Post by Pracross on Apr 10, 2021 0:40:43 GMT -5
Welcome to the Marble
Pracross - Saiyan - 8,000 PL
6/6 KP - 0/6 MP - Base Form
Pracross’ arrival on Earth was nothing short of horrendous. For starters, the attack pod landed in the middle of a lake. Sure, the pod was air tight, but it didn’t have emergency escape controls, meaning Pracross had to lift the pod up into the air himself. From the inside. Using enough to to lift oneself was negligible. Now it was enough for essentially five Pracross’, being carried with only a small window from a cramped space.
If that weren’t bad enough, it turned out that lake was actually the ocean and most of the people at the port were staring as the boy walked out of the pod, like he was some sort of alien invader, which realistically, wasn’t wrong. With his embarrassment hitting hard, Pracross turned the pod into a capsule and pocketed it before making a mad dash into the city line, hiding away from the scene by taking flight to the other side of the city and stationing himself on top of a very small building for some fishing company.
With a new resting place, Pracross pulled out his holo-phone and began tracking data necessary for any Saiyan when arriving in a new place: a decent place to eat. If turning up the Earth did prove unhelpful, at the very least the food would make the trip so Pracross had heard. Ramen shops, steakhouses, whatever the hell a fast food was, the planet had an endless supply of styles and the money making would be worth every cent if the dishes were as mouth watering as they promised.
Resting and researching began to change from minutes to an hour of mouthwatering. It seemed that some places were giving discounts to Saiyans due to their large diets, but each place looked so good, the teen couldn’t decide. Eventually the peace would have to be cut short as a man would come out of the shop and begin shouting curses at the Saiyan, who just held up a finger as he searched. “Hold on, I’ll be gone soon, I just want to see if this food place has any of that ‘shrimp’ stuff.”