Finding One's Place

Matoto was letting his hands hold his head up by pressing a palm into his cheek, a bored look on his face while he sipped water. He had been so caught up in his own little world that he only then caught the sounds of a crowd, barely audible from his distance away. If he wasn't bored out of his mind, he wouldn't have investigated the sounds of it. Thankfully when he did, the saiyan's face went from bored to a smile.

His demeanor went from slouched to standing upright posture. He quickly stepped forward as he tried to make out the words of the announcer over the crowds mumbling. The announcer saying something of a titan of a saiyan. Thats all he wanted or needed to hear as he pushed past up to the inner ring of people. The people in front of him blocking his view but when he heard the king was a "super" saiyan, Matoto would push past the group of people.

"Really? That means his strong right?!"

Matoto's enthusiasm evident in his eyes, that familiar psychotic look in his eyes. He couldn't help but let that all familiar hunger in his belly burn bright. It was like being starved, almost a physical sensation to him. How could he NOT jump at the occasion. After being informed he could enter the ring to fight, the saiyan jumped into the ring with the saiyan.

"Ahh, hell you are a strong one aren't ya. HAHA! Alrighty then! Lets see what you got! I'm game... shame though cuz I'll be the only one having fun."

While that might have seemed arrogant, it was anything but the truth. Matoto enjoyed fighting the strong, the bigger the better to him. Fighting someone who was your superior in strength, speed and skills meant that you could improve. It meant growth and furthering ones own abilities. Matoto THRIVED off that sort of stuff. He always felt the spark of life in his gut when he was fighting against someone who put him below their league and he could sense this guy was double his strength.

"Names Matoto! Nice to meet ya! Lets get to the good stuff now yea?"

Matoto asked as he got into a brawler stance, one more befitting a wild animal or an untrained fighter. He had spent a lot of his time in the wild but he had no formal training whatsoever. It was painfully obvious as well, but he didn't care if the crazed look in his eyes was anything to go by.

Matoto was ready but the blast that came at him was quick, but thankfully his instincts were just sharp enough to let him move out of the way to avoid taking vast amounts of damage. The elbow strike however was a different matter completely, as he was hit squarely in the chest. His armor cracking under the blow as he was sent flying into the side of the crater and through the edge. The dirt of the crater offering no slowing cushion before he crashed into the side of a nearby building. There he stayed for a moment until he launched himself out of the dust cloud.

His returning strike was just as fierce, blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth while his wide smile was clearly showing the fun he was having. His strike was a simple punch but had power behind it. While it was not as deadly as some of his other arsenal, the saiyan wanted to experience a battle. It had been a while after all. This simple punch was soon followed up with a barrage of punches while he felt himself chuckling at the fun he was having. 

"AHAHA that hurt!"

Matoto stated as he continued to unleash a barrage of punches at his foe. Now he had a bar set for himself, all he had to do now was start training again. He hadn't trained in months and felt out of shape because of it. How long had it been now? Four, or five months it felt like. Hopefully this got him back in the groove.

His blow collided with the opponents, the fists that slammed against one another causing a small shockwave. It was a barrage that was finally caught and Matoto was thrown as a result. He did slam into the rocks but feet first allowing him to crash them them before flying high into the sky and smiling down at his opponent. He was told to not hold back, but he couldn't help but smirk at the taunt. Matoto was not a fool, he knew the other was holding back as well yet he was enjoying this battle as it was. How could one simply jump into full throttle when it was a slow burn? He wanted this to last a while!

"HA! I know you aren't trying either! But thats good, we can savor the fight for as long as we wish!"

Matoto treated a fight like a feast, one did not simply dive face first into it if they were to enjoy the meal. If one was hungry sure, but it took restraint to make it worth while!

"I mean who wants to jump straight to the good bits?! Then everything else becomes less!"

To Matoto, just going all out was akin to skipping side dishes and only eating the steak of the meal. The rest is second rate, less interesting and far to... bland. So the saiyan didn't wish to waste a moment like this. He WANTED to drag this out for as long as possible. On that note however, the saiyan would pull a hand back as ki began to gather in his palm. Not as Powerful as the other might hope for, but it would leave a pretty big explosion in its wake. The psychotic look in Matoto's eye showed he was only thinking of the moment, of the current battle and not to the surrounding people.

With a laugh echoing off the stones, the saiyan unleashed a powerful blast that could do some damage to the area and his opponent.

