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(OOC: Chronologically this thread takes place after "A Requiem For The Fallen".) \ Tomina had spent some time alone in her quarters for a bit. Some alone time was warranted, given everything that had happened. She had become much stronger then other before. It came at the expense of her pride and a loss for it to happen though. What’s worst, Saiya had been completely destroyed while they were away. Now what remained of the SGK no longer had a home.
<I thought we defeated the demons when we took over Saiya. We killed Nakiya and the other major opponents we fought there. So how could all of this have happened? Did Nakiya had some sort of contingency plan that we weren't aware of? Did we underestimate her remaining forces? Did they get help from others? That damn android disappeared along with our world. I'm sure it played some part in its destruction. Damn it all!>
Eventually though, Tomina decided that she didn’t like being alone right then. She grabbed a large bottle of whisky and two small glasses, walking through the hallways with purpose. Tomina stopped in front of a door, staring at it for a few seconds before tapping her foot against it a couple of times. There was only one person that she wanted to talk to right now.
“Tarro! It’s me! Open up, and don’t keep a girl waiting!”
The former Saiyan Elite had been in his own quarters leaned up against the walls of the spaceship. Tears were in his eyes flooding out as the news hit him hard, perhaps the hardest of everyone on board. After working so hard, after training so furiously his people were once again brought even further to extinction. All his effort thrown to the wayside and further killing what little soul he had left. By some fucking bullshit circumstance someone had taken about every life on the planet save for a handful of survivors. He had questioned the idea of relying on such primitive tactics in rushing Earth with the bulk of their forces - and now more than ever he had wished he had said something. Tarro felt sadness, an overwhelming despair for his falling race. His loved ones were gone, his home was gone. And in a few decades they would be gone as well unless the Dragon Balls could be procured by Komatsu and the Saiyan Alliance. But even that was a long shot. Everything seemed hopeless. Everything seemed broken.
Aye. Tarro felt an overwhelming despair. But there was one emotion that was even stronger for the Super Saiyan. The feeling of rage, of anger. The desire for vengeance on both the Android, and anyone who dared to help her. The Demons, Jarvis's forces. The Earthlings. Whoever was responsible for this would feel his wrath. The Wrath of all the Saiyans. "They will all pay! I will make them all suffer!" Tarro shouted angrily - throwing a glass against the wall of the ship. A cracking sound resonating. It took all of the restraint in the Saiyan not to go Super Saiyan right now. This ship was not meant to withstand their power levels at maximum force. "What's the point of moving forward now... what's even left for us...," he muttered to himself softly in the form of a whisper, sitting on the floor defeated. He just wanted to sit there, and stay for awhile. He broke his promises. Once again. He wanted to protect the Saiyans. He wanted to avenge all their deaths. And yet the death toll was rising with every passing moment.
He had to catch his breath. It was just. It was all too much. Too many emotions coursing through him all at once. Everything he had been suppressing since joining the Kingdom. His rage, his despair, his guilt, his shame, his doubt. They were all swirling inside and he couldn't hold them back anymore. He had pushed them aside in an attempt to focus on his training, with his only focus being on his rage to motivate him through his training. But now they were bursting out and he didn't know how to control it. The fight on Earth had stirred so much emotion back. The death of his comrades, the fear of losing Tomina, and the fear of almost killing Hotato. What was he going to do now? Hope seemed like a stranger. A concept as foreign as the Gods themselves.
And it was at that moment that Tomina knocked on his door with her foot. He turned his head toward the door, his dried tears fading though the redness in his eyes did nothing to hide the evidence. Not even possessing the will to stand - Tarro called out "The door's open," he informed her.
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Last Edit: Oct 26, 2017 16:41:23 GMT -5 by Tarro: Retconned due to IC error
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Tomina was already tucking both one of the glasses and the bottle of whisky under one of her arms even before Tarro even answered her. She knew that she wasn’t going to be denied entry. Tomina entered the room, the door automatically closing behind her. Tomina took note of the shattered glass scattered around, and Tarro’s position on the floor. From how red his eyes were, it was clear that he had been crying.
Tomina hated it when Saiyans showed signs of weakness like that. She was willing to put up with more if she was aiming to get something out of a particular interaction. The last time he was in a slump like this had been when they first met. Now that he was a part of her squad, she was going to be much harder on him. At least, that’s how she normally treated this kind of behavior. Yet that wasn’t what happened.
“I came here because I needed someone to talk to. Although you look more miserable than me right now. Looks like I’m going to have to be the man in things and console you. Times like this are what alcohol was made for, so come over her and drown yourself in booze instead of tears.”
Tomina moved over to the bed, sitting down on it and setting the two glasses down next to her. She popped the cork off the bottle with a flick of her thumb, raising one glass and pouring the whisky into it.
“You know, you should treat life lessons like fighting techniques. When you learn them, don’t forget them. Do you remember what I told you the first time we met? You shouldn’t have the time to wallow in self pity in such an undignified matter. You look like a toddler who cut himself on glass before bawling his eyes out. Seriously, you look like you’re about to shit your pants.”
Tomina sat the first glass down, pouring the contents of the bottle into that one too. She wasn’t looking at Tarro, her eyes focused on pouring the drink while she conversed with her subordinate. It didn’t look like he was going to be punished for his behavior.
“This is far from the first time that this has happened to our race. But we’ve come back from this kind of thing before. It isn’t over until there’s no Saiyan left to fight. If we let our emotions completely consume our rational thought, then it truly is over for all of us.”
Tomina sat the bottle down on the headboard of the bed, taking one of the glasses and holding it out for Tarro. She was looking at him somberly. She was still talking with her usual wit, but it was tinged with other emotions. Tomina wasn’t going to try and hide how she felt right now. In this room, at this time, she was showing herself to a fellow comrade.
Tarro wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. He needed a private moment to just absorb the news - to be away from the other Saiyans. Of course this hit harder for him than most. None of the others on the ship save for Miso himself were present on Natto when Jarvis attacked. When he decimated the Saiyans the first time. That had only been a year ago at most - and now the same thing had happened all over again. By some divine intervention the planet was destroyed in the one week where it's defenses were lowered and minimized. No one should have known the Saiyans were going to Earth. Hell. Tarro barely knew they were heading out until they already had! Yet someone strong enough to crush the leftover forces on the Planet had crushed the Kingdom's Saiyans and left nothing of worth behind. It wasn't about conquest. Just slaughter and destruction. Nasu and Kinoko weren't the only ones with a child. Several Saiyans had had offspring to protect and grow. But they were all killed with the Planet. Imagining their deaths- the light fading from their faces. It was so brutal, so cruel. And it only made Tarro's hatred grow stronger, more fierce. His energy beginning to stain itself in Negative Energy- dancing along the edge of the precipice. Nasu. Komatsu. They were both common fools whose honor had hurt the Saiyan Race. Komatsu had failed Natto by being too soft and passive. Nasu had failed Saiya by being too aggressive. thus leaving their people defenseless. Both had proven themselves as poor excuses for rulers- both had proven they were going to lead the Saiyans into doom.
What was he to believe in? This Kingdom was doomed to fail. The Alliance was doomed to fail. The Saiyans were doomed to fall.
In a sea of anger, sorrow, and doubt - Tomina was probably the only one he could listen to. The only one who could reach him. Just as she had when they first met. As she entered he could feel her disappointment with the look of her eyes as she stared at him. This was the most vulnerable he had let himself be, at least since they had first met anyway. Suppressing his emotions and focusing on the fight. Focusing on his training. On his rage. But here he was again with everything flooding out and he didn't even know what to do with himself. She spoke of needing someone to talk too, but his pitiful state making that hard for her to talk. He didn't care about his own appearance. Tonight was a special occurrence. For negative reasons of course.
"I suppose a drink beats the vacuum of space..," he said softly as he stared at her pour. "Is today the day you try to prove you can drink more?" he asked as she poured, as per the usual smart remark. But even without psychic powers one could tell that he wasn't exactly in a jokey mood. He was a little broken. Maybe even more than a little. This was all his best attempts to maintain appearances, despite all the evidence to the contrary. He stayed quiet at her attempts to coach him, not feeling the need to correct her. He didn't care about himself. He wasn't feeling sorry for himself. "I can assure you I don't intend to go into another spiral, if that's what you're worried about," he said quietly. He had far too much to do now to let himself fall that far again. With so few Saiyans - he couldn't afford to waste his life. He would avenge them. He would honor them. Even if he himself had to break his own honor to accomplish that.
"I got ears. If you need to talk, then talk," he said.
He just had to let it all out. The anger, the sadness. He didn't need more of her shielding, her coaching. Nothing she said would make him feel better. "You can bullshit Rensu and Carva. You're not going to get anything past me though," he said, staring into her eyes directly now with his own. She was feeling the same emotions as he was. She had to be. She just refused to open up about it. She was being stubborn again. He took a sip of the whiskey in his glass.
The look in her eyes said it all. "We're a warrior race. But even we can only take so much,"he said with a frown.
"Without the Dragon Balls... our race will die," he said.
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Well, at least Tarro was bouncing back and trying to put up a strong font with his usual snark. Still, even if it was mostly a front, Tomina wasn’t going to let that kind of banter slide.
