Super Monkey Ball. (Arba and Rakutsu)

Crossing from the open plains into the bamboo forest close to the northwest, Arba continues to ride his subjugated Ostrich-Chicken, employing its spindly legs to full effect. "That's right you bastard bird! Run, run until your legs fall off and then run some more! That'll teach you to void your bowels at me! Impudent flightless morsel, you're lucky I didn't decide to make a meal of you!" Honestly the bird was slow, Arba probably could have run much faster than this and not grown tired any time soon, but perhaps the large bird was unaccustomed to having a 200 pound man seated atop it, much less a 200 pound alien who was bellowing orders left and right in a confusing fashion. The bird was terrified into submission though, so that was useful.

Judging by his scouter, wherever Arba was bound for was quite some distance away, perhaps a half a day's worth of travel at this pace? By the Kai, this was inefficient! At least his captured bird was free and could be food if he needed it to be, and it was less conspicuous than trying to fish up his attack ball and fly it into town... Well, he presumed it to be. Judging by how undeveloped everything had been so far, the Hybrid expected the people on this planet to be fairly primitive.

Elsewhere in the world the afternoon was progressing quite more uncomfortably in comparison to the leisurely stroll through the mall that Rakutsu enjoyed. Still perched upon his lathered and nearly lamed Ostrich-Chicken, Arba was beginning to feel a little empathy for the bird as he peered down towards the creature he'd enslaved for riding purposes. Perhaps for a moment the alien even identified with the strange chicken, he too had been taken from his home and placed into indentured servitude. Nearing a stream that ran through the bamboo forest, Arba guided the large bird to the body of water and then dropped down from the creature's back, allowing the exhausted creature to rest and replenish while he considered his own plans. He could let the creature go and count on its ability to get back home, but given just how far and how long they'd been travelling, it wasn't very likely that it would make it back alone, especially now that he'd all but broken the creature.

Peering back over his shoulder towards the bird as it lowered itself to the ground, Arba sighed heavily and shook his head, he couldn't afford to start having emotions in the middle of his mission. Pushing the vestiges of his humanity back down where they belonged, the blue-skinned hybrid then turned away from his Ostrich, resolving to make the rest of the trip on his own... It'd be faster this way, and besides, he really couldn't afford to worry over whether or not the bird made its way back to its own kind. Arba was never going to see his family again probably, why should he help that bird do so?

Dashing for the northwest again, Arba tracked the powerlevel as it moved about slightly on his scouter, following each new update on its position... At this speed he'd be upon them by nightfall, and that was only a couple more hours.

As Arba approached civilization at a dead sprint, the alien slowly began recalculating the tech level involved in the structures and adjusting his assumptions of their primitiveness as a whole. The people who built these homes must have at least rivaled the Saiyans in their general technology level, but their power levels still seemed hopelessly locked between 3 and 10... The average Saiyan infant outclassed the above-average Earthling adult, leaving the Hera-Hybrid to wonder just how Rakutsu had failed in his mission. Drawing near to a modest looking home where the power-level he was tracking was now inside, the scout found himself feeling quite glad that it was so late by the time he arrived... No fanfare preceded him, and his quarry was unaware that it was being hunted.

Nearing the window looking into the livingroom where the blinds were broken in some places from the intrusive squashed snout of a pug, Arba peered inside and scanned the room visually for inhabitants. Switching on his long-range communicator once more, the Hera Hybrid spoke softly to the headpiece, "This is Grunt Third Class Arba, reporting in. I have found what appears to be an Earthling domestic residence where the target may be residing. His motions have slowed to a stall, but I have yet to make visual of him. I see what appears to be a female asleep on a tacky piece of furniture, and a squat and ugly looking creature that I can only assume is some sort of domesticized pet, perhaps a sentry? It's power level is three, and the slumbering woman's is four, I doubt they'll be of any issue." Paying no more mind to the dog and woman, Arba continues to survey the apartment before moving to the door, testing the lock... Unfortunately it was securely latched, so he would have to find another way in.

Stepping back from the front of the home, the hybrid glances up to the second floor, dark eyes narrowing as he spots a window with lights on... That was probably where his quarry was, it coincided with his scouter's readings. Taking a few more steps back, the alien decided on his next action, pooling all of his strength into his legs and taking a deep breath... He damn sure couldn't fly, Arba could certainly jump. Bending down to load his strength, the blue-skinned alien leaped upwards and outwards towards the window, bounding to the glass and covering his face with his arms as he smashed through, showering shards of crystalline painful pane everywhere. Landing in a crouch, Arba shook once like a dog trying to shake water from its fur, scattering the rest of the glass that barely clung to him before rising ominously. "Infiltration successful."

"Note: Structural integrity of civilian domiciles on this planet is easily compromised by even the least physically challenging warrior," Arba spoke calmly to nobody in particular as his head panned right to left, glancing over the inhabitants of the room. One teenage boy and the adult female from earlier, the power level he was tracking belonging to that of the teenager sitting behind what might have been a computer of some sort. Compact, admirable technology compared to the rest of their otherwise primitive repertoire.

Turning his gaze back towards the female, Arba slowly raised an arm, pointing a white-gloved finger at her indicatively: "Turn around and go back downstairs, you are a risk to yourself here." Ignoring Rakutsu's mother's existence at that point, the alien slowly pans his gaze back towards the tan-skinned Saiyan still holding his cup of noodles, quite possibly bearing that same stupefied look of perplexion that occupied his face when Arba broke through his wall. Examining him closely, the blue-skinned male found him to be fitting the bill of the standard Saiyan: Unruly black hair, athletic build, stock "low class" face, the only thing that was missing was his tail. "You there," the intruder commanded, "Rise. You will be coming with me, you must return to your homeworld and meet with your king. I don't know what you're doing here playing house with the citizens of this planet, but my orders are to bring you in."