"Why am I even here?"
The blue reptilian only had one jump-spot in which to teleport to his native planet, Reptilia, and it was probably the last place he wanted to be. But, even still, he found himself teleporting right into the center of the playground, right near the broken swing set.
The last time he had been here was a in fierce battle with the long-maned saiyan. But now, he was done trying to save the planet and win a murderous competition. Now he had the time to explore his past...not that he wanted to. He hated the idea of falling deeper into depression, knowing his entire race was annihilated in a single night. As far as he knew, the planet was destroyed to ensure their destruction.
He recalled that night, about thirty years prior, when the saiyan armada had deemed Reptilians obsolete when they stopped providing resources to Vegeta-Sei. With one order from the King, Reptilia was savagely attacked, not just on the main continent, but the entire planet. Burter could remember being smuggled into a cargo ship by the adults nearest him, and then hearing the loud explosion of the planet a few hours after departing.
Back then, Burter hadn't thought much of it. He understood the situation and was of course upset, like any child would be, but he didn't quite grasp that idea that every single person like him was dead. When he landed on Namek-Sei and was taken in by the village chief, he had heard the news that saiyans were hunting down all surviving Reptilians.
He had escaped the massacre. Years passed and people forgot about it. Now, thirty years later, he had a son of his own who was out there braving the world on his own. He had two saiyan best friends, along with a cyborg who probably took a fair share of discrimination as well. It was as if nothing happened.
But it had. He was here, on the planet he had his childhood on. In the playground he had his first fight. By the swing he had broken with a boy's face. In the same town that smuggled him out on the night of the battle.
He put his hand on the chain of the broken swing. He felt so old as he towered over the child's toy. "Well," he said aloud, "I'm here now. May as well go all the way."
The man began to walk past the swings and out of the playground. Despite having only been there for a year so long ago, Burter knew right where he would start looking. He knew immediately right where to go.
The orphanage.