Maybe Natto isn't so bad (Komatsu)

The hybrid girl started explaining a bit of the situation between her and this particular soldier who seemed to lack proper discipline in how to handle people. Nasu was feeling weird as she spoke of how she felt safe while near Komatsu and how she fell pathetic but seemed determined to improve, becoming a stronger warrior and a more capable one too, which was quite amusing, truth be told. Nasu stared at Komatsu and chuckled a bit. ”That weird feeling again… Feeling proud for someone else! Jeez… I guess I am changing after all. Hope that pleases you both, mom and dad! It’s not easy and not always pleasant. Go figure how you can act all nice and stuff.” he thought to himself, musing about it for a few seconds. Komatsu then explained a little more on the soldiers behavior and that made Nasu exhale deeply. – Send him to the disciplinary committee next time. Miso loves beating discipline into people. I guess you didn’t know it, but we have a disciplinary committee, yes, and our uncle is the head of it. He isn’t particularly skilled in military pedagogy, but his name is enough to make most troublemakers to settle down. – Nasu said with a thoughtful expression and a sincere smirk. – Yeah… He pretty much just beats the shit out of the troublemakers. Can’t say it’s not effective, we have a very low relapse rate! – and that made perfect sense: no one looks forwards a beating and, as rough as the method may seems, they were still saiyans, and they respected strength above all else.

The duo declined his food offer, but he didn’t care much. Instead, he just teased them. – Spoiled brats! Hehehehe! Used to normal cooked food and prison rations, eh? I’ve acquired a good taste for meat at its natural state when I went rogue and tried to conquered that planet. I was your age back then… Terrible idea that was. Sort of Miso’s idea again! Never understood why I listened to him while he was kept in prison! I guess I was a rebellious teenager without a cause! – Nasu chuckled with the memory of his rough days back at the random planet. Then, he stared at Komatsu and his smirk widened a bit. – Don’t follow my foolish teen examples! – he was using a joking tone, but Komatsu could most definitely read in between the lines his brother saying “don’t you fucking go rogue!”.

Then, when he asked if it was okay he used the dojo, Nasu rolled his eyes in mild annoyance. – Do you have brain damage, maggot? What’s the first thing I told you when I took you under the Soy School? – he paused for just one second. – That dad specifically said that it belonged to both of us. So, yeah, use it to your hearts contempt as long as it doesn’t interfere with my training! Go get stronger and go make your little mate stronger! – and he was actually fine with that and even looking forward to that; the more stronger saiyans in the Alliance the better and, on top of it all, if Komatsu was going to breed with that girl, he would definitely want her power level to be at least around fifty thousand, as saiyans power level had proved effect on the DNA they would pass to their offspring, increasing the probability of spawning stronger babies with even better potential, and, since Kohlrabi was a hybrid, maybe it would even inherit the crazy potential most of them seemed to have.

– Yeah, go ahead! I will be at home for a couple more hours and then I will be taking my leave. You uncle won’t likely be here today, he informed me he would be getting wasted on some random pub somewhere in the Capital. – and Nasu was being quite the chatterbox today, which was very unlikely of him, but he was in a rather good mood, to tell the truth. Once he said that, he casually waved at them and headed towards the kitchen, where he would eat his peculiar meal.

It was interesting to meet a saiyaness who wasn’t actually in the army, despite having a power level that would meet the requirements and that was also interested in getting stronger. Although enlisting wasn’t mandatory, most of the saiyans chose to do it anyway; they were a warrior race in the end, and fighting was in their blood. ”Perhaps we are finally achieving what mom and dad wanted, a peaceful saiyan society. But I know we have plenty of fights ahead of us before that… To which I’m glad! I don’t think peace would do me any good. In fact, I would rather die in a battle than in my bad, old fuck!” he admitted to himself, chuckling quite a lot.