Chapter 10: battle time -08
Before entering the cabin, Peter assumed Robin was still asleep.
But as he tiptoed around the bed, he discovered that Robin was already awake, lying under the covers and reading a book.
"What? You're awake already? Why are you still in bed? Come on, get up—we're almost there."
Peter smoothly sat down at the edge of the bed and gently slid under the blanket until he was next to Robin.
Robin closed her book with a sigh, then slowly stretched out her only uncovered foot from under the blanket and replied in a tired, languid voice:
"Who do you think is responsible for my current state? Let them handle the docking themselves. I just want to rest a bit longer."
Seeing her curled up with something in her hands reminded Peter of himself back on Earth, lying in bed scrolling through his phone.
Of course, unlike his lazy self, Robin was genuinely exhausted.
After all, Saiyan physiology was nothing short of overwhelming—and Peter had been, let's say, quite enthusiastic during their private moments, He even used his tail to increase the pleasure. Despite Robin's pleas, her anus did not survive him..
Because of that, Robin felt completely drained. Getting out of bed, or even speaking, took significant effort.
Peter shook his head with a chuckle. "Well, can't say I blame you. But if you keep this up, you'll miss my epic showdown."
Robin's eyes widened slightly. "A fight? Who are you fighting?"
Peter gave her a half-smile and said in a teasing tone, "Don't know yet. Depends on whether your boss shows up in person."
Robin bit her lip and sighed.
"So… you've known all along? Then why did you come here? To be honest with you, my boss is Crocodile—one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. If you don't want to die, you should leave before the ship reaches the shore."
Peter feigned surprise and grinned. "Aww, are you worried about me?"
Robin remained silent, clearly unconvinced by his teasing tone.
"Alright then, just lie back and relax while I deal with that lizard. After that, you'll help me raise our Saiyan cubs."
Seeing that Robin had stopped responding altogether, Peter didn't push further. He got up and left after delivering his cheeky line.
Only after hearing his footsteps fade did Robin close the book and stare at the door.
"He's way too confident… but can he really defeat Crocodile?"
She mumbled to herself, lost in thought.
If Crocodile truly lost, what would she do then? Would she really stay and raise this man's child?
"Forget it. I'll wait and see how the fight goes. If things don't work out, I'll find a chance to escape."
With that, she shook off her worries and returned to reading her history book, leaving thoughts of the future to fate.
After leaving the room, Peter relayed Robin's instructions to the crew.
Though they didn't like him, the crew obeyed because of his strength and presence.
Meanwhile, Peter began his own preparations—because his next opponent would likely be the infamous Crocodile.
Facing a Logia user, he wasn't sure if his energy attacks would be effective.
So as a backup plan, Peter prepared seawater in advance.
If all else failed, he planned to douse his fists and beat the sandman into submission the old-fashioned way.
The very thought of a good fight sent a surge of heat through his body, adrenaline rushing.
"Is this… the Saiyan battle instinct?" Peter muttered. "No wonder they're called the warrior race."
Suppressing the excitement in his chest, he reminded himself, "Enjoy the fight, but don't waste time."
Saiyans had a bad habit of playing around after gaining the upper hand. He couldn't afford to do the same.
"This will be refreshing—I'm sick of blasting sea creatures for target practice!"
As Peter eagerly anticipated the battle ahead, two figures—a man and a woman—stood waiting at the Baylangua Port dock.
Baylangua wasn't a major port, nor was it part of a big city. Just a small, obscure town—perfect for a discreet operation.
Since the area was under Baroque Works' control, fewer witnesses meant fewer problems if things went south.
Confident in their abilities, Mr. 1 and Miss Doublefinger had already evacuated the town earlier that day.
Staring out at the sea, Mr. 1 was the first to spot a black speck in the distance.
"They're here."
After alerting his partner, he stood from the rock he'd been sitting on, preparing for battle.
Miss Doublefinger stood as well, watching the incoming sailboat.
"Took them long enough. Three hours late… and now my skin's sunburnt," she muttered, touching her dry cheek. Just another reason to dislike the target.
Both stared toward the horizon, silently sizing up the approaching ship.
They hoped this unknown opponent would at least bring some excitement into their otherwise dull routine.
Meanwhile, Peter had already sensed their energy signatures from afar.
"Huh? Two presences? So if one of them is Crocodile, he's even weaker than I thought…"
The Saiyan blood in Peter made him frown at the lack of challenge. Though his fighting spirit hadn't disappeared, it was a bit harder to stay motivated.
"Forget it. Let's treat this as a warm-up. Talent alone doesn't win fights—this world's filled with people who've seen dozens of battles."
Clenching his fists, Peter reignited his fighting resolve.
Without saying a word, he shot into the sky, flying directly toward the two figures on the dock.
"What the… where did he go?!"
One of the crew members looked around in confusion, not realizing their least favorite guest had vanished.
With a sudden gust, Peter appeared above Mr. 1 and Miss Doublefinger, as if he had teleported.
The two looked up, startled to see Peter floating above with his arms crossed and a calm but focused gaze.
Mr. 1: "When did he get here? I didn't even notice…"
Miss Doublefinger: "He's flying. So he's a Devil Fruit user too?"
They were surprised, but far from afraid. Confident in their abilities, they assumed he was simply another Paramecia user—nothing they hadn't dealt with before.