Eating a fruit to fly is the most suitable cultivation method

Vegeta was arrogant beyond measure. After disposing of the fleeting Ginyu Force, he flew toward the spaceship at an even greater speed.

Gohan and Krillin looked at the scattered limbs and severed arms on the ground, feeling a bit nauseated.

However, before Son Goku arrived, the stronger Vegeta was, the more their safety would be guaranteed; this was, in fact, a good thing.

"BOOM!!"

While Gohan and Krillin were still in flight, Vegeta had already encountered Slug in the distance.

Although Vegeta felt a momentary flash of doubt the moment he saw Slug, he recognized Zarbon.

The Zarbon before him was serving Slug with utmost respect, holding a tray in one hand with red wine in a stemmed glass, while a white towel hung over his other arm.

This...

He was dressed exactly like a waiter!

Slug was quite satisfied with Zarbon's service; he was currently in need of loyal subordinates.

It just so happened that this Zarbon had been discarded by Frieza, and Slug felt that as long as he appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him, winning Zarbon over would be a simple matter.

And so, the moment Vegeta charged toward Zarbon, Slug made his move.

As a genius-level Super Namekian, controlling his own ki was a simple task.

Seeing that Vegeta only had a combat power of a mere 300,000, he couldn't be bothered to exert his full strength; having aged once, he was particularly focused on preserving his health.

He mobilized only 1,000,000 in combat power and, as if swatting a fly, slapped Vegeta across the head.

Then, as Vegeta was smashed into the ground, a thunderous roar echoed out.

One moment Vegeta had been full of high spirits, and the next, he was slapped into a daze by Slug.

The gap in strength was too vast; just as he had easily killed the Ginyu Force earlier, he could be just as easily killed by Slug.

That he wasn't slapped to death instantly was entirely due to the benefits of Vegeta's Saiyan physiology.

However, Vegeta had lost all ability to fight, and the fact that he hadn't fallen unconscious was already a surprise to Slug.

"Mr. Zarbon, that Saiyan monkey is the traitor under King Frieza, isn't he? Go and finish him off!"

"Yes, honorable Lord Slug!"

Clenching one fist against his chest, Zarbon bowed to Slug, signaling his respect.

"HA!"

With a light shout, a white wave of ki erupted around Zarbon. Before the appearance of Super Saiyans, white ki was the most common color, and the size of the wave represented the strength of the fighter.

Zarbon, with his combat power of 21,000, charged toward Vegeta at high speed. He held a deep grudge against Vegeta; it was precisely because of Vegeta's actions that he had ended up abandoned by King Frieza.

Arriving above Vegeta, Zarbon bent his knees and drove them down toward Vegeta's chest, intending to land a brutal blow.

Zarbon's descent was incredibly fast, but Vegeta could only watch helplessly. At this moment, he couldn't muster a shred of ki; he was in a state of zero defense, and taking a hit like this would likely mean his end.

Just at this critical juncture, Gohan arrived first. After having his potential unlocked, his combat power had reached 20,000, not much weaker than Zarbon.

Seeing Vegeta's miserable state, Gohan, who had been traveling at full throttle, didn't have time to think; he delivered a side kick straight at Zarbon.

Because his scouter had been destroyed, Zarbon hadn't noticed Gohan's arrival at all. By the time he saw his opponent, he had already been kicked away by a pair of small feet.

Rumble...

Zarbon's luck was no better than Vegeta's; he crashed into a hillside, kicking up a sky full of dust.

"SOLAR FLARE!!"

Krillin, whose combat power was slightly lower, arrived a step after Gohan. Upon sensing Slug's powerful and evil aura, he immediately unleashed his ultimate escape technique.

"Gohan, run!"

Krillin grabbed one of Vegeta's legs with one hand and, without even glancing at Slug's side, fled toward the northwest at top speed.

Not far away, two figures were slowly flying toward them.

One of them was Frieza, who had just killed King Cold upon his appearance and had dragged Slug out to act as a scapegoat.

That smooth body, those graceful lines, and those scarlet pupils all proved he was a natural-born villain.

However, beside him was a woman flying unsteadily; she was shielding her eyes with one hand, struggling to keep up.

This woman was Bulma. Frieza had taught her how to fly, though it had cost him quite a bit of time.

It had actually caused him to miss the battle between the Ginyu Force and Vegeta!

As Bulma flew, she shouted at the top of her lungs, as if she feared the wind would drown out her voice.

"Mr. Frieza, that bright flash just now looked like Krillin's Solar Flare, and it sounded like him too!"

Frieza kept his hands behind his back, effortlessly maintaining the same speed as Bulma.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho~ Ms. Bulma, you are quite right. A little bald man and a child did indeed appear on the battlefield just now, and they even rescued the heavily wounded Vegeta."

Every time she heard that wretched laugh, Bulma felt goosebumps rise all over her body, yet she dared not question him, let alone criticize the sound.

Wait, what news had she just heard?

"What did you say? Krillin and the others are with Vegeta? Huh, isn't Vegeta your subordinate?"

Although Bulma represented the ceiling of intelligence in the Dragon Ball World, she was still a bit confused about what had gone wrong here.

Vegeta was a ruthless man who had wreaked havoc on Earth; Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Piccolo had all been killed by him!

Vegeta: Don't talk nonsense, Nappa killed all of them! I didn't kill a single person! I won't take the blame for this!

At the mere thought of Yamcha, tears welled up in Bulma's eyes.

It was mainly because the dust blowing in from the distance had gotten into the eyes of Bulma, who was not yet accustomed to flying.

Of course, Bulma still liked Yamcha very much at this time; after all, she had yet to discover just how much of a playboy he was.

"It should be a strategic alliance. After all, my subordinates are collecting Dragon Balls, and you are collecting them too. Isn't it said that the enemy of an enemy is a friend?"

Bulma's mouth twitched; she truly could not understand how this man, who possessed such gentlemanly manners, had become the Emperor of the Universe.

And an infamous, great devil at that.

It must be that King Cold had dumped all the blame onto his own son; such a person deserved to die.

Mm-hmm, it must be exactly like that.

Since Frieza could destroy his own kin for the sake of righteousness, he must be on the side of justice.

Otherwise, why would he feed her such a wonderful fruit and even teach her how to fly in the sky?

Speaking of which, she also wanted to fly in the sky like Son Goku and the others, but as soon as she thought of their training methods, she gave up immediately.

Frieza understood her better; eating a single fruit fulfilled her wish, which was simply perfect for her.

Just then, the dust and smoke dissipated, and as Bulma's vision cleared, she was astonished to see a meteor descending rapidly from the sky.