Plasma had all kinds of plans to enact once it had retrieved the fridge back to the depths of its hideout within the sewers – plans so devious and morally ambiguous it’d leave the contents of it within. However, these dreams and ambitions would unfortunately come to an unprecedented and unfortunate halt as the one wicked being capable of preventing such innocent goals to reach into the realm of reality were stopped by something large, burly and oddly hairy. Plasma’s tight grip around the metallic sides of the fridge slipped as it hit the tail of the Saiyan.

There was a silent prayer and a murmur of mercy at the oncoming threat as the fridge’s mighty weight began to tilt towards the bio-android due to the loss of its grip – and a fate so foul and grim, only comedic channels got television it. Numerous sounds and squeals of gibberish could be heard as the fridge promptly landed on Plasma in its small state. Plasma wildly waved its hands to its sides up and down with a panicked expression that was hidden away beneath the crash.


To Callion’s eyes, he’d be able to see two tiny arms and legs poking out the side underneath the fridge as the bio-android went utterly silent. Its legs were comedically spread and its arms stretched as one would be posed when making angels in the snow. Plasma had not expected this outcome, nor anyone with genuine power to approach it and prevent the ‘borrowing’ of all fridges. Perhaps if he had utilized his ability to sense energy, then maybe he could had foreseen this outcome, but alas. Here they were – and now the fridge had a dent underneath it in the shape of Plasma.


Whatever Callion did following this, he would be able to hear the metallic noises of metal bending and being reshaped by pure badass strength. The contents within were thrown aside of the fridge as Plasma had ripped itself through the back of the fridge and forward – or rather upwards – and it was munching on the contents inside of the fridge before it made its entrance.
Swallowing and munching as much as it could before opening the hatch of the fridge, Plasma would emerge by ‘calmly’ opening the fridge from the inside, climb out of it and step down on the ground. Its red eyes were fixated in a squint at Callion as it closed the door to the fridge and stepped onto it to appear slightly taller than it genuinely was.

Inhaling deeply as Plasma pinched his nose-bridge, he would pause for a second before waving wildly around at the different locations such as a nearby red vehicle, the fridge, the sky, the apartment building whilst uttering absolute gibberish and incoherent sounds that were straight out of an insane asylum. Plasma tapped his crown with a pinched hand numerous times as if signalling why he couldn’t get it ‘inside’ of his head what he was doing.

Frustrated, at least visibly, Plasma continued before pointing at the fridge and then its stomach before finishing off with a judgmental finger at Callion. Following his most dramatic play of his life, Plasma stood in silence and glared with a too-‘disappointed’ expression to be true at Callion. In regards to its physical make-up however, it looked like some utterly stray changeling mixed with a bit of insect and spotted alien-species of who knows what.

There wasn’t a single sign of it had having been crushed, nor its exo-skeleton having suffered a dent from Callion’s interaction.
Impatiently as Plasma was due to its long-desired plans of obtaining a fridge to its home, he began impatiently tapping his foot against the metallic surface of the fridge as he awaited an answer from the 'rude' saiyan - who had 'unjustly' interrupted its raiding session.

Those people that remained around, if there were any - were probably running since this fellow had stopped the android and the interaction could turn into something serious, foul or utterly silly. Whatever the outcome was, Plasma was in it to eat it - at least the fridge's contents. It was starving - and the sound became prevalent as the stomach growled and Plasma moved his hands towards his stomach in slight irritation, mumbling gibberish once more. Plasma wasn't entirely fan of talking just yet - so its more comfortable noises of screeches and imitation of human-speech had to do. Hopefully Callion took this kindly instead of promptly punting the bio-android onto mars through fire and flame with the hatred of a saiyan interrupted in his eating session.

Plasma’s sight was tested within this very moment as the two champions of power and might met gaze – perhaps love to some – but this was for certain a challenge of lunacy. There was verbal garbage spat out of Plasma’s mouth – yet words that it believed to be utmost adequate and suitable for those present in this world. The Gremlin’s composure shifted to reflect that of Callion’s, perhaps too much, as the android’s expression shifted to that of his calmness mixed with the cool of a Saiyan. Battle of wits – and they were both at a stalemate, which was how Plasma pictured it within its purple globe on its forehead. There wasn’t much Plasma could do however as it was either a hit-or-run situation or allowing itself to be grabbed by the presumably unwashed tail of a Saiyan.

