Bald Vegeta Novels & Stories

The match had become simpler because Zaterra and Zonghuo were now out of commission; only the Yin Yang Twins, Kosano and Budo remained. Budo delivered powerful swipes with his steel melon hammers, intending to squash the monk like a bug. Koumori-shishou called on his mother element and hoisted himself up on top of Budo’s head. He stayed there balanced on a finger until the pirate bonked himself enough times and slumped unconscious.

He warned, “I will give you one last chance to get lost now! Or else, don’t blame me for any missing parts on your body later.” The big bald guy and his group were dumbfounded at first, but later, all of them let out a booming laugh. As a hegemon in Bangkok city, it had been a long time since they have been intimidated by someone like this. “Do you have a death wish, boy?” The big bald man took a step forward. He was ready to show his strength before Don Quijote. Instead, he asked, “Ever heard of Hanuman? It is the God of Strength in Thailand, and by tattooing it on my body, I now possess super strength.”

"Is this the place, Mana-san pestered us about?" A deep voice that made all heads turn to the back. He was as tall as Hagihara, his body more muscular than any kid here, there were snippets of tattoos peeking out onto his neck from his long-sleeved grey shirt. With a bald head and pierced eyebrows... ah, this guy... There's no way he's a high schooler... "...Betelgeuse?" I muttered. "You know them?" Shirai glanced at me.

He had no choice but to back away as his stance was broken. Zen landed next to me, with his stance different from before. “What’s your plan now?” he asked as he cautiously watched the bald man recovering his position. I was about to reply when suddenly the bald man laugh like he has gone mad. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA” Dang… now he really sound like a freaking heretic.

Baldur had said, as he lunged at one Valentine’s goons, a breath later and one of them was sent flying through the trees. “Get him,” Valentine had yelled. The unfolding scene was nothing Ty could have ever imagined or dreamt, Baldur was a monster, he asked for all quarters and gave none in return, his attacks were calculated and precise, Ty was in awe of his Alpha, a strike from the southpaw position whilst dodging an attempted tackle aimed at bringing him down, a sweep of his feet and he had Valentine tumbling over one of his goons.

It doesn't take our minds a single long minute to find the exact corridor footage of that bald warrior, Gage, striking Sandra’s face. Zevran’s fiery temper flares into an absolute explosion instantly as his small mouth yells out, “That bald bastard dared to lay his heavy claws on Mommy! My heart cannot fucking believe his fingers hit her skin! Bro, who is this ugly, bald creep in the armor?” Leori, watching the clear video file of our precious Mommy being choked against the stone wall, begins to cry fat, angry puppy tears right onto the rugs, his voice shaking with pure fury. “He is a giant, bad bully! A mean, disgusting rogue bully! His hands are picking on our Mommy because she is small!”

Ding Hao and the other two were shocked as they sensed the power that only God Realm Masters at the supreme master level could possess from the flame burst just now. "Haha, you can eat it now. Come on, help yourself. I treat you to the fish." The child waved his hand with a smile. "Amitabha, I'm a vegetarian." Golden Cicada quickly declined as he felt what just happened was a little weird. Lei Tingchan frowned and said nothing.

A bald Crysanta Gore rises to her feet, "Damn! I only managed to dodge that lightning blast by using my high reflex and agility." Why?! She's bald now! And with lifeless eyes. "I am the avatar of surprise", her voice had a particular kick to it. "Yes! I can see that now", he says as he slowly backs away. "Call me Gift!" Did she say high reflex and agility? The avatar of surprise, she might turn out to be troublesome. ... Buck coughed out blood as Gift landed a kick on his neck. Every bolt of lightning he threw her way, she easily dodged. She showcased an unbelievable amount of athletism.

The voice asked again, reaching out to touch the amplifier around my neck. "The bitch is mute. I was told she needs that to be able to talk." The first voice responded, this time walking right in front of me and casually fondling my breasts. "Get your fucking hands off me!" I hissed, startling them for a second. The veil was suddenly dragged roughly from over my head, making my hair scatter across my face. I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better view of the assholes. My eyes widened when I saw "Baldie", that dickhead I knocked out earlier in the woods. He was smirking back at me, his hands buried in his pants as he eyed me lustfully. I should have killed him off.

At the same time, Baz flew to his feet and charged toward Wilbur. His body began to grow as he made his way over, muscles bulging out of his skin like a giant as he hurtled toward Wilbur, launching a punch strong enough to make the air constrict. Another Sanctuary level cultivator. "You're dead, bastard!" Baz cried out. Yet Wilbur seemed to not see him at all, swinging his sword toward the Soul-Clutch Hand. Baz's blow had already reached Wilbur. The lady's thin sword had touched Wilbur's skin and would pierce through his body with just the slightest movement.