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He refused to drive cars (“Earth vehicles are beneath the Saiyan elite.”) but he would fly at Mach 2, hovering just above CJ’s head as they cruised the strip in a Savanna.

He placed a gloved hand on CJ’s shoulder. It felt like a hydraulic press.

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He was short, but the sheer gravity of his anger made him feel ten feet tall. Black hair flamed into a widow’s peak. A blue spandex bodysuit hugged a ridiculously muscled frame. White armor gloves and boots. And a scowl that could curdle milk at fifty paces. GTA San Andreas Vegeta Mod -Normal Download Link-

He even developed a Saiyan’s respect for CJ. “You are weak,” Vegeta admitted one night, as they stood on the roof of CJ’s Mulholland mansion, watching the sun set over a city that was slowly, grudgingly, becoming peaceful. “Your power level is an embarrassment to all warrior races. But you have… pride. You claw back what is yours. You do not beg.”

The strangest part? Vegeta started to… adapt. He couldn’t find his rival, Kakarot, so he found new ones. He declared the Ballers a “degenerate army of clowns” and began systematically reducing their crack labs to glass craters. He challenged Big Smoke to a one-on-one battle, only to be disgusted when Smoke offered him a number nine, large. “You would eat before a fight? Pathetic.”

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The car didn’t explode. It un-existed . One moment it was there, the next, a perfectly hemispherical crater, three feet deep and thirty feet wide, occupied the space where the car—and a chunk of the road, a fire hydrant, and Mrs. Glick’s prize-winning azaleas—used to be. There was no sound. No fire. Just a low hum and the smell of ozone.

He didn’t understand money. When CJ tried to teach him how to pimp, he instead challenged the pimp to a fistfight, then blasted the Hoe-Train into the Pacific because the driver “looked at him wrong.”

“A ‘hood,” CJ said, sighing. “And look, man, I got enough problems. Ballers are pushing product on my corner, Tenpenny’s shaking me down, and now I got a short, angry cosplayer asking for directions.” He refused to drive cars (“Earth vehicles are

Bullets pinged off the sidewalk. CJ dove behind a trash can. But Vegeta didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. He just raised one finger.

From that moment on, Los Santos belonged to the Prince.