Dragon Ball: Martial Glory Over Heaven and Earth

The High-Class Saiyan glanced at Paranti in surprise before asking, "Prince Vegeta, are you all right?"

"Cough, cough!" Vegeta coughed up bitter fluid streaked with blood, glaring fiercely at Paranti as he slowly shook his head.

A strange look flashed through the adult Saiyan's eyes. He looked up at the Xuesaiya sisters, who had calmly walked over to Paranti's side, and shouted coldly, "Xueseli, how dare you let your daughter attack Prince Vegeta!"

Xueseli's eyes turned cold at his words. "Since Prince Vegeta made the first move, he deserved to get beaten by Paranti if he wasn't strong enough!"

"You..." The adult Saiyan with the grass-nest hairdo grew angry, yet he did not know how to refute her.

Vegeta had struck first, yet he had been unable to defeat that little girl. Even if this matter reached King Vegeta's ears, he would at most let out a sigh.

After all, Paranti had not tried to kill him. Though Vegeta had been beaten badly, his injuries were not too severe!

Just as the High-Class Saiyan was left speechless and intended to let the matter go, leaving King Vegeta to decide it himself, another twist arose.

"Mom, that guy sneak-attacked me with a punch. Help me punch him too!" Paranti tilted up her little face and coquettishly pleaded with Xueseli.

"Fine!" Xueseli agreed without a second thought. After patting Paranti on the head, she looked up and said, "Kosa! You heard my daughter. Take one punch from me!"

Kosa had not expected Paranti to ask Xueseli to make a move, much less that Xueseli would actually agree.

"Wait..."

The confidence brought by strength had gradually made Xueseli and the others more domineering toward outsiders.

Kosa's plea did not make Xueseli stop.

With a flash, Xueseli sent Kosa flying hundreds of meters away from Vegeta with a single punch. Then, without looking back, she returned to Lin Feng's home with Paranti and Xuesaiya!

To them, rather than waste time on such boring people, they would rather go back and train more!

"Bastard, bastard!" Vegeta saw the disdain in Paranti's eyes as she left. Kneeling on the ground, he furiously pounded the innocent earth!

Nappa and Raditz silently watched Vegeta vent his rage. Neither of them spoke.

However, when they gazed toward the horizon in the direction Paranti, Xueseli, and the others had vanished, an indescribable light appeared in their eyes.

Even a genius like Prince Vegeta had been beaten like a dog by Paranti, who had merely been born with the potential of a High-Class Saiyan.

Kosa, also a High-Class Saiyan, could not even withstand a single punch from Xueseli.

Their gazes gradually grew firm, and the seed of becoming stronger began to sink bit by bit into their bones.

Another year passed in the blink of an eye.

Over that year, Vegeta truly worked hard, constantly seeking beatings and then growing stronger.

Paranti had also become the number one prodigy among the Saiyan race!

A year ago, Vegeta had suffered a crushing defeat at Paranti's hands, and over the following year, he had continued to be defeated by her.

Though Vegeta's brilliance had not dimmed, Paranti's reputation had gradually surpassed his.

By then, nearly every Saiyan on Planet Vegeta knew.

The most talented Saiyan was not Vegeta, nor was it Baros—it was Paranti.