Krillin, Yamcha, and the other Z-Fighters watched the screen with a mixture of dread and calculating hope. Seeing so many powerful figures—especially the one nad Frieza—scolding the two Saiyans gave them an idea. Could they reach out? Could they ask these cosmic beings to deal with Vegeta and Nappa for them?
Vegeta had even referred to this Frieza as "Lord." If a superior like that gave the order, Vegeta wouldn't dare set foot on Earth. However, the realization quickly set in that they were no longer children playing at heroics. These people clearly looked down on the Saiyans, aning their power likely dwarfed Vegeta's.
If they invited such beings to Earth to "help," they might just be trading one predator for a much larger one. They had no way of knowing if Frieza was any better than his subordinates. In all likelihood, they would be inviting a disaster far worse than a Saiyan invasion.
Despite their caution, they were consud by worry. In the video, Goku's agonizing screams echoed as his bones were systematically crushed by the Great Ape's massive hands. With the other fighters seemingly dead, the outco looked certain: Goku was going to be killed.
The viewers from across the Wanjie Multiverse had already marked Son Goku for death. In a situation where every bone is shattered and the opponent is a colossal, moon-powered beast, how could there possibly be a reversal? To them, the low-class warrior was already a corpse.
So viewers, unable to bear the sight of the protagonist's impending execution, looked away. But then, two small figures appeared near the battlefield: Krillin and Gohan.
While the "Z-Fighters" had been decimated—Yamcha now immortalized in a "world-famous painting," and Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Piccolo having fallen in battle—a few survivors remained. Alongside Krillin and Gohan was the cowardly but surprisingly durable Yajirobe. Krillin, knowing that the source of a Saiyan's primal power was their tail, moved into position while Gohan provided a distraction.
The tension spiked as Krillin unleashed a razor-sharp Destructo Disc. The golden saw of Ki humd through the air, aid perfectly at the base of the beast's tail. But Vegeta, even in his frenzied state, seed to have eyes in the back of his head. He leapt into the air, dodging the disc with elite reflexes.
The plan had failed. Krillin and Gohan were now exposed and defenseless. But at that precise mont of despair, Vegeta's expression twisted into one of shock. He froze, his massive form beginning to shrink and deflate.
From the shadows, Yajirobe had stepped forward. With a single, desperate swing of his katana, he had sliced through the thick, brown fur of Vegeta's tail.
Yajirobe: "Beautiful! Look at ! I'm a hero! I've made the greatest contribution in history!"
Yajirobe: "Admit it, without , Goku would be history!"
Yajirobe boasted loudly in the comnts, his chest puffing out with pride. He had been terrified that he hadn't made the cut for the video, which would have implied he died off-screen. Seeing himself not only alive but dealing a critical blow filled him with imnse relief.
The true powerhouses of the Dragon Ball World—the Gods of Destruction, the Angels, and even the Grand Priest—watched this display with mild amusent. To them, these "wars" were like watching ants squabble over a crumb. Whether Goku lived or Vegeta died ant nothing in the grand sche of the cosmos, but it served as a decent way to pass the eons of their immortality.
The rest of the audience remained silent, forced to acknowledge that the "fat bastard" had indeed saved the day. However, one viewer was absolutely livid.
Vegeta: "@Yajirobe, I've morized your scent, you miserable fat pig! When I reach Earth, you will be the first one I slaughter!"
Vegeta was humiliated. He had dodged the bald monk's Ki attack only to be maid by a cowardly scavenger with a sword. It was a stain on his royal lineage. Deep down, the anger was fueled by a growing, terrifying realization: the video felt too real to be a fake.
Krillin: "So... a year from now, only , Gohan, and Yajirobe are left? Everyone else is gone?"
Piccolo: "Hmph. It seems I die as well."
Yamcha: "We must have gone down fighting, right? Tell we didn't die for nothing!"
Tien Shinhan: "I just want to know how it happened. What kind of battle leads to this?"
The Z-Fighters were morbidly curious about their own ends. Except for Chiaotzu, death was a new and frightening concept to them. They wanted to see the struggle, the fire, and the final stand.
Akira, watching the comnts, smiled. He had anticipated their curiosity. He had ensured that Yamcha's "world-famous" pose was saved for the very end of the video—a masterpiece of failure that had been parodied across countless dinsions.
However, one thing puzzled Akira. Krillin had been speaking quite a bit in the chat, yet the residents of the One Piece World hadn't said a word. Shouldn't Luffy and his crew be wondering why this bald martial artist sounded exactly like their captain?
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