Bald Vegeta Novels & Stories

The middle-aged woman nodded. "Indeed. He ruined our plan, and killing him is the right thing to do. I didn't expect Fifth Elder to fail in doing so!" "Let me go this time," said a bald man. Standing at a height of six feet, his arms looked like dragons because of his bulging arm muscles and he had a rather gruff voice as he spoke.

Sean sneered as a pure light flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he unleashed the condensed energy ball straight at Baldur.

“Did the vetala make her immune to the peanut allergy or simply delay her anaphylactic shock reaction?” “Apparently, it cured her of the allergy. Not only was there no delayed reaction to the peanuts later, but the woman now craves them, and can apparently indulge in them safely now.” “Weird.” “Indeed.” “Vetala are strange,” Savitri said. “But they do kill a lot of people before they are stopped. You must stop this one.” “We will,” X said. “That’s the job.” “What do we do next?” I asked. “What’s the plan?”

“As for you.” Baldy gives me a knowing look. I see him doing something inside his mouth. A moment later he is convulsing and foaming at the mouth. “The cowards way out,” Dad shakes his head

"Let's see if you can handle that." "Unfortunately, I can." His expressionless face showed arrogance. "Lava Magic: Undying Will of Flames." As those words came out of his mouth the gigantic carnivorous plant eventually was covered in raging flames, it later on turned into lava that melted the metal armor in seconds. The plant burned in agony but the boy has no conscience, turning everything to ashes was his specialty. The smirk on his face set victory as the faces of the two was troubled, they didn't expect to encounter a kid with godlike powers.

Len hissed. The armed men were ready to open fire. Tirana and Alicia scurried to the backstage as Vorpaltinger took her stance to guard their escape. From tribal tattoo lines on Vorpaltinger forearms, amber light particles broke out and massive antlers grown from them. The antlers were formed into large, sturdy forearm blades.

Clara and following him were Ajay, Calvin, and Miles with a sword in hand. “King Raiden, if that’s who you are, we demand Shuntha’s head!” Yelled a bald, broad-shouldered, tattooed man. He had a flat wide nose and was missing his two canine teeth, any chance he had he would make any excuse to take off his shirt. His body was covered in tattoos and scars, his most prominent scars were along his forehead as if he was getting scalped. The next ran along his throat and finally one ran along the left side of his face cutting through his eye and lips. He was partially blind because of this, and his eye was almost white but it didn’t stop him from causing the most trouble.

I tell him and bring the blade down. A shrill scream cuts through the air as the blade slices through his earlobe and plummets into the sand. Baldy’s eyes flutter open, he must have shut them earlier and upon seeing the blade that nearly took his life, he screams again and crawls out of the ring yelling, “I yield! I yield! That bitch tried to kill me!”, all the while cupping his ear. I barely even scratched him. Helios steps in and kicks Baldy’s ass. Baldy moans and scrambles off the arena and as I kneel on the sandpit, my eyes fall on the bloodied blade.

The bald man took the blade and stared fascinatedly at how it shone. Vera was certain now. Only Fred could do this. He didn't want to feel the pain that would make his belly twist if they touched his mate that way, and thus he instructed them not to try it either. This made Vera's resolve harder and sharper and fight until her last breath to get out. "I am a Luna. I refuse to die in a closed room. I demand you take me out in the open and slit my throat there." Vera's eyes amplified when the bald man closed his calloused and rough fingers around her throat. He squeezed her neck as his teeth bared.

At the same time, opposite Wilbur, a bald man with a muscular body also jumped onto the platform. The bald man's skin was very pale, and there was even a layer of luster on it, making him look as though he had practiced some kind of special skill. Wilbur knew very well that a cultivator with muscles all over their body typically has their skin discolored due to long-term exposure to the sun. A darker skin tone was the norm for this kind of cultivator. However, this person had pale skin, so he must have practiced special skills. The bald man raised his hand toward Wilbur and said, "My name is Derek. May I ask what your name is?"