webnovel

The bald Saiyan

0 = 1. Seems insane, and many mathematical professors would strange the student for claiming such a fact, yet it is a reality out MC has had to deal with for a "long time" now. Finally, by forces unseen, he awakes, in a body familiar to him, yet not and a power known to him yet strange in many ways. Feeling sensations again, emotions thumping in him, yet detached from it all is he. Memories clash as he tries to mend them, succeeds in a way, in devouring, not joining. Unknown is the future, maybe death will claim him once more, bring him to the doorstep of nothing, or he will fight it out, become "something" yet again. Fate is a fickle thing, so are human hearts, one can only hope they turn in one's favour.

The_Zombie_Lad · 漫画同人
分數不夠
16 Chs

Franky, I had enjoyed the war

A colossal smash occurred, one giant body smashing into another, the force drove both to the side, tumbling, but the blast stayed true on target, recognizing the bigger threat of the spirit bomb than his other foe.

Nappa would not allow that, and thus he shoved both of his hands in the ape's face, with his right gripping the muzzle trying to force it shut, and with the left gripping the skull, digging one finger into the bleeding eye.

The prince tried to scream with pain, yet the blast in his mouth prevented that, instead he just shot it off, the energy passing by the monkey by a few large steps, still, it impacted the ground behind.

A huge purple explosion ensued, the monkey is thrown off his boulder, which too crumbled after the pressure wave hit it.

Several teeth come flying from the mouth and the blood sprayed strongly, part of the beam explosion happening in the mouth due to Nappa.

"Rrrar!" Now the prince's cry is heard, having been toppled by Nappa, he pulls back his hand preparing to punch the prince.

Sparks of crimson catch his eye, pain unbelievably strong hits his arm, his fingers specifically, yet the punch still goes thru, hitting the prince right in the snout.

"Aar!" Yet for his effort, all he got in return was a bite to the arm, the remaining razor teeth sinking into his flesh, he is thrown off the prince in one giant heave of both head and body.

'He is waking up.' Nappa noted, trying to get up from the ground. The temporary pain and disorientation are gone, the prince is now calm enough to attack back, which is not good for him.

On his knees and trying to get up, a kick is what welcomes him, caught straight in the ribs, were it not for the fact that they were already broken they surely would break now.

"Agh." An indentation is caused in a cliff, having flown at great speeds into it, Nappa tried to exit, get up, gripping at the stone around himself, yet the prince's punch is faster than his actions.

And then another comes. And another. And another. Infinite, restless, and never-ending, the punches rain down on him, with prodigious strength and speed, soon everything seemed to blur for Nappa.

He could hear nothing but his flesh getting beaten in, the blood flowing and dripping down his face, the pitter-patter, and the river-like streams bursting open, it was unnerving.

The pain had ceased some time ago, now so all-encompassing he doesn't even notice it, the body considering it a normal state of being.

His nose is blocked and broken by his blood, his eyes closed and blurry, eardrums punctured and a piece of ear missing, the skin completely disconnected from the nervous system, all his senses are gone, only himself is left.

He feels weak, for the first time since he has come here, he truly feels weak. Before he could understand it, think about it, his brain comprehended that he is weak, yet his spirit, his body, it did not understand, it still considered itself infallible.

It has been proven wrong, it too is weak, far weaker than it wants to be, but it is weak regardless, the facts won't change no matter how bitter one feels.

For the first time, Nappa and his body agreed, they are both dissatisfied, depressed even, only his emotions fighting back against this sinking feeling, and that voice, that suggestion returned once more.

So what if I die? What reason is there for my existence? And why do I fear death, I know what follows, nothingness, and I am used to it?

Those thoughts, they whirred in his head, finally unopposed by the pride of the body, both now agreeing and asking the same question.

Why? Why keep fighting? Why try and resist fate? Why fear death? Why is he being so stubborn?

He doesn't know.

And yet, in this well of something, a downcast emotion between depression and bitterness, between all of this, Nappa suddenly found himself shaken.

Not physically, not by his mind, but by his emotions.

Why? Why keep fighting? They asked, and answered just as fast. Because it's fun! We love to fight! Fighting is our passion, we can't not fight!

Why try and resist fate? To show those assholes up there controlling us all that they can't control us! To spite them! To spite anyone and everyone! Because you can!

Why fear death? You don't fear death, you just refuse its grip.

...why are you so stubborn? Because we are insane.

*Krak*

Rocks and stones fell, his fingers twitched, the cliff face shifted, slightly.

'Now I remember.' The body does not want to go, its pride is broken too badly by this point, it does not want to recover, to act, yet it does not have a choice in the matter anymore.

'I want to exist because existence is something different, something I have forgotten.' A hand is shakily raised in front of him, bleary eyes staring at his open fist.

Two fingers are gone, the pinky and ring finger, bitten off in between the second and third knuckle, now only half of them remains.

The bleeding has stopped, ki instinctually used to mend wounds all over, yet the pain remained, the broken bones and torn muscles remained, impairing the function of the body.

Still, he presses on, gripping tightly at the indent he finds himself in, he pushes himself out of it, only to fall to his knees shortly after.

His legs are too weak, they do not listen to him, too broken, too used, they do not want to get up.

Still, they shall listen, he grabs desperately at a boulder, crumbling and shaking it as he does so, sliding down several times too, rocks and pebbles falling off.

With his hands he drags himself to an upright position, using his legs like support beams for stabilization instead of locomotion, he looks up.

'How long have I been unconscious?' He asks himself, in the distance he can see the prince, but he is just standing, doing nothing, looking down at his feet.

He gets closer, shakily, he can hear him speaking, screams following after that, two different voices, and ominous sounds emitting from his hands, Napa would hazard to guess that he is crushing the monkey in his hand.

