[March] 15th

Age: 732

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The distance between me and where the scrapyards guard had landed wasn't very hard for a Saiyan to traverse in a hurry.

This fact granted me the honor of witnessing the most one sided beatdown I've ever witnessed. Puffball and the adult were sat in a crater at least twenty feet deep with the younger of the two showing a strategy of launching his smaller body at his foe in a combined attempt at an assault and escape.

Of course either due to the difference in experience, age, or plain old raw power, Puffs' attempts at combat were met with a swift and brutal shutdown.

The older man grasped Puff by his leg before slamming into the ground again and again, showing no mercy to the youth. More disturbingly was the fact that he seemed to be taking some satisfaction in his brutality, letting Puff go briefly before continuing his assault. I could almost swear I heard him chuckle as well, at a minimum the man was smiling.

"Finally caught ya! Little shit's like you make what was supposed to be my 'Quiet' job. My 'Peaceful' Job! Into a goddamned NIGHTMARE!"

He grasped the boy again, this time by his tail, causing Puffball to spasm briefly before going limp as his strength and vigor were traded for weakness and torpor. Getting a much better look at the man, I could see that he was wearing what seemed to be a modified form of Saiyan armor mixed with what seemed to be green fabric.

He was also quite the tall one, appearing to be nearing 6'8, though he was more lanky than bulky thanks to his abnormally long arms and legs.

This, alongside his pale grey skin tone and bald head, made him look far more alien than any of the other Saiyan's I'd met so far.

I hadn't actually seen any fabric since my arrival to this planet! Animal hide and a rough linen-like cloth took up space where normal fabrics and cottons would reside, compared to me he might as well be wearing a high quality suit!

"You'd do this every single DAMNABLE DAY!!! You'd break in like without us noticing. Steal some random BULLSHIT!!! And leave while somehow making it seem like a damn Cresh came through here!"

He punctuated every sentence by slamming Puffball into the ground cackling like a madman all the while. "But NOW! Ehehe- HAHeHA!~ The brass finally approved us to get some of the older scouter models for security, so now you're shit outta luck brat!" He began to accentuate his words with strikes, each one echoing throughout the cave which housed this scrapyard.

"HOW! Crack DO! Thud YOU! Wh-Crack LIKE! Bam ME! Bang NO-ack!?"

This was getting far to hard to watch and I had planned to jump in eventually of course but before I knew it a ki blast had already been formed and fired. Of course it lacked potency due to my overall weakness, but it was more than enough to catch the brute off guard.

I watched his grip loosen before Puffball fell to the ground, the world seemed move in slow-motion and my body was simply not capable of keeping up. Thinking quickly, I fired a second blast from my feet to launch like a rocket towards Puff.

My arms immediately stretched out to grab the brat before he hits the ground, allowing me to land on my two feet with his body held above my teeny tiny figure. In a split second, praying that the grown Saiyan had been knocked on his ass for a good long while, I began to sprint as fast as my legs could manage.

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The lanky Saiyan was reeling from what had just hit him. For a split second a power level in the five hundred's had appeared on the scouters radar, right before he was struck by an energy blast. The surprise and flash from the impact was more troublesome than the damage actually done by the strike.

"Seriously?! I can't believe I actually dropped that rancid chimp of a brat?! He's probably making his escape already with whatever's helping him!" The sheer shame from flinching due to the blast was quickly spurring on an energizing fury to take hold on Mato's form.

Falling with the impact, Mato twisted gracefully into a backflip before lashing out his lanky arms at where the brat would be dropped before scowling as he felt nothing.

Eyes now mostly recovered, he launches himself forward at the figure of a comically tiny Saiyan carrying the beaten form of the brat. He could recognize the rancid 'thing' by it's equally rancid hair, but he had never seen this second figure.

"He's had an accomplice this entire damn time?! Was he making such a mess with multiple people, shit... DID HE TAKE THINGS THAT I HAVEN'T NOTICED THANKS TO THAT GUY!?!?!"

His pupils dilated, his jaw set, his joints popped and all his muscles sung as the fury that fueled him ascended to an emotion completely incomprehensible to the human mind. The lost cut paychecks, the scornful looks from his superiors... Was this why he wasn't getting promoted?!

