Vegeta's Extreme Displeasure; Tarble's Performance

Hearing Tarble's words, Vegeta gritted his teeth, a look of displeasure flickering across his face.

Damn it!

Kakarot wasn't the only bastard capable of turning into a Super Saiyan!

Did he really need Kakarot to step in just to deal with these two pieces of trash?

What a colossal joke!

However, after a moment's thought, he realized why Tarble only knew about Son Goku's ability to transform.

It was highly likely that he had only heard about the battle on Planet Namek from all those years ago.

Living on a planet at the edge of the universe, it was only natural for Tarble's information to be outdated.

Even so, knowing the reason didn't make him any less annoyed.

"Kakarot isn't the only one who can become a Super Saiyan!"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the pursuers behind you!"

"What?" Tarble asked, feigning great surprise. "Big Brother, are you saying you can turn into a Super Saiyan too?"

"That's wonderful!"

"Big Brother, you truly are the strongest warrior in Saiyan history, born with the highest combat power!"

Hearing this praise, Vegeta's expression softened considerably. "Hmph, as long as you train hard, you should have a chance to become a Super Saiyan as well!"

"Really?" Tarble asked, pretending to be pleasantly surprised.

Beside him, Licks was equally shocked and delighted.

He never imagined he might have a chance to become a legendary Super Saiyan.

Facing their inquisitive gazes, Vegeta nodded slowly. "I have no reason to lie to you about something like this."

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up. "There are two pursuers behind you, and they'll be here soon!"

Hearing this, Tarble looked up as well. He couldn't see any sign of a spaceship with his naked eye, but he could indeed sense two massive auras approaching rapidly.

Despite knowing this, he put on a look of confusion.

"Big Brother, I don't see any ships!"

"How do you know they're almost here?"

At this, Vegeta frowned, his eyes flickering for a moment before he explained, "It's ki... a technique for using combat power that allows you to sense others' presence and location."

"Since you don't know how to suppress or sense ki yet, we knew someone was coming before you even broke through the atmosphere!"

Tarble sighed in genuine admiration. "Wow, there's such an amazing and practical technique?"

"That's incredible!"

Licks' eyes also lit up, clearly intrigued by this method of using ki.

Meanwhile, Son Gohan and the others couldn't help but let a faint, subtle smile tug at the corners of their mouths upon hearing Tarble.

A sense of superiority welled up within them.

This technique of controlling one's bodily energy at will was clearly not something everyone knew.

Vegeta instructed, "As long as you put your mind to it, this technique is easy to learn; it's not as amazing or complex as you imagine."

"You both know how to use energy blasts. Just remember the feeling of drawing on that energy, then learn to control it, and you'll master it."

"Try it now. See if you can suppress your own combat power."

He said this because he wanted to see exactly what Tarble's potential was.

Because the aura he sensed from Tarble was actually just as gentle as Son Goku's.

It was so gentle that he didn't seem like a Saiyan at all!

Therefore, he suspected that Tarble's talent might be beyond imagination.

The reason he thought this way was, naturally, because of that bastard Kakarot.

Despite being a low-class warrior and a Saiyan, Kakarot's personality, style, and temperament were completely unlike a Saiyan's.

And yet, that bastard always managed to stay one step ahead of him!

It was precisely because of Kakarot's precedent that he had this thought.

Upon hearing this, Tarble feigned surprise. "Really?"

"Then I'll give it a try!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually condensed a pure white energy ball and then extinguished it.

Next, he closed his eyes, slowly condensed an energy ball in his hand again, and snuffed it out.

He repeated this process two or three times before stopping.

Then, he began to slowly draw his aura inward, compressing it further and further.

In less than ten seconds, his aura had already dropped significantly.

If one were to use a scouter to detect him, they would find that his combat power was currently 1,000.

Although he had successfully suppressed his energy, he continued to put on a show of pushing it down further.

Three seconds later, his energy had been suppressed to the absolute minimum.

The fluctuations in the intensity of the energy radiating from his body drew the attention of the Z Fighters present, all of whom wore expressions of shock.

At this moment, there was only one thought in their minds—

Holy crap!

This talent is heaven-defying!

Little did they know that it had actually taken Tarble a full eighteen minutes to learn it.

As for Licks, he hadn't taught him, specifically for this moment.

Having successfully suppressed his energy, Tarble suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in pleasant surprise, "Big Brother, I succeeded, didn't I?"

Hearing this, Vegeta snapped out of his daze, his astonished gaze still tinged with a look of gravity.

After giving him a careful look, he widened his eyes and gave an affirmative answer: "That's right, you succeeded!"

His voice was a bit hoarse, as if he found it hard to believe.

"That's great, it wasn't even that hard!" Tarble laughed heartily, then turned to look at Licks beside him and asked, "Licks, did you succeed?"

Originally, Tarble's exclamation had not only jolted Vegeta and the others from their shock but had also interrupted Licks's attempt.

Upon hearing that Tarble had actually mastered the trick of suppressing energy, he felt both shocked and delighted.

But hearing Tarble's question, a look of shame immediately appeared on his face.

Despite the embarrassment in his heart, he shook his head and said truthfully, "My apologies, Prince Tarble, this subordinate has not yet mastered it."

"Then use your scouter to check for me, what is my combat power now?" Tarble instructed, taking the opportunity to ease his embarrassment.

"Yes! Your Highness."

After Licks responded, he immediately fiddled with his scouter.

Beep, beep, beep!

As the mechanical beeping stopped, Licks immediately reported with delight, "Prince Tarble, your combat power is now only 5!"

"How amazing!"

"Combat power really can be controlled at will!"

"Your Highness, you are truly incredible to have mastered this technique so quickly!"

His words were filled with admiration.

Hearing this flattery, Tarble's face beamed with a smile: "Haha, Big Brother Vegeta said it himself, this technique is very simple. If you practice hard, Licks, you can do it too."

At this moment, Vegeta's eyes flickered, and he immediately asked an unexpected question: "Tarble, if you don't suppress your combat power, what is it?"

"Me?" Tarble said without hesitation, "Two years ago, before we set off for Earth, we measured it once; my combat power had reached 30,000."

"Big Brother, what about you?"

"Oh, right, Licks's combat power is a bit lower than mine, only 15,000."

30,000 combat power?

Licks also has 15,000?

It's actually that high!

Hearing this, Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he asked, "Have you done any training?"

"Your current combat power is much higher than the standard level of high-class warriors in the past."

Tarble said truthfully, "Yes, while scouting for Earth's location, Licks and I engaged in nearly a year of sparring training."

"Before that, we rarely did any combat training; it was negligible."

"By the way, the gravity on that planet is about the same as it is here on Earth."

"After training for about a year, my combat power only increased by 29,000. Big Brother, am I not suited for cultivation?"