“It’s not that simple,” EA said quietly.
“That’s right boy, you tell him how it is,” the general said coldly looking at EA.
EA glared back down at him. He went to explain to Vegeta the complicated details but Vegeta had already began to walk down into the Valley. Nervously EA simply watched; he wasn’t about to get caught up in a fight with a Saiyan and a Centurian.
Vegeta walked down into the valley and up to the general. He looked the general over and then glared at him. He was agitated that he had been pulled from his training of trying to defeat Kakarott, to pursue this mission that wasn’t even worth his time.
The general could sense his frustration and he just smiled. Both the general and EA knew that Vegeta was underestimating the power level. The general’s men waited patiently behind him, each looking superior in strength, but to Vegeta they all seemed weaker than insects.
“Are you sure you want to fight my army, new recruit?” the general jeered.
“For your information I am the Prince of the noble Saiyan Race and this isn’t going to be a fight,” Vegeta paused and then smirked, “it’s going to be a massacre.”
The general smiled at him all the same, “So, you are a Prince? How generous of them to send noble blood for us to spill,” he then looked up to EA, “You had better go get your army boy. The Prince is going to die all too soon.”
Vegeta, becoming a bit agitated at the general’s attitude towards him, powered up. His blue aura surrounded him calmly as he looked at the general. The general merely smiled at him. Vegeta raised his hand to the side, extending his palm outward towards the valley.
“I think you are underestimating me,” Vegeta said dryly.
With that Vegeta created an energy beam in his hand and released it. The energy hit the valley hill leveling to the ground in seconds. Vegeta and the general remained in their positions as the land to the left of them suddenly went from hillside to flat.
The general only smiled, “And vice versa.”
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