Saiyan Pride Never Changes-A Good-for-Nothing Who Couldn't Transform

Cabba stepped forward and said politely to Vegeta:

"Um... please go easy on me."

"Hmph. What a waste of time."

Vegeta's brows knitted together, impatience written all over his face. He gave the floor a light stomp, and fine cracks spread across the arena.

As far as he was concerned, the battle had already begun. This pointless formality was a waste of time. The moment Cabba bowed, Vegeta had even gathered his ki, ready to slap the kid right out of the ring.

If he hadn't been mindful of Lin Fan watching from below, he wouldn't have let Cabba finish speaking.

Cabba seemed not to notice Vegeta's hostility. He took a deep breath, planted his feet shoulder-width apart, raised his fists before his chest, and lowered his stance slightly, assuming a standard fighting pose.

The moment he struck that pose, the Universe 7 stands erupted.

"Whoa! Isn't that Vegeta's usual fighting stance?"

Son Goku sprang to his feet, pointing at the arena and shouting in amazement,

"It's exactly the same! Even the angle of his fists and his stance are a perfect match. Is this kid deliberately copying Vegeta?"

Son Gohan nodded, looking just as astonished.

"He really does look just like him. It's almost as if Vegeta's shadow is fighting up there. Incredible."

Piccolo folded his arms, his eyes flickering slightly as he mused,

"Do you remember? Lord Whis said that Universe 7 and Universe 6 are twin universes, and many things exist in pairs."

He paused, then looked at Cabba in the arena.

"Perhaps this Cabba is the Universe 6 counterpart to Vegeta."

"My counterpart?"

Vegeta heard the spectators' discussion and curled his lips in a mocking smile.

"Him? As if he could ever measure up to me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Cabba suddenly sprang into action!

He pushed off with both legs and shot toward Vegeta like an arrow loosed from a bow, his fist whistling through the air as it aimed straight for Vegeta's face.

The punch wasn't slow, and it packed far more force than an ordinary fighter's, but to Vegeta, it moved at a snail's pace.

Without even lifting an eyelid, Vegeta reached out with his right hand and casually caught Cabba's fist.

A faint crack rang out. Cabba felt as if his fist had struck a steel plate. His bones nearly cracked from the impact, and a tremendous force shot up his arm, leaving it completely numb.

"Is that all you've got?"

Vegeta gripped Cabba's fist, disappointment practically spilling from his eyes.

"You're even weaker than those two brats, Goten and Trunks. And you dare come into the ring to embarrass yourself?"

With that, he gave his wrist a slight flick.

Cabba flew away like a rag doll, arcing through the air before crashing hard into the arena's barrier with a dull thud.

"Cough, cough!"

Cabba clutched his chest and coughed twice, pain etched across his face. But he didn't back down. He struggled to his feet, his gaze growing even more resolute.

He took a deep breath and charged at Vegeta again, moving considerably faster this time.

"The same move again?"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, his disdain deepening as he prepared to do the same thing again.

But just as Cabba's fist was about to connect, his body suddenly accelerated. He blurred past Vegeta and appeared behind him, his fist swinging toward Vegeta's back.

"Oh? Now that's interesting."

Vegeta's lips curved slightly, but he showed no sign of panic.

Cabba's fist slammed down, passing straight through Vegeta and hitting nothing but air.

It was only an afterimage Vegeta had left behind!

"What?"

Cabba's pupils shrank. Shock surged through him, and before he could react, a powerful force struck him from behind.

Vegeta had already moved behind him. He raised a leg and kicked Cabba hard in the lower back.

"Bang!"

The kick sent Cabba pitching forward, his body flying helplessly toward the edge of the arena.

"Oh no! He's going to fall!"

Someone in the Universe 6 stands cried out in alarm.

Cabba realized the danger too. He gritted his teeth and endured the agony in his lower back, then slammed both hands onto the arena floor. Using the force of the impact, he flipped through the air and landed safely at the edge of the ring, just one step away from falling.