The great green is nowhere to be found, Nappa notes somewhere in his shaken head.

'Not now.' He growls, his legs regaining back some of their usability. Carefully he watches, he can't charge in right now, all that would await him would be death's embrace, he needs a distraction.

Once more he needs to rely on outside forces for support.

Yet as luck would have it, it seems his fortune is looking up. Suddenly and unexpectedly the monkey decided to copy him, firing off a beam of Ki right into the ape's other, healthy eye.

"Aaah! My eye!" Now not so healthy the eye hurt the great ape a lot, once more his face is filled with blood, overflowing as it seeps thru his fingers.

Before he could recover, Nappa charged in. Boulder after boulder got wrecked as Nappa blindly hurled forwards, feet at first unstable, then stabilizing after getting the momentum going.

"What?!" The prince didn't get an opportunity to properly even perceive his circumstance, Nappa just enclosed his yaw around the prince's neck, biting in, the hard shell of Saiyan armor is what greets him first.

Yet he bites thru it, the armor only created to withstand an attack of only 1000 to 1500 power level, depending on the place, is cracked and broken easily, and then he tore off a chunk of flesh with it.

"Aaa!" The prince is weakened, tired from the fighting, Nappa will capitalize on that. His muzzle worked relentlessly, digging and tearing at the flesh, gulping down blood and meat alike, a coppery taste settled between his teeth.

Truly, however, he is barely hanging on. Was it not for his arms, which have loosely bound around the prince, snd his muzzle tearing up his neck, he probably would have fallen, his legs not heeding his desire anymore.

"You insolent pawn!" It did not take long however for the prince to awake from his blinding and a punch set Nappa back down to the ground.

"Ugh." He winced slightly, involuntarily, wounds opening up and bleeding more, he doesn't feel good, and neither can he get up anymore.

For a moment he felt the blackness creep around his eyes, unconsciousness threatening to take him once more, yet he staves it off firmly. No, not now nor ever, he shall stay awake, his eyes open, he shall witness what happens, and won't close them till he dies.

"Nappa..." The prince slowly growls out, both eyes bloodshot and hurting, he can barely see. Maybe a few meters in front of him, but the rest is blurry for sure, and in red too.

He grabbed Nappa by the skull, lifting him with one hand, wincing somewhat at the wound between his neck and shoulder.

Then he slammed Nappa down on the ground, clearing away several boulders, before pointing his head in the direction of the monkey.

"You have given me so much trouble despite being so weak." He gasped out, blood dripping down his fur as he did so, his one barely functioning eye glaring at Nappa. "Before that, I shall make you watch as I destroy what you have betrayed me for."

Threateningly he told, before lifting away from Nappa.

Nappa just watched, his mind calm as ever before the spirit of spite snd rebellion arose within him, he is assured in his victory.

Bitterness once more overcame him, realizing how weak he is, unable to do a thing, yet he will, he will do something, and he will win.

The prince walked over to the monkey, his form almost lifeless, having lost consciousness a long time ago, his limp form is lifted easily in the giant fist of the ape.

Then, looking directly at Nappa, he began to squeeze. Slightly at first, unbearably as time went on.

Bones began to crack, tissue shift, and fail, the monkey would have cried out, were it not for the fact that he is blessed with unconsciousness.

"Haa, Nappa? How does it feel, for me to strangle your last hope of victory? Face it, you are incapable of defeating me, I am a super-elite! Not a weakling like you!" A vicious smirk made its way onto his face.

"And how about you, you low-class trash? Do your bones feel nice? Breaking, grinding against each other, tearing flesh apart!" Silence is the response to both taunts, one not speaking and one being incapable of speech.

"Hahaha, both of you are so weak! So pathetic..." His words stopped, ears shifted, he looked around himself, as much as his vision allowed him. "Someone is here."

"Hey, you big dumb ape!" A small shout distracted them all, Nappa turning his head, with a great amount of strain, towards the voice, only to see the progeny standing on a rock. "Let my father go!" He shouted with indigent strength in his voice, yet determination plenty.

"Ooh? Now if it isn't Kakkarot's son. What? Have you come to see me crush your father personally!?" Sadistic mirth colored his voice as he spoke up, head glaring in the progeny's general direction, a smirk still on his lips.

To respond the progeny just glared impudently, responding not, letting his posture do the talking for him.

"Hahaha, what? Cat got your tongue? Speak up, boy-" Another interruption, this time from behind. An orange disk, Nappa's memory flashing back to himself encountering this in his fight against the team, flew forth, it's the target? The ape's tail, the goal to get him out of the great ape form.

-------------------------------------------------------------

P. S. I mean, the chapter title is pretty self-explanatory, and I believe everyone knows where it comes from, but just in case. It's a reference to the song Final Countdown by Europe, a great song btw. It's linked because the MC has to distract Vegeta for ten seconds, which is the final countdown until Vegeta gets killed (not, as we see in this chapter).

P. P. S. (Pee-pee small)- Sorry for the late update, but I had quite a busy past few days. I picked up a new hobby (rock slinging with a shepherd's sling), rekindled an old one (flintknapping), went to volunteer s little (at a dog shelter, fuck I love dogs, I just wanna adopt them all), am finally able to do 30 push-ups in a row (great achievement for me), I planted 8 rows of potatoes, prepared for some trial graduation exams, got the best score in class at 2 exams, and I have gotten sick (fever 37.1 celsius, but it's rocking me pretty hard with headaches, joint, muscle, throat, and skin pain, not COVID thankfully). So I apologize for the late update, this chapter should have come out like a day or two ago, but I'm just getting bombarded with stuff lately.