Vegeta, Do You Remember Soro?

"Don't be in such a rush," Vegeta said, the corners of his mouth curling upward. "I have questions for them."

"What kind of questions?" Nappa asked, looking puzzled.

He scratched his bald head and furrowed his brows.

What was there to talk about with a bunch of small-time trash?

Krillin and Piccolo remained silent, feeling the situation grow increasingly dire.

They exchanged a glance, seeing the same thought reflected in each other's eyes.

This tall one was already formidable.

But the short one looked even stronger than him.

Otherwise, the tall one wouldn't be so obedient.

"The Son Goku you speak of—is he Kakarot?" Vegeta asked with a grin, hands on his hips.

"Yes!" Krillin gritted his teeth and answered truthfully. "So what if he is?"

"Just as I heard on the scouter." Vegeta wagged his index finger. "He was resurrected using the Dragon Ball, is that it?"

Having said that, he burst into a fit of wild laughter.

"Hahaha! So the savior you're pinning your hopes on is Kakarot!"

Neither Krillin nor Piccolo made a sound.

Krillin clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

Piccolo's gaze was dark, his eyes locked onto every move Vegeta made.

"A piece of trash who couldn't even defeat Raditz," Vegeta chuckled contemptuously. "What use is it even if he does come?"

"Goku is different from before!" Krillin held his left fist in front of him and shouted, his voice trembling with agitation. "He has definitely become much stronger!"

"You won't be able to defeat Son Goku!" Piccolo also shouted in a low, deep voice.

"Hahaha!" Nappa let out a cold laugh. "Then why doesn't he come and try? Is it because he's too scared and already ran away?"

"He will come!" Son Gohan gritted his teeth, poked his head out from behind Piccolo, and mustered the courage to shout, "My dad will definitely come! He will definitely come to take care of you!"

"Heh, heh, heh." Vegeta was suddenly amused, flashing a brilliant smile. "Interesting."

He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over Krillin, Piccolo, and Son Gohan one by one.

"Fine, we'll wait until he gets here!"

"What?" Nappa grew anxious and demanded loudly, "Vegeta! What kind of joke are you playing? That guy isn't going to come!"

He clenched his fists, his aura surging violently.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Nappa roared. "Just let me finish them off right now!"

"We'll wait three hours." Vegeta slowly held up three fingers and chuckled. "Not a moment longer."

"Three hours?" Nappa felt increasingly annoyed and shouted, "What are we supposed to do for three hours? We've been sleeping until today, and we're itching for a fight! Waiting is completely meaningless!"

As he spoke, Nappa moved, preparing to attack.

He kicked off the air, leaned his body forward, and pulled his arms back.

A violent surge of ki gathered in his palms.

"How utterly foolish." Nappa growled. "I'm going to play a game!"

Ignoring Vegeta, Nappa prepared to launch a lethal strike at the three of them.

"Nappa!" Vegeta suddenly raised his voice, his tone icy. "Are you not listening to me?"

Nappa's body stiffened abruptly.

"Ah..."

Nappa suddenly realized something and slammed on the brakes in mid-air.

This stop was even more violent than the last, causing a visible ripple of air to explode in front of him.

Nappa's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Below, Piccolo was also startled, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

He felt the pressure radiating from Vegeta.

It wasn't directed at them; it was just a casual remark.

But that pressure alone was enough to terrify Nappa to this extent.

"I... I'm sorry!" Nappa hurriedly apologized to Vegeta, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "I couldn't control myself!"

"Let it be." Vegeta withdrew his gaze and looked back at Krillin and the others, a smirk playing on his lips. "I've extended your lives; you should be thanking me."

Krillin didn't speak, only staring fixedly at Vegeta.

Thank him?

Are you kidding me?

The battle between the two sides paused right there.

Vegeta also found a rock and sat down slowly.

He crossed one leg over the other, folded his arms across his chest, leaned his back against the stone, and narrowed his eyes, patiently waiting for the arrival of Son Goku.

Nappa also descended from the sky, stood beside Vegeta, crossed his arms, and stared at the three people opposite them with a look of intense displeasure.

Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan gathered together, breathing a temporary sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry," Son Gohan stammered, lowering his head and not daring to look at Piccolo, "because I was afraid... I didn't..."

"Get lost!" Piccolo scolded irritably, "What use is a coward like you? You have failed the expectations I had for you!"

"Don't say that, Piccolo," Krillin quickly urged, "After all, this is Gohan's first time participating in a battle."

Piccolo snorted, turned his head away, and said nothing more.

"Tell me, Vegeta," Nappa scratched his bald head and asked in a low voice, "Why wait for Kakarot?"

"Because he is a traitor to our Saiyan race," Vegeta said, picking up a scouter from the ground and placing it over his ear.

The scouter emitted a soft beep, and several sets of data jumped onto the screen.

Vegeta glanced at them and chuckled, "This traitor must be eliminated."

He paused, the smile at the corner of his mouth turning cold.

"First, I will kill his son and his companions right in front of him."

"Then, I will slowly finish him off, leaving him unable to resist, struggling in agony."

"In three or four hours, we can open up an exhibition of hell!"

"So that's how it is!" Nappa was filled with excitement, rubbing his hands together, "That's great, Vegeta!"

"Within three hours," Vegeta's mouth curled upward, "if he comes, that is how we shall proceed."

"I'll leave Kakarot to you," Nappa licked his lips, his gaze shifting to the three people in the distance, "I'll give the other three a good thrashing."

"Do as you please," Vegeta snorted, "but don't forget about making that Namekian cough up the Dragon Ball."

"Rest assured," Nappa patted his chest, becoming even more expectant, "I just hope Kakarot shows up."

Speaking of which, he scratched his head again, suddenly thinking of something.

"But come to think of it, Vegeta," Nappa mused, "speaking of Saiyans, haven't we forgotten about another guy?"

"Who?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"Soro," Nappa smiled, "that guy who is a low-class warrior just like Kakarot."

"Oh?" Vegeta chuckled, narrowing his eyes, "I had almost forgotten about that guy until you mentioned him."

He stretched his back, his tone casual.

"Once we've settled things on Earth, we'll pay a visit to..."

Vegeta couldn't quite remember the name of the planet where Soro was located, so he frowned and thought for a moment.

"It seems to be called Atlantis Planet," Nappa thought for a moment and replied.