Chapter 797 Just an ordinary martial artist

Bulma said it was difficult to comment on this.

She felt that her thought processes might be different from the other person's, and it always felt a bit strange.

After all, calling one's own son by his name is the same as calling one's own grandfather, which would make anyone feel a little awkward. But then he remembered that an alien once came to Earth and recognized Sun Wukong as his relative, and suddenly he understood.

Attributing all of this to the bloodline of Sun Wukong, perhaps aliens are like that.

"Actually, I don't live here now. I just came back to visit and let Master Wutian see his grand-disciple."

Sun Wukong explained that he had already moved out when he married Chi-Chi, as staying here was a bit crowded and inconvenient.

At Qiqi's insistence, he went with her to build a house near the Flaming Mountain.

Just as Bulma was about to ask some more questions, a violent shock came from afar.

The entire earth trembled, and countless drops of seawater were nearly stirred up, threatening to engulf the small island.

"How is this going?"

Bulma was somewhat flustered, but then took the child that Goku handed her, because he was going to stop the seawater.

Sun Wukong suddenly soared into the air, using the Flying Technique, a martial art that allows a person to levitate in the air. It is very practical and many people know it, including Suzumiya Musashi.

Thanks to Sun Wukong's immense power, he repelled the tide that could have submerged the island, but the crisis was far from over.

Because the tremors are still ongoing.

"Wukong, it looks like some uninvited guests have arrived again."

Master Roshi slowly walked out. Although several years had passed, his body was still as robust as ever.

However, he was used to walking with a cane and walked very slowly, which might be related to the tortoise shell he was carrying.

He looked up and could feel that powerful aura coming from afar, and the other party was definitely someone who had only recently arrived on Earth.

"Is it another one of your distant relatives who's come over?"

Upon hearing this, Bulma immediately thought of Goku's so-called older brother. After all, their race seemed to be very powerful.

Moreover, the other party clearly stated that other Saiyans might also come to Earth. She couldn't think of anyone else who could be behind such a powerful aura besides them.

...

On a grassy field, a huge wave of light struck down, creating a crater hundreds of meters wide, and all the creatures in the surrounding area disappeared along with the wave of light.

A detached man dressed in blue and white withdrew his hand and said disdainfully, "The combat strength of the creatures here is so poor, that piece of trash Raditz actually fell here."

"Yes, Raditz is a high-ranking warrior, but all he does is eat, drink, and have fun all day. If he had trained properly, he definitely wouldn't have died in a place like this."

The bald, burly man beside him nodded repeatedly, while also making a few disparaging remarks about Raditz, who had long since passed away.

There was nothing he could do; the other person had mocked him before.

These two were none other than Vegeta, the Saiyan prince, and Nappa, a lower-ranking Saiyan warrior.

Naba was only a lower-level warrior with a combat power of 4000, but that was still much higher than that so-called upper-level warrior Raditz.

However, the other party had mocked Nappa before, after all, if the two were classified according to the Saiyan level, there would be a world of difference between them.

To put it simply, Raditz has the potential to raise his combat power to over 1, while Nappa will never be able to. This is due to their racial limitations, though that's just their own perception.

"Hmph, go find his younger brother first, I want to ask him what's going on."

Vegeta snorted and frowned, about to fly towards the crowd, when someone blocked his way.

"You have quite the nerve. You saw us and didn't even hide. You're facing us head-on. How interesting. Instead of running away, you're going straight at us, aren't you?"

Naba looked at the man in front of him with great interest. Although he was quite handsome, that was not a reason for him to stop him.

More importantly, the other party blocked the Saiyan prince's path; just look at Vegeta's furrowed brows, they're practically reaching the sky.

"Then please... die!"

Naba's face contorted in a ferocious grin as he unleashed a beam of light.

The powerful aura caused changes in the surrounding air, and the scorching heat directly burned the grass on the ground to ashes.

But the man blocking the way didn't dodge at all; instead, he walked towards the light wave in time.

In Naba's somewhat dazed gaze, the light wave vanished as if it had hit a sponge.

That's right, that's how he saw it – his full-force attack.

Not only did it not scratch the other person's skin, it didn't even damage their clothes.

Suzumiya Musashi patted the air in front of him and exhaled. He had just come out of the gravity chamber, and he wouldn't have come here if he hadn't sensed two powerful auras here.

There was no other way; if I didn't come over soon, my underground laboratory here would be destroyed.

That's right, it's such a coincidence that the laboratory built for Dr. Gro was right below here. The reason he felt comfortable letting the other party come here was naturally because he had something that could control the other party.

"Who are you?"

Naba asked, somewhat shocked.

"Who am I?"

Suzumiya Musashi thought for a moment and said, "Just an ordinary martial artist. If you really want to talk about it, you can consider me the guardian of this planet. Did you notify us beforehand that you were causing trouble here?"

After the initial shock, Naba was now filled with anger and lingering fear.

What angered him was that the other person's nonchalant attitude made him feel like they were someone superior, which made him very unhappy.

The fear stemmed from the feeling that he hadn't done things well, and the worry that Vegeta next to him would get angry.

Although both of them work for Frieza, their social status is worlds apart.

More importantly, as the prince of the Saiyans, Vegeta didn't have the guts to piss off the other party's tiger skin. If this matter wasn't handled well, he would be labeled as useless in the other party's eyes.

Although the guy opposite him had just used something very strange, he didn't think that guy had the strength to threaten him.

"You say you're the guardian of this planet? Well then, I'll see if you can actually protect it."

Naba grinned maliciously, his figure moving like a speeding car, instantly appearing on the edge of the city not far away, and finally, without hesitation, he was about to start a massacre.

These weak Earthlings don't even have a combat strength of five. If he were to start a fight, it would be no different from killing chickens and monkeys.