After finally getting a good night's sleep and having some breakfast at the hotel, Heihachi came out for some quiet relaxation on the beach. But there was no quiet on the beach and very little relaxation. The entire beach was filled with hundreds, if not thousands, of young MTV lovers, dancing to the beat of blaring music and rowdy disk jockeys. Overwhelmed with the noise and his misfortune, Heihachi covered his ears with his hands and growled.
"What is this infernal racket?" He asked out loud.
"It's that danged MTV Spring Break, ya?" An old Hawaiian, who was sitting in a hotel provided chair, answered. "They've come to Hawaii this year."
"This isn't a vacation, this is a nightmare!" Heihachi yelled. "I want to go home! I want my office! I miss Lee barging in, I miss planning the next Tekken tournament! Somebody get me out of this hellhole."
"Ya, I hear you, brudda." The old Hawaiian answered. "You just wanna relax at the beach, but here come some punks to disturb the peace."
"I can't take this anymore!" Heihachi yelled. "I'm outta here. I'm going to go back to my room, I'm going to pack my bags, and I'm going back to Japan!"
Later that evening, Lee and Bruce put up a team effort and managed to disable Kuma. After disposing of the bear, Lee went for the computer and began to look through the files.
"Yahoo, dawg!" Bruce said. "We's one step closer to all that money."
"Yes, Bruce. I know his files are here somewhere. But where would I go to change the ownership of Mishima Corp? Any ideas, Bruce?" Lee got no response. "Bruce?" Lee turned around to see Bruce lying unconscious on the floor, and Kazuya standing over him.
"Kazuya!" Lee shouted. Before he could even think, Kazuya put his hand around Lee's throat and lifted him high above his head.
"I warned you, you ignoramus." Kazuya growled. "Stay away from Mishima Corp." Lee's uncontrollable reflexes told him to cough, but Kazuya had his hand wrapped so tightly around Lee's throat that he couldn't even do that.
"That's enough!" A voice shouted. Kazuya looked behind him to see his father made an unscheduled return. "Right now, I'm in the mood to pound anyone's skull! Release him and leave my office."
Kazuya did what he was told and threw Lee aside. He left the office without so much as a backwards glance. Lee picked himself up and approached Heihachi. "One day." He began, but he hardly had enough air to finish those two words. After a couple of coughs, he could speak again. "One day, Mishima Corp. will be mine!"
Heihachi didn't respond to Lee except for shoving him out of his office. Then, Heihachi took a seat behind his big wooden desk, light a cigar, and puffed it. He kicked his feet up on the desk and he knew in his heart and mind that he was home and never wanted to leave again.