Chapter 264: Vegeta
Dave turned toward the voice — it was deep, stern, and brimming with authority.
Standing a short distance away was a man with a tall, muscular build and a powerful presence. His sharp widow’s peak framed a scowling face, eyes narrow with suspicion and pride. His iconic Saiyan armor — dark blue with white and gold plating — hugged his frame, and his gloved fists were clenched at his sides. The black spandex underlayer shifted as he moved ever so slightly forward, boots crunching the dirt beneath.
His gravity-defying black hair shot upward, wild and untamed, marking him unmistakably.
"Prince Vegeta," Dave muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Vegeta’s eyes narrowed further. "You’re not from around here. That energy — it’s Saiyan, but... something else." His tone was sharp, but not immediately hostile — more intrigued than threatened.
Dave smirked, letting a small portion of his aura flicker. "Let’s just say... I’m a different kind of Saiyan."
Vegeta took a step closer, the air tensing. "You’d better explain fast — before I decide to beat the answers out of you."
"Well, if an explanation is all you need..." Dave said with a smirk. "Let me tell you a story."
Vegeta frowned, clearly annoyed. "I’m not in the mood for fairy tales. Just speak — who are you?"
Dave chuckled lightly. "Don’t worry, you’ll like this one."
"You see, when we were born, our powers were measured — yours, mine, and many others."