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As the massive beast of a ship tore through vacuum of space with bright shining thrusters urging it forth. Signs of the hustle and bustle beneath the exterior showed very little from a distance. A few odd flickering lights was all that could be seen from afar, however there really was a lot of work going on behind the massive metal walls. Saiyans with jobs in every sector went about the ship, being sure that all was working order, just as it should on the "Cathedral of Arrogance" Others men and woman trained vigorously for the upcoming battles in the future, filling the training area as clusters. A few brawling rings implemented by those that did what saiyans did best, showing to much pride and to much arrogance.
While it could be considered training, a certain saiyan was hard at work to prove his word and that he was worthy to stay with the saiyan alliance. After all his goal of helping his brother in the alliance would be shattered had he chosen to be terminated from the army. Not only that but a certain captain, while being the one delivering the punishment, actually had a certain encouraging way about her. Sure they where more likely aimed at being snarky comments but Bora saw them as cause to push through everything she said, if only just to prove a point.
The sweat droplets which ran down the side of his face and dripped off the tip of his nose glistened in the lights of the massive command deck. The sound of Bora's heavy breathing echoed through the room along with the sounds of keyboards clicking. So far he had shown no signs of stopping even after the 48 hour mark. He only took breaks as per Mel's command before getting back to his task with not so much as a peep of wanting his breaks to be longer. His broad shoulders tensed up and rounded into tight spheres. His biceps bulged with each compression and extension, his lower back shone with a tanned red tint from the amount of work it was enduring but even with the tough odds stacked against him and on him, the muscles worked on as if they where programmed to move like a machine in a routine.
"You know, in sight of this being a punishment, I gotta say I might just be enjoying this..." He tried to pretend as though it didn't bother him but there was a small hint of doubt hiding in the very far, far reaches of his mind, something he would never admit. "Perhaps in order to make the time go faster. You could tell me a bit about yourself Captain Mel?" He shortened her name without so much as a second thought. If they where gonna be in the same place for the majority of the trip the least they could do was talk. "I'm sure it sounds like a better idea than having to listen to me grunt through these sets..." A smirked formed on his lips as he tried to look up at her. "Unless you enjoy the sound?..." He toyed with the idea to both get a reaction out of the dark red headed saiyan and as a joke.
"Come on, it's something to pass the time. Besides, I can tell by you tapping your finger that you're either bored or filled with rage, whats it gonna be?" He pushed off the ground from his palms and set his index fingers down to be the base of his press. Without so much as letting her give an answer, his voice pipped up over her. "Tell me about your background. How'd did you earn your place at the front of the helm of the Cathedral of Arrogance? A perfect name I might add, the amount of butting heads that must go on within this ships walls must be sky high. Someone so much as assumes someone else was looking at them funny and the knuckles bust out." He snickered softly to himself because he knew it was exactly how saiyans where, heck, even he had started a fight over something so minuscule before. Then again he hadn't had a proper fight for sometime leading up to that day so it was all fair... in his mind. As if he really cared what the other guy thought, the memory of the fight was probably wiped by the beating he received anyways.
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Melonia lay reclined comfortably on the back of her charge, wearing her heaviest weighted clothing just to prove a point. Ten tons and one hundred and fifteen pounds resting on top of Bora's backside as he pressed his body through every push up. It had been two days and he'd barely slowed his pace. If nothing else the stamina was to be admired, it reminded Melonia of the back breaking amount of exercise she'd suffered through the academy. That was the thing with Saiyans, the harder you knocked them down the better they endured such punishment. Their very being refusing to quit, even when faced with death. Too stupid too die, or too bold to quit, it all depended on whether it was friend or foe you asked.
Sweat was beading from the broad Saiyan beneath her's face as he continued his ceaseless exercise. Bora had done innumerable push ups since their departure, pausing only to eat, shit, and sleep. He was particularly good at the first one, which somewhat terrified Melonia of the second one. But, the sanitation system could handle thousands of Saiyan crew members, so that fear was at least somewhat diminished. A long slender tail reached out, clutching a handkerchief, coming to dab the cloth across Bora's face, wiping away the sweat from his brow. "You're doing quite admirably Bora, I have to say even I wouldn't look much better in your position. Keep up the good work, it's actually impressive." The cloth moved down from his face, dabbing up the small puddle of sweat pulling beneath Bora's head where his sweat dripped down to the floor.
Once the mess was soaked up Melonia's tail flicked the cloth into the air, she lazily raised a hand and fired a Ki blast up at the target. A gold hued ball of energy quickly formed in her hand, no larger than a baseball before being fired up at her mark. It collided with the handkerchief and exploded in a small blinding flash of light. Melonia grinned, slipping her tail to wrap as best it could slowly around Bora's thick muscled waist. "That is because while it is a punishment, it is exemplar training Bora." Melonia stated calmly, sliding off her gloves to inspect her well manicured nails. "I wouldn't punish you with something meaningless like sitting in a corner all day. Everything I do serves a purpose." She stopped suddenly as he addressed her by an old nickname.
"Melonia. Only my father calls me Mel. You will address me as Captain, Ma'am, or Melonia, but not Mel. Violate that again and I will take to sparring with you myself, and that is a punishment far worse than this. As for the sound of that grunting, there are far worse sounds. It could be screams of agony, or worse, please for mercy coming from that cocky mouth of yours." Melonia resisted the urge to slam the man with the vicious jab of her elbow to his back. Instead she merely coiled her tail uncomfortably tight while she spoke. "You're extremely bold, almost blissfully so. I find it endearing Bora, but don't overdo it." Melonia was clearly agitated, squeezing her tail crushingly tight until the appendage screamed out in agony from the pressure against it. It withdrew immediately, and Melonia cursed her tail's sensitivity under her breath.
"I'll indulge you with stories, but only if there's no more smart remarks out of your mouth." Melonia made herself more comfortable laying on Bora's back. Her tail reached out to wrap around a glass of cold ice water resting at her side. It lifted the container up, tilting it to pour some of it into Bora's course black hair. Wetting his face as the chilled liquid dripped down the sides of his face and across his reddened skin. Melonia then nonchalantly lifted the glass to her lips to take a long cold drink. "Aahhh, refreshing. Now, since you are so determined to learn more about me, I suppose I could oblige you. Travel through free space is tedious, and it would pass the time." Melonia set down the drink and rolled over to rest on her stomach.
Using her massive bust as a pillow, squished between her lithe form and Bora's backside, Melonia rested her delicate chin in the cleavage of her compressed bust. "Anyways, where to begin? Well, my birth was rather uneventful, a proper little Saiyan baby kicking and screaming her way into this life. Just like any proud warrior should. Go in and out the same way, fighting tooth and nail. That's what father always says. Speaking of father, his name is Coli, and my mother was Leeta. Both joined the military at a young age, just like I. Father was in the Saiyan Elite Forces, Mother was in the Recon Corp, they met on a joint training assignment and a few beers and a few punches later I suppose you could call them an item." Melonia paused to shake her head, hand reaching for her immense ponytail to play with length of spiky hair. "I here most military couples start out on similar terms. Fighting and fucking, they say that's all Saiyans are good at. Few years later when Mom's tour was up they decided to go forth and have me. I'm not sure how they did things on Vegeta back in the day, but I was dunked in a nutrient tank shortly after being born. Tube fed, oxygen pumped into my lunges through a hose, and wiring in my synapses feeding me everything an infant Saiyan ought to know. Not many memories of that, not that there's much to remember."
Melonia shuffled slightly, feeling Bora's muscles begin to tense, her hands moved to slowly begin massaging the knots at his shoulders. "So they pulled me out once I was old enough to walk. Gave me back to Mother and Father, we made quite the happy family. Service guarantees citizenship on Natto, the military get special rights the normal civilian populace can't be afforded, ensures recruitment remains high. We have very respectable housing and I wouldn't trade my childhood for the world." Melonia looked at the back of the head of the Saiyan whom she was now very much using as a couch, still massaging his shoulders from her comfortable position. "What about yourself Bora? Tell me a bit about your past, since you're so kind as to beg me for my life stories." Word Count: 1,095
Each press he had to perform put more and more strain on his muscles but with each passing moment he could feel his body growing in strength. His constant will power to never waver, slow down or stop unless otherwise given permission proved just how seriously he took his place in the Saiyan alliance. If he where to lose his position in the army, other goals would crumble or become nothing more than massive obstacle to scale. It did not matter what he had to put himself though physically in order to meet his goal, for he would not back down. Still some things helped him fight through the hours and one such thing was the encouraging words Mel said. She was impressed at the endurance he had, but even so, he felt it was unacceptable. "My thanks for the compliment but I feel I do not deserve them until I properly complete my punishment." He replied softly, taking note of how merciful she had been towards him from the start and even now she continued.
The fact that she did these things made it feel as though they where getting closer, aside from the fact that they where already as close as physically possible with her using him as a throne/ couch for the majority of the trip. There where, however, points where he stepped over boundaries. One such a thing would be the nickname Mel. It seemed the only person who had the right to call her by that name was her father. He didn't want to go against her wishes, if it's something that bothered her, he would not go out his way to agitate her even though he had to hold back his snarky comment. Her tail tightly coiled around his waist and tightly squeezed making it rather uncomfortable. It was a clear sign that she wasn't messing around. "Understood, Captain" He said softly and took a proper breath when she released her tail with a curse under her breath. {Has she not managed to train the weakness from her tail?} The question rolled around in his mind but was silenced when she agreed to tell him of her past but only if he swore to stop being a smart mouth. He tried to stop himself from making a snarky comment but it slipped from his tongue anyways "Tone it down a lil, got it. Can't make any promises though..." he said with a smirk.
