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Tarro and Rensu flew for some time until they reached their destination. Tarro had been fairly quiet during the journey - amazed at Rensu's ability to keep up with him. The lad had potential that Tarro wasn't even sure he realized. "He might just be a diamond in the rough... a real Saiyan warrior that could keep up with me and Carva...,"the former Elite thought to himself with a smirk. He just needed some real guidance. He was sure that Tarro could help him out with that. Make him into a real warrior - help him fight like a Saiyan should. But right now they were just supposed to talk. He wanted to get to know this little Saiyan a little better.
Touching down in the city's docking bay - Tarro led the young Saiyan towards his spaceship. Most of the Saiyans had settled into quarters on their new planet, but Tarro was still currently in the middle of settling inside of his spaceship was accommodated much like living quarters. It was rare for him to have company on his spaceship - usually leaving it as a crashing pad for resting and eating alone. He usually spent most of his time outdoors or in establishments in the city. But he was hoping to be in private with the young Saiyan. He had serious questions for the lad that he felt were better disclosed outside prying eyes. He had suspicions that needed clearing up.
The kid's demeanor was a bit naive for a Saiyan of the Galactic Kingdom. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was a spy for the alliance. Would the Alliance stoop to the level of sending in children though?
The spaceship was a bit spacious though the ceiling was not very large. He had a semi-circular crashing pad for sitting (and sleeping) with a bunch of pillows in one corner. In one corner was a refrigerator with a built-in countertop. A door leading to the control room where he could pilot or just put in coordinates to another planet. He had some modifications to make to the new ship. A medbay and other things. It could also use some expanding to fit more people on board. But it was fine for the former Elite. "Sit down kid. Make yourself at home while I grab us some drinks. You're a little young for alcohol - how old are you again?" he asked as he went to open the refrigerator. He pulled out some Imeckian Lemonade that was rather refreshing and two glasses. He poured them out, his hand slipping a little as he over-poured his just a bit. Tarro elected to ignore it however - leaving the mess for later.
Walking on over to Rensu - he extended a single hand with the lemonade to the lad. "You're not half-bad as a fighter, kid. I see a future for you if you keep your head on straight and listen to the right people. How long have you been fighting anyway? Has anyone taught you before?" he asked him.
Heavy Weights on.The flight towards Mr. Tarro's ship was a taxing one. They had been flying for so long, he thought they'd never get to their destination. Well, ever. Truth be told, he was more than relieved to find that they reached the ship before the sun had been put to rest behind the moon. Tarro's speed was something fierce, too. The difference between he and Ren were more than apparent. But, at last. They reached Saiya's docking center. A number of ships and space crafts were abundant. Laid out and scattered alike. Many of them were similar. But, Tarro's was different. It was winged, and not a simplistic pod or orb per se. Ren's jaw tightened as he and his superior landed and entered the man's home.
Ren walked in silently. Not a peep out of the young man. He knew that Tarro had some questions, but not what was in store. He hadn't a clue that his elder was suspicious of him. Let alone had a thought that maybe, just maybe, he was a potential spy. Then again. He couldn't blame the veteran. Rensu knew he was much more soft than his kinship and superiority. He couldn't exactly help it. By Human standards, he was possibly scum. The lad had no issue killing his opponents and snapping his enemies intwine. However, he gave too many chances. He let enemies crawl away. He let them regain stamina and possibly give him more trouble than necessary. Agh. He huffed and found himself taking a seat as per Tarro's instruction. Holding his lemonade and inspecting it. Imeck? Huh. Now that was foreign.
"Uh about thirteen years. Since I could walk. Thank you, by the..uh..way. And the only person to teach me so far has been Carva. Why do you ask, Mr. Tarro?"
