"Supari, what did Vegeta tell you when I was fighting that bastard Broly?" Reg's face grew cold.
"N-nothing much…" Supari felt a pang of guilt.
"That golden whip, it felt very strange…" Reg glanced again in the direction of the golden whip.
He had a nagging feeling he'd seen that thing somewhere before.
The way it coiled…
What in the world was it?
What was Vegeta doing with a golden whip here?
Looking back, Broly had already emerged from his cube and was studying the planet's flora not far away.
"Brother, I won't go. I'm quite happy living here," Tarble said with a smile.
"Tarble, if you ever encounter a problem you can't solve, or if someone bullies you, I, as your brother, may be too far away to help," Vegeta sighed.
"Haha, no matter what, I'm still a Saiyan," Tarble laughed. "While my combat power is far inferior to yours, I'm at least considered a somewhat powerful being in the universe!"
"Alright, since you've made up your mind, I won't force you," Vegeta smiled.
"Hmph, Tarble, you're a useless piece of trash!" Reg scoffed, shaking his head in disappointment.
His younger brother's combat power was simply unbearable to look at.
Too weak.
A Saiyan like him was a disgrace to our royal lineage.
"Don't you dare claim to be a member of our royal family in the future, lest you bring shame upon us," Reg snorted coldly.
Tarble: "????"
Who are you?
Do I know you?
Tarble looked at Reg and then at Vegeta, a look of confusion on his face.
Tarble didn't recognize Reg.
In fact, if Vegeta hadn't read fanfiction, he wouldn't have known about Reg.
"Ignore him. We're leaving," Vegeta said.
"Brother… aren't you staying for a meal?" Tarble suggested.
"Kid, what good food can you make?" Rumsi's interest was piqued at the mention of a meal.
Vegeta's cooking was already so delicious.
His brother shouldn't be too far behind.
"I can cook a few dishes. I think they taste quite good," Tarble said with a sheepish grin.
"Vegeta, I'll stay for a meal. It's a good chance to see what your brother's cooking is like," Rumsi suggested.
"Alright, then we'll leave after eating," Vegeta agreed without objection.
"Then please wait a moment. I'll go prepare the ingredients and get everything ready right away," Tarble cheerfully went to prepare the food.
Reg, however, was secretly delighted.
Excellent!
I can eat something.
As long as I eat and fill my stomach, my energy will basically recover.
I believe the injuries on my body will also fully heal soon.
By then, I can transform into a Super Saiyan in my optimal state.
Reg's face was filled with anticipation.
Tarble soon prepared a table full of a lavish meal.
Vegeta took a bite.
It couldn't be called bad, nor could it be called good…
It was just very ordinary.
Most of the food was boiled, without any seasoning.
The only seasoning was salt.
It was quite flavorful and natural.
However, Vegeta, who was used to Hex technology from his previous life, suddenly lost interest in these natural foods.
Vegeta felt a wave of helplessness.
Was I ruined by that advanced technology?
It was like now, the dishes Vegeta made always felt different from those in his previous life.
Was it the lack of Hex technology seasoning?
Advanced technology was a terrible influence.
"The taste is too ordinary," Rumsi said after eating a couple of pieces of meat, shaking his head in disappointment, and losing the appetite to continue.
Kusu felt the same.
Angels and Gods of Destruction eat for the enjoyment of the taste buds.
If the food didn't taste good, they wouldn't want to eat it.
Reg, Supari, and Broly, however, were eating heartily.
Reg looked at Vegeta and Rumsi's behavior with deep disdain.
You three are too picky.
You say such delicious meat isn't good.
If you're not eating it, I'll quickly eat it to replenish my strength.
Broly was also eating happily, enjoying such delicious food for the first time.
"You're no good, kid. Your cooking is very mediocre," Rumsi shook his head, looking disappointed.
"I'm sorry… I actually think my cooking is quite tasty," Tarble said, scratching his head sheepishly.
"Forget it, let's just leave," Rumsi said to Vegeta.
"Alright," Vegeta nodded.
"By the way, where are we going next?" Rumsi turned to ask Vegeta. "Are there any suitable talents left in this universe?"
"When Beerus was sleeping, he left a guy named Frieza to work for him, destroying planets. Let's go meet this Frieza. This guy claims to be the Emperor of the Universe," Vegeta mused.
"Oh? Now anyone can claim to be the Emperor of the Universe? Interesting," Rumsi scoffed and said to Kusu, "Kusu, immediately find out where this Frieza is located?"
"Understood," Kusu nodded and began searching for Frieza's location with her staff.
"Frieza?" Tarble was startled, his expression changing. "Brother… are you going to challenge Frieza?"
"He's not worthy," Vegeta smiled.
Tarble fell silent.
Brother, when did you become so confident?
That's Frieza.
That guy is the nightmare of us Saiyans.
"Hmph, what's Frieza compared to me?" Reg scoffed. "When I was seven, I already had a combat power exceeding Frieza's."
Tarble gave Reg a deep look.
"Who is this…" Tarble asked curiously. "It's my first time seeing a Saiyan with a red tail."
"You idiot, you still don't know who I am?" Reg said with a cold expression.
Tarble shook his head vigorously.
I don't know you, what's strange about that?
"I am your brother! Vegeta's older brother!" Reg declared, revealing his true identity.
"Ah? My older brother?" Tarble was stunned and immediately looked at Vegeta.
"Don't listen to that guy's nonsense," Vegeta said indifferently.
Reg: "…"
"I knew it. How could I not know we have another brother? Father never told me either," Tarble laughed.
Reg was speechless.
Vegeta, you're truly shameless.
You didn't even tell Tarble my identity?
"Found him," Kusu said. "It'll take about 40 minutes to fly there."