The World We Created (Departure thread, Tarro only)

And so they had all finally arrived on a new Planet. Planet Yeala it seemed. “Planet Yeala… not my first choice. But I guess it’ll do,” Tarro muttered as they discussed their new settlement. It had decent wildlife capable of sustaining their population for some time. The whole planet was kind of a wasteland for the most part- perhaps that was what they deserved though. The Saiyan Galactic Kingdom seemed fairly cozy with their grand structures to the point that they forgot about their position in the Universe. Perhaps living in such a wasteland would humble them a bit.

Unfortunately not long after their settling a lot of stuff happened. Though Tomina and Tarro had just begun their romance, they both had their duties to fulfill. Tarro agreed to scout out Namek and the situation with the Dragon Balls. Tomina however had something much more grand planned. The Tournament of Power. The very name shook Tarro to his core. It sounded amazing. Not only was he unqualified to participate in it, but he couldn’t even spectate the event. It was truly upsetting. “I’m sure I don’t need to remind you to be careful. Given who you’re working with… you never know what will happen out there,” the Saiyan warrior said with a frown. The idea of Jarvis working with Tomina was upsetting to say the least. “I wouldn’t worry too much. With you on their team I’m sure the God of Destruction has nothing to fear,” he said softly, before garnering up a smile. “With the rest of… them around it seems like it’ll be an easy tournament,” he said truthfully.

He couldn’t imagine even in another Universe that anyone would match Nasu, Komatsu, or Jarvis in power. Their power rivaled the Gods themselves. Tarro was confident that their Universe would be safe. What they lacked in manners, reason, and morals they made up for in battle strength. He couldn’t imagine a Universe that housed better conditions for warriors.

Tomina then seemed… distracted. As she asked him her question out of the blue, the Saiyan tilted his head in confusion. “Where’d that come from?” he asked immediately after hearing it. After taking a moment to ponder it however - he felt he had an answer. He thought about everything that he had seen from both Nasu, Komatsu; He also thought about everything that his mother had told him about Lettis and Natto in the past. “Us Saiyans are a stubborn, prideful bunch. Unless the likes of Lagerus intervened, as well as told them everything then they might have listened if it meant their own survival. Might have.

Otherwise as we know: the Saiyans are stubborn and would have laughed at the idea of Mortal Levels and this ‘Zeno’ character. They’d have dismissed it out of hand, especially your mother.”

That was his answer. “I myself struggle with the concept, and I consider myself more open-minded than most of our remaining brethren,” he said truthfully. He wasn’t sure if this was all legit. But Tomina seemed to entertain the possibility without whole-heartedly believing, and that served to be enough for the Saiyan Warrior. “I guess that’s just another thing we’ll have to find out for ourselves. After you help save the Universe,” he said with a chuckle.

He never thought that his mate would have been party to saving, much less on a Universal scale. It was comforting to think that there was some “good” to do for a change, rather than all the other stuff. Tomina said something else however that was interesting. She knew why the Empire went to war with the Alliance. “Oh?” he said with a raised eyebrow. “What would that be?” he asked, curious as to what that was. This would be a good story for before they parted, he was sure.

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From the corner of Tarro’s lip was a small grin as Tomina reminded him that she could take care of herself. “True. But if I don’t nag you, who's going to remind you of these things?” he commented towards her out of good fun. It was part of his nature to worry over her however. It was only customary for a mate. She had a point though. From the way this Zeno character was described to him - even Jarvis was likely to behave himself. The idea that Jarvis would be part of this team though.. Well it was easy to say that he wasn’t too fond of it. Who knows what he’d do during the tournament?

He was such a dangerous wild card that Tarro could hardly believe that Lord Lagerus would really allow him to fight alongside the others. But that had yet to be seen. The alternative however made it possible for him to be left unattended while the others fighting in the Tournament of Power… and that concerned him even more. Without the Universe’s strongest… there was no telling what kind of damage he could do while they were away, even with the rest of the Saiyans working together.

Alas he had no power to stop such an outcome. He would just have to be ready to fight should that doomsday scenario ever come to pass.

