For now, Majin Ala was content simply to wander the fairgrounds sniffing at the air, seeing the sights and sounds. The music, the food, the laughter in the air. It all sang out to her. Majins were... peculiar beings, ones that seemed to thrive on emotion. Just as Majin Buu had been made evil by the evil elements of mankind, he had been made good by the kindness of others. In much the same way, a large crowd of happy people put Ala in an especially good mood simply by proximity. Their happiness was her happiness, in a way. And the crowds are the fairgrounds were especially vibrant and full of mirth. The entire city was in celebration of 525th Anniversary of the esteemed Capsule Corporation. The company itself financed the festivities, sparring no expense on entertainment or performers. All were welcome, free of charge no less, to attend the spectacle.

That is to say, attendance was free. The rest, sadly, was not. Capitalism marched on in West City, and much to Majin Ala's chagrin, food was hardly free. Her hunger was sated... for now, though she'd have to think of something if she wanted to actually buy any food. The concept of 'money' had eluded her, even in her days as a ruthless space pirate long ago. She'd never quite understood how paper could hold such value, and the concept of electronic currency flew right over her head. It was why she preferred more, traditional forms of wealth like gold and gemstones. None of which sad, she had on her personage. And the energy it'd take to materialize some out of thin air wouldn't make up for energy she'd gain buying tasty snacks. Which was a real shame, but that was the nature of magic. It was bound by few rules, so it only made sense it was more taxing than ki.

Ala was lost in thought, watching a ferris wheel go round and round when she heard someone speak to her. "Huh?" She asked simply, turning on her heels to face the stranger. The curvaceous Majin smiled and gave a short nod, before tossing back her hair. "Thank you." Ala replied simply, inspecting the black sleeves that covered her lower arms. "I like my clothes too, that's why I made them." She paused, thinking to herself for a moment. "Buuuuttt... I don't know why I'd wear an outfit I didn't like. Especially when it's a part of me." Though she didn't outfit state it, every aspect of her attire, from her black heeled boots to her puffy white pants to her thick golden bracelets was indeed as much a part of her as her arms and legs. Majins' elastic bodies could change color, shape, density, even texture seemingly at will. Most preferred wearing genie like outfits, and all had the Majin Demon Mark emblazoned on their attire somewhere. Ala's happened to be located on her golden belt buckle.

As she talked Majin Ala studied her acquaintance curiously, sensing at his power. His power level was much higher than an average Earthling's, but at a glance minuscule compared to her own. This was disheartening, but expected. Ala had long since come to the conclusion few beings in the universe could match her. It was why she took great joy in battling those that could. It was fun, and as a whole the Majin race loved the spectacle of battle. Their intense magical regeneration and extreme durability made life threatening situations for other beings little more than games to them. Her own unknown, unfathomable power was impossible for anyone but another Majin to accurately sense. With little reason to exert herself it made Ala's full might a secret hiding in plain sight.

The voluptuous Majin shook her head no at the second question. "Nope, haven't been here in a while. A long while." How long had it been since she'd step foot in West City? Decades at least, most of which was spent sealed away on Konats. As she spoke Ala let out a short sigh and placed her hands behind her head. "But... it's storming at home, and I needed something fun to do. So I flew here. It's nice to meet you, what's your name anyways?" As Ala replied she studied her new acquaintance more closely. He was dark skinned, not that she really saw race. Ala saw species clearly, Earthling and Saiyans' felt nothing alike to her, even though they visibly looked similar. Her own race varied in color as well, with pinks and grays being the most common. Though blue, purple, and violet Majins weren't unheard of. She was several inches taller than her friend, even if you excluded her hair. Still, there was a certain energy about him that stood out from the rest of the crowd. It was called confidence, as the stranger had been the first to actually engage the Majin in direct conversation.

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"Hi Beat, it's nice to meet you." Majin Ala replied, a warm smile spread across her face. "I'd love to have someone to show me around. You had me at amazing food." She pink skinned woman whispered sensuously, long blue tongue licking its way over plush lips as she salivated at the thought. "My name? How did I forget. I am the Mighty Majin Ala, but most people just call me Ala." Just as she finished her introduction, Beat pointed out the airship in the skies overhead. "You don't?" Ala asked questioningly, unsure if this was part of the festivities or not. No one seemed particularly distressed, yet.

This quickly changed when the enigmatic group's leader hacked the local television broadcasts, announcing his plans for domination. Ala remained silent, watching events unfold. These men were like space pirates, except... not in space. Her gaze turned back to the crowds, now panic stricken and fleeing for their lives. The Majin did not appreciate it. All these happy people just trying to enjoy the fun. Now their day was filled with only fear and terror, all because of a fat little man and his not-in-space pirates. Angered brewed within Ala, though she did her best not to let it show. Despite this, her long tail swished back and forth with obvious irritation.