Tarro listened to the kid as he answered his question. He noticed the kid's quietness upon entering the establishment. It was clear he felt weirdly out of place with the veteran Saiyan, and he couldn't blame him. They were both strangers to one another. Tarro took a few sips of his lemonade - the refreshing cold liquid going down. He loved this stuff. His time on Planet Imecka was good to him. Giving out a satisfied sigh at the end of his taste - the elder Saiyan chuckled at the kid's response. "Since you could walk huh? Well that's good to know," he said while leaning against the counter with his drink still in his hand. "It means you've been fighting for awhile. You have some level of experience out there - unlike some of the Saiyans who've entered our camp," he said with a proud grin. The Saiyan then chuckled this time a bit more obnoxious when he name dropped Carva. "Carva's been teaching you? That lad needs to be taught himself. His reputation as a 'beast' proceeds him. He's got a high power level, but zero fighting sense to go with it. I'd be careful with that one if I were you, kid," he said while taking another sip of his lemonade.
"I've only just begun fighting again myself so you and I both have some training to do. We've got to be in top shape if we're going to rebuild our fallen race. Especially with our enemies only getting stronger..."
The kid asked him why he wanted to know. It was a fair question. "I'm asking because I see potential in you. You're still a kid and yet you're already more skilled than some adult Saiyans I've known. How high is your power level when you're not wearing that heavy gear?" he asked him with a smirk. He knew about the weighted clothing. It was standard Saiyan practice to wear weighted clothing to build up the strength of their youth. Coupled with gravity training and their own natural aptitude, the Saiyans produced some of the finest warriors in the galaxy.
"About eighty-one thousand. Give or take." The boy replied with ease. He was surprised that his elder could see through his weighted ruse. It probably came with age. Most of his kinship figured his weighted strength was his maximum. Unaltered, by limitations put on himself for himself. Ren sat back in his seat, feeling more relaxed now that the questions were rolling out. He hated sitting idle and in silence at the same time. It made him feel...odd. Shifting a bit, Ren chuckled a bit too. Tarro seemed to have his own grievances over Carva and his method of handling things.
"Yeah. He's a cocky one. Right. I'll definitely watch my step around him. Don't wanna catch anything contagious of his." Ren nodded and watched Tarro. His eyes careful and making sure to express his neutrality. The lad opened and closed his free hand a few times. It felt pretty good to be complimented and told he was better than most for once. A smile almost staining his lips.
Tarro almost spat out his drink. How was the boy’s power level was so high? Even in weighted gear that seemed a bit unbelievable. He should have been putting up a little better of a fight in that case. The elite believed him though - though his brief dilation of his eyes might have tipped the boy off as to that feats worth. “So. We’ve got ourselves a prodigy eh?” he asked rhetorically, coupled with a smirk. Tarro stood up straight, finishing the last of his lemonade before placing it on the counter. “Good for you. You’re certainly stronger than even I was at your age. Keep it up and you might just surpass all of us haha,” he said with a chuckle. “Not that any of us will just let you. I certainly won’t,” he said with a grin. It was a rare sight to see Tarro laughing these days. Maybe this kid just brought out a spark of something in him. Maybe it was life. Or maybe it was just nostalgia that would pass with time.
He kind of reminded him of his youth. Quiet. Cheeky. With a temper that sometimes fluctuated out of control and ruined his battle sense. “As for Carva- I mean both in emulating him and dealing with him in general. They call him a beast for a reason. He’s not likely to take your talent well. If you soar too high you might end up making him nervous,” Tarro explained. And when that happened he feared what the beast would do. He wasn’t very well kept together, even as far as Saiyan standards went. Tarro didn't know just how far the beast would go...
"Erm, hold it. Prodigy, no. I mighta' overshot, by twenty or so. Don't get it twisted, I'm not that amazing, okay?" Rensu shifted in his seat and sat forward, raising a hand and moving it left and right. As if he was saying "No, no!" He wasn't a liar, it was just getting his head knocked from solid surface to solid surface when his brain wasn't even finished developing had an effect on talking and precise numbers. His face had gone hot for a moment, embarassed at his error in self judgement. He was more Human-like with how he handled being flustered and errors like this. He really needed to sort himself out and find his inner Oozaru, or something! Whatever it took. The boy nibbled on his lower lip slightly as he listened and prepared for Tarro's potential response could be. He did listen, though.
