[No one ever just stands there inviting the blow, and though they haven't been at this for overly long yet it's at least been long enough for Sanji to know that if Vegeta thinks he can take this, then...he probably can.
Which likely means terrible things for Sanji, but there's no way he's going to try to change course now. He summons up his haki, wills as much strength to flow through his leg as he can, and just hopes he can make the asshole budge even a little.
To have his leg just fucking caught like that, with barely any give to Vegeta's grasp, is the real blow -- to Sanji.
It's really damn jarring given the speed he was dropping at, and it sends a tremor straight up his leg to his hip that is quickly followed by a jolt of pain. Not that he has much time to do anything about it. He catches that smirk from Vegeta, which only has him scowling in return, a whole slew of curses ready to fall from his lips as he tries to slam his other knee into the side of Vegeta's head—
He doesn't get the chance to, though, as he's s abruptly hurled across the field as though he's little more than a sack of shitty flour.
Hell, he doesn't even have time to twist his body around again. There's no softening the landing this time, he just slams into the ground shoulder first and tumbles through the dirt. Eventually his momentum slows enough that he manages to get his legs under him again, one knee braced against the ground. He pants, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth and wiping away a trickle of blood. And then, despite the fact that he's obviously lost and/or is going to lose this match, Sanji finally returns that smirk.]
Heh... I pissed you off somehow, huh?
[He can tell. This is more than Vegeta just being stronger than him -- he's knocking Sanji around like he wants to squash him rather than get any kind of decent workout or spar out of this. Some part of Sanji figures he's probably lucky the man's held back enough to not actually kill him.
His gaze drifts to the side, finding Bulma in the crowd briefly, before it snaps back to Vegeta.]
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Which likely means terrible things for Sanji, but there's no way he's going to try to change course now. He summons up his haki, wills as much strength to flow through his leg as he can, and just hopes he can make the asshole budge even a little.
To have his leg just fucking caught like that, with barely any give to Vegeta's grasp, is the real blow -- to Sanji.
It's really damn jarring given the speed he was dropping at, and it sends a tremor straight up his leg to his hip that is quickly followed by a jolt of pain. Not that he has much time to do anything about it. He catches that smirk from Vegeta, which only has him scowling in return, a whole slew of curses ready to fall from his lips as he tries to slam his other knee into the side of Vegeta's head—
He doesn't get the chance to, though, as he's s abruptly hurled across the field as though he's little more than a sack of shitty flour.
Hell, he doesn't even have time to twist his body around again. There's no softening the landing this time, he just slams into the ground shoulder first and tumbles through the dirt. Eventually his momentum slows enough that he manages to get his legs under him again, one knee braced against the ground. He pants, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth and wiping away a trickle of blood. And then, despite the fact that he's obviously lost and/or is going to lose this match, Sanji finally returns that smirk.]
Heh... I pissed you off somehow, huh?
[He can tell. This is more than Vegeta just being stronger than him -- he's knocking Sanji around like he wants to squash him rather than get any kind of decent workout or spar out of this. Some part of Sanji figures he's probably lucky the man's held back enough to not actually kill him.
His gaze drifts to the side, finding Bulma in the crowd briefly, before it snaps back to Vegeta.]
So who is she?