Vegeta's Extreme Displeasure; Tarble's Performance

Hearing Tarble's words, Vegeta gritted his teeth, a look of slight displeasure appearing on his face.

Damn it!

Kakarot wasn't the only bastard capable of turning into a Super Saiyan!

Did he really need Kakarot to step in just to deal with these two pieces of trash?

What a massive joke!

However, after a moment's thought, he realized why Tarble only knew about Son Goku's ability to transform.

It was highly likely that he had only heard about the great battle on Namek back in the day.

Since Tarble lived on a planet at the edge of the universe, it was perfectly normal for his information to be outdated.

But even after guessing the reason, he still felt very annoyed.

"Kakarot isn't the only one who can become a Super Saiyan!"

"Rest assured, I will take care of the pursuers behind you!"

"What?" Tarble asked, feigning great surprise, "Big Brother, are you saying you can turn into a Super Saiyan too?"

"That's wonderful!"

"Big Brother, you truly live up to your reputation as the strongest warrior in Saiyan history, born with the highest combat power!"

Hearing this praise, Vegeta's expression softened considerably: "Hmph, as long as you work hard at your training, you should have a chance to become Super Saiyans as well!"

"Really?" Tarble asked, pretending to be pleasantly surprised.

Rix, standing to the side, was also filled with surprise and joy.

He never imagined that he, too, might have a chance to become a legendary Super Saiyan.

Facing their inquisitive gazes, Vegeta nodded slowly and said: "I have no reason to lie to you about such things."

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up, "There are two pursuers behind you, and they are almost here!"

Hearing this, Tarble also looked up, but his naked eyes couldn't see any sign of a spaceship, though he did indeed sense two massive auras approaching rapidly.

Even though he knew, he put on a look of confusion.

"Big Brother, I don't see any spaceships!"

"How do you know they're almost here?"

At this, Vegeta first frowned, his eyes flickering for a moment before he explained: "This is aura... a technique for utilizing combat power that allows one to sense the presence and location of others."

"Since you don't know how to suppress or sense aura yet, we knew someone was coming before you even broke through the atmosphere!"

Upon hearing this, Tarble sighed with genuine admiration: "Wow, is there really such a powerful and practical technique?"

"That's amazing!"

Rix's eyes also sparkled, clearly very interested in this aura-manipulation technique.

When Son Gohan and the others heard Tarble's words, they couldn't help but let a faint, subtle smile touch their lips.

A sense of superiority welled up in their hearts.

This technique of controlling one's bodily energy at will was clearly not something everyone knew how to do.

Vegeta then instructed: "As long as you put your mind to it, this technique is easy to learn; it's not as powerful or complex as you imagine."

"You both know how to use energy blasts; just remember the feeling of drawing upon that energy, then exert control over it, and you will master it."

"Try it now—see if you can suppress your own combat power."

The reason he said this was to see exactly what kind of potential Tarble possessed.

Because the aura he sensed from Tarble was actually just as gentle as Son Goku's.

It was so gentle that it didn't seem like a Saiyan's at all!

Therefore, he speculated that Tarble's talent might be beyond imagination.

The reason he thought this way was, naturally, because of that bastard Kakarot.

Despite being a low-class warrior and a Saiyan, his personality, style of conduct, and temperament were completely unlike those of a typical Saiyan.

It was precisely because of Kakarot as a precedent that he held this thought.

Hearing this, Tarble feigned surprise and said: "Really?"

"Then I'll give it a try!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually condensed a pure white energy ball, then extinguished it.

Next, he closed his eyes, slowly condensed an energy ball in his hand again, and then snuffed it out.

He repeated this process two or three times before stopping.

Then, he began to slowly draw his aura inward, condensing it further and further.

In less than ten seconds, his aura had already dropped significantly.

If one were to use a scouter to detect him, they would find that his combat power was now exactly 1000.

Although he had successfully suppressed his ki, he continued to put on a show of pressing it down further.

Three seconds later, his ki had been suppressed to the absolute minimum.

The fluctuations in the strength of the aura radiating from his body drew the attention of all the Z Fighters present, leaving them visibly stunned.

At this moment, there was only one thought in their minds—

Holy crap!

This talent is heaven-defying!

Little did they know, it had actually taken Tarble a full eighteen minutes to learn it.

As for Rix, he hadn't been taught the technique, specifically for this very moment.

Having successfully suppressed his ki, Tarble suddenly opened his eyes and shouted with pleasant surprise, "Big Brother, I succeeded, didn't I?"

Hearing this, Vegeta snapped out of his daze, his look of astonishment tinged with a hint of gravity.

After giving him a careful once-over, he widened his eyes and gave an affirmative answer: "That's right, you succeeded!"

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he found it hard to believe.

"That's great, it wasn't even that hard!" Tarble immediately burst into laughter, then turned to look at Rix beside him and asked, "Rix, did you succeed?"

Originally, Tarble's exclamation had not only jolted Vegeta and the others from their shock but had also interrupted Rix's attempt.

Upon hearing that Tarble had actually mastered the trick of suppressing ki, he felt a mix of shock and genuine joy.

But hearing Tarble's question, a look of shame immediately appeared on his face.

Despite the embarrassment in his heart, he shook his head and said truthfully, "My apologies, Prince Tarble, this subordinate has not yet mastered it."

"Then use your scouter to check for me—what is my combat power now?" Tarble ordered, taking the opportunity to ease his embarrassment.

"Yes! Your Highness."

After Rix responded, he immediately tinkered with his scouter.

Beep, beep, beep!

As the mechanical beeping stopped, Rix immediately reported with delight, "Prince Tarble, your combat power is now only 5!"

"Amazing!"

"Combat power really can be controlled at will!"

"Your Highness, you are truly incredible to have mastered such a technique so quickly!"

His words were filled with admiration.

Hearing this flattery, Tarble's face beamed with a smile: "Haha, Big Brother Vegeta already said this technique is very simple.

If you practice with focus, Rix, you can do it too."

At this moment, Vegeta's eyes flickered, and he suddenly asked an unexpected question: "Tarble, if you don't suppress your combat power, what is it?"

"Me?" Tarble said without hesitation, "Two years ago, before we set off for Earth, we measured it once; my combat power had reached 30,000."

"Big Brother, what about you?"

"Oh, right, Rix's combat power is a bit lower than mine, only 15,000."

30,000 combat power?

Rix also has 15,000?

It's actually that high!

Hearing this, Vegeta's gaze instantly sharpened as he asked, "Have you done any training?"

"Your current combat power is much higher than the standard level of high-class warriors in the past."

Tarble spoke the truth: "Yes, while scouting for Earth's location, Rix and I engaged in nearly a year of sparring training."

"Before that, we rarely did any combat training; it was negligible."

"Oh, right, the gravity on that planet is about the same as it is here on Earth."

"After training for about a year, my combat power only increased by 29,000.

Big Brother, am I not suited for cultivation?"