As Plasma’s frame was curled around by the man’s tail – it could not help itself but maintain the dead-stare as it was brought up to the Saiyan’s full height, eye-to-eye, face-to-face. In a discreet attempt, perhaps out of audacity or curiosity as the android’s stomach growled, it would maintain the eye-contact and attempt to pluck a single, one, hair out of the Saiyan tail and promptly eat sole strand of hair. Plasma’s expression was ice-cold, stern and stoic during this without showing a sole hint of weakness, for this was the rules of nature. Frighten, shake or show weakness – and you would become the fridge in this case. Callion’s initial question of how it was an utmost ‘pleasure’ to meet Plasma was met with an ‘attempt’ at mimicking the latter part of his phrase ‘nice to meet you too’, but it was foreign yet familiar the same time. It could sound genuine as if it was saying those words as if it understood it, but at the same time it was alien.

Whilst Callion explained his examination, his prestigious analysis, of how the situation had come to this unfortunate predicament between the two – Plasma could do nothing but clear its throat, cough and smile. As Callion continued his speech, and tilted his head, the Android would replicate and murmur out a ‘yeh’ – or at least something like it. However, there was one small issue with the fridge being returned to the location, which Plasma tried to explain with all kinds of hand gestures such as ‘walking’ as it moved two fingers, the index and middle finger, up some imaginary stairs and then mimicking ripping something out of the thin air. Following the ‘ripping’ gesture, Plasma waved its hand wildly from where it had ‘ripped’ the fridge out of the air and then made raspberry noises with the tongue to mimic the noise of water which was oddly on-point.

Scratching its nose afterwards as it looked Callion, who still had the ‘innocent’ android within his hairy grasp, licked its lips as its attention was driven towards the ramen – at least discreetly. Its greedy nature growled within it and in soul – and its hand-gestures continued to be as expressive as possible as the hands continued to move ‘downwards’ and out on the ‘streets’ in the air. However, this could only continue if it could as the Android’s tail began to extend on its back – which the android had attempted to ‘hide’ by turning its expressive ‘handwork’ in the other direction. Boy, it was going to end badly, but Plasma was living on the edge – and the morality of ramen wasn’t yet taught to the creature.

Steeling itself with all of the might within it, Plasma’s tail began to extend downwards – gaining length that did not entirely seem possible with the android’s small frame – and made a massive curve to discreetly sneak up the rear of Callion in an attempt to put the stinger into his pot of ramen. Yes – it was going to suckle on his ramen through its rear and the android was trying to explain it off as best as it could. However, this turned out – who knew. However, whatever happened – when Callion kindly asked the android about its name as the people of the city continued their own business as they did following the fridge incident, Plasma turned its face to look at Callion. Plasma looked him dead in the eye, ‘kindly’ placed its two hands on his tail – tapping it. Clearing its throat, the android licked its lips and exhaled.

Plasma promptly stuck its tongue out and made farting noises – raspberry noises – with its tongue in terms of name. Perhaps this was the dialect of its people, or perhaps it was simply fooling around. Who knew – Plasma knew, but it was utterly too nervous to truly grasp the situation at hand. Plasma’s attention now shifted from the Saiyan before it, to the citizen around them, to the fridge beneath it and then back to the Saiyan.

Unfortunately for both parties, Plasma continued the farting noises with its tongue in different tunes and tones, almost making a musical hit out of it. Now – depending on how ‘rough’ Callion responded to Plasma’s diplomatic attempt at conversing with the odd-looking species, Callion, if things turned worse – it would begin to utter out its name repeatedly. At least in a coherent tone that could be spelled in the common tongue that they both understood – now this could be done under the circumstances of Plasma being violently shook or stirred, perhaps even both.

"EEEEEEEEH - PLASMA - PLASMA - PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASMA!" It valiantly cried out in hopes that whatever outcome was going to happen, was going to be lessened, especially the fridge since there was now a Plasma-sized hole in the back and the insides being utterly shredded to bits by the omnivore that was Plasma. Plasma threw up its hand before it and shook them as if trying to calm down the situation down, and if it worked - depending on how Callion responded to his Ramen and the Android 'farting' in his face, the android would follow up with a nervous, almost instinct-like, fart noise with its tongue once more at the end. With the outcome unsure, Plasma knew one thing and it was that a beautiful toothy smile always does the trick.