Matoto chuckled as the man admitted to holding back, meaning the fun was not yet finished. To Matoto, fighting someone stronger than him was always the goal. To set the bar higher and higher. To push further and further than ever before. To reach to greater heights so that they could enjoy the battle at its highest. Battle was meant to improve as well as destroy, but to Matoto, he viewed it as the former. To always strive for that which everyone should do, to get better at something for their own fun!

As the blast struck true, Matoto watched as Vocado stood firmly in place and asked him a strange question. Did he have a boss? The saiyan was surprised by the question before he scratched his head. What did that have to do with this, but he supposed it was an innocent enough question.

"Nah... I'm unemployed... Quit my truck driving job to come back to plant and start fighting again. Unfortunately the war ended before I got here so... well my previous boss disappeared and all that jazz as well. So nah, not at the moment. Why?"

Matoto asked as he placed his hands on his hips and waited for a response. He was still on guard, but clearly interested in Vocado's question. It had been a long time since he had truly stable work frankly and he wanted a fighting career, not some pansy job of working behind a desk or driving some shitty truck delivering toilet paper and other dumb shite.

"If you are about to ask me to be some driver or some janitor you can stick that up your arse."

Matoto stated with a sneer, clearly not even remotely interested in a joke about employment of that kind.

Matoto watched Vocado as he spoke, listened to the invitation with a patience that didn't exist just a moment ago. He straightened up, smile faded and he watched his opponent intensely, as if measuring his worth on the words. The strong were designed to lead sure, but an alpha who was dumb would only lead the pack to ruin. This Matoto believed with all his heart, and he was measuring up Vocado on his words. Vocado was strong, not the strongest, but he was undeniably stronger than Matoto. 

The saiyan closed his eyes as he placed a hand to his chin, considering the proposition with a seriousness unlike his usual self. He had been exiled at an early life and left the saiyan kingdom in an unofficial manner... now he wished to see the inner workings while it was at peace. Matoto had been treated like dog shit by the saiyan empire, thrown into the mud and humiliated more than once. Was he truly willing to come back? To be frank, he didn't really care to much about his past now, so that wasn't what was stopping him.

"I'll consider it... If you can beat me in less than five minutes."

Matoto stated before a psychotic look returned to his eyes, the smile returning in full force as his power began to flow from him slowly. Wisps of ki flowing upwards as he got more excited to fight. 

"I don't just let anyone boss me around Vocado! Saiyan kingdom, or not. I am my own man, one raised in the wilds. I do not bend to the laws of man, I follow the laws of my instincts. You prove to me you can be my alpha, my better. Then I will submit to your rules."

Then Matoto's power exploded outwards, his full power unleashed as he waited in courtesy for his opponent to do the same. He wanted to see if Vocado could truly best him in the time frame given. He was double Matoto's strength in their base, he should have no trouble pushing Matoto into the dirt.

Matoto watched as Vocado's energy surged, the power the man displayed was certainly something else. It would give him something to aim for certainly. But what got him the most hyped up was the fast flurry that came after. He tried to block them, and succeeded in blocking some of them. Yet it wasn't till the massive blast came that Matoto showed genuine shock. The blast collided with him, his hands braced against it to try to hold back the tide. The energy slowly pushing him down... and down and down till he felt solid ground under him. 

The energy blast kept pushing however, Matoto's feet sinking an inch... then another till he was a foot within stone. Despite his best efforts, Matoto couldn't hold it back any longer and was pushed onto his back where finally the blast erupted.  Smoke obscuring the saiyan while he lay on the ground in rubble. When the dust settled, Matoto could be seen laying on his back for at least another minute. While he could just stay down, he wasn't one to simply stop fighting when hurt. Thankfully he had used his own ki to dampen the blast enough to stand up again.

Rising to his feet, he was battered heavily. Bruises, cuts and burns on his body yet he stood up none the less.  He had lost the left side of his armor and blood trickled down his forehead. He was hurt but not enough to keep him from fighting more. He could keep this going for a little while longer.

"HAHA! That one hurt for sure. But you haven't beaten me yet!"

With that, Matoto floated into the air while his ki continued to flare. He had expanded a lot of energy to dampen that blow, but he was still in this fight. He might not look like it, but Matoto was confident in his ability to survive a hit and get back up. He lived for fighting after all.