Sun Wukong asked, "Did my dad send you?"
"..."
Vegeta glanced at the data on his Scouter and saw that the guy had a power level of only 1,000.
The Namekian beside him had a power level of just 1,500.
Vegeta couldn't help sneering.
He just couldn't understand why a powerful warrior like Bardock had sons with such trash talent!
Raditz was trash, and Kakarot was trash too!
"What are you laughing at?"
Piccolo furrowed his brows. He had no idea what the little nobody in front of him was laughing about.
Vegeta had a power level of seven million, countless times stronger than Piccolo had been before, but that didn't stop Piccolo from calling Vegeta a little punk.
"None of your damn business!"
Vegeta sneered coldly. He didn't know why there was a Namekian on Earth, but he had no interest in dealing with him.
He had to hurry up and learn how to cook.
Vegeta's obnoxious expression from the anime enraged Piccolo.
"You're asking to die!"
Aside from Sun Wukong, no one on Earth was worth Piccolo's attention. The rest were nothing to fear.
How could this little punk dare speak to him like that?
Vegeta glanced at Sun Wukong. "Kakarot, I'll do you a favor and let him go. Tell him to get lost!"
Sun Wukong was stunned. This guy was so arrogant. Did he have any idea what a weakling he was?
"Sun Wukong, your kinsman's asking to die. Don't blame me!"
Killing intent showed in Piccolo's eyes.
As long as he finished the fight quickly, Earth wouldn't be harmed!
He vanished into thin air.
Bang!
Vegeta suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Looking down, he saw a green fist pressed against his stomach.
The pain traveled through his nervous system to his brain,