"Hm. Like I said. Don't get it twisted. No one is gonna let me pass 'em. But I have a feeling, something in my stomach, that I'll be break the veil and be stronger than anyone else." It seemed as if a short burst if testosterone flashed through the lad there. "It'd be an honor to have you 'round when it does happen, Mr. Tarro." Ren smiled, now. Relaxing in his seat and sitting back casually. His glass raised and brought to his lips. A sip taken and bringing his overall lemonade down by a margin. As he listened to Tarro's overview of Carva, he continued drinking. His head tilted and brow raised. He was genuinely interested in what he heard. The Beast? He thought that was just something Carva coined for himself.
"I'll be honest, Mr. Tarro," Ren placed his glass down and smirked. "We get stronger with every fight. If it takes fighting someone as strong as him, then some strength and courage might rub off on me. Don't you think?"
Tarro raised an eyebrow as Rensu suddenly began freaking out at his praise. He’d never know a lad who rejected a compliment so harshly. He decided to ignore it however, his grin ever present as he listened to the boy ramble. “Aye learn how to take a compliment, kid. That’s still a high power level for a squirt like you. You’re strong enough to handle a Brenchian or two by yourself,” Tarro said with a chuckle. For a kid that wasn’t bad. He was shaping up to be one of their strongest soldiers if he kept his head on straight and kept on with his growth rate. He found the boy’s humbleness amusing and endearing however. Carva was one of those Saiyans who had had too much praise thrown his way his entire life, making him the unlikeable oaf that he was. He had a constant aura of cockiness and a vibe of self-importance that put off many of his brethren (especially Tarro). It was nice to see a kid without those qualities.
It’s what would help him learn and improve. “Ya know you might be right, Rensu,” he said, his tone sounding sincere and amused. “Aye if that day does come I’ll be pissed to see it. I don’t like losing. But at least it’ll be to someone who I can respect,” he said with a grin this time, the words rather true yet kind. Tarro went on over to the pitcher and got a second glassful of lemonade after they spoke of the beast. Sipping his glass once more as he listened to the kid’s reply, Tarro’s face grew rather serious. His face was rather blank of expression as his eyes calmly stared at the kid. “You should always be honest with me, lad. I’m one of the few Saiyans here who you can actually rely on to have your back. With so few of us left, sticking together is important. Not all of these dumbasses realize that however…,” he said softly. “Aye training with Carva might toughen up your spirit, which is why you should do it. I’m only suggesting you watch your back with you do. I don’t trust him,” he said.
And he wouldn’t elaborate further. He wasn’t at that level of trust with the kid yet to speak of his fellow officers freely. What he had said would suffice.
"Oh. And it's just Tarro. Drop that 'Mr.' crap. I'm not an old man yet," he commanded following up with a rather cheeky smirk.
The young man laughed, too. Tarro had found his embarrassment silly and unneeded. But what could he do? "Heh. Sorry, it's just a new concept for me. It isn't very often I get compliments like that. Especially from my elders and elites. I'll work on learning how to just take praise without second guessing or doubting it." Ren shook his head as one would in a conversation. His expression simple and fully relaxed at last. He chuckled as Tarro mentioned how he could handle himself against a Brench or two. He was confident even in himself that he could take out a few of those bastard speedsters by himself. That was their biggest and only talent. They could run fast- But any Saiyan with efficient training could outrun and blitz them easy! Rensu believed it!
"Even if it happens, I'll be the same old me. Well, I'll probably- hopefully- be more matured and serious. But I'll have my humility in check. No one likes a show off, right?" Rensu shrugged his shoulders. He was surprised to hear Tarro agree and even say that he too found it quite plausible as a possibility. "Stronger or not, I think your experience will beat out mine. So, more methods of how to kick my ass will just follow you, haha!" The teenager half joked. He was a little serious. Tarro would only obtain more and more combat knowledge as the years went by. That was just common sense, though. He'd raise a brow and agree with Tarro's next line of dialogue. "Absolutely. But you'd have to watch your back anyways, right? Carva just seems to need an extra layer of caution. I'll keep that in mind," Ren nodded.
