LRAB Chapter 362 King of the Saiyans
Chapter 362 King of the Saiyans
A piercing scream stuck in his throat, and Vegeta suddenly sat up abruptly from the hospital bed.
His forehead, soaked with cold sweat, clung to his pale face. As his chest heaved violently, he cautiously scanned his surroundings—the smell of disinfectant, the rhythmic beeping of the monitor, and the familiar night view of the capsule company outside the ward window finally allowed his tense muscles to relax.
He instinctively turned his head to the right, and Bulma's figure, huddled by the window, came into view.
His blue curly hair was scattered messily around his cheeks, and his fingers, clutching the medical report, remained warily bent, as if he was worried about his injuries even in his sleep.
Vegeta's throat bobbed, and he suddenly looked away, a strange, burning emotion rising in his chest.
Three days later, the alarm shattered the silence of the laboratory.
Dr. Cliff, trembling, showed the gravity chamber control panel that had been debugged, the red number "400" flashing glaringly on the screen.
Vegeta, with blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his neck, didn't say a word and just smashed through the protective door and rushed inside.
The metal floor groaned under the weight of four hundred times its own weight.
Vegeta's hands, veins bulging, braced themselves on the ground. With each handstand push-up, beads of blood seeping from under the bandages would spread dark stains on the floor.
He suddenly spun around and leaped into the air, his bandages exploding into shreds. His blood-stained body traced a strange arc in the gravitational vortex, precisely controlling every tremor of the qi within his body.
Outside the gravity-defying building, Yamcha's knuckles turned white as he gripped the window frame.
Looking at Vegeta's twisted yet resilient figure, he recalled his past when he always used "training is too hard" as an excuse, and his throat felt like it was choked by sand.
“Pool,” he turned abruptly, a long-lost fighting spirit rekindling in his eyes.
"Let's go to the desert for rigorous training!"
The floating cat-beast blinked in surprise, then straightened its back: "Yes, Young Master Yamcha!"
The two figures vanished into the horizon in an instant, unaware that this unexpected departure conveniently created space for the standoff within the gravity chamber.
Suddenly, the electronic display screen emitted a surge of blue light, and Bulma's holographic image appeared, accompanied by electrical noise.
Her blue curly hair trembled violently as she spoke urgently: "Wait, Vegeta! You can't train like this. Your injury hasn't healed yet. Do you want to make it worse?"
Vegeta's crimson eyes snapped towards the screen, his bloodied teeth grinding together: "Shut up, woman!"
He suddenly exerted force, and his inverted body drew an even more frantic arc in the air. Blood mist seeping from the torn wounds under the bandages condensed into strange blood beads in the gravitational field.
"Vegeta, listen to me, you need to rest! Wait until your injuries heal before you train again!"
Bulma stamped her foot in frustration, causing the holographic image to shake violently.
Before he could finish speaking, Vegeta's spinning motion suddenly froze, and he crashed into the metal floor like a falling meteorite.
His heavy breathing came through the monitor, sounding particularly jarring in the silent gravity chamber.
Bulma bit her lower lip, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the screen, but her tone still carried the spoiled air of a young lady: "See? I told you to rest well, but you wouldn't listen! Now you know I was right, right? Humph!"
Vegeta tried to get up by bracing himself with one hand, but fell heavily back to the ground, a beast-like growl escaping his throat: "You nagging woman, you really are..."
"You know I'm right, that's enough. Come out and rest."
Bulma stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes fixed on the swaying figure on the screen.
"Do you want to die in three years?!"
Vegeta suddenly sprang to his feet, his bloodied fist slamming heavily onto the screen beneath it, causing the entire gravity chamber to tremble.
Bulma was jolted back half a step by the roar, her holographic image rippled slightly, and she instinctively clenched her clothes, her voice softening involuntarily: "Of course I didn't want to die..."
"Then shut up!" Vegeta's blood-stained figure, under the violently shaking lights of the gravity chamber, resembled a blood-soaked war god.
