Vegeta stared, the wind slightly ruffling his spiky black hair; until, in no more than seconds, he quickly approached. At least at that moment he wasn't expecting anyone there, nor had he felt any presence moments ago.

"What are you doing here, insect?" Vegeta asked, now holding a grip from behind, like someone would hold an animal by the back.

"Don't tell me you want to fight me… Heh, I never turn down a fight, be honored that the great prince of the Saiyans defeated you." He said with pride and his characteristic, absurd security.