Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Are you a tourist?

Although he saw that the other party seemed to have taken down the two people in the blink of an eye and even easily lifted the vehicle, it was not particularly outrageous in his mind. The main reason for this judgment was that he saw Tomat wearing loose pajamas and daring to appear in such a place in Syracuse in the middle of the night. It was probably something that only tourists who were somewhat confident in their strength but had no common sense could do.

"Yeah, so what?"

Thomas did not deny it.

"Can I get a ride? I don't need to be taken to my destination, just drop me off at a nearby main road."

Broca made his request, after all, the place was quite remote, and carrying someone would be too slow.

"Don't worry, I won't let you help for nothing. You can also leave these two guys to me. They're probably from some family. They committed a crime and got arrested. Putting them in jail would make their boss lose face, but if I handle it, I can get some compensation. They know the rules of the gang. If you can help them save face, they certainly won't treat you badly."

Broca also looked at the two people lying on the ground on the other side and proposed his own way of repaying them.

"I don't really care about compensation... but I don't mind hitching a ride."

Tomat waved to Broca, and the side door of the vehicle opened, revealing a relatively spacious interior. Broca neatly tossed the three unconscious men inside before taking his seat in the passenger seat.

"If you don't mind me driving faster, I can take you directly to your destination."

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Apologies for the Procrastination

Honestly, creating original content that hasn't been officially released yet is incredibly agonizing. I'm afraid my original content will overshadow the main story, I'm afraid of being betrayed by the official team, and I'm afraid it will be bland and uninspired, lacking any Dragon Ball vibe, and just feel like a rehash of existing references. So, I'd better finish this quickly.

A vote is being held in the group for the sequel to the story.

First, let's return to Rhodes Island and talk about the situation of Barde, Gohan, Turles, and the Saibamen.

Secondly, we went to Karan (the villain who broke through the holy mountain was found @平安番茄).

Thirdly, is it okay to eat sweet tofu pudding and zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) in Laterano?

Fourth, similar to the previous Originium Dust operation, it has an independent timeframe and includes the Fool's Ship storyline, which closely follows the Tidefall (Mrs. Haizi, you don't want genocide either, right?).

Alternatively, you could push through the main storyline and bully the currently weak, pitiful, and powerless Grand Commander Theresis.

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Chapter Twenty-One - Trouble Comes in Pairs

Floating, rising, feeling weightless, a loud bang, the pressure coming from the front—and the impact that almost caused it to hit the windshield during the sudden braking.

Just as Broca was stating his destination and was about to express his gratitude for Tomat's hospitality, while also being distracted by the small doll hanging in front of the car, all of this happened unexpectedly.

"What a coincidence, our destinations are exactly the same."

Broca stared blankly out the window. In the blink of an eye, the view outside the car window changed from the dark square to the brightly lit hotel entrance.

Although the sound emitted in flight mode was noticeable to almost half the city, it landed without a sound. When some employees went out to check because of the noise in the sky, all they saw was white smoke lingering in the night sky and gradually dissipating, as well as the RV that had somehow returned to the hotel entrance.

"Sir... you're back? The car has been found?"

The front desk staff certainly remembered Tomat, and while they looked at the sky with worry and confusion, they were also surprised by Tomat's appearance.

"It was just stolen by a petty thief. Just park it properly in the parking lot and return the keys. Don't cause any more trouble like this this time."

Terra's skies aren't filled with vehicles roaming around freely. Strange noises from the sky are always something the inhabitants of this world should be wary of. But clearly, Tomat didn't care about these people's worries about the noise caused by flying vehicles. Instead, he reminded them again to keep a close eye on their cars.

Of course, what surprised them even more was that Tomat did not show any obvious annoyance about the matter—although this nonchalant attitude made them even more afraid in a way.

"Broca was with you too... It seems he successfully helped you find the car? Congratulations."

The receptionist saw Broca sitting absentmindedly in the passenger seat, still somewhat dazed even after Tomat got out of the car.

However, the employee's words seemed to bring him back to his senses, and he quickly climbed out of the car window, asking with considerable confusion:

"Huh? Oh? Help him find a car?"

Broca didn't understand what the employee meant. In his view, the job of finding a vehicle for some unknown family member had failed, and he was here to simply report back as a car thief.

However, the conversation between the employee and Tomat suggests that the unknown family member is none other than Tomat, who had previously given him a ride.

The vehicle that was supposedly lost was Tomat's motorhome, not the sedan.

In other words, the people who should have been arrested were the two who were knocked unconscious?

The vehicle we need to find isn't a scrapped sedan, but rather this...flying RV?

Even the straightforward Broca understood what this meant.

Not only did he completely misunderstand the mission objective, but he also made the person whose problem needed to be solved do everything himself. After that, he even asked the other party to give him a ride, acting as if they were old friends.

Perhaps Tomat was indeed an eccentric character in Broca's eyes, but since he was someone who required his boss to personally issue orders to help him, he must have been someone of a much higher status than himself.

