An urgent, furious, and somewhat aggrieved roar suddenly came from afar.
Vegeta charged over like a whirlwind, staring fixedly at Sun Wuxiu.
His face, usually filled with pride, was now written all over with anxious impatience: I want to know, but I refuse to ask.
"You... you bastard!"
Vegeta pointed at Sun Wuxiu, his finger trembling.
"Y-you... what you said just now... was it true?"
"What secret? What S-Cells?!"
"Did you deliberately stop halfway just to whet this prince's appetite?!"
Watching Vegeta fly into a rage, Sun Wuxiu spread his hands with an innocent look.
"Did I? I was talking to my little brother, not you."
"Besides, didn't you say you didn't want to come with us? Weren't you going to stay here and live like some wild man surviving on a deserted island?"
"Since that's the case, stay here and slowly contemplate life. We Earthlings are going home to throw a party."
"Goodbye, Prince Tragedy-ta."
As he spoke, Sun Wuxiu's ki began to surge, as though he would vanish the next instant.
"Y-you... bastard!!!"
Vegeta panicked.
He really panicked.
For a Saiyan who valued becoming stronger more than life itself, nothing was more tempting than "the secret to transforming into a Super Saiyan."
Especially after witnessing Sun Wuxiu's earth-shattering power firsthand, his desire to grow stronger had burned to its peak.
If he did not uncover that secret, he felt he might suffocate to death from frustration!
"Who... who said I wasn't leaving?!"
Vegeta roared through gritted teeth, his face and neck flushed red.
"This prince... this prince was merely observing the terrain! That's right, observing the terrain!"
"Since that secret is on Earth... then naturally this prince must go to Earth... to conquer it! That's right! I'm going to conquer Earth! It's not because I want to hear