"Let's see now… That's 9,000… 10,000… 11,000…"
"It's all there. 17,000 just like we agreed." The man in the scouter replied as he folded his arms.
"Right… But I can still count it can't I?" The orange alien merchant replied as he fondled the money.
The Saiyan who was waiting just rolled his eyes… "Well, whenever you're done I'll be taking my ship."
"Are you SURE you won't be needing anything else?" The merchant asked putting the money into his beat up belt wallet.
"No." The young Saiyan replied. "As long as you're certain this crate can make it all the way to Earth."
The Alien smirked, "I guess that's your problem now... isn't it?"
The Saiyan pushed the repulsive salesman out of his way and opened the cockpit. "You're annoying me now. Now beat it or I just might take my money back along with the ship."
The alien's smug grin dropped to a frown. "Whatever… Just leave."
As the ship began warming up, the Saiyan secured his scouter and exhaled heavily. He'd never actually left the space port before… It was somewhat scary to him.
And being a Saiyan, "scared" wasn't something his race was exactly known for.
But how would he know that? He'd never actually seen another Saiyan before in his life.
The only reason he knew he was a Saiyan was because his mother had told him that's what his father was.
Unfortunately, he'd never met his father either.
He only knew how his father looked. His mother had a small picture of his father with two other Saiyans, but he had no idea who they were…
All he knew were rumors of what became of the Saiyans who survived Freiza's genocide of his race…
The last Saiyan anyone knew that was alive was Kakarot. And he was on planet Earth.
That's where he was going. To Earth.
Besides, when people spread rumors like they do… The legend of the power of the dragonballs wasn't left out.
If he could gather all seven he'd get any wish he wanted…
But what did he want? Easy answer.
To get answers. To learn the truth.
And possibly a life. A real life. Not some lame bartending job in a run down spaceport.
He stared at the picture of his father one last time before he put it away in his belt.
Other than that picture, all he had was a small trunk with his clothes, and the scouter and battle armor his father left his mother with…
But now he had a chance to change all that…