Break the Mold

Matoto had found himself new employment after a long year of working as a driver. He was in some sort of Shredder corp now with Vocado as the leader. He didn't mind it, that was meaning he was going to get to fight more and for a living. His strong suit and his most passionate love was now his job, so he took it very seriously. Yet he had one final errand to take care of on earth before he got settled into his new role. He had come to earth a while back and it was only thanks to a good natured old man that he had gotten anywhere on this planet. A place to stay, a warm bed and food in his belly. Now he was returning to give his final thank you and a parting gift.

Though it had taken some time to get here, Matoto finally arrived in the village known as Taola. His new hover truck slowly settling down onto the ground where he would take his time getting out. Despite his bright pink shirt, the man didn't seem any different than a normal person. As he pulled a bag over his shoulder and started towards the house nearby, its front door opened to reveal an elderly man. The smile on his face as welcome as always and as Matoto got closer, he held out his hand to shake with the old man.

The two greeted each other before Matoto pulled the back off his shoulder and set it down. In it was food, easily preserved and enough to feed a few mouths in the village. With that the saiyan handed the old man the keys to the truck. While the old man might be able to use it, the saiyan explained then that some of the younger men of the village could use it as a community thing. After a brief few words of both gratitude and goodbyes, Matoto set off once more, walking out of the village with a final farewell. Setting off on a new journey hopefully.