No, not really, but if Vegeta's going to let him smoke it then he'll gladly use the time to regroup. He can probably get in one last round of good hand-to-hand exchanges, if only to stretch this out and spare himself the annoyance of going down in such an embarrassingly short amount of time.
That response certainly has his eyebrows hiking even further up his forehead, though.]
No shit, really?
[Wow. Just wow. He senses there's a really good story there, but like hell he's going to try to get it out of Vegeta. Instead, he just barks out a laugh.]
How fucking romantic.
[He takes one last, long drag of his smoke, then lets it drop to the ground and grinds it out with the heel of his shoe.
Alright, break's over. The grin falls off his face as the casual air leaves him, and he taps the toe of his shoe against the ground once, twice—
And then kicks off the ground and flashes forward, faster than a lot of humans would be able to even if the speed is nothing compared to what Vegeta can do. He launches into another round of powerful, sure kicks, just trying to make any sort of contact at all. If there's any kind of opening to land a hit, he'll take it, but mostly he just wants to see how long he can keep up with the other man. He pushes himself to be quick and not to get sloppy, and does his damnedest to block in return.
Straight up martial arts -- sans any punching, of course.
The next hard hit he takes from Vegeta will probably end with him being down for the count, though.]
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No, not really, but if Vegeta's going to let him smoke it then he'll gladly use the time to regroup. He can probably get in one last round of good hand-to-hand exchanges, if only to stretch this out and spare himself the annoyance of going down in such an embarrassingly short amount of time.
That response certainly has his eyebrows hiking even further up his forehead, though.]
No shit, really?
[Wow. Just wow. He senses there's a really good story there, but like hell he's going to try to get it out of Vegeta. Instead, he just barks out a laugh.]
How fucking romantic.
[He takes one last, long drag of his smoke, then lets it drop to the ground and grinds it out with the heel of his shoe.
Alright, break's over. The grin falls off his face as the casual air leaves him, and he taps the toe of his shoe against the ground once, twice—
And then kicks off the ground and flashes forward, faster than a lot of humans would be able to even if the speed is nothing compared to what Vegeta can do. He launches into another round of powerful, sure kicks, just trying to make any sort of contact at all. If there's any kind of opening to land a hit, he'll take it, but mostly he just wants to see how long he can keep up with the other man. He pushes himself to be quick and not to get sloppy, and does his damnedest to block in return.
Straight up martial arts -- sans any punching, of course.
The next hard hit he takes from Vegeta will probably end with him being down for the count, though.]