His silence was bought once more when he felt her slowly turn over and press her soft, marshmallow like breasts into his back, using them as pillows for her head. A faint pink blush would have been visible on his cheeks had he not been excising so long. Thankfully it was hidden beneath the red in his cheeks due to the stress he was under. This did however show how comfortable she seemed to be, using him as a literal couch rather than a throne and even agreeing to give him insight to her past life.
He listened intently as she spoke and found that there where one or two correlations to their backgrounds. Mainly how her parents met and hows his own had. Apart from that she seemed to have a rather good life. It was an indication of how well she was brought up. She must have inherited her strong authoritative presence from her mother and father. As well as her high sense of confidence. In contrast to his own story it was quite the opposite in terms of good and bad. "They sound like quite the pair. They must be proud that their princess has gotten so far" He snickered softy and let out a satisfied hum as he felt her hands massage at his shoulder blades. "You've got some magic hands I'll tell you that.." He said in a dream like tone as a shiver ran down his spin to the very tip of his tail.
When she asked of his own story he came to stop mid push, showing slight hesitation on revealing his past. "It's not exactly a nice story but..." He rolled his shoulders and continued. "I was born into a middle class family a year after my brother was born. Unlike other saiyan families our mother and father decided to bring us up in a proper family. As soon as we could walk we where tossed into training and during our youngest years we even did missions. Every time it seemed like me or Tarnov would be holding on to life by a string, they'd be there to save as and pick us up again. We grew strong knowing that we could give our all and have one another s backs." He paused for a few seconds and closed his eyes as he felt her hands massage over another tense muscle. "The good times didn't last very long though. At round the age of 10, during a mission to one of the planets, we didn't expect to run into a ambush. Heran pirates killed my mother on the spot and gathered the rest of us up to be thrown into a underground arena type thing." He paused again as flashbacks of the scenes rolled through his mind. "Our father tried to revolt the moment he had a chance but he was killed too. Thereafter my brother and I spent years fighting as a team to stay alive. Eventually Tarnov managed to rally a large some of the prisoners and caused a revolt, allowing many to escape, but not all." He went silent as he rolled his shoulders and put on a smirk as he looked up at Mel, almost as if trying to suppress emotions be hind his face.
"And that's my story. We traveled to Natto, trained up a bit more and enlisted to the saiyan alliance. The whole Ceasars rule thing is like poison. Hate the blue haired idiot probably as much as those Heran's. The rest..well It's how I became your personal couch." He chuckled softly as he looked back up at her. "Anyways, crappy past stuff aside. Why don't you tell me what it's like on earth. I heard you where arriving from there before you got this massive ship. Whats the customs like? Are humans also fighters?" He seemed to change the subject in such away to stop thoughts of his past.
"Perhaps you're correct dear Dora." Melonia mused as the Saiyan praised for her earlier statements. "I may have judged you too earlier, which should be all the more reason to prove yourself before me. Or should I say... beneath me." He was tenacious alright, perhaps too much so for his own good. But, no one could fault Bora for trying, and that was the first step towards any success. He had brute strength in spades, that much was certain, with impressive stamina to boot. Given some serious training and rigorous discipline Bora might actually make something comparable to a hardened warrior. If only Melonia could find a way to make him shut his mouth. His cockiness would be his undoing, she may have to eventually beat the sense into him by hand if need be.
Boras refusal to openly admit that he'd be sharpening up his tone was expected, if not unwanted. Melonia demanded discipline of her subordinates, Saiyans were unruly enough by nature. But, all the same something was keeping her from truly bringing the hammer down upon Bora. Were he anyone else she would likely have tossed them out an airlock before departing Natto, stripped of rank and with numerous broken ribs. Instead she was physically reclining on the warrior as he went about grueling albeit manageable exercises. Had such a prestigious position made her go soft? Melonia didn't bother to put more effort into it, she caught a glimpse of Jagai's teasing glance, returning it with a scowl before averting her gaze. "Yes...tone it down as best you can, I realize how hard that seems to be for you." Her words laced with sarcasm as Melonia ceased her massage in response.
"They were quite the pair. Still are too, if not an older pair. I surpassed their combined power levels a few years back. Father is still sore about that fact. He still sees me as his baby girl barely able to fly." Melonia's hair stood on the back of her neck at the second part of his statement. "I am not a princess! Just because father and mother were calling me that from the day I learned to speak doesn't mean that I'm anything close." Melonia's tone was haughty and self assured, she placed a hand at her chest as if to scoff at the point. "The closest drop of royal blood in my family line was hundreds of years ago. I'm about as much a princess as you are a prince. So I suggest you stow your mouth Bora." His words had struck a nerve, the Saiyaness preferring to see herself as a deadly and capable warrior than a flowery damsel to be shielded from the world. Melonia let out a short sigh, a jet of air escaping her nostrils quickly at the magic hands comment. She closed her eyes and thought very hard about saying something more damning in retaliation, instead resuming the massage and stating a simple "Thank you Bora." In the sweetest tone she could muster.
Melonia was taken aback by the private's story. Deaths in combat were not uncommon, but all the same she had not expected to hear that come from Bora's mouth. "I... I don't know what to say." Melonia responded in a motherly tone. "I'm sorry to hear that, truly I am. It's always hard to lose family, especially in such a way." The Saiyaness grew silent as she reflected on how fortunate her own upbringing had been. Sure, she'd spent the first few years of it gestating in a vat of nutrient rich fluid being pumped full of artificial memories, but at least she still had her parents. Silence hung thick in the air like a fog for a few moments as Melonia struggled with her own emotions. "Haren are scum, they're entire race lives only to plunder and conquer. They should have been eradicated eons ago."
"It was quite the story though, I will admit that much. And I am thankful you signed up with the Alliance, there are too many Saiyan refugees displaced by the Cerulean Empire." Melonia leaned in closer to whisper into Bora's left ear. "And for the record, you're not my personal couch. Yet." Melonia slid back into place, her pillowy breasts sliding along Bora's broad back until once more she rested her head against them. "Earth... Well, there is a lot to cover on that topic, I hardly know where to begin. What you heard was true, I traveled to earth with a number of other Saiyans under the jurisdiction of Counselor Jie Shan Lian Dan. He is a good man, albeit not exactly your style. Or mine, for that matter. Kinoko though... I can't wait to hold her in my arms again." Melonia sighed into her bust, closing her eyes slowly as she cherished the memory of holding the curvy Saiyaness close in her arms. "Anyways! I was recalled by High Command to take command of the Cathedral as her captain, so I raced home on my own space pod."
The Saiyan beauty made herself more comfortable, once more unfurling her tail to dab a cloth at Bora's sweating forehead. "As for earthling customs, I don't know, it's an odd place. They like courtesies and cleanliness more than we do, and they certainly obsess more about arts and literature. The few earthlings I've spoken with at length on the top seemed shocked at a lot of our ways, from our war like nature to our political climate. Humans and other earthlings alike both have some fighters among their ranks. But, they seem to be an extremely weak group at best, most I've faced had no practical understanding of Ki, despite large amounts of martial arts training. I think their planet is very vulnerable to attack, it seems they wouldn't be able to defend themselves from a full onslaught by a serious military."
Melonia moved her tail to wrap around Bora's muscled waist again, though this time much more tenderly. "Tell me Bora, what do you hope to do once we arrive back on earth? Have you an deep seated goals you wish to accomplish or activities you wish to do? Also, you absolutely need to try earthling cuisine. It is infinitely better than anything we have on Natto. They have these small birds called chickens, they can't even fly or defend themselves. The earthlings put chicken meat in all of their dishes I swear. But it tastes amazing all the same." Word Count: 1,091 Total Word Count: 2,186
Bora felt glad that Mel's parents where still together and alive. In truth he believed that saiyans families which stuck together and raised their children where a lot stronger than the ones who just shipped their children off. Everyone else usually wavers form the prospect of raising a family but from what he learned as a child up to the point where his mother and father where taken from him was that, Sticking together and knowing someone has your back with full trust, will always allow you to work that much harder in order to pull out a win. You not only lose yourself but the life of the other person you care for too. It urges you to fight harder and if necessary choose self sacrifice over selfish gain.
Something which seemed to strike a nerve with the captain was referencing a nickname she was called when she was younger. She was adamant not to be labelled as a princess even going so far as to speak of the minuscule possibility of royal blood being in her family generations . Thankfully she seemed to calm down when he referred to how she managed to sooth the tension in his muscles. Hearing the way in which she said thanks caused his heart to skip a beat quite literally. It was a voice he had never heard from her before, and it was sweet.
As he went on to speak of his past, he knew that there was no way to change it. Seeing that Mel actually cared for his background meant quite a bit to him. Usually he would never speak of it. Heck not a single person in his squad knew about his past, they simply saw him as the giant who had nothing but brawn and a bad attitude. The fact that he had been so open with the Captain in such a short amount of time proved how comfortable he felt with her around. Even when others where right there to hear. "Something Saiyan's fail to see is that family and true friends are not just another Oozaruu added to the lines of troops. If they actually took time to form a connection or bond with family, it could push them to be stronger than just holding the goal over their heads of who can beat their chest the loudest." His words showed a different side to his thinking and that he was more than just a smart mouthed ,walking wall. The bond he had with those that where deceased where strong and when they where severed, it put a whole new light on the ideal.
