Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Does it matter?

The two talked about topics that couldn't be called romantic, but they could both feel the atmosphere in the car softening—even becoming ambiguous.

After a long silence, Tomat suddenly said:

"Let's decide on a place to stay first."

Froststar opened her eyes and looked towards the densely packed area of ​​high-rise buildings rising in the distance:

"Let's go check out the commercial area. I want a softer bed; the bed in the car... is still too small."

Then she looked around with a hint of doubt—although it wasn't too dilapidated, it clearly didn't look like a bustling residential area. The buildings were low-rise and the alleys were complex. Although it was an exotic building in the Syracuse style, it was still clear that the residents' economic level wasn't very high.

"Speaking of which, aren't the normal entry checkpoints for outsiders located in bustling areas with high foot traffic? Commercial districts and even tourist attractions, after all, it's important to ensure a good first impression upon entering the city, which also showcases the city's economic strength..."

crunch--

The screeching sound of brakes and the feeling of weightlessness came without warning. Tomat, who had stepped on the brakes, put his arm around Frostnova's shoulder to prevent her from hitting the front window due to the sudden stop.

Before Frostnova could ask a question, Tomat spoke up:

"I said...is there such a possibility?"

Froststar looked slightly confused—then immediately changed from her relaxed expression after a short rest to her usual cold and serious demeanor, because she saw something on the ground not far in front of the vehicle that shouldn't be on the normal road.

It was a tire spike painted almost the same color as the ground; such a puncture is usually only seen when the police intercept a runaway vehicle.

"We've been set up?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a black sedan blocked the road ahead, and many unfriendly figures began to emerge from the surrounding alleys.

*In reality, in the Dragon Ball world, those who commit heinous crimes have their memories erased and are reincarnated (as Piccolo told Vegeta). However, if their ferocity is within a controllable range, they will probably be tortured first before reincarnation (as seen in Frieza's hell in Dragon Ball Super).

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Chapter Nine - Finally, Someone Doesn't Recognize Me

Syracuse is a great tourist destination, offering authentic and delicious pizzas, a dazzling array of pasta and risotto dishes, and the locals' pursuit of style and elegance, as well as their adherence to ancient traditions, make Syracuse a charming city that rivals other tourist attractions in both its cultural aspects and architectural landscape.

Even without deliberately developing city-states into tourist destinations, they still possess uniquely advantageous tourism environments. Of course, no matter how abundant the tourism resources are, they don't have much of an advantage in Terra, which is plagued by natural disasters, has a harsh environment, and is difficult to access. After all, not everyone can develop their country or city into a purely tourist destination like Siesta or Dosoles, let alone Syracuse, which values ​​tradition and where each city-state only considers "family members" as its own.

However, the reason why not many people visit Syracuse, or why outsiders don't want to come back after one visit, has little to do with the fact that the people of Syracuse don't actively develop tourism projects. The reason why people don't like to come here is quite simple—

Because if you're discovered to be a foreign tourist, you might get robbed and left with nothing but your underwear after only a few steps into the city.

"Family members" disdain doing these things; they have their own businesses. But that doesn't mean that those fringe gangsters who have little ability but call themselves "family members" won't do them.

Such behavior is often not investigated by the local authorities who are truly in charge.

"Lyudmila said that thugs who target outsiders and rob them along the streets are a characteristic of Syracuse, and not unusual at all. I thought she was just exaggerating when describing Syracuse..."

As the group of people who stepped out of the black sedan directly in front of her—whose attire was surprisingly uniform, like Rupo people who couldn't afford suits so they were just wearing basic shirts and suspender trousers, and who were carrying various weapons such as crowbars, wooden sticks, brass knuckles, and chains—Frostnova calmly took out her mobile terminal, connected to the intercity network, and began to learn about the city, completely ignoring the Rupo people who had gathered from the surrounding alleys.

