A Fierce Battle

"Heh, you saw right through me." Vegeta forced himself to stand. "This is the perfect chance to kill me. Do it."

King Vegeta heard this and immediately stepped in front of Vegeta, watching Galdo with wary eyes.

"Father, it's useless. This is between Galdo and me. Move!" Vegeta snapped. Why couldn't his old man show a little more restraint?

Had he not realized that Vegeta was just putting on an act?

If he truly provoked Galdo, this old man might end up getting wiped out by him.

If that happened, would he save him or not?

If he saved him, his true strength would be fully exposed; if he didn't, he couldn't quite bring himself to watch him die.

Galdo looked at Vegeta, then at King Vegeta, and rubbed his nose with a smile. "Don't worry, how could I bear to kill you? It's rare to find such a good opponent; I'm only too happy to have you."

Hearing Galdo's words, King Vegeta finally breathed a sigh of relief and quietly stepped aside.

"As for you, King Vegeta, you've got some nerve." Galdo's expression turned icy, his gaze piercing King Vegeta like a double-edged sword. "This is a matter between your son and me. I said before the fight that no one was to interfere. Heh, tell me, how should I punish you?"

"Th-th-this..." King Vegeta was completely paralyzed by Galdo's overwhelming aura.

"Die." A bolt of red energy shot from Galdo's hand, heading straight for the King.

King Vegeta's face drained of color, but given his speed, there was no way he could dodge such a powerful blast.

At that critical moment, Vegeta lunged forward and shoved King Vegeta aside.

"Squelch..."

The red beam pierced straight through Vegeta's left chest and vanished into the distance.

"Cough..." Vegeta spat out another mouthful of blood.

King Vegeta was horrified. He rushed over to support his son, his face turning ashen as he glared hatefully at Galdo, this terrifying enemy.

"A pity, a real pity." Galdo shook his head with feigned regret. "I intended to finish you off, but your son saved you. Fine, I'll spare you today. Vegeta, I know a wound like this won't kill you. I'll be back for you in ten days."

With that, Galdo stopped looking at the pair and turned to fly toward his spaceship.

"Boom!"

The spaceship took off, vanishing into the vast reaches of space.

Only then did King Vegeta, in a state of panic, order the others, "Hurry, get the Prince to the medical ward!"

"No need, I can walk myself!" Vegeta told him, then wobbled into the air and flew toward the palace.

King Vegeta's eyes widened.

The Saiyans who had gathered behind him were equally stunned.

The young Prince had suffered such a grievous injury, yet he could still fly? And where was he trying to go?

While everyone else was left in confusion, Vegeta had already entered the palace and returned to his quarters.

He took a deep breath, a graceful curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

The spaceship soared into the sky, vanishing into the vast expanse of the cosmos.

Only then did King Vegeta panic, barking orders at the crowd: "Hurry, get the Prince to the medical bay!"

"No need, I can walk myself!" Vegeta retorted, before wobbling into the air and flying toward the palace.

King Vegeta's eyes widened in shock.

The Saiyans gathered behind him were equally stunned.

The young Prince had suffered such grievous injuries, yet he could still fly? And where exactly was he intending to go?

While everyone stood there in confusion, Vegeta had already entered the palace and returned to his living quarters.

Taking a deep breath, a graceful arc tugged at the corner of Vegeta's mouth.