He nodded at her statement of the Heran's "One day we will get our revenge... Just need to pin-point where those bastards are." He chimed in after her. Thankfully the subject moved on to where he was now. A mobile couch for the Captain of the Cathedral of arrogance. In all honesty he could be doing much worse. When she leaned down to whisper in his ear a shiver ran through his body, causing his tail to playfully dance about at mention of the word "yet". Seemed she already had plans for him. His brow rose and the corner of his lips along with it in a smirk. He was intrigued by the word. Whatever he was doing, had to be right. At least it seemed that way when he felt her sliding along his muscular back.
He bowed his head forward in attempts to hide the blush which had burned on to his cheeks, this time slightly more noticeable than before. He hoped Jagai would not have something to say considering the assistant was right there with eyes set on the two of them. To try and hide his embarrassment he flicked up from his palms and on to the points of his index fingers. Perhaps the sight of his blush would be overlooked as nothing more than pushing himself harder while listening to Mel's elaboration on Earth and it's strange customs.
Upon hearing of this Kinoko girl, Bora stopped for a second almost unsure what Mel meant by wanting to hold her in her arms. The statement caused Bora to let out a "Hmph...". Perhaps it was a hint of jealousy, or longing for the same but his face expressed deep thought as he tried to look at Mel from the corner of his eyes. {Am I....jealous?... No that can't be it.} he thought as he increased the speed of his rhythm. Not so much as to be uncomfortable but enough to get a little more bounce from Mel on his back. He slowed again as the she dabbed his forehead and continued on to give more background of the planet they where en-route to.
"Hmm, so more thinkers than actual fighters. That's a tad bit disappointing... Although I'm sure they could have some sort of knowledge or specializations that could contribute to the Alliance cause. Perhaps they find strength through knowledge instead of physical or spiritual gain. A strange idea but it could be possible... Maybe." he paused for a second and added on to her statement of the planet's weakness "As you say, they might vulnerable to attack but there's always a possibility of a spare few champions. I've yet to see a planet's champions stop the power of an Oozaru but there's always a slim chance."
The conversation migrated to what his ideas where when they set down on earth. He tilted his head as if rolling ideas around. "You know. I hadn't really thought about. For one I need to get stronger and try to find a lead to the whereabouts of those Heran's but there is a few things I would like to experience on the blue planet." He hummed in thought, once again oblivious to the fact that his tail had gently coiled around the captains waist."I want to see what their cities are like and perhaps get a chance to encounter a fighter from earth. As for cuisine, if you say it's worth it, I'm sure it is. Perhaps you and I can get together for some?" He questioned, oblivious that he was asking her on a date in terms of Earthing customs.
"Captain, I realize this might be a rather tall favor to ask seeing as you're busy and all but, you seem to know more about the planet than anyone else does. Perhaps you could show me around? Work is important but everyone has to take a break at sometime, right?" He turned to Jagai with a smirk almost as if he was asking to get some help from the assistant, if Mel protested against it. "She has a few open windows in her scheduled, right, Jagai?"
"A surprisingly wise statement Bora." Melonia said simply, listening intently to the broad Saiyan warrior's words. "But one that needs to be heard a lot more than it currently is. Saiyans are stronger together and they always have been, and we always will be. So much more can be accomplished as a team working towards a common goal, rather than an individual trying to push his way past their peers." The Saiyeness spoke in a somber tone, thinking of her own self centered hunger for new feats of strength. She was a hypocrite, for the longest time she'd not even thought to consider practicing what she had just preached. A soft sigh escaped full rosy lips as Melonia vented a small bit of frustration at this realization. It hurt to accept it, she would need change her ways if she truly wished to improve as a warrior. Melonia needed a more immediate goal than the pursuit of power for power's sake.
"Revenge is a good motivator." Melonia stated in reply to Bora's comment on the Heran piracy, and their continued nuisance to the Saiyan Alliance. "It means there is pain and hurt and rage and suffering in your heart. That can be used, shaped and molded into a tool. It gives you a drive that few others can match, and few things are as motivated as a soul driven by pain and grief, righteous anger or blind fury. Both have their place." Melonia paused after her brief speech, she wandered how much grief Bora masked with his humor. How much did the Saiyan hurt inside? He hid it well if he did, Melonia did not know how she'd handle the deaths of her parents, only that she would swear vengeance against their killers. That goal would be paid in blood, or she'd die trying in a heartbeat. "If you ever manage to locate the Heran scum that did that to your family, feel free to contact me. No matter where I am, I will offer you assistance in that goal is I am able. No Saiyan should walk the path of vengeance alone."
Jagai grinned slightly as he saw Bora's blushing intensify, he gave a short chuckle and returned to his work. Melonia looked up in mild curiosity, feeling Bora's body move in a way counter to what he'd been doing for a while now. "Changing things up I see? Don't push yourself too hard too soon, I don't want you burning yourself out in a vain attempt to impress me." Even as the words left her mouth Melonia could feel Bora going about his new index finger push ups with renewed zeal and gusto. She shrugged internally in response, going about making herself comfortable again. "Your funeral Bora." The Saiyaness whispered playfully, nuzzling her chin into the comfortable mounds of her bust.
Bora's reaction upon hearing about Kinoko was unexpected, the Saiyan audibly paused for an all too long moment. Melonia was taken aback, craning her head to the side to look down at Bora, doubly so as he let out a short grunt of exasperation. "Is something wrong on that front, Private Bora?" The Saiyan asked sternly. "Do you have a problem with my tastes in companions? And here I thought we were a tolerant people, more concerned with who we're fighting than who our kinsmen are fucking?" The Saiyaness raised a hand, closing it into a balled fist and bringing it down hard on Bora's right shoulder. The sound of the impact echoed throughout the command deck, causing some of the officers to turn their heads and question just what happened. Melonia spoke no more on the matter, snorting sharply from her nose, the Saiyan captain quickly worked to change the subject.
"The earthings... seem to just be an inferior lot." Melonia said, trying to think of the proper wording as she returned the conversation to earth. "I guess some of them could be thinkers, though as a whole their technology is very much all over the board compared to ours. They have amazing capsule technology that can turn whole buildings into small capsules, nanotechnology that can rebuild significant destruction in mere minutes, but they also seem to have a very poor grasp of space travel and lack a lot of our advanced technologies like our medical machines." She stopped to reflect on the latter half of Bora's words, what could the earthlings contribute to their cause? And why did the Overseer take such an interest in the planet anyways? She'd need figure out eventually, earth seemed rather critical to Nasu's current plans.
"They are a diverse lot, the planet isn't ruled cleanly by one species like Natto is. Humans are majority, and a clear one at that. But there also seems to be innumerable other lesser species coexisting among them. Anthropomorphic beasts of every shape and sort, from canines to ursines to avian and reptilian sentients too. I'm not sure if they are races to emigrated to earth after some catastrophe befell their own planets, or if they simply all coexist on the planet and didn't annihilate their competition like our ancestors chose to. I'd wager their ideologies are as diverse as their peoples, fighters, thinkers, warriors, scholars, schemers. I bet there is little end to the drives and motivations of the earthlings." Melonia chuckled at Bora's last remark. "Well said Bora, there is indeed precious little that can stop the unbridled primal rage and sheer might of an Oozaru in full rampage. Truly we are blessed with such a great gift available to all our species, even the youngest of infants can become an unstoppable killing machine under correct conditions."
Melonia rolled her eyes when Bora openly admitted he didn't actually have any clear goals in mind beyond his drive to grow stronger and finish his unsettled score with the Heran pirates. She was more amazed he had any sort of goal at all locked away in that thick skull of his. "Every Saiyan wants to get stronger Bora. We take to strength like a bird takes to flight. If you truly wish to grow in power, this warship is equipped with the strongest class of gravity training facilities currently available to the Saiyan Alliance. You are free to use said facilities, so long as you ask my express permission first." A strange sensation poured through Melonia as she felt Bora's thick furry tail coil tenderly around her slender waist. Much like hers had done earlier, though he spoke not a word on the matter. She decided against making a fuzz either, her tail remaining coiled around Bora as his now lie coiled around her.
"You will have no shortage of opportunities to visit human cities..." Melonia stated plainly, pretending to ignore what had just transpired. "Though I will expect all of my soldiers to be under their best possible behavior. We are as much emissaries of Natto as we are her soldiers, the bad decisions of one of will reflect poorly on the whole of us." The Saiyan beauty shook her head slightly at Bora's declaration of wishing to face off against one of earth's warriors. That seemed sorely fitting for him, if nothing less. "Should you find such a warrior willing to battle you, just make sure not to cause too much destruction in the melee. And yes, the food is very much worth it. You'll have to taste it to see for yourself. I have only partaken of a fraction of what earth has to offer. As for that last bit, smooth Bora, very smooth." Melonia delivered another swift punch to the back of the man's back, before continuing their conversation. "You're not the first to ask me out to dinner, but you're the first to ask me out to dinner on another planet. I suppose I'll give you credit for that one."
Melonia rolled her eyes so hard they nearly popped out of their sockets at Bora's next statement, she contemplated hitting him again, but did nothing of the sort. With a long sigh Melonia caved in. "Yes Bora... I'll show you around the planet. But only because I have very few actual orders beyond returning with this ship and its crew. Now...speaking of earth cuisine, I've actually managed to make myself hungry. It's getting close to that time, would you want to take your meal now? We can head down to the officer's galley and see what inedible slop they've prepared today." Word Count: 1,418 Total Word Count: 3,608
The outcome of his visible showing of jealousy in the form of a pause and grunt was dealt with in a rather strongly manner. However, the saiyan beauty had a point in her methods. He shouldn't have acted in such a way but there was definitely something that tugged at his mind. That tiny tug was what caused the outcome of a massive bruise on his right shoulder. He grit his teeth and despite the more difficult method of pushups he was doing, he favored the arm which was in pain and kept going with one arm. "I stepped out of line..." He said softly behind gnashed teeth as the bruise quickly turned purple. He ignored the pain and focused back on their conversation without so much as a word on the scene.
