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//. Send all the OCs my way π₯ Vegeta will fight, mentor, kill, or anything with them.
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β Wouldnβt you speak of something that youβre so proud of? Or is that too much to get through to the noodle that you use as a brain? β
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β The hell are you on about, clown? Why donβt you use your tongue to learn some manners, and some etiquette on how to speak to royalty. β
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β I am Prince Vegeta. And what the hell is the name of the imbecile mocking my lineage? β
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Visible veins appearing along his forehead as his gloved hand formed a fist.
β You piss ant. Disrespecting the great warrior race? In front of the Prince? Pathetic. β
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β Tchh. Piss off? Where did you get the balls to talk to a prince with such foul words. β
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β These boots have crushed many mountains. The thirst for such invokes my strength which provides an even greater strength to shatter puny limits.
Tell me . . . woman of royalty, are you up to surpass your limits? β
Brows furrowed, expressionless lips curved into a
Replying to @lohenschneide
even from a distance , she could feel it that suffocating intensity radiating from him . it wasnβt merely strength . it was pride sharpened into a weapon . a refusal to kneel . a refusal to remain stagnant .
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Sweat beads rolling down his forehead. What a time to be training to take the place of the god of destruction.
Gloved hands balled into tight fists. Shoulders raised, arms bent to where the gloved hands showed in front of his face. A malicious, battle-starved smirk forming along his brims.
He had been waiting for this.
A stern look along his brims curving just at the edge as a mutual sign of respect.
β Hnn . . . I can tell youβre strong. How about a spar? β
Arms folded along one another, tucked snugly against his chest with eyes glaring towards the reader.















