God, Vegeta would want nothing more than to wipe the floor with your face- which he can and will do so the moment you get off the ground and stop all your whinin' n' cryin', that is. Unfortunately that seems not to be the case anytime soon. And no matter how many insults and other degradations of that caliber he threw your way... You stayed on the ground, curled up in a fetal-like position... It was absolutely pathetic.

Truly, you were a disgrace to the Saiyan race all together. But this time Vegeta figured to keep his uncaring, crude comments to himself, you were already loud enough as it is, some audacity you had... Hmph. Fuckin' screamin' bloody murder on the ground like some sissy as if you hadn't been pummeling him into the ground only minutes ago. Did you have no shame? Ah! The question in itself was a completely redundant one after all these years he's dealt with your antics, of course, you had no fuckin' shame whatsoever! If you did, you would've acted like the fully-grown Saiyan that you were and got up off the ground to continue your guys training. Not whatever the hell this was, but really, Vegeta could still not get over how unbecoming this was of Earth's supposed protector. Heh. "Protector", his royal ass... You were nothing but a man baby.

One that couldn't handle a few scratches n' booboos, is what Vegeta had inquired about from your dramatics today. But even so, you had been beaten a literal inch into your life before on so many more occasions than he can recall. So why? Why now whilst you two were supposed to be training for the next the both of you would have to face your next foe and be beaten a literal inch into your lives, had you broken so before the pain? It was so unlike you in general, even weirder than your usual questionable activities. As the other Saiyan could only watch in grimace in second-hand embarrassment, because he was most definitely not dropping down to your level of weakness to fuckin' comfort you, or whatever, absolutely not.