Everyone's Surprise and Speculation; The Pursuers Arrive

Hearing Tarble's words, Krillin and the others couldn't help but roll their eyes instinctively.

Listen to that!

Just listen!

Is that even human talk?

Complaining about only increasing his combat power by 29,000 after a year of training...

Does he need to seriously reflect on what he's actually saying!

Before Vegeta arrived, they had spent a whole year training, and their combat power had only increased by one or two thousand.

A combat power increase of 29,000, and he's still not satisfied?

Fine!

The Saiyan talent for training is truly so monstrous that it makes one envious and jealous!

Son Gohan and Piccolo were also shocked by Tarble's words, so shocked that they even resorted to telepathic communication.

"Uncle Piccolo, Uncle Tarble's talent might be much stronger than Dad's, Uncle Vegeta's, or even mine."

"But, if his talent is this strong, why haven't we ever heard Uncle Vegeta mention it?"

"Gohan, his talent might very well be higher than all of yours!"

"However, don't let yourself be intimidated by him."

"No matter how strong the talent is, it still requires time to train and improve."

"A combat power of 30,000 is nothing to boast about right now."

"But looking at Vegeta, he probably didn't know Tarble's talent would be this strong either."

"If I'm not mistaken, based on the usual practices of the Saiyans in the past, Tarble's birth combat power probably wasn't high."

"At the very least, it wouldn't have been higher than Vegeta's."

"It's even possible that he was at the same level as your father, a low-class Saiyan."

"Otherwise, Vegeta wouldn't have kept quiet about him all this time."

"Yes, Uncle Vegeta looks very surprised as well."

"Uncle Piccolo, your guess is likely correct."

When Vegeta heard Tarble's question, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

However, the look of surprise in his eyes grew even more intense.

Kakarot was also a low-class warrior; he remembered that when he perished alongside Raditz, his combat power was only a few hundred.

Later, he went to train with King Kai for a year, and he could only raise his combat power to 8,000.

Most importantly, the gravity on King Kai's planet was ten times that of Earth.

But now, Tarble had managed to increase his combat power by nearly 30,000 in just one year, under the same gravity as Earth!

Doesn't that mean Tarble's aptitude is even stronger than Kakarot's?!!

If this training speed isn't considered suitable for training, then what does that make him and Kakarot?

After the surprise came a pleasant shock.

The Saiyans of their royal bloodline were truly the most powerful!

Thinking of this, Vegeta suddenly raised an eyebrow slightly.

For a moment, he couldn't help but unfold his crossed arms and place one hand on Tarble's shoulder.

"Don't worry, your talent might be even more formidable than you imagine!"

But the next second, realizing this gesture didn't seem to fit his aloof and cold image, he immediately pulled his hand back.

He had always hoped to surpass Son Goku, but he had never been able to do so.

Now, seeing that Tarble's talent seemed even greater, he saw a glimmer of hope that he could surpass Kakarot.

The reason Vegeta was so obsessed with surpassing Son Goku was not just to prove his strength was superior, but to prove that the royal bloodline was more powerful than that of an ordinary Saiyan.

It was just a pity that he had never been able to fulfill that wish.

Therefore, he rarely mentioned his status as the Prince of Saiyans later on.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but because his strength was consistently inferior to Son Goku's; if he kept bringing up his status as the Prince of Saiyans, he would only feel humiliated.

"No, no, I'm just a low-class warrior. Big Brother is the Saiyan warrior with the strongest talent!"

There was no falsehood in Tarble's words.

If it weren't for the double training effect, he wouldn't have been able to increase his combat power by so much in just one year of training.

Hearing this, the corner of Vegeta's mouth twitched slightly, his expression turning somewhat ugly, and he didn't respond.

Because the phrase "the Saiyan warrior with the strongest talent" had struck a nerve.

Seeing this, Tarble pretended not to notice. He looked at Son Gohan and the others, then asked with feigned confusion, "Big Brother, are they all your subordinates?"

As soon as these words left his lips, Son Gohan's expression remained calm, even carrying a faint smile.

However, the others were a different story.

One had to remember that Piccolo and the others had all been killed once by Nappa.

Although it wasn't Vegeta who had personally done the deed, if Nappa hadn't been there at the time, Vegeta certainly would have killed them without a shred of mercy.

Therefore, upon hearing Tarble's words, they all instinctively gritted their teeth, their sharp, hateful gazes instantly raking over Vegeta.

They all wanted to see what the latter would say in response.

Vegeta frowned upon hearing this, his eyes sweeping quickly over Piccolo and the others. After two seconds of silence, he said, "They are not my subordinates. Even if I wanted to take them on as underlings, they wouldn't be willing."

"Our relationship is complicated; it's not something that can be explained in a short time."

"However, for now, we could be considered to be in the same camp."

"Of course, if they want to oppose me, I would also be very welcoming!"

The first half of his sentence had been fine, but the final remark made Piccolo and the others grit their teeth in secret.

If they had the strength, they would have loved to beat Vegeta to a pulp.

It was just a pity that their strength didn't allow for it.

Tarble rolled his eyes and laughed, "So, that makes you friends!"

Without giving them a chance to refute, he turned to face Son Gohan and the others, offering a collective greeting.

"Hello everyone, my name is Tarble, and I am Vegeta's younger brother."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all."

As the saying goes, one does not strike a smiling face.

Seeing Tarble being so polite, Piccolo and the others were surprised, but they responded one after another.

"Uncle Tarble, hello, I am Son Gohan."

"Hello, my name is Piccolo."

Seeing Tarble finish his greetings, Licks also took the initiative to introduce himself briefly.

In less than three minutes, both sides had a preliminary understanding of one another.

Less than ten seconds after the pleasantries ended, the pursuers' ships arrived.

The ships were also spherical, and there were only two of them.

Boom!

The two ships landed on the ground successfully, creating two large craters.

Before long, two strange red and blue creatures flew out of the deep pits.

At a glance, Tarble knew they were the two individuals who had chased him in the original story.

At the same time, he secretly activated the Insight Eye function 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's quite fitting!

Tarble inwardly mocked.

However, this combat power was indeed quite strong.

It was no wonder they had the audacity to try and replace Frieza; it was certainly much higher than Frieza's public power level of 530,000.

I wonder how much their strength will soar after they fuse!

While he was sizing up Abo and Cado, the opponents were observing them as well.

They spotted Tarble and Licks in their battle armor at a glance, along with the Z Fighters behind them.

Seeing the large number of people, they showed no signs of panic.

Instead, they activated their scouters first to detect everyone's power levels.

As the "beep" sounds ceased, they immediately burst into unbridled laughter, their eyes filled with mockery and disdain.

"Hahaha, Tarble, we brothers thank you for helping us find all the Saiyans!"

"As a token of our gratitude, we will send you all to hell without hesitation!"

"Are you ready to welcome death?"

Facing such provocation, Tarble and the Z Fighters appeared extremely composed.

Especially Vegeta, Son Gohan, and Piccolo.

Upon sensing that the enemies' energy was weak, they didn't even have the desire to make a move.

However, since these two had come hunting Tarble, Vegeta naturally wouldn't remain indifferent, sneering, "Hmph, two pieces of trash, and you dare to hunt us Saiyans?!"

"Gohan, these two are yours to handle."

"If you don't move a muscle again, you'll become completely useless."