Years of his prime had been wasted, an exceptional tragedy considering he'd only applied to this job for a shot at becoming an engineering elite.

All while he watched his colleagues pass him as they moved up the ladder leaving him not only stuck in this damn near ancient Tuffle base, but demoted into a goddamned bodyguard.

He'd been lucky enough to be given an education, lucky to be born with a rather intelligent mind, but nowhere near lucky enough to meet the right people. He had barely any connections to the elite's in the upper class, with only his weirdo half-brother Tom keeping him from being locked out of that promised land of comfort.

Decades of despair and the feeling of simply being stuck in a situation do to circumstances he couldn't understand and cannot control begin to spill out of the dark corners of his mind, moving to fuel his nigh endless fury.

A cry crawled it's way from the inferno of his emotions, a single vow bearing context belonging only to it's speaker from now unto forever.

"kill you... I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!"

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I was dead, I was so dead.

What the fuck do I even DO about the guy behind me, shit what can I do about the guy I'm carrying!?

My movements had switched from all out scurrying towards a newfound method of bounding from scrap heap to scrap heap, leaving behind a minor avalanche of scrap in my wake when I heard the grown man screech that he'd kill me.

From from the shiver traveling up my spine and through each and every one of my cells, I understood he'd have no trouble doing so himself, and from the sound of what I assumed to be a sonic boom I could tell he'd be reaching me soon.

I could feel the world begin slow to a crawl when I saw him come screeching through a small mound of scrap. He looked more like something I'd see in a horror film rather than a Shonen manga, his face twisted into a rictus of mental anguish and his arms fully extended outwards to grab me.

Luckily my body was already on the move, latent Saiyan instinct prevailing over my human mentality.

I felt the paradoxically cold heat flow swiftly through my form as I shunted an extra bit of ki into my legs and feet, feeling the infinitesimally small spiritual veins begin to strain to accommodate the new energy before firing off a second shot.

This time instead of telling it to fly off of my body I gave it an exceptionally simply command to explode with all the everything it had, praying that the shockwave would propel me forward with minimal damage to my still healing wounds.

The pain was swift reminder that things don't always go our way. Heat seared through my lower body and my clothes rippled in the blast possibly beginning to burn, I willed my body to resist the blast and my remaining ki was decent enough at keeping my insides where they belonged.

I rocketed forwards at a horrific speed feeling gravity lose the fight with my forward momentum, I gripped Puffballs clothes with all the strength I could possibly manage to keep from dropping him.

Rocketing just above the scrapyard I was now watching our psycho pursuer get flung back by the blast with not so much as a scratch on him, earning a swift 'tsk' of irritation from me. I wasn't trying to kill him of course, but it'd be great if I could knock him off his guard again.

Yet with each passing moment it was becoming clear that my first attacks successfulness was only due to luck, rather than my own skill.

The landing was almost as rough as the takeoff, leaving me and Puffball rolling on the ground while reeling from my slapdash style of flight. To my surprise Puffball was seemingly starting to recover from his beat down at the hands of Mr. Big Lean and Mean.

Luckily he was far quicker on the uptake than I had expected, noticing an incoming blast fired by our shared pursuer, he grabbed me by the arm and began to sprint as fast as he could. Leaving me to either be dragged like a ragdoll behind him or try to sprint to keep up, I think I came to a happy medium.

I was trying to run full tilt to keep up with Puff, occasionally tripping, face planting, and returning to sprinting at full tilt with a fancy new broken nose. Luckily this was better than getting hit by a single one of the blasts fired by Mr. Lanky.

Each one seemed to cause the cave area to tremble and threaten to collapse though, whether by impeccable design or blind luck, the area was holding up for now.

"Where the hell is the exit?!"

"The FUCK do I know?! You're the one who sent us in this direction, right?! So YOU should know where the exit is!"

"I was just tryin' to get myse- Both of us away from that monster! A monster who YOU apparently pissed off"

"You don't know anything, so shaddup already! Creepy brat, I'd bet my next few meals that you're the freak who was tailing me!"

I flinched a little bit, causing me to both fall back on my face again and granting him confirmation of my guilt. The chuckle that followed pissed me off so bad that it almost made me forget our current predicament, luckily our mutual friend is quite quick to remind me.

An impact far greater than any of the ones before shook the ground with such a force that me and puff were sent into the air as though the ground had suddenly become a trampoline.

