I Am Raditz

What Raditz said was absolutely insane—unimaginably so.

Dodoria stood stunned, shocked by Raditz's audacious claim.

"Raditz? How dare you speak to me like that!" Dodoria's eyes bulged with indignation. In his mind, Raditz was nothing but a low-level soldier in Frieza's army with a power level barely over 1,000. He could crush him with a single punch!

"Hmph, Dodoria, if you don't believe me, feel free to test it yourself. Everyone here is available to you. Pick anyone—which one of us can you actually defeat?"

Raditz remained confident, spreading his hands with an air of indifference that made Zarbon secretly suspicious, unwilling to make any hasty moves. Dodoria, however, was far more hot-tempered. How could he tolerate such provocation? He pointed at Raditz and roared.

"Enough of your lies! You! I'll take you down myself!"

The enraged Dodoria was practically foaming at the mouth, his face contorted with fury. Despite his bulky frame, he moved with surprising speed, charging directly at Raditz. He was absolutely certain he could flatten Raditz with a single blow, and he noticed that Raditz wasn't even bothering to defend himself.

The moment Dodoria threw his punch, Raditz merely smiled and extended a single finger.

"Tap."

With just a soft sound, one of Raditz's fingers stopped Dodoria's powerful fist cold, preventing any further advancement. Dodoria felt as though he'd struck an immovable iron wall—no matter how much force he applied, he couldn't push forward an inch.

Holding his breath and gritting his teeth, Dodoria's entire body began to tremble.

As Raditz pressed forward with just his finger, he pushed Dodoria's fist backward. The pink warrior's feet slid across the ground, carving deep furrows in the dirt behind his heels.

"Nnngh... aaahh..."

Dodoria's strained grunts echoed across the battlefield.

Suddenly, Raditz withdrew his finger. Caught off guard, Dodoria stumbled forward from his own momentum—directly into Raditz's waiting fist. The hook punch was as sharp as a blade and incredibly fast, connecting solidly with Dodoria's chin and sending him flying nearly a hundred meters away!

In the blink of an eye, Raditz vanished and reappeared behind Dodoria's airborne form. With a casual flick of his leg, he sent the pink warrior crashing to the ground, creating a massive crater.

"How was that?" Raditz stood at the edge of the crater, looking down at Dodoria coldly, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Zarbon instinctively took several steps backward, his narrow eyes widening in shock, pupils trembling.

Raditz's power level was flashing on the scouter, having soared from 1,500 to 28,000. Raditz was actually this powerful! At that level, Dodoria stood no chance, given his power level of only 22,000! But what about the others? Was Raditz telling the truth when he said any of them could defeat Dodoria? Zarbon studied the group with growing nervousness.

He didn't want to believe such a thing was possible. Without even realizing it, his palms had become slick with sweat, his heartbeat accelerating.

"How? Impossible..."

Dodoria wiped blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was already panting uncontrollably after taking just one hit from Raditz. His back felt like it had been stabbed with a knife and twisted open.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

"Stop wheezing, you fat oaf. I'll give you another chance—you can choose a different opponent." Raditz gestured with his thumb toward the group.

"AAAAH!!! Don't underestimate me!" Dodoria leapt from the crater in rage, his eyes squinting unevenly as he gritted his teeth and pointed. "You—the little one!"

Though he shouted defiantly, Dodoria had clearly become more cautious. He no longer dared to challenge any of the Saiyans. The three-eyed warrior didn't look like a normal being, and Piccolo was obviously a Namekian—that left only Krillin and Gohan as potential opponents. After some deliberation, he chose Gohan, who appeared to be the youngest and least threatening.

Expecting this choice, Raditz smiled disdainfully as he walked back to join the others.

Vegeta also smirked, well aware of Gohan's true strength. After the battle on Earth, he had trained alongside the boy and knew his potential.

A mere 22,000 power level wasn't enough to even make Gohan break a sweat.

With encouragement from Piccolo, Gohan walked toward Dodoria. The boy had undergone significant training since their last battle and was no longer intimidated by powerful opponents. He faced the elite warrior with calm composure.

"Hey, aren't you Saiyans supposed to be proud warriors? For your dignity's sake, promise you won't interfere!" Dodoria warned, trying to be clever.

"I promise not to move a muscle," Raditz smiled, waving his hand dismissively.

"Then prepare to die, brat!"

Dodoria moved as swiftly as the wind, leaving only an afterimage as his true body vanished into the air at blinding speed. Gohan was momentarily startled but quickly regained his composure, his eyes tracking the rapidly moving energy signature.

The boy didn't move, which delighted Dodoria. He circled behind Gohan and opened his arms wide, ready to crush him in a bear hug.

But the moment Dodoria swung his arms forward, Gohan suddenly leapt upward. His small body jumped to the height of Dodoria's head, spinning around to deliver a powerful kick. The short, thin frame exploded with astonishing strength, sending Dodoria crashing to the ground with enough force to throw up a cloud of dust.

As Dodoria struggled to his feet, Gohan followed up with a devastating headbutt! Charging at high speed, the boy rammed his head directly into Dodoria's stomach. The tremendous impact shattered the warrior's battle armor, nearly bending his body into a bow shape before sending him flying backward.

"BOOM!" Dodoria crashed to the ground again. He licked away the warm blood from the corner of his mouth and barely managed to prop himself up, rising slowly to his feet. Now, he finally believed Raditz's words—he couldn't even defeat this child!

As shock and despair washed over him, countless energy blasts suddenly rained down from above like a torrential downpour, threatening to overwhelm him completely.

At the critical moment, Vegeta stepped forward and intercepted the attack. He deflected the continuous barrage of energy waves, effectively rescuing Dodoria.

"Vegeta, you..."

Dodoria never expected Vegeta to block the attack for him. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Don't misunderstand. I just want the pleasure of killing you with my own hands," Vegeta snarled. "I wanted to thank you for revealing the truth about Planet Vegeta's destruction to me during our previous conversation. Now it's time for my revenge." Vegeta's face darkened as he kicked Dodoria to the ground and planted his foot on the pink warrior's massive form.

The immense pressure crushed down on Dodoria's solid torso, nearly flattening him.

Despite his desperate pleas for mercy, feeling as if his internal organs were about to be expelled from his body, Vegeta ignored Dodoria's frantic begging. The pressure under his foot continued to increase, slowly intensifying the agony.

Zarbon watched in horror, his face draining of all color.

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