Vegeta's Shock and Excitement; Planning to Enter the Time Chamber

Hearing Vegeta's curses, Trunks instinctively flinched.

Immediately, he looked at Vegeta with a puzzled expression.

Vegeta glanced at Trunks subtly before saying to Tarble, "Tarble, revert to your normal state first. You haven't tested your combat power in your normal state yet, have you?"

"Let Trunks test it!"

"If I'm not mistaken, your rate of improvement after transforming into a Super Saiyan will be several times faster than ours!"

"Oh, I haven't tested it yet," Tarble replied against his will, then reverted to his normal state. "Trunks, you test it."

"Oh, okay."

Even before the test began, Vegeta's eyes widened the moment he sensed Trunks' unreserved aura, and he already had an answer in his heart.

It wasn't just Vegeta; even Licks noticed it.

At this moment, he also wore a look of shock.

Soon.

Trunks also got the test result.

He exclaimed again, "677.8 million!"

"Uncle Tarble, your normal combat power actually reached 677.8 million!"

"That's amazing!"

"How did you do it?"

"You were only 2.78 million yesterday!"

Upon hearing the exact combat power value, Vegeta and Licks both cried out in surprise.

"What?!" x2

They had felt that Tarble's aura had strengthened considerably compared to yesterday.

But it shouldn't have strengthened this much!

"677.8 million?!"

"How is that possible!"

"Trunks, did you read it wrong?"

Vegeta was more inclined to believe Trunks had made a mistake than to accept this as reality.

Under 500 times Earth's gravity, after training for 10 hours, he had only increased his combat power by 250 million!

And this was his training speed after breaking through to Super Saiyan 2!

Why was Tarble's training speed so much faster than his, even in the Super Saiyan stage?

Over six hundred million!

It was almost equivalent to three days of his own training results!

Vegeta's voice suddenly grew louder, and Trunks trembled inexplicably.

He carefully looked at the number displayed on the Scouter again.

After confirming he hadn't misread, he nodded, "Dad, I'm sure I didn't read it wrong!

The number displayed on the Scouter is 677.8 million!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Vegeta abruptly reached out his hand, "Give me the Scouter."

Clack!

Trunks didn't dare to delay, quickly taking off the Scouter and handing it to Vegeta, who clearly seemed emotionally unstable.

What's wrong with Dad?

Vegeta took the Scouter with one hand, aimed it at Tarble, and began to scan, not forgetting to instruct, "Tarble, don't suppress your aura."

"Okay," Tarble complied helplessly.

It's just that my training speed is faster than yours, do you need to react this strongly?!

A moment later.

Vegeta's eyes were wide like copper bells, filled with disbelief, and he muttered, "It really is 677.8 million..."

He knew Tarble's talent might exceed expectations.

He just didn't expect that, while only in the Super Saiyan stage, his training speed could far surpass his own!

Tarble was a low-class warrior?

And he was an elite upper-class warrior?

It was utterly ridiculous!

For a moment, he thought the Saiyans' old method of classifying warriors by class was hopelessly stupid!

No wonder they were eventually wiped out!

Following that approach, warriors with genuinely excellent talent were all forcibly exiled!

Ultimately, the race as a whole was too weak and was wiped out.

Before, he used to think that if it weren't for Frieza, they Saiyans would have lived perfectly fine.

Now, upon careful consideration, extinction was bound to happen sooner or later.

Seeing him suddenly fall into thought, Tarble waited for two to three seconds before softly calling out.

"Big Brother Vegeta, are you alright?"

"Why did you suddenly go silent?"

This soft call successfully pulled Vegeta's thoughts back.

His eyes remained wide like copper bells, his expression extremely complex.

Shock!

Gratification!

Unwillingness!

And, disbelief!

There was also a faint sense of relief and loneliness.

At the same time, he confirmed one thing in his heart—

The strongest pure-blooded Saiyan in history was absolutely Tarble!

"Tarble!"

He called out, then suddenly stopped, his mouth opening and closing, but the words that followed simply wouldn't come out.

Seeing this, Tarble earnestly encouraged him, "Big Brother, just say whatever you have to say, I can handle it!"

At this sight, a barely perceptible hint of regret flashed at the bottom of Vegeta's eyes for no reason.

"Tarble, I should have come to find you sooner!"

"You are the Saiyan with the greatest talent, we were all wrong before!"

"Terribly wrong!"

"Warriors with superior talent might very well be hidden among the lower-class warriors."

"It's a pity that, all along, we Saiyans have been doing it wrong!"

After hearing these words, Tarble finally understood why Vegeta's expression was so complicated.

So, he had imagined him to be the elite warrior with the greatest talent!

However, the Saiyan with the greatest talent wasn't him!

It was the young Saiyan who was still living a primitive life on Planet Vampa, the Legendary Super Saiyan Broly!

His eyes flickered as he said, "Big Brother, is there a possibility that among all the lower-class Saiyan warriors, only Kakarot and I are special?"

"And, that I am the most special one?"

Vegeta listened, and it seemed to make some sense, yet he felt something was off.

But he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

Then he heard Tarble continue, "Even if my talent is really stronger than average, aren't I still very weak now?"

"My current base power level is only 677.8 million, and you, Big Brother?"

"You should have increased your power level by another 250 million today, right?"

"Then your current base power level is 101.25 billion, how long will it take me to catch up to you!"

Vegeta: ???

Was that what I was talking about?

I was clearly talking about the problem of cultivation speed!

You're talking to me about strength?

How long have you been training yourself, don't you have any idea?

No!

It seems I need to adapt to higher gravity multipliers, otherwise, it's very likely he'll surpass me in less than half a year!

For a moment, Vegeta, feeling a sense of urgency, was filled with renewed fighting spirit.

And this time, the person who made him so spirited was the desire not to let Tarble surpass him so quickly.

This series of emotional changes was all seen by Tarble.

Even without mind-reading abilities, he could roughly guess what Vegeta was thinking.

It was nothing more than a refusal to admit defeat!

Perhaps it was because he saw that his talent was so heaven-defying that he felt excited.

However, his goal was not to surpass Vegeta or Son Goku.

Since he had now successfully transformed into a Super Saiyan 2, the plan to enter the Hyperbolic Time Chamber could also be put on the agenda!

Thinking of this, he immediately said, "Big Brother, I plan to go into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to train with Licks tomorrow."

"I want to see if the Hyperbolic Time Chamber is as magical as you say, where a year inside only equates to a day outside."