This was my goal? [ Invite Only ]

It had been a casual day for the royal blooded saiyan, he had found himself training outside of his ship in the Bamboo Forest. At this current moment in time he wanted to take a break from the extreme, harsh environment that the gravity chamber had put on him. It was something that his body wasn't used too. It wasn't something that was easily handled, it took a lot of time and effort to get used to a certain level of gravity and already it had been taking it's toll on the young Prince. It hadn't been easy but it was something that the young fighter had to continue doing. He did wish to reach the level of super saiyan after all.  Currently, he had his weights equipped along with his scouter. Though this was normal for him. He didn't really like to go far without either or. The weights made his training all that much more beneficial and his scouter let him know of incoming threats. Both of those items were quite useful to the young warrior.  As it was, Athren had been doing some basic routines in the forest. He had been doing things all the way from Shadow Boxing to more intensive work outs. Push ups, sit ups, running, all of it were being checked off the young fighters list.  Though, his scouter had beeped. There was something to distract him. It had approached and got quite close yet it came to a complete stop nearby, Athren didn't know who or what it was but he was going to investigate.

Athren had now lifted himself off the ground and blasted over towards the direction that the scouter had pointed him in. Once he arrived he lowered himself down, his white boots touching down against the Earth's surface softly. The young warrior examined the child, he was of saiyan descent. Even wore saiyan armour though whom was he loyal too? Either the alliance or the empire? Athren was curious about this, so he asked. "Empire or the Alliance, Kid? Of which are you loyal too?" With that being said, Athren shut up mouth. He crossed his arms tightly against his chest as he awaited the childs remark. 

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The kid would've claimed he usually asks that question which was quite odd. Another thing Athren found odd was that he claimed to be a guard in training. If this was the case, what the hell had brought him to Earth and who the hell was he intending on guarding? The only saiyan in the universe that usually required guards was those of royal blood, in this case that being Athren. Athren couldn't help but arch an eyebrow to this thought. He didn't need a damn guard, especially a kid. Regardless, he wouldn't let this kid down if that was the case. In the long run, maybe the young saiyan could help the younger become something great. Who know. Athren opened his mouth and finally began to speak once more. "You could say I'm aligned with the empire, I haven't been home in quite some time nor do I know when I'll return.. but, I come from Vegeta." Athren decided to keep his words quick and short. He didn't want to go into too much detail regarding the whole situation, at least until he knew about this kid more. 

Athren began to speak again after a light pause, he wanted to dig into the kids motives and reasons. "I ask because I haven't exactly bumped into many saiyan's here and I enjoy knowing which are potential threats and which aren't. Though, I've gotta know kid. What the hell brings you to Earth and who are you intending to guard? Last I know, The Throne's been collecting dust." Of course, Athren had been away for so long that everything could have changed. It was very possible that a new saiyan claimed the throne and became ruler of the saiyan race. If this were the case, Athren wouldn't have been bothered at all. 

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Athren had listened carefully to the kid, his job was to find the Prince? Well obviously he wasn't doing a very good job of that because he was in his presence. Hell, Athren couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. It was kind of a funny situation. Though, Athren had picked up on the child being quite nervous. He didn't know why but he was going to ask for answers. If the little kid were to open up about everything to Athren, surely he'd find that the royal blooded saiyan was quite kind regarding torture. He wouldn't allow that.  After he chuckled Athren began to speak. "Well Kid, You're not doing a very good job if you don't even know what the Prince looks like." Athren paused for a moment to think about everything that could happen. What if this kid was sent to bring him back home? Obviously that wouldn't blow over so well as Athren didn't have an interest for the throne any more. Athren had wanted to choose his own path in life and not live the life that was left for him.

"I'd hate to say it, but considering you seem to be growing tired of the fact that you can't find me. I'm Athren, Royal blood and heir to the throne. Consider your hunt over. Though, Why is it that you've been sent to find me? I'd have to guess and say somebody wants me back on Vegeta on the throne? Correct?" With all this being said, Athren once again went quiet. He knew he wasn't going back to the throne and if he had to fight this kid to refuse to go, he would. He'd rather it not go to that though. It wouldn't feel right, the boy was young. He was just doing a job assigned to him. It didn't sound very fair that he be pushed any further than what was necessary. Damn it, the saiyan race was getting sloppy. Why couldn't they send an adult with fully prone fighting abilities?  Regardless, it is what it is. Athren couldn't change it and neither could the kid. 

