Original Topic Name IV

Artik woke up and looked at Cyril. "Don't flatter yourself. He IS@8 everywhere." He groaned and crawled to the couch, using his last bit of strength to punch a hole through the back of the couch.. grabbing a jar of dust from it. "I.. used to..." he ate a handful of the gold dust and did a jump. "Much better! Now... if only we could get rid of these mosquitoes..."

"I don't think anybody likes him Arai." Cyril sat down in a chair and didn't answer Arai's last question. "So, Artik-" He stopped with a sudden realization. "Wait! Where'd the gi go?"

Artik gestured to a mannequin that was wearing the gi. "Used to be a safe house. Use it to store any of the Legends' Clothes."

"Alright then. Does this mean there will be more to collect? Why the hell are we even getting clothes?" Cyril began picking at his nails.

"Do you want to create species again and blah blah BLIBBIDY BLAH." Artik sighed and stuck his hand out at Arai. "Hello. You must be the Animaru."

Arai looked over at Artik as he rambles on about creating some kind of species. He noticed that Artik stuck his hand out towards Arai. This must have been some kind of gesture to represent greeting. Arai grabbed Artik's hand, but did nothing with it and said, "Yes, I'm Arai, Chief of the Animaru Village. You must be Artik, correct?" Arai knew it was Artik, since Cyril had told him. He asked anyways to not seem like one of those people who secretly gather information on one single person to show their obsession over them.

Artik smiled and nodded. "Yup. Artik the Solar Saiyan!" To accentuate, Artik tried to go SSSJ4. Nothing. 'Damn that kid."

"I hear that" grumbled Cyril. "Taking away my powers. Leaving me stranded on this boring planet." Cyril pulled up a foot stool and put his feet up "And I was so close" He said wistfully.

Artik slowly understood Cyril but didn't say anything. "Cyril. I need you to go get another item: Vegeta's Glove, which was stolen by pirates. They're nine miles southwest of West City. A small island. They were marooned there a year ago. I heard they adapted enough to live."
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Cyril slowly got up, suddenly looking very old. "I'll be back with the glove." Cyril sighed and added darkly, "I'll try not to get any blood on it."

Cyril walked through the door in a significantly brighter mood. "Got the glove!" He walked across the room and fitted it on the mannequin.

Arai smiled as Cyril came in with the glove, but he had more important matters to attend to. Arai looked over to Artik. "I've... I've been looking for you, sir."

Artik chuckled and spun around, his back to the boy. "A lot of pepple are looking for me. Appgrall, the Tangerine people and the entire Ravanim Empire." He turned back around. "But you.... You found me. Why, exactly?" He tried to examine him up and down.

"Garruk sent me here. He told me to find you. To train under you." Arai had said in a serious manner.

Cyril stopped being a fly on the wall for a moment to fetch some drinks in the kitchen. He came back with the kettle of tea and a few cups. Cyril poured Artik and Arai a glass and, taking one himself, sat down.

Artik sighed. "Yes! But why? Why do you want power?" He thanked Cyril. "A glass. Hmm."

"Yes, glass. You see when sand is heated to extreme temperatures glass is formed and we manipulate the shape for various purposes." Cyril said dryly.

Arai, politely denied the tea, because he knew not of the substance. Arai turned his focus back onto Artik. He then calmly said, "Artik, I wish for power, so that I can bring back my people. See, the only way for them to return requires more power than the normal Earth Dragonballs."

"An admirable pursuit." Cyril commented

Artik shot Cyril a dirty look and then smiled at Arai. "As noble a reason as any." He put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "We'll begin tomorrow. Four AM. You can stay here." He looked at Cyril. "Both of you. There's a bunk bed in the back. Or you can sleep in the rain." It thundered. "Oh and..." he turned around and pointed at his back. "Punch here. Hard as you can."

"Both of us punch you or just Arai?"

"Just.... either." He shook his head in exasperation.

"I'll do it," Cyril said eagerly. He got up and rolled his shoulders. Cyril punched at Artik's back unnecessarily hard.

Artik's back remained unharmed, and out sprung his tail. "Yeaaahhhh!!" And he flew off.

Arai, surprised, looked at Cyril, "Why did you just... You've created a monster."