Orion woke late with a big yawn. A familiar honking made his eyes widen; he looked at the time projected on the screen in his room. He had woken up fifteen minutes after his alarm started going off, which wasn't terrible, but he liked having a full hour to get ready before leaving for work. Grumbling to himself, Orion pushed himself at bed, still groggy from waking up. Maybe it wasn't a great decision to stay up playing Galactic Statecraft for the third night in a row, but Orion knew he'd find a way through the day on five hours of sleep.
The young Saiyan dragged himself through the shower, of which he spent a little too long in. When he got out, looking at the clock he realized he only had fifteen minutes to get dressed and eat. After putting his pants and boots on, he walked out of his bedroom and on to the kitchen, where his mother was watching the news in the adjacent living room.
"You just got down? I thought you might have left early again," Orion's mother, Negita, asked him.
"Yeah I didn't realize how long I spent in the shower this morning," Orion said, careful not to out himself. Negita got up from the couch she was sitting at, coming over to the island where Orion was making a sandwich, spreading a paste over some bread. The paste was red, and some might recognize it as a nutritional paste that helped ease the strong feelings of hunger typical of Saiyans while delivering concentrated amounts of essential nutrients.
"Your father wanted to talk to you this morning but he had to leave before you got up," Negita told her son.
"Great," Orion replied shortly, with mock enthusiasm.
"He insisted you take transit to work this morning, not fly," Orion's mother started. Orion sighed heavily, not liking the intrusion on his preference for flying.
"Why?"
"He wouldn't say. He just insisted that I make sure you did."
In true Saiyan fashion, Orion fit the whole sandwich in his mouth and looked at his mother for the five seconds it took for him to chew and swallow his food in silence.
"That sounds dumb," Orion conclusively states, turning to take a bag out of the fridge - his lunch he made the night before.
"I'm serious Orion; he doesn't ask you to do much anymore since you've been working at Saiya, it's probably important."
"He thinks everything he says and does is important to everyone all of the time. I don't care," Orion refuted indignantly. "I have to go now, as much as I'd like to stay and talk."
Negita just looked at her son defeated. "Fine, see you when you get home."
Orion exited the front door, looking down the steps to the garden of his home before the street of metallic panel. for a second, he reconsidered flying, but shrugged off his father's demands and powered up to take off. Darting into the sky with his lunchbox in hand, he was on his way to work.
While flying, the young Saiyan closed his eyes. A minute passed, and he could start to feel his flight path dip towards the ground on its own; he was nearly falling asleep.
"Geez, that's bad," Orion spoke to himself. Rubbing his eyes and opening them, he took in his surroundings. The river outside of the city would be a good place to stop for some refreshment. He lowered himself from the sky straight onto the riverbank, dropping to one knee and splashing his face with the cool water.