[Holding his head, he manages to pick himself up from his spot where he slammed into the back of the truck, dazed for a second. He can hear the crunching of metal as the elite puts its fist through the door of the car at the front of the convoy, screams following as one MSF is ripped from the driver's seat.
Vegeta's second thought is to check on Bulla, quickly making his way to her, grabbing her and jumping off the back of the truck.]
Looks like we're getting that fight you've been training for-! Get down, over here! [He's making his way into the brush, to get a good view of the situation.]
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Vegeta's second thought is to check on Bulla, quickly making his way to her, grabbing her and jumping off the back of the truck.]
Looks like we're getting that fight you've been training for-! Get down, over here! [He's making his way into the brush, to get a good view of the situation.]