“What, you want to do a drinking contest now of all times? This would be as high stakes as it gets for you. With your current frame of mind, you could easily drink yourself to death. I wouldn’t stand a chance against you right now. This isn’t going to be a competition: we just need to drink.”
Tomina noted now quiet he had gotten when he said he wouldn’t fall off the wagon again. She didn’t need to make any comment on it: she believed what he said, so that was all there was to that. But then Tarro called her out on her demeanor using a very bold choice of wording it. Tomina started back at him, her usual cocky demeanor fading. Her voice came out almost as soft as Tarro’s had been earlier.
“Rensu and Carva… they’re two more failures in my life. Although Rensu was a lost cause from the beginning. I needed more time and would have had to use more brutal techniques to mold him to be a proper warrior. Techniques that the Kingdom wouldn’t approve of and that I wouldn’t want to do unless I had to. I did everything right with Carva’s training. I assumed they were competent enough to know that orders are absolute.”
Tomina raised the glass to her lips, taking a couple of gulps out of the strong alcohol. She didn’t drink all of it in one go though: there was still more than half left. She lowered the glass down, turning it in her fingers. She looked down, her eyes focused on the container she was shifting around in her hands.
“They weren’t brought up as proper Saiyans though, and left for Earth without authorization out of selfish impulses. I don’t know what drove Carva to partake in that foolishness, but Rensu wanted to explore other worlds. Self-goals are important, but it should never come at the expense of your allies. They forsakened the Saiyan race to do what they wanted to do. One of them died as a result and the other one fled like a coward with his tail between his legs All that effort was for nothing! A large part of why I slept with Carva was to put him in my camp. Without that, all it amounts to just another night with a male Saiyan who didn’t know his place. Tch, what a farce!”
Tomina tilted her head back, raising her glass, downing what was left in the glass with one fluid motion. She let in a sharp intake of breath, her body tilting forward as she set the glass next to her hip. She stared at Tarro sharply, locking her gaze on her fellow comrade.
“I’d normally beat the living shit out of anyone who talks to me like that. You’re a bold one who takes calculated risks. That’s one of the reasons I like you: you don’t just charge into things blindly. Besides, you’re right in this case. You’re the first person to see through me. You’re the only person I fully trust at this point, so I’ll cut the crap and give it to you straight. You might regret peering too far into the well though.”
Tomina reached over and snatched the bottle of whisky from the headboard. She poured more whisky into her glass. She watched the liquid fill the cup until it was up to the brim. Her eyes shifted once again to Tarro, not even looking at the bottle as she set it down back where she had gotten it. There was no trace of her usual nonchalant, arrogant sense of humor. She was cold and direct when talking with Tarro.
“The loss on Earth, Saiya burning, those invoke the same anger that the rest of the SGK feels. Although I don’t feel sadness for the loss of any of the Saiyans who died. The truth is that I threw away Saiyan comradery after the Alliance Empire war. I fight for the sake of our race itself. I will do whatever it takes to restore our race, save for anything that breaks my most important values. You’re where I was eight years ago. Well, close enough to understand how I felt anyway. I had to fight and kill people who were once my comrades. Everyone I cared about died in the blink of an eye. It hurt…it hurt so much. The pain… was far greater than anything an enemy could inflict to me. Not even Caesar can do anything to match what I felt on that day.”
The images from the past were once again pushing themselves to the surface. The destruction had Saiya had triggered memories that Tomina had managed to keep under lock until now. Tomina’s hands shook as she raised the glass of whisky to her lips, using both hands to support it. She downed the entire thing slowly, drowning herself completely in it. She tried lowering it, but it slipped from her fingers and fell from the bed. Tomina grasped her head with both hands, hanging her head low as tremors ripples throughout her body.
“Saiya didn’t hurt do the significance that Vegeta had. But losing another home world is dragging me back into the past. I remember it all vividly, like if happened yesterday. Natto was a monster. No good person would have put me through the agony that I went through. Every time I killed a former comrade, I felt as though a sword pierced my body. When I learned that everyone important in my life had died, a hundred burning knives stabbed me all at once, searing my flesh and blood. When the person I cherished the most died… I could feel my heart being ripped out of my chest. The Saiyan who did this to me was a former squad member…”
Her entire body was shuddering now. Tomina lowered one arm to her side while reaching out the other one towards the bottle of whisky. She grasped it firmly, but her hand was trembling so much that she dared not to lift it. Her head hung low to the ground, her voice wavering as she struggled to continue on.
“He didn’t even mean to hurt her. He was trying to kill me. Karen… she… she got in front of the blast to protect me. Her barrier wasn’t enough to fully stop it, and it….he was almost as mortified as I was. I lost control and before I knew it, I horribly mangled him. He wasn’t even recognizable as a corpse. I… I didn’t want to kill him. There was still a part of me that viewed him as a comrade, and Karen still cared about him. She asked if he was alright in her final moments. I lied to her…. and told her I put him out of commission. Then… Karen. Karin…
Tomina let in a shark intake of breath, her shaking rhythmically. She wasn’t making a sound other than that, and her face couldn’t be seen since she was looking down. But from the change in how her body was moving, and the rise and fall of her shoulders, it was quite possible that she was crying. Tomina reached over and grabbed the bottle of whisky, pouring more of it into her glass.
“When the battle was over, I made my vows. I would fulfill my duty as a Saiyan of the Empire, and bring our race to its former glory. To avenge those that had fallen, and smite the enemies of our race. As the last surviving child of Lettis, I will make sure to carry on our bloodline. Most important of all though, I will fulfil Karin’s dream for her. To these ends, I have tossed aside my dreams of grandeur, and swallowed my pride. What I desire for myself doesn’t matter. I won’t be selfish, and will fight to fulfil the Oaths I’ve sworn to uphold till my dying breath. All for my mentor Budok, Chancellor Rukko, my close friends and comrades, and my family. My Mother and Queen, Lettis, My half brother Prince Athren, my uncle, Redis, and Karen… my twin sister.”
Tomina clenched her fist, her hand squeezing tightly around her glass. A couple of cracks appeared near the top of it, but it held. Tomina was exerting enough self control to avoid shattering it and sending whisky flying all over the place.
“For their sake, I’ve endured having a spawn of Natto being my ruler. I’ve worked alongside Saiyans who fought for Natto in the Alliance Empire War. Karota and Miso betrayed the Empire and fought beside Natto. Yet if I give in to my desire for vengeance, then all would be lost. So I’ve settled for using them instead. Nasu for instance was a very fine sword. He could kill opponents that were far beyond my skill level. Everyone else has a role to play as well. I tried molding Rensu and Carva to my liking, but that ended in complete failure. I originally intended on using you too. As time past though, I grew rather fond of you. You’re the first person I can call a true comrade since my days in the Empire.”
Tomina took another swing of her whisky, drinking about half in one motion before putting the glass down in her lap. Right now she wanted to pace herself at least a little bit. Tarro needed his fare share of booze after all.
“Our races fate was inevitably going to come down to the Dragonballs, even if we had won without everything going horribly wrong. The population of both factions were minuscule even before Nasu invaded Earth. What happened recently only sped up the inevitable from happening. Do you know of the story of how my mother’s Empire was built? You grew up on Natto, so you might not know that tale. They weren’t exactly a fan of glorifying anything relating to Queen Lettis.”
Tarro sighed at her remark, not even responding back to it. He took another sip of his drink - finishing the glass. As the glass let out a slight clank against the floor of the ship, Tomina responded to his comment about Rensu and Carva. Tarro could have predicted Carva being a failure - he had told himself as much back at the palace. A wild beast without logical reasoning. He was half the reason they ended up on Earth in the first place. The worst place in the cosmos to begin an assault. He felt a flush of anger hit him for a moment before deciding to just let it go. He didn't even wanna think about that whole rabbit hole. "The kid doesn't know any better. He's naive and ignorant, even with everything that's going on. Carva's the one who plotted the course on that ship. Rensu trusts him for some reason, and that led to both of their mistakes..." he said logically, pouring another drink for himself while Tomina wasn't busy hogging the bottle. "Carva used to live on Earth... when we clashed on Saiya he told me about some shitstain uncle of his that murdered his parents. Perhaps he was feeling nostalgic and wanted to visit his parents graves.. I honestly can't say. It was an idiotic move, and Earth shouldn't have been our first target," Tarro said, not really caring about the implications of his words. He was criticizing the decisions of his King and the King's council. They were stupid. Earth was such a secure target, with an army of defenders to protect it. It was no wonder so many ants showed up to oppose them and destroy the Tree of Might. They had even conjured up enough warriors to stall Jarvis at the same time they fought the majority of the Saiyan Kingdom's forces. It was beyond ridiculous. Individually none of them compared to Nasu - but together all of them had the potential to wipe him out even without fusion.
Tarro ignored the bit about Carva and their brief sexual encounter. He didn't want to think about it. "It still boggles my mind that you slept with that oaf," Tarro said bluntly while sipping his drink. As the two locked eyes - Tarro awaited her response to his calling out of her troubles. Her gaze was fierce, strong, and slightly intimidating. But fearlessly he met it head on. He wasn't quite expecting what she said next though. It was true Tarro had a better glimpse into her than most of their comrades, partially because of how similar they were in some aspects of their lives. Where they were in their lives. It still shocked him however when she... actually said she liked him. He pretended to ignore it - sipping his drink once more as he listened. But the Saiyan warrior felt weird hearing that from her. Why was she being all mushy?
