Greetings, kind reader.
This is a sequel to the fanfiction "Sadala Chronicles: The Saiyan and the Devil's Fruit". While the events of such fanfic will inspire this work and there will be references to it, this story will be independent.
SADALA CHRONICLES
THE TIME HITMAN
The fate of Frost's successor
Age 779.
July 12, a Friday.*
In the vast ocean of Planet Cinnam there was a spaceship landing on a vessel. The ship was a small red vehicle with lots of equipment hidden in the trunk, and its driver was a curious man jumping out of it to speak with the crew in a flashy manner. The man was an insectoid person of a red exoskeleton, with white hair and bright red eyes, and the crew had many species that aren't worth naming all in here.
"Good evening mates," the man said with an affable tone."Lucky we are that isn't raining today! I want to speak with the leader,".
The person in charge of that group, a humanoid woman with blue skin and pointy ears, was wearing a metallic mask that covered her jaw. The man knew it was a thing for the people of the planet to wear it, but he thought it was a repulsive cultural thing; he didn't have an interest for the mechanical, like bionic arms or artificial hearts, liking only the natural.
"Call me Blue. You want to talk with the leader, you speak with me, red man."
The man chuckled by her creative choice of words. "If we are playing the nicknames game, you can call me Red."
Blue didn't emote, looking firmly at his eyes. Red couldn't help but feel anxious about her glare.
"So, I came here with the equipment you requested," he said with a grin on his face," but I must say it is quite rubbish to reunite in such a desolate place. I'm sure Cinnam has better sights, with possibly good food around."
"We don't want to be seen. There are ears everywhere on this planet."
"And I'm sure you have a good experience with that." Red was giggling like a child looking at her ears, but Blue didn't react to the joke. It left an awkward silence in the area, with Blue breaking it.
"Let me see the equipment."
In a quite clumsy manner, Red went to the back of his ship and opened the trunk. Inside, there were countless weapons and mechanical wonders: poison needles, guns that could rip apart the flesh of anything it touched, flash grenades, regular grenades, rocket launchers capable of summoning small black holes, and a rubber blue duck. The last one stuck like a sore thumb.
"What is supposed to be that?" Blue said, pointing her power beam at him. He touched the weapon with his finger, pushing it away rather slowly and gently.
"Oh, is a quite fascinating thing. Very brilliant, and I can assure you he is very proud of that one. Well, let's quit the chit-chat and go for what we came to discuss: the topic of payment."
Blue took a long look at the weapons, and she seemed pleased. It was hard to tell if she was smiling due to the mask, but Red had enough experience to tell.
"Tell your prize."
"Three billion credits," and he raised three fingers of his hand," those were his words. And not a single digit less."
"That's crazy, no deal!" She pointed the power beam at him, and many members of her crew did the same. He was unfazed, trying to remain civil in such a hostile environment.
"Don't try, my dear. It has a security measure, if you shoot you will end up electrocuted. Need I remind you that is thanks to his magnificent creations that you pirates are even a menace to the Galactic Patrol? I'm sure that after Frost's departure, you guys won't survive against the Saiyans so easily – if I must add, you don't kill each other first."
Blue growled... and did nothing more. Red was waiting for her to react, but she was frozen. In fact, everything stood still, with nobody in the vessel moving an inch. Some members of the crew took their mask off to smoke a cigar, yet the smoke too was standing still in the air. That feeling was familiar to him, as he experienced it before.
"I've come to kill you."
It was a quiet but menacing voice. Red moved and saw a tall purple man in a fitting coat of the same color. He had bright red eyes just like him, and a peculiar shape of head..
"I know who you are," Red said, "You're Hit, the legendary assassin."
"I've been called that." Hit seemed unfazed. He had a serious expression on his face all the time, but if one paid close attention, one could see subtle eye bags under his eyes. Red found it fascinating, although this detail would be missed by anyone on the first attempt of looking at the man.
"Time is frozen, which means my time is up. And why do you want to kill me? I'm nothing but a humble arm's dealer."
"I've been asked to kill both the leader of this vessel and the arm's dealer coming. I did one, now I'm for the next."
Red chuckled.
"As expected. Do your worst."
Hit then punched him in the heart, a quick and almost painless strike that rendered Red unconscious until the blood in his body stopped flowing, killing him. And as quickly as he arrived, Hit disappeared, destroying the weapons of the pirates. Blue screamed in horror when time resumed.
But there was more to Red that meets the eye.
On July 15, someone would arrive to the planet to fight the Space Pirates: A member of the Galactic Patrol, and his hired muscle, a Saiyan.
*Universe 6 has its own calendar, very different from ours, but for the benefit of this story, we will treat as if this story uses a Greco-Roman calendar.
The cover of this story was drawn by the talented Death By Tea, who ironically hates the character in question. Please follow him on Twitter, as sakugatea