Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 18, 2019 0:28:39 GMT -8
The Saiyan former farm boy did not even mean to permanently hurt the cat beastman, but he hit him without holding back because that was part of Cayle's martial arts style. The Saiyan peasant was not taught to hold back, though he was beginning to realize that the average Earthling was not on par with a Saiyan by default anymore than the average Tuffle was, and as such the Saiyan should be holding back when dealing with them.
To the rest, the Saiyan would-be warlord simply wrinkled his nose at and shook his head. He had no real idea what the cat was talking about. Dark King Piccolo, who exactly was that? It felt like an exaggeration that he could be a great hero or the greatest hero the planet had ever seen when there were so many great warriors who had existed in the past of this planet. He had seen the movies, read the historical comic books, and seen the television dramas, on top of the actual documentary footage. When it was not cooking, Carlos Alfonso's secret passion was the martial arts, even if he had a passion for it like an art lover marveled at a painting, he had none of the innate skill of potential to develop the skill.
As the cat passed out and hit the ground, the Saiyan sighed, going to pick his jacket back up and put it back on after patting the sand off of it. He then called Tiger Lily's uncle Toad Lily with his Robot brand Cell Phone, discussing the situation and after doing this picking the cat up like one would an infant and began to fly towards South City and the apartment of the Lily Clan, specifically the office of Tiger Lily's uncle Toad Lily at South City University School of Medicine. The purple haired medical student would know how to deal with the cat's wounds with proficiency and there wouldn't be any of the messy paperwork to explain how the child like cat had been beaten so thoroughly or how the size of the bruises and wounds perfectly matched Cayle's fist size.
He waited until he had actually spoken to Toad Lily before leaving, but other than that he took no major responsibility for the fight. It was only after he was done that he remembered. He had forgotten the glorious fatty Tuna which he had caught, and even if he flew back to Papapya Island to get it, someone else would have probably taken it by now. The Saiyan facepalmed, this is what happened when you were too focused on being a good guy and being careful about how you dealt with people.
That fish could have made such delicious Tacos, or perhaps maki roll or sashimi style sushi. It was such a waste that the Saiyan thought about it all the way on his way back to the dockside warehouse which he and the other Saiyan refugees were quasi-legally residing in.
[496]
[1909]
To the rest, the Saiyan would-be warlord simply wrinkled his nose at and shook his head. He had no real idea what the cat was talking about. Dark King Piccolo, who exactly was that? It felt like an exaggeration that he could be a great hero or the greatest hero the planet had ever seen when there were so many great warriors who had existed in the past of this planet. He had seen the movies, read the historical comic books, and seen the television dramas, on top of the actual documentary footage. When it was not cooking, Carlos Alfonso's secret passion was the martial arts, even if he had a passion for it like an art lover marveled at a painting, he had none of the innate skill of potential to develop the skill.
As the cat passed out and hit the ground, the Saiyan sighed, going to pick his jacket back up and put it back on after patting the sand off of it. He then called Tiger Lily's uncle Toad Lily with his Robot brand Cell Phone, discussing the situation and after doing this picking the cat up like one would an infant and began to fly towards South City and the apartment of the Lily Clan, specifically the office of Tiger Lily's uncle Toad Lily at South City University School of Medicine. The purple haired medical student would know how to deal with the cat's wounds with proficiency and there wouldn't be any of the messy paperwork to explain how the child like cat had been beaten so thoroughly or how the size of the bruises and wounds perfectly matched Cayle's fist size.
He waited until he had actually spoken to Toad Lily before leaving, but other than that he took no major responsibility for the fight. It was only after he was done that he remembered. He had forgotten the glorious fatty Tuna which he had caught, and even if he flew back to Papapya Island to get it, someone else would have probably taken it by now. The Saiyan facepalmed, this is what happened when you were too focused on being a good guy and being careful about how you dealt with people.
That fish could have made such delicious Tacos, or perhaps maki roll or sashimi style sushi. It was such a waste that the Saiyan thought about it all the way on his way back to the dockside warehouse which he and the other Saiyan refugees were quasi-legally residing in.
[496]
[1909]