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Sinthe was rather looking forward to this. The ship’s data files didn’t have much in the way of information on the natives, but what it did have had certainly piqued his curiosity, not because they were apparently green agendered slug people, although the idea that something like that had evolved to such a stage was kind of amusing. No, what interested him was that they were known to be almost on a par with the average Saiyan in terms of power and from what he’d read he’d inferred that their way of fighting was a touch more… elegant we’ll say.
Not that there was anything really wrong with brute force, he loved brute force, brute force and he went together like giant carnivorous birds of a feather, but there was certainly something to be said for finesse and poise. Though he wasn’t looking for it anymore than he normally was (and he normally WAS) but if a situation happened to develop he’d greatly relish the chance to observe the martial tradition of a race mostly unknown to him. Yes indeed this trip was panning out like a dream. That is until he felt the telltale presence of something else. Something familiar as it was persistently irritating.
’Noooo…’ Barely more than a whisper in protest of what he was feeling, suddenly stronger now that he was focussing on it and now that he was focussing on it he found that curiosity had gotten the better of him and that he was drifting towards its source. ’No, no, no.’
Alighting one of Namek’s many picturesque plateaus, though he was presently far too annoyed to take particular notice of the natural beauty around him, he found the root of his irritation and wouldn’t you just know that it was one of the most prominent repeat offenders. Several of them in fact as it seemed he was looking down on what constituted a Saiyan colony. ’Oh what the actual… ever loving… f--’
Some way’s away from the currently very un-amused Anubian two of the annoyingly well travelled species were busying themselves with the continued construction of new living quarters for their diaspora. Whereas for any other race this might necessitate the use of several tones of construction equipment and expending months of backbreaking labour for the two of them the natural vigor of their race meant that shifting girders and such was mere child’s play.
‘Hey, do you hear that?’ The younger of the two craned his neck to one side, awkwardly and only just keeping hold of the girder in question. He could have sworn that… was someone… cussing out the sky?
‘All I hear is a whiney little puissant not keeping his end up,’ the older Saiyan replied, shifting to take the brunt of the weight now thrust upon him, although yeah he could hear that there were priorities here. Besides somebody had probably just hammered their thumb or something equally petty. Fate would have it that the old Saiyan would never know how right he was.
’—UUUUUCK!?’ Slumping forward the Anubian clutched his knees as his chest heaved, that was how done he was with Saiyans for the moment and yet here they were, tenacious, perennial… hairy? ’Just once,’ he said to himself as he flopped down to sit cross legged atop the overlook. ’Y’know just once, I’d like it to not be Demons or Saiyans… or both.’ Now most people would be interested to know why there were a gaggle of Saiyans on another species’ homeworld but right in the moment he was not one of them.
Actually what WAS the collective noun for Saiyans? A troop? A glory? A murder? Probably that last one
Sure, a big of that was because they kept her in the cargo area, like some caged animal, but she had plenty of riveting stories about this sort of thing. How there was supposed to be a vent to hear secrets from.
But this ship was rather airtight, and the ventilation that was down here didn't seem to lead anywhere she could overhear something important. Not a surprise, knowing the kind of person that Vampire seemed to be.
Never had she met someone other than her own kin, that had such a hold on those they associated with. Even with all of the flaws that this group of hers had, which allowed her escape quite the number of times, they were competent than they led her to believe. Strength much greater than she was currently capable of, and would be ripe for humiliation if the others Kolds were to ever know. But out of all of them, the Supidoan had to have been the most infuriating.
Talked much longer than even the Vampire, droning on about his stories, and instead of being sent off to explore this planet, the girl had kept him onboard the ship. Completely the reverse of what she knew, in that henchmen were the ones to do the work, while their leader enjoyed themselves. Perhaps indulging in at least meditation.
Though it was much likelier they wouldn't even know what that was. If they weren't patrolling on the ship, then they were outside of it. Only a few of them, from what she knew, really made multiple trips beyond where they chosen to park this ship. That Vampire and her company wouldn't be back until it was well late in the evening.
That was how long she had been with these people. Enough to have noticed a pattern, which the girl likely was aware of, but couldn't care less. She might have been down here, but she wasn't truly trapped. There were no bindings, and she was given a fitting meal. Any attempts to leave only meant being chased by henchmen.
It was absolutely abhorrent that she wasn't good enough to even be brought in by the Vampire herself. Made her lackeys do her work, and going on about how what they did was out of her control. Just who was she expecting to fool? The purpose for even having her onboard still hadn't even been made clear to her either.