Tarro shrugged at Rensu’s comment. “Most Saiyans are too proud to give praise. Or they think it makes someone weak. I think a little praise is a good thing for a fighter, while too much praise creates ego. And I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of that from Carva,” Tarro said with a chuckle, floating on his back in mid-air with his energy. Tarro took another sip of his lemonade.
“Aye my experience isn’t bad. I’ve fought quite a lot of battles even for someone my age. I have a lot of catching up to do though…. I’m not as strong as I used to be. Well technically I’m stronger since I became a Super Saiyan, but my fighting technique and sense has dulled quite a bit. I used to be much more polished as a fighter,” he explained with a frown. He truly did hate how he had fallen so out of grace. He truly had a lot of work to do. “I’m hoping that with every fight I can start to get it all back. Or maybe even be better than I once was….,” he said.
The kid seemed to take what he said to heart. “Alright, Rensu. Would you like something to eat? Keep in mind it’s rude to say no to a superior officer,” he said with a leer, messing with the kid even though truthfully he didn’t care either way. Scaring younglings was fun. Or maybe Tarro was honestly just mean…
Rensu nodded at Tarro's justification over giving praise. "Right. To each their own, I guess." The boy shrugged as well. Tarro wasn't wrong, not at all. There was a general idea among Saiyans that if you give too much or even any compliments to your fellow Saiyan, they'd either take it to their head and get weak or become even weaker than normal. It was a weird society these warriors lived in. But it was just that: a society of warriors.
"Ah you can do it, Mister- Tarro. You'll be able to get as strong, or stronger, than a lot of us if you just keep at it. I believe in you, so you can do anything. Right? Something like that?" Ren smiled and gave a thumbs up. His head nodding eagerly. "Absolutely. What's for eats?" He asked.
Tarro searched through his fridge to see just what he could figure out for their dinners. Or was it lunch? Tarro wasn’t even sure what time it was - he had been so distracted all day and hadn’t gotten used to this time zone yet. As he searched through the refrigerator he heard Rensu’s praise. It… was weird. But he found it endearing. “Alright I think I’ve finally found something,” Tarro called out to him from the fridge with a light chuckle. “Have you ever had Tigris Meat, Rensu? It’s a jungle planet I visited once - with some very exotic animals with some pretty interesting meat. I can make steaks out of some of their more… fierce creatures,” he said. Truthfully it was quite good. He’d had it once or twice before in the past. It was just such a pain in the ass to hunt them on Tigris. They were fast and could camouflage with the jungle environment.
It’s what made them so rare and worth it though. He was sure the younger lad would enjoy them. Tarro began to put them in the grilling mechanism of the spaceship - setting the settings just right after seasoning it with his own special recipe. It would make their flavor even more amazing with a mix of spices and salts. He waited as they sizzled, turning around to face Rensu with a chuckle. “Can’t say much for the Earthlings, but their technology sure is damn good. Would have been a lot more work under normal circumstances,” he said, his face grinning with merriment.
Rensu sat in his seat as comfortably as he could. Waiting on food was certainly a mission in on itself. However, the moment Tarro called out that he found something, the boy snapped his fingers and smiled. "Hey alright! What is it?" The lad called. Listening out for what it could've been. "Tigris meat? Tigris, Tigris...ah, no. No I've never." He shook his head and folded his arms. He forgot those things even existed. He rarely took expeditions to their planet, and he never really hunted them in the first place.
"Yeah. Earth's had some great inventions, I hear." Rensu nodded. "How long til we can eat?"