Tarro chuckled however as the conversation about the warriors ensued. Tomina seemed to think that it wouldn’t be as easy as he said, and truthfully he didn’t either. There was no guarantees, but he was confident in her abilities. She would find a way to win. “Again, true. They might have warriors that give you guys some trouble.

But I know you. You’ll find a way to make it work,” he said with crossed arms and a wider grin on his face. Everything was on the line now. And she was someone who wouldn’t rest no matter what. Tarro had complete faith in her abilities. She would surprise everyone at the tournament and show them all what she could REALLY do. Even that damned Elemi. Even though this tournament had the highest, most dire stakes that the Universe would ever know in this generation… Tarro believed it would work out for the best.

As the two continued their discussion however, Tarro and Tomina speculating as to the what if that was the Saiyan Empire knowing of the afterlife and all this stuff that they had only just recently come to learn. He could tell that the discussion was sad to her though. It was her people. Her childhood. What she had grown up with. She had had a rough upbringing, dealing with the warring factions at an age far too young. “Aye. Perhaps it was unavoidable…,” Tarro surmised. The tensions between the groups back then were impossible to diffuse, with both sides being far too proud. “At least without completely changing who Natto was, and Lettis too. They were so opposite that it was impossible for them to co-exist..,” he said. Even with the information Tomina gave him regarding the two factions back then, he knew that it did not matter. People did not change who they were at the core. Redemption and Change were concepts made for naivety and childlike innocence. It was why he knew in his heart that he would never stop hating the God King, no matter what happened.

He knew he would always be that kid who watched his squad die before his very eyes. He knew Tomina would always be the brutal warrior who did whatever she could for the Saiyans. Nasu would always be the Prideful King. Jarvis would always be the villain. These were the roles that they had chosen for themselves. Tarro would always be the man with a score to settle. He would always be the man seeking vengeance for all the wrongs dealt to those who he had loved and lost.

“Like Oil and Water. Day and Night. East and West. It is impossible for these things to co-exist in the same space. The war back then was inevitable. But what we do from here on out isn’t. We all can choose to fight for our universe, our right to survive…,” he spoke softly, staring up at the sky with resolve. That’s what this tournament was all about. Which Universe had the greater resolve to stay alive. Universe Four would soon realize that they weren’t going down without a fight, kicking and screaming until the very end.

“Very well, love. Knock em dead…,” he said in an attempt to encourage her, his tone a stern yet positive and warm inflection. He openly laughed at her command to not slack off in his training while she was gone. “Yes ma’am…,” he said with a more mischievous tone, amused by her forcefulness on the subject. She was as forceful now as always. Both in the sheets and out... there was never any arguing with her. She was definitely right however. He wouldn’t let Carva get ahead of him forever. He would find a way to close the gap. He just had to keep trying.

Holding her in his arms while kissing her back, Tarro lightly pressed against her lips before backing away. A part of him didn’t want to let go. This separation was so soon, but they each had duties to fulfill. A future to protect. If either of them failed, they’d either not exist.. Or their race would be doomed to die. Either way their future would be under a dark cloud. They could not fail. They just couldn’t.

The Saiyan watched her leave and take off into the stars to prepare for the tournament. “Goodbye… my love,” he whispered with a smile before reaching for his remote and calling his own ship now to his location. It was time for him to take his own leave toward Namek. He had a long journey ahead of him. With any luck this mission would go without any hiccups. He was eager to get the Dragon Ball situation handled and done with. The faster he finished with that and picked up Carva… the sooner they could all gather up and prepare for the inevitable battle to come. The Demons were sure to do something now that they were vulnerable.

He was sure of it.


His hair blew back as the ship quickly hovered over him minutes later. The door opening automatically with the click of another button - Tarro flew inside the spacious grey vessel. It was big enough to hold three people somewhat comfortably. Truthfully Tarro adored the ship’s design, and couldn’t wait to stroll through the galaxies in it again. It had been awhile since he had flown.

“Journey… To Namek!” he thought to himself excitedly as he took off blazing!

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I'll take PL plz!