“Very well, Vegeta.” A slight smile appeared on Son Goku’s face.
“The way you are now is nothing like the Vegeta I remember.” “Maybe if I beat you up a little, you’ll become the Vegeta I remember again.” Vegeta fell silent.
Are we even acquainted?
The Vegeta in your memory?
Who exactly do you think you are?
Vegeta was absolutely certain he had never met this low-class Saiyan named Kakarot in his entire life.
Elite Saiyans and low-class Saiyans were like parallel lines that would never cross.
Turning his head, Son Goku looked toward Gohan and the others and instructed, “All of you stay back and don’t interfere.” “This is a good chance for me to warm up.” There was even a trace of excitement in Goku’s voice.
“Goku, be careful.
That guy isn’t simple.” Krillin’s face was pale as he spoke.
The feeling Vegeta gave him was like a bottomless abyss or an endless ocean.
It was impossible to see through him.
“Goku, don’t be careless.
That big Saiyan from before was genuinely afraid of Vegeta.” Yamcha looked worried as he pointed toward Nappa, who was still twitching on the ground.
“This guy’s Ki is terrifying.
Even before he moves, I can already feel an overwhelming pressure.
It’s like a huge mountain pressing down on me.
I can barely breathe.” He sighed helplessly.
“On Earth, besides you, none of us can compare to him.” In Yamcha’s opinion, only someone whose strength vastly surpassed Nappa’s could make such a cruel and violent Saiyan obey so obediently.
Although Goku had defeated Nappa with a single finger and displayed astonishing strength, caution was never a bad thing.
After all, even a lion uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit.
“Once again, Goku has to solve everything…” Tien Shinhan sighed deeply.
A trace of unwillingness flashed through his eyes.
This scene reminded him of the battle against King Piccolo.
Back then, he had felt exactly the same helplessness.
After a year of harsh training at Kami’s Lookout, he had believed he was strong enough to stand on the front lines against the Saiyans.
But reality had proven otherwise.
The gap between them and the Saiyans was as vast as heaven and earth.
He wanted to fight.
He wanted to contribute to Earth’s defense.
Instead, all he could do was stand on the sidelines and cheer for Son Goku.
“Be careful.” After a brief silence, Piccolo suddenly spoke.
His tone was low but serious.
“Dad!” Gohan called out anxiously.
Son Goku simply waved his hand and strode forward.
“Kakarot, the real fun is only beginning.” Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, looking completely relaxed.
A faint smile hung on his face.
“Let me tell you one more thing.” “We Saiyans undergo a warrior aptitude assessment the moment we are born.” “A low-class warrior like you, who received an extremely poor evaluation, was sent to a remote planet with weak inhabitants to conquer it for the Saiyan race.” “In other words, you were abandoned and exiled by our people.” Vegeta’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Do you know what your battle power was when you were born?” “And do you know what mine was?” He slowly raised two fingers.
His face was filled with ridicule.
“Your power level was only two.” Vegeta’s gaze swept across Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu.
Despite the terrifying pressure in his eyes, none of them looked away.
Seeing this, Vegeta sneered coldly.
“Pathetic insects.” “Do you know what a power level of two means among the Saiyans?” “A low-class warrior with a battle power that pathetic is exceptionally rare even in Saiyan history.” “There are only a handful of examples.” Then Vegeta raised his chin proudly.
His expression was filled with absolute confidence.
“As for me…” “I, Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, was born with a power level of three thousand!” The words echoed across the battlefield.
Nappa’s eyes immediately filled with fanatic admiration.
That was the Prince he followed.
The greatest genius in Saiyan history.
Vegeta looked directly at Son Goku.
His gaze was arrogant and overbearing.
“So tell me, Kakarot.” “What exactly do you have that allows you to challenge me, a super genius and the Prince of the Saiyans?” “Oh?” Son Goku raised an eyebrow.
“A power level of three thousand at birth?” A grin slowly spread across his face.
“That’s pretty impressive.”