If it wasn't for this ship potentially being her ticket off of this planet, unless she wanted to try and steal from those Saiyans, she would have already blown the side of the ship at least once. The temptation to do so actually, was only further ignored because she wasn't a brute. There were far better ways to escape anyhow.
What plans she had to do so, was only interrupted by her own pacing. Every attempt she made, was one which she wanted to get farther away from. Stay out past the length of time of her previous attempts. She would be injured and forced to recover in their healing tanks, but it would be a waste of her time to just sit here.
Her tail swished from side to side as she stood up from the floor, having spent the good past hour tapping away. While relaxing for her to the point where it could easily go and induce her into a state of meditation, it clearly didn't have the effect she was hoping for, when it came to gathering the attention of those onboard.
A well built ship indeed, and modeled after the ones of home too. At least its exterior anyway. The ones she knew certainly had more comfort when it came to these floors. Talk about ouch. She made her way down the hall, tail continuing to swish behind her, as her head peeked out for view of anyone that was around.
That Supidoan was patrolling around here somewhere. Wouldn't take long at all for him to grab her and place her back in the cargo area. Though she had to admit after having to sit around like that, it was difficult not to be somewhat famished. He couldn't detain her until she at least had that right. Of course plans could also change if he happened to take too long for her liking. With those others just patrolling outside the ship, he was the only one who could prepare her something that she would deem was fitting.
Not exactly the best decision, leaving her tastes in the hands of a race that took pride in their speed, but she didn't have much of a choice, did she? They wouldn't use the word around her, but she knew herself to be a prisoner of war. Held captive for a rescue that she knew wouldn't be coming, lest the tourists took pity.
That was even more abhorrring than being weaker than everyone on this ship. She took these disgruntled thoughts with her as she snuck around the area, already knowing which way would lead towards the main exit. Her power was suppressed more than it already was in this form, which would help, though not by much.
She could feel that Supidoan's signature remaining in one spot, and frowned at how long she had truly been here, if she was already starting to know what their presence felt like. This wasn't the way that things were supposed to be. She was supposed to be traveling. Getting stronger. Not stuck on a planet of slugs and monkeys.
It was still rather unbelievable this planet had amounted to such a co-existence. Goes to show how weak they could be if they chose to stop all those loud and far-reaching transformation of theirs. Absolutely nothing like the kind of power her own people held. But that was to be expected from people with no better means for decades, but to just kill. Her movement around the ship was going rather well. A bit too much really. If this was the Vampire's influence, it would take much more to lull her into security.
She could see the corner that would lead to her exit just up ahead, having passed all of these rooms that could have held a decent army, but instead only a few clear allies of the girl. Just as carefully, she had taken a stride towards this last hall, growing closer until she was face to face with the doorway itself. Though before she could even step right outside the door, the pressure on the air had changed, and she found herself face to face with the Supidoan, who struck that unnerving pose of his so called entrance.
"You're quite troublesome, you know that?"
WC: 1,130 Wintera's (currently) suppressed PL: 56,800 which would be detected to be 5.
Chris had been adjusting to his rudimentary training sessions on this planet, both himself and Komatu needed to grow stronger, the only means of doing that was this level of training. They needed to be able to stand an actual living chance against Nasu. He wasn’t strong enough yet, and that was going off of how powerful Nasu was the last time they had met. Nasu had indeed grown much stronger and here he was himself. Stronger and yet still relatively far off from the level of power he was needing. The power they were going to need to defeat Nasu. If he could grow to become even stronger, reach a state stronger than his rage form...then their chances were easily accomplishable. What it would take for them was still unknown itself. He just...had to try at least. Try and grow stronger than he had ever reached before. It was all so hard...he couldn’t give up however. He just didn’t know how he was going to unlock his full potential. It was like a gap he just couldn’t grasp. How was he going to unlock this was a mystery of its own. He was supposedly the first Angelean to reach this far along the line. He didn’t have anyone to mentor him over his own racial powers. So how was he to unlock this on his own?
