"I Want to Get to Know You Better" [Private, Tarro]

Tarro had been knocked out many a times in his life. It was commonplace for him to be knocked out in a fight - it was part of the warrior's life after all. To fight to the very utmost of his ability- to push his body to its breaking point over and over. He had been pushing himself for the entirety of his life. He remembered this last fight - he remembered being pushed around like a rag doll by someone much stronger than him. The woman. Her taunts reverberated in his mind. She was a blunt woman, a talkative woman. She was a hybrid. One of those Elemi and Saiyan hybrids that existed. She was rough. But she had helped him in a way, had she not? She helped him transform into a Super Saiyan. He had finally become master of all the anger, built, and rage that had been boiling inside of him for months following his trauma. Following the loss of his home world he had lost his way. He had stopped fighting seriously. He had stopped training. He had gotten lost in his grief, but she had helped him find his way again. Perhaps it was because she reminded him of someone he had lost in the disaster. She was tough. She was bratty. She was like Aru. 

Aru was his Captain, the person he admired and wanted to surpass more than anyone. She was harsh with his training but still tried to help nurture him to be the warrior he was meant to be. He was sure if she could see him now she'd be ashamed of his fallen grace, and beat the shit out of him herself to get him back in shape (but not before lecturing him on his mistakes). 

Tarro was bare-chested as his toned, fit body lay on the bed covered in bandages and such. He wondered how that happened. None of the Brenchian slaves he dealt with would have bothered to help him to that extent. The Saiyan was waking up in darkness - finally coming to once more from unconsciousness. His eyes slowly opened. Where was he? The first question on his mind. He searched the room for a bit in an effort to gain some semblance of his surroundings. It wasn't long until his eyes noticed the woman from before - but she wasn't in the same outfit that she was last time.... 

He suddenly felt very confused...

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Tarro felt.. weird. His body ached all over with burns and bruises. And now here he was in some place he didn’t know with the woman who attacked him. She was dressed in some rather.. interesting garments. His eyes couldn’t help but wander every one so glances, though he maintained his attention on his surroundings as much as possible. He felt dizzy. He didn’t know what was going on. Perhaps he had hit his head hard upon being knocked out. As he was trying to get his bearings - she spoke. It seemed as if she was glad that he was well (though the term did seem only relative at this point). Her cheerful demeanor was strange to him. Like a child, he thought before she began talking to him a lot. He wondered how she could fit so many words at once without needing a breath, though he supposed that he himself was a man of few words. Perhaps it was merely the stark contrast that made it seem so strange to him. He stayed silent at first as she rambled on to him.

She was holding back when she hit him? His body was aching all over. It felt like several things were broken and several parts of his skin were charred. Everything hurt right now, and the Saiyan was no stranger to pain. So what the hell would he have felt if she hadn’t!? He supposed nothing… he would just be dead as a doornail. Instead he had fallen unconscious. That much was certain. As she continued on he listened. She hadn’t known where to put him, and so chose to bring him to her place to rest (even going so far as to patch him up despite not knowing his name). That was… nice of her. She hadn’t needed to do that, but chose to do so anyway. Not that he needed the help…
She also brought attention to her state. So clearly the outfit was intentional. His mind wasn’t jumping to conclusions. He leaned his back against the wall as he got up a bit, closing his eyes briefly as pain circulated throughout the entirety of his body, before he found his eyes staring into hers. “Thank you,” he said. “For bringing me here I mean, fixing me up.” Tarro then looked away. Looking at her too long was hard, his instincts would cause his eyes to wander far too much. It was especially hard when she bounced onto the bed, as other things would bounce with her that were hard to ignore. He earnestly tried not to think about it.

She continued again to speak to him, rambling on and on. But he listened. She seemed to consider him valuable for some reason by the way she spoke. Though he supposed Super Saiyans were still very rare in this day and age. There were some, but it was still only a fraction of their race that was capable of such things. She gave her name finally. Tomina. Despite her transformations being more akin to the elemi – her name was of Saiyan origin. As he had thought- she was a Hybrid. Arres had been a hybrid as well – though his transformation of Super Saiyan was pure. Perhaps it was because he had been part earthling.

She said he didn’t have to give his name, but with her taking care of her and having just beaten him up – he didn’t agree. As she made jokes about calling him nicknames based off his hair – the Saiyan stayed quiet. He didn’t like thinking of Arres, and that’s what that did for him. He used to make the same jokes. She was like the love child of Arres and Captain Aru by the way she acted to him. She had Aru’s strong presence combined with Arres’ humor. “Tarro,” he said. “My name is Tarro.”

