Meeting each other's eyes, Bardock took a deep breath and reined in his emotions, no longer letting his power erupt.
Kairos was right. With his current strength, setting Frieza aside, even King Vegeta would see him as a thorn in his side.
There were some things that others did not know, but he himself knew all too well.
Everyone saw only his glamorous side in public, never knowing how carefully he had been treading all this time.
The desire to fight was something most Saiyans possessed; the desire to grow stronger was a goal pursued by nearly every Saiyan.
Yet as a Low-class Warrior, his very existence had severely disrupted the balance!
He was simply too strong. Forget the limits of a Low-class Warrior—even among the High-class Warriors and Elite Warriors throughout nearly two hundred years of Saiyan history, almost none could compare to him. Even the royal family had been surpassed by him.
Simply put, there were only a handful of Saiyans whose battle power exceeded ten thousand.
Now, his battle power had far surpassed King Vegeta's.
All along, King Vegeta had appeared to value and respect him greatly. He had constantly assigned Bardock important missions, even praising him publicly on multiple occasions and holding him up as an example for all Saiyans to emulate.
But behind the scenes, King Vegeta had always forcibly restrained him. Not only had he sent him off to fight on distant planets, but he had also treated his son Raditz as a hostage, arranging for him to stay by the prince's side.
Put nicely, it was training. Put bluntly, it was leverage to keep him from entertaining thoughts he should not have.
In truth, Bardock had never intended to seize the throne. He still held the most basic loyalty toward King Vegeta III.