Thankfully the subject moved on and Bora was granted more insight to the planet along with the races which they would be encountering in the near future. The pain from before drained away at the sound of her laugh. Why he felt like this was quite odd. He had been beat down and ignored it, then found happiness shortly after from a simple sound of laughter. Was he going mad?
Truth be told he had grown quite immune to pain from the years of being treated as nothing but a pawn on the Heran's chess board that was their arena. Receiving beatings over numerous occasions as a result of lashing out at the captors caused his skin to thicken and even dulled some of the nerve endings underneath his skin. Even the saiyan rejuvenation chambers could not heal the that which had been done, for his body had accepted it as normal for so many years.
Something which snapped him out of his thoughts was the recollection of the wild Oozaru being tamed in their own mind. He had heard of it before but he had yet to truly try. To take advantage of every possible point of strength would be vital in the plans to eradicate those that had crossed him and his brother. This being the very thing he went on to explain.
Mel's response was true enough. There wasn't a single saiyan that didn't strive to be stronger... Well aside from a spare few such as Jagai, but still. It was natural in all saiyan bloodlines that they wish to grow stronger. It was programmed into their DNA and in their minds. When the saiyan beauty offered the gravity training facilities of the ship to be used as means for growing in strength, Bora nodded and looked at her over his bruised shoulder. " I appreciate it... It might sounds like a rather simple goal but even so, as you say it's natural for us to have a burning desire to grow stronger. If an opportunity presents itself to fulfill that goal anyone would take it." With that said is furry tail coiled about her waist, for a few seconds he didn't even realize he had done it. When he did realize he thought he might have overstepped yet again but Mel didn't seem fazed by it, instead she ignored it and made nothing of it. It was probably the single gesture he could perform and get away with to show that he had an instinct to want to be close to her.
When he told her of his more short handed goals while on Earth she commented on the fact that it is to the best interest of the alliance that every single saiyan try to be on their best behavior. The saying always goes, one bad apple can spoil the bunch. If that where to happen in the sight of the humans an any other species on the planet. The saiyans reputation could take a hefty dive and make things much more difficult in terms of staying on the planet on peaceful terms. As for finding a warrior whom posed a challenge, the only thing he had to take into account was that, should the fight get intense, he tone down the destruction. Perhaps it would be best that it takes place away from crowded areas. "Noted. Keep ass kicking outside of settlements..." He said aloud almost as if he where telling a personal assistant in his own mind to remind him in the future. "With that taken down on a mental piece of paper.." he continued on to ask her out to dinner which caused yet another bruise on his body.
It was undeniably true, he was to persistent for his own good and the main thing was that even though he had asked her out, instead of grunting or slowing down. He responded with little more than a smirk, because even though he was caught out for trying to score a date, it had worked. Especially when he brought up the idea for her to show him what the cities where like. By the sound of her sigh he knew he had somehow won some sort of recognition with her. "Don't get to excited, Captain" He commented sarcastically. "I have a feeling it might be more enjoyable than you might first think..." His mischievous snicker was silence at the mention of a meal. "You know... Food would be really good right now. The slop might taste disgusting but it's food nonetheless." His belly roared, echoing all throughout the room causing just about everyone to stand and look towards the towering saiyan.
Bora stared down at his gut. "Yup... right on Que." he said jokingly as he shook his head and looked up at the Saiyan beauty. "Permission for the throne to arise?" He joked as his tail gently uncoiled from her waist. The tip of his tail almost holding on to her hip as if it where trying desperately to stay before being tugged away. When he received permission to stand he did so after she moved from his back and gracefully flicked up at her side. His biceps visibly twitched as it was given a chance to recover from strain. His heightened heart rate which rose and set his pecks in a rhythm, slowly went back to normal.
The walking wall clicked his neck side to side before giving a teasing bow "After you, Captain" It was quite a funny sight to watch as the giant of a saiyan trailed close behind and to her side, almost as if he was some sort of beefy bodyguard. "Jagai, what about you? You got some work to do or you gonna join us?" The question was out of the blue, but being around Mel and her assistant for so long had caused him to feel more comfortable around the rather meek assistant.
"You did." Melonia said simply, unclenching her fist and flexing the fingers of her gloved hand as she looked down at Bora's now heavily bruised shoulder. He was strong, but Melonia was on an entirely different level than the muscular Saiyan. For all his physical size, she hit significantly harder, even pulling a punch like that. Perhaps with time that gap would shrink, Bora certainly had the brute force potential to match her physically one day, though Melonia wondered if with such a large body her agility and speed would always outmatch him. "Be glad I'm a gracious captain, I should have beaten you to a bloodied pulp over your repeated smart mouth comments. Keep it up and and you won't be so fortunate in the future."
Melonia repositioned herself to get comfortable again resting on Bora's backside. She felt bad striking the private, but he sorely had needed a lesson in proper discipline. He'd thank her for her abject ruthlessness the day he found himself fighting a truly brutal opponent. It was not an experience one forgot quickly, Melonia certainly hadn't. Her time at the academy had been an interesting affair, particularly full contact sparring days. She'd been driven face first to the floor on more than one occasion, it was less than thrilling feeling having your body shattered by a crippling blow only to feel your flesh smack against solid steel hard enough to buckle it beneath you. But, Saiyans thrived on pain as they said, and any defeat they could walk away from alive only meant they'd come back stronger and fiercer than ever. It had held true then, it would continue to do so now.
The Saiyaness couldn't help but roll her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh at Bora's continued childishness. "Keep any physical confrontation out of the populated areas. The last thing I need is a drunken brawl turning into accidental genocide. You have no idea how seriously I take that order, anything you do that shame's yourself shames me. And anything that shames me I'll put an immediate stop to, I don't like being made the fool in someone else's idiocies." Melonia looked to Jagai, who nodded curtly in agreement. "Take a note of that Jagai, add it to that mental piece of paper right under Bora's thoughts." Jagai let out a small grin, "Duly noted Captain. I'll add it to the list at once."
"Mmmhhhmmm." Melonia said sarcastically in return for Bora's comment regarding spending more time together. His overconfidence was his single biggest weakness, especially when dealing with women. Melonia wondered briefly what exactly Bora's experience with the fairer sex had been prior to meeting her. If it wasn't for his immense size and admittedly imposing musculature he wouldn't be much worth her time. Melonia knew well the grandeur of her own appearance, and that she was coveted by near every man that came across her. She had little time for frivolities of dating of any sort. "We'll see. The ball's in your court Bora, it'll be as enjoyable as you decide to make it. And for the record, I happen to agree with you on the slop. It's not too inedible if you wash it down with a strong drink, but regulation dining is sorely lacking compared to earth cuisine."
Jagai seemed surprised Bora had actually addressed him personally. He shrugged slightly, nonchalantly deflecting casual conversation. "I've already eaten, I did it when you were busy day dreaming about the Captain's ass. I'll get more done while you're gone, so go right ahead and eat without me." With that Jagai spun on his heels, walking off to return to his duties, leaving Bora and Melonia to themselves. Melonia couldn't help but snicker at the exchange, it was too perfect not to. "He's not wrong Bora, I recommend you try to be slightly more self aware in the future. Though you do play the part of bumbling idiot rather well." Melonia let out a hearty laugh, slapping Bora hard on the back as she did. "Now come on you oaf, let's go get something to eat."
With that Melonia began to walk off slowly, departing the command bridge of her ship as the metallic doors slid open. The guards at the door saluted as she passed, closing it behind the two as they made their way down the halls. There were a number of dining centers scattered evenly throughout the ship's superstructure interior. They were located chiefly on the outer ring of the vessel's design, the central portion of the ship housed the hangar complex, communications systems, mining processing facilities, and the primary reactors. The outer portions held barracks, engineering, recreation, and all other life support systems necessary to keep the crew of the Cathedral both alive and happy. The latter sometimes seemed more difficult than it generally should be.
As the pair moved in stoic silence Melonia kept pace several steps ahead of Bora. She had to walk swiftly to stay ahead of the much larger Saiyan. His great striding steps were significantly longer than the shorter more curvaceous Saiyan's agile gait. Along the way they passed numerous other unnamed Saiyans, there were far too many to anyone but the quartermasters to bother keeping track of. Most saluted their Captain, though some were busy carrying large boxes of supplies or mechanical components. Others still were lost in idle conversation with their fellow crew members, discussing one trivial facet of life on the ship or what they'd do when they next were afforded shore leave. Most of the Saiyan preferred physical combat, drinking, and gambling to fill their leisure time. There was a small gambling hall located between two of the larger barracks even. Complete with bar and night club, the aptly named Afterburner Lounge made for a popular hangout for off duty soldiers looking to unwind with a drink or a game of chance. The club itself had been named humorously due to its close proximity to the Cathedral's rear drive engines. The hum of the reactors could be heard faintly when the blaring night club's music was turned down to reasonable levels.
