After leaving the training room, Creed returned to the main hall. The spaceship had already broken through the atmosphere and gradually stabilized. Bulma also went back to her room to change clothes.
Gohan, on the other hand, was pretty casual. Right there in the hall, he took off his school uniform and changed into the purple battle outfit he'd secretly brought along. Even his shoes were exactly like Piccolo's.
Seeing that getup, Creed leaned against the wall and said, "Gohan, you look like you really admire Piccolo."
Gohan smiled. "Yeah. Piccolo-ojisan is just as important as Dad."
Creed chuckled without saying anything. He sat down in a chair, and suddenly thought of Hinata. He wondered how she was doing now.
So many days had passed—forget the chunin exams, even the Third Hokage might already be dead.
Thinking that, he decided to check on that side through consciousness.
He closed his eyes, sank into his sea of awareness, and passed through a hazy halo of light, arriving inside Hinata's consciousness.
Just as he'd expected, Konoha was already in ruins. Everywhere, there were traces of battle. Orochimaru's invasion had forced Konoha to pay a heavy price. The Third Hokage had fallen in battle, and many jonin were seriously injured, lying in the hospital.
But thankfully, Hinata had already been promoted to chunin. Shikamaru and Sasuke had also advanced.
At that moment, Hinata had just attended the Third Hokage's funeral and was walking home. She opened the door, and a familiar voice rang by her ear.
"How's your training?"
Hinata froze for a second, then lit up with joy. "You're here!"
As she spoke, she lowered her head again, a little guilty. "Sorry… it's really hard. I only learned a little, but for me, it's already really strong."
Creed smiled. "It's fine. You're doing great. I knew you couldn't find the trick to training, so I came back specifically to teach you."
Hinata immediately took out the notes she'd kept under her pillow—training methods for Rokushiki (Six Powers). They weren't the original copy Creed had given her before. She'd copied them out again herself, and she'd preserved them carefully.
Creed felt genuinely pleased.
He hadn't expected Hinata to master everything in a short time anyway. As long as she learned even a little, she'd be able to stand undefeated in the chunin exams. Even Sasuke and Gaara wouldn't be able to beat her.
Besides, Rokushiki (Six Powers) was a taijutsu system designed to surpass the limits of the human body. It had some similarities to Might Guy's Eight Gates, except it wouldn't harm the user—though it still required harsh training to learn. And yet, there were always a rare few who could grasp the key after seeing it only once.
Creed spent nearly half a day teaching Hinata the crucial "knack"—and watching her train.
Hinata was very obedient. Whatever Creed told her to do, she did it. Even when she got tired, she never complained. After spending time together twice, she had already completely regarded Creed as family—becoming the most important part of her heart.
But good times were always short.
That night, Creed returned to the Dragon Ball world. Before leaving, he repeatedly reminded Hinata about the training essentials and warned her not to overexert herself—doing that would only backfire. The next time he came, he would check her training results.
His consciousness returned to the Dragon Ball world.
Creed opened his eyes and saw that the stuff scattered all over the floor had already been cleaned up by Gohan. Bulma, wearing pajamas, sat in the control chair. Judging by the situation, a lot of time had passed, and they were now another step closer to Namek.
Goku was still in the gravity room and hadn't come out.
Gohan sat cross-legged on the floor, doing meditation training.
The most bored person was Bulma. Sitting there, she yawned nonstop. She wanted to sleep but couldn't, and in the end, she could only flip through the elementary school textbooks Chi-Chi had packed for Gohan.
When Bulma saw Creed wake up, she immediately turned her head. Finally, there was someone she could talk to.
"Creed, actually I've always had a question," Bulma said. "Where did you come from, exactly?"
Creed stretched lazily, thought for a moment, then said, "When the time comes, you'll know."
Since he put it like that, Bulma was curious but didn't press further.
"Right," she said. "That Saiyan called Vegeta—where did he run off to? Didn't the Saiyan planet explode a long time ago?"
"Where did he go?" Creed repeated, then said, "Didn't he go to Namek?"
Bulma shook her head. "Probably not, right? Namek is so far from Earth. And he was badly injured—he should've fled to a nearby civilized planet instead. I remember Goku's big brother said their Saiyan job is to find planets with inhabitants, wipe out the natives, then sell the planet at a high price to aliens."
"I guess so," Creed said after thinking a bit.
He still didn't plan to tell her that Vegeta had gone to Namek. If he said it now, Bulma might get scared and immediately turn the ship around for Earth.
Bulma sighed. "Earth really got targeted by some troublesome guys…"
"Right," Creed suddenly said. "Bulma, what heading are you on right now?"
Bulma replied, "Heading KI736. What's wrong?"
Creed shrugged. "If you keep going like this, it'll take us a month to get there. Change the heading—go straight on KS162 instead. It'll save a lot of time."
Bulma didn't doubt Creed at all and immediately adjusted the heading. If she had to stay on this ship for a whole month, she really would go insane.
At the same time—
On the tenth day after Vegeta left Earth, on Namek, inside Frieza's base—specifically the central control room—several strangely shaped warriors were sitting at a table drinking tea.
Halfway through, the alarm suddenly blared.
"Someone's entered the planet? Is it Lord Frieza?"
"How could that be? Didn't he just go out?"
"From the signal, it looks like… Vegeta-sama's spaceship."
"That's impossible—we never received a return-flight signal. Did something happen?"
A blue-haired warrior rushed out the door and looked up. A spaceship slammed down like a cannonball, crashing outside the control room.
After a long time, Vegeta still didn't come out, and his life signs were extremely faint.
Only then did they realize something was wrong.
They opened the hatch and saw Vegeta wearing an oxygen mask. Only then did they understand—Vegeta had been seriously injured.
The blue-haired warrior immediately sent people to carry him to the treatment room.
They never imagined Vegeta's trip would end in failure.
And only he had come back.
From the looks of it, he had escaped.
How could a planet like Earth have a powerhouse like that?
On Namek, Vegeta was second only to Frieza.
(End of Chapter)
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