He broke out in a cold sweat, stiffly turning his head to look at Tomat.

At this moment, Tomat looked at him with a slight hint of doubt and said:

"Help me find a car? No wonder I saw you there, and we were going to the same place."

Would he just expose himself and tell these people that he had completely misunderstood the mission?

Would he mercilessly mock his own incompetence?

Will he report these things to his boss?

Broca's mind raced through a series of possibilities, none of which were in his favor, because he was undeniably certain of "mission failure."

I thought I could use the car thief as an excuse, but now... it seems I have nothing left to redeem myself.

"What a wasted trip."

Tomat said this with a smile, which led Broca to believe that this tone was a prelude to him being scolded by his employees and then relaying the news of the task's failure to the boss.

"However, the fact that you got the car wrong shows that the person who gave you the order didn't take it very seriously. You had to search everywhere in the dark just for an order. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

But what he feared didn't happen. Tomat simply walked past Broca and unlocked the side door of the car with the key.

"By the way, what about these three people?"

Tomat didn't continue on what Broca was concerned about, but instead changed the subject. He pointed to the three people in the car—they were now awake, their hands and feet were bound, and their mouths were taped shut, so they couldn't move and could only make muffled noises.

But one of them looked particularly strange.

That was Javi, whose skin had turned ashen, and who was trembling and sweating profusely.

Albert huddled in the corner of the RV, looking at Javi with terror, while Austa, on the other hand, pressed himself against Javi with great concern and made loud whimpering noises, trying to rouse him from his reverie.

At the same time, when Tomat came in, he cast a hesitant yet clearly pleading look at him.

Thomas looked at Javi's condition. At first glance, it seemed to be caused by excessive tension and panic, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be more than that.

On the other side, Broca, though he didn't understand what Tomat's nonchalant attitude was up to, still followed Tomat to deal with the three people.

"Now we don't know who the person driving the car is, but I think we should hand those two over to the boss for disposal. I believe he will give you a... satisfactory answer."

Despite the misunderstanding, he still had to explain. While explaining the appropriate course of action, he prepared to get into the car to move the person out, but Thomas raised his hand to signal him not to go in.

"Wait, don't come in yet."

Broca followed Tomat's instructions and stood in front of the door, while the latter walked into Javi. As Tomat approached, Austa swayed his body to block Javi, but Tomat pushed him aside with a palm strike.

"...Um."

Thomas squatted down in front of Javi, looked him up and down for a moment, and then asked Austa, who was stuck in the car and unable to move for a moment:

"This kid has Oripathy, right?"

The sound wasn't loud enough for Broca outside the car to hear, but it was enough to make Austa's face turn ashen in an instant.

—As expected, nothing good came of it. This ill-considered attempt not only failed to provide any opportunity to meet and communicate with Tomat, but also exposed the fact that Javi was suffering from Oripathy.

No matter how corrupt Syracuse may be, and no matter how many outlaws are active there, people treat infected individuals the same.

Either get out or die, and if you die, die somewhere far away.

Aosta's expression already answered Tomat's question.

"You guys are really good at causing me trouble."

Tomat also stood up and walked to another compartment in the RV.

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Chapter Twenty-Two - What Do You Know Now?

Should we use a gun or a crossbow?

Use specially made body bags?

Or should we notify professionals to handle the infected person who has developed symptoms?

Like Broca, Aosta couldn't think of anything good either.

According to their common sense, what happens next will always be limited to things they don't want to experience.

But they were so powerless.

Broca felt that Tomat was of a much higher status than himself, and that it was up to Tomat to decide how to punish him.

Austa felt that they were like pieces of meat on a chopping board, and how they were cooked was entirely up to each other.

But Tomat returned with something that didn't meet their expectations.

Holding a flat-tipped syringe with the Rhodes Island logo, he squatted down in front of Javi again. Before Austa could get up to stop him, he inserted it into Javi's neck, and then the translucent liquid was automatically injected until it was completely empty.

"Calm down, kid. You don't need to poison me to kill you."

With that, Thomas threw Javi onto the sofa in the RV and made him lie down.

"With treatment available, watching others die from Oripathy in front of you is somewhat disgraceful to Rhodes Island's reputation. Opposing Rhodes Island allows you to experience all sorts of ways to die, but I don't think dying from Oripathy is included."

The empty syringe was thrown into the trash can, and Tomat slowly walked up to Austa and ripped the tape off his face.

Instead of questioning or gasping for breath, Austa deliberately held his breath, watching Tomat warily while also glancing at Javi, whose complexion was steadily improving.

If it was some kind of medicine, it was clearly far more effective than any known anti-Orisite disease drug on the market. And this drug, which could so easily suppress acute attacks, was used on them without hesitation.

Thomas continued:

"Although I'm traveling under my own name now, I can still make those who oppose me experience all sorts of ways to die."

He made a blunt threat to Austa, but then immediately changed his tone:

"But don't worry, at least for now he won't die from Oripathy."