Hearing what Tarble said, Krillin and the others rolled their eyes without thinking.
Just listen to him!
Just listen!
Was that even something a normal person would say?
He'd trained for another year and only raised his power level by 29,000...
Maybe he should take a moment to think about what he was saying!
Before Vegeta arrived, they'd trained for a whole year and only increased their power levels by one or two thousand.
His power level had risen by 29,000, and he still wasn't satisfied?
Honestly!
The Saiyans' talent for training was so absurd that it inspired envy and jealousy!
Son Gohan and Piccolo were also stunned by Tarble's words. They were so shocked that they even used telepathy to talk.
Uncle Piccolo, Uncle Tarble's talent might be much greater than Dad's, Uncle Vegeta's, and mine.
But if his talent is that incredible, why have I never heard Uncle Vegeta mention it?
Gohan, it's entirely possible that his talent is even greater than yours and the others'.
But don't let him intimidate you.
No matter how great someone's talent is, training still takes time.
A power level of 30,000 doesn't amount to much.
Still, from the look on Vegeta's face, he probably didn't know Tarble had such incredible talent either.
If my guess is right, given the Saiyans' usual ways, Tarble's power level at birth was probably low.
At the very least, it wouldn't have been higher than Vegeta's.
He might even have been in the same class of Saiyan as your father.
Yes, Uncle Vegeta looks surprised too.
Uncle Piccolo, your guess is probably right.
When Vegeta heard Tarble's question, the corner of his mouth twitched.
But the surprise in his eyes grew even stronger.
Kakarot was a Low-Class Warrior too. When he and Raditz had killed each other, his power level had only been a few hundred.
Later, he'd trained with North Kai for a year and managed to raise his power level to only around 8,000.
Most importantly, King Kai's Planet had ten times Earth's gravity.
But Tarble had trained for just one year in an environment with the same gravity as Earth, and he'd gained nearly 30,000 in power!
Didn't that mean Tarble was more talented than Kakarot?!
If that training speed still didn't count as suitable for training, what did that make him and Kakarot?
After his surprise came delight.
The Saiyans with royal blood really were the strongest!
At that thought, Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
For a moment, he couldn't help uncrossing his arms and placing one hand on Tarble's shoulder.
"Don't worry. Your talent might be even greater than you think!"
But the next second, he realized the gesture didn't suit his aloof image and immediately pulled his hand away.
He'd always hoped he could surpass Son Goku, but he'd never managed it.
Now, seeing that Tarble seemed to have even greater talent, he saw hope of surpassing Kakarot.
Vegeta was so fixated on surpassing Son Goku not only because he wanted to prove he was stronger, but also because he wanted to prove that royal Saiyan blood was superior to ordinary Saiyan blood.
Unfortunately, he'd never managed to do so.
That was why he rarely mentioned being the Saiyan Prince anymore.
It wasn't that he didn't want to. It was that he was never as strong as Son Goku, and constantly bringing up his status as the Saiyan Prince would only make him feel ashamed.
"No, no. I'm just a Low-Class Warrior. Big Brother is the Saiyan warrior with the greatest talent!"
Tarble wasn't being insincere when he said that.
Without the double training effect, he wouldn't have been able to raise his power level so much in a year.
Vegeta's mouth twitched, and his expression darkened. He didn't reply.
The words "the Saiyan warrior with the greatest talent" had hit a sore spot.
Seeing this, Tarble acted as if he hadn't noticed. He glanced at Son Gohan and the others, then asked with feigned confusion, "Big Brother, are they all your subordinates?"
Son Gohan's expression remained fairly calm, and he even wore a faint smile.
But the others were different.
After all, Nappa had killed Piccolo and the others once.
Vegeta hadn't killed them himself, but if Nappa hadn't been there, Vegeta would have killed them without hesitation.
So, when they heard Tarble's question, they instinctively gritted their teeth and shot Vegeta resentful, piercing looks.
They all wanted to see what he would say.
Vegeta frowned, his eyes quickly passing over Piccolo and the others. After a two-second pause, he said, "They're not my subordinates. Even if I wanted to make them my underlings, they wouldn't agree."
"Our relationship is complicated. It'd take too long to explain."
"But for now, I suppose we're on the same side."
"Of course, if they want to oppose me, they're welcome to try!"
The first part had been fine, but Vegeta's final words made Piccolo and the others grit their teeth in anger.
If they were strong enough, they'd love to beat Vegeta to a pulp.
Unfortunately, they weren't.
Tarble's eyes shifted, and he smiled. "Then you're friends!"
Without giving them a chance to object, he turned to Son Gohan and the others and greeted the group.
"Hello, I'm Tarble, Vegeta's younger brother."
"It's nice to meet you. Please take care of me."
After all, no one could refuse a friendly smile.
Surprised by Tarble's politeness, Piccolo and the others returned his greeting one after another.
"Hello, Uncle Tarble. I'm Son Gohan."
"Hello, I'm Piccolo."
Seeing Tarble introduce himself, Licks also took the initiative to give a brief introduction.
In less than three minutes, they'd gotten to know one another a little.
Less than ten seconds after they finished exchanging pleasantries, the pursuers' spacecraft arrived.
The ships were spherical too, and there were only two of them.
Rumble!
The two spacecraft landed successfully, each crashing into the ground and leaving behind a huge crater.
Before long, two strange creatures, one red and one blue, flew out of the craters.
From their appearance, Tarble knew they were the two men who'd hunted him in the original story.
At the same time, he secretly activated the Insight Eye ability that came with his cheat.
"Target: Abo Race: Buff Clan Power Level: 8,000,000" "Target: Cado Race: Buff Clan Power Level: 7,000,000"
The Buff Clan?
Red and blue buffs?
That was pretty fitting!
Tarble secretly made a joke to himself.
Still, their power levels were pretty high.
No wonder they'd had the nerve to try to replace Frieza. Their power levels were indeed much higher than Frieza's publicly known 530,000.
He wondered how high their power would shoot up after they fused!
As he sized up Abo and Cado, they were observing him too.
They immediately spotted Tarble and Licks in their Battle Suits, along with the Z Fighters behind them.
Despite seeing how outnumbered they were, they weren't the least bit flustered.
Instead, they activated their Scouters and scanned everyone's power levels.
As soon as the beeping stopped, they burst into brazen laughter, their eyes full of mockery and contempt.
"Hahaha, Tarble, we two brothers have you to thank for finding all the Saiyans for us!"
"As a reward, we'll send every one of you straight to hell!"
"Are you ready to die?"
Faced with their provocation, Tarble and the Z Fighters remained completely composed.
Vegeta, Son Gohan, and Piccolo were especially calm.
When they sensed how weak their enemies' auras were, they didn't even feel like fighting.
But these two had come to hunt Tarble, so Vegeta wasn't about to sit back and do nothing. He sneered, "Hmph! You two pieces of trash dare to hunt Saiyans?!"
"Gohan, take care of these two."
"If you don't get moving, you'll be completely useless."
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