With his strength restored, Vegeta tugged uncomfortably at the pitch-black collar newly fitted around his neck, his eyes smoldering with suppressed humiliation and rage.
"Just a little screening device."
Josen raised a hand, and the collar around Vegeta's neck turned transparent and vanished beneath his skin.
"As long as you stop doing evil, this device won't restrict your movements. On the contrary, it can even control the gravity acting on your body to help you train."
"Tch. Got it."
Hearing that it was a training tool that could help him grow stronger, the prickly prince gave a cold snort, grudgingly accepting it.
When the three returned to the spectator stands in matching orange martial arts uniforms, the Z Fighters' jaws hit the floor.
They had been fighting to the death just moments ago, and now, in less time than it took to eat a meal, they were supposed to be on the same side!?
That made no sense!!
But with Josen and Son Goku vouching for him, no one could say much, despite their misgivings.
After all, Raditz had already set a precedent.
Speaking of Raditz, he was the most panicked person present.
-Why was Vegeta still alive!? Someone help!!
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Sweating profusely, he rubbed his hands together and sidled over, trying to ingratiate himself with the prince whose side he was now back on. "Lord Vegeta, I had no choice back then..."
Vegeta answered with a sidelong glance, his level voice exceptionally icy. "Get lost."
"Right away!"
Raditz retreated in defeat within a second.
The deserted wilderness battlefield.
After everyone left, night fell.
A breeze carried in a cloud of fine sand that kept glittering in the moonlight. Three streams of it settled on the severed tails Vegeta, Raditz, and Son Gohan had left behind.
The rest scattered,