She was telling him everything. She was opening up to him in a way he wasn't quite used too. She was closed off, she was stubborn. He knew her better than most, and yet he had had plenty to find out and be shocked at on his own. The revelations about her lineage and background. The fierceness and hatred that she held, which did far outshine his own. Her tone was colder, which startled him a little. The girl that truly existed in side was... vicious. Angry. "So... this is who you are..," he thought to himself, his eyes staring as he listened to her feelings. He remembered that she had been born on Vegeta during its decline. Back when the Alliance began to rise in power and overthrow the power of the Empire which slowly began to crumble. She cared about the concept of the Saiyan race, rather than its individual members. The Saiyans who died were too weak in her eyes, and thus were inevitably going to die anyway. "...," Tarro was quiet and just listened, his eyes never shifting away from Tomina. She was right about one thing though.
He hated Saiyans on both sides. He hated the cowardly alliance Saiyans who resorted to Fusion to win a fight that they had already amassed more than enough maggots for. He hated some of the Kingdom Saiyans for their viciousness. He didn't care about conquering planets. He didn't care about subverting Saiyan authority on the rest of the Universe. He simply wanted them to survive, and to kill everyone who had dared to cross them in the past. Not to punish those who had done nothing just for the Saiyan's own growth. He supposed though - that at this point they had to force themselves up if they hoped to keep on living.
His eyes widened however as her hands began to shake - very much in the same way that his own triggers did to him when he was on Earth. As her hand trembled on the glass- Tarro could feel her emotions. He understood her. Seeing Saiya... in the state that it was. It... it reminded him of his own traumatic experience...
{Spoiler}Tarro had been asleep for hours... he had drifted off after the battle on Natto from unconsciousness. While the chaos went on- the former Saiyan elite woke up slowly. Black eyes growing life again as he groaned in pain. "Where am I?" He asked, still weak from the stab wound in his torso. One of the Saiyans looked at him with sweat on their face... trying to find a way to tell him. Silence filled the air. Tarro groaned and forced himself up by sheer force of will. "Where's Aru! Where's Ar...Arres...," he reminded himself of what had happened. “ARRES!” he said with anguish, clutching his chest tightly as he was reminded of what had happened. Looking around - he couldn’t find Arres. He tried to calm his mind and sense the energy of the surrounding galaxy… but he couldn’t find his friend. He. He. He was. No. No he couldn’t be. He was a Super Saiyan. Tarro wasn’t even a Super Saiyan - so how the fuck was he alive and Arres wasn’t? How could the Captain be dead and he not? It didn’t make sense.
Peering out the window he saw the debris scattered from the destroyed Natto. Tears falling from his eyes as he screamed a mighty roar of sorrow and anger. And all with the following of emptiness and despair. He had lost everything. He had lost everyone.
Tarro pressed his hand firmly squeezing hers while looking at her. It was the closest thing he could think to do to help her as he was overwhelmed with all these emotions. When he thought she could pour more whiskey into her glass without falling apart - he let it go. He finished his drink. But he didn’t refill yet.
He didn’t approve of everything she felt and did. But he approved of enough. She was the one Saiyan he could count on, and that he knew could count on him.
When she got to talking about him - a part of him felt strange again. She wanted to mold him like the other two. Dogs for her squad. Fashioned to her liking. But chose not too. For whatever reason she found something in him that she liked. And that made him feel good. Tarro grabbed the bottle and poured another glass for himself at this point.
“I vaguely remember the story. Lettis led a conquest of Namek with the Help of some of the more… cooperative Namekians. With the Dragon Balls resurrected many fallen Saiyans to build the very empire that Natto came to destroy a generation later. I may have been born on Natto, but my mother still told me the stories of the Empire for whatever reason. She was always different from the other Alliance saiyans..,” he noted.
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Talking about incompetent subordinates was hard enough. Hell, it was normally for a commander to just give them a few choice words before moving on. Although this was a complete and utter failure on her own part as well as their own. How could she have not seen the warning signs? Maybe she just chose not to notice them, or figured she could get rid of the problematic flaws that each of them had.
“Rensu is a young kid, but that wasn’t his problem. I was younger then him when I started my conquest missions for the Empire. He just isn’t meant for our line of work, and I can’t fix that without putting him through hell and making him more like us. He said he was born a Vegetean Saiyan, but I find that hard to believe. Maybe some Saiyans are just wired differently at birth. Maybe it’s why Natto eventually did what he did.”
Tomina let out a snort, scowling as Tarro told her about Carva’s possible motivations for going to Earth. Although just bringing up Carva in general was enough to give her a headache at this point. At least with Rensu he was clearly just wired differently and there wasn’t much she could do about it. Carva though…
“Don’t ever bring up what I did with him again. I do everything I can to mold him, and he goes out to Earth out of misplaced sentimentality. So what if one member of your family was an asshole and killed other people close to you? That happened all the time when I was growing up. My mother nearly killed my uncle in front of me because he displayed cowardliness. Family members also died in combat due to our high risk lifestyle. If you cared about them at all, you feel sad briefly, then vow vengeance and press on. If you hated them or didn’t care, then it didn’t matter. You don’t go deep into enemy territory without authorization just to visit their remains though. He reaped what he sowed, much like Nasu did.”
Tomia took another swig of her whisky, looking straight ahead as she said this. It did not look like she gave a shit as to what could happen if someone actually heard them criticizing king Nasu’s decision. Although that might be because she could beat anyone in the kingdom up who had a problem with anything she said. Although even if she had Tarro’s level of strength, she’d still be having this particular line of conversation with him.
“I knew Earth was going to be the hardest to take. Even my mother couldn’t do it at the height of her power. Although in all fairness, even I didn’t think Earth would be as defended as it was. What hole did all those beings crawl out from? I mean shit, they had enough to deal with us AND hold off Caesar. We should have saved Earth for last, cause we got destroyed out there. Fuck!”
Tomina still was in shock over how strong those defenders were too. Flare managed to do what she only thought Saiyans could do: obtain a transformation in the middle of a fight. That caught her completely off guard and ended the fight in an instant. Then there were those infernal Kai’s and that fusion technique they taught Komatsu and Chris. On top of that, those creatures who were the same race as that God of Destruction they ran into also pitched in. Seriously, why did people care about that planet so much? She had never seen anything like that before. She took a quick swig of her drink before continuing on.
“Nasu should have started out with something like Bris. Although I personally would have invaded Makai soon after our takeover of Brench. Even if their leader had supposedly died, I would have made a statement by planting the tree in their dimension. “This is what happens to those who dare stand in our way. You will now pay for all the Saiyan lives you’ve ended with everything you have.” We would have destroyed them so completely that they would have had nothing to invade Saiya with. We should have used the tree of might on the easier targets before going to Earth. Of course Nasu ended up destroying that before he went and got himself killed. Bah, am I the only Saiyan around here that has any amount of common sense?”
Tomina blinked, her gaze turning to look over at Tarro as he squeezed her hand. It felt… completely foreign to her. And she felt something that she couldn’t describe at that moment. But it felt… comforting. That was the only way she could put it if someone asked her how it felt in that moment. Tarro wasn’t trying to cop a feel the way Carva did after their night together. Yet this felt more intimate than that somehow. And yet… at the same time it wasn’t. Tomina liked this feeling though, so she held onto the moment for a long as she could. When Tarro went to pour more whisky into her glass, she gave him a faint smirk on her face. It wasn’t so much condescending as it was amusement though.
“Your mother might have been part of the Empire at one point, as most of the old Alliance members were. Only the second generation of Alliance Saiyans were actually born on Natto. Your mother ended up getting the official version of that tale told. Although the Royal Family knew better than that. At the time Vegeta was destroyed by the Kolds, Queen Lettis was an infant. Of course she was a bit older when they got to Namek and secured the dragonballs, but she was still younger than I am. She didn’t get her Super Saiyan form until later in her life. The Saiyans ended up having to negotiate for the dragonballs in the end. My mother was a vain woman though, as am I. Saying that she conquered them was much more impressive sounding then making a deal with an inferior species.”
Tomina poured half a glass of whisky for herself after that, making sure there was still enough for Tarro to drink in it. It was a very big bottle fortunately. She was starting to feel a little bit buzzed, her fingers tingling a bit. She had a very high tolerance, but she had been drinking from some pretty strong stuff.
“With Nasu gone and our planet destroyed, we have no choice but to do what we have to do in order to get the Namekian Dragon Balls. Even if it means compromising instead of conquering for once. There are rare moments where we as Saiyans have to put aside our pride temporarily for the sake of our race. Doing so just once though can lead to great things though. It lead to the strongest Empire being established. And this time we can bring everyone along with all our planets back. You can be reunited with your dead comrades again. I'll drag them out of the void for you if I have to. It isn’t over until all of us are dead. As long as there are even a few of us, there’s always a chance to come back from the brink of extinction”
Tomina took a small sip of her drink, turning over the glass in her hand before giving Tarro a reassuring smile. She reached out with her hand, this time squeezing his hand gently. Once again, that strange pleasant feeling came back. Despite all the crud that had recently happened, she felt like there was some hope left. She had one Saiyan that she knew she could count on no matter what. And the Saiyans were in a position where they would have to play things smarter if they were to prosper as a race. The situation was bleak, but not entirely hopeless.
