"What's the matter? Did you learn some kind of miraculous healing technique? No wonder Dodoria and Cui haven't been heard from! You two must have taken them out, right?"
"Vegeta, that recovery went pretty well. Your Combat Power shot straight up to 80,000!" Reiz ignored Ginyu and looked at Vegeta with admiration.
"Y-You said what?" Ginyu's pupils shrank slightly. He hurriedly perked up his ears, his face full of astonishment.
80,000?
Vegeta's Combat Power had already reached 80,000?
"80,000?" Vegeta was thrilled too, his eyes lighting up. "No wonder I felt like my Combat Power had doubled!"
"Combat Power of 80,000!" Ginyu was stunned, finding it almost unbelievable. His brows knitted tightly, and his expression turned grave.
"Ginyu, aren't you supposed to know a lot about us Saiyans? Don't you know that when Saiyans recover from near-fatal injuries, our Combat Power increases dramatically?" Vegeta grew smug again, the corners of his mouth lifting into an ever brighter grin.
"So that's it! I understand!" Ginyu realized what had happened. His face darkened further, and he fixed Vegeta with a complicated look. "You deliberately let yourself get badly injured, then had Reiz heal you! That way, you could keep increasing your Combat Power—from 15,000 at first to 80,000 now!"
"Hmph, you got it!" Vegeta grinned even more broadly, his chin held high. "But take that answer with you to the next world!"
As he spoke, Vegeta charged straight toward Ginyu.
He was astonishingly fast, leaving a golden afterimage in the air.
Reiz covered his face with his hand.
Linoshi's expression shifted almost imperceptibly too, a trace of helplessness flashing in her blue eyes.
Prince Vegeta, your Combat Power still isn't enough to beat him!
Why provoke someone with a higher Combat Power than yours?
Reiz was speechless too.
Perhaps that was just