Tarro was quiet as the meats did their thing. Tarro was simply thinking to himself - the former Elite's facial expression rather stoic with a rather sharp focus . Tarro hadn't done enough training today for sure, but after the last few days of pushing himself he supposed one day of relaxing wouldn't be too bad. He was still figuring out his regiment after all. And he hadn't heard back from Tomina yet on their training schedule. The black haired Saiyan simply tapped against his forearm with one of his fingers as they both stood around waiting. Rensu asked them when it would be ready. The Elder Saiyan looked at him, and then shifted his gaze back on over to the device. "I estimate it'll be about... ten minutes? The device works fairly fast haha," he said with a shrug.
"So Rensu. Who are your parents? Is there a chance I might know them?" he asked with a quizzled brow. He was rather curious about it after all. What two Saiyans could have created such a gifted young fighter as Rensu? It had to be someone of high birth, no? That was the assumption after all - blood usually determined potential. But sometimes potential was superseded with effort he recalled. Komatsu surely came a long way despite all of his failures ( though the thought of that idiot popping into his mind striked a nerve for what appeared to be a split second). Tarro didn't like thinking baout the failure. Not one little bit.
Rensu watched curiously as Tarro spectated the meats. It seemed the elite was more interested in the cooking process of their eats than he was discussing the potential and story behind his youthful guest. The kid smiled as he leaned back in his seat. Balacing on the hind legs of the chair and keeping himself busy. He did issue an annoyed groan at Tarro’s response however. “Ten minutes,” He repeated. “That's like...a billion years in Saiyan years!” An exaggeration, but it had some truth. Time worked strangely on Saiyans. They aged quicker but then became visually stagnant in age. As if they grew, then paused on aging, then resumed when they were deemed elderly. Then again, they were aliens after all. The rules didn't exactly apply to them, if ever! Rensu wore an innocent and gentle smile. It probably made Tarro sick.
But, once Tarro asked of Rensu’s lineage, his smile faded. Instead, a taxed and thoughtful expression lined his features. A finger brought up ans prodding his lower lip a number of times. “My folks?” Rensu didn't exactly know them. Had he been totally honest, all he knew were the first letters of their names and that was about it. “My old man was a lowbie Saiyan, I know that. I think his name began with a G. Goubo or Gouba. Somethin’ like that.” Rensu said, unsure of himself. “My mom's name began with an A, that I know. She was an elite, I think. Argula..Arugal? I ‘unno.” The teen shrugged. He had no clue of whether Tarro knew these names or not. He shook his head regardless,though he seemed unbothered. “As you can guess, I didn't know my old folks. But it's okay. I can grow by myself.” He insisted. “How's the meat coming?”
Tarro frowned at Rensu’s childish outburst. He really was young. His parents would have whipped him good for being impatient and complaining. Tarro had a strict upbringing. His parents were soldiers and raised him as such. Discipline was a priority. But Rensu seemed to be lacking much of the nurturing and discipline that a soldier of the Saiyan Galactic Kingdom needed. He was soft, ignorant, and undisciplined. He needed to be indoctrinated. He’d make sure Tomina knew what to do, as that was something she was a little better at. For now he would make sure the boy had someone he could trust to guide him. The kid would need someone to turn to when he was confused about all these new things. Carva, Tomina, Nasu. All of them would be rough on the child as they had to shape him into the man he was going to have to become. All of that would take its toll. He’d make sure Rensu didn’t grow hateful of his surroundings and get totally resentful of them. “It’ll be ready when it’s ready. You wouldn’t want to catch an infection from this meat, would you?” he asked with an eyebrow. Truthfully it wouldn’t be that bad if it was a little undercooked - but discipline was still needed. Scaring the child by insinuating he could get sick by being impatient would help him condition Rensu into waiting. He then listened to the boy’s story about his parents… or rather the lack of one. The names that he spoke of seemed unfamiliar to the Saiyan Elite. Perhaps either he didn’t know them or guess them well enough or they were in another section that he had never interacted with. There did use to be quite a few more Saiyans. “That’s a shame. I’d be dying to know if it were me… perhaps Nasu will know something if you earn a chance to ask him…,” he said with a nod.
At the question about the meat - Tarro ignored him. Rensu was just going to have to be patient.
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