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“There’s the busta! Light him up!”
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.”
The man—Vegeta, if the glitching text in CJ’s peripheral vision was to be believed—snapped his head toward him. “You. Earthling. You have the look of a low-class warrior. Point me to the nearest threat, or I will vaporize this entire… what do you call this hovel?” GTA San Andreas Vegeta Mod -Normal Download Link-
Before CJ could apologize, a lime-green Peyote full of Ballers rolled around the corner. Big Smoke’s intel was right—they were making a move on the Johnson turf. The lead Baller leaned out the window, a Tec-9 in his hand.
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The air pressure dropped. Vegeta’s aura flickered gold. “Did you just call me… short ?” “There’s the busta
The sky didn’t just get dark. It announced itself. A blinding, golden flash bleached the color out of Grove Street. When CJ’s vision returned, the familiar cracked asphalt was gone. In its place was a smoking, perfect crater shaped like a footprint. And standing in it, arms crossed, was a man who looked like he’d just swallowed a wasp nest.
Tenpenny was never seen again. A wanted level didn’t just go away. It evaporated .
From that moment on, Los Santos belonged to the Prince. “And look, man, I got enough problems
“The hell?” CJ muttered.
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And the unshakeable knowledge that anyone—any Baller, any cop, any snitch—who messed with Grove Street would be reduced to a fine, subatomic mist.
He placed a gloved hand on CJ’s shoulder. It felt like a hydraulic press.
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.”