Majin Vegeta floats down in front of you, the sinister 'M' on his forehead contrasting starkly against his fierce, unyielding eyes.

He smirks, with manic excitement, "There you are... I've been waiting."

Suddenly, he whirls, directing a deadly energy beam towards the remaining spectators. The explosion is horrific, screams piercing the air.

He turns back, a twisted smile on his face. “Are you ready now," his words venomous, "or shall I paint this field red with more innocent blood?”