Two Years Old with 3000 Combat Power, Too Bad They Met Me with 11000

Gou Kong left Nappa there still making a racket and shifted his gaze, locking firmly onto the little bean sprout in front of him, the one puffing out his chest with an arrogant look on his face.

"So, little prince, you understand what I'm saying, right?" Gou Kong's voice was low and even, yet carried an undeniable pressure. "Since this is training, not a fight to the death, I'll hold back and try not to hurt you too badly, so that precious body of yours doesn't run into any problems."

Watching Vegeta's tiny brows knit together in an instant, the corner of Gou Kong's mouth curved almost imperceptibly as he continued twisting the knife. "Of course, accidents can always happen. If you can't control your strength and end up with a few little injuries, there's no need to panic. This Training Center is equipped with the most advanced Medical Pods on all of Planet Vegeta. Just lie down in one and you'll be healed right away. Besides, with us Saiyans' physiques, our combat power actually shoots up after we recover from serious injuries. That's called a blessing in disguise, killing two birds with one stone. Got it?"

Gou Kong paused, deliberately emphasizing his words as he wrapped the cruel truth in a layer of sugar. "As long as you don't go getting yourself killed, there won't be a problem. Remember, our goal is to avoid dying on the spot."

"You're going to hold back against me?" Vegeta's pitch-black eyes went wide in an instant, his childish voice full of disbelief and fury at being looked down on. "How dare you ignore me, Vegeta? I am a super elite among Saiyans!"

"I've never ignored you, so calm down." Gou Kong crossed his arms and looked down at the little guy, who only reached his knees, without the slightest warmth in his eyes. "I acknowledge that you have the talent to earn the title of 'elite,' but that doesn't mean your current combat power is higher than mine. Greater talent doesn't change the reality of the present. When you're learning, put away that excess pride of yours."

"Wh... what!"

Looking at the bulging vein on Vegeta's forehead, Gou Kong couldn't help grumbling inwardly.

The monster that had come out of that incubator really was terrifying. His mental maturity didn't match that tiny shell of a body at all.

How was this a two-year-old child?

He was clearly a battle puppet forced to grow too fast!

"Nappa! Give me the Scouter you brought!" Vegeta had clearly been completely enraged by Gou Kong's calm attitude. His little face flushed red as he turned and shouted at Nappa beside him. "I want to see exactly how high this guy's combat power is!"

"Ah... y-yes!" Nappa was stunned by the sudden turn of events. Flustered, he pulled the sci-fi-style green eyepiece from his clothes and respectfully handed it over.

"Aren't you quite capable? How dare you disregard this prince's orders!" Vegeta snatched the Scouter away, roughly put it over his left eye, and did not forget to glare viciously at Gou Kong as he pressed the start button. "Let's see just how much you, a low-class warrior, are worth!"

Hmph, didn't he say he wasn't ignoring me?

Who's he trying to fool?

Vegeta fumed inwardly.

Although he did not know Gou Kong's exact strength, when he thought of himself as a prince blessed with extraordinary talent, his combat power certainly could not be low. The anger he felt from being offended eased slightly, turning instead into anticipation of slapping Gou Kong in the face.

"Click."

The Scouter started up, and a faint blue glow instantly lit up on the lens.

Immediately afterward, a rapid series of electronic beeps rang out, beep beep beep, as the Scouter frantically scanned the energy values around Gou Kong's body.

At first, Vegeta still wore that signature arrogant smile, as if he had already foreseen Gou Kong's unsightly combat data.

However, as the string of red numbers on the screen began to jump and surge wildly, his young little face gradually stiffened. His smile froze in an instant, replaced by a ghost-seeing terror.

"Wh-what? 11000?"

The hand Vegeta used to hold the Scouter began trembling violently beyond his control, and his tiny body even swayed, nearly failing to stand steady.

A combat power of 11000?

How was that possible!

This was a number far beyond his imagination!

"It's actually higher than King Vegeta's combat power!"

Behind Vegeta, who had gone completely speechless, his pupils quaking, Nappa let out an earth-shaking shriek.

The simple, burly man now had his mouth wide open, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor, and his bull-like eyes were fixed on Gou Kong as though he were looking at a monster.

"Hey! Brother Gou Kong! What's going on? Wasn't your combat power 9500 before? How long has it been, and it's gone up again?" Nappa's voice cracked, carrying one hundred and twenty thousand parts disbelief.

