Several days later, Vegeta’s injuries had somewhat improved; at least it wasn’t difficult to move short distances. When Tights saw this, she repeatedly exclaimed in admiration that the physique of Saiyans was really powerful. If it was a human, they would already be half-paralyzed, and for the latter half of their life, they would have needed a wheelchair as a companion.
These last few days, Vegeta’s mood was very bad, seeing that woman called Tights wasn’t afraid of him and treated him as a toy.
“Hmph, once this prince’s injuries heals, I will definitely kill this woman with my own hands,” Vegeta thought with a gloomy expression when he saw Tights walking over, wearing revealing clothes.
“Hey, Vegeta, can you not scowl all day long. Smile, smile… ” Tights casually sat down by the bedside.
“Humph! ” Vegeta folded his arms across the chest and leaned against the corner of the bed. “Woman, don’t you feel any shame, wearing such revealing clothes all day long. ”
“Hee, hee! ” Tights tugged the cloth on her chest, revealing a wide scenery of fair and soft skin, and spoke, without minding it even a little bit, “What does it have to do with you? Can’t I do whatever I wish in my home?”
“Besides you are only a kid. It’s not as if this sister would eat you… don’t tell me you Saiyans mature so early?” Tights joked while looking at Vegeta.
If you enjoy the Strongest Legend of Dragon Ball, please support my translations on Patreon(https://www.patreon.com/dmtranslations) for early access to chapters.