Dragon Ball Z: Paradise Found

The Way Things Work

The rich leafage of Planet Beiko rustled when Chayote's spaceship hurried like a crashing comet through the thick forests, shredding through wood and ripping man-sized leaves off with the ship correcting its course at the very end with a hard steer upward and releasing a quartet of puny landing support legs that dug into the dirt and halted the landing orb enough for the bouncy limbs to retract and for the ship to position its bottom onto the surface.

The ship that Chayote traveled in didn't allow any of Planet Beiko's intense heat inside though the Saiyan was well aware that she'd still need to deal with it the moment she'd open the hatch. When she did, the young Saiyan woman felt surprised to feel that while the contrast of an infernal heatwave striking her head-on was forceful, she could handle the heat of Planet Beiko far better than before.

Of course, since that time Chayote had improved her power level and experienced surroundings of intense heat inside the Room of Spirit and Time. Either one of those could have been the reason why Chayote felt far more functional this time around though the fact that she had spent some time on this planet before and possibly had begun adapting to its conditions might have played a part too.

The Saiyan looked around, taking a brief moment to take a few sniffs of the boiling air that burnt deep into her nostrils and appeared to make one shorter of breath after drawing more of it in. She could sense a handful of different power levels moving around, though the fact that she could sense the signatures suggested that they did not belong to a giant robot that she'd encountered on this planet before.

"So, you've changed your mind about the heat?" a low-pitched voice came from the trees, helping Chayote by directing her eyes toward the nearest warrior of Planet Beiko, one amongst a dozen others. All of them looked rather similar which was understandable given how the locals lacked that many features besides the shape and color of their eyes and the thick lips on their faces.

"Shunabehan told me that you guys would feel honored by training me. Figured that I wouldn't tease you guys for too long..." Chayote breathed out and pocketed her hands. She could feel her power level having drained substantially already and it was likely to continue dipping the more time she spent here.

As much as the Saiyan wanted to play it cool, the moment that one of the Beiko warriors gestured for her to follow and most of them turned around to lead her to their establishment, Chayote zipped off her tracksuit and tossed it into her spaceship before pressing a button on the remote to close it and send it off to space so that it could orbit around the planet on standby.

How the warriors of Planet Beiko could move around and fight as efficiently as they did with so many clothes on was beyond the Saiyan. They wore a number of clothes that seemed excessive even for the northern regions of Earth, adopting turbans, long and baggy attires, and multiple layers of clothes. The locals didn't hurry back, it let Chayote follow them comfortably in her own pace.

"Ah, Chayote, I figured that it was you after seeing the spaceship. We see very few visitors otherwise..." Shunabehan welcomed the Saiyan with a cheerful yet composed smile. The lips of the locals were so thick that they could generally tilt them upward or downward, leaving it to the rest of their face to relay the exact emotion.

"I wonder why..." Chayote shrugged, trying to mirror the behavior and the general vibe of the locals. Her strategy of acting cool as Tenshinhan would have only worked on Earth, where such behavior would have appeared natural. The warriors of Planet Beiko appeared to be a superior temporary replacement, seeing how they resided in a planet of infernal heatwaves. Plus, Chayote would spend a bit more time around them and have them beside her more often, making them a more accessible source for imitation.

"It's because of our legendary warrior prowess!" a warrior with red and blue decorations over his baggy white attire declared while smacking his chest with open palms to demonstrate his hardness. His delighted facial expression suggested a jest though he likely did feel pride in his abilities as a warrior as well as the skill of his people.