On Towards the Future [Tomina/Tarro/Invite]

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Tarro was training in his spaceship on Namek, shirtless and intensively testing out his Wolf Fang Fist on holographic images. It didn’t do much, but provided a nice style of image training for the young Super Saiyan in his training. The real Carva, Jarvis, and Nakiya all moved quite a bit faster than the holographic versions of themselves, but it made him feel a little better about himself. “NEO WOLF FANG FIST!” he cried as he launched himself as Nakiya and unleashed a vicious, overwhelming barrage of claw attacks at the mirage. His hands glowed with energy as he unleashed the final blow with maximum force! The simulation ended, and Tarro could feel a hot sensation in his head as someone reached out to him telepathically. He grunted in annoyance, not liking being called. Suddenly however he heard a familiar voice. One he hadn’t heard in months now.

Tomina. She had finally contacted him after all this time. At least he thought it was Tomina. Truthfully he wasn’t entirely sure.

She had missed a lot. His training with Karota, his mastering of the Wolf School. His ascension to Super Saiyan Two. In all that time he wondered if she had been killed, and if their erasure was imminent. But more than that he thought about Nakiya or Jarvis trying to deceive him by transforming into Tomina to deceive him. Rumors had circulated that she was capable of impersonating anyone. So he had prepared himself for deceit. {“How do I know it’s you, Captain?”} he said telepathically with a suspicious tone.

He wondered if she’d be able to prove her identity.

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Tarro and her had discussed a lot about the tricks and deceit of their enemies, and that they needed to be smart with each other whenever they separated. Tarro was just holding onto that. He had made his mind harder to infiltrate thanks to severe training, and this Tomina (if she was fake) wouldn’t find it easy to manipulate him. He listened to her as she condescended him and asked if she was Nakiya or Caesar, why wouldn’t she lure Nasu into a trap. {“Pft. Don’t give me that. If you were Nakiya or Caesar, you’d know better than to try and penetrate Nasu’s mind. But his underlings are more vulnerable, at least those who haven’t trained in the art of resisting this type of thing,”} he said with a ‘hmph’ in the end of his telepathic transmission.

However the next part caught his attention. Details about their romantic night together, the very first night they got together. Someone could have likely guessed the tail thing, and also plenty about their physical lifestyle (after all they weren’t exactly quiet). But the oath… that was something private. Only he and Tomina would know about that. {“So either you are the real Tomina… or you’re a bloody imposter whose stolen her memories. I’m coming. If it’s the latter, I’d suggest you prepare yourself!”} he said intensively as he transformed into his Super Saiyan form and flew right out of his ship toward the power. If it was some scumbug like Jarvis who stole her memories and tried to mess with him, he swore he’d make them bloody!

A golden pillar of light sprung out of the sky with incredible force as Tarro moved insanely quick across the Planet Namek. Within a minute tops he arrived at the location. The golden-haired Saiyan staring in disbelief as he for sure saw his mate. Upon closer inspection her energy also seemed incredibly familiar. It… It had to be her. He was sure of it.

“To-Tomina…” he said almost surprised.. His breath was taken away.

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{“Tch. Yeah and those closest to him are much more resistant than me, as annoying as it is to admit it. Master Karota, even that idiot Miso… Both of them are better trained and more experienced than me, as well as stronger to boot. They’d have less of a chance with them as well. And I’m always ready for a fight, my mate would know that!

Even if I’m in over my head…,”} he said as he flew in his golden light as it flashed across the green skies of Namek. He was boiling for a good fight right about now, so if it was a fake Tomina well then they’d get their jaw clocked off. The Super Saiyan had come fair in his training, working so hard to master the Super Saiyan Two transformation. He had come up short, but he could feel himself getting closer by the day. To be able to tap into that power at will was going to be necessary if he wanted to accomplish his goal of surpassing Karota, and then Miso.

