[There just simply isn't enough words to express how much Vegeta absolutely hates his life right about now. Complete unadulterated hate. It felt like a hammer had come right down on his pride and crushed it into several thousand pieces, and who knew how long it would take him to put it back together, and that was only if a refreshing breeze didn't come along and scatter them all.]
[And quite frankly, it's taking every inch of willpower he has to keep from completely losing it, face still a bright red, fists clenched. And he can't say anything either, lest Aang suspects what's wrong with him.]
[So he turns without saying anything, and will try to leave before Aang can stop him.]
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[And quite frankly, it's taking every inch of willpower he has to keep from completely losing it, face still a bright red, fists clenched. And he can't say anything either, lest Aang suspects what's wrong with him.]
[So he turns without saying anything, and will try to leave before Aang can stop him.]