"Haha! Hahahaha! I, Vegeta, have actually been resurrected! I never thought I'd see this day! Frieza, oh, Frieza—you must be furious right now, huh? You can rot in Hell!"
Vegeta laughed wildly, his face twisting into a sneer.
Just a moment ago, he had been tormented by Frieza after death. He had been seething with resentment, but now they were separated by life and death, and no one could hold him back anymore.
From now on, the sky was the limit!
He, Vegeta, would gradually conquer the universe, take Frieza's place, and become the new Emperor of the Universe.
Even if threats like Frieza's father, King Cold, still existed, as long as he was alive—as long as he kept living—he could grow stronger. And once he grew strong enough, he would surely become a Super Saiyan, powerful enough to surpass Kakarot, that Low-Class Warrior.
Clearly, Vegeta had no idea what had really happened. He still thought Son Goku had become a Super Saiyan and killed Frieza.
So, deep down, he had made Son Goku his ultimate target.
"Hmm? Why is it getting dark on Planet Namek? Wait!"
At that moment, Vegeta sensed something strange and snapped back to attention.
Realizing what might have happened, he immediately widened his eyes and looked toward the direction of the energy he sensed, astonishment flashing across his face.
"That's Planet Namek's Dragon! What in the world is going on? The Dragon was already—no, wait. Since I've been resurrected, something must have happened..."
As he spoke, a look of madness came over Vegeta's face again. "Good! Very good! I don't know how the Dragon was restored, but this is the best thing that could've happened to me! You never imagined you'd bring me back to life, did you? Heh heh heh!"
He didn't believe Kakarot and the others would have willingly used the Dragon to resurrect him.
After all, they were enemies. He had even invaded Earth and caused destruction there.
He hadn't personally killed those who died, but Nappa had acted on his orders, so they had died because of him.
After thinking it over for a moment, Vegeta leapt into the air, powered up, and raced toward Porunga.
He wanted to find out what had happened.
And see whether he had a chance to make a wish.
It wasn't far. At the speed he could reach with his current strength, he arrived in just twenty or thirty seconds.
He immediately spotted Son Goku, Piccolo, Krillin, Son Gohan, and Bulma on the ground—and Ron, of course.
Without hesitation, he landed in front of them and stared coldly at Son Goku, ignoring everyone else.
In Vegeta's mind, only Kakarot was worth taking seriously. Even if Piccolo, a Namekian, had gotten stronger, he was still no match for Vegeta.
Especially now.
Their eyes met, and Son Goku spoke first with a smile. "Looks like you've gotten stronger since you were resurrected. I hope you can change your ways and stop hurting people, invading other planets, and causing destruction."
At Son Goku's words, Vegeta gave a snort.
He was a little stunned and found it hard to believe.
He suspected that he'd been resurrected thanks to the wish these people had made.
But Kakarot's words made it clear that his resurrection hadn't surprised him at all.
So had they deliberately brought him back?
Vegeta's thoughts were in disarray.
But he quickly regained his composure.
"Hmph! Don't think that just because you wished me back to life, I'll be overflowing with gratitude! Kakarot, you're either incredibly naive or far too softhearted. I'm your enemy—aren't you afraid I'll turn on you? I'm the Saiyan Prince! Why would I ever obey you?" Vegeta said arrogantly.
As he spoke, he quietly clenched his fists, unwilling to accept it.
Kakarot's expression had dealt a serious blow to his pride.
When no one answered, Vegeta took a deep breath and continued, "Show me what a real Super Saiyan looks like, Kakarot!"
Son Goku raised a hand and scratched his head, looking a little helpless.
"I'm afraid I can't. I wish I could become a Super Saiyan too, but I'm not the one who did." As he spoke, Son Goku gestured toward Ron, prompting Vegeta to look his way. "He's the one who became a Super Saiyan. Ron."
"What did you say?!" Vegeta turned to look at Ron in disbelief.
Only then did his pupils contract.
The information he got from sensing Ron's energy made his heart skip a beat.
He hadn't paid any attention to Ron before. As far as he was concerned, even if there was someone he didn't recognize, they couldn't possibly be stronger than him—or Kakarot.
He'd even assumed, without thinking, that Ron was an Earthling.
He never imagined Ron would be a Saiyan—and the actual Super Saiyan who had defeated Frieza.
"Impossible! As far as I know, the only Saiyans still alive in this world should be me and Kakarot, with that Half-Saiyan brat as the sole exception! Where did you come from?!" Vegeta stared at Ron.
"Is it that hard to believe? If I were you, I'd find it hard to believe too. But the facts are right in front of you. I'm a Saiyan. My battle power was 100 at birth. I left Planet Vegeta when I was three and escaped the planet's destruction. In the blink of an eye, twenty-five years have passed!" Ron didn't explain much, but those few simple words were enough to reveal who he was—and to tell Vegeta that he, too, had once been a Low-Class Warrior.
He might not have been among the very lowest of the Low-Class Warriors, but with a battle power of 100, he was still dozens of times weaker than Vegeta, the Saiyan Prince.
Vegeta's breathing grew ragged.
He couldn't believe it, but he had no choice but to accept it.
Reality was right there in front of him.
He couldn't accept it.
He was even starting to feel lost.
Why?!
He was the Saiyan Prince, hailed as the most talented warrior in a hundred years!
Everyone had placed their hopes in him. He was expected to become the Legendary Super Saiyan.
But now, this prince had become a joke.
First Kakarot had surpassed him, and now another Low-Class Warrior had appeared and left him far behind.
"Hmph! Some people just can't accept reality. How pathetic," Piccolo suddenly said, his voice full of disdain and mockery.
The meaning was obvious: So this is what it feels like.
Vegeta had been so imposing when he came to Earth.
Now, Piccolo didn't consider him a threat at all.
Even if the power inside Piccolo had been granted by Ron and was only temporary, he was using it to gradually adapt and break through his limits.
At the very least, the peak of his current power would be twice what it had been at his strongest before, even after Ron's power was used up.
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