[Vegeta wasn't even sure why he was here, other than the fact that Bulma had dragged him rather unwillingly. He already knew how to fight, in his very important opinion.
So, he was lingering on the very outer edges of the area, watching the others nearby with irritated glares and glances. He heard his woman shout his name easily enough, but it took him a moment to make his way over, his expression obviously annoyed.]
You're screeching like a dying bird, woman. What do you want?
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So, he was lingering on the very outer edges of the area, watching the others nearby with irritated glares and glances. He heard his woman shout his name easily enough, but it took him a moment to make his way over, his expression obviously annoyed.]
You're screeching like a dying bird, woman. What do you want?