NOVEL NEXT Chapter 50 Super Saiyan 3
"Vegeta! Long time no see!" Krillin was the first to speak, calling out with a warm smile. During his time in the Other World, he'd often heard Piccolo talk about Vegeta, how much he'd changed over the years.
Knowing that Vegeta had mellowed (relatively speaking), Krillin approached him openly.
But as always, Vegeta's face remained stern, and he cut straight to the point.
"Why are you alive again?"
Krillin winced a little, smiling awkwardly. Still the same ol' Vegeta...
"We're not technically alive," Krillin explained. "It's more like... we left the afterlife. Seems like the barrier between the living world and the Other World is breaking down."
Tien stepped in to clarify. "Hell's gates have collapsed, so the dead can pass between realms, both the good and the bad."
"In Heaven, Lord Kaiō gave us permission to leave," He added. "Said we were needed to help deal with the escaped villains."
Vegeta crossed his arms, processing the implications.
"…That means anyone who's ever died could be walking around Earth again?"
"Pretty much," Krillin nodded. "It's chaos. But we're here to fight back."
Vegeta's expression darkened.
"Trunks… and Gohan. Have you seen them?"
The room fell silent. Bulla's lips quivered. "Wait… Brother is dead?"
She had sensed her brother and Gohan vanish earlier, but thought they'd simply entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for training.
She hadn't imagined… this.
Bulma staggered a step forward, eyes wide. Her voice trembled as she grabbed Vegeta's shoulders.
"Vegeta… what did you say?! Trunks and Gohan, what happened to them?!"
Tears welled in her eyes. She remembered clearly, Trunks and Gohan had gone into the chamber with Videl not long ago.
It was supposed to be a training session… not a farewell. Vegeta clenched his fists tightly, his jaw rigid. He didn't answer. The silence was suffocating, until Krillin finally spoke again.
"Wait… are you saying Gohan and Trunks died?"
He paused. "But that can't be right. If they did, we would've seen them in Heaven."
Vegeta's eyes widened. He shot toward Krillin, grabbing him by the front of his gi.
"Are you sure?!"
Krillin wiped a bit of spit off his face and answered firmly. "One hundred percent. Ask the others."
Tien, Yamcha, and Chiaotzu nodded in agreement.
"Guys like Gohan and Trunks wouldn't end up in Hell," Krillin added. "Now you on the other hand, Vegeta..."
Smack!
Bulma slapped Krillin hard across the back of the head.
"Watch your mouth! Vegeta's not that man anymore!"
She glared at him, arms on her hips, then looked at Vegeta. "You know he's changed."
Vegeta didn't respond. His brow slowly eased, tension melting into quiet relief.
[So… they're not in the afterlife. Then… where are they?]
From the side, Bulla let out a quiet sigh and smiled faintly.
[Thank goodness. Brother's still alive.]
But Vegeta wasn't finished. He turned back toward Krillin with a suspicious glance. "If you made it back to the world of the living... what about Kakarot?"
Krillin answered right away. "Goku and Piccolo are still in the afterlife. They're dealing with some kind of monster called Janemba."
"That thing's crazy powerful. According to Lord Kaiō, the chaos between life and death started because of him."
He continued, "The gates to King Yemma's palace are sealed off by a barrier. Yemma and his staff are trapped inside, and there's no one left keeping order upstairs."
"Most folks in Heaven have been calm about it," Krillin said, shrugging. "But Lord Kaiō thought we'd be more useful down here."
"If Goku and Piccolo can beat Janemba, this whole mess might settle down again." Krillin chuckled softly. "Come on, Goku's got this. When has he ever let us down?"
But what none of them knew…
...was that something even more terrifying was unfolding deep within the burning pits of Hell.
…
Hell.
A fierce battle raged on in the infernal depths of Hell, the clash between Son Goku and Janemba erupting into its next explosive phase.
"This guy… is a real piece of work," Goku muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow. His eyes locked on Janemba, who floated before him, unscathed.
He'd used every technique he had, but none of it seemed to faze Janemba.
"Janemba, Janemba," the creature cackled, his voice echoing like a distorted chorus, mocking Goku.
"Tch… guess I've got no choice," Goku said, adjusting his stance.
His hands moved to his hips as he crouched low.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
A primal scream burst from his lungs as raw energy surged around him. Golden rings of power radiated from his body in pulsing waves. From a distance, Piccolo watched, shielding his eyes against the blinding light.
"Is he going Super Saiyan 3…?"
This world's Piccolo, who had never fused with Kami due to the Androids' early rampage, lacked the power of a Super Namekian. He'd known since Goku hit Super Saiyan 2 that he couldn't influence the fight anymore.
But seeing Goku now, pushing past his limits, filled him with cautious hope.
"If it's Super Saiyan 3… then maybe... Old Son, I'm counting on you."
A golden blaze swept across Hell, lighting up the desolate landscape as a triumphant figure stood tall, his long, wild hair glowing like a supernova.
"You're tough, Janemba. Tough enough to make me use this form."
Goku's voice was low, steady, dangerous. Janemba grinned, unbothered. He clapped his hands together.
In an instant, Goku vanished, reappearing right beside him.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
A barrage of ferocious punches pummeled Janemba's massive frame.
"Janemba, Janemba!" the demon shrieked, his bloated, wormlike body twisting through the sky.
But Goku wasn't done. He launched upward with a burst of speed, twisting midair to deliver a brutal kick that sent Janemba spiraling.
"HAH!!" Goku roared, golden energy igniting around his fists as he pursued his enemy.
He hammered Janemba again and again, merciless, focused. Crackling lightning burst from Janemba's core as his body slammed into the ground, carving a massive crater deep in the pit of Hell.
Hovering above, Goku cupped his hands.
"Ka…me…ha…me…"
A brilliant blue light surged between his palms.
"HA!!!"
The Kamehameha wave roared downward, a radiant beam splitting the darkness and bathing all of Hell in blue firelight.
Piccolo's tense heart finally eased.
"As expected of Old Son… looks like it's over."
But just as the beam struck, something snapped. The Kamehameha veered off course, deflected. From the massive crater, a strange figure emerged.
"Janemba…"
The name came as a whisper, eerie and calm. Janemba had changed. His bulky, cartoonish form was gone. In its place stood a sleek, sharpened warrior, his grotesque features refined into something truly terrifying.
The air around him warped with malice, his aura heavier and darker than before.
(End Of Chapter)
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