“Nothing lost here. I don’t really feel like talking about either of them, especially him,” Tarro blurted out. The amount of loathing he had about the now Legendary Super Saiyan was rather repulsing. How could such an idiot get so far ahead of him? And then even with all that power he had the problem solving skills of a toddler. Rushing headfirst into danger for the rest of the Saiyans to panic and risk themselves to fix it. It was infuriating. However Tarro found himself thrust out of that train wreck as Tomina continued to speak. He nodded in response to the talks about the King. Though he did not dislike Nasu - he could not bring himself to say he was fond of him either. He frequently questioned the King’s decisions, but lacked the blood or the strength to say anything without consequence. He was merely a foot soldier in the coming wars. “Aye… your mother…,” he trailed off, thinking about the revelation on Earth regarding her parentage. “At the very least this does soften the blow to my pride, if only a little. My never being able to match you that is,” he said honestly. Lettis was the first Super Saiyan in centuries.
Being her offspring was bound to do wonders for one’s potential. He was born to foot soldiers. Neither of whom had ever become Super Saiyan. He was the strongest member of his bloodline. “As for Earth… well you know how that planet is. People look at it like some… paradise. Their technology, their cuisine - it’s supposedly famous. I’ll bet half of them were neither born there nor lived there. But because it’s cozy they wanted to keep it ‘safe’,” he said, vomiting in his mouth a little from the sentiment. If Natto had been half as luxurious maybe Jarvis wouldn’t have been able to do a damn thing.
“You can never predict what Jarvis is going to do. The power level I sensed was nowhere near what he is actually capable of. They made a stupid decision focusing so many of their forces on us. If Jarvis had the slightest whim - Earth would have been dead from their stupidity.” he cursed while taking another drink head on, the burn scorching his throat with little discomfort. Between the Fusion, Jarvis’ uncanny restraint, the strange boosts of power - nothing about that battle had been normal. Tarro had been in many battles growing up - and yet nothing compared to the shit show he was a part of on Earth.
Once again agreeing - Tarro nodded. Earth was the stupidest place for them to be. It had always had this strange uncanny luck. Namek would have been more ideal, though the options of Bris and Makai were much more appealing to him. “Destroying the Demon Queen’s home would have been a hell of a good time,” he responded to her with a low, half-assed chuckle. Imagining the slaughter of the Demons was enough to put a smile on his face (however brief). “Hmph. I’m here too,” he reminded her in regards to her remark about common sense. Despite being one of the weaker members of the Saiyan Galactic Kingdom he had managed to avoid being picked off with his own preparation and tactical competency. Had Hotato not been a Saiyan (a young one at that) - his Kold Demon would not have been able to revive him, as both of them would have been sent to the afterlife.
As the two conjoined hands… Tarro felt something surprising. In all of the sorrow, anger, doubt, and fear - there was one positive emotion in this one moment in time. Something he could not describe - but all he knew was he felt sparks of a flame beginning to form. Pouring her a drink seemed like the least he could do when she was trembling. “Aye. She was. Maybe she was just nostalgic about the Empire. I did always wonder why she was on Natto though if she was so happy then,” he said with a shrug. Quite frankly he didn’t wanna think about it anymore. In this moment the last thing he wanted to do was think about his mother. Looking at Tomina in those eyes of hers rather deeply - lost in them - Tarro was silent for a bit. He was a little tipsy himself. His inhibitions lowered. A small window of the things he normally locked inside peeking out. He just listened to her for a bit while continuing to gaze.
Making strategies for the future. It was true that they needed to all work together to use the Dragon Balls to fix their problems, lest they wanted to face extinction. It surprised him that she was so open to working with the others though - given how much she seemed to despise the ones gathered on Earth. He supposed the situation’s circumstances had forced her to think above her own personal feelings. They both suffered from strong emotions, no matter how much either of them wanted to deny it. When push came to shove however they both got their act together.
When she spoke of restoring their planets, reviving their friends - Tarro felt a little numb. The prospect was certainly joyous… but for some reason it affected him to think about it. “Yeah…,” he trailed off. “I suppose it would be nice to see them again. But,” he began with a brief pause, looking away from Tomina for a little bit as his mind began to unravel. “It’ll never be the same as it once was, at least for me. I’m not the Tarro they left behind. It’s funny. I’m sure in fact that they’d be disappointed with who I’ve become, and maybe even resent me for it.
Maybe it’s because I loved them as much as I did that their deaths affected me so much. Making me question this universe and its cruelties and its endless misfortune. Why I fight to avenge their memory and to fix this broken Universe we live in, even if I have to become a worser person for it,” he said honestly. The alcohol making him admit things he wouldn’t have said without.
“When I think about Natto now… when I think about them… all I feel is this emptiness. This void inside which is overpowered by sheer blinding rage at those responsible for taking them from me. But them? They’re more ghosts of nostalgia than real at this point. They don’t matter as much as they once did. Not like you do,” he slipped out, not even realizing what he had said. He realized it after a few seconds, but he didn’t care. After pouring and finishing another drink - he continued onward. Perhaps it was time this was said. Especially given the circumstances. Taking a deep breath - he just dove right into it.
“Honestly you’re the only goddamn thing in this Universe that seems to still matter, Tomina. The thing I care about above all else. Even with all the revelations, the machinations I can’t help but feel tied to you. I’ve pushed everyone out but somehow you’re the only one who can still make my heart race. On the battlefield you were the only one who actually made me afraid.
Sensing your energy weaken was enough to make me forget everything going on and come rushing straight to you. Fly as fast as I could to get to you. Say whatever I had to so that you were safe. Do whatever I had to do to get you out of there, if it came to that. And that terrifies a part of me,” he said.
He wondered what her response would be to all of that. The conversation from here would take a pretty big shift.
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“Yeah, who cares about them now? Just talking about those two failures starts to boil my blood, so let's drop the subject matter.”
Despite how mad she was at those two Saiyans for their foolishness, she couldn’t help but be amused by Tarro’s anger towards Carva. Clearly he still resented him, even though they had tried fighting out their differences. She gave him a small smirk when he mentioned that he felt better about being weaker than her now that he knew her heritage.
“A little bitter that a Saiyaness could be this much stronger than you, eh? Oh who am I kidding, of course you are. You wouldn’t be a proper Saiyan if you didn’t envy those stronger than you. I knew you hated Carva for being stronger than you, but you were jealous of what I had too it seems. That surprises me coming from you, but I like it. If it makes you feel any better, I was destined to be strong from the beginning. You were a normal Saiyan. I was a product of selective breeding and conditioning.”
The smirk faded from Tomina’s face, and she turned her head to look at the far wall. The memories started to flood in again. For the moment she managed to hold back the tide, keeping a straight face and pressing onward.
“The Empire's loss on Earth cost the Empire dearly. Not only did we lose strong Saiyans in it, but other Saiyans left to join Natto. We were weakened severely, so my mother implemented various projects to make up for the losses. I was one of them. Ragnarok fit the bill for Lettis’s needs. Me and my twin sister were put in incubation chambers upon our conception. We were modified heavily for three years before being released into a Saiyan culture that despised hybrids. The pain and cruelty we would suffer at the hands of our pure blooded brethren was meant to temper us into remorseless killing machines. The Twin Blades of Royalty, that’s what we were called. Although it didn’t quite turn out that way. I was like that for a time, but some Saiyans are just born wired differently. Karota was one of them.”
Tomina looked down at the ground, folding her hands as she silently contemplated her own origins. There was still quite a bit that she didn’t know about herself. The only person did know for sure was a mortal enemy of the Saiyan race. Well that would make it easier for her to get the information out of her at least.
“I came into being because my mother needed more weapons to fight against her enemies. I have the long life span and quick adaptation skills from my Elemi side, and have the blood of one of the three great lines of Saiyans running through my veins. Nakiya had a hand in designing me when she was disguised as my Aunt. She used other blood samples to modify me in the incubation chamber. I don’t know exactly what she did, but at the very least I’m sure she injected me with Demon blood. It’s how I was able to learn the Demon Arts from Kinoko as quickly as I did. You were born normally, but I was bred.”
Tomina looked up, simply nodding at Tarro’s statement about Earth. All they could really do was speculate about why Earth was as well defended as it was at this point. What was less up for debate was not leaving someone strong enough to take on Ceasar behind, since he clearly outclassed the warriors sent to fight him.
“Who knows how strong he really is? I’ve never felt a ki signature even remotely like Caesar’s before. It feels more like he’s an entity made up of a colony rather than an individual. Perhaps they knew him better then we did and gambled that he wouldn’t destroy the entire planet. I wouldn’t make a bet like that on Caesar’s psychology, but they got lucky and it paid off. Well, if you consider losing an entire city and most of the defenders fighting him lucky that is.”
