Vegeta Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

Mane dashed towards Dan with his arms tucked in. The veins on his arms throbbed as Mane prepared his muscles for a devastating attack. His legs moved speedily, and he covered a lot of ground quickly. Dan watched Mane’s approach with an approving smile. But within that smile, was a tinge of seriousness. Although he looked laid back, Mane didn’t leave any openings to be exploited. Finally, Mane reached Dan. He took a deep breath and prepared to unleash a strong punch.

Satake woke in a standing position. Except his feet were barely touching the floor. Head bowed forward, the muscles in his body twanged. Something was banded across his chest. A crest of some sort and it stung. His body felt numb. Especially his back region. He tried to move only to realize that his arms were wrenched above him, his wrists hemmed together. He wriggled but couldn’t move much. The air around him was musty with a lingering scent of blood.

He even crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to look unbothered. “I don’t want any trouble man.” “If you didn’t want problems, you wouldn’t chase it everywhere. Do you really think I’d let you touch what’s mine?”

Why had she chosen to use her defenseless left arm. She knew why. There was a low whirring sound coming from above and Elektris had lowered her arm, a confused look on her visage. The lightning that she was to destroy Viper with was dancing in a sort of ball right over Viper's head where she held up her left arm. Viper looked at the ball of lightning above her. She moved her arm, feeling the familiar energy of the chi flowing greatly within her at that particular moment. Elektris stepped away, relieving pressure off Viper's chest as she took her foot away from her.

“I’m sorry about how he approached you. He must have recognized you and tried to talk to you but couldn’t. He can’t talk. And he’s quite sick.” Oh, right? Is it why his eyes are the only part of his head that isn’t in a mask? He’s wearing a glove as well. In fact, his entire body is covered with wool except the goddamn eyes that keeps staring at me! He makes a sign by placing one index finger on the other index. One is horizontal. The other is vertical. I crease my brows, confused as fuck. “What… why’s he gesturing at me?” Chelsea smiles. “He says his name is Cross.”

She froze upon realizing how someone could jump over them that high? Are they human? "Are you okay?" full of worry, Zaiden said. She looked up at him and nodded. Her gaze shifted to Zaiden's right arm with a large wound, blood dripping. "Zaiden! You have a wound!" she said in apprehension. "It's nothing," he retorted simply. Vesta wonders why the man doesn't seem to feel the pain. Like that wound was just bitten by an ant. Or maybe, he just doesn’t want to be obvious to her, afraid I might get upset?

He was standing by the door with his legs crossed and his arms around his chest, hands tucked under his arms—effortlessly handsome. I didn't realize he was in a casual short-sleeve tee until my eyes landed on his muscles; they were just like years ago, or maybe even more muscular as the veins were more visible now. I don't know what was happening, as I couldn't pull my eyes from his arms.

Before the assault hits him, he then screams and vanishes them in a single slash. Cakra then turns three of his left arms into a trident, hammer, and sword. When he is about to pound the guy, the guy has vanished six of Cakra’s arms in a single slash. "This is bad, I don”t have enough Iru to regenerate Cakra’s additional arm nor any weapons for him. What should I do? I can”t leave it to Alfi, I want to protect him!" Kartika thought agitated. “HAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT’S WRONG?! GIVE UP ALREADY?” The guy exclaimed.

That's fair," I said, trying not to let my heart leap out of my chest while maintaining a comfortable posture. When we went outdoors, I tossed in my closet. The moist, chilly night air was a hint of impending rain. Vega was already wearing patrol armor and had a short sword strapped across her back as she stood at the edge of the training field. When she noticed me, she turned and rapidly scanned my face with her dark eyes, seemingly looking for any concealed injuries. With her time flat, she said, "You shouldn't be out of bed." "So I've heard," I said in a tone that matched hers.