[h2]Raditz - Space Bar[/h2]
"This portal! It looks like the one that allowed me to escape HFIL!" Raditz exclaimed in surprise. Nevermind that he had in fact stolen some weedy little ogre's method of escape. In hindsight that was probably the reason why he was dumped in a dining establishment in interstellar space. But now was not the time for argument. Lord Cooler had need of his services. Lord Frieza was cruel and capricious employer, but Lord Cooler was cruel, capricious and [i]clever[/i]. Denying his authority was a death sentence. Another one.

Still, this portal looked less... aggressive than the last one. Certainly less jagged edges. He assumed that meant it was stable. So, without trepidation, he stepped through...

[h2]Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria[/h2]
...and arrived in what appeared to be a bathroom stall. It was surprisingly large and well kept, nothing like those smelly cubicles on the space bar. He didn't even have to clutch his nose! Remarkable! Now, the other man had said something. Something about staying low and covering his face. Such thoughts were ridiculous. Raditz was an elite Saiyan warrior! He would walk proud and tall out the door to what the man had referred to as a 'parking lot'. He wondered if it was edible.

Then something else occurred to him. The level of power being thrown around during that fight. Raditz did not have his scouter, but he guessed that they were both terrifyingly powerful. Perhaps even more than the legendary Saibamen, mighty super soldiers who rivaled even himself! Truly fighting them would be a daunting task. And if there were things even the men feared in this strange place, then perhaps he should take their advice.

Of course, without a scouter he had absolutely no idea that he was somewhat more powerful than the pair of them, but was a problem for another time.

Perhaps hands would work. No. Not this time. But there was this roll of strange, thin paper that aught to do the trick. Raditz took many, many strips and fashioned a crude mask, by which I mean he just folded them up and held them over his face. There. Now, to hunch over. His voluminous, gigantic amount of hair made him look like a walking beast, which was just as appropriate. Many asked how Raditz had gotten such a gorgeous mane. Maybe he's born with it, they guessed. Well, they were right. But he digressed.

With trepidation, he emerged into a large room, with a stage and what appeared to be primitive machines hooked up to nothing. Tables and chairs were scattered around. Where was he? Parking lot. Parking lot. Was that outside? He could see light streaming in through the gaps in doors at the end of the room. It was worth a shot. Hunched and masked, Raditz creeped to the end of the room, ignoring the strange sounds reverberating ominously through this strange place. He opened the door, carefully, and covered his eyes as the light once more blinded him.  Quickly absconding from the building, he closed the door behind him.

He remained masked and hunched over. One could never be too safe. There were white lines, marked on dark tar in what appeared to be paint. An automotive vehicle was parked some distance away... parked. Parking. This must be the parking lot. Splendid!

He paused. Now what?