Super Dragon Ball: Redux Kaizen

Intermission Set 1: P4

(Continuing From Where Last Chapter Left Off; The Following Morning. . .)

". . .I thought you'd be teaching me how to become Super Saiyan?"

Kuzuku looked next to him with a blank expression on his face. The morning was still young, the sun barely coming up over the horizon. While the sky was slowly lighting up with blue and orange, there was still a faint trace of dark blue that showed itself in the night's wake. The mere scene itself made it easy to understand why the very city known for being a metropolis, West City, was still sleeping. Even the most active cities knew their limits, especially the ones on Earth. And as such, the city was in a quiet slumber. But as of right now, the two stood in front of the most famed house and headquarters in the world. Capsule Corporation. He was in his well. . recent combat attire that was freshly repaired from the last battle—a simple black shirt and matching Gi pants. His red scarf wrapped around his neck to match his long boots, whose laces were tied into a not along the orange tongue. His Saiyan tail was loose behind him in a manner similar to his supposed twin sister standing next to him.

The young Saiyan ignored her twitching eyebrow and just answered, "I am."

"Sure you are. Punching and kicking each other's chins till I transform is most certainly happening right now," Kyuria snarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Kuzuku rolled his eyes at the comment. He knew this was going to happen, but he figured that after yesterday's talk, she would've understood. He himself had yet to gain experience in teaching someone how to become Super Saiyan. That much was true, but he didn't lie about helping her. Help doesn't need to be direct, just guided and guided as into someone who was far more suited for the job than anyone else. . .He hopes.

He walked towards the door and pulled out his V.I.P. card. With a quick swipe, the door unlocked with just a click. He placed it back into his pocket and held the door open for Kyuria. He gestured for her to go in, "I know what I'm doing. Trust me, this is a better idea than me training you to transform."

Kyuria sighed, her hands on her hips as she stared at him blankly. A moment later, she finally relented, "Fine."

She followed her twin inside, the door shutting behind her. At the same time, he guided her to an elevator and motioned her to follow him in. The doors shut behind them, and the two were left in silence for a moment. Kyuria was curious as to where they were headed, but she didn't ask. The sound of the elevator music was the only thing making some noise, but it wasn't very pleasant. Whoever picked this tune had no taste. But as the elevator descended to a certain point, it stopped, the doors opening at the lower levels where they stepped out into a long hallway.

Kuzuku turned his head toward one direction and could immediately pick up the Ki he was looking for, "Up bright and early as ever. . ."

"Are you going to tell me who you're taking me to see?" Kyuria asked as they turned the corner.

Though, her brother simply looked straight ahead while answering, "Remember how I mentioned some of the Saiyans on Earth trained me? I'm taking you to one of them. At first, I thought of taking you to Goku, but I can't feel his Ki. Probably training in secret at King Kai's or something. So I'm going to the next best thing."

"Next best thing, huh? Sounds good," Kyuria hummed as they continued walking until Kuzuku stopped, "What's the problem?"

The young male Saiyan didn't answer immediately and turned around to look her dead in the eye with a warning, "Be sure not to say anything out of pocket. He's. . .temperamental."

Kyuria blinked, "Okay? Is it that bad?" Kuzuku didn't answer, but the phantom pain from his ribs told him enough.

"Trust me," Kuzuku answered back bluntly, but his tone spoke from experience.