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Demalia reached out, her hand shaking as she activated the gravity chamber to produce 10 times the normal gravity. The computer hummed as an invisible pressure beared down on her. The hybrid was nervous. Not about the heightened gravity, which her body had gotten used to, but of her training regiment that she was about to go through.
Today was the day she was finally getting training from someone who knew how to fight. Demalia preferred to avoid confrontation if she could help it. Yet several events had made her realize that she needed to be strong in order to defend herself and others who needed it. That didn't stop her from feeling nervous about it though. What if it was going to be harsh?
Fortunately Demalia was put a bit at ease due to the teacher that she had. Despite getting to know him recently, she had faith that Rutaba wouldn't be harsh on her and that he would give it his all to teach her. If her mother was still around, she would have scolded her about inviting a boy she just met to her home, or ship in this case. She definitely wouldn’t have let Demalia take him to a place where she would be all alone with a guy. Demalia felt a pain of sadness in her chest. She missed her parents so much.
Demalia took a deep breath, twirling part of her her braided hair with her fingers. She made her way to the center of the chamber, giving the Saiyan a nervous smile.
“Alright… I’m ready to train with you now. I’ll… um… follow your instructions as well as I can.”
Demalia couldn't help it: this was a little nerve wracking. At least she wasn't completely losing her composure. Yet despite her apprehension, there was a part of her that was eager to learn and get stronger.
Demalia had always been fairly competitive when growing up, and had wanted to prove that she could do things just as well as a pure Tuffle. Demalia wondered if those traits came from her demon side. Did being a hybrid mean that her psychology was different from pure Tuffles? It was something interesting that she would dive into later. For now, she kept her focus on Rutaba, waiting for him to start things off.
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Last Edit: Jan 26, 2018 15:18:02 GMT -5 by Demalia
Looking at the interior of the ship, Rutaba was very intrigued. He had never been inside of a ship like this one, he was always used to cramped one person space pods that would transport him alone to other locations, often with squadmates inside of other pods flying right alongside him. It was a nice change of scenery, and he was excited to see an actual gravity chamber as he finally walked inside. He had to preface something though. "Ya know... I've never actually been inside of higher gravity before, maybe this isn't such a good-.."
THUNK
It didn't take more than a single second for Rutaba to hit the floor like he was crash landing a space pod. He would groan a bit as he tried to lift himself up off of the floor, his body having to force itself upwards in a situation where the air around him was actively trying to throw him onto the floor. What made it much worse was probably the set of heavy weighted training armor that he had pulled out of the reserves of the SDF, if anything those were dragging him down a lot and now he had to compensate for ten times gravity all in one situation. Mixing both as firsts was a good way to break his back really but it was also a more effective way of training. Even though it looked like he could have possibly been put out of commission permanently, he would shakily rise to his feet, pouring ki into his arm so that it could more easily rise and give a thumbs up to the girl. He didn't want to worry her all because he wasn't used to this kind of pressure, the training would turn the other way around in that case.
"Okay I'm fine... I'm fine." he wasn't fine, but he could manage at the least. What made this already comedic situation all the more comedic was when he saw the girl twirling her braided hair with her fingers, the way she moved so naturally through the chamber actually shot through the Saiyan like a freshly sharpened spear. Who was the teacher here... was he really fit to do this? Maybe not, but he was going to give it his all. "Y-Yeah just uhm... give me... a second..." he would be panting a bit as his body had to get more used to the gravity at this rate or he would make no progress. In reality, his body was trying to manage its ki to output more power in an attempt to enhance his physical abilities to cope with the gravity pushing down on him. This practice was more energy consuming for him, but it was allowing him to move a bit more naturally now as his ki was practically making his body float against the force of the gravity in an attempt to balance out, it wasn't very efficient though.
He would let out a sigh as he tried to maintain his ki control through it all so that his body wouldn't just crumple like paper, it was the least he could do in this situation. "Alright... I am ready to train as well. I can instruct you as much as I can just, sorry if I can't do much physically, my body isn't used to this kind of gravity just yet." he would smile a bit as he would begin to walk towards her, smiling as best as he could despite how his body was asking to just lay down and die more or less.
With that in mind, he would slowly position his body into a stance more comfortable for himself to deal with the gravity and still move freely enough. "A-Anyways... let's start with the basic of combat. Being the strongest doesn't always mean you're the best if you don't understand how to fight. In a way, enough power can overcome skill but there is some gap between there where it can be anyone's game. Least that is what I would like to think. Everyone learn's in their own way so don't be discouraged if you don't catch on right away. I've been grown into Saiyan combat so it comes almost naturally to me. You might grow better elsewhere so don't give up." he would smile more genuinely this time as he explained it for now. He couldn't get into it too much for now but he was sure that she would get used to her own style with time.
"Alright, so to start out I just need to see you fight a bit, show me what I am working with exactly. From there I can gauge what I need to do with you. But most likely if you fight off of instinct and just throwing punches, the best place to start is finding a stance you like to fight in. Nobody has the exact same stance so you just need to find what is comfortable for you." he would quiet down then, waiting to see what she had in store for him. The training between the Tuffle and Saiyan was about to begin. [Rutaba: 8,210 PL] [HW: 2053 PL]
Her own nervousness was flushed out of her the moment that Rutaba hit the floor. A panicked look had appeared on her face and she had almost turned to rush over to the console and shut the machine off. Him giving her a thumbs up made her stop though. Still, the way he was he was struggling had him concerned. She walked over to him, putting one hand on his shoulder and one on his hip in order to help him stand.
“I’m sorry! I thought that since you were a seasoned Saiyan fighter and you’ve been to many planets, you’d be able to handle this much gravity. I’ve been training under this much a few times. I eventually got used to it. If you need for me to turn it off, let me know, okay?”
It was at this moment that Demalia registered just how close she was to Rutaba. Once he found his footing, she back up a few feet, a faint blush on her face. Despite that though, a nasty thought entered her mind as she watched Rutaba struggle to stay on his feet. It was true that she had a bit of trouble at first, but nothing like what the Saiyan was experiencing.
”Demons have no place in this dimension.”
Demalia looked over at Rutaba, them down at her own hand. She wasn't struggling in the slightest against this kind of gravity. He was looking at her own body apprehensively.
<Maybe he's right. Maybe I don't belong anywhere.>
Demalia hadn’t realized just how much more durable she was then everyone. Rutaba certainly had more experience then her. She was starting to think that barely anyone could match her on raw power at this point. Was this how much stronger those with Demonic heritage were? Demalia gave the Saiyan a nod, still looking concerned for his well being.
“It’s alright. I don't think either of us should push ourselves too hard. Or at least.. um… we should keep things as safe as possible.”
Demalia didn't want the higher gravity to get the better of Rutaba. She soaked in every word he said about learning how to fight. So first they were going to have to see where she was at. Which made her a little more worried for Rutaba’s safety.
“I don’t know that much about the fundamentals of combat. I need to know how to properly fight if I’m going to use my abilities to their full potential. I’ll do my best to spar with you. Here I come… I guess.”