When he arrived, he had been expecting a grand return. The two of them in their peak health smiling and shagging right on the Namekian soil. But Tomina was damaged, more so than he think he had seen from her since her fight with Flare. She had really pushed herself hard. He was stunned, allowing her the chance to speak uninterrupted. She explained her predicament and her injuries, perhaps feeling a bit self-conscious about it. He smiled softly, his eyes narrowing and sparkling with a little bit of pride for his mate. He walked toward her, his jumpsuit rustling slightly with the wind as they began closing the fair distance between them.

His smile faded however as she stumbled onto the ground. Tarro quickly rushed over and crouched down to her level. “Tomina!?” he cried out with worry in his voice, inspecting her to see if she was okay. Once she explained the situation to him, he softened a bit again. He understood. He said nothing and his face was serious for a moment. Without a word, he picked her up gently, as she wasn’t exactly in the state to move and resist him: carrying her legs and her back in his arms. He stood tall with her. And with a soft smile on his face. “You’re an idiot, love. It doesn’t matter how bloody and messed up you come back. You’ll always be a pleasant sight for these eyes.

Actually… it’s kinda hot that you’re all banged up. Shows you were doing some intense fighting. Makes me kind of jealous.” he said.

He looked over to the pool of water nearby, and chuckled. “If you have the energy for it, heat up the little pool over there. We’ll give you a nice hot bath and all cleaned up…,” he said with a grin. This would hopefully be good for her. 

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Tarro had said nothing to the final transmission about Miso, not really giving a shit about his words. If it weren’t for rank, Tarro would call him so to his face. It was his brilliant strategy that led to the Demons destroying Saiya and Natto. And she was right, imposter or not, she knew Tarro wasn’t a coward. When the Saiyan and the Saiyaness were finally reunited after all this time, Tarro could instinctively feel that it was her. There was just something about being in close proximity that made it so much easier to trust her. Or maybe this person was just that convincing. Either way he wasn’t going to take the chance that it wasn’t her and risk damaging her.

This was the first time Tarro had ever picked her up like this. Usually she was the one taking charge, but with her supposed injuries that didn’t seem like something that was on the table for her at the moment. He smiled, not even flinching at the thrust heading for his face. “I’ll settle for we’re both idiots, then. Call it instinct, or lover’s intuition, but I could tell it was you once I saw you. I don’t think there’s a magic strong enough to trick me this well. Besides. You hardly look like you’re in any shape to fight right now,” he said cheekily before getting poked. It was an odd thing she liked doing, poking him like that. But he’d just learned to roll with it.

His smile widened with hers. It was quite infectious- her smile. He missed her banter. “Hmph. I don’t know… you sure you don’t want that Beat kid for that instead? You did apparently make him a promise that he could fuck you if he got strong enough…,” he brought up with a serious look on his face.

Part of him was joking, but admittedly part of him was still a bit upset about that revelation. Especially since now the kid was starting to show a faster growth rate than he. Tarro carried her over to the bath, carefully removing her ragged clothing before letting her in. He kinda felt like having a bath too. After she was all settled in he joined in, both of their bodies covered by both the steam and the fairly leveled water. This wasn’t a bad choice for meeting actually.

And it’d be fun for later. But for now he just wanted to talk and catch up. He had missed a lot. More than he even knew.

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“Indeed. If a Demon or whatever was capable of convincing even my instincts that it was you, then there was no stopping it anyways…,” he responded to her words, explaining how he dropped his guard without concern. Perhaps he was a sentimental fool, or maybe he was just more attuned and had an innate sense of his mate. It was hard to say.

Tarro sighed at her reaction to him bringing up the kid Beat. So she really had said something to that effect to the kid. She would be able to tell from his expression that he wasn’t amused. “I did beat him, but not by much. He’s inexperienced, but very strong. You chose the wrong kid to make that kind of bet with. He reminds me of Carva, if that brute actually used his brain sometimes. He’s already one of Komatsu’s best soldiers.

