First Encounter with Vegeta

After a long while, the dust finally settled.

Two enormous meteor craters appeared before everyone.

At the center of those deep pits, two white spherical spacecraft were steaming as their hatches slowly opened.

"Click—"

Two figures slowly floated out of the ships.

They slowly descended to the ground.

The one in front was a burly bald man with two thick downward-slanting mustaches.

He wore the distinctive Saiyan battle armor, a cruel smile on his face.

That was Nappa.

Behind him stood a short man with upright hair, his arms folded over his chest and his face cold and arrogant.

He was the Saiyan Prince—Vegeta.

"Hmph, they really are all here."

Nappa tapped his scouter, swept his gaze over the distant Dragon Team, and immediately let out a piercing laugh.

"Hahahaha! Vegeta, look! This bunch of trash!"

"Power level 5? Power level 10? Even the strongest one only has a few hundred points?"

Nappa pointed at Goku and the others, laughing so hard that tears nearly came out.

"How did that piece of trash Raditz even lose? He got killed by scum with power levels like these? What a disgrace to the Saiyans!"

However, Vegeta did not laugh.

His expression was frighteningly grim as he coldly glanced at Nappa.

"Idiot."

"Take off that useless scouter."

"Uh? Vegeta?" Nappa froze.

"Can't you tell?" Vegeta snorted. "These Earthlings can freely control their power levels."

"The numbers you see are merely the appearance they want you to see. If you really trust those numbers and charge in, the one who dies will definitely be you."

Nappa was startled by those words and hurriedly looked everyone over again. Sure enough, he found not the slightest fear in their eyes.

"Tch... so they're a bunch of bastards who like playing weak to lure in the strong." Nappa spat irritably.

Vegeta ignored Nappa. His sinister eyes swept back and forth through the crowd as though searching for something.

At last.

His gaze passed over everyone and landed on a black-haired man standing with his hands in his pockets, looking as though he were watching a show.

At that instant, the air around Vegeta seemed to freeze solid.

Endless killing intent erupted like something tangible, plunging the surrounding temperature below zero.

"Found you..."

Vegeta's lips curled into an incomparably cruel arc, his teeth grinding together.

"You piece of trash who dared insult this prince..."

He slowly took several steps forward, staring fixedly at Sun Wuxiu.

"Kaxiu."

Vegeta's voice was hoarse and low, like a vicious ghost crawling out of Hell.

"Long time no see. Is your tongue still there? I thought you would've been so frightened that you tore it out and killed yourself."

Faced with Vegeta's terrifying pressure, enough to scare an ordinary person to death, Sun Wuxiu merely shrugged. He even reached over to straighten Bulma's bangs, which had been tousled by the wind.

"Well, if it isn't our Prince Tragedy-ta."

Sun Wuxiu turned his head, wearing that infuriating smile.

"What's wrong? After being Frieza's dog for a few days, have you already forgotten what species you are? Do you start yapping whenever you see someone now?"

"..."

Nappa sucked in a sharp breath.

This guy... dared speak to Vegeta like that?! Did he really have no regard for his life?!

"Heh... hehehe... hahahaha!!!"

Vegeta suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his laughter manic and violent.

It was the laugh of someone driven beyond fury.

"Good! Very good! Excellent!!"

Vegeta abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes becoming incomparably savage.

"I was originally planning to give you a quick death."

"But now... I've changed my mind."

Vegeta raised a finger and pointed at everyone present one by one—Goku, Gohan, Krillin, Piccolo, Bulma...

"I'll tear the people around you to pieces, one after another."

"I'll make you watch their guts spill out and listen to their screams."

"Once everyone is dead, once you're kneeling on the ground begging me..."

Vegeta licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

"Then I'll rip apart that filthy mouth of yours and crush every bone in your body one by one!!"

"I'll let you know that the consequences of angering the Saiyan Prince are ten thousand times more terrifying than death!!"

BOOM!!!

Along with Vegeta's roar, a terrifying aura powerful enough to split the earth surged into the sky!

Nappa also grinned viciously and rolled his neck, unleashing all 4,000 points of his power.

"Let's start with that little brat!" Nappa set his sights on Gohan.

"Goku."

Sun Wuxiu's smile faded as he called out calmly.

"Here!"

Goku stepped forward, standing in front of everyone as his aura began to rise steadily.

"Looks like there's nothing left to say."

Sun Wuxiu glanced at Vegeta, his eyes cold.

"Since you want to play, we'll play along."

"But the ones who end up crying and begging for mercy..."

"May not be us."

Sand and dust swirled wildly.

A great battle was on the verge of erupting.

The fierce wind carried grains of sand as it howled around the meteor craters where Nappa and Vegeta had landed.

Nappa rolled his thick neck, producing a tooth-grating series of cracks.

A savage smile covered his fleshy face.

The seed he had been holding—a Saibaman seed—spun around his fingertips several times, but he did not plant it as he had in the original story.

"Heh heh, Vegeta."

Nappa casually crushed those precious Saibaman seeds into powder and scattered them into the wind.

"Let's save these little toys. Seeing these Earthlings acting like they don't know what death is, my fists have been itching for a long time."

"If we're going to play, then let me have some fun with them myself!"

Vegeta stood with his arms folded, coldly watching the scene without stopping him.

His gaze remained vaguely fixed on Sun Wuxiu. He could not muster even the slightest interest in the other so-called Earth fighters.

"Do as you like, Nappa."

Vegeta spoke flatly. "Just don't play for too long. Leave that piece of trash alive for me. As for the rest... kill them all."

"Understood!"

Nappa gave a vicious grin and stepped forward like a bulldozer.

Thud!

The earth itself seemed to tremble beneath that step.

Nappa's murderous eyes swept over the crowd before finally, unsurprisingly, settling on Piccolo, who wore a Demon Clan martial arts uniform and had dark green skin.

"Hm? Wait..."

As if he had discovered a whole new world, Nappa's eyes widened. He pointed at Piccolo and shouted:

"Vegeta! Look! This guy... this green-skinned guy!"

"That skin color, those antennae..."

Nappa rubbed his bald head, his face full of disbelief. "Isn't he a Namekian?!"

"A Namekian?"

Upon hearing that word, not only did Piccolo freeze, but even Vegeta behind him raised an eyebrow and turned his attention over.

"Oh? Indeed."

Vegeta examined Piccolo carefully, surprise flashing through his eyes.

"I never expected a Namekian to have survived on a garbage planet at the edge of space like this. I thought their race had long since died out from climate changes or invading enemies."

"What... is that?"

Piccolo's entire body stiffened as he stared at Nappa, a raging storm already rising within his heart.