……
Above Baozi Mountain, the air surged like boiling magma.
Gohan was sent flying by Goku's punch, his back leaving a half-foot-long bloody trail on the jagged rocks. The crisp sound of shattered rocks scattering, mixed with his heavy breathing, echoed through the valley.
Shang Yun's palm, which was forming a sword incantation, bulged with veins. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Piccolo's wrinkled forehead furrowed into a deep frown. Even a Namekian who was used to life and death couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
There is a saying that "fathers should not teach their sons," but Sun Wukong insisted on doing the opposite.
He stepped barefoot through the air, his aura steady yet subtly imposing: "Gohan! Stand up! How can you protect the Earth if you fall down over something so little?"
Son Gohan shakily propped himself up, blood still seeping from the wound in his arm. Shang Yun's clenched fists cracked, but Piccolo raised his hand to stop him: "Don't interfere. This is Son Goku's way of disciplining him."
Thus, a bizarre polarity formed on the training ground: Goku and Gohan's fists and feet collided, unleashing thunderous roars, each strike carrying the power to destroy mountains; Shang Yun and Piccolo, on the other hand, transformed into two afterimages, their Hannya True Qi and Namekian secret techniques weaving a dense net of light in the air.
Shang Yun's Arhat golden body radiated a warm golden light, and he was able to cleave through the purple light wave that Bick had condensed with his bare hands. The flying energy blasted a boulder a hundred meters away into dust.
"Undefeated within a hundred moves?"
Bick smirked, but the energy blade he had gathered with his little finger came to an abrupt halt three inches from Shang Yun's brow. The opponent's palm strike, which had arrived after Bick's attack, was already pressed against Shang Yun's throat.
At this moment, Qiqi was carrying two bulging cloth bags and walking briskly along the mountain path.
Stray hairs at her temples clung to her cheeks with sweat. Gazing at the small mountain of brown rice and fresh meat in her basket, she couldn't help but sigh towards the treetops: "Goku and Gohan's appetites have increased by 30% since last time. This isn't raising sons, it's raising two Tyrannosaurus Rex..."
Before he could finish speaking, a sickening snapping sound suddenly came from the bushes on the right.
A giant wild boar covered in brown fur burst out, crashing through a tree as thick as a bowl. Its blood-red eyes gleamed with ferocity, and its two tusks were as long as daggers.
Kiki's face changed drastically, and she took off running, her wooden clogs making a chaotic drumbeat on the stone pavement: "Don't chase me! Don't chase me! I didn't mean to hurt you!"
The wild boar's panting grew closer, and its foul-smelling saliva dripped continuously at her feet.
As Qiqi looked back, she dodged left and right, and the cloth bag on her shoulder burst open with a "rip," scattering carrots and green peppers all over the ground.
The most fatal thing was that the wicker basket containing the eggs was knocked away by the boar's tusks, and the egg liquid smeared onto the boar's right eye, which completely enraged the ferocious beast.
It let out a deafening roar, and the force of its four hooves stomping on the ground created spiderweb-like cracks on the stone pavement.
Kiki was so focused on the threat behind her that she forgot about the path beneath her feet.
By the time she realized what was happening, the rubble on the cliff edge was already tumbling down.
At the critical moment, she suddenly steadied herself in a horse stance, arched her back like a bow, and gripped the ground tightly with both feet, her skirt fluttering in the mountain wind.
The wild boar, unable to stop in time, swept past her nose with its massive body, accompanied by a foul stench, and plunged heavily into the churning river below, the splashing water reflecting tiny rainbows in the setting sun.
Qiqi slumped to the ground, staring at the scattered vegetable leaves and the mud-covered brown rice. She first let out a long sigh, and then couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She struggled to her feet, gathered the edible food back into her bag, and headed towards her home on the mountain, where the aroma of food always wafted. Though weary, her steps carried a lightness born of relief after surviving a disaster.