He felt a familiar energy approaching close. This ki felt so familiar and yet it had been so long since he had last met it...was it..Sinthe? It had been so long since he had met the anubian. Suppressing his own ki he quickly began to fly towards Sinthe. He was becoming very efficient with his own suppression, he could even launch attacks now without a hint of release. If he could keep going at this efficiency level. Maybe he could use these tactics against Nasu. As he silently approached near to the anubian, Chris listened to his statement and couldn’t help but smile internally a bit. “Well then how bout and Angelean who still owes you a pudding? Does that count as too much?” Chris would jokingly comment from behind his friend. “Good to see you again Sinthe. I trust you’ve been training hard?” Chris would say with his own ki still suppressed. He didn’t want to release all of his energy just yet. While he had been growing strong in his forms he had noticed that they had been using a considerable amount of energy. If he could fully master his ki control, then his own fights could last longer. That included not using the kaioken nearly as much or as hard. He needed to grow his own strengths, save the kaioken for moments of need. Still, it was good now to see an old friend again. “So Sinthe what brings you to a place like namek?” Chris couldn’t help but ask, curiosity getting the better of him. He was a bit curious on Sinthe’s own adventures since they had last separated ways.
Sinthe’s head whipped round at the sound of a familiar voice thankfully not actually in his head this time. While it was incredibly infuriating that Chris had managed to get the drop on him it wasn’t like he had a malicious bone in his body. Much as the Anubian was irked by it none of that reached his face, instead he smiled. ’You still have no manners I see, but by my count you owe me a bit more than just a pudding cup, I’m guessing that your fight went pretty well since all of your pieces are still attached. You’ll have to tell me what you needed it for some time.’ He had gotten a rough idea that Chris had wanted his energy for some attack or another but he’d never actually encountered any such technique and for him that was saying something. Weird stuff just sort of seemed to congregate around him despite his slightly more than standoffish demeanor.
’Oh you know,’ he began, standing and strolling over to the edge of his vantage, not really giving Chris much regard even as he addressed him. He didn’t see that he should if he wasn’t going to title him properly, even if he were quite interesting. ’Met another one of me, went to space, found a Demon, killed a planet, got hungry, got bored, came here. Same old, really. Not even really training hard, more like hardly training.’ He stooped, craning his neck and cocking his head at something barely there in his perceptions as he carried on more with himself than he was even talking to Chris at this point.
’Kind of what I’ve always done. Never really intend to end up somewhere in particular, but I always seem to end up exactly where I’d be most effective. Even that planet just sort of fell in to my lap. It’s a very liberating way to live, you should try it some time.’ Squinting a little he had established to his satisfaction that he wasn’t imagining things and that there actually was a… thing there that he was sensing, leading him to relate as much to his impromptu companion. ’As for this plateau, I think I’m here cause of that.’ He’d point in the rough direction of whatever it was that he’d picked up on, far too small to be any of the Saiyans and he would imagine also too small to be any of the Namekians if indeed their reputation was borne out by their reality.
It seemed like there was a third party here which he highly suspected, like he had, had come unbidden. WC: 441
That's what he was being reminded of. A planet that was hospitable like most, and catering more to a niche market of those who needed to disappear, than a planet that would be a vacation spot. Yet, he and captain had been there for many days, waiting for a war to break out. The burrows and trenches that were the homes of the population, could likely be flattened for something better. Something more. It just needed to be properly shaped. Normally, it would have been a job for him to do, faster than the population would be able to blink.
But the people were on the wrong side. That was what the captain had told him. The planet was to be sold, and the land was to be done with however the owner wanted it. Their mission was to gather the population together and get them off the planet. Which ones were able to pay to stay, was something to deal with when construction had started.
Even though that had been years ago, he was still able to see it as if it were yesterday. There was the expected struggling, with those who attacked he and captain, putting up quite the fight. Their bodies were more limber than he had thought, and slippery too. Almost got away from him a few times had he not been careful about what they could do.
He found the same was happening here on Namek. They had been here for numerous days, and it felt like they would hardly ever leave. What were they waiting for? How much longer would they be here? Questions he had on his mind, but would not ask. One thing not to do when on a squadron was to question a commander. He would stay here as long as the needed him to be, and do what they needed him to be. The enemy side was resilient, and just as easily able to slip away from his grasp if he wasn't careful about it. Or too careful.
He was told to capture the enemy if she were to escape again, but to tread carefully while doing so. There was nothing to fear, he has been told. Just something to be precautions about having their guest onboard when they returned back to earth. The Kold Demon was their guest, not a prisoner. That was what anyone who asked were supposed to believe was going on.
Leaning back in his chair where the controls of the ship where, he was facing the door. They had no cameras onboard, and the captain was very adamant about that. He would only know if the prisoner would escape, by doing what he could to detect the power levels in the area. It wasn't his forte. Speed was. But this duty was his, and his alone.
