Cornatto Shows Up On Earth. Come Forth! [Closed]

For everyone on Earth, it was relatively just a common day; waking up, getting ready for work-- school, or whatever their ‘professions’ supposedly were and everything else would go just as fine as any other day. Earthlings were truly curious, and something that Cornatto could never truly understand to the fullest; how could they ever be happy with being so weak? Of course, the Saiyan himself wasn’t really that much power hungry but at the same time he wanted to be stronger because he felt weak himself-- it was the Saiyan blood within his veins that lusted for him to break through his limits.

He couldn’t care any less to win over an opponent, to kill him, no. That was not the way he wanted to do it, despite his parents have taught him to do so. It was an entirely different feeling when it came to Cornatto; even if he was still a kid, he couldn’t care any less for taking the life of a man. All he cared for was to shape his own battle skills, even if admittedly he was confused… what would he have done that? One of the questions he usually asked himself was: what would you do if you were the strongest in the universe?

As a child, the Saiyan had always been somewhat uncertain on what to do exactly, he knew that his parents’ desires would probably be some of that Saiyan pride crap they’d try to give him, but for some reason, he couldn’t really understand what pride even meant to them. Was it something so important for a Saiyan to have? Cornatto that far had been living pretty fine without particularly caring for their lectures as to what a Saiyan should have always had.

However, while their ‘teachings’ so to say as to what the young Saiyan should have grown up with at best they went from one ear to the other, he had to say that their training was probably the best thing he could have gotten in the whereabouts; it wasn’t like there were many other people, he was aware of a village that was located not too far from their house but there weren’t really other martial artists he could train with. Plus, not to mention that he was a kid with a tail and Saiyan armor, many would have likely questioned him and he was admittedly somewhat scared of meeting other people aside from his parents.

It was weird compared to the person he’d grow up to be, but it was the truth; then again, he was barely seven and he never had the chance to interact with any of the Earthlings there, even if he would have liked to. Maybe he should have given it a try someday? That’s what he hoped, but he was clueless as to how he could have even interacted with some of the people there; as a child he was still a playful one but, aside from his parents, he felt awkward around other people and had no idea as to what he could have even tried to talk about.

It wasn’t a pleasant feeling at all; not knowing what to say, or really how to interact with the other people and as a kid, it felt like a real bummer. The only ones he had the confidence to interact with were his own parents, that weren’t really people one could easily converse with, maybe a little bit with his mother but his father was rather harsh most of the times, but that was just how he was; and that’s how his mom had pictured him to the young Saiyan as well. He couldn’t really do much other than dealing with it, in a few words.

Hey! Are you done wasting your time up there?!

A voice suddenly made the young Saiyan snap out of his thoughts, he had been sitting up the wooden building’s roof the whole time, not doing much other than looking around with a curious and innocent expression and with his tail that wagged around every now and then. As the kid’s gaze shifted towards the source of the voice; he found his father, the classic-looking Saiyan with spiky and black hair and traditional Saiyan armor. But, he also had a recognizable mark of his; his several scars, he had apparently been scarred in several battles before, he didn’t really know which ones, since Cornatto was never told about any of them but that’s all the information he had managed to gather about those scars.

Perhaps in a certain way, those feeble memories were slowly returning to his mind now that he visited certain places such as this— And those images slowly faded from his sight and returned a smile to his expression as the man had decided to visit a place that was dear to him during his childhood and in the end, he guessed that he couldn’t have spent that time any better. It was a lovely feeling, too bad that he didn’t have much time to get lost in such things when he had come on Earth from the Afterlife for one specific reason; to recruit one more of the warriors he needed for the Tournament of Power.

This one was a guy that he had taken note of during the Tree of Might episode on Earth— it was quite difficult for him to forget, given it was that kid’s attack that had aimed to take his friend Karota’s life. He didn’t hold too much of a grudge, so he guessed it didn’t matter, in the end not everyone truly was who they meant or tried to be when it was all a matter of factions or teams.

He was sure that things would have been different if their Universe wasn’t all that messed up at the moment. The muscular frame of the man lifted off the ground and floated up to a nearby cliff where he decided to stand and look out, towards the skies of the blue marble. He could sense the kid’s ki, it wasn’t too far, so he guessed he could just call Chris to him, telepathically.

“Yo! I am Cornatto, not sure if you know me but either way, would ya’ come over here for a few? Our universe is in danger and we also need someone like you!”