"...Are you sure that you're not accident-prone?" Kakarot teased from a branch, high-up in the tree that Bulma was leaning against, annoyed.
"I wasn't until recently, at least!" She replied.
It'd all started when Bulma had suddenly realized that she'd left her two Dragon Balls inside her now-useless car.
Racing back, the duo had found the car… but no Dragon Balls.
So they'd tracked them with the Dragon Radar. Apparently, two monkeys had simply climbed into the wreckage and stolen the Dragon Balls right out of it. Kakarot gave chase, but the monkeys knew the terrain better.
Three exploded trees later, and the monkeys had successfully slipped away from the young Saiyan and his partner, vanishing into a warehouse window.
The window of a warehouse situated alone, deep in the woods.
Protected by dozens of armed guards.
"I'll be right back, Bulma." Kakarot said casually, preparing to jump down and deal with all of the guards face-to-face, head-on. "I'll need to borrow this, though." He waved the Dragon Radar, before pocketing it.
"Kakarot, wait!" Bulma cried out, but it was already too late.
The child jumped right into the little clearing in front of the warehouse. Almost instantly, a dozen guns were pointed at him.
"Hi, I'm looking for some monkeys. They took something that belongs to my friend, and we kinda really need it back." The boy waved, completely ignoring the guns pointed at his face as he tried diplomacy first.
"Go home to yer mommy, kid!" One of the guards called out, "Go right now, and we won't put a hole in ya!"
"I don't really remember my mommy, but my grandpa taught me that it's rude to point guns at people. I just need my friend's stuff and I'll go." Kakarot replied.
"Fine, if you won't go, then we'll just hafta dust ya! Guys!" Safeties clicked off. Kakarot's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Kakarot warned, "You can still put the guns down and go away, you know."
"You ain't the first person we've dusted for wanderin' too close, kid. Take 'im out, guys!" Muzzles flashed in unison.
Kakarot wasn't the smartest person on the planet, but he wasn't anywhere near as oblivious as his original counterpart had been. He knew basic math, literature, history, and even some of the local laws. He had friends apart from his close family, and he was even fairly knowledgeable about women.
So, when these people opened fire on him, a boy who at least looked like a young child, Kakarot's brain immediately realized exactly what was going on. These people were thieves, criminals, and this was their hideout. Those monkeys, even, had probably been trained specifically to steal from unsuspecting passerbys.
Catching most of the bullets headed his way, Kakarot's eyes flashed with the raw focus of a Saiyan in combat.
When the gunfire stopped, the bullets in Kakarot's hands fell to the ground through his little fingers, clinking against the pile that'd already appeared there while they'd been firing at him.
"What?!"
"MONSTER!"
Kakarot suppressed his energy as he charged forward, trying to get some sort of experience out of the ensuing battle.
It didn't work. His casual jog over to the criminals' line seemed, to them, like it happened between two blinks of an eye.
His casual gut punch against the closest criminal seemed to slice through the air, instantly incapacitating the guy. If Kakarot hadn't held himself back massively at the last moment, his fist would've pierced right through the man's body like paper.
Realizing that they were even weaker than he thought, Kakarot didn't hesitate to swing his tail, which he'd been working on trying to take Roshi's advice and keep tucked around his waist during 'real' fights, right into the next man.
Before the first unconscious body hit the ground, every single criminal had been knocked out with a single attack each.
Leaving them where they'd fallen, Kakarot tried the door to the warehouse. Finding it locked, he knocked 'politely'.
The door immediately flew inward, right off of its hinges, imbedding itself into the cement wall on the other side of the warehouse.
"Ook?" The boy was greeted by a dozen very confused monkeys crowded around one human-monkey beastman. The monkey-man was sitting in the middle of the warehouse floor in a purple silk robe, looking just as confused as the monkeys around him.
Clearly, this was the one commanding the monkeys to steal stuff. Just as clearly, he'd been pretty successful. The walls of the warehouse were lined with errant purses, jewelry, and other little knick-knacks that the monkeys must've stolen over time. It was a pretty big nest-egg.
But all Kakarot wanted were the two orange marbles still in the grips of the monkeys who'd stolen them.
"Hey! You give that stuff back, mean monkey!"
"You're a monkey too, you know!"
"You give monkeys a bad name, monkey man! Give back all of the stuff you stole, or I'll have to make you!" Kakarot warned.
There was a beat of silence as the two human-monkey hybrids stood off against each other in a strange face-off of tailed people. One with brown fur covering his entire body, one without.
Then, the bigger monkey-man blinked. "ATTACK, MY BROTHERS!" He screeched, pointing at Kakarot.
Twelve screaming monkeys pounced on Kakarot at once, while the monkey man gathered up a few nearby purses and made his way out of the warehouse via the back window.
Leaving Kakarot alone in the warehouse, being attacked by a dozen tiny but furious savages.
Pulling a monkey off of his face, the boy yelled out "I don't like monkeys anymore!"
"EEK, EEK, EEK!"