The sun was high in the air and the heat was unbearable.  Most denizens of planet Vegeta
remained underground or in shade until the air cooled, but a group of small insects were
determined.

They climbed all over the creature who had fallen prone in their domain late last night,
drawn to the moisture he sweated from his lean body. As well as the bottle of foul smelling
liquid clutched in his hand. Facedown and snoring loudly, he remained oblivious to his guests,
or the fact that his alcohol was spilling out into the desert, evaporating in the sun.

He grunted loudly and the insects skittered away to their lairs, some fleeing into the
overturned bottle.

With a loud yawn and a tired groan the man rolled onto his back and immediately let out cry of
pain and disappointment as he faced the noon sun.  He covered his face with one hand and hefted
the bottle to his mouth with his other. He let out a sigh as the liquid touched his lips, it
quickly turned to a sound of disgust as he felt something moving inside his mouth.  He leaped to
his feet and hunched over, spitting out several small insects, indigenous to the deserts of
Vegeta.

His brown, monkey-like tail twitched in agitation as he fixed his black eyes on the insects.  He
lifted a hand and a small ball of blue energy formed and was launched towards them.  On impact
the tiny creatures were vaporized with only a faint puff of smoke left behind.
The man ran a hand through his messy black hair, common with the Saiyan race.  The insects
dislodging from his hair completely escaping his notice as he muttered darkly to himself.  He
looked at the bottle of alcohol in his hand and felt a rumbling in his stomach, suggesting that
he should avoid consuming any more.

With a series of beeps, he activated his scouter and looked
at the time and the nauseous feeling in his stomach grew worse.  He was late.  He gripped the
the bottle tightly and threw it as far as he could off into the desert.  His blue aura erupted
around him as he leaped into the air, flying at high speed.
It took only a few minutes to arrive at his destination, a small stone building with a simple
metal door.  He didn't knock, he just pushed the door open and stepped through.

Within seconds a fist was lodged in his cheek and his head slammed backwards against the wall
with a loud BANG that shook the building. He winced and looked down at the small Saiyan woman in
front of him  "DAIKON! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" she demanded.  He looked around sheepishly,
noticing that his head had cracked the stone where she had punched him.  "Sorry Mizuna.  You
know I had a mission."

She snorted loudly, looking him up and down.  From the desert sand on his armour to the alcohol
on his breath to the sand and bugs in his hair, it was obvious that Daikon had finished his work
last night and gotten drunk again. "Liar."  She said simply.