Boom-!!!
Watching that world-ending sword pressure burning to its limit, turning from red to white, Vegeta's expression was extremely grave.
He also pushed his power to the limit in one go and, the next instant, thrust his palms forward.
A massive light-purple energy cannon shot out abruptly from between Vegeta's palms, forming a pillar-like shockwave the next moment.
In an instant, the air in front of Vegeta seemed to beg for mercy.
The energy cannon impact from above, even when still hundreds of meters from the ground, caused the land to depress in a large circle due to its inherent air pressure.
Like the advent of doomsday, it violently blasted towards Jin below.
Jin, attacking from below, was not to be outdone either.
The prison flame sword energy, whose burning temperature broke the critical point, burned a hole through the sky behind Vegeta the moment it was released.
Boom-!!!!!
When the ultimate slash, burning to the critical point, collided with the high-density energy cannon capable of blasting through a planet, the sound of sword and cannon clashing directly exploded in the ears of the entire world.
At this moment, neither TV broadcast nor viewing from space was necessary.
Whether it was Bulma, Master Roshi, and the others at Kame House on the sea, or Goku, who had just returned to Earth with the help of Kami and was flying rapidly towards West City, their eyes were fixed intently on the direction of West City.
Because no matter how far away they were, they could see a towering light pillar reaching straight into the atmosphere rising defiantly from that direction.
Would the sword energy suppress the destructive cannon blast, protecting Earth?
Or would the symbolic destructive energy cannon overwhelm the sword energy, taking the planet along with it?
Even those not from the protagonist Z-Fighters, ordinary Earthlings who now understood this world possessed supernatural powers, also realized:
This collision would probably truly decide the fate of humanity.
Buzz buzz buzz-!
Perhaps because Jin and Vegeta were positioned one above the other, rather than left and right, they didn't abide by the eternal principle of 'the left side always loses in beam struggles'.
For the first five seconds, it was evenly matched.
The white sword pressure seemed to be stabbing against an indestructible, invisible wall.
Upon impact, it produced a sound of air pressure shattering, similar to Newgate's Devil Fruit.
Ten seconds passed!
The two terrifyingly powerful attacks were still locked in a contest of strength.
West City, which is already reduced to ruins, continuously collapsed and sank further downward!
If this continued, it felt like it would sink into the Earth's core!
The seawater, evaporated by Zanka no Tachi's high temperature to an unknown extent, churned violently.
Finally, one isolated island after another on the sea became sacrifices to this war, beginning to split, shatter, and ultimately sink.
"Oh my god!" On Kame House, Bulma, feeling unsteady on her feet, quickly stepped back, avoiding falling into the sea.
Looking at the soaring light pillar in the direction of West City, Bulma couldn't help but cry out, "Jin! Hurry up and finish off that Saiyan!!"
Boom-!!!
Finally, under the gaze of countless people worldwide, the light pillar shooting into the atmosphere finally exploded, ultimately transforming into a curtain of sky, covering half the Earth's sky.
The ears of the entire world could only hear that deafening explosion.
"What happened in the West City's direction?"
"Haven't you watched TV? They say two monsters broke into the World Martial Arts Tournament's finals arena and started fighting."
"Humans did this? It's not some natural disaster?"
"Ignorant fool, haven't you seen the fight between Son Goku and Piccolo in the last tournament? Many people died then too, but it's still far inferior to this one..."
"I thought Mr. Satan was invincible, but someone is even more formidable than him. Who the hell is he?"
...
Looking at the curtain of dust and mist covering half the sky above West City, cries of prayer, curses, and wails erupted from all over the world.
It's just that the previous fight between Goku and Piccolo probably wasn't televised, so its influence wasn't as great.
The vast majority of people on Earth hadn't witnessed the earth-shattering battle between Goku and Piccolo.
And Mr. Satan happened to be in an era where even a pig could take off.
This 24th tournament began popularizing live TV broadcasts.
But the protagonist group was busy dealing with the Saiyans, so none of them came to participate.
So in the original work, the title of [World's Strongest] was picked up by Mr. Satan.
But this time was different.
Jin and Vegeta's perfect performance let this world witness power that surpassed everything.
