Kakarot's pod entered the atmosphere and already he expected the worst, he'd taken too long with his part of the mission, he'd left his team alone with these beast-men for one cycle too many and he was ready to make them suffer.
His pod stopped twenty-some odd kilometers above the tree line of the planet before he stepped out and already enemies we're upon him.
Seven red furred foxed that shot blue ki blast from their mouth's at the pod.
It exploded creating a cloud of dust.
"I-Is it dead?" asked one of the younger foxes, before the bulky arm of Kakarot flew forward and with one punch sent the bleeding form of the fow reeling with a harsh cry of pain. Whilst distracted, and the other stood stunned a ki beam flew from his finger and right through both hands and the skull of the younger fox.
Kakarot's brown eyes held a red tint as he starred across the six remaining fighters.
"You took out my squad. Now lets see how you handle a true saiyan!" he roared before sending a crescent wave of ki that sent two foxes flying and another to the ground below.
He descended quickly as the three healthy fox men flew forward and encircled the saiyan. His hair spiked to the right and he had three scars on his left cheek.
The fox-men came in close and let loose a rabid flurry of punches and kicks in a futile effort to hit Kakarot.
Finally he brought up both hands and caught the fur covered fist of his opponent before blocking another punch with his foot. He bent backwards and drew both opponents forward to crash into one another before releasing a heavy blast of ki to send them into the third.
"Is this what my team was failed by?" barked Kakarot, "Where is the strength I expected to encounter from the mongrels that slaughtered my underlings?"
"I am here." Spoke the voice of a legion as Kakarot quickly turned to find the golden, four armed Fox with a halo behind him.
"Ah. I see, the file on this planet mentioned certain individuals possessed a transformation to aid with battle," said Kakarot as he removed his scouter and tossed the device aside. "I'm glad we pushed you to your limits. Now watch as I break what remains of you."
And then the world tightened as the red aura of Kakarot consumed all and pushed all form of opposition away. Thunder clouds looked over head and start bolts of lighting were drawn to the shouting, gibbering really, form of Kakarot as his slanted hair pointed skyward and his aura became like that of gold. Soon his inky black hair now stood high, and also changed to gold to match the aura and the mans brown eyes became green.
Kakarot looked around to see the gold fox stare in disbelief.
"H-How do savages like you posses a state of transcendence!?"
"Easy," Smirked Kakarot as he disappeared from sight before reappearing I front of the gold fox his fist firmly inserted into the beings stomach before physics caught up and sent the sod flying. "We're saiyans."
Arlick awoke to sound of hard cries, the pod was resting in the center of a large crater. The sun was shining through the space pods view port, and Kakarot's smalls arms had moved repeatedly back and forth to tap Arlicks head. He was getting sick of it.
Kakarot stopped crying as Arlicks small fist closed around his brothers tail.
"If you don't stop. I can't concentrate, if I can't concentrate there little hope of us surviving out of this pod." Arlick goraned. According to small screen ahead of him the pair had been in stasis for three years. Their mission log was completely void and nothing was happening in the pod aside from the whirring of the life support system.
Arlick removed the chubby form of Kakarot from his body so that he sat up. The pod was enormous even with two saiyan children inside.
He ran his small hand against his hair, it was already beginning to feel tough and unyielding like that of an older saiyans hair. He must be close to five then. Kakarot cooed as his smaller arms waved around. The boy was rounder than most saiyan children, they already contrasted one another. Kakarot's still setting hair to Arlicks toughening spikes. Arlicks lean body type to Kakarot's pudgier one. Kakarot's wavy tail to Arlicks which now wrapped around his waist.
"Mind over matter and all that." muttered Arlick hitting several buttons letting the pod hatch fall open to reveal a heavy forested region off a ways, this particular crater was a surrounded by bamboo.
Arlick shrugged off the floating feeling in his lower back. The gravity here was too light, the ground too soft, the air...about the same actually.
Kakarot made several coo's and caw's as small insects buzzed around them.
"Umm. Hello there, welcome to my valley."
A old, oddly familiar voice spoke up causing Arlick to look over in surprise.
An old man in an orange Chinese coat, with black pants and a green hat stood at the She of the crater.
Arlicks rage continued to boil, how had he not sensed this senile fool approaching them!?
Was the only thing on his mind.
"I see that you two are alone would you like to come with me?" Asked the old man. Arlick but back his desire to roar and lunge at the man, to consume the flesh from his bones and to turn this green pasture in a crisp burned wasteland.
Finally with a sigh Arlicks eyes narrowed to their standard, He no longer felt the levity of still living or being chosen by a supreme brat to save the universe, now all he felt was rage that he succumbed to death.
"I-We would like that very much. Thank you." Arlick forced the words while holding back the bile that threatened to spill from his lips.
He lowered a rope down and motioned for Arlick to heap it to be hauled up, to which Arlick scoffed and jumped the twelve plus foot space to the top. When he landed he fell over with Kakarot still in hand causing the three year old to begin crying.
"That some strength you have their boy...speaking of which do you have a name? Or any family you recall?"
Arlick stared at the old fool with contempt, his gray hair reminded him of that fox bastard that opened the gates to hell for the saiyan.
"My name is Arlick and this is my younger brother K-Kakarot. We were sent here to escape the destruction of our home world. We have no one left but ourselves… as far as I know." Arlick explained cradling his brother.
The elderly man stared in disbelief before spotting their tails.
"Right then. I am Son Gohan. If you follow me I'll lead you back to my home." And just like that Arlick trailed behind Gohan, a sleeping Kakarot in hand.
His rage was till pooling and all he wished to do was make every living being on this kid ball pay for his suffering, but at that moment, holding little Kakarot, and breathing in an air of peace for the first time in his life. He felt glad.
The walk through nature helped a bit as well. He saw so many new and delicious looking foods he didn't know where to start!
"I usually take walks around he valley to ward off monsters or evil spirits. Maintain the peace and whatnot." Chuckled Gohan as they continued down the trail.
"You give off a strong aura gramps. Tell me are you a martial artist?" Arlick spoke with a more visible malice not seeing the point in hiding his distaste toward an inferior species.
Gohan turned his view over his shoulder at the two boys who looked innocent enough but when he peered into the eyes of Arlick he saw a hint of wisdom the kind you only got from experience.
"I was though I've long since retired to the countryside. My training is very much more relaxed and more just to keep this old body of mine on its toes." Said Gohan with a joyous look of remembrance.
"While me and Kakarot are staying with you, could you be our master?" Asked Arlick feeling the familiar taste of bile build up.
Gohan walked in silence for a moment, the idea raddled around in his head. Two aliens. One that seems immensely dangerous...maybe he could reform them with his training.
"I will accept you as my pupils." Said Gohan with a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.
As Gohan walked on inside his own world contemplating how to go about my these two, Arlick flashed a wicked grin thinking off all the ways this could help him destroy this pathetic planet.
