That's It? You Call This a Transformation?

"I won't let you get away with this. This distance is enough to intercept you."

As the words fell, Vegeta narrowed his eyes, his figure slowly floating into the sky.

"BOOM~!!!"

An explosion of ki enveloped his entire body, and in an instant, he shot forward, transforming into a pale purple streak of light that dragged a long tail behind it as it raced toward the locked-on ki signature.

The speed was so fast it reached an unimaginable level; ten times the speed of sound wasn't enough to describe it.

And this wasn't even Vegeta's full speed; if he flew at full throttle, he could reach at least several times this velocity.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed a hundred miles, and in another, he was hundreds of miles away.

As he drew closer to Zarbon's ki, until Zarbon's figure appeared ahead—even if it was just a black dot—Vegeta's current visual acuity allowed him to see it clearly.

At this very moment, Zarbon, who was traveling in a fixed direction, finally sensed something.

Flying at high speed, he looked back over his shoulder to see a dark shadow rapidly closing in, entering his detection range in no time, the wake of air pressure it created churning like a raging sea.

"Ve, Vegeta?!" Zarbon was startled, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his face.

A strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart, making him gasp.

He could not win.

Vegeta was no longer the Vegeta of the past.

Exploding with his full power to accelerate, Zarbon intended to shake Vegeta off.

However, to his horror, even at full flight speed, he couldn't shake Vegeta.

On the contrary, the distance between them closed in a straight line, and before long, Vegeta was right behind him.

"The dignified Mr. Zarbon, would you also be so afraid that you'd resort to running away?" The cold words traveled along with the ki into Zarbon's ears.

Knowing he couldn't escape, Zarbon stopped running and abruptly froze in mid-air.

He was certainly decisive.

Seeing this, Vegeta sneered and quickly stabilized his posture, standing right in front of Zarbon.

As their eyes met, Vegeta's gaze was full of mockery, while Zarbon wore a serious expression, desperately trying to mask the terror in his eyes.

"Vegeta, what is the meaning of this?" Zarbon asked, steadying his own ki.

"No special meaning. I've just come to collect your life so you can go down and keep Dodoria company; the road to the Yellow Springs is quite lonely, after all." Narrowing his eyes, Vegeta's aura became exceptionally sharp.

It felt like blades scraping against Zarbon's body.

"What did you say? You killed Dodoria? No, that's impossible! I only parted ways with him a short while ago, how could you have managed that?" Zarbon frowned; in his heart, he already had the answer, but he still wanted to hear it from Vegeta's own mouth.

"In my memory, you aren't an idiot, Zarbon. Someone like Dodoria? Someone like that is nothing more than a flick of the finger to me now." Vegeta smiled and raised his hand. "And you are the same."

"Wa, wait, listen to me first." Seeing this, Zarbon's entire body tensed up.

"What? Don't tell me you're going to be like Dodoria and try to tell me a secret? Don't waste time. I already know all the intelligence you possess, so there's no need for useless chatter." Vegeta mocked, an energy blast already condensing in his hand, ready to be released at any moment.

"No, no! You killed Dodoria, that was his own fault, but I'm different! I don't have to be your enemy. Just like you, I've long been sick of Frieza. I can help you! I can help you deal with Frieza! You know how strong Frieza is, and you know how many subordinates he has. Besides, the Frieza Force has so many soldiers—you need someone to help manage them... right? Vegeta."

As he said this, Zarbon saw that Vegeta hadn't attacked yet, and his expression shifted abruptly.

His ki expanded in a split second, and Zarbon unleashed a terrifying energy cannon in one breath, engulfing Vegeta's body at close range.

"Hahahaha~! You're too arrogant, Vegeta! Who do you think you are? Go to hell!" Zarbon continued to channel the energy within his body, the energy cannon firing continuously for nearly twenty seconds before it slowly dissipated.

Such an outburst was a limit-breaking release triggered when his life was under absolute threat.

Thick smoke billowed before him, and Zarbon was certain that this full-power strike would kill Vegeta.

But his laughter stopped abruptly.

"I knew it. People like you sometimes aren't even as good as trash like Dodoria." Vegeta's voice rang out from behind Zarbon.

How could a trick like Zarbon's ever be effective against him?

Let alone his current self, even for his original body, it would have been nothing but arrogance.

"Ho, how is this possible?" Zarbon was terrified, reacting quickly to turn and retreat, putting distance between them.

Cold sweat poured down his body; Zarbon had never imagined that a mere Vegeta could make him feel fear to this extent.

At the same time, unwillingness swelled in his heart. Zarbon's face twisted, and the aura of a beast was exposed.

"While you're at it, use whatever power you have left. Don't wait until you're dead to regret it, because it'll be too late then." Vegeta watched him playfully, knowing this guy was about to transform.

"You forced my hand, Vegeta! Maybe you think you're strong now, but let me tell you, so what if your combat power exceeds 23,000? As long as I transform, you are no match for me!" As he spoke, Zarbon's body suddenly expanded and twisted. His original appearance, which was decent and imposing, transformed into a humanoid toad with a beastly face.

A bloodthirsty aura emanated from him, and after the physical change, he carried a foul, unbearable stench.

"Hmph! That's it? You call that a transformation? Rather than a transformation, it's more like reverting to your original form. How truly ugly." Vegeta continued to mock, then crossed his arms over his chest and added, "To deal with you, I don't even need to use my hands."

"Arrogant! Do you know what my current combat power is? It's a full 28,000! And I don't mind telling you a secret: King Frieza's combat power is 530,000, and he also possesses the ability to transform." Zarbon didn't believe Vegeta's words, dismissing him as a fool.

To this, Vegeta looked at him as if he were an idiot: "Alright, alright, enough blabbering. I can't be bothered with the nonsense."

As the words fell, Vegeta vanished in an instant, only to reappear just as quickly.

"BANG!!!!" A sound of flesh meeting force rang out.

Zarbon's eyes bulged wide as he vomited a torrent of blood.

It was Vegeta, who had appeared right before him and driven a kick deep into his stomach.

The power of this strike instantly robbed him of his ability to fight, as if his body were made of glass, shattering into countless pieces under Vegeta's blow.

"Tsk, tsk! Is this the end? How pathetic." Retracting his right leg, Vegeta delivered another kick, this time to his neck.

"I said I wouldn't use my hands, so I won't." A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and in the next second, Vegeta erupted with ki, surging after the recoiling Zarbon.

He lashed out with another kick, but this one was cloaked in ki, sharp and lethal as a blade.