Jingle Village. A quaint little village in the Frozen North. Home to a variety of folks all of which enjoy a nice quiet little life. Little did these villagers know... that pretty much nothing was going to change. Moving on.
Callion walked through the small town, looking around at all of the modest homes. During his time on Earth, he had grown accustomed to tall buildings and speeding cars, but this town was completely different than the cities back East. Callion saw none of those strange metal boxes that Earthlings rode around in. The young warrior smiled at how quaint this village was.
The young man wore his standard outfit. Black sleeveless gi with matching pants. Red short sleeved undershirt. A thick red belt tied around his waist with both ends dangling between his crotch and knees. Black spectacles, and red boots with black laces. Matching wristbands with identical large red buttons in the center of them. His belt sat complacently as his tail, which was hidden inside of it was content with the cold air.
His tan skin and flat black hair made him look a bit out of place, and several of the villages gave him odd looks as he walked past them. Heavy Weighted PL: 10,401 BACON
BACON walked into Jingle Village, looking around as it did. For once, it decided to come to a human town without terrorizing the inhabitants. Instead, this time it wanted to just come in, explore, learn more about human culture. It despised them, yes, but they intrigued the saibaman. For example, their machinery. Despite the metal box it had found only going in reverse, the others it had seen seemed to go in all directions. It wondered how they did this, and had come here to research more of human technology. But so far, its research had been fruitless here. This village had few people who even used anything close to these machines, much less wide use. Suddenly, its scouter picked up on a large reading in the village. A power level of 10401, here in this tiny human village. Intrigued, BACON flew over, landing on a building near the reading. The man who the saibaman had scanned was clearly a saiyan. Wonderful. But it decided to just stay and watch the saiyan, to see why he was there.
Callion paused in his walking as he could've sworn he heard the sound of a ship landing somewhere. Looking skyward, he looked around, searching for the source of the noise. He thought he saw a speck of movement on a nearby rooftop, and upon squinting to get a better look, he spotted quite an odd sight. A Saibaman, but the color was off. Brown instead of the traditional green. Callion had never really understood the point of the SSE growing those guys. If Saiyans had so much faith in their own strength, then why waste so much time and resources creating henchmen? These poor creatures were bred for servitude, and they never got a say in the matter. The thought of it disgusted Callion and caused the young warrior to clench his fist.
Callion looked up at the little guy and made a hand gesture for him to come down from the rooftop. The young warrior was very curious as to what the little guy was doing here, and when Callion grew curious, most of his caution went out the window.