*Four Hours Later*
"Man, that was crazy! I mean what was that guy! He was giving you a run for your coin Crimson. I bet if I got a go at him, he'd been down within a minute." Matoto exclaimed as he rushed around the ground in excitement.
"There was something odd about him, his aura felt heavy the more he continued to fight, it was getting hard to breathe around him from the amount of malice in his air. It was intoxicating..." Crimson grimly said as they walked in a group. It got quiet and no one knew what to say. Except for one.
"Well still, I think he looked like a chump from where I was standing."
"Maybe next time some weird threat comes you can handle it Matoto. While we and Crimson stay back and watch." Pasley said with a smile on her face.
"Now, now, we all know Matoto can't think with his head so he'd need me to give him some fighting strategies before heading into battle."
Suddenly the group began thinking of a made up situation of Root coming up with a fighting plan for Matoto as he then rushes into battle and fails. The group then laughs out loud, even Matoto.
"Seriously though, I wonder what will happen to him." Crimson asked as he looked up into the dark orange sky.
The group looked at each other in silence as they glanced at him.
*The Kings Palace, two hours later*
"Sire, the one who caused the disruption in settlement K has been contained and sedated."
"Very good... To think such a monster existed on Escar. When he awakes bring him to me, we'll then decide his fate."
"Sire, If I may..."
"What is it."
"You see, it took quite a lot to sedate him, even after he was knocked unconsious he eventually awoke and tried to continue his rampage. It took several soldiers to drive him unconsious again, he even managed to injury one of us harshly."
"How many is several."
"...Eighteen, sire."
"What?! Eighteen royal guards? All whose ranks are the highest amongst the common elites! You're telling me this Saiyan! This..."
"Low-Class." The guard cut into the Kings sentence as he looked up at him.
"A-A Low-Class?! A low-class did this to my elite men and women?"
"Yes, sire."
"That's it... I've heard enough! I've decided, we're going to tame him and put him back into the hierarchy as he should be. If other Low-Classes heard of such a thing, we'd have an abundance of Low-Classes attempting to rebel against it..."
"What do you wish of me, your majesty?"
"Summon... The Cardinals, make sure Auburn is updated on the situation and have him and his team prepared to, treat this low class."
"Right away, your majesty!" The Royal Guard stood up and walked out ready to do his given tasks. Deep within the palace, descending below several layers of material we find ourselves inside a dark and lonely dungeon. With a sedated Okara shackled to several places along the walls and floor. The chains and cuffs were made of the hardest material found on Escar and would prevent him from attempting an escape.
*At the Amaranth Residence*
A burst of laughter fills the air as we see Auburn laughing it up over some drinks, as Amaranth and Crimson spar.
"Look at this kid he's gotten the upper hand on his pops easily! You've really gotten soft Amaranth!"
Crimson was weaving every attack thrown at him from his father, while he jabbed back in-between each movement.
"Keep going Crimson, you're doin good Kiddo!" Auburn shouted as he took another gulp of the liquor he had in his cup.
"If this is so entertaining for you, why don't you come over here and spar with him, Auburn!"
"Ha! you think it'd be a challenge for me? I'm a distinguished elite. What could-."
"I think that's a great idea why don't you come and fight my uncle Auburn!" Crimson said with excitement in his voice.
"Now, now! I've been drinking! I wouldn't be at one hundred percent if I did."
"Oh please, you're the heaviest drinker I know brother... Come on now, what's their to be afraid of?"
"Now, now I don't want to hurt him. I possibly couldn't."
Crimson started to look disappointed.
"You mean to say you're scared that Crimson will beat you?"
"You got me there, that kids got some real power to him."
Suddenly beating from a medallion attached to Auburns wrist started beeping.
"Well would you look at that..." He whispered to himself before setting his cup down and standing up.
"I'm being summoned by the King, it seems we'll have to spar another time Crimson. Sorry kiddo."
Crimson said nothing, instead he moped in disappointment. As he watched Uncle Auburn leave in a hurry.
It was quiet for a bit, before Carmine nudged Amaranth to speak.
"Don't take it to heart son, Uncle Auburn is a busy person. I'm sure he would've sparred you if he had finished his drink."
"Oh well..." Crimson moped off scratching his head as he walked outside.
Carmine stared at Amaranth.
"What, I did what I could. He's getting to that age."
"You're unbelievable."
"What did I do!"
Carmine walked off to finish up some chores. Leaving Amaranth to stand by himself in confusion.
"No, seriously... What did I do?"
*Back at the Palace*
A group of men, covered in several varieties of red Saiyan armor appeared before the king, Auburn standing in the front between them all.
"Cardinals, its good to see you!"
"What is your task for us today, sire."
"Down in the palace dungeon I have a very dangerous Low-Class. One that the world cannot see till he's truly in his place. Your task, is to correct him... Tame him, if you have to. This one can't be allowed to use his power or whatever disgusting birth blessing he has. He's suppose to be at the bottom. So he needs to act like it in both mind and power."
"Recorrection, I understand your majesty. Allow us The Cardinals to correct this fool and keep the hierarchy as it is."
"Good, I expect results..."
"Of course, sire."
The cardinals professionally and obediently rotated and exited as a unit.
"If anyone can fix those who disobey... Its you Auburn."
As the doors slowly close from the King's Throne room, Auburn's face begins lighting up with an evil grin as he makes his way to the palace dungeons.