This meant that the beautiful and surely kind-hearted Saiyan did not squash or squish or flick or slick Plasma across the globe following this incident. Though, Plasma did glance down at the fridge once more and offered an apologetic shrug as its hand made a 'wall' that promptly had the other hand interlock fingers with it to 'signify' it bursting through the back and ruining the grandeur fridge of all fridges. Sure, it was wrong - but one couldn't fret over every fridge in town, right?

Plasma gulped, for it knew it was in trouble, but who was to say right from wrong when someone only knew survival and not the morality of the law nor the consequences of trespassing on-top of arson with a bit of property damage? Not Plasma, Plasma was as innocent as they came in its eyes.

And once more, one last farting noise with its tongue before it offered an affirmative gurgling noise from the depths of its throat followed up by a thumbs up to Callion!

Alright – the situation had slightly shifted as things were moving and actions were about to be made. Plasma’s gaze shifted to the spectators around that still lingered whilst its tail kept suckling away the ramen – scooping it all up into its tail to forever disappear into the body of the android. It was discreet – or as discreet as Plasma could possibly do it with its thin and long tail that was stealing the succulent food from the Saiyan’s bowl. He was still caught in the grip of the Saiyan – not much to do there though unfortunately, so it was in for a ride – but it would nod at the question regarding the water. To be honest – at this rate, or whatever it had said earlier, would probably result in that apartment complex being utterly flooded right now or ruined with all of the electronics and kitchenware being ripped out of sockets. There was not anything to salvage or repair unless you brought in an official, but in response Plasma simply nodded!

It did do that, and it would do it again for some delicious free food that people were keeping inside of storages – not Plasma’s fault they hadn’t eaten it yet. Yet again, its appearance came into play – and anyone could be guessing what the origin of this creature was, whether it was natural or man-made. However, it was made, it had a perfect set of white toothy teeth inside of its mouth – perfection man-made to avoid all dentists. Wait a minute, where they were going now? Plasma felt the tail tighten around it as Callion grabbed onto the fridge and sought to fly off with the luggage at hand – something Plasma wasn’t physically capable of at-all preventing, but a burp did come out following its feast.

Now, on the roof-top, Plasma would glance around to see where the hell they had ended up – and still kept up by his tail – Plasma would begin to walk on nothing but thin air until it was put down by the ‘kind’ Saiyan. Eyes were locked, and Callion spat out his name to the bio-android who swiftly yet eagerly nodded at him in return before repeating his name as best as it could. Then there was the intellectual conversation about how robbing other people was a bad thing, and Plasma shouldn’t do that – and how work should be done through legal means, all part of something that the bio-android had never heard about in its entire life simply due to the background of it. Tilting its head to the left and right as if trying to properly understand the Saiyan’s wise words of law and legality, Plasma’s imitation of his words and movements were cut short once the Saiyan offered his ramen in good sportsmanship. There was however just a simple issue with that – and it was the empty bowl that the Saiyan had noticed and now directly looking at the Android for with a heavy stare that felt like daggers.

Plasma blinked a few times, inhaled through its nose before exhaling loudly. Its posture was firm, its stature perfect and its stare unwavering – at least up till the point where it burped right into his face by accident. Plasma’s eyes comically turned to each side as its mouth waved due to the sheer power of the burp behind the figure’s might. It was powerful, stank and utmost potent in its smell – as if one could smell every little flavour behind the Ramen that the Saiyan had been robbed from. It was involuntarily and perhaps the signifying detail that let the goose out of the bag that Plasma was the culprit behind this insidious crime of Ramen.

Wiping its mouth clean, despite not physically at any point having ‘lunged’ at his Ramen to eat through its mouth, Plasma looked at Callion deep into his eyes and then pointed behind it with a thumb – either signifying that his Ramen had probably fallen off during their little flight, or its own very hidden tail at this point. Whatever it was, Plasma’s expression hadn’t caught up on the evil deed of stealing Ramen just yet. He hadn’t even registered it to be a mean crime, but it sought to change the subject anyhow by muttering ‘zeni’ and ‘work’.