Demalia stood there for a good minute, slowly thinking about how to approach this. She honestly had no idea what she was doing. Without even entering a stance, she ran forward and aimed a punch at Rutaba’s chin. It was very lopsided and easy to see coming. It was a very awkwardly thrown attack that was visibly uncomfortable for her. Although considering a strength, it would probably leave a mark if he hit directly.
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Demalia throws a basic melee at Rutaba. If math is needed it will be edited in later.
Last Edit: Jan 29, 2018 15:43:12 GMT -5 by Demalia
Rutaba would remain focused as best as he could as he smiled at the girl, trying his best to seem happy at the whole situation rather than reserved about it. He had nothing to hide. "I am still pretty young, I may be seasoned but I mostly went on Pirate Ship raid missions. I don't think I've been on a planet with higher gravity before. I can handle this much, I just think I wasn't prepared for it. I'm wearing weighted training clothing, and while normally that is no excuse, this is also my first time using them. I think two things I wasn't used to just added up." he would keep grinning to the girl as he spoke, trying to make sure that she didn't feel bad about the gravity or anything. He also... wanted to keep up his own appearances in a way. He probably wouldn't have this much of a problem in the future, it was just something to ease into for now.
He would pick up at her looking at him, and then down at her hand... was she worried about him or something? He couldn't have the slightest clue about what her mind was really going through, but he could only guess that she was worried about something with that look. "You're used to this kind of stuff, right? Don't worry, I'll get used to it and be able to move naturally in no time. Some Soldiers get special gravity training issued to them before they head off to planets that require it. Nobody gets attuned to it right away, but everyone gets used to it in time... how about this, I'll power up a bit so that my body has more power behind it to move under this kind of pressure." he would go silent as he would close his eyes, clenching his fists as his energy would pour and seep through his body, making a yellow haze around his body until it would explode in an aura around him that almost masked his body is pure yellow.
"This should also even our playing fields... I can sense how strong you are, you are very gifted. You could do a lot even without training like this. But since you wanted this, and I like you, I am perfectly fine with training you as much as you want. Though just understand if I need a bit of time in each training session to get used to stuff like this gravity if we take it up some notches." he would move his arm to rub the back of his head, trying his best to act natural now that he was powered up. Honestly, just being a bit stronger allowed his body to move so much better during all of this. He was no longer forcing himself to move, moving more like he would normally. Albeit, that meant the gravity was still pushing him down to where he couldn't move too much faster like the form was supposed to allow.
"I'll teach you as much as I can, so spar all you like." Rutaba would then adopt the basic fighting stance trained at the Sadal Fighting Academy. It wasn't anything special, compared to the more advanced fighting style used by those who trained in the advanced courses given there. But, it was far more than nothing, it was a stance that one could take Pride in and one could tell was a fighting stance that was developed over centuries of a warrior race. The Saiyan would watch as Demalia ran forward and punched towards him, and honestly, she was fast. So fast in fact, that Rutaba knew that if he stayed in his regular state that he wouldn't have been able to dodge it from a mixture of his weighted clothing and the gravity pouring down on him. He would have been able to see it coming a mile away, in any case, just he wasn't sure if he was fast enough at first to get out of the way.
Due to not using any of his own energy yet, he was able to more easily use his body as well, allowing him to dodge out of the way of her attack fairly competently, ducking his head underneath her fist and then sliding himself around to the side as he would just watch her punch follow through. "That gives me enough... it is one thing to throw a punch not knowing how to, but it is another thing to be uncomfortable doing so, which your body language just screamed. Once you've learned how to fight a bit more, it should be as natural to throw a good punch or kick as it is to walk down a city street. It should feel good both going through the air and when connecting." he would smile a bit towards the girl, trying his best not to act like he's condescending or anything and rather just giving her a bit to note when it came to her fighting. He would drop back into his fighting stance, before moving into a few basic, quick motions with his fists, just training himself a bit with shadowboxing to show her what he meant, throwing a few kicks around as well. While they didn't pack the punch of an extremely trained fighter, they each looked fluid like water running down a stream, with Rutaba's face remaining as focused and calm as he was when he spoke.
The Saiyan would stop his aimless shadowboxing, however, as he would move his eyes to stare at Demalia once more. "The first thing I want you to do is to find some sort of stance that feels comfortable, sort of like standing. Many people find their own stances and many others follow a larger more common one. It should be as natural feeling to you as any other position to relax in. From there, I can help you build your punch off of it. Standing normally can be fine, but building a competent punch off of it can be quite hard. You can try to adopt the Sadal stance that I am using, but just know that it might not be as comfortable for you as it is for me. Though you can keep throwing punches if you want to see if you can just get used to it, I am up for anything." he would continue to smile at the girl, hoping to ease her into this. He didn't expect her to get used to fighting in one training session but he was happy to at least give her some pointers. He would once more drop himself into the Sadal Academy fighting stance, both to show her what it looked like once more and to also let her know he was ready if she wanted to attack some more.
“Oh… I thought you had been to many planets. I didn't realize that the defense force assigned you to mainly one specific type of mission. I should have taken your weighted clothing into account… I’m really sorry about the misunderstanding…”
Demalia was the type of person to hit herself for her shortcomings. In some respects this was a good thing: she didn't put the blame of a failure on other people. However she was sometimes a little too harsh on herself.
She was a genius among her people, so she constantly put pressure on herself to succeed in her projects and most endeavors in general. So when things went wrong, she really took things hard.
Even though Rutaba was smiling at her, she knew that this was hard on his body. He was trying to make her not worry, which was sweet of him. It was nice interacting with someone who was this kind to her. She didn’t expect anyone to be this understanding towards her outside of her parents. It did make her feel a little better, although she still looked concerned for the Saiyan.
Rutaba had watched her as she looked down at her hand. It wasn't something that she was aware of. She was too focused on the things that Kai had said to her and the power that she had. Rutaba’s next words got her a bit out of her slump though. She looked up at him, giving him a relieved smile.
“You all go through this type of training then? I am very used to it since I put myself through the first level. It makes me happy to know that there are other people who can withstand this much gravitational pull. I was starting to think that I was the only one who could.”
Demalia looked relieved by this knowledge. It made her feel less like a freak and more like a person. She wanted to get stronger for the sake of peace. The more powerful she became though, the more disconnected she became. She felt as though she didn't belong anywhere because of that. So knowing that there were others out there that could perform similar feats to hers was reassuring to her.
Demalia watched as Rutaba powered himself up. She suspected that it was to help him deal with the gravity he was having trouble against. When he complimented her, the hybrid blushed, tapping her fingertips together a few times before clasping her hands together. She wasn't used to receiving compliments outside of her family. It gave her a good feeling that was similar, yet also different from when her parents gave her praise.
“Um… thank you… I was born stronger than everyone I knew though. I did push my body to get this far, but I born With certain gifts from the start.”
Demalia’s face flushed red with his next works. Did a guy just tell her that he liked her? No, he obviously meant that he liked her as a friend… right? Demalia had no experience with these kind of things. She was socially awkward and kept to herself. Even if she hadn’t been the subject of bullying due to her heritage, finding a guy to date just wasn't a huge priority. Demalia also felt a bit awkward awkward out it since she was considerably taller than any potential Tuffle boyfriend.
