No. 18 watched them start squabbling among themselves. "If you want to run, go ahead. We're not interested in cowards," she said.
"Don't joke around. I'm about to finish you all off in one go. Why would I run?"
"Let me tell you this: I'd rather die fighting alone than team up with Earthlings, Namekians, and Son Goten." Vegeta's words made the others furious.
No. 17 walked over and started clapping. They didn't understand what he was doing. Looking at their alarmed expressions, he said, "What a speech. You're certainly fired up. The Saiyan Prince lives up to his name."
Vegeta looked at them and spat out a mouthful of blood. "You puppet brats, don't you dare judge me!" No. 17 told Vegeta, "I admire your fighting spirit, but let me make one thing clear: no one is to interfere in Vegeta and No. 18's duel."
"Otherwise, you'll have to get through me first!" Hearing that, Vegeta breathed a sigh of relief. "They're all a bunch of timid pacifists. Don't worry, they won't interfere." That reassured No. 18!
Seeing that things had settled down, No. 18 asked Vegeta, "Shall we continue?" "Of course! Come on!" The two charged at each other and resumed their fight. Vegeta rushed up to No. 18 and slammed his head into her.
Then he punched her in the back, smashing her into the ground. Vegeta didn't stop there. He fired a blast of energy at No. 18, leveling the nearby mountain. When the smoke cleared, No. 18 was still standing.
But her clothes were in tatters, and her face looked haggard, with a hint of anger beneath her exhausted expression. Vegeta flew down and told her, "You've made me angry. I'm going to kill you."
No. 18 tossed off her jacket. "That's incredible! You may