Nothing?
Parsley wasn't expecting to be read some kind of riot act, but she did expect some kind of shock at how many people she killed and the other sordid details of her past. To hear nothing at all was a little surprising.
Parsley watched Dash run around her and felt the wind strike her at all angles. As the wind struck with the force of a temperamental hurricane, Parsley continued. "Four years ago, I vied for the very throne Sarada sits on atop the Saiyan Empire. Then, it was only a dream, an idea. The King of Vocado at the time, Mato, had been making so many reforms. Slavery was abolished and the slaves we kept in a place called the Meat Market were all freed with pockets full of reparations."
Dash changed tactics and ran at her at her full speed. She struck Parsley dead in the face.
"To make a long, pointless story short, I lost to Sarada at the last possible moment," she said, even with Dash's fist pressed against her cheek. "It was my own fault. In my hubris, I underestimated Sarada. Even if I had won, I would have made for a terrible Queen."
She paused to retaliate.
"Did you know I claimed, during one of the fights leading up to my bouts with Sarada, that I intended on exterminating the hybrid Saiyans in the Empire once I won? To my great shame, I may have meant it at the time. Had she not beaten me, I would have had all the power needed to carry it out." That was, of course, assuming Tasure didn't kill her as soon as Mato gave her the Amulet of Leadership. Maiz possibly could have stayed her hand but not for long.
"Anyway, I lost. It was for the best."