Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 361 Vegeta's Nightmare

Bulma held Vegeta tightly in her arms, her fingertips touching the sticky scabs on his back.

Vegeta struggled to open one eye, a stubborn fire burning in his black pupil: "I don't need your concern for me, don't interfere with my training."

His voice was hoarse like sandpaper, yet he still tried to push Bulma away.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Bulma's eyes were red, and her nails dug deeply into Vegeta's shoulder.

"Look at you! Your ribs are practically piercing through your flesh, and you still want to train?!"

Her roar was tinged with sobs, and warm tears dripped onto Vegeta's scarred cheeks.

Vegeta suddenly coughed violently, the blood splattering onto Bulma's clothes: "This...isn't enough..."

"Kakarot...I'm going to make that guy...know who's the number one in the universe!"

Bulma suddenly deflated, her voice softening: "Okay, I know... you're the strongest..."

She gently stroked Vegeta's trembling back, murmuring as if soothing a child, "Rest well now. Once you're healed, you can train however you like..."

Yamcha stood frozen in place, his orange gi covered in dust.

He looked at Bulma's trembling yet resolute back, and then at Vegeta's unwilling yet gradually relaxing eyes. His throat felt like it was being choked by the pressure of a gravity chamber, and the words he wanted to say finally turned into a sigh, dissipating into the lingering smoke.

"I won't allow you to order me around."

Vegeta gritted his teeth and forced out those words, then struggled violently to stand up.

Beneath his tattered combat suit, his muscles trembled spasmodically, but as soon as he managed to prop himself up halfway, his knees made a teeth-grinding "crack" sound, and he collapsed heavily like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Vegeta!" Bulma cried out in anguish, clutching the hot but heavy body tightly with both hands.

……

Clouds and mist surged over Baozi Mountain, and four figures engaged in fierce combat in a clearing in the forest.

Sun Wukong's aura swirled around him, surrounded by Sun Gohan, Shang Yun, and Piccolo in a fan-shaped formation.

Drink up!

Piccolo brought his two fingers together, and the dark green Special Beam Cannon tore through the air; Gohan raised his arms high, and the dazzling Magic Flash burst forth like the blazing sun; Shang Yun's palms flew, and two vortexes of lightning roared out.

"Special Beam Cannon!"

"Demon Flash!"

"Zen Intent? Yuan Light Shield Slash!"

Three distinct energy waves collided violently, exploding in mid-air with blinding light, causing trees within a hundred meters to tremble.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, Shang Yun's pupils suddenly contracted—he keenly caught a fleeting afterimage passing overhead.

Just as he was about to leap into pursuit, a chilling sensation suddenly rose from the back of his neck.

At the critical moment, Shang Yun spun around and threw a punch, only to see Sun Wukong appear like a ghost, his powerful palm steadily blocking his attack.

The two exchanged knowing smiles, and their fists clashed instantly.

Shang Yun and Sun Wukong exchanged blows, the muffled thuds of their joints colliding mingling with the whooshing sounds of air being cut.

Shang Yun deliberately refrained from using any special moves, just as Sun Wukong adhered to the principle that only by tempering the body to its limit can moves unleash their true power.

In the heat of battle, Shang Yun made a careless mistake and was kicked backward by Sun Wukong.

Bick had anticipated this, and his gray-blue figure shot in like an arrow.

As soon as he clashed with Sun Wukong, they engaged in a pure physical duel, the force of their punches and kicks carving deep furrows into the ground.

Watching the battle, Son Gohan was filled with excitement. He roared and leaped into the air, delivering a powerful flying kick between the two.

A violent shockwave exploded, forcing Goku and Piccolo to separate.

"Dad, take this!"

Son Gohan continued his offensive relentlessly, unleashing dozens of rapid punches.

While laughing and nimbly dodging, Son Goku teased, "Gohan, is this all the power you have?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned forward and gently slapped his son on the head.

Taking advantage of the moment when Son Gohan instinctively ducked, Son Goku thrust his knee upwards, striking his son precisely in the abdomen.

Son Gohan grunted and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

In mid-air, Son Gohan unleashed his inner energy and quickly adjusted his posture.

His eyes widened, his hair stood on end from the intense breath, and he shouted, "Ha!"

Like a shooting star, it charged towards Sun Wukong once again, its fist tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, determined to prove its growth in this contest.

……

The smell of disinfectant filled the medical room, and the instruments made a regular ticking sound.

Vegeta lay on the pristine white hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages, the monitor on his chest flashing green with each slight rise and fall.

Dr. Cliff adjusted his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and stared at the densely packed test data on the holographic projection. He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "Under the impact of an explosion in a 300-fold gravitational field, three internal organs ruptured, seven ribs broken... This kid's body is practically made of alloy!"

Bulma's mother, clutching a lace-trimmed handkerchief, approached the hospital bedside with reddened eyes.

She gently brushed aside the stray hairs from Vegeta's forehead, looking at the boy's pale face, her voice trembling: "Poor child..."

As she spoke, tears welled up and slid down her wrinkles, leaving dark stains on her handkerchief.

Seeing this, Dr. Cliff quickly stepped forward to help up the agitated Bulma's mother, firmly putting his arm around her waist and gently comforting her as he led her out of the ward.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the ward returned to silence.

Bulma quietly lay by the bedside, gazing at Vegeta's face, which was twitching slightly from the pain, her eyes reddening again.

She raised her hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corner of her eye, took a deep breath, and turned to leave.

Just then, Vegeta, lying on his sickbed, suddenly uttered incoherent murmurs, his voice weak yet filled with fierce determination: "Kaka...Kakarot...I...I will definitely defeat you...I will definitely...defeat you..."

His fingers unconsciously clenched the sheets, his brows furrowed, as if he were still engaged in a fierce battle with Sun Wukong.

The green light from the monitor flickered on Vegeta's pale face.

Vegeta's consciousness, however, plunged into an abyss as black as ink.

There was a long corridor that seemed to stretch on forever. The howling wind carried the fighting spirit unique to Saiyans, and the golden afterimage of Goku appeared and disappeared in the distance.

Vegeta ran wildly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers and spreading into dark red patterns on the ground.

However, just as he was about to touch the golden light, another golden wave of energy suddenly swept over him. Trunks' golden hair flew wildly, and he exuded the same Super Saiyan aura as Goku.

The two figures overlapped at the end of the corridor. Vegeta staggered and fell to his knees, letting out a low growl like a trapped beast.

As a Saiyan prince, the fact that two "bastards" had stepped into the legendary realm before him was more painful to his pride than any torture.

King Vegeta's voice suddenly boomed through the void: "We Saiyans are a race born to fight! As a prince, you possess the most perfect aptitude! You will surely become the strongest in the universe, perhaps even a Super Saiyan!"

The memory of his father's proud face overlapped wildly with the two dazzling figures before him. Vegeta's temples throbbed, and the flames burning in his chest almost burst through his skin.

"Yes...that's right!"

Vegeta roared from the depths of his consciousness, the sound waves shaking the dark corridor.

"I am Vegeta! The prince of the Saiyans! I will definitely become a Super Saiyan!"

Suddenly, the monitor emitted a sharp alarm, and Vegeta jerked his eyes open, his hospital gown soaked with cold sweat.

Vegeta trembled as he propped himself up, his pupils burning with flames even more intense than before.