Vegeta Speeches Novels & Stories

With uncontrollable anger, Vesa broke through the lines of the demonstrators. Valentino shouted loudly "Vesa. No. Ruslan, Derrick. Stop him!" Unfortunately they were too late Vesa was already there and was pulling the shirt of the man who had said his father was a murderer. In a scary voice, Vesa said, "Could you repeat what you just said again?"

"Ready for another round?” "Mr. Kade, you're full of energy, but I must admit defeat," Serena replied with a playful smile. "Weren't you just keeping up? What's changed?" Serena couldn't back down from a challenge like this. She smirked, "Honey, I've heard too much can be bad for you. I'm just looking out for you. There's always tomorrow..."

She always says nice things about them, and I believe her; after seeing how they treat their employees, as well as each other every day. I sighed when I saw him without his t-shirt, causing Payton to laugh. “I still can’t believe you have not spoken to him before.” She chimed with laughter. “I know right? I mean he probably thinks I am a mute by now.” I groaned. Sometimes I wonder if that was way worse. She raised her index finger “One day, something is going to happen that requires you to speak.” I shook my head “That day will never come.” “Never say never, Chasity.” She sang in a warning tone.

“Thank you” “Take my advice, Miss. God will take control” “Thank you” I muttered in response. Then he exited the ward. “Then I remember a line in one of Ibquake’s spoken word videos. She said “Why do you think God will not defend you to the end when the problem is you think the end is near?” “God don't fail. Teach this body to abide or let this body just die!”

His voice calm, dangerous. “To the Varela daughter… If you want to fight for ghosts, come and die with them. But this empire was never yours to reclaim.” He looked directly into the camera. “I’m not your enemy. I’m your evolution.” The screen went black.

He is trying to plant a seed of doubt in me, but I was not hearing such bullcrap. I turned to my warriors, raising my voice so it carried over the crowd. “This is it!” I shouted. “They’ve come to take what’s ours, but we won’t let them. This is our land, our fight, and we will not back down for revenge.!” A roar rose from my warriors, their resolve solidifying.

Ubuntu blurted out, bursting out in rage. "Even if we forget about everyone, these ones outside, should we also forget about them too… They had mates, they had children, they had families. I mean we had families… But now you've drowned them all, all because of your fucking, stinking ego…" Ubuntu spat. "What the fuck do I even tell them, huh??" "You tell them nothing," Casandra responded. "I would address them, by myself."

A feat that none had been able to achieve before. Chu Xun beheld the audience with a stoic look on his face, "Finally, I say this to the stout defenders of our Huaxia lands: Never forget why you choose to become a soldier and never forget your mission. The alien races might be powerful. They might be fearless and ferocious. But so are we! If they can take our lands, then let them come! Let them come! But they'll pay! We'll make them pay! For every ground they take, they'll pay with blood!"

(Juniper’s P.O.V) 4 years later: Walking through the halls of my high school, I keep my head down and try and make myself as small as possible. I don’t feel like dealing with people today, not that I ever feel like dealing with people. Particularly teenagers, especially THESE teenagers. After the rogue attack and waking up in the hospital after spending two weeks in a coma, I woke up sounding like I smoked 5 packs a day. All of the doctors my parents had taken me to, all said the same thing, that I would never get my voice back. Even talking with Fae healers, spell casters, and elves nothing could be done. No one could regenerate the cells of the body to fix this, no one had that type of mag

, he says with a smirk. I can hear three growls, ⁑“Speak in Dovahzul maybe that will help her?”, Valentina says.⁑ Nodding my head and speak. “Love, hi lassdilok wa krif whatever los happening ko hin klov. Fah zu’u, please. (Love, you need to fight whatever is happening in your head. For me, please.)”