All throughout the ship men and women were busily going about their assigned duties, and even here it was no different. As Melonia and Bora walked the winding corridors they passed technicians dressed in their maintenance suits, eagerly working to make sure a ship as large as the Cathedral remained operating at peak capacity. Marines dressed in Saiyan battle armor of all makes and models patrolled the halls, and security officers wearing full armor variants stood vigil at the ends of most corridors. It would be relatively easy for one to get lost on a ship the size of a city in and of itself. The labyrinth of corridors and structures, winding passages and access halls. Melonia had a readout of the internal schematics uploaded on her Scouter, the advanced model variant. It had a violet tinted glass display, not dissimilar to the shade of her battle armor's fabric under layer. Violet was by far Melonia's favorite color, and it showed in many facets of her being, right down to her Ki's colored aura.
"You should invest in a Scouter, Bora." Melonia stated simply as the two rounded the next corner, moving towards the final leg of their journey. "They're quite handy for communication and anything requiring a handheld computer. I'm sure that you could find one that fits even your big ugly mug." Melonia turned her head back, giving a teasing grin. She contemplated blowing a kiss, though she felt she'd already gotten her point well across. The two came upon a large double set of doors. A steady stream of Saiyan soldiers was coming and going from the room beyond. The Officer's Galley, the main place for the Cathedral's upper staff to catch a meal in peace and tranquility. The enlisted dining halls were little more than battlefields with attached kitchens, meals were a raucous, boisterous, loud mouthed, often hostile environment where Saiyans did almost as much cursing and rough housing as they actually did eating. This was a rather staggering feat, given the sheer volume of food a Saiyan could eat in one sitting. Between their often significant musculature, as was Bora's case, or their extremely high metabolism, as Melonia tended to display, they burned through food like a sun burns through hydrogen.
"Alright, we're here Bora. Try not to look too out of place." Melonia said in faux sweetness, moving to take her place in the line for food. The galley had a buffet style arrangement, with dozens of potential foods to choose from. All food groups were covered, though some better than others. Meats were the preferred food of choice for most Saiyans, and the selection respected that decision. Everything from meat stews to whole racks of ribs were available, just to name a new. Melonia took her place in line and grabbed a set of silverware and a clean plate. "What are you thinking of getting Bora? I don't suppose you've eaten on a space ship before have you?" Word Count: 1,529 Total Word Count: 5,137
Bora's ear twitched as he listened to Melonia's reasons of being so invested on the rules of behavior while on Earth. Hearing her warn that anything that the saiyans under her management did reflected on her own image. If someone where to make her look bad, they would be dealt with and Bora did not wave off that threat. He knew first hand the type of damage she could do. Signs of that where on his shoulder and back. He would have to think of a way to fix the injuries that he was dealt each day for his overconfidence around the captain. He had no access to the rejuvenation chambers and to be completely honest. A saiyan would laugh at anyone thinking a small issue such as bruises needing healing. No, Bora would find another way to deal with those. "I don't intend on making you look bad, Captain." His voice dropped to a whisper "Not that it's possible" His voice just loud enough for her to hear.
Once again the ball was served into his court, metaphorically speaking. It was a metaphor the Captain seemed to use quite often but it got the point across. "I'm sure things can get interesting." He smirked at her words on the ships food. "At the moment, I'd eat anything... Heck, I heard somewhere that the aliens on Planet Kanassa taste like some sort of aquatic animal from planet earth... Guess that's my vast knowledge of that little mud ball. Haven't had a chance to try Kanassian flesh so even then it's kinda like describing something that's a complete oddity... Anyways..." Bora went on to ask Jagai if he'd be joining the Captain and himself for dinner which was responded with a blunt answer which left Bora a tad bit embarrassed, even so, he let out a chuckle. "Was it that obvious?" he questioned as he followed after Mel, receiving a playful smack on the back when being teased by the saiyan beauty. "Oh I'm a bumbling idiot, Huh?" He snickered light heartedly "I didn't know you thought so highly of me." He response was witty yet only proving the point of his goofiness.
With the playful banter left behind on the command deck, Bora stuck close to Mel only remaining a few feet behind her. His large hulking strides moving the same distance as Mel's own two strides. The sight of the two caused a few of the hard working saiyans stuck on maintenance duty of the ship to gaze in their direction. While some saluted the Captain, others glared at Bora with a distrust and a hint of confusion. Strangely enough, the walking wall spotted Mame and Ringo, breaking away from a usual sight of an argument to look at him. Perhaps his screw up caused some of his own squad members to shift around on the ship in order to allow for the best qualified to take the position that had caused him to be under Mel's thumb.
One thing that seemed to catch Bora's interest was that even though most saiyans gave him those looks which begged to be smacked off their disapproving faces, there where others that seemed impressed. After a few more steps he managed to connect the dots. The others where under the impression that he had already made a move on the saiyan beauty, when in reality he was simply going to get dinner with her... Okay maybe it really did look THAT way. Bora simply shook his head his head as he ran his right and through his long dark locks, opting to keep it silent than let the captain know.
As the two continued on through the ships long corridors, Bora came to the conclusion that he should one day thank whomever came up with the designs of the ship for making the doorways tall enough even for him. It was a nuisance to have to duck in through doorways. Even Natto had some buildings with rather low doorways. The thought of being able to walk through doorways without worry, reminded him of the one downside the walking wall had in in terms of his abnormally tall height. No matter how much he trained, his speed and agility where a lot less pronounced in terms of others which where a lot shorter and lighter than himself. He made up for it in the brute force and power statistics but even those could be considered useless should he be matched with someone who could out maneuver him. Talk about a frustrating thought. Thankfully his mind wondered away from it as a sound of music echoed from the nearby bars and clubs.
The amount of things going on aboard the ship was crazy. "I didn't realize how massive the ship truly is. It's like a city... Clubs, Bars. Men and woman assigned to working posts and constant construction even aboard the ship? It's almost like a mobile version of Planet Natto." He went silent as he saw a few of the saiyan guards patrolling the area. "Even security? It really is a city with thrusters. All it needs now is back alley wa- Oh wait... got that too, huh... Quite something." he said in wonder as he glanced about from one scene to the next. In all honesty he was glad the saiyan beauty was leading the way, as he would more than likely ran the risk of making himself look like a fool if he where to wing it and go in the directions he thought was right. How Mel knew where to go baffled him for a few seconds until she offered the idea of him getting a Scouter.
He smiled warmly and shook his head at the playful manner in which she teased him. "Put on one of those eye pieces on and block half of THAT view? It will be a sad day when that happens" he teased back, glancing down at her amazing figure. "You may have a point though... I put off the idea as I can already sense peoples strength without being told by numbers... In fact, I've managed to strengthen it to the point of sensing ki signatures over an entire planet. Still, a way to communicate over long distances could come in handy." he thought aloud as he lightly placed a hand over his left eye, inquiring on it's effectiveness. "Don't you find it distracting in battle though?"
He would have to wait for his answer as they strolled past a few saiyans coming and going from the Officers Galley. As they stepped through the massive double doors into the cafeteria like area, the sound of loud mouthed drunks and other chatter from patrons rang in Bora's ears. The places was quite lively for and area that was to be considered the more renowned area for officers. Then again saiyans never really conducted themselves in a professional manner, and if they did it was usually a facade and their inner abrasive and arrogant selves would shine through after a few drinks. Much like the drunks in the room.
Bora found the fake show sweetness slightly amusing "Kinda difficult when your head taller than anyone else, Captain... Think I'd blend in if I stood as one of the pillars?" He played coy as he took a place in the line behind her. Seeing the vast amount of food to choose from as apposed to the lower rank cafeteria almost had Bora's mouth start to water. His eyes darted from one item to the next. "Apart from the half rations Jagai has brought up for me I can't say I had this much choice. I'm thinking of getting 3 of everyth-"
The sound of glass shattering on impact caused Bora to close his eyes. Seemed as though one of the drunkards thought it would be funny playing a game of who had the bigger pair, by tossing his drink at the largest saiyan in the room. A roar of laughter erupted from one of the tables close to the back of the room as alcohol slowly trailed down through the paths of Bora's muscular back. A snarl was visible on his upper lip as his hands balled up into fists. His eyes opened with the look of murderous intent and the calm aura he had from before seemed to be replaced by rage. As his eyes opened on to Mel, she would see the change to his entire demeanor. Without so much as a word, he turned and moved towards the crowd of saiyans that where bellowing in laughter. Without so much as a care for anyone in his path. He tossed tables and seats aside with his eyes dead set on the main oaf who had caused the problem.
Bora leaned across the table and pulled the drunkard from his seat by his throat with one hand, back handing another saiyan who rose to get involved. The walking fortress of a saiyan lifted the freak 3 feet off the ground and, squeezed the air from his lungs.
Melonia paused, turning on her heels to stand before Bora. She rose into the air with her Ki until she matched the larger warrior's height. Staring into his face eye to eye she resisted the incredible urge to headbutt him for his insolence. "Really Bora? That's what you're going to say? You truly don't consider your words against your actions do you? You of all people, who on his first day aboard my ship, hell, his first hour, had managed to not only disrupt our entire maiden voyage by sabotaging our launch sequence, but also had the gal to joke about that very matter less than a day later?" Melonia's fists clenched and unclenched, and a vain throbbed lightly from her forehead. "Bora, be glad I'm in a good mood. I told you I'd beat you into a pulp if you kept cracking jokes, but I'm honestly hungry and just want a decent meal in peace and quiet without distractions." At that the curvaceous Saiyaness slowly lowered back down her to her feet and resumed walking.