A casual glance caught sight of Tomat, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looking around nervously with wide eyes and a slight smile on his lips. Frostnova then asked:

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Thomas maintained his somewhat uneasy smile and replied:

"It's been a long time since I've been robbed, and I'm actually quite excited."

He rubbed his hands together, while Froststar asked, puzzled:

"What's there to get excited about?"

Thomas explained:

"Think about it, some of the guys I've encountered recently, although they wanted to cause me trouble, quickly recognized who I was and either ran away or backed down. It was a bit boring. But it's been a long time since I've seen small fry like them, who come looking for trouble without knowing anything about me."

As their fame grew, and because they had previously encountered well-informed "big shots" while working with Rhodes Island, even when conflicts arose, they would sometimes take the initiative to back down after realizing what they were up against.

While this certainly saved him a lot of trouble, Thomas sometimes found it rather boring. Occasionally encountering these small fry, who were like standard villains in novels, to provoke him was also a kind of fun.

Bullying the weak is not Tomat's interest, but if the other party is a villain who actively seeks trouble, then it doesn't matter whether the other party is strong or weak. So whether he knows him well and comes prepared, or he is completely unaware and treats him as someone to be bullied, such people should be prepared to pay the price when they try to bully others because the other party is stronger than they expected.

Fighting the strong is for training and becoming stronger; appropriately displaying strength to crush those who cause trouble is to avoid trouble—while bullying the weak is purely for relaxation.

Now, at least Tomat has the energy to relax.

"I want to have some fun with them before they back down."

Tomathra opened the car door, jumped out of the driver's seat, left a message for Frostnova inside, and walked straight ahead.

"Let's call it a day while we're ahead. Let me check if there are any decent hotels nearby."

Froststar reclined her chair, crossed her legs in front of her, and lay back to look at her phone.

Thomas, who had just gotten off the bus, was immediately surrounded by the group of Ruperts.

"Welcome to our White City, handsome young man and beautiful lady in the car. Don't you think it's a great place?"

The leader, a Rupert wearing a mask, spoke to Tomat in an unclear but triumphant voice as he tapped a rusty metal club in his palm.

"Yes, yes, indeed."

Thomas didn't pay attention to what the other person was saying, he just responded repeatedly, his gaze passing over the Lupo people surrounding him and looking at the other thugs who were still lying in ambush in the corner.

The leader of the Ruperts was taken aback by Tomat's reaction. Seeing that the other man showed no doubt—or even fear—he naturally continued:

"...You seem to be in a hurry, so I won't beat around the bush. I'll leave all the valuables behind and then enjoy the charm of White City, how about that?"

As soon as the leader spoke, a burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd. Even in their eyes, this "robbery by civilized people" was probably too ridiculous.

"This is the city of the Trin family, and we have strict rules. As outsiders, you can receive the family's protection, just like the other residents, by handing over all your valuables. But if you don't..."

"Then there's probably no place for the two of you to stay in White City."

As he spoke, he poked Tomat's shoulder with the tip of his baseball bat.

In Syracuse, the city is indeed controlled and protected by various families, but it is by no means as this thug claims. They rely on this kind of brutal "transaction" of collecting protection money to obtain protection. Robbing in the name of the family is just their usual trick.

"Ah, very good."

Thomas said that he was not applauding the thugs' suggestion, but he was just confirming that at such close range, with a group of people staring at his face for so long, not a single one of them could recognize him—that was great. No one would realize how stupid their decision was, and no one would be ready to beg for mercy or run away before even making a move.

"Looks like we've struck a deal. Alright, hurry up and hand over your wallet and car keys..."

The other person was only halfway through speaking when he realized that the baseball bat he was using to support Tomat's shoulder was stuck.

Thomas raised his hand to grasp it, then instantly pulled it from his grasp and weighed it in his own hand.

Seeing that the other person still hadn't reacted, Tomat said:

"Let me show you a magic trick."

