An outstanding warrior from a distinguished family, the Saiyan Nappa, was defeated in an instant.
His body traced an arc through the air and slammed into a nearby mountain, smashing everything to pieces.
Son Goten seemed not to have moved at all. It was simply because he was unbelievably fast.
Vegeta, standing nearby, furrowed his brow. His pride had taken an unprecedented blow. He was the Saiyan prince, after all.
Had the Saiyan prince become utterly worthless? Vegeta couldn't accept it.
He took off his Combat Detector and crushed it in his hand. The resentment in his heart was beyond words.
"You! Who are you, exactly?" Vegeta couldn't help asking.
"Among the Saiyans, I'm just a low-class warrior. As for age, we're about the same, yet you think people like us have no reason to exist."
"Prince Vegeta, your perspective is too narrow. My strength is many times greater than yours, so if we fight, you'll be the one who gets hurt in no time."
Son Goten remained utterly calm, which only stoked Vegeta's anger further.
"Fine, then. Let's fight. I want to see what you can do."
Vegeta was nothing like the relaxed, easygoing version of himself on Earth back then. This was completely different from the original story, because the balance of combat power had been entirely reversed.
Son Goten could now easily reach a combat power of ten thousand, but Vegeta standing before him didn't seem to have improved much.
The remaining group of Saiyan warriors cowered nearby, trembling with fear.
They were the last survivors, but they had no way to affect the battle unfolding before them.
"You can make the first move."
Son Goten stood motionless.
Vegeta took a fighting stance and charged forward at once, swinging his Hand Blade to chop off Son Goten's