Bald Vegeta Novels & Stories

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.

"Ignore them. Go get ready." Black Garuda looked as though he had just been pardoned from death row. "Yes, Boss!" He immediately disappeared backstage. *** Inside a VIP room on the second floor. A large bald man covered in scars watched everything unfold. His eyes were as cold as a snake's. Bima Sangar. Calista's greatest rival in tonight's battle for territory. Behind him stood two fighters with dangerous auras. "That Darmawan girl managed to find someone like him?" He sneered before turning to one of his subordinates. "Go tell them to surrender now."

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!”

Before the bald man could react, he was pressed by the tremendous pressure and knelt on the ground, unable to move at all. Terrifying rich blood energy burst out of the young man's body, which made him look like a devil that ruled the world. "Who... who... Who... are you?" The bald man couldn't suppress the extreme shock in his heart. He felt as if he were an ant pressed under a great mountain. In the face of such a majestic power of blood energy, he couldn't resist at all. "That's just horrible. "Just by running the power of blood energy in his body, he was able to crush me, and my cultivation is in the Saint Realm. What kind of monster is he?" The bald man was shocked and couldn't understa

Hulk walked towards the naked man throwing grudging looks at the bald man from time to time. “Enough!” Bald one contorted his face as he walked towards Hulk. He stopped when he was a few inches away and raised his ugly face arrogantly “The one to challenge me in fist fight is yet to be born. I will give you one chance. Disappear from here and never set foot in here again or else…” He paused deliberately and turned his vicious gaze towards the naked man’s lower body “you will be serving a few of those, every single time”. Hulk didn’t wait for any other words and rushed out of the joint. The crowd surrounded the bald man to listen to his vicious feats. No one noticed that the silent matted hai

I said, a smile pulling at my mouth. Even as my inner bitch cringed, she shook her hair back and gave a little finger wave. The lead guy, his bald head shiny under the light, laughed. This guy had all of his teeth. The crop of closely trimmed salt and pepper hair outlined his mouth. Old tattoos looked like bleeding green snakes around his neck. "The suka has fire." His lean, beef jerky body, shook under his laughter. Baldy apparently had at least a passing sense of humor.

After a while, the bald man said, “You’re new, right? Do you know what happened to the security guard who ruined my plan? I crippled his arm on the spot. If he hadn’t run fast, his leg would have been broken.” After the bald man finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the woman with a wretched expression, like a hungry wolf looking at food in its mouth. Jack’s face was filled with black lines. ‘F*ck. So arrogant. Why don’t you take a look at whose chassis this belongs to? This is my chassis.’ Jack glanced at them coldly. The four hooligans only had a maximum combat value of 40. Fighting with him was simply courting death. It would not be challenging at all.