Kakarot and Broly, Those Two Weaklings

"We Saiyans are the strongest race in the universe. Defeated trash has no right to live!"

Hearing Vegeta's cold-blooded words, Superman was left speechless. Raised from childhood on his adoptive father's good-boy ideals of "study hard and improve every day," he had grown up with an Obito-upgraded worldview of helping old ladies cross the street. Without a girl he loved dying before his eyes, he would never turn evil. Hearing Vegeta's cruel and heartless words now, he found them utterly unbelievable.

The superheroes stared wordlessly at the sky. They had joined forces and still been brutally beaten by Nappa, yet in Vegeta's eyes, Nappa was merely a shit-producing machine wasting air by staying alive. It was a devastating blow to their pride. Now, they only wanted this battle to end sooner so they could clock out, go home, and get drunk.

General Zod secretly felt it was a pity. Killing such a powerful warrior at the drop of a hat was far too wasteful. At the same time, he became intensely wary of the Saiyan race. Judging by Vegeta's decisive manner, Nappa was probably a minor nobody among the Saiyans. If even a nobody was this powerful, just how strong was the entire Saiyan race?

Zod did not dare think further. He prayed for heaven to show mercy and send a meteor crashing into their home planet to blow it apart! Otherwise, how could the races of other universes survive?

"Enough dawdling. Hurry up and attack. Where did all that momentum from before go?" Vegeta beckoned with one hand, his overwhelming confidence fully on display.

Vegeta was just that proud. No matter who his opponent was, he had confidence that he could blow them apart. And it was indeed true. He had defeated many powerful enemies, such as Dodoria, Zarbon,