Hearing what Tarble said, Krillin and the others subconsciously rolled their eyes.
“Listen!
Listen!
Is that even something a normal person would say?
You trained for a year and only increased your Power Level by 29,000?
You seriously need to think before you speak!”
Before Vegeta had arrived on Earth, even after a full year of training, their Power Levels had only increased by one or two thousand.
“A Power Level increase of 29,000, and you’re still dissatisfied?
Seriously, Saiyan training talent is freakish enough to make anyone jealous.”
Gohan and Piccolo were equally stunned.
They quietly communicated through telepathy.
“Uncle Piccolo, Tarble’s talent might be even greater than Dad’s, Uncle Vegeta’s, or even mine.
But if he’s really this gifted, why have I never heard Uncle Vegeta mention it?”
“Gohan, it’s very possible that his talent surpasses all of yours.
However, don’t let that discourage you.
No matter how gifted someone is, they still need time and training to grow stronger.
A Power Level of 30,000 isn’t much by today’s standards.
Judging from Vegeta’s expression, he probably didn’t know Tarble’s talent was this incredible either.”
Piccolo paused before continuing.
“If I’m right, based on how Saiyan society worked in the past, Tarble’s starting Power Level probably wasn’t very high.
At the very least, it wouldn’t have been higher than Vegeta’s.
It’s even possible that, like your father, he was classified as a Low-class Saiyan.
Otherwise, Vegeta would have mentioned him long ago.”
“I think you’re right, Uncle Piccolo.
Uncle Vegeta looks just as surprised.”
After hearing Tarble’s question, Vegeta couldn’t help twitching his mouth.
However, the shock in his eyes only grew stronger.
Kakarot had also been a Low-class Saiyan.
Vegeta still remembered that when Kakarot died alongside Raditz, his Power Level had only been a few hundred.
Afterward, Kakarot trained under King Kai for an entire year and only raised his Power Level to around 8,000.
More importantly, King Kai’s planet had gravity ten times stronger than Earth’s.
Yet Tarble had increased his Power Level by nearly 30,000 after only one year of training under normal Earth gravity.
Doesn’t that mean Tarble’s aptitude is even greater than Kakarot’s?
If this isn’t incredible training talent, then what does that make Kakarot and me?
After the initial shock came excitement.
The Saiyan royal bloodline truly was the strongest.
Thinking of this, Vegeta slightly raised an eyebrow.
For a brief moment, he uncrossed his arms and placed a hand on Tarble’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry.
Your talent may be even greater than you realize.”
The next second, however, he realized that such a gesture didn’t suit his usual cold and prideful image, so he immediately withdrew his hand.
Vegeta had always wanted to surpass Son Goku, but no matter how hard he tried, he had never succeeded.
Now, seeing that Tarble’s potential appeared even greater, he finally saw hope.
More than anything, he wanted to prove that the Saiyan royal bloodline was superior to that of an ordinary Saiyan.
Unfortunately, he had never been able to achieve that.
Because of that, he rarely mentioned being the Prince of all Saiyans anymore.
It wasn’t because he no longer cared about his title, but because his strength had never truly surpassed Son Goku’s.
Continuing to boast about his royal status while remaining weaker than Kakarot only made him feel embarrassed.
“No, no.
I’m just a Low-class Saiyan.
Big Brother is the Saiyan with the greatest talent.” Tarble spoke sincerely.
If it weren’t for the doubled training effect, he never would have increased his Power Level by that much in only a year.
Hearing that, Vegeta’s mouth twitched again.
His expression darkened slightly, and he chose not to respond.
The phrase “the Saiyan with the greatest talent” had struck a sensitive nerve.
Pretending not to notice, Tarble turned toward Gohan and the others with a puzzled expression.
“Big Brother, are they all your subordinates?”
The moment those words were spoken, Gohan remained calm and even smiled faintly.
Piccolo and the others, however, reacted very differently.
After all, they had once been killed by Nappa.
Even though Vegeta hadn’t personally delivered the killing blows, they knew perfectly well that if Nappa hadn’t done it, Vegeta would have shown them no mercy.
Hearing Tarble’s question, they instinctively clenched their teeth and shot hostile glares at Vegeta, eager to hear his answer.
Vegeta frowned before glancing across Piccolo and the others.
After a brief silence, he finally spoke.
“They’re not my subordinates.
Even if I wanted them to be, they wouldn’t agree.
Our relationship is…
complicated.
It’s not something I can explain in a few words.
For now, we’re on the same side.
Of course, if any of them want to challenge me, they’re welcome to try.”
The first part of his answer sounded reasonable.
The last sentence, however, made Piccolo and the others grit their teeth.
If they had been strong enough, they would have gladly beaten Vegeta into the ground.
Unfortunately, they simply weren’t.
Tarble rolled his eyes before smiling.
“So that means you’re friends.”
Without giving anyone a chance to deny it, he turned toward Gohan and the others.
“Hello, everyone.
My name is Tarble, and I’m Vegeta’s younger brother.
It’s nice to meet all of you.
I hope we get along.”
As the saying goes, you don’t hit someone who’s smiling at you.
Seeing how polite Tarble was, Piccolo and the others were caught off guard and introduced themselves one after another.
“Uncle Tarble, hello.
“I’m Piccolo.”
“My name is Krillin.”
“…”
Licks also stepped forward and briefly introduced himself.
Within just a few minutes, everyone had gotten to know one another.
Less than ten seconds after the introductions ended, the pursuers finally arrived.
Their spacecraft were also spherical, and there were only two of them.
Rumble!
The two ships crashed onto the ground, creating massive craters.
Moments later, two strange red and blue aliens flew out of the craters.
One look at them was enough for Tarble to recognize them as Abo and Cado, the pair who had hunted him in the original story.
At the same time, he quietly activated the Eye of Insight granted by his Golden Finger.
Target: Abo Race: Buff Clan Power Level: 8,000,000
Target: Cado Race: Buff Clan Power Level: 7,000,000
So they’re from the Buff Clan.
Red Buff and Blue Buff.
That’s actually pretty fitting, Tarble muttered inwardly.
Their Power Levels were undeniably impressive.
No wonder they had the confidence to challenge Frieza’s rule.
Their Power Levels were far beyond Frieza’s known 530,000.
Tarble couldn’t help wondering how much stronger they would become after fusing.
While Tarble was observing Abo and Cado, they were also sizing up everyone present.
They immediately noticed Tarble and Licks wearing Saiyan battle armor, along with the Z Fighters standing behind them.
Despite being outnumbered, neither of them looked worried.
Instead, they activated their scouters and scanned everyone’s Power Levels.
Beep!
Beep!
As the scans finished, both aliens burst into arrogant laughter.
“Hahaha!
Tarble, thanks for gathering all the Saiyans in one place for us!
As our thanks, we’ll send all of you to Hell!
Are you ready to die?”
Faced with the provocation, Tarble and the Z Fighters remained completely calm.
Vegeta, Gohan, and Piccolo, in particular, had already sensed how weak the enemies’ energy felt compared to their own.
They weren’t even interested in fighting.
Still, these two had come specifically to hunt Tarble.
Vegeta naturally wasn’t going to ignore them.
He let out a cold snort.
“Hmph.
Two worthless pieces of trash, and you think you can hunt Saiyans?”
He then looked toward Gohan.
“Gohan, they’re yours.
If you don’t start fighting again, you’ll become completely useless.”