Dragon Ball Simulator

King Vegeta showed no noticeable reaction upon hearing Saigo's words. He simply sat silently on his throne, a hint of cold light glinting in his gaze as he looked at Saigo.

Instead, one of the guards standing below the dais immediately roared angrily, "Insolent! How dare you defy King Vegeta's command!?"

"Annoying," Saigo muttered coldly, casting a sidelong glance at the four guards.

In the next instant, to everyone's astonishment, Saigo suddenly appeared before them.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four consecutive, resounding thuds echoed through the hall as the guards collapsed to the ground.

"What?!"

Both Prince Tarble and King Vegeta were shocked, completely unprepared for Saigo's sudden attack. Witnessing Saigo's display of speed and power, they immediately realized the strength of his combat abilities.

King Vegeta felt more fear than anything else. Leaping to his feet, he shouted loudly, "Saigo, do you intend to rebel?!"

It had to be said that King Vegeta wasn't entirely lacking in cunning. Realizing he might not be a match for Saigo, he raised his voice, hoping to draw the attention of others outside the throne room.

Though tempted to act, King Vegeta refrained, knowing his strength was barely superior to that of his personal guards. For now, he chose to suppress his impulse to fight.

"Saigo, what are you doing? Stop this at once!" Tarble shouted in alarm, his voice trembling as he struggled to comprehend Saigo's seemingly reckless actions.

Saigo replied calmly, "King Vegeta, if you keep shouting, I'll kill both you and your son on the spot. Surely you can see that it would be effortless for me to do so."

As he spoke, Saigo ascended the steps one by one, ultimately standing at the topmost tier before the throne. Under Tarble's shocked gaze and King Vegeta's furious glare, Saigo sat down unceremoniously on the royal seat.

Looking at King Vegeta, who was struggling to suppress his anger, veins bulging visibly on his forehead, Saigo said leisurely, "Aren't you curious why I'm so powerful?"

"Would you like to know my current combat strength?"

Saigo hadn't chosen this method to persuade King Vegeta lightly. His earlier simulations had shown that a softer approach was too time-consuming and still required forceful action to achieve results. This direct method was simply more efficient.

King Vegeta, still mindful of Tarble's safety, used the brief moment while Saigo was speaking to move protectively to his son's side. His face was a chaotic mix of emotions: fear, surprise, confusion, and curiosity.

Finally, with a grave expression, King Vegeta asked, "Saigo, what is your purpose? Just say it outright, and I will do everything in my power to satisfy your demands."

Although curious about Saigo's combat strength, King Vegeta was more preoccupied with understanding his intentions. With Saigo's overwhelming power, ensuring his own survival became the top priority.

Meanwhile, King Vegeta mentally sentenced the infant care technician to death:

You wretched fool!

You reported that his combat strength was only barely over 1,000! How do you explain his current abilities, which surpass even mine?! You're done for! Dead! Absolutely incompetent scum!

Saigo knew that as a ruler, King Vegeta would inevitably resort to schemes. It was clear this was a stalling tactic.

Saigo wasn't particularly worried about being overwhelmed by numbers, but he wanted to resolve the matter of King Vegeta's abdication quickly so he could resume his training.

While his current power was enough to dominate Planet Vegeta, it was still far from sufficient when compared to true masters in the wider universe.

"King Vegeta," Saigo said coldly, "spare me your tricks. No matter how many people you summon, none of them will be my match.

"My combat strength is far beyond your imagination. Your scouters, which max out at measuring 10,000, can't even begin to gauge my true power!"

King Vegeta broke out into a cold sweat but stubbornly retorted, "Impossible! You can't have a combat strength exceeding 10,000!

"Hmph! Enough with your games. State your purpose clearly, and stop trying to intimidate me with lies!"

"Whether it's a lie or not, why don't you test it yourself?" Saigo said, gazing down at King Vegeta with a smirk. "If you manage to defeat me, I'll let you do whatever you wish with me. But if you lose..."

Saigo deliberately paused, prompting King Vegeta to clench his fists and grit his teeth, glaring hatefully upward. Within moments, he made up his mind.

"If I lose, I'll let you do as you please with me—even allow you to become the king of the Saiyans. But this has nothing to do with Tarble. Promise me you'll let him go!"

A duel to the death was a common occurrence among Saiyans.

Typically, if two Saiyans bore a grudge, they could settle it with a fight. The victor lived; the loser died.

Survival of the fittest and respect for strength were core tenets of Saiyan culture.

Saigo shook his head. "No. This matter has nothing to do with Tarble. Win or lose, he's not involved."

With that, Saigo floated down from the throne, hovering before King Vegeta.

"Come on. We'll settle this with hand-to-hand combat only. Given my current strength, I imagine you wouldn't want me to use energy attacks, would you?"

King Vegeta's expression turned grim. Without looking back, he ordered, "Tarble, leave now! And make sure no one comes in!"

"Ah? Yes, Father!" Tarble replied blankly before turning and walking away.

It was unclear whether he understood his father's intentions.

Once Tarble was gone, tension hung heavy in the air as King Vegeta and Saigo faced off.

"Haaah—!"

Boom!

With a fierce shout, King Vegeta unleashed his full power, his aura flaring wildly. The intense energy formed invisible wind blades that lashed out in all directions. Confident in his own strength, King Vegeta believed this young upstart couldn't withstand him at full force.

As he powered up, King Vegeta carefully observed Saigo's expression. To his frustration, Saigo's face remained utterly impassive, further stoking his fury.

"Stop underestimating me!"

"I am King Vegeta!"

"Prepare to die!"

King Vegeta launched a rapid and ferocious attack, his fists and feet aiming for vital points with every strike.

Yet Saigo dodged each blow effortlessly.

As the fight dragged on, King Vegeta's attacks became increasingly erratic.

It was clear—he was panicking after repeatedly striking nothing but air.

Saigo continued to evade with ease, even taking the opportunity to taunt him.

"So, this is the strength of the Saiyan king? You're a disappointment. The Saiyan bloodline in your veins is nothing but a disgrace!"

Enraged, King Vegeta roared, "Shut up!"

"You think dodging alone proves anything? Fight me head-on if you dare!"

It was the first time in two lifetimes that Saigo had ever heard someone demand such a thing.

"Heh."

Saigo chuckled softly as he dodged yet another attack. "I always enjoy granting people their wishes. Allow me to oblige."

Before King Vegeta could react—

Bang!

A crisp, resounding impact echoed through the room.

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