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Athren couldn't help but notice the kid clench his fist tightly, The eldest of the two arched his right brow curiously at this point. What was with this child? Sure, he was overwhelmed and that was quite understandable but what was it that made this kid seem annoyed or angry? Athren didn't know, nor would he ever find out unless he asked. Whatever it was on the kids mind, Athren wanted to know. Athren began to speak up, his tone was actually quite inviting. Athren was showing no signs of anger or annoyance, in fact the kid most likely caught Athren at his most pleasant. "Alright Kid, Firstly. I'll tell you that I'm not going back to Vegeta. I don't want the throne, It's too much.. Responsibility for me. It'll get in the way of my training and at this point in my life I can't have that happen.. Secondly.." Athren paused for a moment as he tried to figure out the right words to say, he wanted to make sure the kid would open up to him. "What the hell has you so tense? Relax a little bit, Will you?" Athren paused for another minute before spitting out some very light humour. "If you don't relax, I'll have to order you to do so." With that being said Athren would've went quiet to allow the kid to respond. 

At this very moment in time, the child wasn't the only one that had a difficult time figuring out what to do. Athren would have never expected to see this day, a saiyan party was actually sent out to gather him up and bring him back? What a joke, surely his crew members must have been somewhat strong if they intended to do so? If they weren't stronger surely there was zero chance of bringing the young royal blood home. He wouldn't go without a fight, he was positive that they'd either not bring him back at all, or bring a lifeless corpse back. He'd see how this went, surely things could develop into a number of situations. Which none Athren saw issue with. If there was a potential fight just around the corner, surely Athren would find himself happy to oblige. He didn't get many fights around Earth, he had to make the best out of every single opportunity that he got to have one. He wouldn't waste them as they came.

Another thing had settled into Athren's mind at this point though, if they had been that desperate to find him. Just how bad were things on Vegeta? Surely they had gotten a lot worse if they were actually looking for the rightful leader of their race to reclaim the throne. The young warrior couldn't help but wonder how the civilization was holding up and how the PTO warfare was going, not only this but he wondered about other situations on the Planet that would require a decent leader to get out of. Just what has he missed in the past seven years? Surely, things couldn't have gotten that bad? Could they..? For a moment Athren had gotten lost in his thoughts, though he snapped out of them in a hurry to gaze upon the child once more. ~They sent a kid to get me.. Maybe things are that bad..?~ He thought to himself as he would've been prepared to listen to the childs words. Hopefully his words would make things easier on each of them, though Athren really hoped that the brat would relax and not stress out about the whole situation. It wasn't exactly a tough one to be in. It wasn't like Athren had decided to be quite hostile or angry, he was being pleasant and actually trying to get the kid through this. 

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The kid had almost seemed surprised when Athren told him he wasn't going to go back to Vegeta. He began to question it claiming that he had too. There wasn't a damn thing that was going to make Athren go back, the planet and it's plans for him, his legacy were all just a waste of time. He he was putting his time and efforts into his race and the planets best interests he couldn't focus on his best interests and at the moment those were what was important to the young saiyan. He wouldn't allow himself to be pulled away from his goals simply because he was unluckily born from a Queen. He didn't chose to have this responsibility and he didn't want it. Nothing could change who his mother was, but he could damn well change who he was going to be. He wasn't fit for the throne, he was a warrior that needed to be out in the field becoming his absolute best. He wasn't going to sit around and make decisions regarding Planet Vegeta while others trained and became amazing fighters! There was just no way in hell. "I don't have to do anything, Kid." Athren paused a moment as he argued with the boy. What Athren couldn't understand is why the kid was so bound and determined to get Athren back to the throne. It really didn't make much sense at all, hell. Maybe it was a set-up of some kind? Athren didn't know. Surely, he'd be paying close attention to the brats words. Last thing he wanted to do was to be lied too about the situation, that wouldn't make the royal blooded saiyan very impressed. "I'm going to stay here on Earth for my own benefit, I refuse to go back to that place now. There isn't anything there for me but distractions and problems that aren't mine to face. The planet has done this long without a suitable leader, I'm sure it'll work itself out." With that being said Athren had another few points to retort too. All of them were regarding the same thing, it was the kid trying to convince him to head back to Vegeta to claim the throne.

