530,000 Combat Power, Is That High?

"Hmph hmph hmph~~! A power level of 530,000, is that very high?"

Looking at Frieza's self-righteous expression, Vegeta sneered and denied the power level.

Hearing this, Frieza's entire face fell. He frowned and stared intently at Vegeta.

His power level was not something everyone was privy to knowing; only Zarbon had known among those around him.

He had only revealed it now to force Vegeta to submit and to once again control this wild monkey.

But not only did Vegeta not fall for it, he clearly already knew.

After a moment of emotional outburst, Frieza quickly recovered and then revealed a mocking expression again: "It seems Zarbon told you my power level before he died. But I'm curious, what makes you dare to say such things? Oh right, your power level might be over 50,000, so you think you can defeat me after turning into a Great Ape..."

After stating Vegeta's reliance, Frieza began to laugh arrogantly again.

He couldn't possibly fathom how strong Vegeta was now, nor how he had become so strong so suddenly.

"As narcissistic as ever. Unfortunately, you guessed wrong. You can keep guessing why I'm not afraid of you." Vegeta's smile became more pronounced, his expression full of mockery.

Upon hearing this, Frieza's expression changed on the spot, becoming terrifyingly grim.

Being bitten by a small dog he once kept was enough to make him angry.

Vegeta was already on his death list. All he wanted was for Vegeta to hand over the Dragon Balls, saving him further wasted time.

"Little Vegeta, I don't have that much leisure time to guess blindly. But since Zarbon told you my power level is 530,000, he must have also told you that I can transform. Are you really that confident you can confront me head-on?" Frieza's tone was icy.

"Some things don't need to be said so clearly. You can transform, and so can I, so you don't need to think you're so amazing!" As he spoke, Vegeta raised his hand and gave a thumbs-up, pointing to himself, "Also, I am now Super Vegeta!"

"Super... Vegeta? Ho ho ho ho~~! You really know how to joke, little Vegeta." Frieza let out another sarcastic laugh.

Vegeta didn't intend to dwell on it further. Frieza was just that kind of person.

Frieza frowned again at Vegeta's disregard.

"I'll say it one last time, hand over the two Dragon Balls you have! I can still let bygones be bygones!"

"Then I'll say one thing too. Give me the five Dragon Balls you have, and perhaps I can leave you with a complete corpse."

The atmosphere became tense, causing Frieza's lackeys to retreat uncontrollably, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

If they hadn't made such moves, nothing would have happened. But because they retreated, Frieza, with his perverted psychology of enjoying toying with his subordinates, would inevitably use them as cannon fodder.

"In that case, die. Anyway, after I kill you, the Ginyu Force will arrive in three days, and they can still find the two Dragon Balls you hid." Frieza said, then glanced at his subordinates on either side. "Do I need to say any more nonsense? I don't need cowardly deserters."

As these words fell, the expressions of these dozen or so soldiers changed.

They knew Vegeta's strength, but facing Vegeta was better than facing Frieza.

In their minds, even if Vegeta was strong, they still had a sliver of hope. But for Frieza to kill them was as easy as playing a game.

With the first person daring to step forward, the others also mustered their courage.

With a dozen people attacking together, they finally had a bit of confidence.

Of course, how could they know that their meager strength was like ants to Vegeta?

A mere one or two thousand power level, even if stronger than Raditz, was still inferior to Nappa.

Vegeta coldly watched these low-level soldiers step forward to their deaths, a look of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Giving them no chance, Vegeta waited for them to approach one by one. Then, the instant they launched their energy attacks, he erupted with his aura, raising his hand to form a terrifying wave of energy that not only annihilated all their attacks but also directly engulfed them, turning them into ashes.

This scene stunned Frieza, who was watching from a distance, giving him a new understanding of Vegeta's strength.

He had expected at least some sort of interesting spectacle, but he hadn't anticipated Vegeta wiping them all out with a single wave of his hand.

"Oh my, oh my~! You've truly surprised me. So this is the strength you possess now? No wonder you dare to stand before me." Frieza's gaze towards Vegeta changed.

Vegeta continued to maintain his arms-crossed posture, meeting Frieza's gaze.

"Shouldn't you thank me for clearing away some trash for you?"

"Ho ho ho~~ Indeed. These good-for-nothings couldn't even take down a traitor, so they deserve to die."

"So, are you still going to sit in that baby carriage?"

"Baby carriage?"

"Constantly sitting in that Hover Pod like a baby, what else would it be but a baby carriage?" Vegeta sneered, his expression filled with contempt.

"Crack crack~~!!" Frieza clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with killing intent.

How could he not understand the implication of Vegeta's words? He was calling him a baby!

"Good! Very good! Vegeta, you have truly angered me this time." Frieza's face darkened, and he slowly raised one hand.

Aiming at Vegeta, a purplish-red beam shot out from his hand, heading straight for Vegeta.

Facing this attack, Vegeta had no intention of dodging.

With a dull thud of "Bang~!!!".

The energy beam struck Vegeta's forehead, but only made Vegeta lift his head.

Frieza looked on in disbelief. His Death Beam had failed to pierce Vegeta's head.

Vegeta remained completely unscathed, a scoff escaping his lips: "So, 530,000 combat power is all you've got?"

"You!!!" Frieza was momentarily struck speechless. Just as he prepared to move, Vegeta's figure suddenly vanished from his sight.

In an instant, tension flooded Frieza's heart, stirring a flicker of unease in someone who had remained unflappable for years.

It was only after a long while that Frieza heard a disturbance behind him, prompting him to spin around and retreat in a hurry.

He saw Vegeta standing behind him with his arms crossed, having been there for who knows how long.

Vegeta could have struck him just moments ago, yet he hadn't sensed a thing.

Dread took root in his heart; he could hardly imagine that Vegeta's strength had reached such a level.

No, no, no! It must be that I was careless! How could a guy like Vegeta possibly possess combat power exceeding 530,000? He must be bluffing! Yes! He's nothing but a wild monkey! Frieza searched for reasons in his mind, trying to convince himself.