Hearing Vegeta curse, Trunks instinctively shrank his neck.
Then he looked at him in confusion.
Vegeta shot Trunks a subtle glance before saying to Tarble, "Tarble, return to your normal state first. You haven't tested your normal battle power yet, have you?"
"Let Trunks test it!"
"If my guess is right, your training speed after transforming into a Super Saiyan will be several times faster than ours!"
"Oh, I haven't tested it yet." Tarble gave a halfhearted reply, then returned to his normal state. "Trunks, go ahead and test it."
"Oh, sure."
Even before the test began, Vegeta sensed the aura Tarble was releasing without holding back. His eyes widened, and he already knew the answer.
Vegeta wasn't the only one who noticed.
Licks was also visibly shocked.
Soon,
Trunks got the test result.
He cried out in surprise again. "677.8 million!"
"Uncle Tarble, your normal battle power has actually reached 677.8 million!"
"That's amazing!"
"How did you do it?"
"It was only 2.78 million yesterday!"
After hearing the exact battle power, Vegeta and Licks both exclaimed in shock.
"What?!" x2
They had sensed that Tarble's aura was much stronger than it had been yesterday.
But it shouldn't have become this much stronger!
"677.8 million?!"
"How is that possible!"
"Trunks, are you sure you read it right?"
Vegeta would rather believe Trunks had misread the number than accept that it was real.
After all, training under 500 times Earth's gravity for the same ten hours, he had only increased his battle power by 250 million!
And that was after he broke through to Super Saiyan 2!
How could Tarble's training speed as a Super Saiyan be so far beyond his?
More than 600 million!
That was almost equal to three days of training for him!
Vegeta's voice suddenly grew much louder, and Trunks felt his heart inexplicably skip a beat.
He carefully checked the number displayed on the Scouter again.
After confirming he hadn't misread it, he nodded. "Dad, I'm sure I read it right!
"The number on the Scouter is 677.8 million!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Vegeta suddenly thrust out a hand toward him. "Give me the Scouter."
Click!
Trunks didn't dare hesitate. He quickly took off the Scouter and handed it to Vegeta, whose expression was clearly troubled.
What was wrong with Dad?
Vegeta took the Scouter and aimed it at Tarble to scan him, not forgetting to remind him, "Tarble, don't suppress your aura."
"Okay." Tarble reluctantly did as he was told.
It was just a faster training speed than yours. Was there any need to react so strongly?
It didn't take long.
Vegeta's eyes widened like saucers, disbelief filling them as he murmured, "It really is 677.8 million..."
He knew Tarble's talent might be beyond his imagination.
He just hadn't expected that, despite being only at the Super Saiyan stage, Tarble's training speed could already far surpass his own!
Tarble was a Low-Class Warrior?
And he was an Elite Warrior?
What a joke!
At that moment, he felt that the Saiyans' old method of ranking warriors by class had been so stupid it was beyond saving!
No wonder they had eventually been wiped out!
Under that system, warriors with truly great talent had been forcibly exiled!
In the end, their race had been too weak overall, and someone had wiped them out.
He used to think that, if not for Frieza, the Saiyans would have lived just fine.
Now that he thought about it carefully, their extinction had been inevitable.
Seeing Vegeta suddenly fall into deep thought, Tarble waited two or three seconds before calling to him softly.
"Big Brother Vegeta, are you all right?"
"Why did you suddenly go quiet?"
The soft call brought Vegeta back to his senses.
His eyes were still wide as saucers, and his expression was extremely complicated.
Shock!
Relief!
Resentment!
And disbelief!
Along with a faint sense of acceptance and melancholy.
At the same time, he became certain of one thing—
Tarble was definitely the strongest pure-blooded Saiyan in history!
"Tarble!"
He called out, then suddenly fell silent. His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't bring himself to say what came next.
Seeing this, Tarble encouraged him with exaggerated earnestness. "Big Brother, just say what you want to say. I can take it!"
At the sight of him, a trace of regret flickered deep in Vegeta's eyes, so faint it was almost impossible to notice.
"Tarble, I should have gone to find you sooner!"
"You're the Saiyan with the greatest talent. We were all wrong before!"
"Completely wrong!"
"Warriors with exceptional talent might well be hidden among the Low-Class Warriors."
"Unfortunately, we Saiyans have been getting it wrong all along!"
After hearing this, Tarble finally understood why Vegeta looked so conflicted.
Vegeta had imagined him as an exceptionally talented Elite Warrior!
But he wasn't the Saiyan with the greatest talent!
That title belonged to the young Saiyan still living off the land on Planet Vampa—the Legendary Super Saiyan, Broly!
His eyes flickered as he said, "Big Brother, is it possible that, among all the Low-Class Saiyan Warriors, only Kakarot and I are special?"
"And that I'm the most special one?"
Vegeta thought that made some sense, but something still felt off.
He just couldn't put his finger on what.
Then Tarble continued, "Even if I really am more talented than most people, doesn't that still leave me weak right now?"
"My normal battle power is only 677.8 million. What about yours, Big Brother?"
"You must have gained another 250 million battle power today, right?"
"That means your normal battle power is already 101.25 billion. How long will it take me to catch up with you?"
Vegeta: ???
Was that what he had been talking about?
He'd been talking about training speed!
Why was Tarble bringing up battle power?
How long had he even been training? Didn't he know?
No!
Looks like I'll have to adapt to even higher gravity. Otherwise, he might surpass me in less than half a year!
Vegeta suddenly felt a sense of urgency, and his fighting spirit flared once more.
This time, the person who had fired him up was someone he didn't want to surpass him too quickly.
Tarble had noticed every change in his expression.
Even without the ability to read minds, he could roughly guess what Vegeta was thinking.
He just didn't want to admit defeat!
Or perhaps seeing his astonishing talent had excited him.
But Tarble's goal wasn't to surpass Vegeta or Son Goku.
Now that he had successfully become a Super Saiyan 2, he could start making plans to enter the Hyperbolic Time Chamber!
With that thought, he immediately said, "Big Brother, tomorrow I'm planning to go into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber with Licks to train."
"I want to see whether the Hyperbolic Time Chamber is really as amazing as you say, with a year inside passing as just one day outside."
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