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Duanmu Yan sighed, watching the screen with a somber expression. "But then again, Gohan once fought alongside Vegeta on Planet Nak. Gohan even saved his life back then. Even for a man as cold as Vegeta, it's only natural to feel a bond after surviving a war together." He paused, thinking of his own allies. "If I had a teammate who bled with and saved my skin, I'd definitely see them in a different light."
Across the multiverse, the elderly Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard, his eyes narrowing. "Vegeta is fighting Majin Buu with the absolute resolve to sacrifice himself. It seems his previous embrace of evil was rely a desperate act of will. In truth, his heart had already been softened by his family and his life on Earth."
"That's right," Kakashi added, his visible eye softening. "Otherwise, he wouldn't throw his life away like this. He even knocked Son Goku unconscious to keep him out of harm's way. He really... I'm actually moved to tears."
Shinjo shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "The guy has clearly changed, yet he insists on pretending to be a villain as if he's still under control. I get it now! This is what they call a 'tsundere'! He's just too proud to admit he's a good man now!"
"Shut up! What 'tsundere'?! I haven't changed at all!" Vegeta's voice roared through the multiversal chat, his pride stinging from the observation.
Li Xinnan couldn't help but chi in, "@Vegeta, honestly, that reaction only proves the point."
However, Li Haotian focused back on the grim reality of the battlefield. "The situation is still dire. If Vegeta continues this assault, Majin Buu will simply kill him. That monster's regeneration is terrifying."
"It's not inferior to Cell's at all," Daigo noted, recalling the previous threat they had witnessed.
Munakata corrected him imdiately. "No, it's far beyond Cell. Didn't you see? Majin Buu literally reford from re smoke earlier. If he can regenerate from gas, then physical destruction might not be enough. Cell was never that resilient."
Krillin let out a frustrated groan. "Why is every new enemy a master of regeneration? My Destructo Disc is becoming completely useless!" He rembered the days on Nak when his signature Ki attack could slice through Frieza's tail and nearly end the tyrant. But since the era of the Androids and Cell, his sharpest technique had beco little more than a nuisance.
Yamcha sighed. "It looks like Frieza, who couldn't regenerate, really wasn't that big of a deal after all. Compared to these monsters, his power and survivability are lacking."
This was too much for the galactic tyrant. "@Yamcha, it's one thing for people from other dinsions to insult , but you? An Earthling from my own universe? You've got a lot of nerve. Just wait—when I arrive on Earth, you'll be the first one I kill!"
Yamcha imdiately went silent, realizing he had poked a sleeping dragon. In their current tiline, the legendary Super Saiyan hadn't even appeared yet. If Frieza arrived now, it would be the end for everyone.
Back in the Other World, Son Goku ssaged with his usual upbeat tone. "@Vegeta, don't worry about dying! Once you're over here, we can finally have a proper rematch without any distractions!"
"Kakarot, die yourself! I'm not going anywhere!" Vegeta snapped back. But deep down, as he watched the video play out, he knew. His pride would never allow him to flee. If death was the price of his atonent, so be it. At least in the afterlife, he could finally finish his duel with his rival.
In the video, the wounded Vegeta stood tall. He watched Majin Buu bouncing toward him in the distance, a pink nightmare that refused to stay down. A cold, final resolve settled in his heart.
"Trunks," Vegeta said softly. "I haven't held you once since you were born." He looked at his son with a gaze devoid of his usual sternness. "Co here. Let your father hold you."
Vegeta pulled Trunks into a firm embrace, his golden Super Saiyan aura flickering with the warmth of a father's love. Nearby, Son Goten watched, biting his finger in envy. He had never known his father's embrace either.
"Goodbye, Trunks. Take good care of your mother," Vegeta whispered. Before the boy could respond, Vegeta delivered a precise, gentle chop to his neck, knocking him unconscious. Goten ran forward, shouting in confusion, only to be t with a heavy punch to the gut that sent him into a forced sleep as well. One was a father's parting gift; the other, a warrior's necessity for his friend's son.
Piccolo landed nearby, his sharp eyes seeing the truth. "Vegeta, are you planning to..."
"Piccolo," Vegeta interrupted, his back turned to the Nakian. "Tell ... if I die, will I see Kakarot in the Other World?"
Piccolo didn't hesitate. "I won't lie to you. No. Because you have taken too many innocent lives, your soul will be sent to Hell. You will not share the sa afterlife as Goku."
"Is that so? I see..." Vegeta didn't flinch. His decision remained unshakable. He told Piccolo to take the children and flee. Piccolo and Krillin grabbed the boys and took to the sky, leaving the Prince of Saiyans alone.
"What is he doing? He's going to die!" Krillin shouted, his voice cracking with doubt.
"For the first ti in his life, Vegeta is fighting for sothing other than himself," Piccolo answered solemnly. "He has chosen to sacrifice his life."
On the battlefield, Akira watched the screen with tactical precision, recognizing the finality of the scene. Vegeta began to compress his Ki, drawing every ounce of energy into his core. The air vibrated with a terrifying pressure.
"I've figured out how to beat you," Vegeta growled at the approaching Buu. "I'll blow you into such tiny pieces that you'll never be able to pull yourself back together!"
In those final seconds, his mind flashed to his family. Goodbye, Trunks... and Bulma. Then, he thought of the man who had changed his life. And you, too... Kakarot.
With a primal roar that shook the foundations of the world, Vegeta released it all. A massive sphere of golden energy erupted, expanding with a light so brilliant it blinded the horizon. From miles away, Krillin scread Vegeta's na as the explosion consud the landscape.
When the light finally faded, the dust settled on a haunting sight. Vegeta stood upright, his body transford into a colorless, white stone statue. A mont later, the statue crumbled, his ashes scattering into the wind.
The narrator's voice bood with heavy reverence: "In this dazzling light, a warrior lost his life. He was the proud Saiyan Prince—Vegeta!"
Across the Wanjie Multiverse, millions watched in silence as the ultimate redemption of a villain was etched into history.
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