Where was the peaceful time? It's just that someone was carrying the weight for you.
...
"Is it over?"
A hundred kilometers away from West City, Piccolo, who had been flying far away with Gohan tucked under one arm, noticed the commotion behind him gradually calming down and immediately prepared to turn back to check the result.
If Jin won, that would be best.
But if he lost, then even if his own strength was insufficient, he had to step up!
Just as Piccolo turned around, an orange streak flashed past him.
"Goku!?" Piccolo recognized him at a glance.
"Dad!?" Gohan also shouted with surprise.
"Gohan! Piccolo! You're still alive? That's great," Goku grinned.
Excited, Gohan jumped into his father's arms.
The two exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and flew together towards West City.
But now, rather than calling it a city, it was more like a hundred-kilometer-wide crater.
…
In the giant crater, there were two smaller pits, one in front of the other.
Jin and Vegeta lay inside them.
Vegeta's exaggeratedly wide forehead, face, and the tears in his battle suit were all covered in large amount of bloodstains.
"Damn it... damn it! I... I was actually pushed to this extent by a low-class warrior..." Vegeta said hatefully.
"So f***ing thrilling. To be honest, I really wanted to use the group teleport and leave just now..." In the other small pit, Jin slowly climbed up from the ground.
"But... Prince of Saiyans... although you have a foul mouth and like killing innocents... in terms of combat, I acknowledge you."
Jin staggered over to Vegeta.
The Ryujin Jakka in his hand had several gaps, the kind nobody would want even if thrown on the street.
"Want to beg for mercy?" The equally blood-soaked Jin smiled.
"Ptooey!" Vegeta spat out a glob of bloody phlegm.
However, his remaining strength wasn't enough to spit it onto Jin's face.
"Don't disgust me! As a warrior race, the most basic thing is the readiness to die in battle at any time! Don't lump me together with trash like Raditz who kneels and begs for mercy as soon as he's at a disadvantage!" Vegeta roared as if greatly insulted.
"Oh ho~ A bit unexpected," Jin raised an eyebrow and smiled.
After all, on Namek, Vegeta was truly beaten to tears by Frieza, one of the iconic scenes of Super Vegeta.
But upon closer thought, it wasn't strange.
After all, this battle was a genuine, evenly matched fight.
The pride of this Saiyan Prince wasn't damaged much.
But that time on Namek, Vegeta was convinced he had successfully transformed into a Super Saiyan and challenged Frieza's final form with overflowing confidence, only to be utterly crushed.
That wasn't just damaged pride… it was completely on the level of someone defecating into your mouth and asking if it tasted good.
No wonder he cried like that.
"I'll keep my promise." Jin sat down cross-legged beside Vegeta like a second in a seppuku ritual, pressing the tip of the battered Ryujin Jakka against Vegeta's windpipe.
"Hey! Wait, Jin! Don't kill him yet! I still want to fight such a strong guy!" Just then, Goku, returned from King Kai's planet, finally arrived.
Seeing Jin's action, he waved, trying to stop him.
Piccolo and Son Gohan beside him were dumbfounded.
'Wow, are you serious?'
Jin wasn't surprised by this.
After all, that was Goku's personality.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have wished upon the Dragon Balls for the reincarnation of Majin Buu, Uub, and trained him to become an opponent for his already invincible self.
'Ah, the number one workaholic in the 2D world truly lives up to his name.'
Jin suddenly felt a bit like giving up the fight for the title of the universe's strongest.
After all, Goku was too much of a workaholic.
He didn't want to become the second Vegeta.
Wasn't enjoying life in time better?
...
Squelch!
Finally, under Goku's despairing gaze, Jin pressed down with both hands.
The blade pierced through Vegeta's windpipe.
"Such a pity!" Goku wailed.
At the same time, in the Chat Group of the Dead:
[Ding! New group member, Vegeta has joined the group.]
Well, although Vegeta wasn't likable, at least he didn't cause physiological discomfort.
If that idiot Oden joined the group, Jin swore he would turn on message blocking forever.
…
"He's... dead, right?" Piccolo came forward and checked Vegeta's breathing, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Thud!
Jin, completely exhausted, fell flat on his butt.
