Mogtaki

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl was very nervous, unable to quite understand what he was supposed to say while he was in the presence of the King again. It was hard the first time, but the silence made him rather uneasy and worried that he might cause a spectacle. The juice certainly didn’t help, he was just sitting rather awkwardly with the rest of them with his tongue in his juice from the moment he got it, not actually taking a drink from it. This was all for him and he was looking like an idiot in front of a foreign King to whom he met not all that long ago. He just wasn’t used to strangers was all, even if he had once seen them before. With a rather awkward staring at he slowly shifted his eyes to his juice, staring at it for only a moment before sighing to himself. The King was being really nice just like last time, even sharing his thoughts and his inspirations for the future. He was definitely feeling embarrassed, but he couldn’t say anything that didn’t sound stupid.

Getting a little lost in thought over his own embarrassment he gasped and nearly dropped his juice when the sound of the book gave him quite the startle. He wasn’t paying attention at all and thought there was an attack for a moment before he saw it was all fine. He needed to not be so tense, although it was hard not to be when everything in his life depended on was with this training. This was simply the calm before the storm and all it could do was make him worried for his existence. If he messed up he might end up losing control and having to be destroyed like the ones of the past, it’d be a complete disaster. Eventually suckling his juice he kept a steady frown, staring at the book momentarily before to the King upon hearing his solution.

He didn’t know what he was doing wrong if that was the solution, he had been trying meditation but maybe he hadn’t been doing it right; then again, he had just been doing it the way he had read about in normal books and was probably for simple problems like stress. He certainly had a lot of stress, but he also had other problems going on so it probably wasn’t the right type of meditation. Nodding a little with his gaze low he frowned and stared down at his juice, giving a little nod in acknowledgement before looking to his father. “I-I don’t have any complaints. I told my friends I would be away for a month or so…” he spoke, looking away again, “Maybe…I’ll be okay with doing this. I think I can do this…maybe. What do I need to do…?”

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Viral may had agreed to do this treatment stuff with Aito but it didn’t mean he was at all pleased with having to do so. Even though he didn’t know what the treatment was going to involve it was his reluctance to trust Aito that made him not quite get into the mood, his interest in the session wavering already. This wasn’t going to work, he didn’t have the attention needed to try and get his mind fixed. It had been too long with too much that had happened to him, he probably wasn’t going to be able to be fixed up. It was certainly something for the rebels to even allow this to go on in their own facilities, especially when it was someone they did not like using it. It didn’t matter how comfortable the room was, he didn’t feel at all comfortable being left with Aito with the possibility that he was being monitored and recorded. He didn’t like it, leaving the room feeling much stuffier than it should be.

Aito certainly seemed to be at ease despite the obvious trap-like qualities of the room, not to mention he wasn’t exactly feeling happy being near the man like this. The whole thing felt awkward as hell, but despite his level of paranoia over scheming rebels it was probably the most secure room apart from the window. Maybe there was somebody out there quietly keeping an eye on them, it didn’t sound like it would be too farfetched for sure. Groaning lowly he looked back at Aito from the window, narrowing his gaze before looking away with a grunt. Not really caring much about all the little details he was already running out of patience, still wondering about whether he was being watched. “Tch, what’s PTSD? I don’t see what good me describing it is…” he muttered, already feeling put off, “It’s being broken, is what. When you start to fail as a soldier because you can’t get your head back into it. Or maybe it’s when you’ve just had enough of everything because I certainly have! You’ve given me no purpose despite me being made for one. Maybe that’s what it is, how should I know…”

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Whatever was going on was simply just a load of stupidity with poor research or some strange plan to try and create some sort of perfect hybrid that could command the race they were partially from. Who knew what his plan was unless they asked and there was no way any of them was going to be able to do that anytime soon. “It’s a bit dumb to think the purpose of our race is only to fight! That’d make us no better than engineered robots or something”. Saiyans had more of a purpose to them than simply fighting things then moving on, that was all under poor guidance. Maybe if they wanted to be they could be great builders or something, or maybe if they wanted to stick to the whole fighting thing they could be protectors or adventurers moving from place to place and helping people. They could transform and turn into essentially world destroying monsters, sure, but they didn’t have to be and it was always something that could be avoided. Finishing up on his meal his brother had just a bit more left, near enough ready to get going in a few minutes. Looking to Kabocha when he decided he wanted to ask about them going up against the brothers Choi frowned, grunting when he was jabbed only to smirk back. “You kidding? She wouldn’t take me back for beating up her friends! Especially beating up Shu, she’d kill me for that”, he spoke quickly, shaking his head, “Besides, she’ll make her choice and I’d rather not force anything or else I’ll get in trouble…”

