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[b]Chomp Chew![/b]

At that very moment the owner of a small ramen shop was secretly cursing his own generosity. See some poor kid without money trying to buy ramen, and then tell him he can have as much as he wants for free. Being kind to kids is good publicity after all. WRONG! This kid right here was devouring bowl after bowl of Ramen, and he didn't even seem to hesitate to pile a bowl on top of the other. Was this even a kid, or had he been douped? 
"Hey, kiddo, how old did you say you were again?" He said, leaning over the counter as the young kid placed a tenth bowl into a pile. 
[color=bc8dbf]"Six, what's it matter?"[/color] Wain said, replying between gulps of noodles and broth. His big ears, way oversized for his head twitched back and forth. Clearly not a typical beastman from what the shop keeper could guess. Beastmen weren't purple twerps who eat too many noodles. 

"Right... You got parents?"
[color=bc8dbf]"Nah. I'm out here on this planet alone for now. Mom doesn't like it when I call her anyway, and my uncle is still taking his catnap."[/color] Wain said as he reached for his twelfth bowl, placing the eleventh to his side. 
"Right, I'm gonna have to cut you off. You're eating way too much. You're gonna get a tummy ache later if you keep gulping down egg noodles like this." The shopkeep said, pulling the bowl back. 
[color=bc8dbf]"Fine, but that last bowl is mine."[/color] Wain replied, gripping the bowl by the rim. Pulling it back, the shopkeeper fell forward, surprised by the incredible strength the kid possessed. Wain didn't need that twelfth bowl. He just wanted it. Since after all, he was still enjoying all the food this planet had to offer. And he was out of pocky.
"Right. Of course..." 

Gulping the last of the noodles down, Wain tossed the bowl right on top, and bounced from his seat. Walking away with a yawn, and wiping some sauce from his lips. He'd only been on this planet for a week, and he was bored of waiting. He'd shown up early, cursing his luck slightly the whole time. What was the point of hunting for a saiyan to train you when you arrive earlier than the saiyans you want to teach you all the cool moves? 
After all, waiting like five weeks, maybe a year for a teacher to show up was BO[sub]OOOOOO[/sub]RING! Reaching up and pulling on his ears, Wain let out a sigh, a groan, and then kicked a trashcan to ease his growing boredom. [color=bc8dbf]"Laaaaaaaame! Lame lame lame! Why do I get stuck waiting for lamers!? How am I gonna beat my uncle when I can't even get a teacher because they took the long way around!?"[/color] But before Wain could continue kicking the trashcan, he paused. Feeling a sudden rush, and he knew it was time. 

[color=bc8dbf]"My teachers have arrived!"[/color] He jumped into the air, shouting at the top of his lungs. [color=bc8dbf]"Oh yeah! Bring it on World! I'm gonna be blowing you up when my training is over!"[/color] With that, he was running full tilt down the streets. Jumping, knocking over the occasional bystander, and cackling like the mad feline he is. Making his way to find his soon to be teachers.