Those other two should be outside, patrolling, only involving themselves if they had a need to. But it was his duty to bring their guest back. His duty to make sure they were still onboard. The moment he had felt even the slightest change in the air, he would patrol the entire ship within reason, faster than their guest could say the name of their planet.
His eyes were closed, but his mind revealed the image of their guest. The Kold Demon's expression wasn't one that could be easily read. If his people's history with them was any indication, they were easily mistaken to be dissatisfied in times where they might actually be happy, or vice versa. The key was to pay attention to their eyes.
It was also very crucial to not allow their guest to transform. Difficult. Very difficult to bring back an unconscious Kold Demon in one of their other forms, and very painful to be hit by one. But their smallest form was easy to bring in, and easy to fight. Bringing them wasn't about being fair. That was reserved for training, not the duties he was assigned.
Though it had been subtle, easily missed if he had even shifted in his seat, the air had changed. Launching himself forward and out of the seat, this had been it. Another run with the Kold Demon, and well before the captain was back with the others. His body left after images behind him as he raced out of the control room and towards the signature.
It was slow moving, from what it felt like. Strength as low as a human too. It wasn't enough to just catch their guest in the act of leaving, but he had to also make a good entrance for it. He took a different turn from where the Kold was, body only getting faster as he went around the ship, only to suddenly appear dead in front where their guest was.
"The Great Dashie has arrived, faster than you can go bye."
The pose he struck with his words worked with slowing his body back down, while the Kold addressed him in a way that accused him of being trouble. He laughed. A hearty one. There were only two choices that their guest had. Either she had willingly returned back to where they had her staying, or they could do things the way they've been doing.
Though he had yet to even address this, the answer was given as he was struck by the tail, strong even in such a smaller form. He was pushed aside from the blow, and the door off the ship had been opened, allowing their guest the opportunity they wanted. The voices of his companions he was able to hear outside, calling for his attention.
As if he had received a second wind. A second drive. He has found himself standing back up again, and dashing out of the ship, where from the corner of his eye, he saw the other two had to jump back. Their guest had already gone from the looks of things, his eyes scanning the area but failing to find where the Kold was. Air or ground? It didn't truly matter, because he was here to find her faster than these two were able to guess what happened. He ran off again, body leaving behind various after images of himself, as he traveled by ground.
He could only hope the locals didn't fear his power.
WC: 1056 Thread PL, Lightning Body x4 Perm: 636,163
Inside a large spacecraft, a canine being of immense power was taking quite the nap. Ever since he had destroyed Planet Vegeta alongside his Anubian ally, Sinthe, Cervez had fallen into quite the sleeping spell. Sure he was awake for some hours to chat with his vassal and Sinthe but after that is was quickly back to sleep. It was starting to worry Samael a great deal but trusting that his Lord was just recovering his energy he didn't point it out nor tried to wake him up.
He looked outside one of the windows of the ship, seeing the greenery of what he was informed was called planet Namek, home to the Namekians, a race of slug-like people with the nifty ability of healing, stretchiness and also to create the Dragonballs. Which once he began to think about it, the Namekians could become one of the dangerous races that dotted the galaxy if all of them decided to pole their energies to create some sort of Super Dragon Balls, yet their supposedly pacific nature made that highly unlikely.
His ears twitched, hearing the voice of Lord Sinthe raging in the distance, an odd expression crossing his canine face as he wondered what could have caused the Anubian to spew such a diatribe like that. Shrugging his muscular shoulders, the Demonic Wolf padded towards the kitchen area, only to stop and stare at what he was seeing. "Oh no..."
It looked like a hurricane stepped through the kitchen areas, pantries were left open and empty boxes of food lay around the area with no care at all about their proper place once empty or even talking about hygiene. Samael palmed his face and whined under the back of his throat as he realized he'd have to wake his Lord to inform him of this issue. "I'm not looking forward to this..."
Steeling himself up, knowing that it was best to tell him now before he found it out on his own; Samael walked towards the sleeping quarters, soon enough easily finding the sleeping form of his Lord as he dozed off for the umpteenth time since some months ago. He approached slowly, like a prey stepping up to a larger predator and gently prodded the Anubian's shoulder, drawing an annoyed sleepy snort from Cervez.
"Just ten more years, please..." Cervez groaned, batting away the hand that was touching him as he rolled away from it, drawing a deadpan look from Samael. He tried again, more forceful this time. "Come on, Master. Wake the fuck up. The time for sleeping is over."
