"Whoosh!"
Son Goku passed Instant Transmission and accurately landed less than two meters away from Vegeta.
At this moment, Vegeta and Broly were sitting in front of the long table in the palace restaurant. The table was piled with a variety of barbecued meats and desserts, and the two of them were quite engaged in eating.
As for the challenge agreement casually made at the snack street three days ago, Vegeta had long forgotten about it.
In his eyes, that little fool Kakarot who Combat Power only has 100 is not worth his time to take seriously.
The target he wanted to surpass the most was Broly sitting opposite him, holding a whole roasted animal leg and munching on it.
Surpassing Broly and becoming the strongest Saiyan in the eyes of Reiz is the only motivation for Vegeta to practice hard every day.
Seeing Son Goku appear in front of him out of thin air without warning, Vegeta stopped chewing on the spot.
Broly also stopped stuffing meat into his mouth, and the four eyes of the two of them fell on the little black-haired boy who was punched by Vegeta three days ago.
"Instant Transmission! How could you Instant Transmission?" Vegeta's pupils shrank violently.
"Okay, Vegeta, you actually know Instant Transmission! This saves me the trouble of explaining it to you." Son Goku raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, showing a bright smile.
When Vegeta jumped down from the dining table, the soles of his shoes hit the smooth stone floor with a dull sound.
He folded his arms in front of his chest, raised his chin up out of habit, and glanced casually at the black-haired boy at the door who was half a head shorter than him, with a hint of contempt in the corners of his mouth that he was too lazy to hide.
"What? Kakarot, what are you doing here? Do you want to challenge me?" Vegeta sneered, the tail end of which was lazily drawn out.
In his eyes, Kakarot has always been just a low-level soldier Combat Power who has just turned 100.
Three days ago on that snack street, he could punch someone until they fell to the ground and rolled their eyes.
What can you accomplish in three days?
Ten thousand or twenty thousand?
Even if he really trained her to 50,000 yuan, it would only be an extra punch in front of his 3 million Combat Power.
Son Goku stood at the door, grinning, with his hands on his waist, as if he had just discovered some interesting toy.
"Of course I'm here to challenge you, so I can get familiar with my body." Son Goku said casually, but there was a seriousness that was completely inconsistent with his age hidden under his eyes.
He raised one hand and turned it over in front of his eyes. His fingers opened and clenched tightly, as if he was feeling the tightening of every tendon in this young body.
He really needs a tough fight.
The hard-tempered body in GT World was replaced by this immature body that had just turned four years old. The density of bones and muscles were not right, and the passage for breath circulation was much narrower than in memory.
No matter how much you practice behind closed doors, it can't be as exciting as a real fight with real swords and guns.
Vegeta's arrogance and strength are just the most suitable test stone for him.
"You are not overestimating your capabilities!" Vegeta snorted from his nasal cavity, tilted his eyes half an inch to the side, and gave Son Goku a complete eye roll, "Since you want to be tortured, then I will do what you want."
He spoke clearly, but his toes had already turned half a circle on the stone floor, his body's center of gravity sank slightly, and he looked ready to take action at any time.
Son Goku did not rush into a fighting stance, but looked around.
The palace's restaurant is indeed spacious, with the hall alone covering an area of more than 300 square meters. Several energy lamps are hung on the dome, illuminating the alloy sidings with reliefs on the four walls.
However, no matter how spacious it is, it cannot withstand two three-million-level warriors fighting inside.
His body has not yet been fully adjusted, and his control of strength is as rough as sandpaper. If he fails to control it, even the walls of this exquisitely decorated hall may not be able to be protected.
"Let's move to another place. I'm afraid I might accidentally lose control and mess up this place." Son Goku scratched the back of his head and laughed twice.
Vegeta raised his eyebrows and lowered the corners of his mouth, obviously impatient.
He didn't take this so-called challenge seriously in the first place, he just wanted to slap the person unconscious.
But this guy is still picky and wants to change the venue?
He was about to open his mouth to sarcastically, but suddenly stopped.
The released breath sensor was like a probe, lightly touching his brain, and immediately brought back a reading that made his eyelids jump suddenly.
Kakarot's Combat Power is not a hundred, nor a thousand.
Vegeta's gaze lingered on Son Goku's face for half a beat, and his brows tightened even more.
But he quickly suppressed that surprise.
Even if this kid earns tens of thousands or even one hundred thousand through training, it still won't be enough in front of his three million.
Reiz So what if you are optimistic about him?
No matter how talented the seedling is, it will take time.
"Broly, how much is your Combat Power now?" Vegeta suddenly turned his head, took his eyes away from Son Goku, and landed on the table next to him that was piled with meat and bones.
Broly was holding a whole roasted animal leg, and the oily sauce dripped down between his fingers, forming a thin line on his wrist and dripping on the table.
He took a bite, his cheeks bulged as if they were stuffed with balls, and he mumbled vaguely, "I don't know."
Vegeta The corners of his mouth twitched and he was too lazy to ask further questions.
He turned his face to Son Goku again, stretched out his index finger and pointed at the black-haired boy, and raised his chin. "Kakarot, I will let you know now, how big the gap is between you and me."
The moment the last word came out of his mouth, a circle of fine air patterns exploded on the stone slab under his feet, and the whole person turned into an afterimage and disappeared from the original place.
Before the air had time to fill the vacancy he vacated, Vegeta was already standing less than an arm's length behind Son Goku.
The five fingers of his right hand were pressed together, and the edge of his palm was stretched like a steel blade, wrapped in a thin and sharp layer of golden aura, and slashed towards the back of Son Goku's neck.
The speed of this hand knife was as fast as the afterimage of a whip whip, and even the sound of the wind could not keep up with the rhythm of his wrist falling.
He had no intention of giving his opponent time to react. He just wanted to knock him down with one blow so that he could go back to chewing on the unfinished piece of ribs.
However, Son Goku's shoulder had already moved three inches to the left before his palm touched the back of his neck.
The amplitude was so small that it was almost impossible to dodge, and the body's center of gravity did not even move. It just happened to allow the edge of Vegeta's palm to slide through the empty space beside the ear.
"Crack!"
Son Goku's right palm was like a gust of wind sneaking close to the ground, passing through Vegeta's armpit, which was unable to close enough, and hit the lower part of the back of the neck accurately with the palm of the hand.
The force is not heavy, but it is as crisp as a whip hitting the taut leather surface.
Vegeta's eyes flashed suddenly, his body lost balance, and he fell face down on the stone slab with a muffled sound.
Son Goku closed his palms, stood up straight, and looked down at Vegeta lying in front of his feet with a smile.