"Meys?" Brussa called out, "Meys?"

"What is it?"

"Over here, I've found something. You're not going to believe this!"

Meys floated over, and grinned at what Brussa had found, "Oh this is a good find."

"Why? It's just a Pod. It's interesting, but what makes it good?"

"Think about it, Brussa," Meys slid down the hill to the bottom of the crater, "Whose pod do you think this belonged to?"

"I mean, Kakarot, obviously."

"Oh, right, you're too young to remember how this used to be done. So, Kakarot was a baby when he was sent here, right? How do you think baby Saiyans, even weak ones like Kakarot, would take out planets for Lord Freeza?" Meys asked. Brussa shrugged.

"I have no idea."

Meys opened the pod, and gestured to a projector on it. Brussa stared at it.

"What is it?"

"It's a Blutz projector."

"Oh, like, the, um...Fake moon things?"

"Exactly. Now, Earth does have a moon, but it's only full once a month. But with this? We can turn into Oozaru whenever we want, so long as it's dark out," Meys reched for his knife, and grumbled once he remembered it was missing, "Well, we'll need some tools. Raditz showed me how to modify Pods, so if we can get a power source, we should be able to modify it so we can carry it around. I don't think this pod is going anywhere, though."

Brussa looked around, "I think there was a town that way. We could steal some tools there."

"No, we should avoid attention if we can until we're ready," Meys shook his head, "We should do some hunting, and sell the meat for whatever passes as currency, and buy them instead."

"But the Namekian and his allies can sense our presence anyway! We can't hide from them, it's like they always have scouters anyway. We should take what we want!" Brussa said.

"The more we destroy, the more of a reason they have to come after us. I'd rather fight them with the Blutz projector than without it. Once we have it ready, that's when we strike. A wise warrior knows when to wait, and when to fight," Meys explained. Brussa crossed her arms.

"Everyone said you were the dumb one," Brussa said, "Why you make me feel like the dumb one?"

Meys smiled, "I've been doing this for a long time. Besides, if I was so smart, why would I keep growing out this moustache to piss off Vegeta?"

He pointed to the hair on his lip. Brussa grinned back at him.

"Well, he's shaved it off you enough imes, all the scars make you look even uglier without it."

"Oh poor me, what ever shall I do with this ugly mug of mine?" Meys put his hands on his face, shaking his head in faux shame. Brussa laughed.

"Come on, let's bury this thing so nobody finds it, and then do a bit of hunting. We've got nothing else to do out here, anywhere."

They spent the rest of the day hunting the most dangerous beasts they could, assuming that the rare meats could be sold for more than the easier catches. It was a trivial matter for them to take down creatures like a T-Rex and fly it into the village, where the beast was almost as big as the main square.

"Wow, mister, you and your daughter brought in quite a haul!" a local Earthling said, gawking at the T-Rex.

"Daughter? No, she's...Uh...My sister," Meys said, shaking his head, "Anyway, we're new to the area. Thought we could make a little money with some hunting."

"Ah, do you know Goku? This looks like something he'd hunt," the Earthling said. Meys's jaw clenched.

"We're familiar with him. Who do I talk to about cutting this thing up?"

"Well, you probably couldn't sell the whole thing, but truth be told, this will keep the village stocked for months on meat. I wish we could give you enough money for the whole thing, but I'm afraid we don't have much…" the Earthling admitted.

"WHAT? We worked hard for this creature, do you see the teeth on this thing? You should give us what we're owed!" Brussa barked, floating up to the man. Meys shoved her back to the ground.

"Tell you what. We're looking for some supplies. Why don't we talk about some trade, then, and we'll exchange the money we would get for what we need?" Meys suggested. The Earthling blinked at Brussa floating, but looked to Meys.

"Definitely relatives of Goku...Yes, I think we could do that. I'll get the butcher, and he'll get you a number, and we'll work something out," the Earthling said, "You can call me Pops."

"I'm Meys, this is Brussa."

Brussa harrumphed.

"All right, wait right here, and we'll see what we can get for you," Pops nodded to them, walking into the market. Brussa ripped off a bit of skin of the T-Rex, cooked it with her Ki, and chewed on it.

"I know, not exactly 'Conquering worlds', is it? But you've got to learn to wheel and deal for things like gear, even in the Freeza Force. This is an important lesson your dad won't teach you. Trust me, this is how your mother gets all those spices to make field rations taste like feast fit for Freeza. A little patience, a soft tone, and a smile can go a long way. Trust me."

"Oh shucks, Pops, you weren't kidding! You sure this thing isn't gonna get up and eat us? It's almost intact!" the butcher gestured to the T-Rex.

