Who Do You Think You Are?

The two sides stared at each other.

When the two guards spotted Bulma beside Vegeta, they ignored him completely and grinned. "Boss, the little girl came right to us! Hahaha, now we don't have to go to all that trouble looking for her."

"Dr. Brief, your daughter really is such a good little girl." General Blue kept smiling as he glanced at Bulma behind Vegeta.

Although Bulma was only four, she already understood a great deal. Just outside the door, she had heard them say they wanted to take her away, and she was frightened. Especially when General Blue's cold gaze swept over her, her face went deathly pale, and she couldn't help hiding behind Vegeta.

"Whose kid is this? What an ugly little fucker. Get lost!"

One of the guards glanced at Vegeta, apparently annoyed that he was blocking Miss Bulma from view. Finding him an eyesore, the guard barked at him, then reached for his hair.

Whatever else could be said about it, Vegeta's upright hair was so striking that the guard felt he would be doing his own rough, large hand a disservice if he didn't grab it.

Bam!

Vegeta swung his hand and sent the guard flying with a slap.

The tremendous force sent the guard straight out through the doorway. By the time he hit the ground, he was barely breathing.

The sight sent the other guard scrambling for his gun, ready to unleash a burst of fire at Vegeta without hesitation.

Vegeta grabbed the guard by the collar and casually tossed him backward. He landed squarely on top of his companion and lost consciousness completely.

Vegeta's swift, decisive movements left General Blue wide-eyed, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

With a cold snort, General Blue rose from his seat, his expression growing darker.

General Blue glanced at Dr. Brief and snapped coldly, "Doctor, you've got some nerve. So you're planning to make an enemy of our Red Ribbon Army."

"No... I... that's not true, this..." Dr. Brief was badly frightened. He couldn't understand where this child had come from, or how he even dared to attack members of the Red Ribbon Army.

"Heh, kid, you look like you can fight. But do you know what happens to anyone who crosses our Red Ribbon Army?" General Blue loosened up his muscles and joints as he walked toward Vegeta, step by step.

"Get lost if you don't want to die. I'm not interested in you." Vegeta snorted coldly. He truly had no interest in killing a few Red Ribbon Army small fry.

"Hahaha, big words! Who do you think you are? No one has ever dared speak to me like that!" General Blue was so furious that he laughed, his arrogant laughter echoing through the room.

"I'll give you one last chance. If you don't want your entire Red Ribbon Army wiped out, get out of my sight." Vegeta was growing impatient.

"Hahaha, kid, do you know who you're talking to? You think you can wipe out our Red Ribbon Army all by yourself? Do you even know what kind of organization we are?" General Blue roared with laughter, laughing so hard he nearly passed out.