Now a guy who was taller than her and good looking telling her that he liked her. The rational part of her mind was certain that he meant that as a friend. Yet she still reacted to it emotionally. She turned her faced to the side, avoiding eye contact as she gave a reply.
“Um… er…. I like you too… I’m... um… happy that you're taking the time to er… help me train. It's just that...well… no one outside of my parents has done this much to help me. You um… must be busy being a part of the defense force, yet er… you're taking the time to help me. You’re… um… really nice to me…”
God, this was so awkward. Although Demalia managed to recover a little bit by the time they got back to their training. He managed to dodge her attack, which she wasn't that surprised by. It was a very obvious and clumsy punch. She looked at the Saiyan, taking in every word he said to her. Every movement he made and the things he was telling here were being absorbed by her.
“So... er.... even your stance is that important? I suppose I do need to find something that I’m more comfortable with. Um... could you give me a few minutes?”
Demalia spent the next 5 minutes going into a variety of stances, including the Sadal one that was shown to her. She was visibly uncomfortable with all of them. The main problem was that whenever she threw out a few experimental jabs, her arms felt stiff and it didn't feel natural.
<It's no good… I really don't like throwing out punches. It just doesn't feel natural in the slightest. I need to take a different approach to this…>
Although what that approach was, she didn't know. Maybe if she relied on some style that wasn’t punch heavy that could work. She continued shift stances and throwing out experimental jabs and kicks. She was hoping she would run into something that would fit her eventually.
The Saiyan would look up at the ceiling a bit as he pondered over her apology, smirking and then shaking his head a bit after she would then talk about how she was happy that other people went through this kind of training too. He would sort of wave his hands in a gesture of trying to say no her to before he spoke as well. "You really don't have to be sorry though, it wasn't really a misunderstanding at all. I didn't give you nearly enough information to know that this would happen, but I am happy that we went through with this. And, sometime soon I will be going through these sort of courses as well. Though, I guess I am cheating a little when they will pull me into this kind of gravity training and I am already used to it." he would snicker a bit and give the girl a thumbs up, he didn't want her to feel like this was on her or anything, after all it wasn't a BAD thing in the first place. Furthermore, it was more than a little funny that he would already be used to 10x gravity by the time he would get a course on it, he'd amaze all of his coworkers for sure!
Their conversations would go a bit further though... but a certain bit of them caught his eye a bit more as the girl's face flushed red. She seemed embarrassed about what he said, as a Saiyan he could accept that she was getting flustered over the idea of training with him for a while but he knew that wasn't the case, she seemed so shy and reserved with how she would push her fingers together from certain things he had said even when they first met. It was very hard to miss and the Saiyan was catching on little by little as to what he assumed she meant. Though there could have been many answers to it, from anxiety to embarrassment it all could have affected her this way, but when he said that he liked her it seemed to get to its highest as she even looked away from him to give her awkward sounding response. It didn't make him like her any less, he was just worried if the two of them would be able to work together for as long as she was like that. The shyness on its own was kinda cute, he couldn't lie about that but he didn't want to ruin her training because he would cause it to happen too often.
"I'm not THAT busy. To tell you the truth I've actually been in the harshest pit of inactivity as of late... not that I want to be or anything." an audible sigh would fall out of Rutaba's mouth a bit as his normally happy demeanor would fall just a little bit, he was still trying to smile but it just seemed far less content than before. "I used to be a lot busier when I would go on those Pirate Raids I was talking about, I was a member of a five-person squad under my mentor with three other friends of mine. All of them are gone now... without a Squad, the Force has just been letting me do patrols on the planet rather than other things. I am not a high enough rank to go out on Solo Missions, so I stay here... and I have a lot more free time than I would like to have." Rutaba would rub the back of his head as he spoke, trying to have a little bit of a heart to heart with the girl as he thought over the details.
"But regardless of any of that, I have all the time in the world to help you, and if anything I have every reason to want to grow stronger as well. And I... really feel like I have a lot in common with you, and it is why I like you. I want to help you pursue what you want because, well, my life has always been about helping people, whether it is a job or not. So never be afraid to ask for help from me, okay?" the Saiyan would return to grinning once more, putting on that outward smile that he liked to have when around other people. Despite how crushed he was by losing his squad and being more or less grounded alone on the planet... he was meeting more people... people he felt he could connect with and rely on. He didn't care what it really meant in the long run, he just wanted to feel like he had people he could have the company of once more.
Even after that, their training would continue on and it would end up with the girl taking a few minutes to practice on her own... no matter what stance she took up she always looked as uncomfortable as ever. It was usual to not be able to adapt to every stance... but it was unusual to be unable to be even comfortable in any stance even after minutes of trying out different ones. The Saiyan started to get worried about her, as he would just stare down at his hands, clenching them over and over wondering if it was weird to be so used to fighting with fists. However, his answer to this problem would be sitting directly on his waist, with the longsword that he also used in most of his battles. It had hardly come to mind during the entire time the girl asked him to teach her how to fight.
"Wait, Demalia... you just want to be able to fight, right? It doesn't necessarily have to be physical combat?" he would question her a little bit as he would slowly unsheathe his sword holding it up a bit as he would hold it in view of her to allow her to see. "Now, I was trying to teach you hand-to-hand combat this entire time... but I also use this sword here when fighting, mostly to apply Ki into it to stun people, but that is beside the point." the sword he was holding would be lowered after referring to it for long enough, it wasn't going to be of any use for him in this next instruction as he didn't think the sword itself was the answer. "There are many artificial means of fighting, you Tuffles are a very intelligent race, no? Perhaps you would be better suited to an artificial weapon rather than your fists, or just using your ki might work better. Be it one or the other I think you should delve into one of those options as well, I can help you if you think utilizing your Ki would be a good thing to do, but for the more artificial stuff... well, I'd have to see what you like" The Saiyan's large grin would spark up once more, he wasn't sure if this was the answer either really... the girl could just come out and not like any artificial weapon out there alongside the more physical and spiritual means. If none of this worked... well, maybe she was just built to be a diplomat rather than anything else, but he wouldn't give up on her... he wasn't one to do that.
Demalia looked at Rutaba's hand gestures. Was he trying to tell her that all of this wasn't her fault? He confirmed it for her shortly after that though. She did feel a little bit relieved to hear his reassurances.
"It was still an error on my part not to inquire into it in the first place. At least you'll be ready for the official courses once you take them. I don't see why practicing for them would be considered cheating though."
Rutaba seemed to take things along in good spirit. He didn't get mad like most people would over this kind of incident. At least, Demalia was pretty sure that it would make most people mad. She didn’t interact with too many people after all.
Rutaba thankfully made things a little less awkward for her by piquing her curiosity. Her emotions were getting the better of her. She wasn't going to let that affect their interactions though: she figured she was just very supressed emotionally given her upbringing. So she would probably get used to being around him eventually.
The way he got her curious wasn't about the best of things though. Rutaba talked about being a part of a 5 person squad at one point. Demalia was a observant individual. She did not miss the drip in his mood when he brought it up. She attributed it to him simply no longer being a part of that squad though.
