Cold open. Literally. It's a dreary 23 degrees Fahrenheit (-5 degrees Celsius) night on a conquered planet in the greater Arcosian Empire. A Saiyan and a Brench-seijin walk into a tavern, the purple-skinned fellow wearing a coat and a suit of standard issue Saiyan designed armor underneath, the Saiyan skipping out on the coat and wearing only his armor to protect him from the elements. They walk into the bustling tavern and take a seat at the bar side-by-side. The bartender gives the 2 a glare, then the cold facade settles.
"What'll you two be having tonight?" the Bartender said, pulling out a writing tablet and some sort of pen or pencil.
"The usual." said the Saiyan with a sigh.
"...and I'll have the Fried Arlian legs." said the Brench.
"As I expected, you were never one to drink-" he wrote the Brench's order down on the paper and took it into the kitchen. Moments later he returned, and looked at the rack of exotic Alien liquors behind him, trying to remember what could possibly be the Saiyan's 'usual' again.
As the bartender got to work on his friend's cocktail, the Brench looked at one of the TV's in the room. It was showing live footage of well respected Arcosian aristocrat Cecil eliminating a rebel base in cold-blood. As he continues to watch, his friend is served; A glorious cocktail with enough alcohol to get the average piss drunk in one sip, and enough flavor to make you gulp the thing all at once like it was a shot. They call it the Suicide Cocktail...
The bartender would be explaining it, if this wasn't the Saiyan's 5 one this week. He slams it back without a second thought and belches loudly and rudely.
"...excuse you." said the Brench.
"pfft, like anyone gives a shit that I burped Grap. It's a bar for Ist's sake." said the Saiyan, having suddenly turned from stoic and quiet, to mouthy and rude.
"Well I'm just trying to be polite, Bruse." Grap replied, with someone from the kitchen having come out with his food.
"...your food's here." Said Bruse in a mocking tone with his arms crossed.
"Thanks, I didn't notice, I was too busy keeping track of you." he said with a cocky smile and turned to dig into his food.
"pfft... whatever..." Bruse said, looking away from Grap as he ate. But before he could dig in, the door to the tavern swung open, standing in it was a huge looking Namekian. He clambered his way past unconscious patrons, broken bottles yet to be swept up, etc; He grabbed one of the other patrons at the Bar by the shoulder and threw him out of his seat, as the bar was completely packed. This wasn't uncommon practice at the bar, it was just a dick move. The Namekian smiled at the bartender and said,
"One glass of water, please." The bartender replied,
"We don't serve Nameks." he looked the green skinned creature dead in the eyes.
"Well... That's too bad." The Namek raised one hand and fired a ki blast into the bar, hitting both the bartender and igniting the alcohol, causing the whole bar area to essentially detonate. Thankfully, Grap was able to duck for cover, grabbing Bruse.
"Ric!" yelled Grap, concerned for the safety of the bartender he had grown to know as a friend.
"My booze!" Bruse cried in anguish, clearly only concerned about... his booze. The two huddled together for a few seconds before getting up. When they got up, the Namekian was still there, watching the fire in complete satisfaction.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" Bruse charged out of Grap's arms to hit the Namek, who anticipated this exact thing, kicking Bruse square in the stomach. Bruse flew back due to the sheer force of the attack, being launched through the wall, staying true to form. Grap, on the other hand, stood his ground.
"Why... Why are you doing this?"
"Why does anyone do anything?" the Namekian said, closing the gap with a ki blast charged in his hand. "Sheer. Absolute. Boredom." The Namekian fired the ki blast, sending Grap through the wall, making the hole Bruse made ever so slightly larger. Bruse was able to catch Grap by the time he was being launched, but, well, he was still drunk, so they both sort of fell.
"I gotcha-" Bruse said, falling over with Grap in his arms, feeling like a duffel bag full of bricks pitched by an Major League Catapult.
"No you don't..." Grap said slowly getting up and looking down at Bruse. The two smiled at eachother before they heard the sound of flight.
"You don't think it's-"
"Oh who else could it be." As Grap said that, there he was; The Namekian.
"Do you like... want something?" said Bruse, getting up onto his feet.
"I guess you could say I want a good fight... If you're willing to give it to me." the Namekian said, cracking his knuckles.
"Well, if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get." Grap got into his appropriate fighting stance and looked at Bruse, who took a second before doing the same. The Namekian grinned and began to laugh as his power level slowly began to skyrocket, along with his size.
"Nobody ever told me that the Namekians could do the Oozaru thing too!" said Bruse, panicking.
"Well, you still have your tail, right?" Grap said, smirking. Bruse simply shook his head grimly.
"Oh. Gimme a second-" Grap reaced into his cloak's pocket and pulled out a Scouter, and put it on. "You uh... deal with the Namekian for now."
"WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO AGAINST THAT THING?!"
"I don't know, shoot it with a ki blast or something-" and Grap was back to pushing buttons on his scouter, presumably reading. Bruse looked up at the Namekian, who had his arms crossed.
"Are you ready yet?" he asked impatiently.
"Oh, uh, of course." Bruse said, flying up and back and unleashing a barrage of ki blasts on the Namek's face. The Namekian staggers back but swats at Bruse, who takes the hit and collides with the ground.
The Namekian crossed his arms. "Pathetic." He said, before stretching his arm out to the Saiyan. He held onto him tightly in his grasp, squeezing, letting Bruse cry out in agony. After a minute or so, Grap turned off his scouter and looked up to the Namekian, firing a ki blast at his hand. He wasn't on his guard, so his grip loosened, allowing Bruse to break free and escape to Grap's side.
"So, any bright ideas?" Bruse said, nearly out of breath.
"Yeah. Lay down on your belly."
"Excuse me, what?"
"You heard me, lay down."
"Alright-" Bruse said hesitantly, getting onto the ground, turning his head to look at Grap. Grap raised his foot to press down slightly above where his tail would be,
"Apply a little pressure here-" he stepped down and all of a sudden Bruse's tail springs out of its point of origin. Bruse is stunned. Grap steps off, the now fully tailed Saiyan stands up, and the 2 look up at the Namekian... who is standing directly under the moon...
"Ah shit-" Grap says, getting the hell out of dodge as Bruse begins to grow in size, standing to match the Namekian in height.
"Finally, a worthy opponent!" As he says that, Bruse charges up a blast straight from his mouth and fires it. The Namekian fails to dodge it, and his head is wiped clean off. Grap hides behind a bench, shocked.
"Well, that was... anticlimactic." The Great Ape begins to pound on his chest, letting out a mighty roar.
"...well, that sucks." Grap says, flying in quickly, generating a blade of ki on his hand to swiftly cut off the Saiyan's tail as soon as it was regrown. When Bruse shrinks back down to size he looks down to his tail.
"DUDE, WHAT THE HELL!?"
"WE ONLY DID THAT SO WE WOULD STOP THE NAMEKIAN, I DIDN'T WANT TO DEAL WITH ANOTHER GIANT MURDER MONSTER!"
"I JUST GREW THAT BACK, ASSHOLE!"
"When we get off planet, we'll do it again, okay?"
"...okay..."