He gripped the top and handle of the baseball bat with both hands, held it horizontally in front of his chest, and then asked:

"Guess how many steps it takes to turn a baseball bat into a baseball?"

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Chapter Ten: Money-Making and Murder

Terra is not lacking in metal minerals. In the wilderness, as long as you are willing to put in the effort, you can find unknown metal artifacts from previous eras everywhere. From unrecognizable fragments to giant objects that can be dug up and used directly as mobile platforms, you can basically obtain a lot of metal without deliberately mining.

Even if it has been mined, there is a metal ore called "iron" that is kept stable for you and has not been integrated into the rock structure. It can usually be used directly without even needing to be smelted.

This sturdy metal is arguably the most widely used material in Terra. Before the advent of further materials science, armor and weapons made of this iron were the mainstream materials for weapons and equipment in various countries.

Furthermore, the emergence of more robust and durable materials through materials science does not mean that polyferric iron has lost its use. It remains an inexpensive and readily available tool material, and its robustness is reliable.

Perhaps thugs and hooligans wouldn't bother to understand the difference between heterometal and D32 steel, but they would still have some idea about the weapons they possess.

It's cheap, hard, and hurts a lot when you hit it.

—At least until just now, that's what they really thought.

The metal baseball bat, specially wrapped with hooked wire to increase its lethality and deterrent effect, disappeared as Tomat clasped his hands together.

To be precise, it was wrapped in his palm like putty.

He opened his palm in less than a second. The thug whose bat had been taken away didn't even have time to curse Tomat for his actions, but the metal bat in his hand had now turned into a hot, reddish-brown, round iron ball that looked like it had been forged thousands of times.

"Here you go."

With that, he threw the iron ball back into the thug's hand.

"Ok?"

The thug was still in a daze, but the next instant, the smoke rising from his palm and the excruciating burning pain made him scream and throw the iron ball away. He staggered and fell to the ground, then rolled around clutching his hand.

"It's Originium Arts! This guy's a sorcerer!"

The thugs around were shouting in panic. What Tomat was showing was beyond their expectations, and they subconsciously attributed this phenomenon to Originium Arts. However, no one seemed to want to run away.

Some people went up and helped the thug up, while others immediately grabbed whatever they had and formed a human wall around Tomat.

"Damn it..." Although the Luper was physically strong, even he would get severely burned if he directly grasped something so hot. The thug who was helped up could still grit his teeth and speak, but the sight of him sweating profusely clearly showed how much pain he was in. He cried out in agony:

"Give him a good beating! Then throw him into the ditch! Don't leave him even his underwear!"

"I've made myself clear enough. You'll see what happens when you mess with the Trin family!"

However, after he finished speaking, those surrounding Tomat did not come forward for a long time, but remained motionless as they watched.

"Are you deaf? Get your ass up here!"

The scalded thug continued shouting angrily, but at that moment, Tomat walked through the gap in the human wall without any hindrance and headed towards him.

The person who was helping him up, along with the thugs, instinctively took a few steps back, their threats still escalating:

"What tricks have you played?! Another Originium Arts?"

The thug and his accomplices didn't see clearly what trick Tomat used, but the bizarre sight of everyone standing still could only lead them to believe it was some kind of strange Originium technique.

"Sigh, Originium Arts comes from Originium Arts, can't we be bolder and have more imagination?"

At this moment, Thomas suddenly had a bunch of wallets in his hands, as if they had appeared out of thin air, but the thugs quickly realized that these wallets seemed strangely familiar—either they were his or someone else's.

"—For example, I'm just quick."

As soon as he finished speaking, the thugs who had been forming a human wall to block Tomat immediately went weak in the knees, rolled their eyes back, and lost consciousness. They then collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

At the same time, similar sounds of people falling to the ground came from the surrounding alleys. Then, the thug who was being helped up also found his companion falling backward and unconscious to the ground.

As he looked around in astonishment, Thomas's voice rang out again:

"You guys are too poor."