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Chapter 2051 I am the Saiyan Prince of the Fighting Race
"There are two guys, and it seems that the short one is more powerful." Yamcha stood at one corner of the seven-cornered circle surrounding Vegeta, looking at Vegeta and Nappa. Feeling that Vegeta was almost two-thirds stronger than himself, he couldn't help but feel a little cautious.

If he were asked to fight Vegeta, Yamcha thought he would have to go all out.

"Hmm!" When Vegeta heard someone insulting his height and calling him short, his eyes suddenly flashed with ferocity. He raised his chin proudly, squinted at Yamcha, and snorted with contempt, curling his lips in contempt, "Trash, trash like you don't even have the qualifications to die in my hands."

Yamucha raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled, nodded and commented: "You are capable of being arrogant. In this case, let me see your quality."

Just as Yamcha was about to strike first, Piccolo stopped him with an unhappy look on his face, saying, "Yamcha, don't think we don't know what you're thinking. We haven't even decided who will strike first."

"Yamcha, don't try to get ahead, I'm watching you." Tien Shinhan glanced at Yamcha with dissatisfaction, and the third eye on his forehead glared at Yamcha fiercely.

"I feel that I can only beat that bald uncle, so why not let Jiaozi, Poole and I deal with this bald uncle." Klin said schemingly that he would only share one with Jiaozi and Poole, and would not get involved in rock-paper-scissors.

It would be even worse if you lost all the games of rock-paper-scissors and got nothing.

"Yes, yes." Jiaozi understood Klin very well and immediately said yes.

"Yes, yes." Poole also understood what Klin wanted to do and immediately agreed.

"Don't even think about it. If these two guys have the same background and martial arts skills as Raditz a year ago, then any one of you can compete with the weakest one." Yamcha was displeased that they had seen through him, and he was disappointed that the short man did not rush towards him to start a fight immediately.

That short guy is too arrogant.

How can we tell a person's specific strength from the surface?

A year ago, Raditz was defeated by Tien Shinhan, who had only two-thirds of his strength.

Yamcha shook his head, feeling very sorry.

"Is that so?" Krillin spread his hands helplessly.

"Hehe, Master Yamcha, you are a bad guy." Poole snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Then we can only choose by rock-paper-scissors." Jiaozi said regretfully.

"Then let's decide who is the opponent of that bald uncle first." Goku looked in the direction of Vegeta, glanced at Nappa, and said.

"You bunch of natives!!! Damn it!!!" Nappa was a little irritable. Seeing that they were going to insult the noble Saiyan warriors in this way, he couldn't help but want to rush up and fight them.

Vegeta stood where he was, with his chest puffed out and his chin slightly raised. He stretched out his hand to stop Namba, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a sneer of playfulness: "Let them choose someone to fight you, and you torture Namba. Kill your opponents one by one in front of them, and let them cry and regret as much as they want."

Nappa's expression was horrified, but immediately a cruel smile appeared on his face.

In any case, the final victory will definitely belong to Prince Vegeta.

These ignorant guys thought they could trick us by killing Raditz.

"I can't wait to see the moment they see the reversal. Hahahaha, Your Highness Prince Vegeta, I will treat my opponents cruelly." Nappa already knew what Vegeta wanted to do.

Occasionally playing a fighting game with the arrogant natives and watching their miserable cries, helpless anger, and roaring wails is also a pleasant thing to please the mind.

"Our enemies can't wait for us to decide on our opponents, so let's start now and decide who will be our opponents at that juncture." Piccolo shouted.

Suddenly, Goku, Piccolo, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Krillin, Gyoza, and Poole looked nervous, their eyes kept scanning everyone, and they all put their right hands on their waists and covered themselves with their left hands.

Everyone kept looking at everyone, trying to see what they had done from their faces, but no one got anything. Finally, they all shouted:
"rock-paper-scissors!"

Immediately after the word "bu" was spoken, everyone stretched out their right hand which was at their waist.

Yamcha produced the cloth.

Wukong threw a fist.

Piccolo threw a fist.

Tien Shinhan threw a fist.

Krillin threw a fist.

Dumplings made a fist.

Poole threw a punch.

Goku, Piccolo, Tien Shinhan, Krillin, Jiaozi, and Poole's faces changed drastically in an instant, regretting that they had thrown a punch and lost the chance to perform.

"Yeah! I told you it was me!" Yamcha jumped up happily and laughed out loud with his teeth showing.

"Oh, you are my opponent?" Nappa twisted his neck, revealing a cold and ruthless expression. His tall and strong body bulged with strong muscles. He said to Vegeta: "Your Highness Vegeta, I will deal with him."

"Go, let these clowns see how powerful the fighting Saiyans are." Vegeta sneered, waved his hand and let Nappa go to deal with Yamcha.

How could a fellow from this remote planet possibly compare to the Saiyans who train themselves through battles in the universe?

Vegeta had no doubt that Nappa would teach his rival a profound and cruel lesson.

"Yes, I will." Nappa curled his lips cruelly and looked at Yamcha with a grin.

However, Yamcha did not take it seriously. He was just alert to Nappa in his heart and said, "Next, let's decide who will be the opponent of the dwarf."

"Yamcha, you already have an opponent, so you can't continue to compete against the next person." Piccolo was very unhappy. Fortunately, he was just a bald uncle with the lowest combat power. Piccolo's target was Vegeta.

"That's right, Yamcha, you already have an opponent." Krillin said quickly.

"Yes, Yamcha, you can't participate in the rock-paper-scissors game again." Tien Shinhan firmly refused Yamcha to participate in the rock-paper-scissors game again. How could he participate when he already had an opponent? This was immoral.

"Ah, yes, yes, we are the only one who can do this." Goku also reacted. No matter what, everyone voted to exclude Yamcha first.

"What! You guys!!!" Yamcha suddenly felt like the sky was falling.

If this bald uncle who seemed to have the same fighting ability as himself had the same martial arts skills as Raditz, then it would really be the end of the world.

That means he's as worthless as Raditz.

"Well, let's decide who is the dwarf's opponent next." Wukong shouted quickly, asking everyone to play rock-paper-scissors.

Vegeta's mouth curled up in a sneer, his eyes glared, and the murderous aura spread like a physical coldness. He raised his right fist, pointed his thumb at his chin and raised his head. With a proud face, he said arrogantly and contemptuously:
"Are you kidding me? I am Vegeta, the prince of the Saiyan race. Come on, all of you!"

(End of this chapter)