"That's what I thought!" Pops laughed, "This is Meys and his sister, Brussa."

"It wasn't hard. Just one shot to the head and it went down," Brussa grumbled.

"One shot, huh? You're some kind of sniper, kid!" the butcher said, "Well, for an intact T-Rex, I can't sell the whole thing here in market, but I know some bigger butchers in the city that would be interested in coming and taking a slice. I'd say something like this would go for, hmm, probably get a good million Zeni for a whole T-Rex like this in good shape, if we can cut it up in time."

"How long is that?" Meys asked. The butcher shook his head.

"If I had a team of ten, it could take us a couple days. We've probably got less than a few hours to get this thing cut up and packaged before it starts getting bad."

"Well, if you can get the packaging, we can butcher it ourselves before the end of the day," Meys offered, "Then we can call it one point two million Zeni?"

"Uh, yeah, easily, if you can pull it off."

"Well, I lost my good knife yesterday, so could I borrow some equipment? Brussa and I can cut this thing up if you've got the boxes."

"Boxes? We'd need salt or refrigerators to haul this whole thing! I don't have that on hand!"

"Then you best get to calling your friends, huh?" Meys said with a rumble in his voice.

The butcher blinked, "You're serious...All right, then, I'll see what I can do!"

Brussa rolled her eyes, "Now we're doing our own dirty work?"

"You've never cut up an animal with your mother before?" Meys asked.

"Of course I have. I just don't see why we can't get them to do it."

"One point two million Zeni."

"What is a Zeni?"

Meys shrugged. A few minutes later, the butcher returned with a squad of young men with boxes and a number of butchering tools.

"If you're sure you two can handle this monster on your own…" the butcher offered them. Meys took the largest of them, which was the next best thing to a sword, and nodded.

"Hope you boys can keep up," Meys said, offering the next largest to Brussa. Together, they started slicing large chunks of meat off the T-Rex, which they then cut into smaller steaks to drop in the crates held by the men. By the time they were halfway through the dinosaur, trucks had started to arrive. Pops and the butcher were busy negotiating who would buy what, and packaging the steaks into the refrigerated trucks. By evening had struck, Meys and Brussa had finished cutting up the T-Rex.

"Definitely related to Goku," Pops muttered to the butcher, who nodded in agreement

"Told you we could do it," Meys said, wiping blood off his face with a towel, "How much did we earn?"

"Well, it wasn't the million Zeni, but we haven't sold everything yet. I'm gonna be selling T-Rex steaks for days after this before we have the full amount," the butcher said, "But we've got six hundred thousand on hand, which is more than I've ever seen at once."

"All right! That was some good training, too, wasn't it, Brussa?" Meys asked.

"It was all right."

"Why don't we get you two a bath, and then celebrate?" Pops recommended.

"Money first," Brussa demanded, holding out her hand.

"Heh, all right. Six hundred twenty four thousand, five hundred Zeni," the butcher handed over the cash boxes, "Count it yourself if you'd like."

Brussa started to do just that.

"Maybe after a bath, so you don't get blood all over the money," Meys recommended.

"All right," Brussa agreed, putting the money back in the cash box.

"Bath house is this way," Pops led them into the village proper. Here, Meys and Brussa were given private stalls to wash off all the blood, and then they went into the communal baths to relax for a little while. Brussa kept her tail wrapped around the handle of the cash box the whole time.

"So you're the one who brought in the T-Rex?" a teenager asked, sliding into the bath with Brussa. She was accompanied by a couple of other girls, who also stepped into the bath. One had long, brown hair that fell to her shoulders, the second had blue hair wrapped up in a bun, and the third was a yellow dog girl. Brussa slid deeper into the water, and nodded.

"That's a heck of a takedown. Biggest thing I've ever killed was a boar. It drove my brother up a tree for about two hours before I found them!" she laughed. Brussa stared at them. The three girls exchanged glances with each other.

"So...You new here?" one of the girls asked.

"We arrived a couple weeks ago."

"I'm Bell. This is Kaz and Vuvu," the brown-haired girl gestured to the blue haired girl and the dog respectively.

"I'm Brussa."

"Welcome to Paozu," Kaz said, "It's not much, but it's home."

"Hey, you've got a tail! Wasn't there a boy who lived on Mt. Paozu with a tail?" Vuvu asked, pointing at Brussa's tail.

"Everyone of my people have tails! It's not weird!" Brussa shouted, "You don't have tails! That's what's weird! You're weird!"