"Jin! I still have one Senzu Bean left." Son Goku crouched down and stuffed the Senzu Bean given to him by Korin when he rushed from the Lookout into Jin's mouth.
He had two Senzu Beans… he ate one himself to recover the stamina consumed on Snake Way. This was the last one.
After swallowing the Senzu Bean, a warm current spread throughout Jin's body.
The previous exhaustion vanished completely.
The bloody holes and scars on his body healed at a visible rate.
"Whew~~" Jin let out a long breath, stood up, twisted his wrists, and smiled, "This is truly a treasure!"
Goku said, "What a shame. I trained so hard but didn't make it in time for the fight. Jin, how about we have a match?"
Goku looked regretful, then twisted his wrists, making cracking sounds, enthusiastically proposing to Jin.
"No thank you." Jin refused without a second thought.
'That's enough, you battle maniac.'
"Rather than that, you should hurry back and irrigate your wife's field that has been dry for a year." Jin said disdainfully.
The innocent Goku and the young Gohan both tilted their heads with question marks above them, not understanding Jin's meaning.
"Hey! There's a child here. Watch your language!" Gohan's father, Piccolo, reminded him.
"Enjoy fine wine after battle! Enjoy delicious food after battle! Enjoy beautiful women after battle! This is life. Remember that well, senior brother." Jin patted Goku's shoulder.
To be honest, he was really curious how this blockhead Goku, who didn't even understand what 'marriage' meant, managed to procreate with Chi-Chi.
Adult videos?
Or live demonstrations?
But speaking of which, Chi-Chi really had it tough.
When he was young, he always thought this woman was unreasonable.
But looking back after growing up, Chi-Chi was the one who sacrificed too much for the family.
After getting married, her husband didn't go out to work and earn money.
Leaving aside going out to fight, he often died after living only a few days, spending most of his time in the afterlife.
She was practically in a state of living widowhood.
Before, when Goku died at Raditz's hands, she was only a widow for a year, which was relatively short.
But after the Cell Saga ended, it was seven years!
Then, finally, after dealing with Buu and her son getting married, it seemed she could finally enjoy life.
But then Goku came up with Buu's reincarnation, Uub, and ran off again.
How pitiful.
One could say Goku was worthy of everyone in the universe, but he was only unworthy of Chi-Chi.
…
That evening, at Kame House.
The Briefs Family held a grand celebration banquet for the protagonist group.
Jin, Goku, and Gohan once again demonstrated what a Saiyan's appetite was like.
But everyone was used to it by now.
"The silver lining is that it's Yamcha's first time dying, so he can still be revived with the Dragon Balls." Krillin, holding a glass of juice, stood up and said, "But since we just used the Dragon Balls to revive Goku, he'll have to wait a year. Sorry about that."
Hearing this, Jin also realized a problem.
In the original work, because Piccolo died, Earth's Dragon Balls disappeared, so the protagonist group went to Namek to find the Dragon Balls there.
But now, Piccolo was alive and well.
And the dead Yamcha was also dying for the first time, with no revival restrictions.
So there was no need to go to Namek at all.
"Emmm... How to handle this?" Jin, his face troubled, found the situation somewhat troublesome.
'If the protagonist group didn't go to Namek, the original Dragon Balls would likely fall into Frieza's hands.'
'Even if the Namekians would rather die than help Frieza, preferring suicide, Frieza would probably still come to Earth seeking the wish for eternal life.'
'So, just wait for him to come to Earth?'
'That seemed feasible too.'
'It saves the trouble of traveling so far.'
'With two Super Saiyans, why fear Frieza?'
But there was one problem... It seemed he didn't know how to get angry?
After all, the trick to transforming into a Super Saiyan lay in rage.
He wasn't like Goku, who had a best friend to sacrifice.
'Even if Frieza killed Krillin, or even killed Tsunade... uh, that wouldn't do.'
Jin considered himself not a good person, but he wasn't so beastly as to let his woman die just to transform.
'In that case, the only option was even more insane training...'
That's right, besides rage, there was another simple and crude awakening method: forcing oneself to awaken through hellish training.
The reference case was that certain Super Vegeta.