Post by Leke Hattori on Jun 12, 2013 15:56:58 GMT -5
Leke's face was not one of happiness, scowling as he passed guards in the palace. It had been a week since his battle, and still he had not received his cut. His face screwed up in anger and he screamed aloud. Today, he would get his money and make that man pay. He ran out of a nearby exit and blasted off into the sky. It did not take long for him to reach the run-down tavern that stood atop the massive underground arena that Leke used to fight in. Used to. Leke had decided on his way over that he would blow this place to smithereens and get the bettors and everybody else arrested...
After he got his cut. The young Prince descended and touched down on the sidewalk in front of the building. Not caring at all for the shabby door, he simply blasted open a giant hole in the wall with his ki and stepped into the rubble. Inside, the announcer was sitting at a table staring at Leke, wide-eyed and pants-pissed. On the table lied piles of money; likely he was counting it. "O-o-oh, n-no.. No..." he stammered, scrambling around to find something to defend himself with. He knew why Leke was here.
Leke glared at him with intense eyes and ascended to full power, surrounding himself with a red-and-gold aura. He roared and tossed a ki blast that destroyed the bar. "Where is my money, Onin?!" he roared as he charged up another ki blast. The scrawny announcer held his hands up in surrender. "P-please, Prince Leke, d-don't hurt me! Please, I-i'll get you your money, yes yes, I w-will, and then some." Apparently appeased, Leke powered down to his normal levels and the ki ball dissipated. The scrawny man breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled around, gathering all of the cash on the table in a nearby sack. With shaky arms, he handed the Prince the Zeni-filled sack, and began to cry.
"Here, thats at least double of what you would have earned! Now please, leave me alone, please, please..." His plea slowly turned into a sob at the end of his sentence. He was truly fearful of his life. He was pathetic. Leke thought that cowards were some of the lowest things in this universe he lived in. As Onion withdrew his arm, Leke grabbed it right back and lifted him off of his chair. He literally dragged the man out of the ki-made hole in the wall, back into the streets of New Vegeta.
By then, a policeman had arrived on the scene from reports of ki usage in this district. He immediately saluted the pissed-off Second Prince of the Saiyans as soon as he recognized him walking out. Leke shoved Onin towards the Saiyan and spat on the ground.
"Take this trash away. He's been running a ring of underground fighting matches. Lock him away for a good, long time, and get any of his associates that you can." The policeman nodded and cuffed the bawling and roughed-up former announcer and shoved him into the back of his police vehicle. Leke ascended to his full power, covered again by his red-and-gold aura and looked at the policeman.
"Good work," he said briefly, before lifting off at maximum speed, leaving a sizable crater in the sidewalk where he left. The policeman watched him leave with a sigh of relief, and then looked at the captive he just took. His day of work just got a lot better thanks to the Second Prince. He smiled and entered his vehicle and drove off to lock up the criminal.
Leke slowly lessened in anger as his flight continued. This lump sum of Zeni in the bag in his hands was indeed a lot more than he was originally going to get, so the day wasn't entirely bad. Just as well, he had cleaned up crime on the streets (not mentioning that he himself participated in the criminal acts). All in a days work.
((Zeni, please))
After he got his cut. The young Prince descended and touched down on the sidewalk in front of the building. Not caring at all for the shabby door, he simply blasted open a giant hole in the wall with his ki and stepped into the rubble. Inside, the announcer was sitting at a table staring at Leke, wide-eyed and pants-pissed. On the table lied piles of money; likely he was counting it. "O-o-oh, n-no.. No..." he stammered, scrambling around to find something to defend himself with. He knew why Leke was here.
Leke glared at him with intense eyes and ascended to full power, surrounding himself with a red-and-gold aura. He roared and tossed a ki blast that destroyed the bar. "Where is my money, Onin?!" he roared as he charged up another ki blast. The scrawny announcer held his hands up in surrender. "P-please, Prince Leke, d-don't hurt me! Please, I-i'll get you your money, yes yes, I w-will, and then some." Apparently appeased, Leke powered down to his normal levels and the ki ball dissipated. The scrawny man breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled around, gathering all of the cash on the table in a nearby sack. With shaky arms, he handed the Prince the Zeni-filled sack, and began to cry.
"Here, thats at least double of what you would have earned! Now please, leave me alone, please, please..." His plea slowly turned into a sob at the end of his sentence. He was truly fearful of his life. He was pathetic. Leke thought that cowards were some of the lowest things in this universe he lived in. As Onion withdrew his arm, Leke grabbed it right back and lifted him off of his chair. He literally dragged the man out of the ki-made hole in the wall, back into the streets of New Vegeta.
By then, a policeman had arrived on the scene from reports of ki usage in this district. He immediately saluted the pissed-off Second Prince of the Saiyans as soon as he recognized him walking out. Leke shoved Onin towards the Saiyan and spat on the ground.
"Take this trash away. He's been running a ring of underground fighting matches. Lock him away for a good, long time, and get any of his associates that you can." The policeman nodded and cuffed the bawling and roughed-up former announcer and shoved him into the back of his police vehicle. Leke ascended to his full power, covered again by his red-and-gold aura and looked at the policeman.
"Good work," he said briefly, before lifting off at maximum speed, leaving a sizable crater in the sidewalk where he left. The policeman watched him leave with a sigh of relief, and then looked at the captive he just took. His day of work just got a lot better thanks to the Second Prince. He smiled and entered his vehicle and drove off to lock up the criminal.
Leke slowly lessened in anger as his flight continued. This lump sum of Zeni in the bag in his hands was indeed a lot more than he was originally going to get, so the day wasn't entirely bad. Just as well, he had cleaned up crime on the streets (not mentioning that he himself participated in the criminal acts). All in a days work.
((Zeni, please))