"Hahahaha— The aliens are here again! Kill! Rob! Brothers! The boss said that mall over there and half of this street are our Skull Gang's new territory!"
The despicableness of humanity was displayed vividly during the Frieza Force's invasion.
Faced with cosmic bandits descending from the sky, the government forces in various regions had almost no means to fight back. Goku and the others needed to perform rescues city by city; fighting alone, their efficiency was inevitably slow.
As the government army was defeated, social order instantly became a blank slate.
Able-bodied thugs wielded weapons. They didn't dare to fight the aliens; they only knew how to seize the chaos to rob property and engage in 'zero-dollar shopping'.
Three thugs drove a jeep, speeding along the road. The burly man in the lead carried a rocket launcher on his back, looking majestic and awe-inspiring. Whenever he saw men, women, or children on the roadside, he would shout and scream, picking up a rifle from the side and spraying bullets without even looking.
A plump auntie carrying a vegetable basket dodged these thugs with panicked steps, but the leading burly man still laughed wildly and fired a string of bullets at her.
The muzzle flash was so dazzling. The plump auntie just kept running forward, completely unaware that she had become the target for the other party to vent their hostility.
"Auntie, dodge quickly!"
Not far away, a girl lunged out with all her might. The angle and speed of her lunge were fine, but she was too young, looking at most six or seven years old. Her strength was obviously insufficient. She pushed the plump auntie away, but she herself was a step too slow. A bullet grazed her arm; blood splattered, dyeing the plump auntie's back red.
"Damn little mongrel!"
The burly man tilted his neck to down a mouthful of strong liquor, raised his rifle, and aimed at the two of them again.
"Bastard! Such trash humans... even Lord Nappa can't stand it!"
Nappa descended from the sky. Letting the storm of metal bullets hit his body, he overturned the thugs' jeep with one hand. Regarding the rocket shell fired by the burly man at the last moment as if it were a joke, he swatted it with his palm-leaf-sized hand, shattering the projectile with a single blow.
More thugs attacked from several directions, surrounding Nappa with axes, long knives, rifles, and pistols.
But Lord Nappa was not to be trifled with. You dare hit me? Then I dare to twist your heads off!
Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he fought into a chaotic mass with the fellows locally known as the Skull Gang.
Just as he was in the heat of battle, a man with an afro hairstyle walked out of a nearby mall.
The man shouted cheerfully, "Videl, look, Papa bought you the latest game console! Hmm? Ah—! Videl, who hurt you?! Quick, tell Papa, and Papa will avenge you!"
Learning that the nearby thugs had injured his precious daughter, his face filled with anger. Spotting an opening, he leaped into the air and threw a punch full of rage.
"Satan Iron Fist!"
As a pure Earthling, comparing him to Saiyans or Namekians certainly wouldn't work, but Mr. Satan was also a martial artist worthy of the name. Possessing a battle power of 60 or 70, this punch was both accurate and ruthless. The thug's nose bridge was smashed, his skull was slightly deformed, and his burly body was sent flying sideways.
Nappa looked back and took a glance. His first impression was—eh? He looks quite kind.
After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that this Earthling's hairstyle was very similar to his own—at least similar to the hairstyle of the wig he was wearing now. Nappa looked at Mr. Satan's hairline and expressed regret with the eyes of someone who had been there: don't look at how thick this Earthling's hair is now; he isn't far from total baldness!
The six-year-old girl, Videl, had a strong sense of justice. Hearing that aliens were invading Earth, she wanted to go help.
Videl was full of interest in fighting aliens. She merely hastily wrapped the wound on her arm and proposed joining the war: "Papa, let's go fight together, okay?"
Mr. Satan scratched his face. Was she joking?! Go fight aliens? He hadn't lived enough yet!
"Um, actually, I really want to let the aliens witness my martial arts, but my martial arts haven't reached great perfection yet, so... Ouch! Videl, don't pull, don't pull me!"
...
Nappa had no time to pay attention to this father and daughter. Like Vegeta, once he entered combat, he would become cold and ruthless, focusing on the enemy before him. Until the enemy breathed their last, he would not relax.
This was the insight gained from over ten years of continuous bloody battles.
Nappa prepared to attack the distant enemies, dragging a trail of ki flames behind him. He had just flown a little over a hundred meters when he saw a tall humanoid creature descend from the sky.
One look at the other party's face, and his heart felt as cold as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.
Mechanical King Cold blocked his path.
King Cold's head had been taken by Ino as a trophy, and his right hand had been turned into stone by the West Supreme Kai. Now, this Mechanical King Cold possessed a mechanical head and a mechanical right arm.
Its mechanical head looked left and right, and a slightly sharp electronic voice sounded: "Clear target 1, Vegeta. No target matching that battle power value found. Clear target 2, Nappa. Target found. Confirmed correct. Initiating clearing sequence."
Mechanical King Cold had no head, no soul, and no right hand; it could only passively utilize the energy within its body. Let alone half, it couldn't even exert one-third of its battle power from when it was alive. But for Nappa, its threat was extremely lethal.
"Run! Run quickly!" Nappa shouted to Mr. Satan behind him, who was still holding the game console and coaxing Videl to go home. Then, he was submerged by a massive energy shockwave.
In that limit state, Nappa slid into the nearby mall. The mall didn't last even a second, but it still blocked part of the shockwave's energy for him.
When the building collapsed, it buried him deep under the rubble. Various bricks, stones, and reinforced concrete acted like a thick suit of armor, also helping him withstand part of the damage.
After this double damage reduction, Nappa barely clung to his last breath.
Mechanical King Cold searched again: "Clear target 2, Nappa. Clear target 1, Vegeta. Error. No relevant data in the database... Amended: Clear all Earthlings."
It raised its hands again. Mr. Satan and Videl bore the brunt of it.
Shoving the game console into his daughter's hands, Mr. Satan roared, "Videl, run!"
The six-year-old girl was obviously terrified. This scene of palms firing energy was completely different from the martial arts she had studied so hard!
To buy time for his daughter to escape, Mr. Satan let out a loud roar: "Satan Kick!"
He took two steps for a run-up, jumped, and kicked Mechanical King Cold's mechanical head.
His foot went numb, feeling as if he had kicked steel.
Mechanical King Cold's electronic eyes looked in his direction: "Earthling. Kill."
It held its left hand flat and extended a finger. Red energy gathered at the fingertip. Just before the lethal beam was fired, Son Goku arrived.
Son Goku exerted force with both hands, pushing up Mechanical King Cold's arm, causing the opponent's "Death Beam" to shoot straight into the sky.
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