Artik slammed his head against a tree. "ARGH." He sensed it when he woke up. Cyril has power than him. 'NO! I AM THE TEACHER.' His scouter rang. "Hello?"
"Yeah... Hey, buddy."
"Who is this?"
"Shh. You know *hic* who I ish."
"No." He sighed and hung up. He turned to Rick Astley, "damn Cyrill."
"Which one?"
"The evil one."
"Oh." Rick patted the Orange One's shoulder.
A gravelly voice called out from the darkness around their campsite. "Arrrttttiiiiik."
"Who's there?"
"Don't be rude," another voice came, this time strained and aggravated.
Artik blinked, "Nappa? Vegeta? Wait, aren't you two on Majin Mountain?"
"Nope," Nappa said, stepping into the light. "Keitaro killed us and threw us into this dimension."
Vegeta sighed. 'Wait,' Artik thought. "Hey Vegeta. Come with me."
He nodded and flew after Artik. They landed about a mile away. "What is this about, Orange Man?"
Artik sighed. "I'm the King of Saiyans."
After screaming, Vegeta asked, "and?"
"Well, I've got less power than this other guy." He put his head in hands, "and now, Makoto's back. I felt it."
The Prince shook his head. "I see. Try going Super?"
"Can't, man. A douche took my power."
The Ghost of Vegeta growled. "Kill him?"
"He's my friend!"
Vegeta spat in disgust. "WHERE IS YOUR SAIYAN PRIDE?!"
Artik growled and pulled out a vacuum cleaner and sucked the ghost into it forever. Artik decided to let Napppa go. "No help at all."