"The finals! Vegeta versus Dharma King Teng Qing! Begin!"
Although Dharma King Teng Qing had not taken long to defeat Piccolo, what he had not expected was that Vegeta had also made short work of the other semifinalist.
When Vegeta stood before Dharma King Teng Qing, Teng Qing let out a cold laugh.
"Hmph. I never expected you to be competing here as well. It seems you're determined to claim the Dragon Balls too, aren't you?"
Vegeta burst into laughter. "I don't care whether you're some Dharma King or apostle or whatever. I'll say this much: whatever I, Vegeta, want, I get."
Dharma King Teng Qing laughed loudly. "I never thought you, Vegeta, would be so fond of boasting. Fine, then let me see what strength you have that gives you the nerve to say something like that."
Dharma King Teng Qing struck without warning, punching toward Vegeta's chest. Vegeta raised his fist to block the attack, and the clash of their offense and defense erupted with a thunderous bang.
But Vegeta sneered. "Dharma King Teng Qing, I don't even need my left hand to deal with you. Do you believe that?"
The entire arena erupted at Vegeta's words. Not only was Dharma King Teng Qing taken aback—even Piccolo was startled when he heard them!
He had only just fought Dharma King Teng Qing himself, and he knew full well that Teng Qing was no easy opponent! Even after Piccolo had used all his strength, even unleashing his ultimate technique—Split-Split-Split Explosive Throw—Technique: Super-Charged Special Beam Cannon, he had failed to cause Dharma King Teng Qing any real trouble. So why did Vegeta dare make such an arrogant claim?
Dharma King Teng Qing suddenly burst into laughter, his voice growing louder and louder until it shot into the heavens!
"Hahahahahaha! Vegeta,