The Restaurant
“Where’s that damn droopy brat…” Spina walks around the restaurant for several minutes, looking for Daiman. There were piles of rubble scattered all over the floor due to Spina coming in through the ceiling. “Come out!”
“I’m pretty sure he left...” Clark felt an uneasy pressure from Spina. It was overwhelming to the point that it was nauseous. “He just came in out of nowhere, and without the Breakers to boot. Did he get into a fight with them or something?” The Kryptonian didn’t want to push any buttons that might set the old Saiyan off somehow. He tried sensing the others, but he’s not well adjusted to sensing Ki. Rather than assuming the worst, Clark decided to keep Spina at bay until the Breakers showed up.
“Hey, the wish is still going strong, so why just sit down and eat some food? I’m sure you’re starving. At least get something in your stomach before your friends come back.”
Spina stopped next to a tall floor lamp. The atmosphere instantly changes, and he gave the Kryptonian with an intense, deadly glare. “…. What makes you think they’re still alive?”
Clark narrowed his eyes and became serious. “What?”
“Yeah, killed them with my own two hands. Crush them like bugs they are…” Spina concentrated for a bit; particles of energy gathered around his hand until it took shape of a blade. It was shockingly like Vegetto’s technique. “With a single, swift strike, cutting them down was a cakewalk at that point. They didn’t even have time to scream or beg for mercy. Like that bastard, Vegetto. That egotistical freak thinks he’s so highly… and then I sliced him to bits.”
Furrowing his eyes, Clark clenched his fists. “Why did you do this? They were trying to help! Vegetto? He’s trying his best—”
“Relax, boy scout. I’m only joking.” The energy blade vanished. “And here I thought you had a good sense of humor.”
“In what way was that a joke?!” Clark thought to himself. He was concern that while he didn’t know the man that well, that was the first time he made a joke. A dark one at that.
“Well, whatever. I guess that droopy one left already… I don’t see him anywhere.” Spina walked away from the lamp, in which Daiman was standing behind it the whole time. Clark realized this after seeing the boy breathing frantically. They both locked eyes, the latter panicky and whispering to him to keep quiet. Clark nodded in agreement.
“Well, be some use. Tell me where Turles ran off too.” Spina asked.
“…No idea but listen,” Clark didn’t want Spina to wandered off after hearing that joke. “Just stick tight and eat some grub. Nothing wrong with the classic American burger! The cheese is to die for!”
“I don’t have an appetite. Haven’t had the urge to eat for a long time now.” Spina started to levitate from the ground. “Since you don’t know anything, I’ll find him myself.”
“Wait! Just hold on for a second!” Clark tried to get Spina to stay a bit longer. “Hey! What about ramen!? Vegetto can cook a mean ra—”
“I fucking hate ramen.” Spina snapped.
Clark gasped. “Huh?! That’s impossible!”
