[center][h3]Mugen[/h3][/center]

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It was such a nice day. Not too feisty. Mugen had plans. Well, that mostly involved cajoling Miss North City and Miss East City into a game of twister with old man Koji. Mugen put the ladies, Kojiro put the booze. It was that simple. But the day had started kind of weird, and was turning up worse. First there was that ungodly monstrous ki on the skies. And it didn't look he was alone, either. Although Beefcake Sam, that apprentice of Kojiro looked strong enough to deal with at least one of them.

Things had gotten really weird from that point on, they thought as they licked the remains of icecream, after seeing the massive dust explosion from the blast. No matter how much effort they had put to be a tall, blonde man full of muscles with a smile that could melt iron with its radiance. The ladies were normal people, and thus were visiblely shaken. Presumably given how the freaky alien was bent in using Kojiro's dojo to create the finest hourglass sand and stress reliever, that meant that Mugen would not get to get completely smashed.

That was an inconvenience. They narrowed their eyes, as they tossed the ice-cream into a bin. Hey, even if the square looked a post-apocalyptic wreck there was no reason to not be polite. The other ki signatures were on the ground. There was at least an unknown among them. They weren't fighting yet when the explosion occurred. They really needed some good planning to take the beast down, wouldn't they. But at this rate, they'd be lucky if they weren't blasted to bits before.

They needed a breather. Mugen could provide one.

And well, Mugen did like to get under the skin of people, so why no? A bandit till the end. They just wished that they had gotten to eat a steak and a fine wine rather than just soppy ice-cream as last meal. But that was the price of trying to be awesome.

Since nobody was looking, their shape was gone in a puff of smoke, and come forth a small hawk came from it, beating its wings furiously. He was beneath notice, as they ascended to enough altitude, only to drop the shapeshift and beginning in freefall. This was the critical step. They needed to time their attack to catch their opponent off guard. They were the mist. Hiding everything from sight until the last moment. As the alien's bad mockery of a long hairstyle came into view, Mugen concentrated his ki as possible, finally breaking out of their concealment. They weren't using a disguise this time. They were serious. So the redhead woman in robes was cupping her hands, an insane amount of energy in them.

"KAMEHAME-HI!" She said, releasing the attack on Raditz's back while making a lame pun at the same time. 

[i]Now, Kojiro, do you thing and get them to formulate a plan and attack. I will stake my life by aggravating this fucker in the meantime.[/i] She thought to herself, while she readied herself for which was probably the worst beating of her entire life...