An army, huh? [That earns a raised eyebrow.] And who are you exactly looking to recruit, Warchief? And what will you do with your army once you're done defeating whatever it is you deem as the enemy?

[His arms are angrily folded back across his chest at this. It made sense that he would want to do that to the Saiyan, given what Garrosh has provided about himself. But that bloodthirst for battle, to win, to be the dominant race of people, ruling over all; he knew it well. Would it end simply there? But the orc has done nothing yet. All words.]

But most importantly, what makes you think anyone is going to want to join your little army of misfits? You don't exactly come off as approachable. [Vegeta proabably couldn't be hypocriting harder right now.]