Dragon Ball: Everyone's playing the reincarnation game, huh?

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“That’s not how it is.” Gine shook her head, looked at Raditz, and said earnestly, “Didn’t your father say that you need to improve your basic combat strength and have a peaceful mind? You don’t have either of these, so you should focus on improving your basics first.”

Raditz: “…”

Raditz immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, hanging his head with disappointment on his face. The flame of hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished.

"Good comprehension, you mastered it so quickly." Vegeta praised Cabba, his tone tinged with approval, and then added with a smile, "However, Super Saiyan is just the beginning; there are even more powerful transformations to come."

"Super Saiyan is just the beginning? What do you mean?" Gabe was taken aback, a confused expression on his face.

"Chila...chila..."

Golden arcs of electricity suddenly appeared on Vegeta's body, crackling and popping. His aura surged again, his golden fur stood on end, and his eyes became even sharper.

Vegeta activated his Super Saiyan 2 transformation.

"This...this is?" Gabe was stunned for a moment, his mouth slightly open, his face full of disbelief.

Gabe could sense that Vegeta's aura was much stronger than before.

"This is a Super Saiyan transformation that surpasses Super Saiyan, also known as Super Saiyan 2. Its strength and speed are much greater than Super Saiyan." Vegeta explained patiently, like a strict mentor.

"Super...Super Saiyan 2?" Gabe's expression froze, and he was deeply shocked.

So Saiyans have such powerful transformations.

"Snapped!"

The golden light surrounding Vegeta changed color in the blink of an eye, transforming into fiery red flames that burned fiercely. His hair also turned fiery red, and his eyes held a divine majesty.

Gabe's eyes widened in utter shock, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

Champa was utterly astonished, his pupils contracted sharply, and he involuntarily leaned forward, staring intently at Vegeta on the ring.

"Wow, wow...that's amazing!" Bardos exclaimed in amazement, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"This...this kid has other transformations! Just how much power is he hiding?" Champa was extremely shocked, his voice trembling. He never imagined Vegeta would be so strong.

"That's truly remarkable... This transformation has brought me close to Mr. Hit's level," Bardos remarked softly, her tone tinged with admiration.

Champa mechanically turned his head, glanced at Bados, and then looked at Hit in the distance.

Hit, however, remained calm, as if Vegeta's transformation had no effect on him whatsoever; only his fighting spirit intensified.

"What... what kind of transformation is this?" Gabe asked hurriedly, his voice trembling.

"This is called Super Saiyan God. To become like this is a qualitative leap, and it can be considered as stepping into the realm of gods." Vegeta's lips curled up, his smile becoming even brighter, and his tone was filled with a hint of pride.

“A qualitative leap…” Gabe was stunned, feeling the indescribable aura emanating from Vegeta, “I can’t sense your energy fluctuations at all, it’s as if you don’t exist, yet you feel incredibly powerful.”

“That’s normal, because I now possess the aura of a god.” Vegeta smiled and explained, “The aura of a god isn’t so easy to sense! Even Goku isn’t very sensitive to sensing the aura of a god!”

As he spoke, Vegeta pointed to Goku not far away, his eyes filled with a hint of teasing.

Sun Wukong: "..."

Sun Wukong scratched his head and chuckled.

Gabe stared blankly in Goku's direction for a moment, then quickly turned back, his eyes filled with admiration for Vegeta, but he didn't say a word.

“Next…” Vegeta grinned, and the flames on his body suddenly turned blue, like a deep ocean, as he activated his Super Saiyan Blue Transformation, his aura becoming even more refined and powerful than that of Super Saiyan God.

Gabe stared in astonishment at Vegeta, who had transformed into a Super Saiyan blue, and was once again stunned.

He felt his worldview had been turned upside down; Saiyans could actually have so many powerful transformations.

Xiangpa: "..."

Champa was speechless for a while, his face turning pale and then red. He felt extremely frustrated, never expecting Vegeta to have such a trick up his sleeve.

"This kid has another transformation up his sleeve! How many more tricks does he have up his sleeve?" Champa gritted his teeth, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his heart filled with resentment.

"Oh dear... Mr. Vegeta's transformation is now almost on par with Mr. Hit's strength. This match is getting more and more interesting," Vados analyzed in a low voice.

Champa felt terrible. His eyes darted around, and suddenly an idea came to him. He leaned close to Bados's ear and whispered, "Bados, why don't we just give up the match? We'll say we have something important to do and then run away so we don't lose too badly."

Bardos covered her face and shook her head helplessly.

"Alright, it's decided then." Champa chuckled, completely oblivious to Bados's expression. He turned to look at Beerus, about to say hello, before making a quick getaway.

“Lord Champa, I think… Mr. Hit might not necessarily lose to him. Mr. Hit’s strength should not be underestimated. You should wait and see.” Bardos smiled and advised.