Regardless I don’t like the idea that our vows only go so far as how strong I get….,” he said honestly. Sure she was kidding with the kid, but was he disposable? Was she going to make more of these supposed bets with other fights, until she found one she liked and discarded the Saiyan warrior? “I trained so hard while you were gone. I became a Super Saiyan Two, almost as strong as you were on Earth when you fought your cousin. I mastered Nasu and Karota’s Spirit Ball.

And even with all that I’m nowhere near where I want to be. You, Carva, and Jarvis are all getting stronger much quicker than I can keep up with… For god’s sake the cap between us nearly doubled I believe since you left… What the hell happened in this tournament to make you so strong?” he said while looking away, his fist tightening. He was really angry about this. “So if the sum of my worth is my power level- you might as well go to Carva, or pick someone else as your mate,” he said while looking back directly at her. He was happy to have her back, but this was a serious problem that he had right now. He was getting as strong as he could, but if their relationship was built only on his strength then it might as well end now. He wasn’t going to progress as fast as she liked, if this freaking kid could overpower him.

The two got into the water, and Tarro took care of his mate. But he wasn’t in the mood for any of her shenanigans. They needed to hash this out. This was their first fight as lovers, and they needed this to be done with.

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Tarro could see the surprise on her face as she mentioned how strong Beat was. Yes it had surprised him too. The first time he met the kid he wasn’t anything special. But he quickly rose to power once his Legendary Potential was unlocked. The goddamn genetics of Carva and the rest of his mutated Berserker class Saiayn could all go to hell. It was unfair. “He possesses the same transformations as Athren and Carva.. But he doesn’t seem to share any actual lineage with them strangely enough. It’s possible a strand of Saiyan genetics exists that produces more crazy but also more powerful Saiyans. Much like how Komatsu possesses a mutation in his genetics that allows him to reach his “Super Saiyan Four”.

Regardless it’s some special bullshit and it’s hard to fight the raw power of those Saiyans. Their growth potential is hard to keep up with… They don’t just get stronger with every fight like normal Saiyans, they always get stronger AS they fight…” he said with a grunt. “Since that fight apparently he got mixed up with Negi, and nearly beat him. Now I don’t even know if I can best him…,” the Saiyan said rather downtrodden. It wasn’t exactly comforting that a child could possibly have surpassed him. It was hard enough slowing his weakness regarding the other Saiyans. What was he lacking that the others had?

“As I said - I had way more experience than he did. I don’t think he’s even finished training in a martial art style yet. But in pure power he hit almost as hard as me, and that was in our Super Saiyan forms. If we went all out with our respective powers, he might have been able to overpower me. The Spirit Ball is my only ace that might give me an advantage against him…,” he explained.

The Spirit Ball was a tricky ability and hard to counter. Perfect against Berserker Saiyans who couldn’t think straight. But the downside to that was in a one on one fight… he likely left himself open trying to use it. He needed much more if he ever hoped to be able to defeat Carva in a battle, and Beat by extension.

The conversation about her deal with Beat however was not a pleasant one, and he had been expecting that. The two stared at each other, both of them hurt. He continued washing her, taking care of her battered body despite his grievances. “But it’s not just Jarvis, you’re not listening! It’s you, It’s Carva! All of you are making these large leaps in power and I’m left picking up the crumbs as scraps!” he yelled, his body transforming from the rage and showcased his new transformation head on.


His hair spiked in a way that she wouldn’t have seen from him before. Lightning danced around his form. He had no intention of hurting her or getting violent. But his emotions were overloaded right now. “Feel this pitiful power level! Tell me the truth, I don’t even compare to the weakest of fighters that fought in your Tournament of Power!” he continued on, tears falling down the sides of his face as the heightened power brought with it explosive results.

“I don’t know Tomina, and that’s what pisses me off! I slapped him when he first told me, because I said there was no way that filth would come from your mouth, and that I wouldn’t let him question my mate’s honor! But then here you are confirming that you actually told him that? Why would you say that?

