Bulma frowned slightly. What a rude guy!
"Where did you hear the name Son Goku?" asked Son Gohan, standing beside Bulma as he scrutinized the wounded Vegeta.
Vegeta took a breath and snorted. "From some strange old man."
So it really was Master Tsuru who sent him… Son Gohan nodded. "The Son Goku you speak of is my grandson, her husband, and that child's father. He's also the second strongest fighter on this planet—and the most outstanding disciple of this island's master. Now speak. Why are you looking for him?"
"You'd better tell us honestly," Bulma added with a playful smile, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Otherwise… getting onto this island might've been easy, but leaving won't be! I'd advise you not to mess with this island's master. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, or crawl back under that Frieza's command, it won't help you one bit!"
Vegeta clutched his injured shoulder, breathing heavily, and merely snorted without replying to Bulma.
Instead, he looked at Son Gohan and asked, "This Son Goku of yours—does he have a tail like mine?" As he spoke, the tail coiled around his waist like a belt unfurled and hung down, swaying in front of the trio.
"Ah!" exclaimed Son Gosen, pointing from Bulma's arms and curiously muttering, "Mom, his tail looks just like mine! Hmm… and Daddy's too!"
"I see what you mean," Son Gohan nodded, glancing toward the northern sky and murmuring, "Goku should be here soon. Very well—"
He pulled a Senzu Bean from inside his robe, flicked it with his fingers—
Whoosh!
Vegeta instinctively raised his hand and caught it, the force of the bean shocking his palm numb. Opening his hand, he found what looked like an ordinary little bean.
"Grandpa Gohan, why'd you give him a Senzu Bean? He doesn't look like a good person!" said Bulma, eyeing Vegeta sideways and huffing. "Honestly, besides Goku, I've never met a Saiyan who wasn't a problem. Just like that Kakarot guy…"
Clever as ever, and having learned about Goku's origins in the past, she had long since guessed where Vegeta came from.
Kakarot?
Vegeta's ears twitched. His Saiyan hearing far surpassed that of Earthlings, and he'd caught the name Bulma whispered.
That was a Saiyan-style name!
Crunch!
Vegeta popped the Senzu Bean into his mouth. As soon as he swallowed it, he felt a warm energy surge within him, spreading rapidly through his body. It was as if something deep inside had been reactivated—his injuries, his pain, his exhaustion… all vanished in an instant!
His power level jumped significantly.
Ninety thousand!
No—maybe close to a hundred thousand now!
"What… what kind of bean is this?!"
Shocked, Vegeta also felt a rising heat within—a primal heat born from the surge in strength. But just as he was about to straighten up with his renewed vitality—
Boom!
A heavy hand landed on his shoulder like a mountain, slamming him back into the ground.
"Come now, young Saiyan," said Son Gohan, who had somehow appeared beside him, his voice gentle.
Vegeta's scalp went numb, a cold dread creeping down his spine.
Cawww—
The phoenix hovered overhead, wings spread wide, casting a warning glance down at Vegeta.
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When Son Gohan, Bulma, Son Gosen, and the solemn-faced Vegeta returned, Hathaway was seated by the same small table on the grassy lawn, basking in the warm sunlight and soft breeze as she browsed through a faint green screen floating in the air.
"If I remember correctly… your master once said that among the Saiyan race, aside from Goku…"
She studied the three behind Son Gohan, Vegeta who had followed along, with eyes that seemed to pierce the heart — as if immediately seeing through Vegeta's true nature. She spoke softly, "Only one bloodline survivor remains, right? The Saiyan prince?"
Vegeta frowned slightly and turned his head, snorting.
At the same time, he was deeply surprised. "Island master," "master," "Grandpa Taro"… he had heard these titles many times on the way here, and they all seemed to point to the same person. What puzzled him even more was that this person, living on remote Earth, seemed to know a great deal about their Saiyan race—and was no stranger to Frieza!
Could it be that they had even faced off against Frieza?!
Vegeta absolutely refused to believe anyone could survive Frieza's terrible grasp. Perhaps it was just a lucky native who had overheard scraps about Frieza… or maybe learned from that Son Goku, or rather Kakarot?
But another problem troubled Vegeta.
If that "Son Goku" was the Saiyan infant sent here before Vegeta's destruction… then it made no sense for another Saiyan named "Kakarot" to exist here!
There would never be a case where two newborn infants were sent to the same planet!
Since newborn infants were dispatched to conquer a planet, it had to be a very weak and barren target! If it was too strong to conquer, real Saiyan warriors would have been sent instead—there would be no need to send two infants. That was illogical!
So, what was the truth about "Son Goku" and "Kakarot"?
And who was this "island master" or "master" exactly?
Bulma stepped close to Vegeta, squinting her eyes and letting out a small "hoh," "Prince, it seems… you've got some little scheme brewing in your mind?"
"...Stay away from me, Earth woman!" Vegeta frowned and took a half step back. What a rude woman!
"Hmph. For someone like you who comes to Earth to do bad things, you'd better behave or you might lose your life! Otherwise… my Grandpa Taro won't be so polite with you! Put away your little tricks, they're useless!" Bulma straightened up, disdain in her voice.
Vegeta couldn't help but sneer coldly. "Don't think that just because you can beat me it means anything. Another squad that came with us landed at the planet's North Pole… though four of the five are trash, the captain leading them is no joke! You—"
"You mean those guys? They don't look all that impressive!" Bulma placed her hands on her hips, rolled her eyes, then waved and shouted toward the sky, "Honey~ you're back~~"
What?!
Vegeta turned sharply to the sky. There, a tall young man in a white martial arts uniform held onto a rope dragging six people suspended in midair. They were:
A purple-skinned man with two black pointed horns, a red-skinned man with long white hair, a blue-skinned man with a frog-like face but no pupils, a red-haired man with no eyebrows, a toad-like creature with eyeballs on his temples, and… a small bald man in a white martial arts uniform.
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