Perhaps he had found a little piece of home in this strange, dangerous hybrid. He had come to Saiya to gather with the other Saiyans after all – hybrid or pure. This was good for him. Perhaps she could help him move on from the tragedy, and focus on his vengeance...

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Tarro was quiet as she explained herself. She wouldn't let a Saiyan fall like that after fighting a glorious battle - which made sense. It means he had earned her respect. She may be a hybrid, but she had a good sense of true Saiyan qualities in her. Whatever the others might say - she was a true Saiyan warrior. The former Elite never did care about blood and parentage, but this case in particular did not seem to matter. She was more of a Saiyan than many of the pure blooded here. He was sure of that. He smirked at her question, looking back at her as he answered her question meanly. "Heh. Depends how annoying you were," he said, his words blunt and rude. But there was a dry humor in them, as evident by the single dry chuckle that accompanied it. It was more mean for sure, but it was his own version of talking to people. He enjoyed a back and forth dialogue of wit and jabs. Perhaps it was his Saiyan nature that made even conversation seem like a battle. 

The bed creaked slightly as she inched closer across the bed. She spoke his name in her mouth seemingly pleased, though she seemed adamant on trying to tease him about the pineapple head himself. "Guess you missed your chance," he replied. His smirk faded. The name pineapple head was hard to hear, though he tried to remain composed at it's mention. His eyes watched as her legs swung back and forth so giddily. He raised an eyebrow at the spectacle. Why was she having such a hard time standing still? Or sitting still rather. She spoke about the damage not meaning to be lethal, but her fire being unforgiving. "I've often heard the Elemi's power is volatile, hard to control. It's what makes them such formidable warriors- their explosive ki overwhelming most fighters by sheer offensive pressure. Even the strongest barrier would have some trouble trying to contain an Elemi they say," he said. Now he was the one rambling. Perhaps a part of him was just nervous by the situation. The burns would fade in time both with the Saiyan's natural healing factor being faster than an Earthling's and he assumed because the ki would dissolve from his body. 

And then she offered him to stay the night. He might have a slight concussion from the aftermath of that fight, but he was pretty sure what that meant. The implications were rather obvious- the more she spoke the less subtle they were. Naturally his eyes wandered - peering at her figure in its rather tempting circumstance, the exposed flesh and curvature enough to tempt any sane man. His heart raced slightly. It wasn't as if there wasn't an attraction. She was beautiful, a rare beauty in these parts. She had a strange energy to her that he sometimes found pleasant (though sometimes not so).

But something was holding him back. And so he was silent. His eyes peered up at hers - staring into them. They were eyes of conflict. He didn't know what to say or do. Just what was going on?

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Tarro chuckled lightly in amusement from her response, though wordy. She was definitely the stubborn type who had to have her way. He doubted any man or woman could change her if they tried. She was certainly cocky about her looks, not that the former Elite could blame her. She surely could get any man into her bed if she tried hard enough. He wasn't stupid. He recognized her beauty. "I wouldn't let a fellow Saiyan fall, no," he said, his expression turning serious, his eyes staring back at hers. Her pout was cute, despite its insincerity. He wasn't sure how he felt about this game she was playing with him. It was fun, but there was something off about it to him. He had had these interactions multiple times, and every time they ended well. 

He listened as she spoke about the other half of her heritage - the Elemi. It was true there were many types. Light, Lightning, Fire, Ice, Wind. They were a truly unique breed, but the only ones he had ever come across were Fire and Lightning Elemi. "Maybe...," Tarro responded to her compliment. They were fearsome warriors. "Last I heard... Jarvis has two Elemi under his faction that are supposed to be pretty fearsome, almost as strong as a Super Saiyan...," the Saiyan recalled from his Alliance intelligence days. They would give him trouble, especially in a two-on-one encounter. He could picture fighting them, being overwhelmed as they ganged up on him with their fearsome offensive power. His mind constantly thinking about Jarvis' forces. Every single target he had to kill fresh in his mind always and circulating. There was much of his organization that he did not yet know, but he intended to find out. Every person who affiliated with that miserable rooster-sucking false god would feel his wrath. His training would be relentless until his goal became a reality. 