What the hell am I supposed to think here, Tomina?”

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PL: 7,800,000 in SSJ2

Tarro simply raised his shoulders in a shrug, not bothering to respond at first to the discussion about Athren. He didn’t know a lot about him, only what others (including Tomina) had told him. “Is it possible they could be distantly related? Saiyans are known to fool around.. It’s plausible they share a common ancestor…,” he said with a shrug. “These things are hard for people like us to determine. On the battlefield you and I are pretty smart, but as far as the science of these things… our guess is as good as any’s,” he admitted, looking down while clenching his fists. He wish he had an answer. It was deeply angering him. Another Saiyan to be looked down by. Tarro could hardly believe that the brat actually managed to put up a decent fight against Negi. The man was a legend in their ranks, one of Nasu’s best soldiers. And Tarro still couldn’t compare to Karota. Even in Super Saiyan Two he was fighting an uphill battle, albeit a less narrow one.

“According to the reports.. Nakiya took control of him after the battle of Saiya. The bitch couldn’t even let him have an honorable death. She corrupted him and forced him to do her bidding. In the end however he managed to get loose at least. He took off. Speaking of.. Nakiya made some kind of wish with the Dragon Balls while you were gone. You should watch out. It’s possible her powers are beyond even yours still.

She’s a coward who will do anything to get stronger. Anyone who has to rely on those orbs to get stronger is pathetic. Even I wouldn’t go that far to get stronger, despite how much I might need the advantage…,” he scoffed, looking up at the sky with a furrowed brow as his body trembled. His nails dug into his skin, drawing a slight trickle of blood. Tomina gave him a warm touch on the shoulder, and though he appreciated it.. He wasn’t as receptive to it as he should have been given the circumstances. His eyes looked at Tomina as she asked her questions, trying to find the root to his problems. He didn’t know what to say at first, his voice forming no words but trying to find them. He let out an audible “tch” sound before looking away. “Probably a bit of both… I’m nowhere near where I should be… That’s for damn sure…,” he said, sighing quite audibly as his body was tense. Electricity continued to dance across his form, yet did nothing to liven up the water. Normally shocks would zap them both and leave a rather unpleasant surge through their bodies. But ki was a bit different.

“The rush of power this transformation gives is fantastic. I feel unstoppable, and yet at the same time I’m just as powerless as I was before I learned how to transform into an ordinary Super Saiyan. I’m just as weak now as I was when everyone I loved died on Saiya, and I’m just as pathetic as I was when we first met. The only difference now is I don’t have the alcohol to blame for it.

Just my own weakness.. No matter how hard I try to close the barriers of power..,”

And that was his truth.

Tomina had tried to be honest but kind, and encourage him. But he shook his head as a response, rejecting it in its entirety. “If I fought in that tournament, I wouldn’t have come back alive… I know that, and deep down you know that,” he said while staring out into the distance. He thought about one of their claws getting and ripping through his armor. He thought about what death might feel like. He could feel it in his bones. He wouldn’t have survived. And that fact annoyed him. He was angry, he was upset, he was betrayed. All of these emotions swirled in him as his tears freely flowed down his face.

It was a common mistake people made, a common assumption that they had been led to believe. The Saiyans were a warrior race, they were badass warriors. So the assumption was that they didn’t have strong emotions. They were good at closing themselves off, and in part this was true. But truthfully deep down their emotions were possibly stronger than any race. When they felt rage it was an uncontrollable wrath, when they felt sadness it was complete despair, and when they felt worthless… the whole world just seemed to spin around while they simply stood still. It was from these emotions that they drew their strength, that they’d come to soar.

