My father was the galaxy's greatest fighter, and he was doing it long before you were even born. You're history.

But, Piccolo... I don't want you to die! *starts to cry* Piccolo? PICCOLOOO!

(possessed by Baby) Ahahahaha! Your monkey brain really doesn't understand. Our fight is not a question of what you think. It's a simple matter of the math. You're outnumbered, Vegeta.