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Tarro had just finished his daily training routine with Tomina and Fennle, and it had been quite a workout. Even with him and Fennle working together, they still couldn’t bring Tomina to her knees. Her power had only grown incredibly in these last few months, and although theirs had too… they were falling behind her. It was infuriating, but what else could he expect from the spawn of Lettis? It was part of what attracted him to her. Despite this admiration, he wanted more. He wanted to catch up to his love, and to serve as an equal partner to her. But he was getting tired of challenging the same people all the time. Carva, Hasenya, Fennle, and Tomina had fought him so many times now that he knew all their moves. It wasn’t exciting. He needed a new opponent, with new techniques to help him truly adapt his mind and his skills. The Queen was busy with the babies and training with her husband and his council. Nasu was far too much for him to make a fun match. No one else on the planet really posed enough of a challenge, or he knew their moves too (like Karota and Miso).
Perhaps he should find an off-world opponent to bother. But he wasn’t really allowed to step away without orders. He was kinda trapped on this planet. Perhaps he could call someone here… He thought about Beat, but Beat probably had things to do (and Komatsu probably wouldn’t want him to go). Besides Beat was too young despite his great power. Komatsu was like Nasu and Tomina, far too powerful for him to challenge. And he couldn’t think of anyone else in the Alliance worth fighting. That just left Makai and Earth, both of which options were extremely limited. Nakiya wasn’t the kind you could summon for a normal fight, besides he was pretty sure he’d spit on her. The Demon King Heizen was dead and in hell where he belonged (and in the same box as Nakiya as far as he was concerned).
No one else on the planet was worth fighting as far as he knew. That just left Earth, with limited options. That Anubian that Carva fought would probably be fun to fight, but then again his demeanor didn’t scream “casual fighter” either. He’d probably take things way too seriously. And thus Tarro stumbled onto his perfect candidate. Cornatto was fresh for him as he had Earthling moves, he was plenty powerful, and he would be willing to engage in a civil fight with him. All he had to do was think back to the Invasion of Earth, and remembered Cornatto’s signature. Tarro began to focus really hard.
The man’s white gi, his rather strange, upbeat attitude. His Saiyan energy signature, bathed in electricity and fierceness. Suddenly Tarro’s mind echoed across the known Universe towards Earth, trying to find and locate the Earth Saiyan.
[Thread Power Level: 556.413] [Power Level: 544.286]
The man had already widely spent his time on Earth but in a manner that did not quite satisfy him. Honestly, it was nothing about the planet— like hell, he loved the shit out of it. As ever. But, there was just something that bothered him… it was way too damn peaceful. Like, alright. Cornatto did fight for peace, but he was still a Saiyan. So, it was only normal for his excitement to die down when quite literally nothing took place on this dead surface.
The last thing he remembered he did was a party, just to clear that up. It was underwhelming, and in those days, it left Corn wondering what it was supposed to do. Exile had done such weird ass jokes to him, that now he was only digging through what was truly reality. Hell, he just realized he was somewhat like… thirty-five. He wasn’t even fifty! He just realized that by looking over Natto’s kids and how old they were and that his math didn’t even add up. Holy shit. He did suck at that.
Cornatto sighed, as he rubbed the back of his neck.
This was truly some hassle. Not much about the age thing. But, rather, he found himself in a reality that he realized he barely knew himself. What did the Earthling Saiyan even want? Was he more Earthling… or more Saiyan? Especially at a time like this, now that the Eternal Dragon of the whole Universe had, for some reason, restored his tail— what was his place in the whole picture?
Would they still care for— Ah wait. He lived alone. Right.
“Kabocha’s disappeared in some corner of the world. Cervez’s… I have no idea even. Nobody I spent most of my time with, seems to be around! Not even Sai or Galen! Women… yeah, let’s not get started on that even. Where have they all been? This planet was thriving with life some years ago!”
The man released one final sigh.
Could this be truly the end? Maybe he was playing this way too dramatic, but hell, that was how he imagined death. Just an immense amount of boredom. More dead than actually alive, in a few words, basically.
But that was perhaps a thought for another time, as the man was actually already laying in his bed, shirtless and with just a pair of fresh, new pants that basically were part of the usual gi, but, no idea. Cornatto had also inherited the secrets of how people could keep the same attire for their whole life in several different grabs.
And he dozed off. Ready… for a night’s sleep.
That was, only until hours later as he was awakened by a voice. At first, his eyelids just slowly opened in recollection to the name, yet even if he actually processed it, he couldn’t tell who it was until he tried really hard to think about it. The image of a soldier came to mind, as he quickly recalled Tarro.
“Aaah… that’s… him. Hm,” - he paused briefly and was slowly about to shut his eyes once more… until they burst open and the man launched himself to sit up.
“Wait— what?! Why’s Tarro calling me? That wouldn’t happen one in a million for one of Nasu’s men to call me! Huh, huh… Oh! I get it!”
The man slowly smirked as he quickly brought his index and middle finger to his forehead, his metaphysical focus shifting through the Galaxy… until he finally disappeared. Back on Yasai, though, as Tarro suddenly found himself no longer alone as the form of the warrior appeared just right ahead of him. The shirtless man blinked once, realizing he had made it to Tarro’s signature before his warrior’s smirk once more blew into intensity.
“Alright! Where are they at? Let me at ‘em!!”
Cornatto closed a fist out of excitement; as far as one could tell… he probably thought there were some powerful enemies somebody needed the Earthling’s strength for, but, as Corn tried to get a feel for himself… he realized there was nothing.
His face began quieting down to a calmer, but rigid demeanor as he blinked, just mildly furrowing his brow until he gazed at Tarro. He didn't look clueless, but rather, he looked... somewhat disillusioned now, as his tail gently swayed in the air. The fact that he was currently shirtless probably didn't help it.
“Hm. Tarro… what’s the matter? Everything’s going just fine over here by the looks of it…”
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