"That's just how things are. Changes happen a little fast." Gou Kong shrugged, his expression calm and breezy, as if a combat power of 11000 were as simple as eating and drinking.

"Is this real? What exactly is your body made of? This is the first time I've ever seen a Saiyan whose combat power rises this ridiculously! This speed is absurd... no, it overturns everything we know!" Nappa circled Gou Kong twice, muttering nonstop. "Your Highness! Is this data accurate?! That's 11000 combat power! This is gonna rewrite Saiyan history!"

Ignoring Nappa's parrot-like exclamations behind him, Gou Kong turned his gaze back to Vegeta.

At this moment, Vegeta had completely lost the arrogance and bravado from earlier. His whole body seemed to have been frozen in place as he stood there blankly, only his chest heaving violently from his rapid breathing.

The terrifying data displayed on the Scouter had clearly dealt him a critical hit worth a hundred thousand damage.

"All right, the data's confirmed. No problems now, right?" Gou Kong waved his hand impatiently, cutting off Nappa's racket. "Since the gap's been made clear, let's stop wasting time. Begin."

After warning Nappa to shut up, Gou Kong casually took a starting stance in front of Vegeta.

The movement looked loose and relaxed, but hidden within it was something profound. The power of his entire body gathered into a single point, and his aura instantly locked onto the little bean sprout across from him.

Only then did Vegeta snap back as if waking from a dream. The terror on his face was quickly replaced by a ruthlessness mixed with humiliation and unwillingness.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his little hands into fists, and likewise assumed the standard Saiyan fighting stance. His eyes watched Gou Kong warily, his gaze as though he wanted to swallow the "monster" before him alive.

"Indeed... if the data is real, then your combat power is above King Vegeta's, enough for you to act arrogant for a while." Vegeta's voice trembled slightly, but he still stubbornly straightened his back. "But don't get too pleased with yourself! It won't be long before my combat power surpasses King Vegeta's! In the end, I'll become stronger than all of you! This body is destined to become the strongest Saiyan in history!"

"Oh? You've got spirit." Hearing that, Gou Kong not only did not get angry, but instead smiled with interest.

This little brat's mental toughness was pretty solid. Even after taking such a heavy blow, he could still run his mouth.

To be honest, Gou Kong did not like Vegeta's arrogant, contemptuous attitude at all, but he did admire that refusal to admit defeat.

This was the kind of fighting spirit a Saiyan should have. Even when facing an insurmountable mountain, one had to have the ambition to flatten it.

"Then let me see what you can do. Remember what you just said. When you get beaten flat in a moment, don't start crying."

"Hmph! Do you think this prince would break his word like you low-class warriors?" Vegeta lifted his chin, that arrogance returning again, though his confidence was clearly lacking.

Looking at Vegeta forcing himself to act tough, the smile at the corner of Gou Kong's mouth deepened.

He gave a fierce shout, his voice booming like a great bell, shaking the air in the training ground until it seemed to tremble:

"Come at me with everything you've got! My combat power is clearly stronger than yours. No matter what moves you use, I can take them! Let it all out without holding anything back, and don't be timid!"

"Hahaha!"

Vegeta answered Gou Kong with a roar brimming with fighting spirit.

The little guy clenched both fists, his knuckles turning white, and the vast energy within him, belonging to a super elite, erupted like a volcano!

Boom!

With Vegeta at the center, gray waves of aura shot into the sky, churning violently like burning flames as they enveloped that tiny body.

The raging airflow blew his black hair backward, and the corners of his clothes snapped loudly.

"Beep, beep, beep—!"

The Scouter over Gou Kong's left eye instantly let out a shrill alarm, and the string of numbers on the screen began jumping wildly:

"2000... 2500... 2800... 3000!"

3000!

A flash of genuine surprise crossed Gou Kong's eyes.

Good grief, as expected of the male lead's rival template!

He had a combat power of 3000 at just two years old?

That was already the level of a proper high-class warrior!

In all of Saiyan history, he was probably one of a kind.

That growth rate was practically cheating!

Looking at Vegeta, wrapped in waves of aura like an angry little lion, Gou Kong secretly marveled.

This kid's potential really was terrifying. Given time, he would definitely become a ruthless figure who could stir up storms across the universe.

However...

Gou Kong looked at the "3000" frozen on the screen, then compared it to his own value of 11000, and gently shook his head.

Potential was still only potential in the end.

Before an absolute gap in strength, no matter how dazzling a talent was, right now it was still nothing more than the glow of a firefly. Did it dare vie with the bright moon?