North City was looking relatively...docile. There wasn't big of a commotion going on, nothing strange going on. Everything seemed really calm. Days like these, Kosho had to appreciate. Yes, he does love fighting. Yes, he does have a job to keep watch for the Earth King. However, he couldn't be fighting every single day. Days like these are to be appreciated. Walking on the streets of North City, Kosho wore his traditional Saiyan armor. The people who walked by him would either try not to make eye contact, or just avoid him entirely. With his tail, his black and yellow armor, and his well defined, muscular body, he stood out like a sore thumb, a sore thumb that is colored black, yellow, and purple for some reason. If you or a loved one has a thumb like this, please go to the hospital immediately, because I have no idea what that could mean. Kosho needs to survive, and in order to survive he needs to eat. However, eating out can only do so much for him. Plus, he wanted to try and learn how to cook. Hence, the Saiyan decided to go to a grocery store to get food. Prior to entering, he lowered his power level to be just the same as the other Earthlings around him. It'd be somewhat troublesome to have someone pick a fight with the Saiyan and notice his power level while he was simply just getting groceries. Otherwise, he wouldn't care and wouldn't put restrictions on himself.

"So, this is what a grocery store is like on this planet." Walking through the automatic doors, Kosho looked around and observed everything the store had to offer. He paced around the aisles, picking up certain things, putting them back down. It was interesting, to say the least. There were a lot of things the Saiyan wanted and needed to buy, but he knew he couldn't just hold them all on his own. Looking around, he found some shopping carts, walked up to them, and cautiously put a hand on the bar.
"Cool. This basket has wheels." Pushing the cart around, Kosho grabbed some stuff he figured he needed for cooking. Some fish, snacks, a few bags of carrots, other vegetables and fruits, a lot of meat. Eventually, Kosho ended up coming across some instant ramen. I had regular ramen before, the Saiyan thought to himself. How different could this ramen be? Stacking up the boxes of instant ramen, he put it all in the cart. He also ended up getting some milk, eggs, and other essentials he figured he needed. After he paid for his groceries, he put them all into bags and tried to leave with the shopping cart. Unfortunately for the confused Saiyan, it ended up getting him into an altercation with a worker. In the end, it was clear that Kosho couldn't leave with the shopping cart, and he apologized for it, taking his bags with him by hand.

"Well, that was kinda embarrassing. Why'd I have to get so much stuff, anyway? How many bags do I even have here?"
One thing was for sure, he didn't have to go buy groceries again for a while. With the budget he had from his job here serving the Earth King, this was, thankfully, within the lines. Walking with his many bags, Kosho looked up and saw a muscular woman in front of him. Muscles? Muscles! Who is this person!? Kosho tried to sense for her power level and realized that it was much higher than his own. Immediately, excitement kicked in. Before he knew it, he was walking right towards the woman holding a million bags with ease. Once he got to her, he called out to her, his own bags still in his hands.
"Hey! This might sound really weird, but do you wanna spar?" Kosho's face had a slight smile on it, but with the amount of bags he was holding, he probably looked really, really dumb to her. This was something he was completely oblivious to, as he only cared about asking that question.