"Did your team members get reassigned? Since the force hasn't put you in another squad does that make this their way of downsizing their members? You're only going to get more experience if they let you do missions. It seems self defeating if they just keep you on Sadal."[/b]
So her logical side was right, as usual. While in part he was helping her because they had a lot in common, this was a usual pattern of behavior for him. He wasn't just doing this for her. The blush on her face began to fade away. Hopefully it wouldn't be that profuse if it did happen again.
Demalia frowned when Rutaba mentioned that there were other ways of fighting. The talk about weapons especially was something that Demalia had thought about. However she had made a decision regarding utilizing them before she even came to Sadal.
"I plan on utilizing guns into my combat style eventually. I've been in a serious fight before, and I was able to end it in one shot. Which was good, since one shot was all I had. I can't just fire randomly though. I need a style to mark the basis of my techniques. I don't know even basic fundimentals right now, so my first objective is to learn those. There will also be some situations where I won't be able to use a weapon."
Demalia tried to imagine shadow boxing the way Rutaba did. Every time she visualized fighting with punches it didn't work out though. The Tuffle hybrid uncurled her fingers on both hands, bending them completely straight on one while slight bending them on the other. She threw out a serious of blows which utilized her palms. Which her attacks were still telegraphed and she didn't have a specific stance yet, she seemed comfortable with these attacks though. It looked as though she was starting to form something that was the basis of a fighting style.
Despite coming to terms with a lot of it... the Saiyan was still a bit sad about the whole topic he had brought up. Her asking a bit more of it only made him a bit more scared when it came to this sort of thing. Would she look down upon him for being such a failure of a teammate... he hoped not. Even further, her blush was fading away which made him happy in some way, though a bit of him was sad to see that cute side of her going away, they were training and he needed to focus on what he was there for after all, no? Rutaba's face would fall down a bit as he thought over how he wanted to phrase what was next... how did he put it?
"You've been a good friend to me so far to be able to trust you with this. I'll let you into my life... why I always seem so by the books and want to help people and not focus too much on other things." he would let out a little bit of a sigh as he would look back over to Demalia, a soft smile on his face to show that he was still at least happy going, for now, it probably wouldn't remain that way as he told his story though. "When I first joined the Defense Force, I knew almost nobody in it. I met a guy early on who became my first Squad Mate. We sort of shifted leadership around from time to time but we were inseparable so we had to be placed into squads together. Eventually, we found a Commander who was a perfect fit for us, and later we had two girls join our squad as well. We were a perfect team in a way... all of us worked fine together, and me and the guy, his name was Azukai, we were the best friends ever, nothing could shake our bonds." he would go quiet after he said this, sighing as he said it. What a load of crap that was... it was fine at the time but it truly was the worst.
"That's what I thought, anyway... but in the middle of my last mission off of Sadal, he defected to the side of some cartel, and killed my Commander and both of the girls in my squad. He ran away after that and nobody has seen him ever since, at least, none that reported it. My squad of five... destroyed with three casualties and one traitor... it left me all alone." his voice began to break a little bit as he would speak, his eyes shadowing themselves out a bit as he would shake his head trying to break out of it. He didn't want to be corrupted or consumed by revenge. "Needless to say... my capabilities were questioned when I was unable to stop him. I feel so horrible for what happened there... my Commander was Old but he had a fire burning inside him that could rival any ambitious child. Those two girls... twins that were always together and helped me feel emotions I thought were impossible for a Peacekeeper." he wanted to bite his tongue at that point, was he really going to gush all of his emotions out onto this girl who had been so nice and had her own problems to deal with? She didn't need this kind of stress... to be working with such a broken and poor excuse of a man who would break on the inside just for talking about stuff like this. Despite those feelings... he would continue.
"I wasn't able to keep a single one of them alive. Ever since then I have decided... I should just devote myself to helping people I see, my emotions get the better of me when they shouldn't. Things like falling in love with somebody, making parental bonds with your elders, becoming brothers with someone you thought you knew like one. All of those relationships... they don't really work out in this career. But... I'm going to push on, for the people like you who I feel I can get along with and can make me feel emotions like that again. So don't feel bad for what I have said here today... just know that I am thankful for you, and people like you, who can make me genuinely smile." despite the horrid words he was saying, almost like he was trying to rip those kinds of emotions and interactions out of his heart forever, he couldn't help but grin at the girl once more. No tears came out... the amount of crying that he could put into this kind of thought had come and gone, he just had to keep pushing on for the people he met.
With his sob story done though, he would move on to what was next... he had to focus on the combat, right? He had literally just thought that to himself before going into his story so he had to focus on that! Her response to his idea, however, wasn't as positive as he expected but it was at the very least something to get him motivated to find another way to help her. "Guns, huh? Yeah, those can't be used always... I was more thinking along the melee style like a staff or a hammer or something but guns work too they just aren't always reliable. So I understand where you are coming from with this... back to physical natures then." he would cross his arms and think hard on what exactly he could do to help but... he was honestly drawing blanks. But once again just the girl acting on her own helped him come up with something a bit more probable. "Oh... that works too." he would mumble to himself as he would sort of change his body stance to perform palm strikes with his hands, and then moving them straight on as he performed jabbing motions with his hands. They weren't as comfortable for him as he wasn't used to them and they seemed to support a more quick and controlled style, but he had seen some people use these to excellent effect elsewhere, it just wasn't for him.
"Well, I think you're better at teaching yourself than I am." he would chuckle a bit as he would rub the back of his head, it seemed that this girl was coming up with her own style just from changing up the motions into something he never even thought of. "You look so much more relaxed doing those palm strikes, you might be the kind of person who works better doing those kinds of forceful body blows. Try doing some jab motions with your fingertips as well to see if that style fits you as well. You might just be someone who can't adapt to punching, which is fair but we can work with this. Good job." he would stand there and wait for now to try it out on her own. He wasn't going to be forceful with her or anything, she needed to train herself and learn on her own to grow afterall.
Demalia was surprised that Rutaba felt comfortable enough around her to talk about something that sounded like an extremely personal matter. Still, she was happy that he trusted her enough to bring this kind of thing up with her. Even though he didn't ask her to, she would keep this information to herself. Casually talking about personal matters with other people would be a massive betrayal in Rutaba's trust.
The tale was darker then what Demalia thought it would be. One of his squad members had betrayed him, resulting in the death of everyone he cared about. The Tuffle hybrid looked at the Saiyan with sympathy in her eyes. When he was done, she walked over and hugged him.
"That's awful... You shouldn't have had to suffer like that. Most of them were wonderful people to you. I'm sorry this happened to you... your friends didn't deserve that fate."
Demalia held him loosely for a few minutes. Demalia wasn't embarrassed by how close she was to him. She was trying to comfort a good friend, and a hug just seemed appropriate given the cirumstances. Demalia backed up a few steps after a moment, she arms slipping down to hang at her sides.
"Since you told me something this personal, it's only fair to tell you why I want to get stronger. I haven't known you for very long, let I feel like I can trust you with my most personal memories."
Demalia.took a deep breath, preparing to dive back into the worst day of her life. It wasn't something she was fond of talking about, to say the least. But she would suck it up and do it for Rutaba. If he had the courage to tell her the tragedy that he suffered, then she could do it too.