Tomina could help but give a brief chuckle when Tarro commented on how fun it would have been to invade the demon realm. One day they would all get their chance though. It was something Tomina was looking forward to. She reached over and tapped her knuckles against Tarro’s forehead. It wasn’t meant to hurt him at all, although it was definitely meant to annoy him.
“I know you’re here, and I’ll say it again! I’m the only Saiyan around here with common sense! Negotiating with Flare to try and save me was reckless! It only worked out in this case because my Aunt suffers from sentimentality. If it were anyone else of that caliber, you would have been killed. You were no match for her, and you knew it. Your head isn’t as empty as Carva’s. At least, I don’t think it is. You should know better.”
Tomina gave him a couple more taps before withdrawing her hand. She slide them down her lap, looking down at the ground again. The slightly playful demeanor had evaporated. It was only a passing moment, much like Tarro’s own humor right now. Her somber mood came back full force.
“Your mother talked about her glory days like all Saiyans do. The conquests they had, the stories they were told, that’s how we are. She choose the alliance because she didn’t want you to live that kind of life though. It never lasts though. It’s a nice dream, but that’s all lasting peace is: a nice dream. You either wake up from that dream, or are forcibly awoken. Still… before she died, a part of me wanted to take Karen’s suggestion and just run away to Natto. It would have blown up, but maybe those 8 years of happiness would have been worth it. But I had my duties as a Saiyan, to my family and the Empire. She wouldn’t leave without me, so she stayed. She died because of it. I’m a Saiyan, so it would have been cowardly to run away and abandon your duties. Given how it turned out though, I regret the choice I made.”
Tomina turned her hand over, staring down at her palm. For a moment, she saw her hand became smaller. It was drenched in blood… Karen’s blood. The vision passed, and she was once again in the present. Her voice became much softer then.
“I wasn’t even equal to that of a Super Saiyan at the time. I was approaching that level, but I needed more time. I wasn’t strong enough to make a difference, so if I wasn’t there, it wouldn’t have changed the outcome. Except I might have been able to save her and have more happy memories. All that’s left to me now are the oaths I’ve taken and the duties I have left to fulfill. After that, it doesn’t matter what happens to me.”
Tomina lowered her hand, turning her head and looking at Tarro in surprise. He didn’t want to see his comrades anymore? The more she heard him talk, the more she related to him. She had went through that phase at one point. Still…
“You’re where I was 8 years ago. I don’t have to worry about what most of the people I have to avenge will think of me though. Most of them were completely ruthless and wouldn’t hate me for the things I did. Karota… accepted the life I chose. She at least understood why I stayed and didn’t run. Although I will admit the thought of what she’d say to me for the choices I’ve made since her death makes me uneasy. I broke a promise I made to her at the end. Or rather, I had no intention of keeping it. I lied to her about a few things at the end. Mostly for her sake. If there is an afterlife though, she’d have learned of my deceptions by now. Although it doesn’t matter: even if there is an afterlife, I’m going straight to hell. She managed to live a life in the Empire without killing any of her enemies, so I doubt she got sent there. I’ll never see her again, no matter what.”
Tomina blinked. Then she blinked again. Her eyes widened as she processed the full meaning behind what Tarro had just said. She felt her heart beating just a little bit faster. This honestly was the most meaningful conversation she had with anyone for a long time, and she felt a bond with Tarro that she didn’t with anyone else. Still… she had to be sure. She pressed her palms into the mattress, leaning back slightly and locking her eyes with him.
“That’s a pretty roundabout way to go about getting a woman into bed. You know that if you wanted to have sex with me, all you had to do was ask, right? That’s not what you’re getting at though, is it? The path you’re aiming to walk down is filled with thorns. If you want to be one of many people I fuck, that’s one thing. What you want isn’t going to be easy to obtain. If you have the courage to try and pursue it, I need to be certain that it’s real. If I judge it not to be real, then you’ll never bed me as long as you live. If that doesn’t deter you, I want you to be straight with me Tarro. Tell me what it is that you feel about me. I want to hear those words come from your mouth.”
Tomina’s face was slightly flushed. Likely from all the whisky that she had been drinking. Right now there was no trace of drunkenness in her eyes though. She was staring at Tarro sharply, seemingly trying to peer inside his skull. She could feel her heart beat a little faster. She had to know, was the bond between them deeper than she thought it was? How things would play out from here would determine that.
Tarro was glad to be rid of the subject of Carva and Rensu. Being weaker than Carva by such a large margin was a heavy blow, and he was a bit hurt by Rensu’s disappointments. He didn’t want to think of either of them. As Tomina stood there smirking him, he looked away almost annoyed. She was so smug about his remark about her heritage. He had some work to do so that it wouldn’t go to her head. Looking back at her for a reply, he spoke strictly and seriously. “Don’t get too comfortable with it, or I’ll close the gap. Just you watch,” he protested before looking away again, though if she gazed at him seriously enough she might notice the faintest small smile before it died with the moment. As much talk as he gave - a part of him was proud of her strength. He knew how much crap hybrids got for being “inferior”. Seeing someone respectable represent their potential like the Commander was nice.
He was born with Full Saiyan blood, but he had always fit in with the hybrids for some reason. Arres and Aru held Earthing-blood in their veins, so he supposed that maybe that was part of why he was soft about hybrids. He didn’t see any noticeable differences in a normal Saiyan and a half-Saiyan genetics wise. The only differences that arose were philosophical.
Although it would seem Tomina was much more than a hybrid. After his retort to her statements she told a tale from the Empire days. It seemed interesting to him, yet also kind of sad. To willingly make a child to be thrust into such a harsh reality for the sake of one’s own military strength. Though he supposed it was efficient…and with the harsh reality they all lived in it was probably necessary. He tried to reserve any judgment. The booze did make that a little harder to manage than usual though. The fact that Tomina had Demon Blood in her though made him a little more nervous. But because it was her… he didn’t let it bother him. “Is that so? No wonder you can be so vicious and horny sometimes. Demon though… I’d have never guessed it,” he joked with a chuckle. “I wasn’t even aware you had been training with Kinoko, though I suppose those techniques have their advantages,” he said to get back to business.
On the subject of Caesar though - the atmosphere changed a little. “They were outright fools who got lucky,” was all he said in regards to their decisions. Caesar always made the mood a little sour. “I can estimate how strong he is. Right when you were knocked out… he seemed to have made a gigantic power jump similar to Chris and Komatsu’s when they fused.... Except his energy didn’t seem to mix the same way.
Now he’s about as strong as Nasu was around the time he learned how to become a Super Saiyan God. If Jarvis can somehow replicate that process for himself… then the Universe will definitely have another big problem on its hands.
Though Komatsu is also roughly at that level himself. If he can do whatever ritual Nasu did, then he too will become a Super Saiyan God. If we’re lucky then the two will cancel each other out someday,” he analyzed quite thoroughly, though the last sentiment was more wishful thinking on his part. Tarro’s Ki Senses were on point during the assault on Earth. Before things got really crazy he could sense the rough levels that they were fighting at and estimate their efficiency. It meant things would be even more chaotic following that major battle - as more Godlike beings would roam about fighting to the death.
Once again the subject of conversation had changed, with Tomina bopping him on the head with her knuckles. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance, not fond of the gesture. She would find that it passed however as she spoke. He had merely been preoccupied with saving her life. “Well you said it yourself. I take calculated risks… But to be frank maybe I wasn’t thinking. I just knew you were hurt.. And would have done anything to keep you safe.” he said, looking away to drink as he said it. He didn’t want to make eye contact. He didn’t like being so… open about these things. As Tomina continued on though - Tarro admittedly raised an eyebrow out of confusion. He could tell by the way that she was talking that she didn't know a damn thing about Tarro's mother. “I doubt that’s the reason. My mother wasn’t exactly the nurturing type. She was stern, cold. Most of the Alliance thought she was kind of weird because of how closed off she was. But she seemed loyal to the cause at the same time. She never made an effort to leave,” he explained. He didn’t quite understand his mother. Even when he became an adult, he didn’t understand her one bit.
Letting out a sigh he poured out another drink for himself, the bottle finally finishing it seemed. The two of them were really quite hopeless as far as their drinking was concerned. Immediately sipping his drink - Tarro grunted softly. He… he wasn’t sure this conversation was helping. He didn’t wanna think of one of the millions lost. Especially someone as tied to him as his mother. Family and blood were deep connections, even when they weren’t. Nature dictated that he love her even with all of her faults.
“I try not to play that what if game too much. At the end of the day things could still have gone completely south, just in a different way,” he said, knowing that the sentiment wasn’t the best in comfort. But fantasizing what could have been only created longing and contempt for one’s own reality. And it was hard enough to live with as is. Taking his drink- he poured half of his cup into Tomina’s to drink. She had had a little more of the bottle than him thus far - but she seemed to need the extra kick. Besides there was plenty of booze to go around. He hadn’t opened his trunk yet.
He let her ramble about a bit longer- letting her pour her heart out while he simply listened and made no commentary for a change. When it got to talking about him though and his sentiment about his comrades - well then it was kind of crucial for him to talk he supposed. “Aye. She sounds like a true friend, your sister. And as far as hell’s concerned well… at least you’ll have company on the way down,” he said seriously, though one might think it was a joke.
