His subordinate, however, stared wide-eyed, his hair practically standing on end in shock. He had spotted Vegeta outside the window.
This was the 120th floor! How could that guy be outside the building?
"H-he... he, he..." The subordinate trembled in terror, unable to get his words out.
Puzzled by his subordinate's reaction, Commander Red turned to look.
At first glance, Commander Red thought the boy looked familiar. Whose kid is that? Haven't I seen him somewhere before?
"Whose little brat are you? How did you climb up to the top of our building?" Commander Red snapped.
"Commander, he... he's that little monster!" His subordinate was losing his composure. Did the commander leave his brain behind?
"What?" Startled, Commander Red sprang out of his chair and checked the photograph on his desk. Sure enough, it was that little monster.
"Come on, open the window." Vegeta smiled and beckoned to the people inside.
"Fuck!" Commander Red flew into a rage and barked, "Guards! Shoot him! Shoot him!"
At his command, dozens of fully armed Red Ribbon Army guards stormed in, aimed at Vegeta, and unleashed a fierce barrage of gunfire.
The glass, coffee table, and walls were instantly riddled with holes.
Vegeta merely smiled and moved forward. Amid the hail of bullets, he leisurely picked up the Dragon Balls on the desk, even examining them one by one.
Everyone was stunned. Where the fuck did this monster come from?
Vegeta packed the Dragon Balls into the bag he had prepared beforehand, and his lips curved into a wicked smile.
"Cease fire! Cease fire!" Commander Red hurriedly ordered.
The gunfire finally stopped. Everyone stared at the completely unscathed Vegeta, their scalps tingling with terror. Some even rubbed their eyes hard, unable to believe what had just happened.
"My friend, my friend, forgive our poor hospitality just now." Commander Red hurried over and greeted Vegeta with a broad smile.
"What do you want?" Vegeta asked, glancing at him.
"My friend, I have a proposal. Would you be interested in hearing it?" Commander Red asked with a cheerful smile. Under the circumstances, he could no longer spare a thought for the Dragon Balls.
"Not interested." Vegeta rejected him without a second thought.
Commander Red froze. What the fuck? That's not how this is supposed to go! You should at least ask what the proposal is before deciding whether you're interested!
"What I mean is... look, you're so powerful, and our Red Ribbon Army has tens of thousands of troops. If we join forces, this world will be ours. I'll be number one, and you'll be number two... what do you think... Aah!" Commander Red had barely gotten that far before he let out a scream.
Then, to their horror, everyone saw that the little monster had thrown their supreme commander out of the building.
This was 120 stories up!
Splat!
A few seconds later, Commander Red was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, off to report to Yemma's Palace with his dreams still in his heart.
With the Dragon Balls secured, Vegeta wasted no more time and flew straight out of the high-rise. Looking down, he saw Nappa still playing his little punching-and-kicking game.
"Nappa, take your time and have fun," Vegeta said. Leaving the enthusiastic Nappa behind, he turned and sped toward the sixth Dragon Ball.
With the four Dragon Balls from the Red Ribbon Army, Vegeta now had five in total. He needed only two more to complete the set.
The thought of his wish soon coming true filled Vegeta with excitement.
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