"Hmph. You only need to know that I can kill you whenever I want, Dodoria!" Vegeta snorted coldly, arrogantly pressing a hand onto Dodoria's shoulder, his tone tinged with disgust.
He was disgusted that Dodoria had dirtied his hand.
Dodoria truly was unpleasant to look at. Calling him fat as a pig would not be much of an exaggeration.
His bloated body was crammed into his battle suit. His pink skin gleamed with grease, its surface covered in protruding bumps. If he were not pressing down on Dodoria's armored shoulder, Vegeta would not even want to get close to him.
"Did your friends give you confidence? Vegeta, do you know where this is?" Dodoria bellowed with a fierce but inwardly weak expression on his bloated face.
After his Scouter, the device used to measure battle power, had failed to detect Vegeta's power level and overheated before exploding, fear had arisen in Dodoria's heart.
Because even he could not make a Scouter overheat and explode simply by failing to detect his battle power.
If Vegeta could do that, then his battle power was certainly far beyond Dodoria's.
"Frieza is here. This is Frieza's ship, and Frieza is the one we came to kill!" Vegeta shouted disdainfully. "Dodoria, why do you think I came here in secret?"
Dodoria's heart jolted. His bloated body trembled, but pinned beneath Vegeta's and Goku's five fingers, it could not move. He only felt as though two planets were weighing down his legs, leaving them so burdened that they could not even react with a tremor.
Dodoria's gloomy eyes swept across He-El, Bulma, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, Puar, who had transformed into the commander of the Third Reconnaissance Corps, and Nail, whose towering, powerful, and excessively imposing three-meter-seven frame startled him.
Nail's strength was something that allowed