The conversation between them two got a bit more… intense with his confession however. He admittedly hated that he spilled his guts out like that. To open himself up and let him feel.. Well anything was rough. He didn’t like being vulnerable and mushy. Honestly a part of him regretted saying anything in the first place. He expected her to laugh at him. To call him a wuss. His black eyes stared into hers as she leaned back a bit against the bed. What she said next was.. Well not what he expected. She didn’t believe him?
That… that was crazy. Even for her. “If sex was all that was on my mind, then I can assure you this whole ship would already be shaking with tremors right now..,” he said completely seriously, aware of the lewd implications that brought. But as she went on he could tell that the crazy was even worse. He needed to prove it to her… Sometimes he really questioned himself on these things. “I.. ugh… fine. Just… give me a second,” he said. He was going to need more alcohol for this. Walking over to the trunk under his bed - he crouched down under where she was sitting. “I’m going to need more booze for this,” he said as he dragged out the chest and opened the lock. Pulling out a bottle of untouched vodka - Tarro opened the bottle and pulled out the cork. He had been keeping this around for a special occasion (good or bad). Never had he expected to be using it for something like this though. Pouring out the strong liquor into his glass - he chugged the shot all at once to feel the burn. “I… I feel as though you’re the only one who understands me, and that I am the only one who truly understands you. I think sometimes that you’re crazy, but despite that wanna follow everything you say. Even if it’s through the gates of Hell,” he began- not drunk enough to completely botch these words but tipsy enough that there were sometimes pauses between these thoughts. “You talk more than most people I know.. You sometimes take up most of the conversation with just the sound of your own voice..But still I don’t mind listening. I want you to myself because none of those other idiots deserve your company. Especially not that fucking idiot beast,” he said, referring specifically to Carva.
“I.. eugh…,” he said before having to stop and take another shot. This was the toughest part to say. “...Love you,” he muttered out awkwardly, almost annoyed that he had to actually say the L word. He was not a man big on emotion sharing. But it was what she wanted to hear. And he supposed it was the thing to say.
At least to truly describe what he felt. Standing there with empty glass in hand… vodka bottle on the table.. He just looked at her. Waiting to hear what she said. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system or maybe just the intensity of the moment.
But it honestly felt like time had slowed down by millions of times…
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“Ha! Don’t you worry. I’ve got people I need to surpass and even new heights to achieve. Now that I know that God forms exist, I will not rest until I obtain them and surpass the others who possess them. You’re the one who can’t afford to relax: if you blink, the universe may go beyond what you can achieve in a lifetime in the blink of an eye.”
Like Tarro, Tomina’s lips had briefly curled into a smile. She was looking for anything good to hold onto right now. Fortunately Tarro was giving her plenty for her to work with. Despite how desperate the current situation of the kingdom was, he was trying to have a good laugh with her in the middle of serious subject matters. Tomina closed her eyes, shaking her head in amusement when he made that crack about the demonic part of her heritage.
“You know, you might actually be onto something. Maybe that’s why the demons have an entire dimension to themselves. They just kept going at it like wild animals all the time, to the point where a planet wouldn’t be able to sustain them. Putting that fun speculation aside though, I’m not even entirely sure what Nakiya did to me. How many samples and what kind of modifications she made to me… that will be one thing I’ll have to ask her before I end her life. I know the perfect way to do it too, thanks to my training with Kinoko. Nakiya’s own techniques will be her downfall.”
Tomina opened her eyes, her humor evaporating a bit when Tarro talked about the various powers and how they were getting stronger. A scowl broke across her face as she thought back to everything she felt and experienced while she was fighting on Earth.
“They’ve all reached ridiculous levels of power. It’s why I intend on getting stronger and stronger. I’m don’t care what kind of techniques they have or what they’ve done to make themselves get to that point. I’ll crush everyone who gets in my way, one way or another.”
Everything that Tarro said did make her think about the various strong powers of the universe and how they got there. Perhaps Caesar had a fusion technique of his own somehow. Tomina didn’t know how she was going to close the gap between her and the other strongest in the universe, but she’d find a way.
Tomina looked over at Tarro, once again confused by how he talked about saving her. “Anything to keep her safe”, huh? The way he was wording that… no, that couldn’t be it. When he talked about how his mother was, Tomina simply shrugged. She sounded like a proper Empire Saiyan alright. Yet she had chosen to side with the Alliance.
“Even if they changed a little bit when joining the Alliance, they still have traces of who they once were in them. My mother’s influence doesn’t go away that easily. Do you know that Tomoroko called me a filthy half-breed when we were alone on Planet Saiya? We weren’t exactly having a pleasant discussion before then, but that was much worst than I ever said to her in that conversation. Old habits die hard, so your mother was likely remembering her youth fondly even while trying to move past it.”
Tomina looked over in surprise when Tarro poured over some of his drink into her glass. He had no reason not to chuck that down himself, so why did he do that? The destruction of Saiya was probably more devastating to him then it was to her, so why was he being this kind to her? Tomina leaned back and took a swig of the booze, then nodded at what Tarro had to say about her past. Not all of it were things that she wanted to hear, but he wasn’t wrong.
“I’m not usually the kind of person to think of the “what ifs”. Even if a decision I made ends up being the wrong one, I don’t dawdle on it. Maybe something else bad would have happened. But I would give anything to have just one day… one hour… or even 5 minutes with her again. She was the first person to make me feel like an individual, and not just another weapon of the Empire. I failed her completely, and it’s the only thing I look back on and wish I had done something… anything differently that would have changed the outcome.”
Tomina would have normally made some kind of retort to the joke Tarro made about having sex with her. However she watched transfixed as Tarro pulled out a chest which contained more strong liquor. Tomina’s face reddened, her heart beating faster the more Tarro went on. When he told her that he loved her, time seemed to stop for her. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t heard those words before, far from it. Yet it took her nearly half a minute for her to find her voice. It didn’t sound like her own voice. When was she this quiet?
“I’ve heard those words uttered by people all the time. I give them the best fuck of their life and they tell me that they love me. Every time they’re trying to appeal to my vanity and have another round with me. They never actually mean those words though. You on the other hand… you’ve never have slept with me, you admit my faults, and yet you tell me you love me anyway. Your actions speak loudly too. If it’s you, then maybe it isn’t worthless dabble. I have to make sure though.”
Tomina snatched the bottle from Tarro, and poured herself a glass. She chugged down half of it before setting both the bottle and glass on the headboard. Suddenly Tomina’s Ki rose sharply, and she held her head above her. A sheathed katana appeared in midair and fell into Tomina’s lap. She looked down on it, grasping the hilt and gripping it tightly.
“It’s one of the techniques I learned from Kinoko. I don’t expect I’ll ever learn to do any advanced techniques with a sword, since I prefer using my fists. But it works for this purposes. Saiyans don’t normally have any ceremonies for becoming mated to one another. Usually they just say they’re mated and everyone accepts it. The one exception is if one of the two are of royal blood. I no longer have an Empire and never viewed myself as a Princess. However this is the one right I will insist on pertaining. If you truly wish to be my mate, then we will partake in a ceremony. We will take a blood oath, and offer up something of great value to each other. If you aren’t willing to part with someone of equal value as to what I offer you, then you are not worthy of being my mate.”
Tomina drew the sword, the blade glinting in the light. She looked over at Tarro, not a trace of humor in her eyes. She was being completely serious about this.
“I swear on my blood and family’s honor that I will be loyal to you in every sense. I will not sleep with another man or woman for as long as we live. I will stick by you and fight on your side, even if it puts us against someone stronger than either of us, or against other overwhelming odds. I will even give up my personal quest for vengeance against Earth and the Saiyan Alliance for you. I hate them more then I hate anyone else, and I’ll never forgive them for what they’ve done. However they’re not actively trying to destroy things to the degree that Caesar is. If love truly does exist, then it’s a force stronger than the hatred inside of me.”
Tomina slid her hand up the the blade and clenched her fist around it tightly. She then held out her arm to Tarro, grasping the sword tightly in her hand.
“I offer you everything I have. How much do you love me? What are you willing to part with to be with me? If you aren’t willing to give up as much as I am for you, than you are not worthy of being the one Saiyan in my life. What say you Tarro?”
Blood leaked out from between her fingers, steadily dripping down the blade. A few drops of it splattered onto the bedsheets. Tomina didn’t make these kind of oaths lightly. Tomina truly did hope that he loved her. If he wasn’t willing to do this much for her…
Tarro scoffed at her retort. His progress was fine. He just wasn’t born with super blood like Tomina. He didn’t give up on himself just yet. Still he let it go, as the conversation evolved beyond such topics. Truly nothing made him feel close to better than drinking with Tomina and letting off steam. Even though talking about Demons made him anxious, he could find a way to joke about Tomina’s heritage in spite of that. Thankfully it paid off - as Tomina’s response assured his inner fears. Despite being part Demon - there didn’t seem to be any reason to worry about any dangerous complications. He remembered Kinoko’s struggles and wondered if Tomina had had anything similar happen to her. But alas it seemed that was not the case. “Bitch will get what’s coming to her,” he responded with a nod.
