With his current strength Vegeta no longer considered Cooler a threat.
He could evaluate himself with frightening accuracy.
His true combat power had climbed past six hundred million.
At this level Cooler was nothing to him.
Back on Namek, Cooler was a lingering shadow in his mind, a possible danger if the universe shifted in an unlucky direction. But now the only concern was whether Cooler would actually appear at all.
Cooler was a time bomb.
If he failed to arrive and instead ran off to train…
If he eventually awakened the Golden Form that Vegeta remembered from later stories…
That would be a nightmare.
And Vegeta did not believe for even one heartbeat that Cooler was ignorant of what happened here. Frieza was dead. King Cold was dead. Their elites were dead. The scouters and communications in their empire would be screaming with chaos.
Unless something went horribly wrong Cooler was already on his way to Namek.
Chasing Goku to Earth like the original history?
Impossible.
The true threat was Vegeta now.
The Dragon Balls still existed.
The battlefield was still on Namek.
Goku was irrelevant.
But then Vegeta's expression shifted.
No. Cooler is not the enemy I should measure myself against. The real danger arrives in four and a half years. The Androids.
Even stronger foes came after that.
Majin Buu.
The God of Destruction.
Beings that surpassed mortal imagination.
But those were too distant.
Vegeta knew he could not afford to drown himself in fantasies of distant gods.
He needed long term planning yes.
But he needed step by step progress even more.
Reaching each milestone.
Accumulating strength until he burst through every limit.
At least, with his current power, he could stand against Android Seventeen and Android Eighteen.
Defeat them?
No.
Even without remembering exact numbers, he knew one thing from his past life:
You needed at least one billion combat power to handle the Androids.
Their infinite reactors meant endless stamina and endless energy.
But Vegeta was satisfied.
His cultivation was progressing perfectly.
His power increased every day.
He had long surpassed the Vegeta of the original stories, even years after unlocking Super Saiyan.
Four and a half years remained.
He did not need Super Saiyan Three.
He did not need godly transformations yet.
But he had to at least reach Super Saiyan Grade Two.
A level that crushed Semi Perfect Cell without effort.
Super Saiyan Grade Two required a base combat power of one hundred million.
Which meant Vegeta needed to push his current twelve million base to one hundred million within four and a half years.
A difficult task.
A monstrous task.
But not impossible.
Even with reincarnated memories he could make no promises.
Right now he stood at the first great threshold:
Achieving a stable full powered Super Saiyan state.
Mastering every aspect of Saiyan energy.
And then… pushing the multiplier beyond the standard fiftyfold.
Vegeta sensed he could do it.
He felt that barrier in front of him.
Time to experience the realm of absolute power.
He inhaled once.
Then—
A roar shook the heavens.
"Raaaaagh!"
In an instant the Saiyan energy in his body awakened like a sleeping god.
Ki surged through every cell like a tidal wave.
His spirit resonated with his body.
His body resonated with his spirit.
Every cell ignited.
Potential burst open.
Power surged upward.
Muscles expanded, swelling far beyond the lean build of a normal Super Saiyan.
"So this is the second stage of the Super Saiyan Grade One state. A transformation focused entirely on raw force. Unstable… but overwhelmingly strong. My power should be beyond seven hundred million."
The change in appearance was dramatic.
His frame had become thick and heavy with exaggerated muscle.
His aura erupted outward in a violent wave that swept the entire planet.
If the Yardrats had not grown accustomed to Vegeta's overwhelming presence during the last two months, the entire civilization would have panicked.
Even now, many trembled uncontrollably.
A Spirit, as they called it, beyond comprehension.
Bulma and Pibala stood closest to him.
The pressure pressed against their chests like a storm.
Bulma stared wide eyed as Vegeta transformed again.
Her shock was very different from Pibala's.
To her it was not the ki…
It was the changes in his body.
His masculine presence overwhelmed her senses.
The heat.
The size.
The raw physicality.
And after spending two months with Vegeta…
After privately stepping across the line of a woman's experience…
Bulma's mind whispered a completely inappropriate thought.
If his body is this powerful now… does that mean he has also become stronger in… that way?
Her face turned scarlet.
She shook her head violently to banish the thought.
Pibala, of course, sensed none of this.
He only frowned as he watched Vegeta swell further.
"This power indeed surpasses the ordinary Super Saiyan. But his condition is extremely unstable."
He could see the core flaw clearly.
Unstable.
This power dramatically increased strength,
but agility and coordination dropped sharply.
And Pibala sensed something else.
The transformation was not finished.
Vegeta's roar grew louder.
His Spirit surged again.
His aura burst outward like a typhoon.
His body expanded once more, grotesquely swollen with raw Ki.
Where he had once been muscular…
Now he was a towering, massive monster of power.
And Vegeta had no intention of stopping.
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