Below the Arena, Vegeta clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked.
"Damn it, Kakarot actually won that easily."
"And I nearly got myself killed."
Vegeta leaned against the cold wall, resentment churning in his chest.
He stared at the figure on the Arena, veins bulging on his forehead. He wanted nothing more than to charge up there and fight Goku again.
But he had already been eliminated. He had not even made it into the top six.
All he could do was bottle up that resentment, letting it turn into waves of frustrated anger.
Putting Kakarot beneath his heel had been his goal for decades, one he had never forgotten.
Defeating Kakarot fair and square had become an obsession he could never shake.
No amount of sparring in private could compare to a fair, life-and-death showdown in the Arena.
Just as he was lost in thought, a gentle voice carrying an inexplicable pressure sounded before him. "Mr. Vegeta."
Vegeta went rigid, badly startled.
Who was it?
Vegeta's Ki tightened instantly, his Super Saiyan energy on the verge of erupting.
Someone had actually appeared before him without a sound, without his senses picking up the slightest movement.
If that person had meant him harm, he could have lost his life right then.
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Vegeta's forehead. With difficulty, he raised his head to look at the person standing before him.
The first thing he saw was a face that always wore a gentle smile.
But to Vegeta, that seemingly harmless face was more terrifying than any powerful enemy.
This was the pinnacle of all the universes, the being who stood above every God of Destruction and Angel-the Grand Minister.
"G-Grand Minister." Vegeta swallowed, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
He quickly reined in his aggression, not