"Go away." There was a meaty thwack as Cervez's fist hit cleanly across Samael's cheek, drawing a startled yelp from the Demon Doge. Rubbing at his smarting cheek, Samael narrowed his eyes and decided to bring out the big guns. "Master, Sinthe raided the kitchen and ate all the food; nothing is left."
For one moment, everything was still, then the Anubian's eyes opened, appearing almost bloodshot as an eerie purple aura exuded from his body, the purple-furred jackal slowly stood up from his sleeping position, took a deep breath, and then...
"SINTHE!!!"
The roar was easily heard through all of Namek, or at least that it what it seemed like with the loudness of it. Leaving the sanctity of his ship alongside Samael, the purple-furred Anubian took to the skies and chased after his ally's energy signature with a crossed look on his face.
Once he had found him, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Sinthe, would you kindly explain to me why did you eat everything that was on the ship?" He tapped his foot against the ground as he waited for an answer, Samael respectfully keeping his distance from the two Anubians yet he eyed the Saiyan-ish looking individual standing close to Sinthe with a wary eye.
The Saiyan was not missed by Cervez once he realized they had an audience, he covered his embarrassment by clearing his throat before nodding at the Saiyan in acknowledgment. "Greetings, Saiyan. The name's Cervez, and that's my vassal, Samael. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Cervez's Thread PL: 230,768 Innate Power [x25 PERM]: 5,769,200 Samael's Thread PL: 161,538
“Well Sinthe I can tell you one thing, that power I used from you was indeed for an attack, not just any. It was an attack made entirely of the positive energies of not just you Sinthe, but the energies of everyone that was my friend across the entire universe. Without it I probably would have lost and the Kold Demons...extinct. I truly do owe you for helping that. When I thought I lost all of hope of chance, everyone, helped show me that it hadn’t died just yet. That last strike was what it took for me to beat the Saiyan King in one on one combat.” Chris would simply say, an explanation on where exactly Sinthe’s energy had went to. Chris had used it to defend the ideal he believed in, no matter how impossible it was. He truly hoped for a peaceful universe one day, despite the trials he would have to face.
Chris couldn’t help but smile for the anubian, it was good to see a friend again. However even hh couldn’t help but wonder on one thing. “Sinthe, what do you mean by that you killed a planet.” His words holding a strange tenseness to them as he slowly let loose his own power just slightly. Enough for just a light aura to begin covering him. Chris as much as he held hope for his friends. If one of them had even killed a planet, one with life. He couldn’t exactly stand morally right with that. Friend or not, if he held back it was always taken advantage of from him. He had to be strong, strong for Ulixes. Strong for his friends. Strong for his family. However right as sinthe mentioned his comment, Chris heard the very sounds of the other Anubian, a demonic looking wolf behind them, staying a reasonably respected distance. The anubian’s power however, it was strong indeed. Assuredly a point to maybe rival his rage form in its raw state. Interesting indeed. Still there was the fact of Sinthe’s comment, however he could feel the rising power of another strange force farther off. Normally he presumed it was some kind of saiyan, but this didn’t feel like a saiyan at all. Another race here? He couldn’t oppose, but he was also curious. However he needed to keep an eye on these two.
Before Sinthe could fully give an answer, Chris couldn’t help but release his power only a bit further, his hair spiking a bit, but staying black still. His energy however rising to a sensible point, still not his real power, he was suppressing it still even with transforming. This still wasn’t all of his power after all. However what he would do was simple, it was a swift and quick punch right towards Sinthe’s gut, simply for his comment on killing a planet. It wasn’t like he could take such a thing as a lightweight joke. “Heh Saiyan, I guess Sinthe hasn’t informed you, I’m no longer fully a saiyan.” Chris couldn’t help but say with a smirk as he would return to position. It was interesting to see where said events were going to lead towards next.
WC: 531 Suppressed PL Increased to 200,000
Using Celestial Boost (x2)
Trans Suppressed PL: 400,000
Launched a melee punch towards Sinthe’s Chest for 80,000
Sometimes Sinthe assumed that the universe was conspiring against him, probably for having blown up or rendered large swathes of it virtually uninhabitable in his younger, wilder days and it seemed as though his impulsive trip to Namek was to be just such a time. The lungs on that pup, he couldn’t help but think upon hearing his name bellowed across what must have been a good portion of this hokey little sphere. Not the way he usually liked to inspire shock and terror but whatever, he was having an off day. He was sure, however, that had Cervez not called out he’d have twigged pretty easily what the problem was. Considering that he could feel his compatriot hurtling towards him at a speed and power which implied something between mildly miffed and absolutely livid there were a limited number of root causes.