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Viral was still in a lot of pain and he didn’t know how much had been healed, but hearing Aito offer up the healing tank he simply glared at him and looked away. He was not taking the easy way out with this, plus he was hardly under good terms with the rebels to use their equipment. Growling lowly as he dropped his shirt back in place he slowly folded his arms, looking elsewhere as Aito started to prattle on about making it up to him. He didn’t know if he should believe him, it had been too many times already so his trust levels were pretty low, even if he was his creator. He had been absent for most of his life and completely absent from his memory because of his trust in others, it was easy to have little trust in him despite all these things. Not knowing what he was supposed to tell him he kept his arms folded, his gaze turned away from him before he finally sighed. “…You would have to prove you can do something and stick to it. I’m tired of being left behind and forgotten about by everyone”, he spoke, looking back to Aito, “All the mistakes that have been made are on you. I don’t have anymore room in my memories to be disappointed and left behind again…”

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T’charrl was a little worried that he might’ve influenced the change in his mother’s hobbies, he didn’t want her to be unable to do things because she had to have a child to continue the family line. It was always a worry with him, whether he was going to be seen as a disappointment or if he was completely unable to live up to the potential of a Prince. Gazing up at the painting he stared at it for a moment before looking back to his father, not really able to imagine what kind of paintings she would do. It was hard when he had never seen it and all the paintings in the palace were old treasures or commissioned. “Oh, I-I won’t! I won’t say that to her”, he spoke, looking down again, “Maybe if I…maybe see if I can paint too…” He wondered if painting would bring him closer to his mother or just make her mad at his father for telling him all these things behind her back. While it was certainly something to quiz over he was offered food, quickly nodding and heading on out with his father and Haku. Maybe they could find something that wasn’t going to make him feel too drained, he knew he needed a lot of energy to keep his power under control but he had been working on controlling that too. Once they were out he let out a sigh, looking up to the canopies before back to his father. “Uhhh, everything? I-I mean umm, I can eat anything! Anything and everything! Uhh, meat gives me the most energy, but I don’t know if that’s within their culture here either. It’s really gotten difficult for me…”

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“I think he just got inspired from the stories but forget the most powerful Saiyan that existed was a pure Saiyan”, Choi smirked, finding some level of amusement from it. He probably denied the fact that the greatest legend in Saiyan history was a pretty good guy who didn’t like guys like him or aggressive Saiyans in general, almost like he hated him. It was rather amusing in a way, he was just ignoring the past legends and trying to create his own while not tainting the Saiyan race just enough for them to survive with forced breeding included. Overall he was a little amused by the little strange superiority complex, it certainly made the King look even crazier in the eyes of the lesser class. Just about finished with his meal he let out a long sigh, feeling pretty satisfied. Giving a quick look to his brother he soon glanced to Kabocha, smirking a little. “Oh yeah? Then you do that and maybe challenge him then? I’d love to see how ‘naturally stronger’ you are compared to a guy who was engineered to fight. Can you even beat one of the Princes? Or maybe just Takeshi, I mean…Shu will probably trigger Takeshi so hard he’d blast you away!”

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Viral didn’t think he could be around Aito anymore, he sacrificed a lot to bring him back and yet once his life wasn’t in any danger Aito promptly forgot about him. It was just like what everyone else eventually did, it seemed to be contagious. Once he was out of sight it was as if people’s memories of him were shoved into a little box and put away carelessly, as if he was just a fleeting memory. Nobody should be forced to do things for him just because he wasn’t having a great time, he shouldn’t be relying on everyone remembering him so much anyway. Moving to head out he was stopped by Aito’s words, his gaze only briefly going to him before he slowly folded his arms and closed his eyes. His first thought was to whether Aito would even be able to remember the next day that thought of his, all he had to do was leave for a bit and then he was suddenly gone from everyone’s minds. Maybe that’s why Yumi kept following him around, probably to remind people his name. It certainly made him wonder whether it was because he was easily forgotten or if it was some sort of Human thing where Humans only recognise and remember their own species, whether they’re halfbreeds or not.