Bora was a most troubling individual to be certain. He treaded the line dangerous from light hearted joking to a stunning and utter lack of self awareness. He had potential, but lacked any formal sense of discipline. Melonia vowed she'd beat the order into him one blow at a time at her earliest convenience. He needed to joke less and think more, and the surest way to accomplish that goal would be to drive her gloved fists into his gut as many times as she could in under a minute. Maybe then he'd consider the ramifications of his words before spouting the first thing that came into his head. She doubted the hulking Saiyan had ever had to tangle with an opponent he couldn't defeat through reckless brute force. Melonia fancied herself as entirely too agile, he'd never hurt her if he never hit her. And should they fight Bora would have a very frustrating time trying to hit her.
"You didn't realize how massive the ship is? That's impressive considering you had to have seen it sitting in dry dock." Melonia said with a hint of teasing sarcasm. "You truly were late for final boarding not to have noticed. Our displacement is in the billions of tons, and we needed facilities to accommodate tens of thousands of Saiyan warriors and crew members. Once warships get large enough, they are more akin to designing large buildings with engines attached. And the Cathedral of Arrogance is entirely too large to be any one specific building." Melonia chuckled at Bora's revelations, he was finally figuring it out. It had only taken him days since their departure to do so. "The constant construction is mostly final inspections and a few last minute modifications. High Command was so eager to get this beast space bound to free up room at the Soy Capital star port for the construction of a second. As a result we're still putting on the finishing touches ourselves."
Melonia rolled her eyes heavily at Bora's comments regarding a scouter. They were expected, as the man was all but a one track record. Every action was a double back to passive flirting, or complimenting Melonia's impressive figure. She did not mind compliments, but the taller warrior simply could not get his head out of the gutter. "Bora don't be so dense, scouters don't block your views. They augment it, give you a tactical readout of the situation, maps of the surrounding areas, radar displays and Ki signature trackers. They are useful tools, and you learn to live with the affects to your vision. A keen eye will adjust in time and they hardly prove a detriment on your vision." Melonia paused, thinking of the Scouter's greatest weakness, its sheer vulnerability to damage. It was a durable but not exceptionally so device. The myriad of sensitive electronics packaging within it could easily be damaged in combat, and the entire device could be destroyed by a single well placed shot. "I don't find it the least bit distracting in combat, though I've done hundreds of hours of training wearing my Scouter to accustom my body to its presence and train up my vision. I'd expect the same of you should you start wearing one."
Within the galley the floor was laid out in a tiled arrangement. The serving buffet lined the western wall of the large chamber, with disposal taking up the eastern end. The Kitchen itself was to the north, hidden out of sight as it prepared unseemly amounts of food in the vast industrial ovens that filled that particular space. Saiyan chefs were not exactly a commonality, though the ship did employ hundreds of them to feed the sheer number of crew. They worked round the clock in shifts, rarely if ever did the dining facilities cease producing food and drink. Saiyans were permitted to go over their allotted rations, though they had to do so out of their own pocketbook. The cost could be subsidized out of their garnished wages, and was used as a revenue stream to purchase higher quality goods for the officers when available. It was a rather slick system all things considered, though Melonia wondered what earth's markets were like for mass food export. The ship may end up hemorrhaging money if the crew took a liking to exorbitantly priced earthling foods. Melonia mused she would cross that bridge when she came to it., sitting down with the head of catering would be a vital first step. But that was a task for another day, one more item for a growing checklist.
The galley itself was composed of two levels. The lower level held the serving and cleaning areas, as well as seating for several hundred individuals. Large rectangular tables stood in neat and orderly rows, packed full of men and women bumping arms and jostling like gorillas as they worked at shoveling food down their throats or bragging and boasting about their accomplishments. The upper level was closer to the edge of the ship, and had a number of small viewing windows with more comfortable booths the attendees could sit and eat at. It was a more relaxed atmosphere to the chaos on the main level, though the sound of the voices tended to spill over. Still, being able to gaze out over the vast majesty of space while one ate was a far cry up from looking at sweaty bodies and hard metallic walls for every meal. One more thing Melonia was thankful for, the strong ventilation systems on the ship helped immensely to mitigate the stench any large group of Saiyans tended to accumulate. The communal showers could only do so much in the face of so much muscle and so many tails. One more reason Melonia groomed herself religiously and scented her hair with the finest of fruity shampoos.
"Bora, you'll never blend in with that attitude." Melonia stated simply, already working to load her plate with steamed Thanex Shrimp and a generous portion of Firemelon fruits, as well as a fried vultor leg and a glass of squeezed tessarian grape juice. She'd return for another plate, and another, and several dozen more. Saiyan dietary habits were truly staggering, and despite her svelte appearance Melonia could put away a startling amount of food in a short period of time. "You're still on half rations, don't forget that. Just because its buffet style serving doesn't mean you can gorge yourself like you aren't still under punishment." Melonia would not shy away from her punishment, the moment Bora overstepped the terms of his meals she was ready to reprimand him further. He should be thankful he was eating from the officer's galley instead of the enlisted cafeterias that served a composite meal slop and maybe some fresh fruit.
Melonia groaned internally as she heard the glass shatter, at first she thought Bora had simply dropped his drink. It seemed up his alley, given his fingers were thick like sausages. Maybe he'd shattered it simply in his grip, an oaf too dumb to know his own strength. Melonia turned to inspect, and immediately realized the severity of the situation was far more worse. One of her idiot subordinates was picking fights, and doing a damn fine of it at that. The Saiyan captain calmly set down her food on an unaffected table, next to some lieutenants. "Watch my food, and don't let it spill." She commanded plainly, watching as Bora charged his way through tables and crew members alike like a bull in a china shop. An audible crack stung through the halls as the back of Bora's fist connected with the face of a belligerent. Melonia's brow could only furrow as she watched the confrontation unfolding in front of her.
"Idiots!" Melonia said in a severely disgruntled tone. Her own Ki rising as her violet aura flashed with energy. Crackling throughout the room and causing furniture and tableware to rattle heavily at the discharge of energy. Melonia stepped slowly towards Bora, avoiding the mess he caused with each step. When she approached him from the side the woman could barely contain the urge to send him hurtling through a wall. "Put him down Bora. As your Captain I command it." She stated simply, fist clenched and arms unmoving from her sides. "I will not repeat myself, he is not yours to punish." Insubordination now would be the highest order of crimes, and Melonia would take no pride in beating the already reprimanded private within an inch of his life. Her aura continued to surge, the beeping of a hundred scouters telling the tale of how much power was surging out of the woman. Melonia's rage was silent and terrible, kept in check only by the appearances she need maintain by her station. It would be a grim day indeed if she needed to wield the power she flaunted like a weapon of intimidation. Word Count: 1,674 Total Word Count: 6,811
Timed seemed to slow and everything around Bora felt as though it had come to a stand still in his own mind. What many would see as just a normal scene between saiyans, he saw these encounters much like every other fight which started over petty idea as much more. The anger and rage he had, was built up over his long time confined to bars as a child. Images of his mother and fathers death where constant reminders of him not being strong enough to truly protect them. How could it be expected of a two children to protect the people they looked to for strength?
There was a lot Bora hid beneath his goofy antics. He knew pain more than any of the other saiyan there and when he was insulted for a joke, he felt as though he needed to prove a point to any who thought he was a joke. It had been this way from time even before the fateful day of his parents death. Something that everyone seemed to shrug off even when Bora was a young child was his untamed aggression, especially to those that started anything with him or his family. When anyone berated his family you could be damn sure he would make a point to get hits in without so much as a second thought, just as he had done so in the current point in time.
Something that peaked through in these moments apart from the blinding aggression was a deep rage which was fueled on by his opponents. His teeth gnashed and a deep feral like grow escaped his lungs as he squeezed the air form the drunk saiyan. The onlookers watched with smirks in hopes that they got to see some entertainment while others rose brows at the sudden show of power from their captain. Bora on the other hand looked so focused on his target that he was oblivious to anything else going on around him.
The only thing he heard was the increased rate at which his heart beat. His muscles twitched as his grip tightened around the bastards neck and just like the Captain, Bora's aura burst forth in a emerald hue, lighting up half the room in a wildfire flame which raged without a sign of mercy. His power rose into the thousands and neared that of Mel's. It was not on par with her strength but it was enough to open the eyes of everyone sitting there. He was no push over and nor was the rest of his family. He would take respect and he would do it in a way that proved he was willing to smash anyone that tried to shame him.
A sound, a muffled voice slowly pierced the veil of silence that was in Bora's mind. It took a few seconds for him to connect the voice to the face but it was Mel. His eyes turned to meet face her with a slowly clicking of his neck. His motions where primal in his current state, like some sort of animal ready to go in for the kill, however, as time passed and Mel's voice cleared in his mind, the unsettling look in his eyes hinted back to Bora's natural self as he was ordered to put the drunken saiyan down. He recalled the chain of command and senses slowly came back to him but he still showed unbridled anger in the situation.
"You saw what this fucker did, and you want me to just put him down?" he stared into the mans eyes as he gasped for air. "You say I am not the one to punish him, But I think I'm the only one that should be granted the right!" He gnashed his teeth, his k9's visibly sharpened as he stared into the mans face with blood lust yet his his brows rose when a snicker left the drunks lips.
"You always let you wench step in on your fights, coward?" he spoke through gasps of air. Obviously the amount of alcohol he had consumed had staggered his vision as he couldn't even recognize the Captain, not only that but his arrogance was through the roof for even saiyan's standards. The scene only grew more heated as the bastard thought it would be best to play tough by spitting in Bora's face.
