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Entry 17, part 1:

Meijer City

July 31, 06:00 p.m.

When he left, he destroyed the capital with his destructive power due to an unexpected transformation - as an accident. As the spaceship flew across the town of Meijer, far in the distant east from Mon Roll, he could witness a familiar scenario: a battlefield where hell broke loose.

WHOOOOOOSSSSH!

Even in stealth mode, the flight was dangerous as Barra had to constantly evade the crossfire between the battling armies. In one corner there were flying warriors of a silver armor, shooting at the Saiyans and Cinnamians in the other. Cabba remained silent in his seat, coughing as he sensed all the deaths across his window. In the split of a second, Cabba saw him: Cooler, formerly Manza, jumping across multiple battleships in the sky, destroying each and one with ease, laughing as he held a poor fool in his hand, using him as a maze to hit anyone he found. He took a deep breath, knowing that he will have to fight him in due time.

"We are arriving close to the destination you requested," Barra said as he piloted the ship. "Our communication is on, but let's be careful with it, someone may hear us. I apologize for asking once more, but are you sure of what you're feeling?"

"Yeah," Cabba said, coughing as he headed towards the door with a cane, "I can sense him." He could barely hide his sickness. A week of rest cured his bones to a great extent, but he was still weaker that he could hope for, sweating and with a high fever.

He was standing in front of the door, ready to jump to the battlefield. He felt wrong wearing a blue armor and black underclothes that hid all skin, with the attire belonging to a soldier named Ollin. According to Rasley, Ollin was the bodyguard of a rich member of the Avians, and bought a personalized outfit to make himself stand out from the rest of the Saiyans of Cinnam. Now Cabba was wearing the clothes of the guy he killed by accident. It felt wrong, with him wanting to puke, but there wasn't time to find anything else.

First, defeat those two, Cabba thought to himself repeatedly. Then, you will find a way to fix all this mess.

Above the armor, he was wearing a blue hood, given to him by Barra so he could pass off incognito for as long as it could last. This made him feel comfortable, as he could hide his sickly face. Once more, he wore a mask with hidden anesthetic gas in case he needed a quick escape, not to mention it would help him breathe, and a new pair of blue gauntlets designed by Barra just to look cool.

"If anything happens, I will call you for the evacuation plan."

"This is a suicide mission," Barra pessimistically said as the door opened. The smell of the explosions entered like a strong wind, and Cabba couldn't stop coughing. "You have authorization for killing."

"I do?" Cabba asked with his eyes wide open. "Sounds out-of-character for the Galactic Patrol!"

"It's in character for two dangerous warmongers with weapons that threaten the entire universe. Leave no prisoners, and kill both! I'm counting on you!"

Cabba nodded, and he jumped.

The desolation seen from the sky was a different story from the ground, with the blood and corpses on the street, most of them from Cinnamian forces, with no Saiyan in sight. The crumbled buildings became bridges, and Cabba couldn't help but remember he was just there a week ago. He took a deep breath, remembering to focus on his targets.

Cabba ran with difficulty as he held a cane, hiding. In that place, he had no friends, and was alone. Not too different from the usual, to be honest. As he heard the fighting in the distance, he looked around the alleyway walking with caution.

Multiple neon lights adorned the walls, all turned off without the electricity that had been missing ever since he turned into a Giant Ape. On the ground, there were remains of silver metal, and the smell of the oil was strong enough to incapacitate anyone that smelled it. There was no doubt: a member of Cooler's forces died in there.

This is suspicious, he thought to himself. The Saiyans that fought with Cooler were no match for him. So, who defeated this guy? I imagine Cooler forces are as powerful as him. Was it him? Maybe he was inside that woman?

As the splendorous noise kept going, Cabba focused all his thoughts to find him, and make him pay for what he did to him. Finding someone's ki was like looking at different fruits in a stand, all would have different shapes and colors. However, Oren was different; as Cabba stayed too long synchronized with the Machine Mutant, he could feel his cells calling for him. It was a like phone in the stand, constantly calling you to yours as it vibrates in your pocket.

He couldn't feel that sensation so far away from Planet Cinnam, but now that he returned to execute him, the vibrations in his body wouldn't stop. He cleared his thoughts and ran in the direction the cells told him.

As he reached the end of the alleyway, he saw a Cinnamian and a Saiyan fighting against one of Cooler's soldiers. The cyborg was losing the battle, with multiple pieces of his body missing. Cabba understood that man was running away, and the pieces fell in the alleyway. He was, however, more interested in the eyes of the Saiyan: crimson red.

"Any last word, scum?" said the Saiyan, pointing at the cyborg with his hand.

"Yea, kill us all you want, we won't be truly beaten! Hail Cooler, the true successor!"

At that moment, the Cinnamian shot at the cyborg in the head. The bullet, as Cabba witnessed, absorbed the body of the enemy like a black hole. Cabba gasped, it was truly a deadly weapon. The Saiyan, however, punched the Cinnamian in the shoulder.

"You jerk! You stole my win! I did all the work, I should have finished him!"

"I had to!" the Cinnamian yelled as he returned the punch, although suffering by it. "Gah, it hurts! I know you weakened him, but the boss told us to shoot at them with these weapons. If we don't, they regenerate from their wounds!"

"Fine..." the Saiyan said, annoyed. "Thanks to him, I no longer have to be afraid anymore."

As Cabba listened to their conversation, he heard a voice inside his head:

Why did you bothered to return in here?

Cabba almost screamed, looking around the alleyway to find who said it. He knew he was there so soon? How was he even talking with him?

You know, I thought you would run away with the tail between your legs. Oh right, those two mongoloids cut it.

"Don't try to act smart," Cabba said quietly. "You gave me the tail, remember?"

A mistake, like your mother giving birth to you. And a mistake I'm willing to repair.

As a brief headache invaded him, Cabba noticed how the two men were flying towards him. He didn't have time to waste with them, so he quickly knocked them out. First, he counted the seconds as time stopped by his own power, then struck them in their necks most delicate area.

The men dropped to the ground unaware of what hit them (pun non intended), lying unconscious on the floor. Cabba coughed, trying to breathe through his nose as he recovered his footing with the cane. Hit's Time Skip was amazing, but tricky to get used to.

"Using your words, I think we need to talk real close," Cabba said, this time not even afraid of hiding his voice. "A dance is only between two people, right?"

Cabba ran, following the vibrations in his body, waiting for Oren to say something.

Author note: Originally this chapter would be vastly longer, but something personal happened related to the quarantine. I think I will break my personal promise of only uploading 20 chapters, and making these last ones rather short.

Next chapter will drop out soon, at least if the quarantine doesn't get worse in my town.