Vegeta didn’t respond, at least not verbally. He wasn’t sure what the dude was up to, but he wasn’t going to allow him too much room for an opening. As soon as he spoke up, Vegeta, hands still on the tree, moved his head out from behind it and tried finding him in the dark. Alas, it was pitch black.
With a grunt, he released a couple eye beams nearby, using the ignited blast to locate his enemy. Then he fired more as soon as he caught sight of him.
He hated it when people didn’t respond to his taunts. He didn’t like not getting his way, and it made him huff, mixing it with a low snarl. Something was building up around the boy’s head though, and he took a couple of steps back and to the side, a beam narrowly missing him, but clipping his scarf.
Godamnit, he liked that scarf!
He kept a careful eye on the tree as he rounded it, placing his hand against a street light and stealing whatever wattage was trying to come back on. He had to finish this, those dumb humans cared about their internet and TV and someone would be called out soon.
Vegeta just kept firing at him, but he had to move his head from one side of the tree to the other to keep aiming properly.
Staying still allowed him to notice that he was bleeding from the mouth. His impact with the concrete earlier had knocked one of his teeth out. And he was having a rather difficult time moving. It was going to be difficult to get out of this one.
And as soon as he heard vehicles on the way, he ducked behind and alley, outright dropping the fight to jog off.
He’d just kill the dumb brat, later.