The Throne

"Y-you can tell my power level without a Scouter?" King Vegeta was stunned.

Vegeta smiled, offering no explanation.

He was just about to go visit his old friends Ginyu and Jeice when a guard arrived with a report.

"King Vegeta, Your Highness, Mr. Zaron has arrived."

"All right, I understand. Have him wait for me in the palace!" King Vegeta frowned, then glanced at his son before leaving.

Vegeta thought for a moment, gave the guard some instructions, then followed King Vegeta.

When they reached the palace, Vegeta spotted Zaron sitting on the throne with his legs crossed. King Vegeta's face had gone livid.

That was hardly surprising. It was King Vegeta's throne, after all. Anyone would be furious to see an outsider sitting on it.

"My apologies, my apologies. King Vegeta's throne looked so comfortable that I couldn't resist trying it out. I meant nothing by it, hahaha." Zaron promptly rose and explained with a chuckle.

But anyone could tell from his tone that he had done it deliberately.

The guards behind King Vegeta were pale with rage, ready to attack the moment he gave the order.

Yet, furious as King Vegeta was, he dared not speak out. With the enemy stronger than he was, attacking would only mean death.

King Vegeta did not want to die yet.

"Since you want this seat, Mr. Zaron, I'll have one made for you when I get the chance," King Vegeta said with a cold snort.

"No need. I only wanted to soak up a little royal aura. How could a newly made throne be as comfortable as yours?" Zaron replied with a chuckle. Then he turned his smiling gaze to Vegeta and shifted the conversation to him. "Isn't that right, little prince? This seat is meant for you someday, isn't it?"

Vegeta could not stand listening any longer. "What a load of drivel!" he snapped impatiently.

"Oh? The little prince seems rather angry. Haha, that's only natural." Zaron gave a soft laugh and continued, "I wonder if my younger brother was less than respectful toward you on Earth. Not that I can blame him. You're the prince of the Saiyans, not our prince. We serve Lord Frieza."

"Your brother did disrespect me, but he's dead now." Vegeta chuckled coldly.

"What did you say?" Zaron's expression changed abruptly, and his gaze sharpened as he stared at Vegeta.

"I said your brother is dead," Vegeta replied calmly. "Have you got donkey hair stuffed in your ears? Do I really have to repeat myself?"

"Y-you're lying! That's impossible!" Zaron went pale with shock. He simply could not believe his brother had died just like that.

After all, he and his brother were among the strongest in Frieza's army. How could his brother possibly be dead?

Even King Vegeta was astonished by his son's words.

Zarbon was dead?

That hardly seemed possible, did it?

Still, the people who had returned with his son were indeed not Zarbon, but two others.

Those two had claimed to be members of the Ginyu Force.

King Vegeta had been stunned when he heard the name of the Ginyu Force. Later, he had intended to ask his son what was going on, but had accidentally entered the Gravity Training Room and suffered severe injuries all over his body. He had only been healed today.

"Believe whatever you like. Just get as far away from here as you can and stop making a fuss," Vegeta said, losing patience.

King Vegeta was growing uneasy at his son's aggressive attitude. Satisfying as it was, things would turn ugly if he provoked Mr. Zaron.

"Fine. Very good. Today, I'll show you what I'm capable of!" Zaron was furious, glaring at Vegeta.

"Mr. Zaron, let's talk this over calmly. My son is young and foolish..." King Vegeta tried to placate him.

"Shut your mouth! Whoever I decide to put in his place, it's not your turn to butt in!" Zaron bellowed furiously, showing King Vegeta no respect whatsoever.