The walking wall froze in place as the spit ran down his cheek. "You say I must put him down... captain?" He asked in an almost dead like tone of voice as he turned to face Mel. Something in his eyes showed the internal struggle. He was fighting to keep himself in check, if so just because she was there. He wiped the spit from his face with his free hand before violently throwing the saiyan down on to the table with enough force to break it in half. The table gave way and with a loud crash, the drunkard grunted before rubbing the back of his head in a stupor. "There." Bora responded plainly as he turned and walked away. His aura dying out instantly.
When it all seemed to be over, the crowd of saiyans in the room went back to their conversations and meals but stopped when they heard the Saiyan drunk edge Bora on further with a bellowing laugh.
"HAHAHA! Where ya going, freak? Things where just getting interesting. Don't tell me you just let this sweet piece of ass fight your battles for you." Bora stopped once more with both hands squeezed into fists causing audible pops from his knuckles. "Mato, just shut up you idiot, that's the Captain!" One of the saiyans called out to the man still seated in between the broken table. Mato waved it off and turned to Mel waving a glass around at her. "Why don't you go fill this up for me sweetheart." he snickered lowly. "One hit... Let me have one hit." Bora said softly yet loud enough for the captain to hear it. In that moment he truly was holding himself back with every fiber of his being. It was one thing to insult him but insulting a person he considered a friend or family was what he considered the final straw.
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Melonia could feel it, the rage within Bora, it was not normal for even a Saiyan. It was more raw, more primal, more akin to something you'd expect out of a Great Ape than a Saiyan's normal form. Something was eating at him, something more severe than simply having a drink tossed at his back. She could see it in his eyes, see it in his clenched fists, in the rippling of his muscles and the throbbing of veins as his blood pressure rose. More than any Melonia could feel it in his Ki, Bora's aura was jagged and overflowing, it raged without the measured control that hers emanated. It was as if a switch had gone off in his head and now Melonia was finally seeing the real Bora for the first time, her eyes remained leveled on him, cold and unblinking as she studied the warrior trying to anticipate his next move. More than ready to drop him if he dared so much as defy her orders in full view of her officer corps.
Her own anger was more calm, more measured. Melonia's Ki flowed contained in a great deal of restraint, she could destroy her ship from the inside out if she truly unleashed her full strength, even at half her strength the room was noticeably vibrating from the sheer energy was channeling through her body. Her breathing was slow and measured, her heart rate kept low and her blood pressure in check. She would force herself to avoid the sheer rage that Bora experienced, it was not how one of her station was supposed to act. If his fury was like a hurricane, massive and untamed, then Melonia's was a tornado, narrow and focused like the tip of a spear. Her gloved hands clenched, and the Saiyan took several steps closer to the larger fighter.
"Bora!" Melonia said, feeling his aura flare out in pure rage. Her voice was authoritative though not without its own generous helping of anger. She would not allow this to continue, this mockery of order. His eyes lost some of their fury, but his hand remained clenched around the other Saiyan's neck. "I am aware Bora. We all saw what he did. I don't expect you to put him down, I command you to do so. As both your superior officer and as the strongest Saiyan in the room I order you to do so or I will spare you no mercy. You have no right to carry out punishment, and I order you to stand down." The idiot in Bora's grip decided it best to escalate the situation further, despite everything going on. Melonia winced internally as she felt his words cut at Bora like razors, the spit at his face merely the icing on this rage inducing cake. She grew increasingly worried violence would be the only proper solution.
"I did." Melonia stated swiftly as Bora cleaned himself up, turning to face her. There was a battle going on within him, emotions writhing and clashing to see which would win out in the end. She breathed a sigh of relief even as Bora threw his foe through the air, the man landed with a crash destroying one of the dining hall tables. As he lay there turning over as he rubbed his throbbing head she could see the soldier was mostly unharmed. Bora had turned to walk away, his own power dying down. Order seemed to return, and eyes diverted as the gathered assemblage tried to resume their meals without provoking anyone's ire. A lump dropped in Melonia's throat as the warrior on the ground continued to taunt Bora.
The comments now directed at her set Melonia over the edge. Her own aura now flared out violent and unchecked, and she turned to face this Mato. "You'll regret ever saying that." She said simply, stepping towards him in slow measured steps. "Why?" The man retorted, even his untrained senses feeling the sheer force of her Ki. "Why!? What are you gonna do? Answer me!" He pleaded, trying to scramble backwards but bumping the wall. Melonia continued to near him, until she stood right before him. The Saiyaness reached down, and Mato threw a hastily planned punch. Melonia grabbed it with her left hand, squeezing hard until you could hear the snapping crunch of bone. "AAAGGGGHHHH! STOP, MAKE IT STOP!" The drunken fool pleaded. Her other hand reached behind him, firmly gripping the base of his tail. Mato's cries became wild and animalistic, driven only by rage and pain.
Melonia pinched the tail between her thumb and pointer fingers, feeling it squish beneath her forceful touch. Then in one brutally horrible moment she twisted and pulled. A terrible retching sound rung through the air, followed by a blood curtling scream. Mato bled heavily out of his ass, through the hole in his pants and the raw patch of exposed tissue. His screaming continued, and Melonia released his shattered hand. In her other she held the entire length of his Saiyan tail, still wiggling compulsively in her grip. "That, is the punishment for insulting a senior officer. You will be demoted, marked in your military records, and subject to further sentencing upon our return to Natto. Do I make myself clear?" Mato could only scream in pain and desperately nod yes. Melonia threw his tail down onto his chest, he clutched it with his good hand and looked at it like a child whose pet had just died.
The Saiyan Captain pressed a button on the side of her scouter. "This is Captain Melonia to infirmary 3B. I'm requesting medical personnel in the officer's galley. Yes, there's been something of an incident. Full authorization to use healing machines. Understood. Yes, have the paperwork on my desk by this evening, I'll handle the red tape. Alright, over." She tapped off her scouter, giving the man before her one last look and shaking her head. "Idiot." Was all she stated, before addressing the crowd. "Listen up! All of you!" Melonia pointed to Mato down on the floor. "Thanks to this imbecile, I am making the executive decision to half all alcohol rations until our arrival to earth. Clearly, since some of you cannot handle yourselves, the rest of you lot need to be taught a lesson. Remember well who caused this, and strive to avoid such egregious behavior in the future." Groans and protests could be heard throughout the galley, but Melonia shrugged them all off. She suppressed her Ki, walking slowly away from the man back towards Bora. As she stepped past him she spoke softly. "You may not strike him, not even once. I expressly forbid it, he has already been punished severely enough." With that statement said, the Saiyaness calmly picked up her meal, turning to depart for the stairs to eat in solace in the upper lounge. Word Count: 1,158 Total Word Count: 7,969
Bora's blood boiled through each passing moment as Mel's words where the only thing keeping him from going into a blood fueled frenzy on the saiyan that he held in the vice grip of his hand. The walking wall slowly managed to distinguish the saiyan beautie's commanding tone from the static of everything else in the room and found he was able to hear her words more clearly. Even with her commands, Bora felt that he deserved to be the one to deal some sort of punishment to the drunk. Strangely enough the primal state he was in had him thinking that she was simply taking advantage of her title so she could have the fun of watching the man writhe in pain, those thoughts where only built on the foundations of the rage he had in his mind.
When Bora was placed in the position of either going against the one person who actually showed some sort of compassion for him or backing down to her commands, he struggled for control. And for a few moments he felt as though he was stuck at a cross roads. Either listen to her commands or throw everything he had away by going against orders to deal out a petty beating to the man before him. With every fiber of his being screaming for the latter, Bora knew the right decision and that was to do as Melonia had ordered.
With the feeling of of rage slowly subsiding, he brought his body under control and managed to put words together. In spite of his feelings he did as Mel asked and put the saiyan down, tossing him through a table in a show of spite. The fact that he was the bigger man and managed to control himself from acting any further was a miracle and was no easy task. Turning his back and walking away had to be one of the toughest things he had ever done because even then his spirit wanted to tear Mato apart. The difficulty of keeping in control was even harder when Mayo went on to taunt him further and even insult Mel.
His entire body grew tense and trembled from the anger which pulsed in his veins. But before he could do anything the sounds of begging echoed in Bora's ears. Hearing the man plea for mercy caused a sadistic smirk to appear on Bora's face. The screams caused his heart to race faster and faster, a sign of pure excitement as the main organ which kept the walking saiyan alive, beat in his head like a war drum. The rage twisted saiyan found the cries of pain and sickening crunch of bone to be a pleasurable sound. The state he was in found excitement at the sound of another's pain as a snicker escaped from his throat at the echoes of Mato's screams for mercy.
The manner in which the saiyan clawed to get away showed an animal like instinct to either fight or flee but what made it all the more entertaining was that he had no way to do either. He was immobilized with no options to get away from the predator that was Mel. Bora's head turned slightly to witness the show of brutality that she would perform by tearing the saiyans tail off, pulling flesh off along with it as he screamed out in a banshee like tone. What the primal Bora saw was someone with a very twisted nature peaking through if only for a moment. She hid it behind the facade of a calm expression.
Realizing that the scene was now close to it's end, the anger and frustration which urged Bora on to attack slowly died away when Mel ordered that someone send a medical team to retrieve the trash which had caused the ordeal. She stripped Mato of his his titles, rank and removed the one thing that symbolized them as saiyans, his tail. All for acting out against a senior officer. Something every saiyan in that room would think twice about after witnessing that.
After Mel ordered the halving to amount of alcohol that each saiyan on the ship was allowed. She picked up her tray of food and walked past Bora making it very clear that he was in no way allowed to do anything to the drunkard saiyan. The fact that he was banned from the option of even a single hit, frustrated Bora but he would not allow himself to slip back into the primal state in front of Mel, at least not now. He followed after her, impolitely grabbing a tray from one of the other saiyans hands which had already stacked the tray with food. His expression showed that if he where pushed again in such a short period of time after that scene. He would snap.