When Beat retrieved his weapons, Ala seemed surprised. She didn't take him for the hero type, and the last thing she expected was a pair of swords. She just nodded along with his words, humoring his heroic boasts. "Yeah, we'll meet again. I'm not going anywhere." As her new friend sped off into the sky, Ala was busy deciding how much effort she needed to put into things. She watched as he battled his foes in the skies, knocking them to the ground with his fiery blades. When he did, Ala was quick to act, her instincts getting the best of her.

The Majin moved to loom over one of the injured soldiers, the man struggling on the end of consciousness. He looked up to meet a pair of black and red eyes gazing down at him with malicious intent. Ala bared the man a fanged smile, and her tail shot out quick as lightning to coil around his mouth so he couldn't scream. The hapless soldiers fired his weapon at the Majin several time, holes lazily appeared along her torso to let the searing plasma phase through without touching her. They resealed immediately afterwards, as she lifted her prey to eye level. "Kind hearted people taste better than evil ones, nut you'll do." She informed the man as her tongue licked across her lips. In one swift movement Majin Ala flung the soldiers into the air, raising a ki charged finger to her mouth before firing a chaotic beam of pink ki at her target.


The poor fool was blasted by Majin Ala's Transfiguration Beam, turned into a donut before falling back harmlessly towards the ground. Ala spiked the tip of her tail through the center of a pastry, then lazily tossed it into her waiting mouth. "Mmm... Yummy." Were her last thoughts on the man's demise. Without wasting a moment Ala began darting across the fairgrounds, finding the incapacitated soldiers knocked from the skies by her new friend... and giving each of them a similarly grizzly fate. It was perfect, she got to have her meal and no one would care before a bunch of evil soldiers died. As least that was how Ala rationalized it to herself. Even better, Kho and Tora weren't around to scold her for devouring people.

Once Ala had run out of unwitting victims, her attention turned to the skies above. She furrowed her brow, watching as her friend battled with the rest of the sky pirate's army. Without saying a word, Majin Ala took off to the skies, arriving at her new friend's mere moments later. "Hi Beat." She said cheerfully, holding out her hand and summoning a protective bubble around the two. Lasers and plasma harmlessly glanced off the magic barrier, as Ala smiled warmly at her friend. "Did you need help? Because I got kinda bored down there." She turned back to face the soldiers, as pink ki illuminated her palm. The Majin's eyes glowed bright an in one swift motion she telekinetically grabbed the weapons from their hands, yanking them into the air with her psychic powers. "Stop it you're being annoying." She informed the soldiers, lowering her barrier before smashing their guns into a dense ball of now scrap metal and plastic. With the flick of a wrist she telekinetically hurled the boulder of junked weaponry at their airship, piercing a large hole in the side of its cabin. Ala giggled to herself at the impact, before turning her attention back to her friend.

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Ala turned to her new friend and gave him a teasing wink. "Of course I can silly. Why wouldn't I? Also I'm a Majin, not a fighter." To her there was a difference, strictly speaking Majin Ala did not have any martial arts training, not from anyone in this world or any Kai in Otherworld for that matter. All her moves were self taught, or stolen through her numerous absorptions. Her 'style', as it were, revolved around her body's unprecedented elasticity and flexibility, in addition to her union of both magic and ki into one fluid style. It was a peculiar fighting style adopted by almost every Majin, as their penchant for the chaotic and unpredictable was without peer. Ala placed a finger to her chin and thought on Beat's question for a moment, before giving him her answer. "That's probably because Earth isn't under the protection of the Imperial Patrol." This was true, as the Kingdom of Earth was a neutral entity in universal politics. As it was outside the Empire's dominion, it did not afford the protection of Galactic Patrollers or other imperial law enforcement. This left Earth and her colonies prone to... less savory sorts.

The curvaceous Majin giggled at Beat's retort, tossing back her hair. "Maybe. It's always fun to get out and about. That's what I'm doing today! Adventure is super fun, I used to wander the stars... buutt I got tired of that." She was rather carefree about things, what might be threatening to Beat barely concerned her. Even as they spoke she was more preoccupied by thoughts of what tasty pastries she'd turn the defeated soldiers into. Ala watched with glee as the airship crashed into the fairgrounds below. She hadn't thought she'd hit it that hard, she didn't even use an energy wave after all. Maybe it was just really flimsy, after all the non-space pirates weren't particularly scary adversaries. "Ooo... More fire." Ala peeped in surprise as her friend surrounded the fleeing grunts in a wall of flame. It was a handy trick, though she was less enthused with what followed. "Police? Awww... no fun..." The Majin pouted, crossing him arms and turning away from the imprisoned soldiers. "I was gonna eat them. Serves them right for messing up my day."

