Post by Rako Z. Hofferson on Apr 18, 2017 21:43:30 GMT
The Saiyan male sat at his humble little food stand located on one of the many busy sidewalks of the East Capitol. A few days ago he had purchased a stand where he could cook and distribute food to the masses. Turns out he was a pretty damn good cook though he'd never done it before. But, business just wasn't thriving like it usually was. This was abnormal and it kind of annoyed Rako. In fact, the more he thought about the difference in business between now and a few days ago, the more annoyed he became. Soon enough he just slammed his hand on the closest thing out of anger. Unfortunately for him, that was the grill which was on and hot.
Due to the sudden pain of a flaming hot grill, the Saiyan yelped, hopping back from the grill causing the stool he had been sitting in to fall over. This only made everything worse as the dark-skinned alien tripped over the fallen stool causing him to fall into the pots and pans on the rack at the back of the stand. When one fell, so did the rest and eventually they all piled up on top of Rako who was now slumped over on the floor. "Ow...", he groaned quietly. Being that he was off guard that whole fiasco kind of hurt him but he quickly got over it as he scurried to his feet still mad over the lack of business.
He needed this money so he could get better training equipment and give himself more of a challenge. The gravity on Earth made usual training activities easier than they should have been so he'd need something to make up for it. He had something in mind but in order to acquire it he had to work. In his mind this was simply a roadblock. Once again he slammed his fist on another surface, this time not the grill, and growled. He then rushed over to the window and looked over down the block. An enemy stand! So that's what was causing him all this trouble. This other stand was getting in his way of training! He'd end this, now. Peeking his head out of the window where he'd serve the food he cooked he'd turn toward the other stand. "Hey buddy!", he yelled at the other stand user. "I was on this block first! Go sell your food somewhere else! I'm trying to raise some money for training here!"
The man at the other stand also peeked his head out and turned to respond to Rako. "Look buddy, it's a hustle out here! If you ain't got the guts then get on outta here!", he yelled back at the Saiyan. Rako placed his hand on his heart and leaned back in disgust. "How rude!", he said to the man. "You're the one getting in the way of me progressing with MY training." The other man just stared at Rako for a few seconds before opening his mouth and speaking once more. "Yeah, well tough luck buddy!" And with that he went back to cooking for the customers who were lined up in front of his stand. Rako shook his fist in the air filled with anger then remembered he was a warrior. A sinister grin creeped across his face. Maybe he should send a Kiai Wind Wave over there and blow his food away. Yeah, then he'd have no competition at all.
Just then though, he felt a bit of a shock over his body as he sense a relatively high power level somewhere in the area. It seemed familiar...yes, a power he had encountered briefly way back when he got into a tussle with a bunch of bad guys over a little girl. Perhaps he'd go visit the source of this power.
Due to the sudden pain of a flaming hot grill, the Saiyan yelped, hopping back from the grill causing the stool he had been sitting in to fall over. This only made everything worse as the dark-skinned alien tripped over the fallen stool causing him to fall into the pots and pans on the rack at the back of the stand. When one fell, so did the rest and eventually they all piled up on top of Rako who was now slumped over on the floor. "Ow...", he groaned quietly. Being that he was off guard that whole fiasco kind of hurt him but he quickly got over it as he scurried to his feet still mad over the lack of business.
He needed this money so he could get better training equipment and give himself more of a challenge. The gravity on Earth made usual training activities easier than they should have been so he'd need something to make up for it. He had something in mind but in order to acquire it he had to work. In his mind this was simply a roadblock. Once again he slammed his fist on another surface, this time not the grill, and growled. He then rushed over to the window and looked over down the block. An enemy stand! So that's what was causing him all this trouble. This other stand was getting in his way of training! He'd end this, now. Peeking his head out of the window where he'd serve the food he cooked he'd turn toward the other stand. "Hey buddy!", he yelled at the other stand user. "I was on this block first! Go sell your food somewhere else! I'm trying to raise some money for training here!"
The man at the other stand also peeked his head out and turned to respond to Rako. "Look buddy, it's a hustle out here! If you ain't got the guts then get on outta here!", he yelled back at the Saiyan. Rako placed his hand on his heart and leaned back in disgust. "How rude!", he said to the man. "You're the one getting in the way of me progressing with MY training." The other man just stared at Rako for a few seconds before opening his mouth and speaking once more. "Yeah, well tough luck buddy!" And with that he went back to cooking for the customers who were lined up in front of his stand. Rako shook his fist in the air filled with anger then remembered he was a warrior. A sinister grin creeped across his face. Maybe he should send a Kiai Wind Wave over there and blow his food away. Yeah, then he'd have no competition at all.
Just then though, he felt a bit of a shock over his body as he sense a relatively high power level somewhere in the area. It seemed familiar...yes, a power he had encountered briefly way back when he got into a tussle with a bunch of bad guys over a little girl. Perhaps he'd go visit the source of this power.