Buzz!
The next moment, Vegeta inadvertently caught sight of a figure far off to the side. An idea suddenly struck him, and his brows rose as though he had thought of a way to deal with the situation.
A thousand meters to Vegeta's side stood an extremely tiny figure.
Vegeta was very familiar with that small figure. It was Gohan, the brat he had once used on Earth!
"At this point, I can only give it a try."
Vegeta muttered, then suddenly slowed down.
As Vegeta's speed dropped, Frieza naturally caught up with him.
"Hehehe... Vegeta, why aren't you running anymore? Are you planning to bow your head, admit your mistake, and beg this king for forgiveness?" Frieza blocked Vegeta's path, arms folded across his chest as he mocked him.
His tone was exceedingly indifferent, yet it faintly carried a chilling killing intent.
"I suppose you won't listen no matter what I say now. Besides, I am the lofty Prince Vegeta!"
After Frieza intercepted him, Vegeta showed no fear. Instead, he shouted, "How could this prince possibly submit to trash like you?! Dream on!"
Vegeta's attitude surprised Frieza slightly, but after that brief surprise, the mocking smile remained on his lips.
"You're at death's door and still acting tough. Should I praise you for being brave, or foolish?" Frieza sneered coldly.
In Frieza's eyes, Vegeta was already fish on the chopping block. With a mere thought, he could slaughter him however he pleased.
To put it bluntly, Frieza saw Vegeta as a dead man.
"Hehehe..."
Vegeta lowered his head slightly and let out a strange laugh.
"What? Were you scared out of your mind?"
Hearing Vegeta's foolish laughter, Frieza started laughing as well.
"You're right."
Vegeta spoke in a low voice, "I followed a demon who slaughtered my entire Saiyan