His attention was brought back to the present on Tomina - her tone changing into a more intimate, soft texture. She was hitting on him - her words of a more suggestive nature. His gaze into her eyes deep, noticing the gleaming eagerness in them. His eyes briefly trailed the soft, suggestive skin that the robe teased to him in its enticing pose. Truthfully he wanted too. His body responding, telling him to forget everything and to just do it. It seemed like it would be the most glorious night, full of fun and pleasure. She was unlike any girl he'd known thus far. But that annoying doubt creeped into him, a void inside of him making him hesitate. More than hesitate. It was inhibiting him. Why was he afraid? He'd lay with women before in all sorts of ways. It wasn't that he was inexperienced or unsuited for it. 

And that's when it happened. He saw the problem. 

It was all the ghosts. Her shape, her curves morphed into that of his former instructor and friend staring at him with that same animal gaze. The soft skin turning into her shade instead of Tomina's. And it was weird to him, why did his mind jump to her? 

Because they were so similar. And it made him panic...his eyes staring into hers as he didn't know what to do. What to say. 

He would wince in pain as he turned on his side, but worked through the pain. His eyes directly staring into hers as she stared back. He put his hand on her side- leaning in as his eyes were staring even more intimately into hers."Alright...fuck it... let's have some fun," he would say, before he pressed his lips against hers. The taste of her lips being wonderfully enticing - a rush coursing through the nerves all across his body. He could not fight the urge. He had wanted this. And so they would have their glorious night, their post-fight pleasure. Neither would forget it, recalling it amusingly when they were both old and nostalgic.

They would wake up in the morning refreshed and cheerful, maybe even having a little more fun before the two of them struggled to find their clothes. They would leave the room, go out and share a meal before going their own separate ways - each of them having their own training to get back too as they went about their duties. They would both know what it was and had been and wouldn't let themselves get caught up in Earthling notions. Perhaps they would stoop to stopping for a little chit-chat before if they were bored perhaps. They'd see each other when they did, exchange a glance every now and again as the sight of the other's face reminded them of their glorious night. 

But he didn't. 

There he was back in that moment - the two staring at each other as Tarro lay on his side. Tarro's mind pictured it all in a flash, mere seconds fading in reality. That Tarro probably would have really enjoyed her company and the night that came with it. But he couldn't do it. There was too much going on in his head. "I.... don't think I can do this," he said, squinting with a sour face.

And so they just sat there.

"If that means you want me to leave I can fly out the window," he softly offered to her.

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Tarro hated himself for the way he was acting. Why was he ruining such a great opportunity for himself? WHY WAS HIS MIND GETTING IN THE WAY HERE? This was truly a first for the former Saiyan Elite. He didn't think he was the guy who could refuse a good time. Yet here he was. As she crawled down to the covers - her voice full of disappointment but acceptance - the Saiyan listened to her words. She wasn't going to kick him out, though the Saiyan elite admitted she had the right to do so. She was only kicking him off of her bed, which was more than fair. He wouldn't want to sleep next to someone on his bed who didn't have any interest in sleeping with him. Pleasure was usually a part of such things after all. He nodded in response, but then as she began to settle in his eyes perceived the most alerting thing.

Her robe falling onto the ground - her eyes leering at him with an predatory smile. Though the Saiyan's face did not show it - this admittedly had him flustered. She really was trying to pressure him into this- though he didn't know why that surprised him. She had been pushy from the moment they first met. His eyes couldn't help but gaze across at the sheet- his mind taunting him with the thought, the picture of what might lay underneath. "Nononono," he thought to himself in a panic. "Think of something else! SOMEONE ELSE!" He wasn't ready for what his mind decided to jump too.... his eyes closing out of embarrassment as he tried to avoid looking at Tomina. 

The God King himself - Jarvis in his Super Saiyan Rose Form back when he and Komatsu fought on Natto... and that about did it. Suddenly his mind was clear of all desires - and returned to rage and anger. While he maintained the image, he got off the bed with his eyes still closed and focused. He strolled over to the closet, grabbing the items from them that he needed. The pillow and blanket in one hand each as he walked back. He lay one sheet against the floor of the bed and then crawled down before resting his head on the pillow and turning on the side away from where Tomina was. He was content sleeping like this. The Saiyan stayed quiet, trying his hardest to ignore her over there....

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Waking up the next morning in a daze as the sun was clearly up... and the morning finally here- Tarro got up and looked around squint-eyed, his mind turning on as he tried to process his surroundings and what had happened last night. He had gotten in a fight, been brought her, and turned down sex with what was probably the third hottest girl he had met. God he hated that so damn much. He noticed her panties on the floor next to where he had slept, the Saiyan temptress clearly using it as a way of sealing the deal. She must NOT have been happy that he had fallen asleep on her. There was some good news though from that night. He had FINALLY become a Super Saiyan, and he was feeling rather great. Tarro grinned as the pain he felt last night had finally subsided, his arms pulling out the bandages that had been tied around his torso. His bare chest exposed as his pecs flexed back and forth in a playful manner as the Saiyan Elite cracked a small goofy smile. With the moment it came and within the next it went. His mind jumping back into business. Jarvis. He had a lot of training to return too. He had so much to do.