"My parents and I were out preparing for an expedition to Brench. This was the first time that I was going with them on one of these trips, and I was so excited. Everything was right in that moment."
Demalia smiled sadly as she recalled the joy and happiness she experienced in that moment. It was one of the best memories she ever had. Thst was the memory she wanted to hold onto, not what happened next.
"Then suddenly we were attacked. Two energy blasts killed my parents instantly. Two Ocryians appeared and took everything from me and an instant. You've met one of them before: he was the brute you encountered outside of town."
Demalia's body trembled, her head hanging low and looking at the ground. She could still hear the detonation of the energy blasts, and see the charred remains of her family.
"At first I thought it was a bad dream. Everything was going wonderfully a few minutes ago. Things could only go wrong that quickly in a nightmare. I couldn't deny it though, and I was overtaken by grief and rage."
Demalia reached into a pouch at her hip and pulled out a capsule. There was a small puff of smoke. When it cleared, Demalia was holding what appeared to be a shotgun. The Tuffle hybrid raised her head to look at Rutaba, her eyes watering as she continued with her tale.
"My mother was against it, but my father got me an energy gun for the trip. It's a one shot weapon meant for self defense. In my anger though, I nearly killed one of them. Power I had never felt before filled my body. I don't know how, but I increased the power of the shot I fired then I should have been able too. Everything was a blur to me though. I remember what happened, but that moment is fragmented with all these emotions..."
Demalia's eyes watered more as the emotions all came rushing back to the foreground of her mind once again. It was not only the saddest event she had ever experienced, but she had almost committed an act that she never would have forgiven herself for.
"I shot to kill that day. Taking a life is abhorrent and goes against everything I believe in. I was so lost in rage that my own morals didn't matter to me. The blast would have killed that Ocyrian, if his partner hadn’t stepped in and weakened the blast. Even then, her arm was badly burned because of it."
Demalia raised her hand, holding it in front of her face. Once again the words Onato had spoken came back to her. Even before she started training with gravity, she was unbelievably powerful. She felt like she was like that Kai in that respect: she had so much strength that it seemed like she was from an entirely different realm.
"I let them both go in the end. I was so disgusted with myself for nearly killing them. What they did that day was unforgivable. But I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I had sunk to their level. The only other option was imprisoning them, but we likely wouldn't have been able to hold them and they would have hurt more people. I... just... why did everything turn out this way?"
Demalia took off her glasses, and used her sleeve to wipe off the tears that were flowing down from her eyes. She let out a sound that seemed like a mix between a sob and a sharp breath before lowering her arm. She looked over at Rutaba, a strange look of sadness and determination blazing in her eyes.
"In that moment I vowed to make myself as strong as I possibly could. I want to create a world where people don't have to fear being killed by someone stronger then them. If I become strong enough, I could prevent any kind of fight from happening. No one would ever have to worry about losing their loved ones at the hands of others ever again."
An abrupt change had come over the Tuffle hybrid. She seemed much more sure of herself then she had before. There was still anger and sadness there, but there was true passion in her words. Her voice reverberated with strength that it had lacked previously.
"I vowed to end the type of pain inflicted by others. My dream is to make a universe where everyone can live happily without fear of premature death. Tuffle science is the best in the world: we can repair injuries, cure sicknesses, the possibilities with technology are endless. No one would ever have those close to them killed at the hands of others ever again!"
The arm holding the gun shoot up, hoisting the gun she was holding above her head. In an instant, her eyes widened. She looked up at the shotgun she was clenching tightly above her. She lowered the gun, putting it inside of its capsule before storing it away in the pouch.
"Forgive me... I still haven't fully gotten over that loss. My emotions get the better of me sometimes, like they sometimes do with you. We have a lot in common..."
Demalia broke off, looking ashamed. She couldn't believe that she had let herself in her emotions like that. What she said was truly what she truly wanted. It was why she wanted to get stronger. She needed the power to ensure that no one would abuse theirs to impose their will.
Demalia put her eyeglasses back on, looking at Rutaba solemnly. It looked as though she was going to have to give him some advice of her own. She didn't like the current state he had put himself in.
"That's just like everyone else Rutaba. Falling in love, caring for your family and comrades, those are all things most people feel. They don't get in the way of any profession in particular. Your job might be more dangerous then normal, but life has its risks no matter what. My parents weren't in any kind of military and yet they were killed in front of me."
Demalia closed her eyes, clenching and opening her fists in succession. It was something she did when she needed to calm down. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes and continuing.
"Life has risks. To close yourself off because you're afraid of being hurt again will only makeep you more miserable. I still have nightmares about what happened, but that doesn't take away from all the wonderful memories I have growing up with my parents. Plus... if I closed myself off, then I wouldn't be able to enjoy trainning with you as much as I do. Please don't hurt yourself Rutaba, and don't close yourself off to feeling things."
Demalia gave the Saiyan a sad smile. She was glad that he thought highly of her, and wasn't used to this much praise. But sh would do her best to live up to it.
"I'm glad that I can bring a litthe bit of joy back to you. But don't thank me just yet. I still need to help you. It's wonderful to live for others sake, but I want to help you live a little bit more fir yourself and your own feelings again."
Demalia agreed with what he said about guns. Although one day she planned on fully implimenting them into her combat, even at close quarters. She seemed to have found her groove a bit, although she still had much to learn. Demalia did what Rutaba suggested and threw out a few jabs with her fingertips.
"That wasn’t too bad, but I'll mostly stick to palm strikes. Even if I am picking this up fast, I still need to learn how to control my ki better, master movement and invasion, and just get a better fighting sense. I can't do that all on my own."
Demalia moved around the chamber, taking up different stances and towing out different attacks. Slowly but surely it looked like something was coming together. Perhaps one day soon she would fully decide on what kind of style to impliment.
The Saiyan's eyes would go a bit wide as he felt arms go around him. The feeling was so foreign at this point... it hurt a little, not out of pain, but out of how much he let such a feeling escape him. Even so, his arms would find themselves going around the Tuffle back to hold her close against his form, his eyes closing a bit as he would listen to her speak for a moment. He would only open his eyes and let her go when she backed away, just smiling at her a little bit weakly from the hug but a smile nonetheless, but not uttering a single word yet... he had no reason to just yet, as she didn't look like she was finished. His eyes would fall a little bit as he heard her next words, she didn't have to tell her something about herself just because he said his own piece... he wouldn't deny her being able to do, not at all, but he didn't want her to feel bad either.
But, nonetheless, she would begin to tell him the story of how her parents died. It was a grim tail and the Saiyan couldn't help but look down as she told her story. He would listen diligently, making sure to hang on the end of each word to make sure that he could understand them, but he still couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes. Especially once she told him exactly who did it... one of them was someone they had met together once, in an albeit brief moment. No wonder she reacted so negatively when she saw that man out in the forests. She had every reason to act that way, and it all made sense now. The fact that she didn't kill him on sight was truly amazing, and it let him see how much restraint she had, revenge was a powerful emotion.