Athren then replied to the kids mention of advisers and assistance. Sure, this statement would have been true but Athren wasn't the kind of person to accept help. He'd try to do it all under his own path, this was all the more reason he wasn't fitted for being a king. He couldn't handle all these people coming to him for tasks and jobs, he couldn't take being pestered by countless about this issue and that issue. That just wasn't for him! He'd lose his mind and go absolutely crazy if he were to deal with that! It just wasn't going to happen, never in a million years would Athren step up to take that much responsibility. Firstly, Athren addressed the kids formal attitude, he wasn't a big fan of having the 'Prince' title come before his name, though he completely understood why the kid had done it. "Firstly, Drop the formalities." That was Athren's first point to make, he kept this brief and simple to assure the kid understood it. "I don't need to hear 'Prince' every single time you say my name, so just keep it simple from now on. Besides, that title means nothing now." He wasn't exactly one to be formal, plus if he wasn't actually taking the throne that title had meant absolutely nothing. "Secondly, I couldn't take having countless advisers approaching me on an hourly basis requesting guidance on this situation or that situation, I prefer silence, and I enjoy my own company more than I enjoy the company of others. There's absolutely NO way, I'll be claiming that throne." Of course, this was his mindset now. He was young and stubborn.

Athren had listened to the kid carefully yet again, the child was almost begging for Athren to return with him. It didn't add up, why was this kid so desperate to bring him back? Things couldn't have been that bad on Vegeta. There was no way in hell. Athren removed his doubts about the planet going in the wrong direction, it had stood for how many years without him it would last that many more. It wasn't his problem any more and that was just simple facts. "If I don't know whats going on, Why don't you take a moment and explain?" Athren would have said this in quite a friendly tone. At this point Athren would've crouched down. His right knee would've hovered off the ground while his left foot remained firmly on the ground. He did this to make himself look like less of a threat to the child. "I want you to explain it all, what's happening.. Why you claim I should kill you.  Exactly what you've been through. Speak it all and make it clear. I've got nothing but time right now." With that all being said Athren would've went quiet. His ocean blue eyes remained on the saiyan child as he awaited him to speak. Surely what he was going to say would be unexpected but than again, saiyan's always did have an odd way of getting things messed up. Regardless, Athren would be patient from this point on. Maybe he could help the kid? Who knew.

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Firstly, the kid had opened up with an apology. Athren nodded his head to this but didn't say a word in regards to it all. He didn't want to get off topic and he just wanted the child to spit out all the details of what was making him so tense. It was kind of hard to believe that he was being so kind and helpful to the kid, then again he didn't have any guidance as a child and it didn't exactly have Athren grow with his people skills. Hell, this kid might even make a good ally, Athren didn't know but he'd try his best to make it easier on the kid. Athren had decided to wait patiently as the child had appeared to have a hard time spitting it all out, what was so bad about it? Athren didn't know what was running through the little saiyan's mind but it had to be quite a bit as there was a slight delay before anything useful began to come out. He mentioned that he couldn't go back alone for he'd be locked up, Athren couldn't help but arch his brow to this. Why the hell would they lock him up? That doesn't benefit anybody, if they wanted to punish him they could easily send him off to a distant planet and tell him to return when it's conquered, or something else that would actually make him an asset. It didn't really make sense to Athren but he understood that things may have changed a tonne since he was last on his home planet. 

The kid then finally came out with something useful and Athren took it all in his head, before he spoke he began to try and figure it all out. It wasn't the easiest of tasks but he tried his damn best. Athren came to a safe conclusion that he was from Planet Natto, his justification for this was simple. There were really only two saiyan factions in the universe that were well known and if he wasn't born empire he must've been one of theirs. Regardless of this, he was still a saiyan. Athren couldn't understand why they'd take him as a prisoner and torture him, especially to insult his left over family members? Just who was this kid? He wanted to know more, he needed to know more! "Hm.. I'm going to say you're from Planet Natto. If I'm wrong, feel free to correct me. Though, what I don't understand is why they'd capture you and torture you to insult your family. " Athren paused for a second or two, currently he knew that this kid was holding information back from him. "I want to know all the details kid, starting with your name this time." Athren paused for a moment again as his ocean blue eyes stared into the eyes of the child. "Next, I want you to go into detail about this insult to your family, exactly who is your family?"  None of this had made any sense to the royal blooded fighter, Of course it wouldn't, Athren didn't have a clue who this kid was, he never would've dreamed that he'd be looking at the offspring of his mothers killer. Small universe, huh? 

