For some reason, Vulcan felt like he was in great form today. Perhaps his anger had given him greater strength, because he found that he could actually chase Gladiator down and beat him.
The last time they fought, Gladiator had nearly killed him, and Deathbird had been the one to save him.
No, that's not right. How could that bitch possibly have saved me out of kindness?
Thinking of Deathbird only made Vulcan angrier, because today he had discovered the whole truth. He also understood why, the moment Gladiator saw her arrive last time, he had stopped fighting and chosen to retreat.
That bitch must have secretly signaled him, right? Those two adulterers must be plotting something, right?
That's it, I get it!
Aside from the first time they fought, when Gladiator put on a fake show of exchanging a few blows with Deathbird, every one of their dozen or so encounters afterward ended with him leaving the moment he saw her.
Obviously, I was being used.
Deathbird planned to use me to kill her sister and seize the throne, while Gladiator deliberately allowed it to happen. He could pretend to be no match for us and stand by to watch the show.
Once I unified the Shi'ar, Deathbird, as the woman in my bed, would have plenty of chances. She would secretly notify Gladiator, who was hiding in the shadows, and the two of them would join forces to murder me.
That way, as long as I met an unfortunate end, that outsider who wasn't even part of the royal family could, just like me, marry Deathbird and become Emperor.
I've seen through that dog couple's plan!
As he chased Gladiator and attacked him, Vulcan wildly spun theories in his head. Perhaps the radiation in space had inspired him,