Her story didn't stop then, as she even pulled out a weapon that would show exactly what she used next. So many emotions seemed to be pouring through the girls as she would tear up, it seemed that there were many sides of this story to take into account for the poor girl, and it made the Saiyan's chest tighten. She seemed like such an innocent, caring creature in that moment, like a lost dog looking for a way home. The way her pacifistic side came out to explain the killing intent was such an easy thing to take notice of, and it made it all the more sad to hear her talk about it. He was so selfish... to take so much time to look into his own problems, he had forgotten that others had their own lives going on. This girl had everything stripped from her in her happiest moments... he had to feel for her. Even then, he couldn't bring out the will to speak to her before her story was finished. He had so much to say... but it still just would not come out. He wanted to tell her that she did the right thing letting them go and that she wasn't a monster for having those emotions flood through her in that moment, but he was choking up from being able to speak till she was done.
What she showed next... took the Saiyan by surprise, however. That fiery determination in her eyes... even if it was filled with sadness as well. He looked like he wanted to say something still, but bit his tongue to hold back as she continued further. Her ambitions were so strong, and nothing seemed to shake them no matter what. She was really an inspiration, to say the least. But at last, after she told everything, she would ask him to forgive her which would make him snap out of his trance a bit, waving his hands a bit in a gesture to tell her no as he began to speak. "Come on now, I have nothing to forgive you for. Something like that isn't easy to get over. You're really inspirational and I think you should let that side out of you a lot more... I think you're really amazing." he would speak softly once more trying to make her feel a bit better about the subject, she looked so ashamed, but he didn't want that. "I... really wish we could live in a world like that too. I joined the Defense Force not the for the money, not for the fame, not for the utilities... I just want somewhere where I can make the universe a better place. All of the Killing... all of the fear. All of the hate and anger, the frustrations of loss... all of it is so horrible. I want to help get rid of it with you. I want to become the Leader of the Sadal Defense Force... I want to help change all of this and make alliances that will hold strong enough to make everyone feel at peace. Not just for Sadal... but for every innocent life on every planet from here to the edge of the Universe." he would speak a bit firmly, clenching his fist as he restated his desire to become the next King. It wasn't for the leadership though... it was for the compassion towards helping others at this point.
The Saiyan would fall quiet once more though, seeing that the girl was going to speak her mind once more. He would look down a bit, feeling that same sort of guilt that he did before, he was being so selfish with his story, to say such a thing. Her hands clenched over and over, he wanted to reach out and take her hands to try and make her feel better but he was stuck, frozen in place as he listened to her words. The outcome with her parents... it was all so horrible, he wished she didn't have to live through that pain. What if they were still alive now, would she be a lot more happy-go-lucky and carefree? The Sad smile she gave afterward struck through him once more, however. How could he deal with this... he wanted to close himself off from feeling things like this, but this girl just kept hitting him time and time again. It was like a battle of emotions deep inside of him that was wanting to push outwards. She told him not to hurt himself or to close off to feeling such things... but what kind of things would he do if he allowed it? He didn't know... and it made his head hurt.
Still... he would crack a bit of a smile back at her, closing his eyes as he would walk close once more. He couldn't stop himself from holding her once again, one of his hands resting on top of her head as the other just held her against him. The Saiyan wanted to comfort her in a way... her sad and broken looks made him hurt inside and he knew that she was right... he was hurting inside because he didn't want his emotions to come out with somebody who deserved them. He was so, so scared though... what would happen to her if he let her more into his life, would she die next? Or would she become some toy to those of fate? He had no idea... he didn't want to lose someone close again so he shut himself out from that. He may as well keep everyone far to stop that from happening, right? It was so wrong of him to do that... but still, he couldn't help but close his eyes and just come to terms with it for now. "I... I'll try not to close myself off anymore... thank you. I'm just terrified... I've met so many people lately that I'd never want to see hurt. My Saiyan blood... it... does things to me when I get angry... I feel like a monster who wants to destroy. I failed that mission... everyone died, and I let everyone get away all because I wanted revenge. My lust for fighting, it overcomes me in those moments. I don't want to let other people die in vain all over my emotions. But... I'll try to change if that is truly what you want." his voice would be shaky the entire time he spoke, not sure if he wanted to continue or just shut up while he was ahead, but nonetheless, he would say more. He didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, he just wanted it out.
Soon enough though, he would let go, feeling like he had brought her into that hold a little too preemptively himself... though she did the same he felt like maybe it was inappropriate for himself to do so now. He would smile genuinely once more, watching as she progressed with the training. She seemed to be doing so much better, it seemed that palm strikes were the way to go but the girl was certainly right... she would need to learn a lot more about defense and ki control to really get the hang of battle. He would look down at his hand once more, thinking about what exactly he could do to help her. She was doing a really good job at coming up and progressing on her own, but maybe he was helping her just by proxy of letting her try out things she wasn't really going to get used to where she could move into finding stuff herself. "Well... I can try to help with that stuff. We can have an actual spar for fighting sense and all of that. I learned to fight through raw combat with my superiors and other trainees, rather than being taught it directly. I was shown how to punch, how to dodge, and how to use my ki but... none of that worked out very well till I got into some spars and saw how to react to others well enough. Same goes for movement... you don't just move based off of your training, you move based off of your opponent, which changes dramatically from fighter to fighter." his eyes would move up to set themselves on the girl once more now, he was sort of curious how she would take into fighting once they got into the sparring half of things... he hoped she would be able to get used to it all.
"Anyways, I suppose what is next is... well, up to you really. We have all the time you could ask for, we don't need to make you a master of everything right away. Can start with things you are more interested in. Fighting may be about the basics but you can't fight based off of what you are told, but rather what you feel. Though, if you'd like a suggestion, I'd say working more on your palm strikes is fine enough. No point going into a fight if you can't hit, right? Otherwise, you are just waiting for the enemy to give up." he would grin a bit as he would joke a little at the end. Surely some people have beaten their opponents by boring them, right? In theory, someone could keep running away and dodging till the person gave up. But, that wasn't smart if you wanted to protect people, they needed to actually fight.
If the mood hadn’t been so serious, Demalia would have giggled at the way Rutaba was moving his arms right now. A tinge of pink returned to her face as he complimented her again. Even in their lowest moment, she still find it strange to be receiving this much praise from someone she just met.
“Really? You're not just being nice? You keep dying such nice things about me…”
Demalia listened intently to him as he explained his reasons for joining the defense force. Which were similar to the reasons she had gotten into science. He wanted to make the universe a safer place to live in. Demalia nodded, her determination shining in her eyes again.
“I’m sure we can do it if we put our minds to it. You and I… let's make the universe a better place to live in.”
Demalia’s eyes widened as she felt Rutaba embrace her. Telling her story had been taking its toll on her: maybe that was what prompted the Saiyan to hug her. She had worried that she might have stepped over a line when she did it earlier, but since he was doing the same thing it was clear that she hadn’t overstepped her boundaries.
Demalia let herself relax in his embrace. She pressed her chest against his, her head resting on his shoulder. Rutaba made her feel safe and secure like this. When she felt his hand on her head, Demalia returned the favor by wrapping one arm around his middle while the other reached up. She stroked his hair with her fingertips, gently brushing her fingers against his head either each motion. She murmured softly next to Rutaba's ear.