Soon enough indeed Cervez appeared in a blur… no, more a burst of motion, providing him with a much more valid question than the one which Chris had just then posed. Punctuating it with a cheap shot, albeit one which pretty much folded the Anubian in half and dropped him down to one knee, neither made the query more pressing nor less stupid. For that he could have used his words, but once a Saiyan always a dingbat he supposed. Speaking of which.
’Oof… I was hungry. Obviously.’ Despite the fact that he still couldn’t quite get back up yet there was still the usual undercurrent of haughtiness in his words and to be fair, it was the simplest and most obvious explanation. Well if they were insistent on asking him idiotic questions interspaced by violence then he certainly wasn’t going to start being accommodating.
’He’s weird,’ Sinthe clarified on behalf of Chris, standing up as he did so. ’And ungrateful and rude, but he’s good to have around. On occasion.’ Most people would stop digging when they reached rock bottom, Sinthe, as he normally did, broke out a pickaxe. Turning his nose up he sneered and croosed his arms as he carried on. ’Chris here and I were just catching up, but apparently he takes issue with how I choose to spend my time outside of aiding his asinine heroism.’ WC: 377 Received 80,000 Dmg ;-; ChrisCervez @rukia
The air around here was much more pleasant than she remembered, which was funny knowing how people felt about this place. Really hammered in how long these people had kept her on the ship, and in one of the warmest places they had no less. Her body was supposed to be kept cool. It unnerved her to no end what they had instead chose for her.
But rather than spend time loathing, it was better to enjoy what she had. There was no doubts on her mind that she was going to return as promptly as that oaf of a Supidoan could bring her in. Though she wasn't going to make it easy.
Heaven forbid that blue alien from not allowing her to enjoy herself while she could. The power levels in the air was much stronger than what she was used to feeling. But that was always going to be the case, knowing those monkeys were around. Always effortlessly able to grow in power with a little training, and not mention through nearly dying.
If her people had what they had, heaven already knows what they would do with that sort of power. Dominating the trading industry like they were supposed to, with absolutely no challengers to go and contest them.
Vampires, she knew she was going to make sure were no longer a thing. The number of times that girl had fed off of her blood, sickened her so. Completely barbaric and similar, but different from how she knew those Saiyans were fine eating people they conquered raw of all things. Yet the brunette still wanted her to believe that they were cultured. How having her around, was better than conditions of the aliens she knew her people enslaved in the past.
The Vampire was preaching to the wrong choir, if she wanted to be convincing. Was always going to be wrong in her eyes, so long as she was able to stand and try hitting the girl. Because even though it had only been a few days, she already knew the brunette liked showing she was better. Didn't matter the others went through the same.
She wasn't the type to be looked down on in such a way. Never was, and it always seemed much harder than it really was, to be polite about it. Good lord she was going to enjoy a few hours of not having to see any of those idiots.
But first she just had to cover herself from one of these power levels. It was amazing in the first place that she was able to fly this far without being detected. Even if she was suppressing her power as low as she could.
There were several rather big power levels within the area, two of which she was reminded of the best on her planet. At least when they were going all out anyway. Neither of these really felt as if they were fighting like the others around here. Though she wasn't looking to be caught in one anyway. Not when a healing tank was so far.
If there was one good thing about the Vampire, it was that. Here's hoping these people could be civil. She knew how they could feel with the long history her people had with them. Always fighting, and one side being a lesser.
She had gotten there as quick as she could, which even with a power level that barely even passed her fifty percent power, was still faster than a human could ever hope. Hovering only slightly lower from the air, she was close enough to be seen, but could still fly away if she needed to. Quite a bit an interesting pair of faces here.
A cat and two dogs wearing the most outdated pieces she had ever seen, with the Saiyan having a power level that was much lesser than one of said dogs. True, he wasn't really blonde right now, but it still amused her.
"Gentlemen, sorry to interrupt. If you can spare the time, I could use assistance in sending a persistent Supidoan, back to the ship he came from."
With the grace that she was supposed to carry, her arms were lightly crossed over the other, with some gesturing in the direction she came from, interrupting what posture she could form while hovering up in the air. She was already finding her attempt to be a bit irritating, though didn't show it on her face, as best as she was able to.
A misunderstanding would make things a rather rocky start.
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