"If I had a tail that I could use a hand like that, you'd bet I'd get one!" Vuvu laughed.

"I bet the boy was Goku. He still lives out there with his family," Bell said, "Is he your family?"

Brussa sank back into the water, "Not anymore. He and my brother killed each other."

The mood was instantly glum, and the three girls were quiet.

"I'm so sorry," Bell reached out to Brussa's shoulder, but Brussa swatted it away.

"It's fine."

Bell sat next to her, "No, it's not. I lost my sister a couple of years ago. I know what that's like, to lose someone you love like that. When did this happen?"

Brussa sank until the water was up to her nose, not replying.

"You don't have to say anything. You've filled my dad's stall for the next month, so I'm going to take you shopping. We'll get you something better than...Green...Spandex?"

"You aren't spending any of my money!" Brussa snapped, clutching the cash box.

"With how much you've earned today, you're spending your own money," Bell laughed, "I'm not gonna steal from you. If you live in the woods with your brother, you deserve something of your own, don't you think?"

Brussa put the cash box back on the edge of the bath, "I guess. We go from place to place, so I don't own much. Back home, I just kind of have a bed, and that's it…"

"Oh that's no good. We are getting you outfitted for sure," Kaz said.

"Outfitted for what? Are we fighting something?"

The girls laughed.

"You could say something like that," Bell said.

XXX

"I gotta say, Mr. Meys, it's a pleasure doing business with you and your sister," Pops said once they were in the bath.

"Can't say I've ever been stuffed this full of stock before! I'm Dice by the way. My daughter's, Bell, is in the girl's bath with your sister," the butcher said.

"Really? Good luck to her. Brussa's got a temper on her," Meys said.

"I've seen the girl stare down a charging boar without flinching. She's tougher than she looks. So what brings you to Chaztke, huh?" Dice asked.

"Bit of a family reunion, I guess you could call it. My, uh, brother, Raditz died, so my, ah, family is coming to see if we can't get some justice," Meys said, "Brussa got antsy, though, so we showed up first to see if we could get a head start."

"Oh, I'm sorry, friend, that's rough. Do you know who did it?" Pops asked. Meys nodded.

"I know what he looks like,and how to find him. But we can't do it alone. So we're staying put until the rest of the family arrives. We'll do what we can before then, though."

"Careful about revenge, Meys," Pops said, "It can eat at you, and turn you into something you might not like. If this fellow's hurting people, take him down if you can, but consider, it may be worth just grieving for your brother and moving on with your lives."

Meys stared at the ceiling, considering Pops's advice, but shook his head.

"I appreciate it. But that's just not our way, Pops."

Pops nodded, "I understand. Just, remember, justice can come in a lot of different forms."

"I never gave 'justice' much thought, to be honest. We live hard lives. So losing a member of our family? It's a big blow, and it hasn't happened in a long time. There aren't many of us left," Meys explained, "It's just not something we can let stand."

"Do all of your people have tails?" Dice asked, gesturing to Meys's, "I heard a long time ago there was a boy on Mount Paozu who had one. Wandered around and did a lot for the people in the East District. Fought criminals and monsters and things like that."

Meys bit his lip, then nodded, "Yeah. I assume that's Goku, but I didn't want to say anything. We lost him a long time ago. When we found him again...He wasn't keen on coming back with us. It got ugly, and we lost two people that day."

"That's a shame. Shame about Goku, I bet his wife and son are devastated. Family shouldn't fight like that. Sometimes family's all you've got in the world," Pops said.

"Hard lesson to learn," Dice said, fighting a lump in his throat.

"I suppose. We've all we've had for...Well, a long time. It's been hard to see a future for ourselves," Meys lamented.

"There's always something new. If your family changes its mind, we'd be happy to have you around. Come on, let's swing by the grills and chow down on some of that Dino meat you brought in," Pops said, "I got a huge shipment of veggies the other day. We'll have a feast, to celebrate and take our minds off our troubles."

They all left the bath and got dressed again. As the three men left the bathhouse, Meys saw Brussa leaving with three teenage Earthlings, while carrying her armor in one hand and the cashbox in the other, walking in her boots and underclothes.

"Looks like my daughter's adopted your sister already," Dice chuckled, "She does that."

Meys grinned; Brussa had a sort of stunned look as the other girls dragged her by the hand to the market. None of them were holding her tail, and she was walking with her own feet, so she wasn't forced. Meys was honestly feeling relaxed right now, and the idea of some home cooked food sounded amazing.

"Brussa's mother is the best cook I know, and she's taught me a couple of things. I'll help with the grilling."