Vegeta's indignation moved Beerus to grant his request.
Beerus said, "Crush him for me."
"Yes, Lord Beerus."
After saying that, Vegeta leaped straight onto the arena. Gaino, meanwhile, waved Frost onto the arena as well.
On the arena, Vegeta's eyes burned with rage. The moment he looked at the man before him, the fire in his heart began to blaze. And now that Gaino had approved the use of Frost's secret weapon, Frost had become even more arrogant.
He laughed wildly, his gaze at Vegeta bloodthirsty. Yet he still maintained his usual image of a refined gentleman. "Mr. Vegeta, it would be my pleasure to fight you. Though I'm afraid you may find it somewhat difficult to adjust here."
Vegeta said, "I, Vegeta, hate pretentious bastards like you the most. Hey, make your move! Let's see just how powerful that poison stinger of yours is."
"Oh-ho-ho-ho. Mr. Vegeta, I'm sure it will leave a lasting impression on you."
In the stands, Broly kept looking Cooler over, glancing at his left arm now and then, then his right arm. After going back and forth like that, he began to irritate Cooler.
Cooler roared, "Hey, Broly, enough already! What exactly are you looking for on me? You're really pissing me off."
Broly said, "Cooler, why don't you have a poison stinger? I looked everywhere and couldn't find one."
"Why would I have one? I told you, that guy in the arena isn't from our Frost Demon race. Just because he has one doesn't mean I do."
"You're lying!"
The moment those words came out, Cooler was somewhat dumbfounded. He asked blankly, "How did I lie to you?"
Broly said righteously, "When Gohan was fighting that guy earlier, you said he was a relative of the Frost Demon race! What, are you denying