A lone Saiyan sat by a campfire in Yunzabit Heights. His face was emotionless as he stared into the fire, processing the events that happened recently. That's all he really could do in the meantime. Without a full moon, without anyone to spar with much, Jorey found himself in a bit of a slump. He remembered Plasma mentioning something before about super heavy weights to use in training. He was very interested in this, as the Saiyan wanted to get stronger, so he went out and got some. Don't worry, he used his actual money he had on reserve. He didn't steal this time around. However, ever since he put them on, he didn't really feel any noticeable changes to himself. He felt he was getting more and more used to it, of course. That was definitely progress, but nothing too crazy. However, Jorey wasn't comfortable with the fact that he couldn't use his full power because he had the weights on. Concentrating on keeping your speed the same as before with something heavy weighing you down is certainly a chore. Was it worth it? Jorey would find out soon enough.

Eventually, as he sat by the campfire, the Saiyan felt he should start working on sensing Ki.
"Plasma said he was able to sense Ki and use it. I shouldn't be wasting time just thinking about stuff. This is a great time to continue training."
That’s what Jorey intended to do. He prostrated himself just like the last time he attempted to train, concentrated on targeting Ki and sensing it, and stayed there for a bit. He was hoping he'd be able to get a read finally, to finally learn the trick. However, he instead heard footsteps some distance behind him, and turned to figure out what it was. There was a very familiar face he hadn't seen in a while: Dyve. The Saiyan groaned, a little annoyed that his training was interrupted.
"You know, I wish I could say that I sensed you coming, but we all know that'd be a lie."
Dyve smirked and chuckled a bit, scouter on her left eye, and some document in her hand.
"You think I'd believe you, anyway? So, this is where you've been, huh?"
There was a slight pause between them, as Jorey stood up and looked at her. Her smirk was erased quickly. She could see some distant, lingering pain inside Jorey, something that didn't exist when she first met him and became his contractor. She didn't like it, and there was some concern she felt as a result. Her tone became serious when she broke the silence.
"So, lemme guess, you were one of those Saiyans that took out Orange City?"
Jorey spread out his arms, as if he was introducing himself for the first time in a boastful manner. His face was anything but boastful, though.
"In the flesh, baby."
"I can't see why a mercenary like you would even try to do something to stick out like that."
"I didn't want to. I was tricked. Some other Saiyan there got me to look at the moon, and I have no control over that ape inside me as of right now."
"You're letting your guard down as a merc, Jorey."
"I don't wanna hear that from you."
Dyve approached Jorey and put her hand on his shoulder, though he was a little taller than her, so it was a little bit of an awkward hand placement. Still, she tried to show some concern and comfort, despite the fact that none of them had any fondness of each other.
"It took me a while to find you. These scouters have a limited range, you know."
"Yeah, I know. Won't be needing any of those, anymore."
"What? Why, you quitting the mercenary business? Not doing any fighting anymore?"
"Hell no, the fuck's wrong with you? I'll just find a better way to sense Ki than using those faulty things."
"And what are you gonna do about communicating, huh?"
Jorey paused for a bit. He didn't think this through that much. What would he do about communicating with people he needed to communicate with? There wasn't much he could do, right? He shrugged that off and looked down at Dyve again.
"You know where to find me. I'm not planning on moving, anyway. Not til I'm done with my training."
"And, what kinda training is that, anyway?"
"None of your concern. Stop asking me questions. How 'bout you get to the point of why you're here?"
Dyve brandished a flyer in front of Jorey's face, annoying him a bit more than he already was. He snatched it away from her and examined it a bit.
"So, you gonna explain this, or do I have to figure it out on my own?"
"It's a flyer about a Namekian blessing gig of some sort. It might be worth looking into and winning a quick buck."
"Says here that this Namekian communicates with 'ancient Namekian gods.' What's this guy's name?"
"Didgeridoo. Says it on the paper if you knew how to read."
"You think any of this shit's legit?"
"I dunno. You think you might be a descendant of an ancient Super Saiyan God?"
"Ha! The hell if I know."
They both stared at each other for a bit, as if communicating telepathically. Jorey knew what Dyve was thinking, and vice versa. Jorey just had to think about if this is what he wanted to actually do. Jorey sighed and handed Dyve the flyer again.
"Fuck it, let's do this. I'll take it."
"Great. Meet me at this address once you're done with the job and we can divide the earnings."
She handed the Saiyan another piece of paper, much smaller, with an address on it. Jorey could only think about how difficult it's gonna be to find her when he doesn't have a scouter, and he'd have to ask around for directions. He moaned and took it, putting it into his training suit, under his weighted gear. He grabbed his cloak, threw it over him to cover his tail and body, and started walking.
"Wait, how'd you even get here?"
Dyve looked at Jorey, a little confused about the question.
"I flew?"
"You know how to fly, and you didn't tell me!?"
"No, dumbass, I have a plane."

Jorey found himself in West City, at the spot Dyve had told him about. It took some time to find it, and some asking around. Luckily, he didn't rouse any suspicion from locals with his black cloak. With that on and him asking them about "The Bizarre Blessings Boondog," they figured he was going there for a blessing, and thought that his getup was either a way for him to disguise himself from others who might know him walking there and trying to receive a sketchy blessing, or just someone really into it. He finally showed up to the place and saw a Namekian nearby a tent, wearing a turban and cape, asking people to come into his tent. It seemed like the Namekian was being pretty pushy about his business. It was more like he was encouraging them to come in, wanting them to come in, not letting them come in on their free will. Interesting. Jorey cared less about what would happen with his business, just that he would get paid. The Saiyan, concealing his tail and body still, approached the Namekian and took off his hood.
"Didgeridoo?"
He would stop pretty close to the Namekian, but nowhere close to be too awkwardly close to him. Jorey looked around just a little bit to see if anyone was close to him, and continued.
"Heard you needed a bodyguard. I'm here to fill that position."