He could sense the mood shift however when the discussion became about the powerhouses of the Universe. He knew she was proud, and didn’t like being reminded of where she stood against all of them. He wondered if she realized how a weakling like HIM must feel. “Aye. I’m not giving up on myself either,” he said with a nod. He would find some way to catch up. No matter what the cost. Jarvis’ jump couldn’t happen more than once. There was just no way. He would figure out a method to push himself even further. He was already close to the level of a Super Saiyan 2. Having mastered his Super Saiyan transformation - it wouldn’t be long before he started plunging into deeper depths of power.
Tarro noted her staring at the talk about Flare. Admittedly he had already been giving himself away throughout this conversation. His heightened emotional state combined with a lower filter on account of his booze- and you had a recipe for anything you wanted to know about the former Elite soldier.
Thankfully talking about his mother had changed the subject completely. He nodded, as what she said made some sense to him. “I could understand that. My days on Natto will always be part of who I am, even if I have nothing to do with that me anymore,” he said about the first half. The stuff about Tomoroko though… well that annoyed him. “I swear to god I dislike that entire family. Nasu’s the only one I can stand, but even that’s just tolerance!” he said with a scowl. Taking a deep breath however - Tarro exhaled and calmed down. The last thing they needed was someone to overhear and make some big drama.
When it came to the discussion about the what-ifs and her sister… things got a little more solemn for the both of them. Each of them felt a deep loss that they could probably never fully recover from. Yet they both were at least smart enough to try and avoid the endless hell that is rethinking one’s own decisions and how certain things could be different. Tarro had tried that once and that was what sent him into a depression spiral, what had made him sink so low in the first place. Never again. He was a soldier - and he would live like one. “You and I both would…,” he said somberly. But neither of them would get that chance. “Arres and Aru were my family. More so than my mother ever was. They were the ones who took care of me, who had my back….
So many times I’ve wished I could go back and undo my mistakes. Drink a little less at the bar… maybe not rush in when things got started…let myself die instead of letting them butt in to save me…,” he said, opening up about Natto for the first time ever. Tomina never really asked what specifically happened. She just assumed. “I never told you what happened did I? We were some of the first responders, though we admittedly did so buzzed off our asses from a victory celebration. I was chipper off my ass like a fucking schoolboy, knocking down fodder like it was nothing….” he began to explain to her prompting the question, though he was sure the answer was no. His voice wavered a little as he told the tale. It had been the first time he talked about it since it happened. “But that was when he came… that fucking prick. He came for me first, somehow knowing that I was the weakest.. He tore me apart so fast I couldn’t even see the claw slicing through my insides...He then threw me away like garbage, laughing maniacally as I suffered. He tried to finish me off quickly so that he could move onto the others...
..My best friend died taking a beam to the chest that was intended for me, as I lied on the ground helpless to just watch. One of Jarvis’ cronies… that fucking Namekian… he shot him dead with a spiraling wave of light. My body was broken in four places…spitting up blood... I was helpless. Unable to do anything but watch as the man tried to finish me off and kill him instead….
After that I thought I was dead. I was bleeding out so fast… I don’t know how I survived. The next thing I knew I woke up on a crowded spaceship with a bunch of strangers looking at me funny, while I could do was wonder what was going on. I woke up to see the debris of the planet… and the realization that everyone I loved on Natto died with it,” he said.
“Maybe I couldn’t have stopped Natto from exploding. Maybe I couldn’t have stopped the amount of bodies that dropped. But… maybe… just maybe… had I transformed then instead of after could I have saved him… saved her. So I know how it feels to feel like you let the most important people down… because that’s exactly what I did…,” he said softly before looking away in shame.
“I won’t ever accept my failure.. The most I can do is promise to avenge them… and to never let it happen again,” he finished. He was glad he was bringing out that new bottle. He was definitely going to need that good shit.
Staring at Tomina as he was forced to wait for her reaction to his love confession… he leaned against the wall. Her silence… was uncharacteristic. It scared him. The silence was like a poison coursing through his body… making him feel numb. Was this the wrong time? Did he just ruin everything?
Eventually however she spoke, though it was a much shyer tone that he had ever heard from her before. She spoke of the people who said that to her in the past, those who could not be considered sincere. He stayed quiet as he let her speak. By the way she was speaking… it was almost as if she was coming to terms with it. Like it was a difficult thing to believe. She truly was a tragically cynical creature. His eyes widened as she put down the drinks and let her ki rise? Holy shit. Was she going to kill him?
That was not the reaction he had been expecting. Thankfully however when the sword came into play she explained herself… she wanted to test him. Test the sincerity of his confession, as crazy as that was. He would oblige though, as he was professing an undying devotion to her. This was not something that was spontaneous. He wanted her more than he would ever want anyone else. “Very well,” he said in response to the ritual. Though he did not take this a joke, he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “Alright then…,” was his response.
As he listened to her side of the vow as she gripped the blade.. His demeanor softened though. His heart fluttering, skipping with every word that she spoke to him… to HIM. His eyes gazing into her own deeply, longingly as he processed every sweet word transcribed into this strange vow. The thing that really felt powerful was the stuff about the Alliance and the Earth. He knew more than anyone how much that meant to her. Walking slowly toward her, the Saiyan Elite grabbed the blade with his own hand, tightly gripping it so that blood flowed deep within. He stayed silent for a moment as he gathered his thoughts, trying to figure out what exactly to say.
“What would I give, huh?” he muttered to himself. “I, Tarro of the Saiyan Galactic Kingdom vow on the honor of my name, swear on the memories of my beloved comrades to be faithful and loyal to you in every regard possible. My body, my soul, my mind are yours, forever to be on your side until someone rips me from this flesh. I will not sleep with any other woman… or… man,” he said awkwardly, not really interested in men to begin with in that fashion. “I swear to fight for you in any battle you deem worthy fighting, even if I disagree. I will fight for you and with you to my last breath. I….,” he trailed off… taking a deep breath. This is where things got more difficult. “Jarvis… killed my family, and the only other people I’ve ever loved. But… for you… I will allow the judgment on his fate to be passed onto you, no matter what you decide to do with him. I swear to support any cause or ambition you may have for as long as I have my soul,” he said… though he had one last thing to offer.
This was the hardest thing of all. Gripping the sword away from Tomina - he took it in his own hands assuming she did not resist. He looked at her softly. They both knew he wouldn’t use a sword for anything stupid. Taking it in his hands - the Saiyan elite felt a sharp sting with a slice of the blade. Maneuvering the blade behind him - the warrior’s tail dropped to the floor. The prideful limb denoting his heritage, his identity. His tail. “I offer up even my tail…,” he said softly….
WC: 1700
[Tarro no longer has a tail. He has 2 Tail Regens still remaining to someday be used...]
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
Tomina let out a smirk towards the older Saiyan. Despite everything that they had all been through, he was far from quitting and giving into despair. They would both move forward, and crush anything that stood in their way.
“I knew you weren’t going to give up. If you had, you would have been lying on the floor next to a pile of empty bottles. You haven’t fallen back to the state I found you in while you were wallowing in your self-pity in that bar. You plan on getting stronger and stronger so that you can bring it to the people who have put us in this situation. The demon queen will regret destroying the world we worked so hard to conquer.”
Tomina wasn’t entirely able to relate to Tarro’s identity change. The changes she had gone through personally were different then what Tarro had gone through. Tomina had never started out even remotely good. On the contrary, she was one of the the most cruel Saiyanesses to ever exist at one point. Tarro on the other hand started out as a Saiyan in the Alliance, but his experiences had filled his heart with anger, and he now sought vengeance. Still, there was one thing she could definitely relate to.
“Then you feel a fraction of the hatred I have for them. Of course I respect their strength. In the modern Era, three lines of Saiyan were established to be the strongest. My mother Lettis, Natto, and Tomoroko. Of course their children would be strong: they’re the result of a merger between two of the three great lines. Most people related to them were blessed with great strength.”
Tomina’s expression followed Tarro’s suit, her lips forming a scowl much like his own. It was a rather tame response to bringing up the people who murdered everyone she cared about, but still her hatred for them showed.
“That doesn’t make the majority of them any less despicable. If they were just awful people then that would be one thing. My mother was one of the cruelest individuals to ever live and I respected her for it. It’s the fact that they keep on finding excuses for themselves and the people who matter to them that disgusts me. Nasu did the same thing the Empire did: he conquered a planet and enslaved its people. And yet she still judged me for the things that I and my family had done. “Nasu has at least seen multiple sides of the world before deciding on this path.” I’ve been to more places than he’s ever been, with people I legitimately cared about. Fuck that conceited bitch and the rest of her hypocritical family.”
Like Tarro, Nasu and the rest of those in the SGK were the only ones that she tolerated. Tomina had no kind words to say about the rest of them though. Tomina’s gazed at Tarro attentively as he told her exactly how the most agonizing day of his life had played out. So he had been there to see at least one of his comrades die in person. There were a few instances where she would have had some kind of snide remark, but not for Tarro. When he was finished, she laid out her thoughts.