Plasma lightly shrugged as if having little to no understanding of what these concepts were as it began ‘talking’ in gibberish once more whilst doing extravagant movements with its hands at the different things around as if trying to explain itself and its origin. Plasma pointed repeatedly towards the forest and made a wriggly hand upwards from the earth before drawing a large ‘square’ in the air followed up by a curled fist that ‘opened’ with an ‘explosive’ sound made through Plasma’s mouth. There were lots of ‘beep’ ‘boop’ noises too as if trying to sound scientific as Plasma continued its incoherent and silly rant about travelling the world before stopping up to see the reaction of Callion.


Meh – it was probably going to be a fight, or not, but at this point Plasma had already confined its decision to that of a little expedition. Sure – it was going to turn south, probably, because he did not exactly look eager to have his Ramen lost, but Plasma wasn’t sure that it was its fault either due to its mindset. So, therefore, the little gremlin began to stretch out on the spot as if trying to pass time and burn the food it had greedily poured down its mouth hole. Yeah, it was stretching out and Callion should do the same unless he wanted to pull a muscle – not that Plasma could do it due to its biological make-up, but the Changeling class within it sought to upkeep an image.

This image was of finesse and skill – and its silly Majin side was enforcing it in the most illogical ways of doing certain actions at the utmost wrong times. Plasma’s nose sniffled before burping once more, followed up by a Raspberry noise as it shrugged at Callion.

There was a lot to work with here, Plasma thought to itself, as he kept his attention fixated on the Saiyan within this very moment of suspense. It’d read his expression, his change in mannerism and the tone of his voice following the revelation that Plasma had indeed taken his Ramen unjustly and horrifyingly evilly so. However, there was something that stuck out when it looked into his eyes – and was it perhaps… Callion looking down at it? Plasma wasn’t entirely sure – but he felt that he wasn’t kept up to par, to the same standard he held himself. His expression hardened as his crown lowered itself to mimic that of a momentary scowl as the android analysed the situation within its head.


Intently listening to Callion explaining himself and the utter ‘glee’ at having found the android due to the unfortunate background of the creature, Plasma crossed his arms as he continued to listen. Was it truly in need of guidance, and guidance from such a figure before it? He was at least twice Plasma’s strength, so it was something – but power hadn’t truly been the goal of Plasma to obtain. There wasn’t a reason behind striving for more strength outside of simply having fun interacting with the species of the world – it was utterly alien to the alien creature that was Plasma. Plasma required a push in some direction, but if this was the one to be pushed to – was up to Plasma to decide as he continued to listen to Callion’s ‘negative’ comments about Plasma’s supposed inability to communicate verbally with other species. Unbeknownst to Callion, Plasma was perfectly capable of understanding the words that Callion used to describe Plasma with – and it was not sitting well within the regal genetic code that lingered inside Plasma’s very being.


Forcing a smile in return at Callion, Plasma’s hands eased up – just preventing two fists from being made. It was wrong to enact genuine harm onto others without a good reason, and it took more than just courage to take a life – it took courage to be able to withhold one’s strength and spare the pain onto others. Inhaling deeply, Plasma exhaled and loosened up for the time being as Callion elaborated on taking Plasma as his student or pupil. Even though he had survived since he escaped the lab, it would not entirely hurt to mingle with someone that had survived longer and genuinely trained – and by the looks of it, Callion was some kind of Intellectual Professional Man that knew his way around. It’d prove favourable if Plasma’s innate drive to play with others became weaponized and genuinely dangerous – a tool of justice, perhaps.

