The Hero and The King (invite: Rex)

"Wait, you want me to go do it?" Pico asked, shocked at his mentor's instructions. The teen had just been ordered to visit the King of Vegeta, Reku, on Planet Vegeta to propose an idea for a treaty of sorts, "He's your friend!" The hero shouted at Shadic for suggesting such a plot. His mask was laying next to him on the concrete floor of the lookout as wind ruffled his hair.

"Touche, P, but I have this thing called responsibilities now. Even if I could somehow get there, I would be abandoning my post as Guardian of Earth, emphasis on the Earth part," The Kami responded, as he watched the sun start to sink below the horizon.

Pico, who had been sitting, got to his feet and walked closer to Shadic, "Well, I have responsibilities, too!"

Shadic chuckled at that response, "Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like, uh," The teen scratched his head, "I got this really big project coming up in my government class, my friend Ava has been trying to get me to ask Presta to hoco, and I told my mom I'd be home by 8:30 tonight, which is in," He checked his phone, "70ish minutes. Plus, and this is an important thing to think about, what if the Saiyans see me and say, 'Oh, look, a human. Remember how we're still technically at war with them(!)?' and then another one would be all like, 'You're right, vegetable named ally, we are still at war with them. Let's kill this one,' and I would go from Quantum to Quantgone."

The hybrid exhaled calmly, "You bring up some good points. So, how about this," He turned to face Pico, who was only a few inches shorter than him now, "You go suggest the idea to Reku and then hurry back home,"

Pico raised an eyebrow inquisitively, "What's different about that and what you said before,"

"I changed propose to suggest. You're wasting valuable time, you ought to go now Pico," Shadic smiled, turning back to the sunset. Pico groaned in defeat as he turned and marched over to his mask, not wanting to travel all that way for one message. Couldn't a literal GOD send a message to somebody telepathically or something. It didn't seem like Mr. Shadic had really gained anything from taking the position, which was totally lame.

The teen slid his mask onto his head and steeled his nerves, getting ready for his light speed jump. He hated jumping because it was so hard to control and the landing was almost always painful. Pico took a deep breath, exhaled and activated it. In an instant, the teenage hero was thousands, if not millions, of miiles away from his home. He had crashed through the ceiling of a Saiyan home and landed hard in the ground from the impact. Quantum wanted to get to his feet, but his body was ringing with pain and adrenaline. He needed a rest, but not too long of a rest.

Unless the Saiyans have devices that can detect things traveling at the speed of light, Pico's entrance to the atmosphere most likely went unnoticed.