"Hmph! If you're going to stay on this planet, you need to attack me harder! Your current techniques are nothing compared to my power, weaklings! I still haven't even used my hands." As if to prove this, Vegeta spun around without even looking, blocking a kick aimed at his back with his own leg, having perfectly predicted the trajectory from sheer experience.
But he was fighting two. While his foot was occupied with the kicking one, the second one came in from the front with a series of punches.
Narrowing his eyes and upping his power output a bit, Vegeta pulled his leg back and weaved through the combo in an instant of blinding speed, before planting his knee directly into the puncher's gut, sending him tumbling back, shattering a boulder in his path.
Wearing a cocky grin, Vegeta turned to face the kicker, who had managed to recover exceptionally quickly from the shock of seeing Vegeta's sudden burst of lightning speed. "Do you still want more, or will you come quietly?"
The kicker's tail constricted around her waist unconsciously, a testament to the kicker's lack of impulse control, specifically where the tail was concerned.
His brain noted the weakness. Rather than training their tails, they'd simply decided that keeping them from getting grabbed was more than enough, likely believing that their sibling would always be able to bail them out if the weakness was ever caught.
A solid assumption… that didn't work against a vastly superior fighter such as Vegeta.
If necessary, he would utilize the weakness without hesitation, but not yet.
The twins shared a glance, very clearly utilizing some sort of unique telepathic bond to communicate a plan between themselves. Vegeta paused rather than chase either of them, allowing it.
It had been a year and a half since Vegeta and his team left the dead planet, chasing after the ship with Tarble in it.
Around nine months ago, the signal had stopped in place for a little under one day, before changing course entirely, headed for an entirely different part of the North Galaxy, at an admittedly slower speed.
It was then that the Saiyans' tempers had finally broken. Being cooped up in that giant tin can for a year? Irritating. Longer? Simply impossible to stand.
They needed to begin stretching their legs.
Their ultimate destination hadn't changed. Their ship seemed to be faster than whatever ship Tarble had boarded, and not by a small amount, either. They would fully catch up in just a few months.
In the meantime, the Prince Squad had begun making 'pit stops' at planets along the way, tracking down whatever Saiyans were on the way, based on the list that Vegeta had been smart enough to download to the ship's mainframe.
Most of these 'pit stops' were dead ends. Places where Saiyans had once gone off grid, only to meet with unfortunate ends, or one of the rare places where a Saiyan had once procreated outside of their species, only for the offspring to have been born dead due to species compatibility or something similar.
But a few of them did house Saiyans.
One exile: Male, late sixties. Low power level, lived in the most remote part of the planet, came willingly.
Two Low-Class Saiyans who'd managed to complete their missions as children, only to accidentally destroy their space pods while in their Great Ape forms. Alone on their respective planets, one had cut off his own tail. Both were half-crazed, and had needed to be restrained.
Restraining them wasn't difficult. They were pitifully weak.
Two half-Saiyans. Neither had tails. Both were rather strong, with power levels nearing ten thousand. Neither wished to come with them. Vegeta had beaten them within an inch of their lives and dragged them onboard. One had only come aboard after Vegeta promised that not only would he spare their family, but they would eventually be allowed to visit their homes again one day, in exchange for serving him.
He had no problem keeping that promise. Most Saiyans would naturally wish to gather with the strongest, once he found them. While the sentimental trash was important for their genes now, they wouldn't be, later.
These two were the latest. Rare Half-Saiyans born to a warfaring non-humanoid race. While their non-Saiyan parent race tended to be rather small, rotund, and multicolored by nature, these two had a shorter-than-normal humanoid stature, slightly too-beady eyes, and altered skin and hair colors.
Specifically, the female with a penchant for kicks had purple skin and red hair, while the male with the bad habit of being rather predictable in the moments he chose to attack, had lime-colored skin and cyan-colored hair.
The others were stretching their legs on another part of the planet. Due to the fact that she had a terrible penchant for not following Vegeta's orders, Mel was watching the fight silently, not interfering yet. It irritated Vegeta that the woman didn't believe that he could fully handle these wretched weaklings by himself without supervision, but she hadn't crossed the line yet, so he allowed it without comment, like he did with most everything the difficult female did