One bowl of Spicy Noodles

Chapter 1

Red Son looks at the city, knowing that the winner of the battle should have been his father, the demon bull king. Yet, it wasn't. The Monkie kid cheated, at least he did in his opinion with that dorky mech of his that came out of thin air. Red took ages planning, designing, and creating his bots and his father's armor, and that mongrel creates an advanced mech in seconds without even doing a quarter of the work that Red Son did? Completely unfair. Red looks at the city, seeing that it's already starting to go back to as it was, with some people acting as if life hasn't changed... As if his father's mere presence meant nothing to them. He'd show them, Red Son will be the name that all come to fear!

"You should know better than to sulk when there are more important things to do."

"Mother, I am not sulking. I am merely plotting the demise of that infuriating Monkie kid."

"Oh, really? Because it looks like my useless son is simply basking in his own defeat."

"Well, do you have a better idea?"

"Of course I do. Come on, we have a lot of work to do and you have a lot more bots to make... Since they've all proven useless to my beloved... just like you."

Red watches his mother vanish, knowing that he'll have to find his own way home. Except, this time he's in danger. No one in the city likes him. A few people tolerated his presence-like his mother does-but now? Now they have reason to attack him. He destroyed their homes, people died in the destruction, some homes are still being rebuilt. He puts on a jacket, making sure his hood is up and his mask is on, and he quickly gets down from the top of the building he was on. Now on the ground, he realizes that he was so angry he actually forgot to eat. Luckily he has money on him, and he has heard of a noodle place not far from here that he has yet to go to, so maybe they won't recognize him. Maybe... It's most certainly still in business, with its competition across the street gone... Along with most other competitors in the city. So, maybe they'll be so stacked with orders that no one will care for his face. He notices that he's already walking there, sheer hunger driving him. He looks around, seeing posters of his father's face and "never forget" in bold letters beneath it. No doubt that the foolish Monkie kid put these up. Luckily, there aren't many with his face on them. And, the ones that do have his face on them he can easily tear down without having to worry. Then, he makes it to the small restaurant, seeing that it's open. He goes inside, almost getting hit with a bowl as an angry woman storms out with her kid, who is crying, screaming, and simply throwing a tantrum.

"And stay out, you filthy, freeloading, Karen!"

Red son walks in, looking at the mess that was just made, wondering if that would have killed him if that made contact with his face instead of the wall.

"Oh, sorry about that. That woman tried to leave without payin'. Demanded to speak to a manager despite the fact that I own the place. Got me all riled up. You'd think that half the city gettin' demolished would change some people's entitlement. You get it, right?"

"Well,"

Red Son instantly thought about the stupid noodle boy and all that he's done.

"Oh, most certainly. How much for a bowl of spicy noodles?"

"Depends, what kind?"

Red looks at the person, seeing a pig that looks familiar, though he can't quite pinpoint where he's from. It can't be that important if he can't recall, right?

"Dandan noodles?"

"Now that's a personal favorite, which is 14 dollars and 56 cents. It'll take a few minutes to make, so get comfy."

Red Son grabs a 20 dollar bill from his pocket, giving it to him. Red Son grabs his change and receipt and sits down in a chair, seeing that there aren't many people in the store. Red looks on his phone, seeing some new trending tags.
#MonkieKidNoodleDelivery #GreenDragonNoodleDelivery
All with pictures of that ignorant Monkie kid and the Green Dragon that saved him when they first clashed. Makes sense that they'd be allies. Lowlives travel in packs after all. At least, that's the saying among demons who group with those that are not of kin to try and be stronger than those of regal families such as the magnificent Demon Bull King family.

"Here you go, kid. Enjoy."

Red Son angrily looks through his phone while eating the noodles, enjoying the taste while also trying his hardest not to burst aflame due to the mere sight of the two. It doesn't take him long to finish his meal, which was adequate. Red goes to their site, Pigsy's Noodles, leaving a 5-star review. It seems fair since, compared to other places right now, the prices are low, the food is good, and no one is currently attacking him.

"Hey, Pigsy! We finished all those deliveries!"

Red Son looks at the door, seeing the owner of that voice. It was the green dragon. And beside her? He could barely believe it.

"Great work! I got a dozen more already. Don't look at me like that, MK, we aren't taking anymore. Orders are done after this since we close in 10."

Red can't believe his eyes, it's him. Noodle Boy! He hides his face in his phone, marking this place down as their secret base of operations. Clearly, he is training here to improve speed and precision, thus making it the perfect target for an attack! Surely this would impress his father! Make his mother think twice before calling him "useless"!

"Yeah, MK! Besides, they're close by!"

"Mei, you can turn into a dragon, nothing is too far for you."

"And you have the monkey king's staff and defeated the demon bull king! Delivering noodles should be nothing to you! You can do it!"

"Alright, alright, but only because you pay me."

"Of course, I'm your boss after all. And, the owner of the best noodle shop in the city!"

"Currently the only one in the city."

Pigsy looks at Mei, glaring.

"Don't rain on my parade. We close in 7, so hurry up and get packing!"

Red Son silently leaves, knowing that this is valuable information. The noodle boy still has a job AND all his allies seem to be in the same place. It's perfect! All he needs to do is place a few bots here and observe him until he heads home, and then he can steal the staff in his sleep!

"Mother, you will regret ever crossing me, Red Son, who will soon earn Father's respect and be more useful to him than the likes of you."