He panted heavily, sweat soaking his back as he stared at Vegeta in shock.

Vegeta hadn't even used his full strength in those two attacks, yet Cabba had been utterly helpless against him. The gap between them was as vast as the sky.

Vegeta walked slowly toward Cabba, contempt written all over his face.

"That's all you can do? You can't even turn into a Super Saiyan, yet you call yourself a Saiyan?"

He stopped and folded his arms.

"Quit holding back and transform already. Otherwise, this match will be too boring."

"Super Saiyan?"

Cabba froze, his face clouding with confusion.

"I... I don't know how to turn into a Super Saiyan."

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire arena fell silent.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Vegeta stared at him as if he'd just heard the biggest joke in the world.

"You're a Saiyan, and you can't turn into a Super Saiyan? Are you kidding me?"

In the Universe 7 stands, Son Goku looked just as incredulous.

"No way! How can a Saiyan not turn into a Super Saiyan? Are the Saiyans in Universe 6 different from us?"

Son Gohan shook his head.

"That shouldn't be possible. Saiyans all have the same potential. They should be able to transform if they have enough anger or the right trigger."

Lin Fan leaned back in his seat and narrowed his eyes slightly without saying a word, as if he'd known this would happen.

Cabba clenched his fists until his nails nearly dug into his palms. He lowered his head, his voice thick with emotion.

"I really can't... The Saiyans of Universe 6 gave up fighting long ago and began living in peace. No one knows how to turn into a Super Saiyan anymore."

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of longing, and bowed deeply to Vegeta.

"Vegeta, please teach me how to turn into a Super Saiyan! I want to grow stronger. I want to protect my planet and the people around me!"

"What did you say?"

Vegeta's face instantly turned ashen. The ki inside him burst out of control, golden flames soaring into the sky and distorting the air around the arena.

"You're asking your opponent for guidance in the middle of a match? You good-for-nothing! You've disgraced the Saiyan name!"

Saiyan pride was what Vegeta valued most. In his eyes, Cabba's behavior was a desecration of what it meant to be a Saiyan.

"I won't let you say that!"

Cabba raised his head, a stubborn glint in his eyes.

"I just want to grow stronger. What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong? You're wrong for calling yourself a Saiyan while acting like such a coward!"

Vegeta roared, vanishing from where he stood.

Before Cabba could react, a powerful aura surged toward him. A moment later, pain exploded in his abdomen.

"Urgh!"

Vegeta's fist slammed into Cabba's stomach, and Cabba spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body folded like a shrimp, his face twisted in agony, and his knees buckled as he dropped before Vegeta.

In the Universe 6 stands, Caulifla watched Cabba in the arena without a trace of concern. Instead, her eyes shone with excitement.

"Super Saiyan? So that's the power of a Super Saiyan! That's amazing!"

She planted her hands on her hips, a smile curling her lips.

"When it's my turn, I'm definitely going to make that Vegeta teach me how to transform!"

Champa's face had turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly. He couldn't have felt more frustrated.

He'd thought Cabba was a genius from Universe 6, but the gap between him and Vegeta was astonishing. He couldn't even turn into a Super Saiyan. He was nothing but a good-for-nothing.

"Who said you could kneel?"

Vegeta's eyes were cold as he grabbed Cabba by the hair and hauled him to his feet.

Cabba grimaced in pain but didn't dare struggle. He could only let Vegeta do as he pleased.

"There's no begging for mercy or kneeling in a Saiyan's vocabulary!"

Vegeta roared and flung Cabba into the air with a powerful swing of his arm.

Cabba's body traced an arc through the air. Before he could hit the ground, Vegeta leaped after him.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Vegeta's fists and feet rained down on Cabba, one heavy blow after another.

Cabba's cries of pain echoed throughout the arena. Blood poured from his mouth, staining his collar and dripping onto the ring, where it formed glaring crimson patches.