Disciplinary meeting(Nasu/Kohl/Invite)

Miso just stared at Kohlrabi, quite impressed on how bold she was to be talking back to him like that. She definitely needed some urgent military discipline, and then she said that he could talk as much as he wanted and she wouldn’t change her mind, and that made him shake his head in disapproval, then the other saiyan boy entered the room just in time, saying he had to report there. Miso stared at him with a cheeky smirk. – Oh, mister Cress! So good you made it here in time… In your own time, not mine! That’s an amazing way to start! By pissing me off! Congratulations! Now get your lazy ass right here because I don’t like repeating shit! – he roared with a harsh tone that contrasted a lot with his smirk. After that, he stared back at Kohlrabi and chuckled a bit.

– Know what’s funny, gal? You are actually proud to say you won’t change! Like if it’s something to be bragging about! Oh! I’m the way I am and I won’t change no matter what, I don’t care! You may think you are perfect just the way you are… But you are not! And let me tell you why! – he paused, now with a much more serious expression. – Because you are putting your worthless self into some damn pedestal! You are placing yourself above everyone else, and that’s something only stupid motherfuckers such as my past self do! I used to be like you. And I was a little piece of shit! Not that I’m not one today! Heh! I’m a terrible person, but at least I’ve learned to care about something other than myself, and this goes to you too, late motherfucker! – he roared, glaring at Cress for a second.

– I’m gonna tell you three a little story. A story of a shitty little piece of shit that thought only about himself and felt entitled to shit, like you two assholes do, and a story about a true leader, a leader who was an asshole, but ultimately cared for her squad. – he paused. – The shitty little piece of shit was me, and the good leader was my mother, Tamari, a proud leader of the best middle-class squad on the Saiyan Empire. – he said, sitting down on the titled floor and making a hand signal for them to sit there too.

– My mother was almost an elite level saiyan. Her power level was about eight thousand and that was pretty high at the time. She didn’t care about relationships or family in a more traditional sense, like most saiyans. Her “family” was her squad. She chose the second strongest of her squad, Douchi, my father, to breed and give her the best probability of spawning an elite offspring. – and then he chuckled a bit. – Didn’t work. I was born middle-class, which was acceptable, with a power level of fifteen hundreds, and eight years later Natto was born, also middle-class but weaker, with only about twelve hundreds, if my memory isn’t playing tricks on me. – he said, with some nostalgic look on his face. – She didn’t care about us at all and we were eventually sent to planets to either die or become warriors by conquering that shitholes. I was successful and enjoyed it, coming back as a warrior and becoming part of her squad. Natto, on the other hand, was… Soft and caring, like my father, but more. Hehehehe… Poor bastard. – he commented. – While I was accepted, Natto was despised by her when he came back crying thinking he was a monster for killing those aliens shit. She refused to accept him as part of the squad and I did the same. Only person who still cared about him was our father. My mom was so disappointed that she found herself another mate to breed, and my younger sister, Koko, was born elite and she was finally proud. Of course that separated her from us, lowly shits, as she was taken to the academy, but she was proud to say she had spawned an elite. And we continued with our squad doing our job, killing people and conquering estate. – he explained, pausing a bit to allow them to swallow all that piece of information.

His story seemed to be having a positive effect for the most part. Kohlrabi seemed really touched by that and he was glad she was, it would save him some time to beat discipline into her skull using violence; she even seemed to be feeling rather guilty and that was good. Guilty usually pushed troublemakers into the right path. Miso stopped to listen to hear as she started speaking, explaining what she had understood from his story. On her conclusion, she understood that she had been focusing too much on herself, being quite egoistical, as she cared only about getting stronger, without much care to the other qualities she should be polishing. She recognized that she was being way too stubborn and that she really cared about Komatsu and needed to improve in those areas.

She went as far as to say that her actions broke her heart and Miso made a brief nod. Then she finally got to the main point; they needed to take care of each other and make sure they would all come back alive from their missions, letting this sense of companionship to be stronger than their individual pride, and finished by apologizing and saying she was an idiot. Miso chuckled at that and nodded. – We are saiyans, girl! That means we are all idiots when we are young as you all are. But yeah, you understood the point, congratulations! Seems like I won’t have to punch that sweet little face of yours! Heh! – he said, chuckling a bit more and then turning his eyes to Cress, who was the second one to speak.