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Well, Athren had been right with his assumption from the kid being from Planet Natto. Hell, he even made progress as to what the kids name was. At least now he had something proper to call him by but was was said next Athren wasn't prepared for. After the kid had said who his parents were he took a step back, Athren's eyes would've went wide for a moment, he couldn't help but take a moment of silence to let the facts sink into his head. ~This KID is the child of the ones who defeated my mother?! You've got to be absolutely kidding me!~ Athren didn't know how to react to this at first, it wasn't exactly a situation he was prepared for. In all honesty, it would've taken Athren about a minute to break his silence. 

Athren didn't become hostile, nor did his attitude change. It was his mothers fight and it wasn't his, what happened in the past between their families wasn't something that should effect them. Sure, it was true that Athren might have had a different mindset if he was sitting upon the throne but the cold truth was that he wasn't. There wasn't a need for him to engage a child in combat or go after the Planet Natto for revenge, that was all stupid. His mother lost her battle because she wasn't prepared. Sure, he heard that it was a two on one battle but he didn't know for sure. Facts regarding that fight had always seemed to change depending on who spoke of it.  This was completely mind blowing, Athren needed a moment to figure out a proper reaction. "Well.. Uhm.." Athren would've struggled to find his place in this conversation. It took him another few seconds but he finally shook his head and snapped out of it. His face would've lit up with a faint smirk as he rose to his feet. "Well Koma, You're lucky that it was their fight and you're probably lucky that I've got no interest in the throne." Athren paused for a moment to think back to the lecture about buying ones own shoes that he had received upon the mountainside about a week or two back. "If I was trying to fill my mothers shoes, I'd probably kill you right here and now.. but.." Athren paused for another moment as he tried to figure out the proper words to put in place. This wasn't exactly the easiest of situations for him. He was taken by surprise and completely overwhelmed though he believed he was handling the whole thing alright. He wasn't over-reacting and he wasn't in a battle yet. So, that was a plus. "That isn't the case, You've done nothing to me to deserve it. You're just a brat after all." At this point, Athren didn't try to offend the kid. It was just how he spoke of younger fighters. 

This is where Athren would've turned the whole situation on the positive for both of them, it was crazy. Their parents had such an incredible battle and were enemies yet Athren was about to offer shelter and safety to the younger fighter. What the hell was going on? Of course, Athren would expect the kids help if he ever actually needed it but he assumed that it wouldn't come to that. Athren preferred dealing with situations on his own. To be honest, Athren actually liked the idea of having another saiyan around. Currently, Orio was kind of a room-mate. He was in and out constantly but they had bonded somewhat, and now having another saiyan would be a bonus. "Alright, Well. Here's a blank idea." Athren spoke in a confident tone as he began to get into detail. "If you're afraid of going back to Vegeta, you can stay here. I've got a ship that'll sleep six. Currently, there's four bedrooms left uncalled for. You can claim one of them. You'll also be allowed to make yourself at home and use the Gravity Chamber as much as you like. Though, I'd expect you to clean up after yourself." Athren paused for a moment again, he thought of the kids fears about them potentially hunting him down. Though it wasn't said, surely it'd be something running through his mind. "And if they happen to come looking for you. I wouldn't refuse having a couple of moving punching bags for an afternoon."

Athren had paused again at this moment in time, his ocean blue eyes observed the kid as he was looking for any physical reaction to determine what the answer might be. "It's your call, kid." Athren would've ended the offer like this, he had another idea but he wouldn't bring that up until the future. He had a saiyan pod that he could give to the kid to make it back to his home planet, he just wanted to know a little bit more of his history. Through their parents they were connected, whether they wanted to be or not. Surely, Athren's mother would be turning in her grave if she were to witness this. Athren remained quiet for the kid to make an answer, he would've tried to be completely calm and show the kid that there wasn't any pressure. Whatever he wanted to do, he was free to do so. Who would've ever thought this was how history would play out? Two children from former enemies actually getting along, it was complete craziness. 

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