Arba 4-koma.

Unrelated, unabashed, unrealistic. Possibly canon at some point. Some liberties taken with other PC's.

Scene 1: Arba and the Choco-... Ostrich Chicken.

After some time of riding in the wilds, Arba and his trusty mount "Rascal" pull off by the river he'd visited long ago with the bird after he'd first enslaved it. Rascal, the Ostrich Chicken, had grown burly and strong from the long rides, his once narrow legs now meaty and heavily muscled from carrying the full-sized man on its back. In addition to the tough muscle he'd developed, the large pink bird had curiously developed a level of down from travelling through less hospitable climates, the hair-like feathers brushed neatly back from meticulous grooming by his alien master. Arba and Rascal had grown close, perhaps the truest friends that either of them would ever have... By his acceptance of Arba, Rascal had alienated himself from his clan, and by accepting life here on earth with the large bird, Arba had marked himself in Frieza's army for dead.

As Rascal sits down by the fire Arba had been building after drinking his fill, Arba plops himself down and skewers a fish he'd nabbed out of the lake on a stick, placing the stick in the ground to roast over the fire. Yes, this was the life, he and Rascal could get by comfortably out here like this. Simplicity was its own reward, Arba didn't have any masters and that was the way he liked it, he could barely remember what it is that he was initially trying to do in Frieza's army.... Something about his mother?

OH SHIT, HIS MOTHER?! Hopping up and frantically kicking out the fire, Arba glares back at Rascal, feeling betrayed as he'd been hoodwinked into such a simple life by the dopey sweet eyes of the bird he'd befriended. Vaporizing Rascal with his Hand Blaster for the bird's audacity, Arba quickly dashes off to find his Attack Ball. Shit, he had to get back before Frieza tracked him down or had his mother killed. Maybe he could kiss ass and get this all brushed under the table...

Scene 2: Mothers' Day.

Taking time out from their busy schedules, the warriors of the universe collectively remember and pay due diligence to the women who gave them life, celebrating Mothers' Day in various ways.

On earth, Rakutsu dutifully works to repair the roof of his mother's house that he'd broken days earlier when he'd accidently tripped over the clutter in his room and slammed his face into the table, launching a bowl of ramen through the ceiling via makeshift catapult... His mother didn't have much in the way of money, so he gave back what he could by helping out around the house.

In the asteroid field that once was his home planet, Sanson stands outside his ship in a Free Galactic Federation issued spacesuit, paying his respects to his fallen family. Whispering a prayer to his mother in the otherworld, the lone terran extends an arm to the wreckage of his planet, releasing a single flower to the vacuum of space.

On a desert planet that was once quite beautiful, Arba visits his mother in her present owner's domicile, helping her with the chores. Her master was an obese violet-skinned male covered in conical pyramids over the majority of his body, wearing little more than a sheet as a toga. Perhaps Arba couldn't yet afford to buy his mother's freedom, but he could always spend the day with her so long as her master didn't care... And he really didn't, afterall, it was free labor.

In a bazaar somewhere on the edges of reality, Jojo attempts to build a mother from the stolen bodyparts of many strange alien races... Once he had a mother, he would then sell her for the first five Zeni he could get. Fuck a mother, Jojo wants money.

Scene 3: Arba discovers the internet.

Huddled around Rakutsu's laptop, Arba and Rakutsu stare at the screen intently, the two of them clearly up to no good as they both wear mischievous grins. "So, this little thing here contains all the information in the world," Arba questions Rakutsu earnestly, looking surprised at the revalation. "Well, not quite," the Saiyan corrected, "It's more like it connects to a giant database of all the information in the world, and from there I can find what I want." Pondering over the subject, Arba nods sagaciously, "Interesting... But what was so important besides all that knowledge? Knowledge is power you know." Rakutsu grins and clicks on a bookmarked link, "But boobies are better."

Staring at the screen with awe and admiration, Arba nods in approval, "Boobies ARE better."

Scene 4: Arba and Alcohol.

The things that occur here are too violent, sexual and outlandish to describe and thus must be censored. Instead, have some kittens.