Bora ignored the eyes of the crowd and tore a piece of meat from the chicken like drumstick off with his teeth like a predator scoffing its kill. When the pair stepped into the lounge area, Bora glared at Mel over the mounds of food. "Go ahead... lecture away or beat me or whatever..." He said in a soft tone with a sigh. "You wont understand why crap like that is a big deal to me... That asshole should have thought more wisely before trying to start shit... What family I have left as well as the extremely small circle I see as friends, are what I fight for. Insult me or them and I will act..." He remained silent on the part about her possibly being the only other saiyan who had managed to keep him from letting the rage consume him. In any other occasion he would have simply ignore the officer in that state and beat the man within an inch of his life.
The towering saiyan gently moved his tray away and pinched the bridge of his nose as a loud pounding began in his temple. "I don't know what you expect me to say...but that is me." he spoke in a much more gentle tone.
Melonia was lost in thought as she took a seat at her booth on the upper level. The senior officers there were smart enough to keep their distance and avert their eyes. There'd be no small end to her red tape to cut through in the future. She did not envy the myriad of forms, filings, and other bureaucracy she'd be filling out in the immediate future. Bora's rage was also an issue, if he snapped like that again and she wasn't around, he'd either pick a losing fight with someone far out of his league, or end up killing one of her men in a squabble. Both were grounds for immediate execution given his current offenses, and Melonia had no desire to swing the headsman's blades. It was a duty no commander wished to carry out on their soldiers.
She ate in silence, pretending Bora didn't exist for as long as possible. Trying to enjoy her food, although even that was ruined as the bitter taste of what she'd done hung in her mouth. Removing Mato's tail in such a grim fashion had been too much, medical would be on her ass about what had required her to do so. Simple demotion would have been more than sufficient, instead she'd given in to her anger and maimed an officer in front of everyone present. It'd be the gossip of the ship that the Captain had ripped off a man's tail with her bare hands for simply insulting her and talking back. She could spin it as self defense, he had thrown the first and only punch. But given the disparity in their power levels that story would never hold up under any kind of examination. No, this would be a black mark on her record for years to come.
"Bore just shut up." Melonia said softly, lifting a piece of fruit to her mouth. "You know exactly what I'd say if I lectured you. And beating you won't do anything but give me a punching bag to vent my anger. I already did that to one of my men today, I won't do it to a second." Melonia refused to look Bora in the eyes, he did not deserve the attention as she focused on her food. Another bite of lean meat and the clatter of silverware against plastic plates was the only sound between the two besides their own breathing. Melonia turned to look out the small viewing window at the emptiness of space, still unsure what to do. "I can't pretend to know what you've been through, I'm not too arrogant to admit that." That Saiyaness let out a sigh, not knowing what words to use or what tone to take. She just ended up sounding tired and defeated, despite being the one in charge of the situation. "What you did was still wrong. You overreacted, that much anger over such a simple taunt, it's not natural. And it's going to be a problem if it's just how you are." The worst part was she was as much speaking to Bora as Melonia was addressing herself.
Melonia looked to Bora's plate, then to her own. She suddenly wasn't feeling hungry, her food tasted flat and horrid, and this time it wasn't the chefs. Everything left a bitter taste in her mouth, even her words tasted like ash. "I should have hit you so hard you're still unconscious, it would have deescalated things quicker. But I didn't, and I'm not sure it was the right choice. But I'll live with it, and you can reflect on that however damn well you feel like." The Saiyaness lifted up her plate and scooped the rest of her food onto Bora's plate before standing up from her seat. "I'm not hungry, finish my food. I'm getting something to drink, if you so much as think about rising from this seat you'll never serve in the Alliance military again for the rest of your days. So reflect on what you've done in such a short time and all the trouble it's caused." At that Melonia walked off to step down the stairs to the lower level, empty plate in hand. None of the usual feminine sway of her gait graced her wide hips, her movement slouched and robotic from her melancholy.
As she walked on her own down the stair case Melonia lifted a hand to pinch and rub at the bridge of her nose. What on Natto was she going to do with Bora? Less than a week under her command and already two charges grievous enough that any other commander would have released him from his oath of service. She was playing favorites, and that was a dangerous game that no officer should play with her staff. There was great potential in Bora, at least when it came to fighting. Everything else, perhaps not so much, Melonia did not have high hopes on that forefront for the hulking Saiyan. Maybe he'd make a good Saiyan Elite, but anything beyond a heavy combat deployment seemed a total waste of his abilities. She needed to keep him on a short leash, hell, she needed a damn mind control crown at this point. Shame those weren't just laying around, maybe that'd provide a means to quell his rage. Who was she kidding, the Saiyaness thought as she left her plate on the conveyor belt that carried it around to the kitchen to be washed and cleaned.
Melonia could feel all eyes on her as she moved through the lower floor of the dining center as the room feel silent. Soldiers averted there gaze and shuffled out of her way like physical contact meant corporal punishment. The Captain didn't mind, she had no desire to speak with any of them. Making her way towards the back of the room Melonia came to the bar at the back of the galley, there she ordered a tall glass of the strongest drink on the whole damn ship. The horrid Saiyan whiskey had an alcohol content like torpedo fuel and no amount of sweet tasting fruit juice could even begin to dull that aftertaste. The barkeep said nothing, pouring the drink slowly as his eyes met with Melonia's. He gave a small nod of understanding, and she snatched up the drink. Only then did the Saiyan beauty make her way back upstairs. As she returned to her seat Melonia sat down slowly, taking a sip from her drink and grimacing at the taste. All the while she continued to refuse direct eye contact with Bora and did nothing to speak. Word Count: 1,112 Total Word Count: 9,081
The silence that hung over the table was daunting. Even the sounds of conversation and laughter in the cafeteria seemed to be more silent as if the saiyans where trying to avoid all chances of their tables gaining attention. What made things worse for Bora was the fact that Mel wouldn't even look at him. He had caused so much trouble for her in such a short amount of time and he felt guilty and ashamed of how badly he had reacted. He's problem was much more than something to do with his attitude. When he slipped into those rage fueled states it was not him or at least he liked to believe it was not the real him. It was something inside him that only showed it's face in times of overwhelming anger and for a long time he had thought it to just be natural saiyan instinct to act the way he did but after the very few years he had spent on Natto, it became quite clear to him that it was something else. He could tell that in those moments he did not have control over himself. It was as if some sort of beast took control of his body, one without any remorse or mercy.
When he finally spoke to Mel, he felt even more ashamed. The response he received was one he knew would come. At the time he felt that maybe it would be good if he just amounted to a punching bag. Perhaps the only way to get rid of that side of him was to beat it out of him. When he used his past as his reasons it felt as nothing more than a empty excuse to stop himself looking like the bad guy and he knew full well that it was the case. What he did was completely wrong there was no doubting it, but there was no way to change that which had happened. It was written in the stone of history and he was the cause of Mel's problems. Upon realizing this his heart sank into his gut. He pushed his tray forward as Mel emptied her own tray on to his. Had things been in a lighter mood, he probably would have polished the tray in front of him but now even his voicestress belly was silence by the overwhelming feeling of guilt. She got up and left, commanding him to remain seated he felt as though a piece of himself was torn when he watched her walk away.
He was left to reflect on everything that had transpired. Thoughts lingered in his mind as he replayed the scene over and over in his mind trying to think of every possible way he could have avoided the entire thing but there was no rewind switch to fix what he had done. Even if he had a thousand different solutions to the scene it would make no difference. He inhaled deeply and exhaled out of his mouth with a loud sigh, closing his eyes and leaned back, covering his face with his hand. The one thing that seemed to bother him the most was that he had made Mel's job so much more difficult and probably swamped her with paperwork to try and explain the whole thing.
It was quite plane to see that even in the short span of time Bora had come to form a liking towards the captain and he already saw her and her assistants to be friends. The last thing he wanted was to be pushed away. He had years of feeling alone, any more and he felt as though he might crack entirely. The only person that Bora had ever told this was his brother and right now his brother wasn't there. One thing people tend to forget was that even though he was a giant in compassion to Tarnov, Bora was still the younger of the two siblings. Bora cherished the family that he had left and Tarnov was the only thing that remained as a becon of better days.
When Mel returned with alcohol in hand and took a seat across from him. Bora felt that he should try to make things right even though it was probably impossible. "I-... I know that whatever I have to say wont fix anything... But, please try to understand what I'm tryna say, okay?" He gazed at Mel's beautiful face and summed up the courage to speak "What you saw. That side of me, I know this sounds crazy but it's not me. I always thought that it was natural to act like that, as if it was just saiyan instinct but over the years I've found that it's something else." he paused for a few seconds. "It's like this thing that takes over me whenever I get enraged, it eats away at my spirit and drowns out everything around me. I lose control and trying to break free from it is like trying to fly but being held down by the strongest pull of gravity you can think of." He shakes his head. "The only thing... The only people that have managed to help me take back control has been my brother and now...you."
He shifted in his seat as the last word slipped out of his mouth. He did not know if his words would mean anything to her or if she was even listening but even so he hoped that what he said gave some clarity. "I'm not trying to make excuses and I'm not trying to toy with your head. What I'm saying is the truth. I realize how much crap I've probably caused you from the start... and I apologize." He swallowed a lump in his throat hoping that she would give him a chance.
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