Dragon Ball- Vegata Future Rewritten By Inner Voice

Chapter 307 301 Vegeta: Who Are You Talking To?

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"I have to admit, this move of yours is pretty interesting." Even though Dyspo said that, deep down he was still somewhat disdainful.

As a member of the Pride Troopers, he had experienced countless battles and major events.

"What's your name? Are you this guy's companion?" Dyspo asked.

Swish!

Before anyone could react, Vegeta appeared in front of Cabba and moved Cabba to a relatively open area.

Suddenly, Vegeta let out a loud roar and erupted with a threatening aura.

"Everyone in this section, listen up! Don't even think about targeting the boy beside me! I'm leaving him right here. If any of you try to eliminate him, don't blame me for being merciless and throwing every last one of you off the arena!"

Vegeta's voice echoed across the entire plain as his overwhelming presence spread outwards. The minor fighters hiding in the shadows and observing the battle were instantly intimidated by his aura.

At that moment, Cabba glanced at Vegeta. Although he couldn't see him clearly, he was certain that he had never met him before.

"Thank you…" Cabba muttered indistinctly.

Vegeta snorted coldly.

"Hmph, you've got guts, kid. Just lie there and leave the rest to me! Anyone who looks down on us Saiyans or plots against us, this prince won't let them off!" Vegeta's voice was filled with fiery intensity.

Cabba's eyes flickered with confusion. He never expected the man before him to be a Saiyan too. But he definitely wasn't from Universe 6. After thinking it through, Cabba finally came to a conclusion.

'Just like Senior Broly, this Saiyan came from Universe 7.'

"Hmph! Choosing to ignore me? What a rude guy, but you sure talk big. Let me see what you're actually capable of! No matter who you are to this guy, you've seriously pissed me off now!' As he spoke, Dyspo waved his hand and sent several energy blasts flying towards Vegeta's feet.

Yet Vegeta didn't dodge at all. He simply stood there, calmly.

Just as the energy blasts were about to touch his body...

Whoosh...!

A burst of golden light exploded outwards as Vegeta transformed into a Super Saiyan. The golden radiance soared into the sky, instantly scattering every single energy blast.

The fallen Cabba was utterly shocked by the scene. He had never expected Vegeta to be able to transform into a Super Saiyan either, let alone one far stronger than himself.

It was the same transformation, yet it was worlds apart!

Vegeta's figure flickered wildly in Cabba's vision. In an instant, countless afterimages rushed towards Dyspo from all directions.

Vegeta shouted arrogantly: "Now then! Let me see that speed you're so proud of! And another thing! My name is Vegeta! I am the Prince of the Universe 7 Saiyans!"

An extremely condensed Ki blast had already formed in Vegeta's hands at some point.

The distance between Dyspo and Vegeta was closing rapidly.

Ten meters. Five meters. One meter!

In the blink of an eye, they were face to face!

Vegeta pressed the condensed Ki Blast directly against Dyspo's body.

BOOM!

Dyspo's body was blasted away, causing dust and smoke to spread through the air, but they quickly dispersed as Dyspo casually emerged from within them.

"Not bad. Interesting. Speed may be my specialty, but I've also recently become interested in testing the toughness of my body. Your power satisfies me." Dyspo spoke confidently.

"Vegeta, huh? A Saiyan from Universe 7. So you're one of the targets Lord Vermoud wants dealt with."

A trace of viciousness flashed through Dyspo's proud eyes.

Meanwhile, Cabba, who was lying on the ground, suddenly became confused and stared at Vegeta with wide eyes, like a startled bird.

"Ve… Vegeta…? This senior... is Vegeta!" Cabba muttered to himself.

That's right... Z Broly had previously told the Saiyans of Universe 6 that they should teach a harsh lesson to anyone from Universe 7 they encountered, especially Vegeta or Super Broly.

Cabba didn't know why Z Broly wanted that, but he had still agreed out of respect for him.

Now, however, he had actually met Vegeta and had even been saved by him, and given Vegeta's strength, there was absolutely no way Cabba could defeat him.

It was nothing but a foolish dream.

However, thinking about it again, a Saiyan that even Z Broly held a grudge against could never be weak.

Moreover, Vegeta's bold declaration earlier had deeply moved Cabba.

Vegeta's valiant figure was etched in Cabba's mind, impossible to erase.

…

Dyspo quickly recovered. Earlier, he had merely been testing Vegeta's true strength, and after that exchange, only a few words remained in his mind:

'This guy is nothing special.'

Dyspo gave a sinister smile as he transformed into several streaks of lightning.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...!

Purple lightning flashed continuously... that was Dyspo's figure. At that moment, a pulsating energy sphere had already formed in his palm. His intention was obvious: he was going to return the favor to Vegeta with a 'great gift.'

"I'm sorry, Prince of the Saiyans, but your strength doesn't threaten me at all. In fact, I'm starting to think Lord Vermoud was joking!"

Dyspo took a deep breath before violently hurling the energy sphere from his hand.

In an instant, an overwhelmingly intense wave of energy erupted from his palm like a raging tsunami, exploding outwards in all directions!

The sphere, which contained enormous power, resembled a blazing meteor with enough force to destroy heaven and earth as it shot towards Vegeta in the distance.

Dyspo narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly, his gaze overflowing with confidence.

He firmly believed that this thunderous strike would blast Vegeta straight out of the arena.

"It's over, Vege..."

But before Dyspo could finish speaking, he suddenly felt an icy sensation creeping up from behind him.

He spun around instantly.

Standing there was a golden-haired man with long hair flowing all the way to his waist, with a cold and sharp look on his face.

The man's icy lips curled slightly upwards into a disdainful smirk. Leaning slowly towards Dyspo's ear, he whispered:

"Who are you talking to?"

It was only a short sentence, yet it carried endless pressure and terrifying intimidation.

Dyspo was instantly scared out of his wits. As though he had been electrocuted, he retreated several steps at a speed surpassing light itself.

Several bean-sized drops of sweat appeared on Dyspo's forehead at that moment, as though they might fall at any second.

(End Of This Chapter)