And yet Tarro still was so far behind. Even by learning how to tap into these emotions fully for Super Saiyan Two, he still found himself short. He still wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be making progress. Instead he was still just as far behind the others as the day he first joined. Instead his place had stayed the same. They had yet to reach their peaks, and he felt he was starting to reach his. And that terrified him. The whole point of training with Nasu’s faction, everything he had done since Natto had been to become strong enough to never know that hopelessness again. Every drop of sweat, every ounce of blood, every sore muscle, every rough battle. It was all for the purposes of getting strong enough to make a difference.

But so far the barrier was just as far away as it was in the beginning. Maybe even wider since Nakiya had made her wish. “The bastard Jarvis was so cowardly he sabotaged himself and erased himself! He ran away! Now I’ll never get to punch him in the face for everything he did, not that I ever could matter in a fight against him! Nakiya used the goddamn Dragon Balls to become even harder to reach than ever, because she’s a sniveling coward and the rest of us were so incompetent we let her!

So yes I’m angry! I’m frustrated! Because no matter what I put myself through I’m useless in the end!” he said, ceasing to wash her any further. At this point he just turned away. He couldn’t even face her. He was ashamed.

His ears perked as she spoke softly, trying to explain what Beat told him. For once he didn’t interrupt her, just listening in keenly as she explained her whole story to him. He recalled the times that she talked about Rensu and how she was going to manipulate him into a more capable soldier, one befitting the Kingdom. Even back then Rensu showed signs of naivety and messed up priorities. He thought about their relationship, and everything they had promised to each other on that fateful night on the Kingdom’s assault ship. He thought about every mile of skin, every inch of her he had come to know intimately over the brief start of their relationship. He thought about every deep conversation and how much of their souls they had shared with one another. He thought about how much he loved her, and kept on listening.

Though she could not see it, his eyes tensed a little as her fingernails dug into his shoulder. He said nothing however, working through the pain. He continued to listen as she spoke about the time while she was gone. He followed with interest as she mentioned a dimension she had traveled to before the tournament, which allowed her to train for a year in a day. What had been months for him, had been over a year for her. Eyes widened at the revelation, as so many things came into place. The attack on Earth, how she came back so strong (even for her). He looked down, his face forming a frown as he absorbed this information. “And I assume Carva went in too… fuck… when will that ass stop getting special treatment! First the Tree of Might, now this!? Fuck!” the Saiyan before putting his hand up to his forehead, his fingers ruffling through his hair. It was so unfair. Why was he always the odd man out? But he said nothing beyond that, continuing to let her speak.


She talked about how Nasu strutted around naked in the time chamber, something that didn’t really faze him. He was used to the Saiyan culture surrounding their bodies and the lack of shaming that some races had (especially the Earthlings). He didn’t give a shit about that. But what really struck out to his ears.. The sound of her crying, the way her body tensed up as tears flowed gently down her face. Tarro didn’t think he’d ever even seen her cry in all the time they’d known each other. His face softened, and his arm lowered itself to his side. She admitted fault about what she had done, apologized for making him feel the way she did. She reassured him that she would never do that to him, and the way that she said it was enough to make him believe her. The passion, the emotion, the aggressiveness of her words mixed with her crying all softened the cracks in the foundation, breaking it down and allowing it to open up. The surge of his overwhelming emotions dying down as he let in everything she said. A strange calm washed over him, and his body stopped tensing up, his body fading back into the normal Super Saiyan form. In all of his glory he turned around suddenly, and curled his arms around her waist, forehead firmly pressing against hers and pulling her close even in her Super Saiyan Crimson form.

All of the events of the tournament, all of her emotions - they all reached him. “Shut up… Just… Shut up…,” he whispered to her, his rough words harsh but also with an soft, subtle undertone of tenderness. The distance between them was so minimal she would literally be able to feel his breath. “I understand… Just… say the vow you made that night…. Repeat it for me…. Do that for me… That’s all I ask…,” he said softly, his whispers like soft kisses.

“Assure me one last time that you love me…. That you are mine… Just as I am yours…,”

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