Okra got into his battle stance resembling that of tiger style Chinese martial arts. "I'll show you the power of this new form." The saiyan in a blue gi smirked. "Hyaaaaaah!" He called as he attempted to transform. Everyone stared at Okra. He remained unchanged. "Uh golden shining!" Okra scowled. He threw a punch at the man in armour. The man grabbed Okra's punch and gave him one back directly in his stomach. Okra stumbled back winded. His opponent tapped his scouter. "A power level of 8500 and you expect to defeat me? You would never be able to protect yourself, never mind pitiful weaklings. I bet everyone you know and love is dead." The man taunted Okra as he kicked his rib cage. Okra fell back. The words echoed in his head and resonated in his heart. He was right. His master was killed because he was pathetic. He probably wouldn't even be able to gather the dragon balls to bring back his master. Okra's pupils shrunk. He stood up, his face enraged. He slowly moved towards his foe. "You can make jokes about me..." "but when you bring in the people I love..." Okra's eyes narrowed as he glared towards the man with the scouter. "You won't get out unscathed!" Okra's power level was rapidly rising. The man's scouter exploded and crumbled. Okra's hair stood golden and spiked, his eyes an emerald green, and his muscles had bulked. "Shining..." Okra said as he held his left hand out, a white hue surrounding his palm. "Beacon!" He called. A quick travelling ray of white ki raced towards the man. He was weakend. He quickly tried to get up to escape. Okra stepped on his opponents hand, twisting the ball of his foot. "I'm feeling merciful to you because I'm short on time. But next time we meet you won't be lucky. Do I make myself clear?!" Okra's voice seemed impatient. "Y-yes." The warrior cowered. The man fled. Okra powered down giving a sigh. His aura dispersing. "So rage is the key to that latent power..." the young saiyan mumbled. "That was amazing!" The young girl who had asked for his help said in astonishment. The chubby old man walked close. "You did fine young 'un. Well I'm a man of my word, here" the man said handing kra the orange ball decorated with 3 stars. The man put it in a sling on bag. "Here you can have this too. If you're hunting for all 7 it would be useful to have them right?" Okra simply smiled and nodded. "Thanks sir." The man stroked his moustache. "Is there perhaps a school I could send my daughter to that specialises in fighting." Okra nodded "definitely! Well... kinda... but it's a little far..." Okra wrote down the address and handed it to the man."I really need to go now. I have a major issue to tend to. But thank you." Okra said as he left. Okra's vow echoed in his head 'master, I will resurrect you.'

In the town centre Miyuki walked round. "That saiyan bastard killed my dad! And to make it worse he ran off! Okra I will never forgive you." She paused and walked towards a police officer. "Excuse me, have you seen a boy in a blue gi with wild black hair?" The police officer apologised informing her that he hadn't seen anyone matching that description.

Miyuki turned away to walk back to her dojo when she felt a strong energy nearby. The young earthling darted towards a country road. 'I have you now saiyan scum' she thought to herself.

Okra walked down a country path he had walked about 3 metres when the kid came running to him. "Mister! Look look!" The kid said as she handed him a poster. Okra looked at the paper in front of him. "Miyajin Corporation Cup? What's Miyajin?" The saiyan asked tilting his head. "They're a corporation owned by Nobon Miyajin. A fierce fighter... but look! The prize is a dragon ball!" Okra smirked. A good challenge and a dragon ball? There's no way he'd pass this up.

"Saiyan! You killed my father, and you run like a coward! I never liked you." Miyuki said as she got closer to Okra. "How dare you think you could get away with this!" Miyuki looked pissed beyond belief. Okra sighed. "I'm not to blame. I'm getting the dragon balls to get him back and find out who's responsible. Are you with me?" The saiyan held his hand out as the breeze blew through his hair. "Look... there's a tournament in 3 months where the prize is a dragon ball. If we both fight we can have a greater chance at winning." The saiyan's black pearls burned with determination. Miyuki stared at him staying in complete silence.