As Trunks and Izaroth conversed over the unique capsule technology, Blaze was busy tapping items on the interactive menu, quietly talking herself through the options. So many weird-sounding foods... She still couldn't quite believe all this was happening. From being in bed asleep, to suddenly finding herself half-naked on a floating island in the sky, ...somewhere! It would be easy to put it down to being a dream, but so far everything seemed pretty real here. Most of the aliens seemed to smile at or at least not show discontent toward the two Time Patrollers to be. But that one with the icy gaze, earlier...? It's like he was offended by their very existence.
In no time at all the dishes arrived at the table. Izaroth's sandwich, and Blaze's.. uh.. so many plates that it took up half of the table!? Trunks raised a brow, letting his jaw drop a little. She couldn't even fit all that in her body, right? Right?! -- After thanking the six-armed alien waiter with a gleeful smile and a polite bow of her head, Blaze started to practically destroy meal after meal without even commenting on how some of the alien dishes tasted! How her school uniform stayed clean throughout this was anybodies guess!
"Okay, it's not the first time I've seen this, but she is tiny compared to the adult Saiyan warriors I've watched plough through food like that! Doesn't even have a lot of muscle!" Trunks gawked, reluctantly panning his gaze back to Izaroth and his sandwich.
"Usual breakfast amount, just alien food instead!" Blaze exclaimed cheerfully with half a mouthful of something purple, quickly returning to eating. Was she even breathing?!
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"So, what do you think of the new ones?" A black-haired male with red eyes, a light tan and star-like facial scar on his cheek asked, staring through the diner window from across the street. He wore a Gi much like Son Goku's in colour, but plain and with fingerless gloves & black combat boots. His deeply scrutinising gaze went with his tone of voice - deep, quiet. For now. When he didn't receive a reply, he turned those crimson eyes on the same Frieza Raceman that had just left the same building. "Glacia?"
"Their power levels certainly don't impress," he finally replied. "The girl looks far too civilised. Untouched. Soft. I wonder if she's ever tasted pain or trained hard in her life. The young man? Perhaps he looks like a warrior, but I would still count him as a greenhorn until he's been tested properly. Trunks was too soft on them. Relenting on the girl? I would have taken a limb for such a stupid reaction to a sword being swung at me. And we both know that he can do far better in a melee fight, with or without that sword - he should have beaten the white-haired one down to let him know there is a very sizeable power gap," Glacia explained, apparently having seen the 'test fight' and all. "In short I believe the wish is going to be a complete waste unless they're really tested. They're going to die as they stand now. Satisfied, Zero?"
"I think you should lighten up as regards the test. Trunks knows they're weak now, but he wished for a team. They're not strong enough yet, and they're not in sync yet. When they are, your tone'll change," the spiky-haired Saiyan said with a smirk. For such an intimidating look and voice, he didn't seem all that serious. "Don't tell me - you're going to intervene?" he chuckled.
"I must," Glacia responded before nonchalantly turning his back on Zero and leaving. The Saiyan shrugged off the man's coldness and stared back into the window across the street.
"Guess he's right. I think I want to fight them whether it's for training or not, myself... But not just yet. I'll watch you both grow first," Zero smiled, put his arms behind his head and strolled off toward the time shuttles, a mission into the past awaiting.
