"As you know, Saiyans are judged by their power level at birth to determine their potential," Reg spoke to himself. "Do you know what Father King looked like when he saw my initial power level? Do you know how spectacular his expression was?"
"Tell me," Vegeta said with a smile.
I just love watching you act all cool and proud.
I think you're better at showing off than I am. /
From now on, you'll be the vanguard.
I'll be your solid backup.
"Do you know what my power level was at birth? It’ll shock you to hear it!" Reg chuckled, slowly holding up five fingers.
"So it was only 5, a bit stronger than that Kakarot guy, whose power level was 2," Vegeta remarked.
Reg: "..."
You've completely thrown me off.
"Idiot! How could it only be 5!" Reg shouted. "It was 50,000! 50,000! 50,000! Did you hear me clearly?"
"50,000 it is, why are you so angry at me?" Vegeta asked.
Reg panted heavily.
This brat is so annoying.
"Hmph, you still haven't realized your brother's true strength!" Supari snorted. "Vegeta, let me tell you, your brother is the true legendary warrior! The strongest Saiyan in the universe, an ancient-level Saiyan! He is the true heir to the Saiyan throne of the future."
"Legendary warrior?" Vegeta blinked. "I've played Legend, but I played a mage, not a warrior."
"I don't understand what you're saying!" Supari's chest heaved with anger.
"Mmm-hmm... the way you look when you're angry is another kind of charm," Vegeta mused.
"You..." Supari gritted his teeth, realizing he was being toyed with by this little brat.
However, thinking that the other party was just a child, Supari felt there was nothing to be angry about.
"Your father did his utmost to conceal everything about your brother from Frieza," Supari continued. "And you, on the other hand, enjoyed prosperity on Planet Vegeta! A true prince was forced to come to this godforsaken planet! Do you know how much we hate you! We even wake up from nightmares."
"That's right, this is our life, Vegeta," Reg nodded. "From the time I remember, I began to hate you. We were born on the same day, and I know our father very well! He thought you were easier to control! So he kept you here to enjoy prosperity on Planet Vegeta, while throwing me here like trash!"
Vegeta: "..."
"Cough, cough, did you guys misunderstand something? You should hate Father King," Vegeta sighed.
These two idiots.
What's the point of hating me?
It's like an assassin trying to kill a severely wounded person, but they kill the doctor instead.
Why don't you stab him?
What are you stabbing the doctor for?
Vegeta felt that these two were essentially saying that.
"Alright, I've basically said what I needed to say. Now, my revenge plan begins!" Reg chuckled and looked at Vegeta. "Do you prefer ground combat or aerial combat?"
"Sister-in-law, do you prefer aerial combat or ground combat? Or any other battlefield, like the bed, the grass, the office..." Vegeta turned to ask Supari.
Supari: "..."
This hateful little guy!
Wait a minute!
He's not that young anymore.
He and Reg were born on the same day, month, and year.
However, why is he so small? Just like a child?
Reg: "..."
Why do you keep teasing my wife?
Saiyans don't do this.
"Since you don't want to choose, I'll choose for you!" Reg snorted. "Aerial combat it is!"
"Very well," Vegeta nodded. "Next, I will show you a realm you can never reach."
"A realm I can never reach?" Reg was taken aback.
"Hoo..."
Vegeta took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
"Snap!"
The next moment, Vegeta's energy vanished.
"What? You dispersed all your Ki?" Reg was astonished and asked.
"Come on, attack me as much as you want," Vegeta beckoned to Reg.
High in the sky.
"This... this kid... Vegeta, what is this kid doing..." Rumssi was stunned.
"Oh my, oh my... Isn't he using Angelic power?" Kusu was also a little surprised. "I didn't expect his normal state Angelic power concentration to have increased again, reaching 45% concentration."
"Is this guy even human?" Rumssi gritted his teeth. "I've never seen him train so much!"
"Perhaps it's the remaining power accumulated from previous training..." Kusu speculated.
"By the way, does Vegeta still drink that stuff called Sacred Water?" Rumssi asked.
"He stopped three years ago," Kusu shook her head. "He really reached his limit."
"That's true... I thought that stuff could keep increasing his power," Rumssi sighed. "But speaking of which, his power has already reached its peak and has long been transforming towards divine power."
"Yes, yes," Kusu nodded. "It seems Vegeta intends to use Angelic skills to challenge his brother."
Rumssi fell silent, staring intently at Vegeta and Reg below, who were preparing to fight.
Reg's expression also became serious.
At this moment, Reg was quite shocked.
Because Reg couldn't sense Vegeta's presence at all.
It was as if Vegeta had vanished into thin air.
Yet Vegeta was suspended there.
He didn't even feel him breathing.
It was truly strange.
This time, Vegeta extended his hands.
It wasn't that Reg was particularly powerful.
It was just that Vegeta wanted to move his hands.
Keeping them in his pockets all day would be too much for the pockets.
Moreover, this time Vegeta intended to use pure Angelic power to fight.
Angels have their own fighting style.
Gods of Destruction have their own fighting style.
The two are different.
An Angel's fighting style can be understood as a form of Ultra Instinct combat.
A God of Destruction's fighting style can be referenced as Self-cognizant Instinct.
"Stop with your theatrics!" Reg roared, his energy erupting wildly.
"Whoosh!"
Reg flew towards Vegeta's location and threw a quick punch.
Vegeta slightly sidestepped, deftly dodging Reg's incoming fist.
"Bang!"
Vegeta's knee shot upwards, striking Reg directly in the abdomen.
"Ah..."
Reg let out a cry of pain.