This one should be pretty standard stuff - just a small piece of writing in script form near the end.
Tien rushed at Yamcha with great speed; as his drunken figure traversed across the great city they had happened upon. Their feet moved swiftly off and back onto the sidewalk, their speed increasing exponentially as their momentum picked up. The innocent bystanders were horribly shocked, mouths agape as these three mysterious figures trespassed upon their land out of seemingly nowhere.
Tien was far Yamcha's superior in fighting ability and power. There should be no doubt on this subject. As such, when Tien chased after a staggering Yamcha, it took him mere moments to catch up with the inebriated man, and naught but a stern bump to the head to quash him. He fell to the ground like a rock in a cataclysmic battle with gravity, his speed intensifying extremely during the few milliseconds it took him to fully collapse.
Tien picked his limp body up, before throwing him over his shoulder as though he were a sack of potatoes. He trotted casually back to the town, before setting his figure down upon a small bench.
"That boy - can he fight?" croaked out a gruff, but strangely somewhat high-pitched, voice.
"Yeah, he can fight," Tien replied, before continuing with, "And he can probably do it a lot better than you can, too." It was then that Tien shifted around to face the questioner, who seemed taken aback by a feature on Tien's forehead; more specifically, his third eye.
"Pssh. Better than me, I'm sure. What, you take a walk on the Saiyan side of the planet, thricer?" Tien was taken aback by this abrupt reference to Saiyans; were they not an extinct species?
"What the hell's a thricer? My name's Tien."
"Yeah. And I'm Kordar. But, unlike you, I'm not a blasphemy to my entire race." Kordar laughed at this, as did a group of heavily armored soldiers who seemed to perform an apparition right next to him.
"I'm not a blasphemy. Where did you come up with that?"
"Guess that the Saiyan's stupidity rubbed off on you, huh? Ya thricers bring disrespect to all of us. Shameful three-eyes."
"What? You gotta problem with my third eye? It's been there since my birth, and I don't think it is going to go away."
"Pfft. Doubtful. Us Bekks don't get a third eye 'till someone does something for us and then we become indebted to them and don't lose them until we repay said person. And while we have them, we're kept perfectly weak and perfectly stupid. Not of use to anyone. Why aren't you with the others, by the way, thricer?" he scoffed, pointing towards a wooden hut, overcrowded with people.
"I've always had this. I don't know if you can understand that, but this has always been on me. There is no denying that."
"Yeah, real likely story. But either way, tell me about that knocked out guy over on the bench. How good is he?"
"Judging by your power, he's very good. As I've said, much stronger than you. Significantly so. Even Chaozu could probably beat you," Tien retorted, a strong tone of disrespect in his voice.
"Heh, stronger than me. As doubtful as it is that another Bekk is stronger than me, I'd be more than willing to see how his power compares to me…when the fool wakes up from his little nap," Kordar quickly replied, the last segment of his sentence being met by a large round of applause from the crowd of Bekk tools surrounding him.
Tien inched toward Kordar and made a small bit of powerful eye contact. "Or, you could take me on right now. How does that sound?" he stated, before raising his fist up to Kordar's chin. Kordar, of course, in his eternal haughtiness and inability to sense power levels, thought of Tien as his automatic inferior; he knew no equal to him, for this was his legion and he reigned dominant above all.
"Tien, no!" Chiaotzu yelped. "There isn't any need to cause trouble right now. If this really is your race, it'd be better to be viewed as a good guy than a killer!"
Upon this urging, Tien stepped back and scanned his surroundings. The bystanders were cowering, as they were primarily peaceful people. Nobody wanted this fight to explode right now, and Kordar appeared to hold a high status of some sort. Killing him in blind fury surely would not be the best decision, nor would causing a ruckus. Let it be,Tien thought, and Yamcha can handle it all tomorrow.
"Look, thricer, if the lump of a man over there really can fight, he can stay with us for the night. As can your fine flying friend over there, granted that he has some skill too. But you gotta go stay with the other slop, in the thricer house." There was no possibility of compromise in Kordar's word, as he was not used to dealing with those who had a higher power than him, and, in his own little slice of the universe, he was the strongest. He had no reason, in his mind, to make an agreement with Tien, and he certainly would not do so as such.
Tien could obliterate the Bekk soldier in mere moments; he knew that fully well, too. However, he was not the only piece of the game here. His friends needed to be put into account in this circumstance, as they needed quarter even more than he. And, although he could scarcely believe it himself, he found himself croaking out an agreement to Kordar's terms.
The thricer house was a genuinely horrendous place. Tien himself could barely find a place to lay his head amongst the swarm of people in the hut. Adding to this abomination of human standards was the lack of cleanliness in the hut; there was seldom a spot not occupied by a bit of grime or dirt. The other thricers in the hut, however, seemed to accept this with utter ease. They were calm and relaxed, with a look of near blankness on their face, they scuttled about aimlessly, hoping neither for anything better nor for a rescue from the hell they were in.
Tien, who understood the concept of fairness, was repulsed. This treatment was worse than that of not having housing or even shelter. He would choose the outside over this with utter ease, as it at the very least allowed for the privilege of movement. In here, the spaces were so cramp that a movement would send him bumping into another thricer, which was quite the unfavorable action. Leaving the house would not be a necessarily wise idea, as he had genuinely no clue as to what the outside was like; they could be ambushed, a cataclysmic weather event could occur, or a group of nasty predators could ride in at any moment. This would have to be sufficient, for the moment.
