The moment those words left his mouth, the air turned deathly silent.
Nappa swallowed hard, instinctively taking a few steps back.
He actually dared talk to Vegeta like that?!
Gran was finished.
"You dare court death!!"
As expected, Vegeta exploded in fury.
He'd restrained himself long enough—and now, he was done holding back.
He would kill this insolent brat once and for all
But in the very next instant
A sharp pain tore through Vegeta's abdomen.
He glanced down in shock.
A small fist was pressed firmly against his gut.
Vegeta's eyes shot up
Gran stood before him, expression cold and unflinching.
Vegeta's pupils shrank.
"T–This… this can't be!!!"
Too fast.
He was far too fast!
Vegeta hadn't even sensed his movement!
Gran met his gaze, mocking him again.
"I came back for revenge, and you—trash that you are—actually thought I'd follow you again?"
That strike hadn't even been full strength.
Gran had pulled his punch—if he hadn't, Vegeta might've died outright.
"Y–You bastard!!!"
Vegeta roared toward the sky, his voice filled with rage and humiliation.
He, the proud Prince of Saiyans, was being mocked by the very weakling he'd once cast aside!
Inside him, his 6,000 battle power surged like a bursting dam
BOOM!!!
The violent release split the earth beneath his feet.
Mountains cracked apart, boulders shattered into dust.
In Vegeta's mind, even if Gran had somehow survived,
after three years of training, his strength could maybe rise from 800 to 1,000 at most.
Now that he was going all out—Gran would surely be blown unconscious by the sheer pressure!
"Still too weak."
The voice echoed in Vegeta's ears.
His heart skipped.
He looked down again
Gran was still there, his small fist pressed casually against Vegeta's abdomen.
"What… how are you still standing?!" Vegeta gasped, disbelief twisting his face.
Gran's tone was calm, even bored.
"Because your strength… is just too weak."
"Silence!!" Vegeta roared. "I am the Prince of all Saiyans—with a power level of six thousand! And you call me weak?! Unforgivable!!!"
Fury overtook him.
He clenched his fist, flooding it with every drop of energy he had—then hurled a crushing punch toward Gran's temple!
BOOM!!
The very air screamed as his fist tore through it, the explosion echoing for miles.
Yet Gran's expression didn't even change.
He simply drew back his fist, tilted his head slightly—and the blow missed cleanly.
Vegeta froze for a moment, stunned.
Then he launched again.
A flurry of blows—kicks, elbows, punches like lightning.
But Gran's movements were effortless.
He dodged with small, fluid motions, his calm composure only deepening Vegeta's rage.
Their battle tore through the terrain, shifting the field by the kilometer.
The longer it went on, the more Vegeta's heart sank.
Not a single attack connected!
And then
BOOM!
BOOM!
Vegeta unleashed his Royal Combat Technique,
blasting volley after volley of energy orbs like a storm.
Each explosion carved new craters into the ground.
Meanwhile, Nappa had rushed over to Raditz's side.
"Wh–What's going on with Gran?! How did he get this strong?" Raditz stammered, his entire body trembling as he watched.
Nappa was no less shaken, though he forced himself to stay composed.
"Three years ago, Gran's battle power was only 800. Could he… could he have surpassed Vegeta?"
Hearing that, Raditz hastily activated his scouter.
Beep! Beep!
Two readings appeared on the display
one at 6000,
the other… 600.
"What?!"
Raditz's jaw dropped.
"Vegeta's six thousand, that's right—but Gran… only six hundred?! How?!"
Nappa stared at his own scouter, swallowing hard.
"That's impossible! Three years ago, Gran had eight hundred.
After training for revenge all this time—how could he get weaker?"
Back on the battlefield
BOOM! BOOM!
Vegeta's bombardment went on for twenty minutes straight.
By the end, he was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.
Gran merely stepped back a few meters, shaking his head with a smirk.
"Your energy is too wild—you can't even control your own ki.
Your combat sense is sloppy, your technique is trash, and your awareness is laughable.
Vegeta, you're a complete disappointment."
Gran's tone dripped with disdain.
In truth, most powerful fighters across the universe shared this same flaw—except for true martial masters, like the great elders of Planet Metamor.
Gran himself had once been the same, three years ago.
But now, it served as perfect ammunition for mockery.
"Shut your damn mouth, Gran!!" Vegeta snarled, gasping for breath.
"Besides dodging, what else can you do?!
You've brought shame to our entire race—you're the disgrace of all Saiyans!!!"
Gran chuckled softly.
"I'm the disgrace of the Saiyans? Yet you can't even lay a finger on me.
So what does that make you?"
Watching Vegeta's furious, helpless expression, Gran couldn't help but feel satisfied.
"You…"
Vegeta gritted his teeth so hard his jaw creaked.
He'd already seen the scouter reading.
Gran—three years ago—had a power level of 800.
Now, it was down to 600!
And yet, that same "600" was effortlessly dodging every one of his attacks.
It was absurd. Impossible.
"Vegeta," Gran said coldly, "do you know how much I sacrificed for this day of revenge?"
Of course, he hadn't really sacrificed much.
He picked things up fast—too fast.
If anything, the only real "sacrifice" he'd made…
was getting his ass literally handed to him once by Beerus.
And that had hurt.
"Hmph, I don't care what you've sacrificed!" Vegeta spat.
Gran's eyes hardened.
"I've suffered plenty for this day, Vegeta.
Even if I learn fast, pain is still pain.
I swore I'd come back for revenge—and today, I'll make good on that promise."
The air suddenly grew heavy, charged with unseen pressure.
A strange dread crept up Vegeta's spine.
He couldn't explain it—but something about Gran's aura felt… wrong.
Still, logic kept him calm.
He's only six hundred. Even with speed like that, he can't beat me.
Vegeta steadied himself.
"Enough games. Now I'll show you real pain!"
Gran smiled faintly, the corners of his lips curving into something dark and eerie.
"Didn't you once say that if the legend of the Super Saiyan were true, only you could be the one to transform?"
His eyes glowed faintly.
"Then I hope… you can prove it."
And with that
BOOOOOOM!!!
Gran stopped suppressing his power.
Every ounce of it—every spark of his ten billion battle power—erupted at once.
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