"Yes... I... I understand." Son Gohan gritted his teeth and nodded, forcing back tears.
"By the way, Goku," Krillin suddenly thought of something and quickly asked, "Could you fight somewhere else?"
Son Goku was startled: "Somewhere else?"
"If their bodies get messed up, it won't be easy to revive them later." Krillin took a deep breath, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Revive?" More cold sweat broke out on Son Goku's face, and he sighed helplessly, "Piccolo is dead, God has disappeared along with him, the Dragon Balls are gone forever... Unfortunately, they cannot be revived again."
"Uncle Krillin maybe..." Son Guhan suddenly thought of something, but hesitated to speak.
"What?" Son Goku asked.
"We'll discuss the details later, if Goku can win." Krillin clenched his fists, his tone firm.
"If I can win?" Son Goku's expression became resolute, his fists tightly clenched, "Alright, I will do my absolute best, I won't let you down!"
"What? Where did your earlier bravado go?" Vegeta looked up at them from below, a scornful smile curling at the corner of his mouth, "Discussing how to run away? Don't waste your effort."
"Alright, let's change the place for our showdown," Son Goku took a deep breath, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, "Leave everything to me."
"Goku, I'm sorry, always making you bear these heavy responsibilities alone," Krillin reached out towards Son Goku, his eyes reddening, "You must come back alive, my best friend."
Son Goku's hand and Krillin's hand tightly gripped each other, conveying mutual strength and belief.
Then, Son Goku rubbed Son Gohan's head again, saying with a smile, "Gohan, if Dad can come back alive, I'll take you fishing, we'll catch the biggest fish."
Son Gohan nodded vigorously, tears finally unable to hold back, sliding down.
"Swish!"
Son Goku descended rapidly from the sky, appearing as lightly as a falling leaf directly opposite Vegeta, the aura around him beginning to slowly rise.
"You know, you can't escape." Vegeta's lips curved upwards, his eyes filled with confidence of certain victory.
"Let's change the place." Son Goku proposed.
"It's the same anywhere, the result won't change." Vegeta chuckled lightly, his tone thick with mockery.
Son Goku immediately soared into the air, flying towards a distant desolate valley.
Vegeta sneered, his figure transforming into a stream of light, closely following behind.
When the two appeared in a vast, uninhabited area, Son Goku descended from the sky, his feet landing steadily on the ground below, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Vegeta also landed, but his feet touched down silently. He glanced around, chuckling lightly, "Is this the burial ground you chose for yourself? Your taste isn't bad, quite peaceful."
Son Goku didn't make a sound, only silently adjusted his breathing, his eyes locked tightly on Vegeta.
"Hmph, a low class warrior like you should feel honored to fight a genius warrior like me," Vegeta sneered, his tone filled with innate arrogance, "Saiyans are checked for warrior quality right after birth. Those with low battle power, like you, are sent to planets with no real threats! In other words, you are trash that was weeded out."
"Because of that, I came to Earth, and I'm truly grateful," Son Goku smiled slightly, his smile pure and firm, "But even though I was weeded out, through hard training, I can surpass the so called elites."
"Hmph, you're quite the joker," Vegeta sneered, a flash of killing intent in his eyes, "Then let me show you what it means to be an unbridgeable gap, no matter how hard you try!"
Both men simultaneously assumed fighting stances.
The atmospheric pressure around them suddenly dropped, fierce winds howled, whipping up clouds of sand and dust.
A great battle was about to erupt.
...
Inside the flying cube, Quitela was still struggling madly, cursing and swearing.
The result was predictable.
Quitela struggled for a long time, not only failing to break free, but getting stuck even tighter.
In the end, he met the same fate as the "himself" from another world, pinned to the cube wall like a painting.
Soya glanced at him and noticed his stuck posture and expression were almost identical to the Quitela from his own world, and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
"Hey, kid, what exactly is this cube? Let me out now!" Quitela gritted his teeth and asked, veins bulging on his forehead.
However, seeing that Soya had no intention of paying him any attention, instead studying the crystal ball with great interest, Quitela immediately became furious, the destructive energy around him beginning to surge uncontrollably.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Can't you hear me?" Quitela roared angrily, his voice making the cube walls hum.
"It's fine, it's fine, you'll get used to it," Soya chuckled, leisurely putting on the memory glove, boldly stepping forward, and patting Quitela's shoulder a few times, "Stop struggling, the more you struggle, the worse it gets."
A portion of Quitela's memory was directly deleted, precisely up to the point before meeting Soya.
When Quitela came to his senses, he immediately showed a look of confusion, his eyes vacant as he looked around, his mind a complete blank.
Who am I?
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What is this place? Why can't I move at all?
"Heles? Is that you?" Quitela soon noticed Heles stuck diagonally opposite him, as if finding a lifeline, he quickly greeted her, a hint of urgency in his tone.
"It's me... Didn't you recognize me just now? Why pretend to be confused now." Heles snorted in displeasure, feeling inexplicably annoyed seeing him like this.
"Just now? What just now?" Quitela frowned, a look of perplexity on his face, "I was just wandering around in space, and suddenly I was here... I should ask you, how did I get stuck in this place? What exactly is going on?"
Heles' eyes widened, somewhat shocked.
Why do I feel like I've seen this somewhere before?
Hmm... A strong sense of deja vu.
Immediately after, Heles instinctively looked towards Soya's direction, a hint of suspicion in her eyes.
"Why look at me? Didn't you always want to see the protagonist? The protagonist is about to fight now, it's going to be spectacular." Soya said, moving the crystal ball closer to Heles, deliberately diverting her attention.
Heles: "..."
"Negative emotional value from Heles +999!"
Why do I always feel something is off?
This guy is definitely up to something!
Heles muttered to herself, staring intently at Soya's hands.
"Hey, Heles, what exactly is going on? Say something!" Quitela grew impatient, constantly twisting his body, only to get stuck tighter, frowning as he urged.
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