His armor had been a bit battered in the clash - it was a good thing he had had them mass produced (stored in his spaceship and some in capsules in a pocket in the pants). The Saiyan made his way over to where he sensed Tomina's presence, feeling maybe it was best if the two talked. If it all went well than ya know maybe they could train. He was sure that he could be a semi-decent training partner. Though with the power he was sensing... maybe now wasn't the best time. She had just transformed into her weird transformation and it seemed pretty intense. He decided maybe he'd take a shower first. Eyeing the panties on the floor he gave a sly grin, as a thought came to mind to truly "recover" from last night. He stepped into the bathroom, turning the shower on and putting it on the hot setting, that grin still on his face...

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Appearing dressed in a fresh suit of armor with a happy, refreshed smile, the Saiyan approached Tomina in the training room hoping to speak with her. That was a nice, hot, calm, refreshing shower. Hearing the explosions from the hallway - the Saiyan's eyes widened. She was certainly having fun. He slowly walked into the room casually. Stopping at the entrance he knocked his knuckle against the wall to let her know he was here. He leaned against it with a serious, focused blank stare as he greeted her. "That's an interesting technique you've got there. First time I've seen someone make a bow and arrow with their energy... that must take incredible control," he complimented her with a small, soft grin. "Most people settle on their simple beams, balls, bolts and other such constructs," he said, his head tilted to the side as he leaned against the wall. He waited for her response, curious as to what she would say.


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Tarro listened to her reply, as she went on to explain how her flames were like an extension of herself. The flames being shaped into any form that she wished as opposed to the standard practices of energy that the usual warrior utilized. Tarro found it kind of fascinating, the fancy show she gave to demonstrate her control only adding to it. A Katana, a staff, an axe. She could literally build anything she set her mind too out of fire. It seemed so interesting to the Saiyan. He had specific techniques with his energy that were more straightforward, though some of them packed with interesting properties that could surprise people. It was interesting that energy manipulation was the thing that she seemed to have had more trouble mastering in her years. 

But he supposed he'd never have the cool fire fluidity that she did. He shrugged. "It's an interesting way of fighting. I rely on my energy for interesting gimmicks when I fight. For example - this is one of my favorite techniques," he said before raising his index and middle fingers. Turning his body toward one of the remaining training dummies - Tarro fired a barrage of energy rings that latched onto the practice dummies' limbs - squeezing them in place and entrapping them. "Admittedly my way of fighting may seem more vanilla in comparison, but some of my techniques are surprisingly effective if I do say so myself," he said with a light, low chuckle. She then commented on his behavior and its contrast to him in the bar. She was right - he was a bit different. By transforming he had let a good amount of the negative energy filling him from the incident go - which left him in relatively better spirits. Though he was still far from great. "Yeah...," was all he commented on the matter. 

He enjoyed Tomina somewhat, but he wasn't about to start going on about his "feelings". He was done feeling sorry for himself and moping around. There was payback to be delivered. There was hardcore training to do. There were enemies to grind into dust. And Tarro would make sure they did. She walked right past him - seemingly going somewhere. The Elite stood there watching her go with a raised eyebrow - wondering what she was doing. Was her training session over already? When she opened the sliding door and revealed the kitchen, he suddenly remembered. He hadn't eaten since the bar... and that had been many hours ago. She called out to him inviting him to eat, which was in good timing since his stomach began to growl. He hoped her being in another room would prevent her from noticing - the Saiyan elite actually showing a bit of embarrassment. 

"I could eat...," he replied back to her casually, not wanting to seem overeager. He found her very amusing though - trying to use his refusal the night before as a reason for him to stick around and eat with her. He made her curious - he had guessed that she was used to getting whoever she wanted in her bed- though he was still surprised at her shock. NO one had refused her before? She was attractive for sure but surely someone before him had refused her. He frowned. Maybe he was the only idiot then. "Would you like help? I can cook somewhat myself," he offered. Living by himself for so long he had learned how to cook. Going out into the wilderness and just cooking animals by campfire eventually got boring after all. 

He was fine getting to know the girl hybrid a little better. She was amusing after all. And a piece of home at that. Perhaps they would find good company in each other yet. He supposed they'd have to just wait. And find out for themselves.

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