"Despicable?"
Vegeta could not hold back any longer. He took a step forward and pointed at King Cold as he cursed.
"Cut the bullshit! That was a fair and open duel! Your son was killed because he was inferior! That only proves they were trash!!"
"And you..."
Purple energy flared around Vegeta, his fighting spirit surging.
"You'll follow in their footsteps too!!"
"This prince will use your blood to honor the fallen souls of the Saiyans!!"
As he spoke, Vegeta was about to charge forward.
"Wait!"
At that moment, the red-haired youth suddenly reached out and stopped Vegeta.
"What are you doing?!"
Vegeta flew into a rage.
"You want to die too?!"
The youth ignored Vegeta's fury. Instead, he turned around and looked at Sun Wuxiu and Son Goku behind him.
"Mr. Wuxiu, Mr. Goku."
The youth's gaze became exceptionally resolute—the gaze of a warrior carrying a heavy mission.
"I know all of you are strong. Taking care of this guy would be easy for you."
"But... could you leave this opponent to me?"
"I want to personally put an end to this evil."
"And... after I deal with him, there's something very, very important I need to tell the two of you privately."
The youth's request was sincere, yet unwavering.
"What kind of joke is this?!"
Vegeta was furious.
"You little brat who came out of nowhere, and you dare steal this prince's prey?! Get lost!!"
He had finally trained his normal battle power to several million and had been worrying about where to show it off. How could he possibly give the chance to this pretty boy?
Maybe he could use this battle as an opportunity to become the second person to successfully transform into a Super Saiyan.
However.
"Let him go."
Sun Wuxiu's voice rang out at