“You don’t have to open up to everyone just yet. I think you should start out slow and open up to a few close people right now. You don’t have to worry about hurting me: with your training, I’ll be able to handle it if you lose control again. Being a Saiyan or losing yourself to your emotions doesn't make you a monster.”
There were some people who thought that certain species were barbaric or evil in some way. The Kai loathed her for having demonic blood, while Rose had an hatred for the Ocyrians. It was wrong to judge an entire race for the actions that a few of them committed. Demalia continental running her fingers through Rutaba’s hair, relishing in the warmth that his body provided.
“You’re putting too much blame on yourself Rutaba. What happened wasn't your fault. Even if you had reacted differently to it, your former friend would have still committed the actions that he did. You were caught off guard by his betrayal. I don't want to see you hurting yourself like this.”
All too soon, the embrace ended and they went back to training. Demalia nodded at him when he told her that they could spar some time to help her get a feel for things easier. She soaked up his advice like a sponge, taking in all that she could while practicing.
“I want to focus primarily on evasion and ki control in the near future. If you learned through sparring though, then I should at least try to learn using the same method. I want to practice with my stance before we get into that though. Right now I need a break.”
Demalia walked over to the gravity controls, pressing a few commands and turning it off. The gravity returned back to normal, which would make it easier on the Saiyan. Demalia sat down at the control console, opening a bottle of water and taking a drink from it.
In truth she didn't feel like training right now due to their serious discussions. Right now she just wanted to unwind and maybe talk about things.
“Your life in the defense force is going to keep you on Sadal, right? I can't imagine it will be easy for you to find time to visit other planets.”
The Saiyan's eyes would light up a bit as the girl asked if he was not just being nice. He thought that could be a possibility... he didn't want her to think badly of him, but he really was saying these things because he thought she was truly like that. But apart of it was also out of the kindness of his heart, so he couldn't say she was wrong, but the JUST part was what was wrong. "I'm saying those things because they are true. Any other way I could look at it, you're nothing short of any of these things. I keep saying these things because I can't stop thinking them about you as you speak. But I can stop doing it so often if you like." he was still a little bit sad at the down and serious situation they were in... but they were talking about the past, and the girl's shining determination showed where they were at for the future. That was more than enough to keep fighting forward. The boy shouldn't help but smile even wider, despite the sad feel to it, he couldn't help but smile happily when she said 'You and I', it felt like they were truly making progress together in that regard.
When the two embraced each other though, he couldn't help but let a few tears out as her arms went around him as well. He also couldn't help but rest his head against her a bit as well as she stayed on his shoulder, keeping his face blocked by her hair a bit as he let her caress his own, it felt so intimate but at the same time that made him a bit happy. He would listen contently as she murmured into his ear, making him shiver a bit before looking towards her on his shoulder, thinking about what exactly he wanted to say next. How would he respond to such a thing... but it was so caring as well. He would close his eyes and relax for a moment. "I... That's fair. I-I'll do my best then, I won't just stay this way, but I won't force it out. It wouldn't do me any good. And thank you... I really need all of this." he would let out a shaky sigh as he would just stay there, he didn't know what to do... but he knew that this girl was right. In just one simple moment she had come in and flipped his current life upside down, but it was in a good way.
"And... I'll try not to hurt myself too much. I need to look towards the future... I know that. I just can't help but feel like there's a void there now that I need to fill because of that. I won't just leave it there though... I wanted to before but, I get it... I should try and repair it." he would sigh a bit again as he realized that he was too self-centered once more. But that didn't last for too long as they were back into the thick of things, or at least they were for a short bit of time before the girl called for a break. He would nod a bit knowingly as he knew they had been in there quite a while by then. She even went so far as to turn the gravity machine back on. He couldn't help but feel a relief as the pressure was taken off of his back. It really was an odd setting to be in for all of these talks, a high gravity chamber.
"Take all the time you need to relax. We worked on enough for one quick session, we can continue whenever you are ready." he would begin to stretch out his muscles, trying to make sure that his muscles weren't all tensed up from the gravity and weighted clothing weighing down on him. But to be frank, the heavy weighted clothing didn't feel that bad anymore... it wasn't anywhere near the pressure that the 10x gravity was putting on him. Demalia would go on to ask him another question, which would make him ponder. "Yeah... least, right now. But I think that is because I haven't gone to many other planets. I am sure if I applied myself to go on a mission they would let me. Just, I haven't really asked to leave, and Squads are meant for Pirate Raids at my level. As it stands my only backup position is Sadal... but I could probably file to visit some of the major planets like Plant or maybe Brench. So for that situation you came here for back at the Headquarters, I'll still be able to go to Planet Plant for it, I'll just have to ask to go." he wasn't actually sure if he was right on that... but hopefully, they would let him go. It's not like he himself was too important of a piece on Sadal, the rest of the Defense Force would be good enough as is, there wasn't any need for him to be the one to stay there exclusively.
"Anyway, I myself want to take care of the Universe as a whole. My birthplace may be here on Sadal, but this universe is my home too. So every planet deserves my equal attention for protection, even though I know there are those better fit power wise... that doesn't stop me from striving to be that." a smile would spread across Rutaba's face as he spoke... the Sadala Defense Force might primarily work on making sure Sadal is safe from invaders, but he was an equal opportunity Peacekeeper, the Universe itself needed help, not just Sadal. As was shown by this girl from her own home. "This training with you also makes me feel like I am helping cultivate someone else to make the Universe a safer place. Even if they for some reason deny me access to leave... making sure you can protect others as well will make me just as happy." as he spoke, a blush slowly spread across his face. They were here for training... but he couldn't help but miss the feeling of embracing already, the moments that they did embrace felt like they lasted days but he still wanted them to last longer. He would shake his head and smack his own face a little bit with both hands as he wanted to snap out of that mindset, though it may look a little weird without being accompanied by words.
Demalia did not miss more light appearing into the Saiyans eyes. She was happy to see that she was having a positive effect on him. She was even happier that he was saying nice things about her and was meaning them. She blushed lightly as he affirmed what he meant.
“No no! You can keep on saying all those things! You’re doing nothing wrong and I like that you keep saying those things about me! I mean… um. Just keep saying what you feel is right. I mean… there’s nothing wrong with um, complimenting me…”
God, she had never felt more like an idiot in her life. She felt like she had acquired some kind of speech impediment that made nonsensical words and phrases come out of her mouth. Although… she wasn’t unhappy with how things were going.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), their embrace took away from the embarrassment of her sudden drop in I.Q. It was… special. That was the only way that Demalia could describe it. He was supporting her, but she was also acting as an emotional pillar that held him up. So she sat there listened until she needed to.
“Don’t mention it. It's clear that the both of us need this. Yeah, you should repair that void. You won’t be alone though: I’ll help make you whole again.”
When they pulled away, Demalia saw that he had been crying. She reached over, rubbing her sleeve against him briefly to wipe them away. She wasn't too picky as to what happened to her outfit. Demalia didn't say a word about the tears to him. She figured it was best if she didn’t dive into it too much and let things play out naturally.