“I didn’t need to ask for the details. For us Saiyans, our woes just slightly different variations of a few different stories. I doubt it will make you feel better, but even if you had gone Super Saiyan, even if you hadn’t drunk as much, even if you hadn’t rushed in, it probably wouldn’t have mattered much. I don’t usually have regrets. When I do I just shrug them off and move on. If I make a mistake, then I won’t make it a second time. All of them except the decision I made regarding myself and Karen. I know that we would have had a happy life, if only temporarily. I’ll never forgive myself for the decision that I made. For you though, you did all that you could have done. Don’t blame yourself for what happened: Caesar caught you all off guard with his treachery.”
As Tomina gave her side of the oath, she did not miss the way Tarro was looking at her. His gaze was entirely transfixed on the Elemi hybrid. He wanted her, that much was clear. She wasn’t prepared for how much he wanted her though. He walked up to her, and with no hesitation in the slightest, made oaths of his own.
Tarro would be able to take the sword from her with little resistance, as if he were pulling a knife from a stick of butter. She wasn’t able to move even if she wanted to. She felt like her heart had stopped. She watched, completely stunned as he slashed his own tail off.
“You… you’re willing to give the privilege of killing Caesar away, you even cut off your own tail… then I Tomina… accept you as my mate, now and forever more.”
Tomina gained control over her body and took the sword back from him, sliding it back into its sheath in one fluid motion. Tomina tore off fairly large portion of the bottom half of her shirt, wrapping it around her hand to stop the bleeding. Tomina was sure that Tarro wouldn’t be appreciate being covered in blood for what she had in mind next.
Desire and longing were filling Tomina completely, overwhelming the Saiyan hybrid with its strength. She had never wanted someone as badly as she wanted Tarro in that moment. With barely any warning, Tomina grabbed onto him and pulled the older Saiyan into a passionate kiss. Tomina felt a jolt the moment her lips connected with his own. Her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as she felt sparks running throughout her entire body. She had never felt anything remotely like this before. She whirled Tarro around, pushing him down onto the bed with her lips still locked to his. She pulled her mouth back, straddling his hips and looking down at him hungrily.
“How could I say no to a proposal like that? You went so far as to make yourself a tailless Saiyan. God, I love you Tarro, I love you so much.”
The rest of the night became a whirl of passionate feelings and pleasure as they expressed their love for one another. For the first time in her life Tomina didn’t want a good fuck. She wanted Tarro with all of her being. And she showed him just how badly she wanted him.
Hours later
Tomina lay under the covers of her bed, panting and sweating profusely. Tomina and Tarro had gone at it for a long time. Tomina had given her absolute all into pleasuring Tarro. Unlike with Carva, she analyzed her lovers tastes during the experience. She took note of what he liked the most and stored it away for future use.
She was going to get better and better for her mate. She had taken the lead in things for awhile. Although she could have kept control the entire time, she did not object to it when Tarro took the initiative during their time together. And oh boy, when he took the initative… Tomina shivered just thinking back to it. Not only was he amazing at it, but when they were together, she felt like they were one being. On soul bound together more tighter then a fusion could ever achieve.
“Holy shit… you really got into it Tarro. I really hope that was all meant for me, and not for your dead captain. When I tried getting into your pants the night we met, you turned me down because I reminded you of someone important you just lost, and it felt awkward for you. If you were imagining fucking Aru while you were with me, I’ll be devastated…”
Tomina turned over her head, quivering her lips and trying her hardest to put a dejected look on her face. Internally she was laughing to herself though. She couldn’t help but tease Tarro in this situation. It was too tempting not to bring up Captain Aru in this situation. He might have been her mate, but that didn’t mean she was not going to send witty, albeit more lighthearted, remarks at his expense.
For some reason saying the words aloud… saying that he had killed his team. It had somehow taken away the power those feelings once held over him. He felt a small part of himself open up and awaken after almost a year of repression. For some reason - Tomina assuring him had also helped. He believed her, given that she understood him. Perhaps that was why he made the oaths that he did. Why he was willing to give up what he was to her. She was the only thing that made him feel… good in a world that did nothing but make him angry, hurt, and vengeful. A part of him wanted to run away from that… but he knew that if he did that he would never have a chance of being happy. That he’d always be living in the shadows of the past.
He stood there- looking at her with those fearsome eyes of clear dark black, with nothing but wanting and desire beyond any man’s conceivable understanding. As she took the sword from him - his eyes didn’t waver. They focused solely on her. As she spoke the sweet words that he hadn’t expected to hear.. A small grin formed on his face. As she began to tear off parts of her shirt to wrap around her hand - he stared. “Why’d you stop there?” he joked, letting that wit hang in the air. He wanted to see all of it, but he knew it would come in time. In mere moments he found himself embraced, pulled into a deep kiss.
He curled his tongue around hers as he held onto her tight, his arms pressing against her back as the two kissed. It was then that he knew a simple truth. No one would ever make him feel this. Not just emotionally… but physically like this. He wasn’t sure if it was her blood, her hybrid genetics.. but her temperature was warm, her body giving off a sensual heat that stirred him. Letting himself be whirled around as she was the one with greater strength - the two found themselves pressed down against the mattress with a soft squeak of the springs echoing outward. The two continued to kiss for a few moments as Tarro exhaled a bit of hot air before Tomina pulled back. The forcefulness… he kind of liked letting her take charge.
His eyes stared at Tomina as she talked to him, speaking sweet things into his ear. He was very very quiet, trying to recover from the intense kiss. It acted as a whammy for him. When she went so far as to say the L word though… he smiled again. The very same way as before. “Me too,” he said. She had forced him to say it earlier… and though he meant it it was awkward for him to physically say again. He wasn’t super good at communicating these emotions with words… but he’d definitely show it in his actions. The rest of the night was a blur of heated, intense pleasure.
Hours had passed as the two had their fun. It was true. Tomina was the Captain, so she felt it natural to take charge. At least for awhile. Tarro proved to turn the tables every once awhile however and take the lead. He was still a man of pride after all. Most men were rough. They liked their fun and focused on power, dominance, and force. Tarro was generally more of a tender lover. He enjoyed things like music. Changing the tempo every once in awhile made for an exciting time. Too many songs that are fast and hardcore drown out after awhile, they become loud noise. Too many songs that are slow tend to become boring rather fast, they eventually dull out the moments to a halt. And too many songs in the middle simply feel… too mechanical, they lose any emotional investment or excitement. Switching tempos up allows for a shift in the senses, a shift in feelings…
All of these things had their perks… and he was sure to utilize them all. The two were in sync the whole time - working together. They would make one hell of a team. He had to admit though that he liked her red hair more… the mix of red and gold made it all the more thrilling.
By the end of it Tarro struggled to catch his breath, wrapped under a thick sheet. The two of them both took a moment to recover and catch their breath, reflecting on the crazy experiences. If only this became his new training regiment. He’d be invincible in no time, and he’d have more fun doing this. Well… AS much fun doing this. Turning toward Tomina at the sound of her call - he stared openly wondering what she was trying to say.
He kind of grinned at her astonishment. He was glad that he wasn’t just imagining her cries in the hours before. His grin quickly turned into a frown however as she teased him about his former love interest. He supposed it was foolish of him to mention their similar looks on their first meeting. “Of course it was meant for you…,” he said looking at her rather seriously. He extended a hand to pull her in under the covers so that they’d be a little closer, resting it on her side as he gazed into her eyes. “I wouldn’t have cut off my tail for just anyone, you know… “ he said. He didn't even think he'd have done that for Aru. And he had cared for her immensely. It was a different time of his life. “But. If you thought of Carva even once last night- we’re going to have a serious problem,” he retorted with a serious expression, letting the silence hang for a few moments before he let out a smirk. He didn’t want to make it obvious at first that he was kidding. For every punch she threw - he would have one ready to fire back.
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
Tomina blinked, surprised by how serious the atmosphere had gotten. Was Tarro actually… nope, that smirk that had appeared on his face dispelled those thoughts. That was another thing she loved about Tarro: he was able to consistently keep up with and match her witty remarks.
“Carva had experience and was well equipped like all male Saiyans are, but I’ve never been to anyone even close to what you gave me. I’m surprised you even brought up Carva though, considering how much you dislike him. Unless if you don't dislike him. You did swear that you wouldn't sleep with another woman or man… if you were thinking of Carva while you were with me, then you have no standards and I’ve just made a terrible mistake.”
Tomina rolled over onto her side, letting Tarro pull her closer to him. She let out a soft sigh of contentment, her dark blue eyes staring into Tarro’s own.
“I know that Tarro. When I was growing up, I cursed the fact that I didn’t have a tail. I couldn't use certain techniques and it made it obvious that I was a halfbreed. I wanted a tail more than anything else at the time. And you didn't even hesitate to cut off yours to be with me. You’re a keeper, and I'm never letting you go.”
Tomina snuggled as close as she could to her lover, relishing the warmth and calming feelings it invoked. She didn’t want to take away from it, but there was something that needed to be addressed.
“Being with me is going to make things more dangerous for you. If people know that I care about you as much as I do, then they might target you to get at me. If you think that's too risky, we can have this be our little secret. If you don't care about the risk, I won't even bother hiding it. It’s entirely up to you, Tarro.”
Tomina shifted her head so it was right next to Tarro. Her eyes looked into his, calmly watching his reaction. She did want Tarro to know what he was jumping into, so he could make the choice now.
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