However, that last little comment about survival caused Plasma’s index finger to wildly twitch as his expression shifted between a forced smile and a genuine one – fighting the urge to quite literally finger-beam the Saiyan’s kneecap right here and now. It was wrong, and Plasma knew it, but boy were some buttons pressed – buttons Plasma was entirely unaware of that existed within its very core. Alright, Plasma was going to give this one chance – and this was quite literally shown as Plasma raised its index finger right up as Callion took on a very serious expression as he looked at the bio android. Whatever the world knew of Plasma wasn’t something that the android wanted to cultivate into a bad picture, for it had been kind to Plasma – at least those that lived on the country. It merely existed within the city at this time due to the abundant food available everywhere, ranging from kitchens, fast-food chains and trash bins. Hell, if push came to shove – Plasma would devour a whole trash bin if it so wished for it. Although, as said beforehand – this was a proper opportunity for Plasma to tempter itself and grow beyond its wild shell of a creature. Perhaps it would be capable of making a change and return the good deeds those Earthlings had done to it when it first emerged from the cold confines of the earth – perhaps it’d be a change for the better. At best, this would be the turning point to utterly seal off the thought of absorbing others! It was a Sidious thought that dwelled at the depths of Plasma’s mind, and a thought it kept at bay by consuming other types of bio energy.

Now, Callion was looking at Plasma with some kind of fatherly look, and Plasma in return was looking right back at Callion with drool coming out of its mouth as it kind of zoned out due to its intellectual thoughts causing it to reflect about itself. Now came the part where Plasma was once more picked up by another person, and this time like some kind of handbag as Callion at least used his arms this time rather than his hairy ‘clean’ tail. Dropping towards the ground, Plasma felt the air brush against its face till they eventually touched the earth once more.

Finally free from this damnable Saiyan’s grasp, Plasma would sit down on the concrete floor and look up at him as he continued to talk and blabber – words that Plasma caught onto, but it’d rather sit down and enjoy the time spent here than stand up and do it. Fortunately, enough for Plasma, the leech he was, Callion recalled the scenario where it had rubbed its stomach as a sign of hunger. Even more lucky for Plasma, it felt something wriggle against its hand as it sat down on the ground – and just to its luck, there was a juicy bug trying to crawl across Plasma’s hand to reach its destination. Callion explained his little demands and criteria of permitting Plasma to eat ramen with him at the cost of not stealing his food again – and Plasma, the ever-listening android, nodded along as its gaze remained fixated on the Saiyan.

Eagerly nodding, Plasma would reach its palm up to its mouth and make a pout as it slurped up the bug as if it was pasta whilst maintaining an unbreaking stare at Callion. This world was Plasma’s oyster, and despite how much it ate – it never felt full. Priorities were at hand, quite literally, but these baby-steps were important as ever – as Plasma was quite young, which no one could genuinely guess due to the alien appearance of Plasma, sadly enough.

Callion walked towards Plasma with determination by the looks of it, and the Android’s gaze shifted towards the hand that was reaching for it – a handshake? Alright, Plasma stood up on its small legs as it used its own hands to support itself off the ground and shook his hand – repeatedly – faster – quicker – stronger. By the looks of it, Plasma was going to continue this till Callion did something as they Android kept a tight grip around his hand. Whilst it kept shaking his hand, Plasma would cough as it tried to formulate some series of words that sounded alongside of ‘SHURE’ and ‘DHEAL’ – as if a pact had been sealed within this very moment.

Despite the beautiful situation between the two creating a mentor student relationship, there was still one thing that remained on Plasma’s mind – and that was the whole reason behind training and indulging itself with a martial artist. There wasn’t the drive for power within Plasma, yet there was still a drive to be a shield between those kind Earthlings – but the thought of perfection troubled it deeply. It hadn’t heard of races being capable of transforming at all, only an innate feeling based off its own innate ability to evolve further beyond – and this thought gnawed at its mind. What if it couldn’t uphold the virtues of good and defending those that required a hand in survival? There was not an applicable situation where Plasma could picture itself being the winning card or factor if those around it – those it had to fight against – could evolve further whilst Plasma remained put in its first form?

Growling at the unpleasant thought, Plasma would close its eyes and violently shake its head to left and right before bonking itself with the long-extracted tail that emerged from its back. Unpleasant thoughts had no place within Plasma, and the training available to it was going to be the tool to realize the ability to defend others – evolved or not. Shifting out of its odd moment, Plasma looked up at Callion with a toothy grin and nodded wildly once more as the tail promptly disappeared up into its back.

Question was just now – where the hell was that ramen shop, and how much did it weigh and how far away could the two get off with it before the police arrived to apprehend them for stealing the local ramen shop from all the thirty students? It wasn’t going to steal, but it was after-all a bad habit that remained inside of Plasma for all the right reasons of being an utterly poor bio-android without a single coin to its name.