Hearing Tarble's words, Krillin and the others all rolled their eyes without thinking.
Listen to that!
Just listen!
Was that even something a normal person would say?
He'd trained for another year, and his power level had only increased by 29,000...
Maybe he should stop and think about what he was saying!
Before Vegeta arrived, they'd trained for a year and increased their power levels by only one or two thousand.
His power level had risen by 29,000, and he was still unsatisfied?
Good grief!
The Saiyans' training talent was so freakish, it was enough to make anyone envious and jealous!
Son Gohan and Piccolo were just as shocked by Tarble's words. They were so stunned that they even used telepathy.
Uncle Piccolo, Uncle Tarble's talent may be much greater than Dad's, Uncle Vegeta's, and mine.
But if his talent is that strong, why has Uncle Vegeta never mentioned him?
Gohan, there's a good chance his talent is even greater than yours and the others'!
But don't let him intimidate you.
No matter how great someone's talent is, it still takes time to train and improve.
A power level of 30,000 isn't much to speak of.
Still, judging by Vegeta's reaction, he probably didn't know Tarble had such incredible talent either.
If my guess is right, based on how the Saiyans used to do things, Tarble's power level at birth probably wasn't high.
At the very least, it wouldn't have been higher than Vegeta's.
He may even have been the same rank as your father.
Yes, Uncle Vegeta looks surprised too.
Uncle Piccolo, your guess is probably right.
When Vegeta heard Tarble's question, the corner of his mouth twitched.
But the surprise in his eyes grew even more pronounced.
Kakarot was a Low-Class Warrior too. When he and Raditz killed each other, his power level had only been in the hundreds.
Later, he trained with North Kai for a year and could only raise his power level to around 8,000.
Most importantly, King Kai's Planet had ten times Earth's gravity.
But Tarble had trained for just one year in an environment with the same gravity as Earth, and he'd gained nearly 30,000 in power!
Did that mean Tarble was even more gifted than Son Goku?!!
If that training speed didn't count as being suited to train, then what did that make him and Son Goku?
After the shock came delight.
The Saiyans with royal blood really were the strongest!
At that thought, Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
He couldn't help uncrossing his arms and placing one hand on Tarble's shoulder.
"Don't worry. Your talent may be even greater than you think!"
But the next second, he realized that gesture didn't suit his aloof image, and quickly pulled his hand away.
He'd always hoped he could surpass Son Goku, but he'd never managed it.
Now, seeing that Tarble might be even more talented, he saw hope of finally overtaking Son Goku.
He was so determined to surpass Son Goku not only to prove that he was stronger, but also to prove that royal Saiyan blood was superior to that of ordinary Saiyans.
Unfortunately, he'd never managed to do it.
That was why he rarely brought up his identity as the Saiyan Prince anymore.
It wasn't that he didn't want to. It was just that he was always weaker than Son Goku. If he kept going around calling himself the Saiyan Prince, he'd only feel ashamed.
"No, no. I'm just a Low-Class Warrior. Big Brother is the most talented Saiyan warrior!"
Tarble meant what he said.
Without the double training effect, he wouldn't have been able to raise his power level by so much in just one year.
At that, the corner of Vegeta's mouth twitched. His expression darkened, and he didn't reply.
The words "the most talented Saiyan warrior" had hit a nerve.
Seeing that, Tarble pretended not to notice. He glanced at Son Gohan and the others, then asked with feigned puzzlement, "Big Brother, are they all your subordinates?"
Son Gohan remained relatively calm, and even had a faint smile on his face.
But the others were different.
Piccolo and the rest had all been killed once by Nappa.
Vegeta hadn't killed them himself, but if Nappa hadn't been there, Vegeta would have killed them without hesitation.
So when they heard Tarble's question, they gritted their teeth, their sharp, hateful gazes sweeping toward Vegeta.
They all wanted to see what he would say.
Vegeta frowned, his eyes quickly passing over Piccolo and the others. After a brief silence, he said, "They're not my subordinates. Even if I wanted to take them on, they wouldn't agree."
"Our relationship is complicated. It'd take too long to explain."
"But for now, I suppose we're on the same side."
"Of course, if they want to oppose me, they're welcome to try!"
The first part had been fine, but that last sentence made Piccolo and the others grit their teeth in secret.
If they'd been strong enough, they would have loved to beat Vegeta to a pulp.
Unfortunately, they weren't.
Tarble's eyes shifted, and he smiled. "Then you're friends!"
Without giving them a chance to object, he turned to Son Gohan and the others and greeted them all.
"Hello, I'm Tarble, Vegeta's younger brother."
"It's nice to meet you. I hope we'll get along."
As the saying went, no one hit a smiling face.
Piccolo and the others were surprised by Tarble's politeness, but they all returned his greeting.
"Hello, Uncle Tarble. I'm Son Gohan."
"Hello, I'm Piccolo."
When Rix saw Tarble greeting everyone, he took the initiative to briefly introduce himself too.
In less than three minutes, they'd gotten to know each other a little.
Less than ten seconds after they finished exchanging pleasantries, the pursuers' spaceships arrived.
The ships were spherical too, and there were only two of them.
Rumble!
The two spaceships landed successfully, each smashing a crater into the ground.
Before long, two strange creatures, one red and one blue, flew out of the craters.
From their appearance, Tarble recognized them as the two who had hunted him in the original story.
At the same time, he secretly activated the Insight Eye that came with his cheat.
"Target: Abo
Race: Buff Clan
Power level: 8,000,000"
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"Target: Kado
Race: Buff Clan
Power level: 7,000,000"
The Buff Clan?
Red and blue buffs?
The names were pretty fitting!
Tarble grumbled inwardly.
Still, their power levels were indeed impressive.
No wonder they had the nerve to try to replace Frieza. They were clearly much stronger than Frieza's publicly known power level of 530,000.
He wondered how strong they'd become after fusing!
While Tarble sized up Abo and Kado, they were observing the group as well.
At a glance, they spotted Tarble and Rix in their Battle Suits, along with the Z Fighters behind them.
Despite seeing how outnumbered they were, they didn't panic at all.
Instead, they activated their Scouters to measure everyone's power levels.
As soon as the beeping stopped, they burst into brazen laughter, their eyes full of scorn and disdain.
"Hahaha, Tarble, my brother and I thank you for helping us find all the Saiyans!"
"As a token of our gratitude, we'll send you all straight to hell!"
"Are you ready to die?"
Faced with their provocation, Tarble and the Z Fighters remained perfectly composed.
Vegeta, Son Gohan, and Piccolo were especially unfazed.
When they sensed how weak the enemy's energy was, they didn't even feel like fighting.
Still, since the two had come after Tarble, Vegeta wasn't about to do nothing. He sneered, "Hmph, you two pieces of trash dare to hunt us Saiyans?!"
"Gohan, you deal with these two."
"If you don't move soon, you'll be completely useless."
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