Yamcha, alternately, was luxuriating in a perfectly suitable household. A pregnant housewife was tending to him and Chaozu while he was unconscious, placing his drooping body into a cozy spare bed, as she provided Chaozu with a hot beverage and a pleasant talk.
"Yes, you really mustn't mind Kordar. He can be a bit…rambunctious at times. He's really not a bad guy," she told him. They were sitting together in the living room as Kordar trained outside, although it was the middle of the night. "He is the strongest of our race, and he is the leader of our military, so he naturally has to train constantly. Even when our baby is close to being delivered…" she continued. She was his wife, making her the wife of the general of the military, a highly coveted position in any circle.
"That bully is the leader of the military? That's ridiculous! How can he be in charge?" Chaozu responded, his fury over Tien maltreatment resurfacing.
"Yes - and he is a good one, too. Never have we lost a battle against the Saiyans with him in charge…although many lives have been lost because of it…" she responded, at which point they were fully silent. Neither had anything to say.
Kordar was an excellent, albeit ruthless, leader. He was strong, an incredible tactician, and always had the highest hopes for his race in mind. Never did he fear, his head always held in a proud fashion, without the slightest evidence of doubt in his face.
The concluding battle for the Bekk race was tomorrow. It was then that they would face the Saiyan race on in the final battle over who owned this land. The Bekks and the Saiyans were both proud races, who considered their only superiors to be nonexistent. As such, it was inevitable. A significant part of the war was the simple matter of who was the stronger of the two; no matter what political cover they put over it, the core of the war was determining who was the superior in strength. With that said, the official reason was over who would own this or that land and their fights over this had been immense. Tomorrow was when the final decision would be made. Whoever won the battle tomorrow won the war.
Yamcha awoke with a splitting headache. He stumbled out of his bed unaware of his location, before opening up a door and vomiting. He found himself atop a staircase, which he stumbled down with lead for feet. Upon reaching the penultimate step, he fell, landing face first upon the ground. He regained his footing, at which point the was greeted by Kordar himself, who stated, "Thricer said you could fight. Can ya?"
Yamcha was suddenly nimble footed by the mention of fighting. He hastily responded with, "Yeah, I can fight. Wanna go for a quick spar to test me?"
"Heh, sure, you can have a go at me. Just be warned, I'm a strong one." Yamcha, who could sense power, knew this to be true, but also knew Kordar to not be a challenge for himself. They quickly headed outside, where Yamcha took on his typical sparring position and Kordar took on his own.
Yamcha disappeared within a mere moment, and Kordar glanced from side to side, searching for him. He found nothing. "Wolf Fang Fist!" Yamcha hollered, materializing behind Kordar and latching onto his arm as though his fingers were teeth, sinking into his skin. He then took the Bekk general, pivoted, and slammed him into the ground. Kordar was left a crumpled mess, barely able to move.
He leaped back up and lunged at Yamcha, who swiftly dodged him as Kordar plummeted through the air towards nothing. He laughed, which only infuriated Kordar more. He turned back around and threw another punch. Yamcha caught this punch, and, rather than performing another offensive attack, he said, "Haha, you really need some more training before you can take on me!"
Kordar was mortified at having met another stronger than him. This was entirely unprecedented. However, he nonetheless was a general who had his race's best interests in mind, and, somewhat reluctantly, he uttered, "Would you - would you join my army?"
Yamcha took not time to respond. "Of course. When's the next fight gonna be?"
"It's - it's today. Against the Saiyans. If you can beat me, you can beat them."
"Saiyans? What?" Yamcha then had a slight recollection of the prior night; he remembered having talked to the circle thing, having asked to come back in time to meet Tien's race. But back to the time of Saiyans? Why would they come all the way back here? "Oh yeah, Saiyans. Despicable race. I'd love to kick some Saiyan ass." He did a quick power scan of the planet, only to find that, on the other side of the planet, the powers were quite higher than on the Bekk side. A few were even stronger than Vegeta was when he first came to Namek. He could sense one who was even stronger than Yamcha when he left King Kai's planet; why were they so powerful?
As Kordar began to say something else, Tien strolled up to the two. Yamcha was the first to speak to him.
Yamcha: Hey, Tien. Are you going to be fighting the Saiyans too?
Kordar: Yeah, like I'd let a thricer fight with us in this war. Fucking weaklings…
Yamcha: Nah, Tien isn't a weakling. He's stronger than I am, and by a lot, too.
Kordar: I don't care how strong he is in your fantasies. I don't need any more thricers in the army, thanks. I've already got one, and that's just to keep the townspeople happy. He's a useless soldier, too.
Yamcha: The Saiyans are strong. You need help from everyone you can get it from.
Tien: And, quite frankly, I'm much stronger than you are. I'm stronger than everyone in the army, too.
Kordar: Pfft. You're just a thricer with stupid delusions of grandeur. A thricer like you won't be any help at all.
Tien: Look, you arrogant ass, you need to let me fight in this war. I can help all of you. You don't know what could happen out there. I'd be able to handle anything that they could throw at us; I can promise you that. Or, I could kill you and join myself? *RAISES FIST*
Kordar: Whatever ya say, boss.