"I'M GONNA RIP YOU IN HALF FOR WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH!! I'LL RIP OUT YOUR ORGANS, TEAR YOUR SHITTY LITTLE HEADS OFF AND PARADE THEM ACROSS THE MIDDLE DISTRICT!!"

If the heat contained within the mans words were actually tangible I fear me and Puff would have long since turned to ash. I began to feel the air buzz with a new kind of energy, electric in nature yet it carried a much more emotional component within it.

Sparing a glance I saw his maw damn near unhinged with a ball of electrical Ki being charged within it. From what I could tell, it was glowing a hypnotizing mixture of yellow with hints of a truly disgusting shade of red, it gave off a feeling of sheer malevolence that was most definitely pointed at us.

"Hey, man? He's charging up something!" Anxiety was swiftly creeping into my tone, mixed a fierce sense of excitement and incredulity at seeing such an incredible display of power.

"HUH!? It's already stupid that he's been firing blasts in here, what the fuck is he doing now?!" Likewise I could hear some anxiousness in his voice, yet he seemed far more incredulous than anything. He seemed to be looking for something now, with a twinkle of an idea forming behind those childish eyes. Well... I think so anyway, of course he could simply be running through his memories for one last time before his... less than peaceful death. Dear God, I hope I'm wrong about that.

Then I saw a flicker of light at the end of this proverbial tunnel as Puffs mouth split into a devilish grin and that twinkle of an idea had suddenly sparked into a sort of feverish energy, he had clearly come to some sort of epiphany or figured something out. That alone was enough to make my heart skip a beat, I just wanted to get out of here by now.

"Oho, thank FUCK he actually has a plan! C'mon kid, PLEASE come through for me!! I" My heart soared in recognition just as I began to settle into a comfortable feeling of hope, I made the mistake of turning around.

Thanks to this action, I got to witness the man's transformation from its grotesque start to its ghoulish end.

The ball of energy swelled and pulsed until it was similar to a basketball in size, causing its holders jaw to distend in order to further accommodate the blast. However, instead of watching the blast be fired towards us, I saw the ball retreat further and further into its creators mouth. It began to slowly slide down his through in a manner both comical and disgusting, prompting the man to stumble as though he were choking on it.

The ball was bright enough to glow through his skin, allowing me to watch it travel all the way towards his chest and settle before flickering. Twice the light flickered, twice the man spasmed, the muscles in the Saiyans lanky body twitched once, twice, and then began to rapidly expand in a grotesque display of transformation.

Energy was crackling all around him, carving lichtenberg marks throughout his skin and sending a spray of sparks everywhere each time a bolt would strike the ground. His body was constantly twitching, like his body was constantly cramping to try and keep up the form.

His form twitched once more before launching forward at a blistering speed, causing my stomach to drop. We had gained some kind of lead during the time it took for his transformation to take hold, and yet as I saw him launching forward I knew that unless we find a way out of here NOW we'd have no way to survive.

My mind began to work double time in order to figure out a way through this situation to no avail as the adrenaline was beginning to work against me, what was once a lifesaving painkiller and energy boost quickly began preventing me from focusing on any one solution.

Instead, every time I was close to fleshing out a plan, my mind would've already switched gears to a new idea. Concept after concept, they all began to pile up as the man blitzed towards us in a stunning display of speed I couldn't help but believe that this would be where I'd meet my end.

He was getting closer, forty feet, thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet were all that remained as the man devoured the distance between us. I could feel the air between me and the man be to tremble before him, I could taste the electrical power radiating off of him, and most of all... I could feel a tug on my arm.

I felt my body once again be ripped away from the grasp of gravity as Puff flung me over his head like a doll before releasing me into the air in a good old fashion superpowered toss. For a brief moment I believed he had tossed me towards an exit in a valiant sacrifice, this was immediately disproven as my face made first contact with one of the cave walls.

Pain lanced through my body once again as my twice broken nose was thoroughly introduced to the wall before pushing through and into a tunnel, my tiny body rolled with the rest of the force Puffs throw gave me. Up became down and down became up as I rolled and rolled for ages, my body began to hum with the familiar feeling of nausea and soreness.

As it began to build to a peak I finally exited the tunnel and landed in a pile of scrap... Outside?