If Miso had been feeling proud of Kohlrabi for her words, he was now feeling a huge disappointment on the boy’s words. Seemed like he didn’t understand shit of what Miso had been having the trouble of explaining and that annoyed the shit out of him. ”For fuck sake, this maggot is retarded…” he thought to himself, with a quite angered expression now. But before he could say anything, Komatsu was the one to reprehend him, surprising Miso. Then, Komatsu started to explain what he had understood from the story, showing a quite different perspective from the one Kohlrabi showed, which was to be expected since he was a ranking official and his views should be different, and capable of seeing the bigger picture. He understood the importance of taking care of the underlings and making sure they all had a good chance of surviving in such dire situations.

Finally, he said he didn’t want to have soldiers dying on him and those words made Miso’s smile to return to his face. The saiyan General chuckled again before speaking. – Good! At least two of the three little bugs understood my point. That’s it, Major! That’s the way to become a leader that you need to be! I’m glad I won’t have to be punching your silly face again… I was getting rather bored on doing that with the frequency it was happening! Heh! – he said, teasing his nephew, like usual. Then, again, his expression became far more serious as he stared back at Cress. – As for you, you little shit. Do you truly believe you should only follow orders… Alright, let’s see how you feel now. – he paused, glaring at him with a grim look upon his face. - As the General of the army I command you to kill yourself right here and right now! – and out of nowhere, Miso issued such an absurd command. His face seemed rather serious, as if he really meant that. He didn’t even flinch or blink, but kept on staring at Cress eyes, as he waited him to react to his words.

In truth, Miso wouldn’t allow him to end his life; he wanted him to falter, he wanted him to feel scared and unable to be such a boot-licker and maybe cry, or beg him to reconsider. If he was to blindly try and do what Miso commanded, then he was much more of a fool than he had expected and that would be a whole load of trouble to try and fix it.

Miso was trying to beat some sense and discipline into Cress’ head without using pure force, but he was pushing him. Then, Kohlrabi began to speak and, although she had plenty of reason to be pissed and stuff, Miso wasn’t in the mood to hear her rants, and it was in such a personal level, that it was driving him nuts. ”Shit, girl, can’t you shut the fuck up for a second?!” he thought to himself, but then Cress started again, and he even said that they could kill him now, because he wouldn’t care about her because she wasn’t in his squad and that made Miso’s smirk return, better and more annoying than ever. The large saiyan General chuckled a bit and then it became a loud laugher that just grew louder and louder, possibly bugging the three of them. After a few seconds of loud laugher, he stared back at them with a mischievous look on his face.

– Then, that’s just perfect, maggot! I’m assigning you to Komatsu’s squad! From now on you are his underling. Oh, and better than that! You don’t deserve it, girl, but I’m promoting you to Corporal, congratulations! I may as well inform that Corporal Negi is going to be part of this squad too, and he is also a hybrid! Hehehehehe! – he said and then he touched his scouter, scanning for Negi’s power level and then he whistled. – And sweet kai’s, look at that! – and, with another click on the button, his scouter projected an holographic number of 123,304. – His power level has risen again! I guess that makes you quite the cannon fodder of the squad, doesn’t it, maggot?! Hehehehe! You are the week link of the chain, because Corporal Luffa is also there and his power level is far beyond yours too! If I’m not wrong, he is around sixty thousand. – he informed them, turning off his green scouter.

– But we can definitely make it a little better, can’t we? – and with those words, Miso vanished, reappearing behind Cress and kicking his back hard, throwing on the ground with his chest to the floor. Then, Miso immediately and fiercely grabbed his tail so hard it would hurt even if he had mastered his tail weakness. – Since you are such a purist piece of shit… Let’s see how much of a might saiyan you will be, being a tailless crippled motherfucker who can’t even go Great Ape… The true weak link of the squad! – and with those words, Miso violently ripped of Cress’ tail in a brutal scene that was quite terrifying and painful. Then, he threw the tail in front of the kid’s eyes and his smirk disappeared, as his face became much more serious and cruel. – Learn to rely and care for others, or die in battle. You are week and useless now. You need them more than they need you. If you ever become a reliable person, come talk to me and I may allow the doctors to restore your tail. Don’t improve and you will be bound to live the rest of your miserable life less of a saiyan than the hybrids you despise, you asshole! – his tone was absolutely harsh and he truly hoped to have hurt the soul of the boy in a very intense way.