Champa paused for a moment, looked at Hit who had a calm expression, and then at Vegeta who was shining brightly on the stage, and hesitated.

Won't we lose?

real or fake?

"At least judging from Mr. Vegeta's current transformation, I estimate that Hit still has a certain advantage in terms of energy intensity," Vados analyzed, squinting her eyes and tapping her chin lightly with the scepter in her hand.

"Really? You're not kidding me!" Champa's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and his tone carried a hint of urgent confirmation.

"It's true." Bardos nodded gently, her smile still sweet.

Xiangpa patted his chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and felt the huge weight on his heart lighten considerably.

It's true, that's all that matters. It scared me to death.

“This is… blue…” Gabe stammered, his eyes fixed on Vegeta as if he were frozen in place.

How can there be so many transformations beyond Super Saiyan?

Gabe felt that his understanding had been completely overturned.

"Old Son, Vegeta is copying you, doesn't he? He transforms and wants the whole world to know." Piccolo sighed, his tone tinged with amusement.

"Uncle Vegeta likes to play like this too?" Gohan muttered in a low voice, speechless.

Sun Wukong laughed, scratched his head, and didn't say anything more.

"If it were Old Sun transforming, it would take at least several tens of minutes to finish," Piccolo said with a sly smile.

"Plus Super Saiyan 4, Super Saiyan 5, and Super Saiyan 6... Uncle Piccolo, you're absolutely right." Gohan nodded thoughtfully, deeply agreeing.

Sun Wukong: "..."

Chapter 172 Beerus: Taking Goku out to fight

"And then it's Deep Blue, right? Will Vegeta keep changing?" Piccolo smiled, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

As soon as Piccolo finished speaking, Vegeta emitted an even more intense blue light, as deep as the ocean, with energy fluctuations that were more condensed and violent than before.

Super Saiyan Blue, transformation complete!

When Vegeta transformed into Super Saiyan Blue, the people of Universe 6 were stunned once again, their mouths agape, speechless.

Even the usually composed Hitt was slightly surprised, a glint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Because in his previous life, when Hit was eliminated, Vegeta had not yet transformed into Super Saiyan Blue.

Vegeta mastered Super Saiyan Blue during his battle with Jiren in the Tournament of Power.

By then, Hitler had already been eliminated.

Hitt's expression grew more serious, and his fingertips curled slightly inside his pocket.

In this life, my opponent has indeed changed to Vegeta.

This guy definitely seems like someone special.

Does a darker color necessarily mean a stronger color?

"This is Super Saiyan Blue, much stronger than the blue form from before." Vegeta explained to Cabba with a bright smile, his tone tinged with pride.

Gabe's lips trembled slightly as he felt the aura that seemed to tear the air apart. He was deeply shocked and could only nod blankly.

"Can it change any further? Has it reached its limit?" Piccolo muttered to himself, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Uncle Vegeta, do you think there will be any new transformations? It's been so many years, and there haven't been any new transformations yet," Gohan scratched his head, answering with some doubt.

"Perhaps I'll gain some insight in another parallel world," Sun Wukong chuckled nonchalantly, his tone relaxed.

"Even if he does have one, he probably won't show it now. He needs to keep it as a trump card," Piccolo guessed, having a thorough understanding of Vegeta's fighting style.

Bick's guess was indeed correct.

After transforming into Super Saiyan Blue, Vegeta didn't continue to show off. Instead, he immediately launched an attack, waving his hand in the air and creating an invisible shockwave that knocked Cabba unconscious.

Before Gabe could even react, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, completely losing consciousness and being eliminated.

Three veins bulged on Xiangpa's forehead, his face turned extremely ugly, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Vados, look, this guy has a hidden transformation!" Champa turned to Vados nervously and asked, his tone tinged with panic.

Bardos: "..."

How would I know?

"Say something, Bardos!" Champa grumbled impatiently, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Oh dear, I think Lord Champa's suggestion was quite good." Bardos covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes filled with amusement.

"My suggestion just now?" Champa was taken aback, not reacting for a moment.

"It's just an excuse to slip away," Bardos sighed softly.

Xiangpa: "..."

Xiangpa felt a headache coming on, as if his intelligence was being rubbed into the ground.

"You mean Hitler is doomed to defeat?" Champa asked through gritted teeth, mentally preparing for the worst.

"In short... it's not going to be easy to win," Bardos said objectively, without making any definitive statements.

"What are the chances of winning?" Champa asked again, clinging to the last glimmer of hope.

“Five points,” Bardos replied calmly.

Champa glared at Bardos, his lips pursed in anger.

A five-point chance of winning?

Five points is already a very high chance of winning!

I thought we only had a 30% chance of winning!