RNP Chapter 262 Super Saiyan
Chapter 262 Super Saiyan
A devastating aura erupted from Sun Wukong, transforming him into a Super Saiyan. Golden flames surged wildly, seemingly intent on burning the entire universe to ashes. His gaze was like a knife, fixed directly on Frieza, radiating a chilling pressure.
He turned urgently to Gohan and shouted, "Gohan! Piccolo should still be breathing! Take him back to Earth right now!"
Son Gohan, his face full of anxiety, had just opened his mouth to call out "Dad" when Son Goku interrupted him without any room for argument: "Stop talking nonsense! While I'm still sane, get out of here right now!"
Gohan seemed stunned by Goku's sudden display of power and urgent command, standing frozen in place for a long while before regaining his senses. His gaze darted back and forth between Goku and Piccolo, his eyes filled with worry and hesitation. But after meeting Goku's unwavering gaze once more, Gohan gritted his teeth, nodded heavily, and ran towards the direction where Piccolo had fallen.
He crouched down, carefully placing Piccolo's arm on his shoulder, and laboriously helped Piccolo's heavy body up. Piccolo's eyes were tightly closed, and his lifeless appearance made Gohan's heart clench, and his steps faltered.
At the same time, Sun Wukong abruptly turned his head, golden flames swirling around him with his movement. His eyes burned with furious fire as he glared fiercely at Frieza, his gaze seeming to want to tear the latter to pieces. Every glance carried immense pressure, as if declaring to Frieza: Your evil deeds today will come at a terrible price.
Frieza's eyes widened as he stared intently at Goku, his face filled with disbelief. His lips trembled slightly as he muttered to himself, "This... how is this possible? Why can he transform? Aren't Saiyans only allowed to transform into Great Apes? How can he transform like this? That golden hair, and that terrifying aura... this is definitely not the Saiyan transformation I know! What's going on? What is happening?!" At this moment, Frieza was completely captivated by Goku's transformation, having long forgotten about Gohan standing beside him. The shock and confusion in his heart surged like a raging tide.
Golden flames surged around Goku, his eyes fixed on Frieza. Without turning his head, he shouted to Gohan, "Gohan, stop dawdling! Get Piccolo and leave now! If Piccolo dies, Kami will die too. You know how serious that will be!"
“But… Dad…” Gohan was filled with worry.
Sun Wukong took a deep breath, softened his tone, but still spoke with unwavering determination: "Don't worry about me, your task now is to take Piccolo away, don't waste a moment!"
Gohan's eyes reddened, and his voice trembled with tears: "But Dad, what if you can't get there in time when we board the spaceship..."
"No buts!" Sun Wukong suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide with anger, and his voice boomed like thunder: "Gohan, don't say things like that anymore! Do you really want to make your father angry?!"
"dad……"
Looking at Goku, who was now radiating a powerful aura, Gohan was filled with worry and reluctance, but he knew his father's mind was made up. Without further hesitation, he gritted his teeth and, with all his might, struggled to lift Piccolo. Piccolo's heavy body made Gohan stagger, but he managed to steady himself. Gohan turned to Goku, his eyes reddening, and said in a tearful voice, "Thank you... thank you, Dad. I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you to appear safely, I'll wait for you." Then he stumbled and flew towards the spaceship.
Frieza watched Gohan and Piccolo's retreating figures, a sinister smirk creeping onto his lips as he sneered through gritted teeth. He slowly extended a finger, a finger that rose like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and said menacingly, "How could I let them escape so easily?"
Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong's rage instantly surged, his golden aura churning violently like a volcano about to erupt. In a flash, he appeared before Frieza like a golden lightning bolt.
Frieza had no time to react, only managing a terrified scream. Goku's eyes widened in fury, burning with rage, and his large hand gripped Frieza's outstretched hand like a vise.
"Ah!" Frieza cried out in pain, letting out a piercing scream, his face filled with agony and shock.
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and roared angrily, "Stop right now, you bastard! They were all innocent, yet you cruelly murdered them one by one! And you even killed Shang Yun and Krillin!"
The more Sun Wukong spoke, the stronger he became, as if he wanted to crush Frieza's bones. The veins on the back of his hands bulged, and every muscle was tense with rage. Frieza's face turned deathly pale with pain, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees with a thud, letting out a pig-like scream.
After a brief struggle, Frieza, using all his strength, managed to break free and staggered backward a step. He shook his wrist, which was terribly swollen and red, as if it had been tightly coiled by a giant python, and stared at Goku with a horrified and incredulous gaze, stammering, "Your strength... how... how could it be? How can you still have so much energy? Could it be that you have become..." Frieza's voice trembled, the last part stuck in his throat. He couldn't believe the power before him that was beyond his comprehension, and he dared not utter the thought that terrified him.
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In Bulma's yard on Earth, inside the spaceship cabin, Dr. Cliff frowned, his hands busily moving among various instruments and circuits, muttering to himself, "Strange, where exactly is the malfunction?"
Outside the spaceship, Chi-Chi paced anxiously back and forth, glancing inside every now and then to urge, "Aren't you done yet? Can you hurry up!" Seeing that Dr. Cliff was focused on troubleshooting and didn't have time to respond, Chi-Chi paused, then continued, "Hurry up! If you keep dragging this on, my Gohan is really going to turn into a delinquent! He's always going on adventures with Goku and doesn't even know how to study properly."
Master Roshi sat solemnly at the table in the courtyard, stroking his cane. Yajirobe, sitting nearby leisurely sipping beer, noticed Master Roshi's expression and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Why do you look so serious?"
Master Roshi sighed and said, "It's nothing, I'm just worried about Goku."
Yajirobe took another swig of wine and said nonchalantly, "What's there to worry about? Goku is incredibly powerful."
Master Roshi shook his head, looking worried: "I'm afraid that when he encounters a strong enemy, he will only think about attacking, and end up hurting himself as well as the enemy."
"What do you mean?" Yachirobe didn't understand and asked again.
Master Roshi explained, "I'm worried that if Goku encounters a formidable opponent, he'll recklessly attack without considering the consequences, and end up getting seriously injured himself. With his temper, he easily loses his temper when he's in a fight."
Yachirobe gulped down a large mouthful of beer, his throat bobbing, followed by a loud burp, and asked in a muffled voice, "Why?"
Master Roshi's face was full of doubt, his brows furrowed, and he asked, "Why? Look at Goku's journey so far, every opponent he's encountered has been incredibly strong. If that guy named Frieza's strength is unfathomable, I'm really worried. I can't put my mind at ease. What if Goku faces him and is no match for him? That would be... Sigh, maybe I'm just worrying unnecessarily, being too pessimistic."