The following day, Brakkar and Tarkor remained in the vibrant city, considering their subsequent actions. The trepidation and bewilderment they had experienced among the Earthlings lingered in their thoughts. Resolute in their intent to rectify misunderstandings and foster improved dialogue, they resolved to attempt once more. Brakkar, known for his forthright manner, approached several Earthlings who were warily observing from the safety of their dwellings and storefronts. "Hello! We need some help!" He made the announcement with a cheerful tone. However, in his enthusiasm, he inadvertently picked one of them up to capture their attention. The Earthlings screamed and flailed, evidently petrified by the towering Saiyan who held them captive. "Put me down! Please!" the person cried out.

Tarkor sighed, watching the scene unfold. "Brakkar, stop lifting people off the ground. It only makes things worse." Reluctantly, Brakkar set the Earthling back down, who promptly ran away in fear. "I don't get it, Tarkor. I'm just trying to talk to them." Tarkor opted for an unconventional method. Positioning himself at the center of a bustling street, he obstructed a crowd's path. "Excuse me, Earthlings. We need to speak with you," he declared, his tone grave and commanding. However, rather than halting, the Earthlings let out screams and scattered in all directions, eager to evade the imposing figure that barred their route. Tarkor's unyielding demeanor only served to escalate their panic. "I don't understand. Why are they running?" Tarkor asked, baffled. Before they could devise a new strategy, a tranquil and familiar glow emerged, heralding the arrival of Whis. His presence, calm and collected, provided a comforting contrast to the turmoil engulfing the city.

"Ah, Brakkar and Tarkor, I see you're still facing some challenges with the Earthlings," Whis began, his voice as soothing as ever. Tarkor nodded. "Yes, Whis. We tried to explain our intentions, but it didn't go as planned. They were terrified of us." Whis chuckled softly. "It's understandable. Earthlings can be quite skittish when faced with something—or someone—unfamiliar. I thought I might offer some advice on the dos and don'ts of interacting with them." Brakkar leaned in, keen to learn. "Any help would be greatly appreciated."

"Firstly," began Whis, "you should never grab a human by the scruff of their neck. It's quite startling for them." He chuckled, momentarily losing his composed demeanor as he remembered the incident. Brakkar's brow furrowed in confusion. "I was merely attempting to ask for food." Whis nodded, his eyes gleaming with mirth. "Your intentions are clear, Brakkar, but humans usually favor less tactile forms of communication. A polite request and maintaining a respectful distance tend to be more effective." Tarkor, ever the quick learner, absorbed Whis's advice with a thoughtful nod. "What else should we be mindful of?"

"Well," Whis continued, chuckling softly, "it's wise to avoid sudden movements or displays of power that might intimidate them. Approach them calmly, speak softly, and try to understand their perspective. They're not accustomed to beings of your strength and appearance." Brakkar sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "So, no lifting people off the ground, then?" Whis laughed heartily, a sound seldom heard. "Precisely, Brakkar. No lifting people off the ground." He composed himself, his smile still warm and reassuring. "Remember, patience and kindness are key to gaining their trust."

The Saiyans embraced Whis's counsel, resolved to modify their strategy and win over the Earthlings. Whis remained on the ground before Brakkar and Tarkor, his amusement evident from their prior efforts to engage with the Earthlings. Noticing their keen expressions, he resolved to provide them with more comprehensive guidance. "An additional crucial aspect to consider," Whis explained, "is the distinction between male and female Earthlings. Although both genders experience fear, their reactions to specific stimuli can differ. For instance, female Earthlings may exhibit greater terror when confronted with an imposing figure abruptly crossing their way. This reaction should not be misconstrued as weakness; rather, it is a typical response to a perceived threat." Tarkor, reflecting on his previous actions, nodded in understanding. "So, standing directly in their way was probably not the best approach."

"Indeed," affirmed Whis, his smile conveying understanding. "Your presence in the street's center, coupled with your stature and grave expression, probably exacerbated the Earthlings' apprehension, particularly among the women. It's crucial to seem less daunting. Sidling up rather than confronting directly and adopting a non-menacing stance can be beneficial." Brakkar, always more direct, raised an eyebrow. "And flying in front of them is a bad move?" Whis laughed softly, his chuckle carrying a light, melodious quality. "Certainly, Brakkar. Abrupt movements, particularly aerial ones, tend to startle them. Approaching from the ground, while maintaining a reassuring distance, is advisable."

Realizing the Saiyans required a tangible demonstration, Whis prepared to illustrate his point. Noticing several Earthlings watching warily from afar, he said, "Observe carefully," as he guided the Saiyans' attention. Whis approached the Earthlings calmly and with gentleness, maintaining a respectful distance. He offered a warm smile and spoke softly, conveying reassurance. "Greetings. I come in peace. I am here to assist and to discover the marvels of your planet." The Earthlings, initially cautious, remained calm. They nodded slowly, clearly comforted by Whis's method. "Observe how I maintained a respectful distance and used a soft tone," Whis instructed, facing Brakkar and Tarkor again. "The key is to ensure they feel secure." Brakkar and Tarkor looked at each other, their earlier brashness replaced with a sense of humility. Guided by Whis, they now felt equipped to engage with the Earthlings in a manner that fostered trust instead of apprehension.

"Brakkar, it's your turn," Whis prompted, indicating the gathering crowd. Brakkar, keen to demonstrate his worth, surveyed the vicinity and spotted a disturbance. A man was attempting to hold up another at gunpoint. Mistaking the situation for a mere argument, Brakkar strode over confidently. Unaware of the robbery unfolding, Brakkar greeted the men with a genial smile. "Greetings, gentlemen! There's no cause for discord. Let's take a moment to relax," he suggested, resting a firm hand on the shoulder of the would-be robber. The sudden grip caused the robber great pain. "Ow! What are you doing? Let go!" He yelped and dropped the gun. Unaware of the fallen firearm, Brakkar continued, "What's going on here? Let's just be friends." In his attempt to be friendly, Brakkar accidentally twisted the robber's arm in such a way that he ended up doing a bizarre somersault and landing in a trash can, his legs sticking out comically. "Oops! Didn't mean to do that," Brakkar scratched his head in confusion.

The man who had been the target of the robbery gazed at Brakkar with wide eyes before thanking him profusely. "Thank you! You saved me!" he exclaimed. With a heart full of gratitude, the man quickly departed, leaving Brakkar behind with a sheepish grin on his face. "Like that, Whis?" Brakkar asked, turning to the angelic guide. Tarkor, watching the whole scene unfold, turned to Whis. "Should I tell my brother?" Whis sighed, trying to stifle his laughter. "No, Tarkor, I'll tell him." He then turned to Brakkar. "Brakkar, that man was not a friend of the other. He was trying to rob him." Brakkar's eyes widened in realization. "Oh! I had no idea. I thought they were just having a disagreement." Whis sighed deeply. "Let's start from square one. This is going to be a long day."

"My brother is an idiot!" Tarkor exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. Whis chuckled softly, placing a reassuring hand on Tarkor's shoulder. "Patience, Tarkor. We will get there."