Demalia listened as Rutaba explained his situation in regards to how busy he was going to be. She wasn't all that surprised by his answer. He was in the defense force after all. She leaned back in her chair, twirling one of pigtails as she thought things over.
“I thought so. I’m wondering if I should get a small, permanent house here. It seems like I’m going to be training here with you for awhile. Of course I want to show you my home planet sometime. There a really good pasta place that I love going to, and there's many wonderful sights to see. When your schedule clears up, I want you to come to my home.”
Demalia smiled back at Rutaba as he expressed his desire to want to protect the entire universe, and not just Sadal. He was like her in that he believed that everyone deserved to be able to live a safe and happy life. She was glad that she had met this Saiyan.
“It’s a brave and admirable quality you have. Your desire to protect others outside of your own planet. I’m glad I’m able to learn from someone like you. I intend on making the most of your training and using it to make the Universe a safer place to live in.”
Demalia did not miss the blush that appeared on his face as he talked about training her. The way he talked about being happy to train her….was she looking too deep into things again? A tinge of pink appeared on her face just from the thought of it.
Then Rutaba slap his. Own face after shaking his head a few times, as if he was trying to clear his head of certain thoughts. Frowning, Demalia stood up and walked over to Rutaba.
“Are you okay? Are those bad memories hitting you hard right now?”
Demalia stood nearby Rutaba in case he needed support. She didn’t know what was going through his head at the moment. If it was more haunting moments from his past, than the hybrid would do all she could to drive those memories away.
The Saiyan would stop for a moment as the girl responded to him about the compliments, his face just looking a little bit blank as he would start to chuckle softly, looking really lighthearted about the whole thing as she was acting in that carefree and ditzy way. She was such a smart girl when it came to most things but it looked like she was vulnerable to this kind of conversation in the end. It wasn't a bad thing in any way, rather it was kind of fun to interact and react to. "Then I'll make sure not to hold back, you deserve it. I can't help but smile so I can't even doubt myself on it anymore." he'd stop chuckling a bit, smiling as the girl wiped away his tears from when he had cried. It was a little embarrassing but he didn't want to stop her if she wanted to do this. Though his attention on all of this was soon taken away as she started to talk about the next bit.
He would nod a little bit as she spoke, listening intently in as she spoke about the next bit which would make him curious. "I'll be sure to go to your home planet as soon as I get the time, I'd love to go to that pasta place and go sightseeing with you. I am sure it would be really fun. Getting a house here wouldn't be a bad idea if you ever need a place to come stay, I might get a place over on your planet just as a safe house for me. But I'll cross that road when I get there for sure." he'd smile a bit as they talked about this. He couldn't say he wasn't happy being practically invited to go see her home with her, it'd be a nice change of pace for sure compared to Sadal, which was beautiful in its own right.
Without so much as another word yet, the demon would beam a little happier at the girl as she spoke about being glad to learn from him. That made him feel a bit more special, in that regard. Though it wouldn't do anything to help from the blush that pushed across his face immediately after that the girl seemed to notice as well. And his resulting attempt to clear his mind of those thoughts just made him feel further embarrassed as she had practically caught on to what he was doing and took it to a different path. The tinge of pink on his face would grow a bit deeper as he was both embarrassed and a little surprised to be caught in his thoughts this way. "Y-Yeah I am okay, no memories are hitting me I just... was thinking about us... well, not us but rather what we are doing. I-I was supposed to be training you but we ended up doing a lot of other stuff, and I guess my mind thought about that stuff... and, I wasn't sure if I should be thinking of it so much." he would look off to the side a bit as he felt a little scared to look at her directly after the little misunderstanding. She was over here worrying about if his mental health was okay after his little action... when he was just thinking about how he turned training into a thing that made him fond of hugging her.
After a few seconds had passed, his blush would fade a bit as he would just smile towards the girl, he felt like he should just be open about things like this. "I... well, I think I've really liked spending time with you so far. Even the bits of training aside I think I've really liked every moment of this, even though some of it was rough to think or talk about... I really enjoyed being able to talk about it. And I suppose thinking about it more... well, I got really flustered, but in a good way, thinking about spending more time with you like this. So, don't take it as anything bad, I am in a good mood for sure now." he would keep his smile the entire time as he tried to explain himself a little bit more. He hoped it wouldn't come off as weird... but he just wanted to tell the truth at this point. He wasn't sure really if these feelings were just him overreacting to something so fresh like this that he hadn't felt so long. But regardless of if they were spur of the moment or true, he was happy to hold them dear to him for the time being. He was a Saiyan, but that didn't mean he had to not care about others.
He would shake his head a bit, just in case this talk was awkward to show that he was ready to move on. "A-Anyways... if I am going to visit your home planet some day, do you think you could tell me about it? I've read reports and all but nothing beats hearing it from someone who lives there. I'd love to hear all about your planet." with that, the Saiyan would go a bit quiet, he didn't want to just keep poking into the life of the girl without her answering to the first bit of conversation he brought up.
Demalia couldn't help but smile back at the Saiyan's now good mood. She was glad that she was able to help him to this degree. She didn’t like seeing him sad or depressed.
Her smile widened as Rutaba expressed interest in coming to her planet one day. She would have something to look forward too one day once she returned home.
“I’m looking forward to it then. There's so much I want to show you back home. I’ll seriously considering getting my own place here. I have considerable amount of Zeni, so I shouldn’t have any trouble with that.”
Demalia’s inquiries only seemed to make Rutaba all the more embarrassed? Why? Soon enough though, the answer made itself clear. Demalia’s face started to turn red again when she got the implications of what he was talking about.
“Um… well we did get caught up in the moment a couple of times. I mean… it was really nice… er… I’ve never hugged anyone outside of my own family before. I never thought I would be doing that kind of thing with a guy. But it just… um… seemed like the right thing to do. Um… is it something that you enjoyed?”
Demalia’s face was completely red at this point. A lot of thoughts were whirling through her head right now. Once again, his intentions seemed to be a bit unclear. He seemed to be a little ashamed by how he was looking away from her. Why did he feels guilty about it?
Demalia smiled softly at him, pressing her index fingers together. Her face wasn't as red as before, but it still had a notable blush on it.
“I’m enjoying the time I’m spending with you Rutaba. I want to continue my training of course, but I don't think anything we can do together would be a waste of time. I’m looking forward for doing more… things with you in the future.”
Was it normal to want to get closer to a guy like this? Demalia was in completely uncharted waters now. But she was curious to see where things went, despite her initial concerns. She would see things through to the end.
He then asked her about her home world. He knew a little bit about it, but he was right. It wasn't the same as actually being there. So she decided to shed a little light on things for him.
“Well, it's a very lush and diverse planet. It had jungles, plains, and every kind of environment you can think of. I live in the capitol. It’s the heart of our industrialized society. We’ve managed to keep an equilibrium with our environment. The city itself is just like any other city. Only build for smaller people and more advanced.”
Demalia sounded proud of her homeworld during this conversation. The accomplishments of the Tuffle people was a point of pride for the hybrid. So she would go into great detail if asked about specifics.
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