Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

"Don't rush," Vegeta said with a smirk. "I have some questions to ask them."

"What are you saying?" Naba asked, puzzled.

He scratched his bald head and frowned.

What's the point of talking to a bunch of trash?

Klin and Bick remained silent, increasingly sensing the worsening situation.

They looked at each other and saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

This tall guy is already very impressive.

But that little guy looked stronger than him.

Otherwise, this tall guy wouldn't be so obedient.

"Is the Goku you're talking about Kakarot?" Vegeta asked with a grin, hands on his hips.

"Yes!" Klin gritted his teeth and answered truthfully, "So what!"

"Just as I heard on the scouter," Vegeta said, waving his index finger. "He was resurrected through the Dragon Balls, is that what you mean?"

After saying that, he burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha! So the savior you were hoping for was Kakarot!"

Neither Klin nor Bick said a word.

Klin clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

Piccolo's gaze was dark as he stared intently at Vegeta's every move.

"Useless trash who can't even beat Raditz." Vegeta chuckled contemptuously. "What good would it do even if he came?"

"Goku is different now!" Krillin shouted, clenching his left fist in front of him, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "He's definitely become even stronger!"

"You can't beat Goku!" Piccolo shouted in a deep voice.

"Hahaha!" Naba laughed coldly. "Then why didn't he come and try? Was he too scared to come and run away already?"

"They're coming!" Gohan gritted his teeth, leaned halfway out from behind Piccolo, and shouted with all his might, "My dad will definitely come! He'll definitely come and deal with you!"

"Hmph, hmph, hmph." Vegeta chuckled, a bright smile spreading across his face. "Interesting."

He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over Krillin, Piccolo, and Gohan.

"Alright, let's wait for him to come!"

"What?!" Nappa cried out in alarm, "Vegeta! Are you kidding me? That guy isn't coming!"

He clenched his fists, his whole body surging with arrogance.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Naba roared. "Let me just finish them off already!"

"Just three hours." Vegeta slowly held up three fingers and chuckled. "No waiting after that."

"Three hours?" Naba grew increasingly annoyed and shouted angrily, "What are we going to do for three hours? We've been sleeping all day, and we're itching for a fight! Waiting is pointless!"

As he spoke, Naba moved, preparing to attack.

He pushed off with his feet in the air, leaned forward, and pulled his arms back.

A surge of violent energy gathered in his palm.

"That's utterly foolish," Naba said in a deep voice. "I'm going to play the game!"

Nappa ignored Vegeta and planned to launch a fatal attack on the three of them.

"Nappa!" Vegeta suddenly raised his voice, his voice cold and sharp. "Are you disobeying me?"

Naba's body suddenly stiffened.

"what……"

Naba suddenly realized something and slammed on the brakes again in mid-air.

This time the brakes were even more forceful than the last, and the air exploded in front of him, creating visible ripples.

Naba's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Bick below was also startled, his pupils shrinking sharply.

He felt the oppressive aura emanating from Vegeta.

It wasn't directed at them; it was just a casual remark.

But that oppressive aura had already terrified Naba to this extent.

"I...I'm so sorry!" Nappa hurriedly apologized to Vegeta, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "I lost control of myself!"

"That's settled then." Vegeta withdrew his gaze, looked back at Krillin and the others, and smiled. "I extended your lifespans; you should thank me."

Krillin didn't speak, he just stared intently at Vegeta.

grateful?

Are you kidding me?

The fighting between the two sides then ceased.

Vegeta also found a rock and slowly sat down.

He crossed one leg over the other, crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back against a rock, squinted his eyes, and patiently waited for Sun Wukong to arrive.

Nappa also landed from the air, stood beside Vegeta, crossed his arms, and stared at the three people opposite him with a displeased expression.

Piccolo, Krillin, and Gohan gathered together and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry," Gohan stammered, head bowed, avoiding Piccolo's gaze. "I was scared... I didn't..."

"Get out of my way!" Piccolo snapped, "What good is a coward like you? You've let me down!"

"Don't say that, Piccolo," Krillin quickly advised. "After all, this is Gohan's first time participating in a battle."

Bick snorted, turned his head away, and stopped talking.

……

"Hey Vegeta," Nappa scratched his bald head and asked in a low voice, "why are we waiting for Goku?"

"Because he is a traitor to us Saiyans," Vegeta said, picking up the scouter from the ground and putting it on his ear.

The detector emitted a soft sound, and several sets of data appeared on the screen.

Vegeta glanced at it and chuckled, "This traitor must be eliminated."

He paused, and the smile on his lips turned sinister.

"First, kill his son and his companion in his presence."

"Then slowly subdue him, leaving him powerless to resist and struggling in agony."

"In another three or four hours, we'll be able to put on a hellish exhibition!"

"So that's how it is!" Nappa exclaimed excitedly, rubbing his hands together. "That's wonderful, Vegeta!"

"Within three hours." Vegeta's lips curled into a smile. "If he comes, that's what we'll do."

"Kakarot is yours." Nappa licked his lips, turning his gaze to Krillin and the other two in the distance. "As for the other three, I'll teach them a lesson."

"Suit yourself," Vegeta snorted. "But don't forget about making that Namekian spit out the Dragon Balls."

"Don't worry." Nappa patted his chest, his anticipation growing. "It would be great if Kakarot could come."

At this point, he scratched his head again, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"But speaking of Saiyans, Vegeta," Nappa mused, "have we forgotten about another one?"

"Who?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"Zoro," Nappa smiled, "that guy who's a low-class warrior like Kakarot."

"Oh?" Vegeta chuckled, narrowing his eyes. "I had almost forgotten about that guy if you hadn't mentioned him."

He stretched and spoke casually.

"Once we've sorted things out on Earth, we can go there while we're at it..."

Vegeta couldn't quite remember the name of the planet Solo was on, and he frowned as he thought about it.

"It seems to be called Planet Arantis," Naba replied after thinking for a moment.