Ala paused, a surprised look in her eyes. "A date?" Usually people were not this forward with her. Well, they were, but they weren't this bold. "With me? Hmm... Ok. But you get to buy me dinner. Deal?" No sooner had she finished speaking than the General's dragonic mech erupted from the wreckage of his ship. Ala spun around to face it, tilting her head slightly to the side. "Oh... you're alive. I kinda hoped you'd be dead. Nice robot, it looks a bit like Shenron." This dragon acted nothing like the Eternal one though, the only wishes it granted were death and destruction. Ala just looked at it and scoffed. "Pfft. Ultimate human? I dunno. I fought Tora before, he was a lot stronger than you. And he didn't need a robot to fight me either." Despite her nonchalance at the new threat, her friend Beat seemed rather worried. Ala watched him frantically striking down missiles with his flames as he begged for her help. She just nodded, before letting out a yawn. "I can. But only if you buy me dinner and dessert."

Majin Ala then turned back to face the murderous mechanical monster. She furrowed her brow, flying down to the ground and planting her feet. The earth beneath her cracked and splintered underfoot, her mental restraint giving way. Ala always held back. She was used to it, the universe was made of cardboard, its people small and weak. She was not. Majin Ala was the biggest and strongest of her kind that she knew. The only one that exceeded her strength had vanished eons ago, and she dearly missed her father all the same. With a furious roar Ala's pink aura flared, sending out a wave of pressure that knocked bystanders off their feet. Without saying so much as a word the mighty Majin began to grow. Her body visibly expanding, inflating as she billowed up to her towering true size. Once finished, Majin Ala stood an imposing fifty feet in height. She dwarfed even the General's dragon mech, which barely came up to her hips.

Her long tail thrashed against the ground, leaving a deep gash in the earth behind her and shaking the city like a small earthquake. Ala looked at the incoming swarm of missiles, a fearsome gaze in her eyes. She inhaled deeply, before exhaling a deadly Flame Shower Breath upon the incoming swarm of missiles. The hurricane gust of wind detonated the remaining missiles in midair, causing them to explode harmlessly upon colliding with her attack. With the immediate threat to her friend defused, Ala dashed forward, landing squarely in front of the mech and glaring down at it over the slope of her bust. "Your name is too long." She informed this Tony Montana coldly, long names were one of her greatest pet peeves. "And you tried to kill my friend." Her tail surged out, constricting around the neck of the dragon and crushing its mechanical windpipe. Majin Ala just folded her arms, continuing to glower at the machine as she slowly constricted the life out of it. Metal crunched and splintered, but her vice grip only tightened as her tail added more coils. "I should crush you into dust. You're not even worth eating." She stated coldly, each word punctuated by another squeeze of her tail muscles.

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Majin Ala glared at the mech as she strangled it with her tail, then back to her new friend. Her crimson gaze shifted from Beat, to the mech, to the police, then back. "Why should I?" She questioned him, throttling the robot in her clutches as she spoke, rattling it with her tail's grip. "I'm bigger and stronger than them anyways." To her, it was clear cut how power defined the situation. Ala had difficulty respecting authority, especially when it was backed only with names and titles, not raw strength. She much preferred when leaders earned their place with strength, like how the Saiyans had chosen their old Queen. "Hmm?" Her attention shifted back to the now groveling man in the cockpit, who promptly made her decision for her. As Tony ejected Ala let out a sign, electing not to just kill him in front of so many people. Especially when he wasn't even fighting back. A man that evil would taste pretty sour anyways she reckoned, before letting go of his mech and letting the metal dragon fall to the side with a loud crunch.

"That thing would make a cool statue..." Ala mumbled to herself, only half listening to her friend as he scolded the criminal. She largely ignored his scathing remarks, her attention more focused on the growing crowd of reporters. Oddly, they seemed more interested with local police than they did with a three story tall Majin. That was just fine by Ala, she disliked being the center of attention usually. She bent down with her hands on her knees, looking at Beat with a puzzled expression. "Getting famous for being a hero?" It was something the Majin had never put much thought into. She was really good at being infamous, but not so much the opposite. Very few of her deeds could be considered selfless, and Ala was chiefly motivated by her desire for fun and food. Her mood grew further sullen when Beat informed her that the restaurants he'd boasted about when they met were now likely closed. This led to another irritated slam of her thick tail against the ground.

Majin Ala then stood back upright, folding her arms in a huff as she listened to the police talk to the reporters. "I did most of the work." She said with a scoff, before taking to the air alongside her new friend. Despite her towering size, the giant Majin showed little loss of dexterity or agility in her true form. She drifted to meet Beat at eye level, a grin returning to her face. "Come back to your place and get something to eat? I like that idea. I just hope you really are an amazing cook." With that said and done Ala took off alongside her friend like a meteor of pink ki. When she flew, the skies cracked like thunder and clouds parted against the force of the winds she kicked out. That was however, when she was moving at her own pace. Beat was a good deal slower than Ala, so trailing along after him took a more leisurely pace. She rolled over onto her back, reclining as if in an invisible seat and crossing her arms behind her head. Her flight path was directly underneath him, so Ala could gaze upward and meet him eye to eye as they flew. "Normally people are more afraid of me, why aren't you? Is there another giant Majin you know somewhere?" Though it sounded like a playful joke, Ala was completely serious and dearly hoping Beat would say yes. There were so few of her kind and she was always eager to meet more of them.

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