Shopping spree

Kyle's smile faltered a bit at the sting of her words, but he kept his cool. "Look, I didn't mean any disrespect. I just want to get stronger, like everyone else here. Maybe we could help each other out, train together?"

Bra's eyes narrowed, and she took a step back, wiping a smear of dirt from her cheek. "Friends? With you?" she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't flatter yourself. You're nothing but a glorified grunt in a game that I was born to rule."

Kyle felt a jolt of anger at her words, his pride bruised. "I'm sorry if I didn't meet your expectations," he said coldly. "But I'll show you that I'm more than just a 'rookie'."

"You've got guts, I'll give you that," Bra said, her gaze appraising. "But you just made an enemy for life, Kyle. I am Bra Briefs, heiress of Capsule Corp and daughter of the mighty Prince Vegeta. I don't tolerate weaklings like you, and I'll make sure I'm always one step ahead of you."

The air grew thick with tension as the two stared each other down, the weight of their unspoken challenge hanging between them.

The crowd of spectators had gone from cheering to murmuring among themselves, the tension palpable. They had just witnessed a battle between a newcomer and the heiress of the most powerful company in the multiverse. The implications of their rivalry were not lost on anyone.

Kyle felt a mix of excitement and fear, but mostly determination. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "We'll be rivals then. But I won't back down. I'll train harder, fight harder, and I will surpass you, Bra Briefs."

Her eyes flashed with a hint of admiration before the arrogant smirk returned. "You're on," she said, dusting herself off. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Kyle nodded, his heart racing from the adrenaline. He checked his scouter, the device beeping with the good news. He had gained a few experience points, and his credit total now read 1,000. He couldn't wait to hit the stores and buy some much-needed upgrades. Maybe even a new technique or two to show Bra that he wasn't someone to be underestimated.

As the crowd dispersed, leaving the two rivals alone, Kyle's excitement grew. He had never felt so alive, so powerful. The thrill of victory was intoxicating, and he knew he had only just scratched the surface of what he could become. He made his way back to the city, his eyes scanning the bustling streets for the perfect place to spend his newfound wealth.

"Should I go spin the wheel or go find something less sketchy?" he murmured to himself, his thoughts racing. On one hand, the gambling wheel offered a chance for a significant power-up, but there was something about it that made him uneasy. The random nature of its rewards seemed too good to be true, and the empty spaces on the wheel were unsettling.

Kyle's gaze drifted over to the vendor android, who had been watching him with a slightly too eager expression. The robot looked as if it hadn't seen a customer willing to gamble in a while. The vendor's eyes lit up when Kyle approached, and it quickly held out its hand. "Just 100 credits for two spins, young warrior," it said in a chirpy tone.

Kyle hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the counter. The wheel had been calling his name since he first saw it, promising power-ups that could give him the edge he needed. With a deep breath, he slapped down the credits. "Alright, give me two spins," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

The vendor android's eyes sparkled with greed as it took the coins and spun the wheel with a flourish. The wheel whirred around, finally landing on two spaces that sent Kyle's heart racing—the Death Crasher and a bag of four Healing Pills. The latter were weaker than the legendary Senzu Beans, but still a valuable asset in battle.

"Looks like you're going to have to get your hands dirty, Kyle," Bra's voice echoed in his mind, her earlier words still stinging. He shrugged off the memory and pocketed the power-ups with a smug smile. "Maybe I'll find some bit titty Saiyan bitches to fuck and some strong ass people to fight," he murmured, his thoughts drifting to the potential rewards of his new life.