“Shots fired, shots fired!”

A fellow officer yells, ducking behind a car. A group of burglars shoot at them, mercilessly. Krillin ducks behind the car. Despite having charged on enemies 1000x more powerful, he knew he couldn’t use that kind of force on some regular smucks. A bullet rips through the side of his arm, a flesh wound. He slips through cars, and apprehends them.

“Aha!” He grins, cuffing them. The burglars squirm. “Hey, get off me, short stuff!” One yells, to which he doesn’t play into. He has a beautiful wife and daughter, who cares what some common criminals think? He can’t wait to get home.