Slowly looking over his shoulder he stared at him with a sharp gaze, not showing any trust for his words. He was still not trusting the man, who knew when he would end up forgetting once again after all. Letting out a sigh as he decided to list off some possible treatments he kept fairly quiet after that even after Aito stopped talking. Barely giving any other reaction he soon growled under his breath, eventually unfolding his arms as he slowly turned around, giving him a sharp staring at before speaking. “It’s funny how you have it all planned out in your head as if you knew what to do, but simply didn’t care enough to execute it. It’s certainly funny how easily forgotten something is when it’s not you who is considered ‘volatile…” he spoke lowly, looking down at himself for a moment before lifting up his shirt. His body was still majorly bandaged up, his showing it was a lot thinner than usual too without the looseness of his clothing to hide it. It didn’t look like he had any open wounds underneath the bandages, yet he was still well wrapped in them. “I faced two Elites days ago, almost had my body destroyed and I still haven’t healed completely. My organs were almost completely destroyed and you think exposing me to events like this and more would grant me any relief? Such a thought somehow amuses me…”

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T’charrl certainly loved his mother very much, but he didn’t know what path he was supposed to take to become the Prince she wanted him to be. He did try to study how she worked and how his father worked, but they were fair opposites which left him not knowing what path to take. He admired his mother very much and did want to have the level of respect she had, but his father was his role model and everything he did he wanted to aspire to do as well. He knew where he was supposed to go in life, but getting there was proving to be a little more difficult than he thought. He didn’t know what was going to change in the future either, his family had been at war for as long as he could remember and their hierarchy system never changed. Ultimately, T’charrl was afraid he was going to be left out in the cold unable to find any work and being a bloodsucker for the rest of his life because of rules regarding the royal family changing. “…Oh, mother likes to paint…? I didn’t have any influence in her not wanting to do poetry, right? I mean with you two wanting a kid…” he spoke, not knowing his mother to like that kind of thing.

Looking to Haku when he inquired about the instrument some more he looked back to his father expecting an answer. Smiling a little when he mentioned knowing some people he sighed lightly, feeling a little less anxious knowing he didn’t have to go to a shop or something to find one. He had a lot of anxiety when it came to doing normal things because he wasn’t used to them, meaning he was definitely glad that he didn’t have to do any of that. Nodding quickly in response he thought about what kind he might want before the thought of food came up, his eyes quickly going to his father. “Okay! I’ve seen enough for now! I would really like some food now, thank you…”

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“Uhh, I don’t think hybrids beat pures, I mean…if you felt more emotion maybe you should be pretty powerful too”, Choi shrugged, smirking at Kabocha briefly, “Yamate just has the idea that hybrids are better, I guess! Seeing how he made two kids and took Viral all while he dumps Saiyans like me and my brother into slave work because hey, we’re just some pure bred Saiyans who cares, right?” He wasn’t sour over his start in life, even though Kai was a bit. He just didn’t see why Yamate was fine with making his own race into slaves and letting hybrids take over the hierarchy as if they were automatically better. He felt plenty of emotion, probably more than some of those hybrids so he didn’t see why he didn’t have the same potential. He and his brother were fairly unique so surely that was interesting to Yamate, not only as soldiers they were recruited into. “I dunno how many times Earth’s been attacked, but if you say so! Although, you know I heard money isn’t really something they give to heroes…more like uhh…parties and stuff. Maybe you can become a celebrity or something”, he spoke before he laughed a little, “And you? Beat Viral? Heh! I’d like to see you try! That’d be fun to watch”.

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Viral growled lowly as Aito gave very little care as he was very casual about his words, just caring that they were still around. It was probably simply a case of convenience with him, he didn’t have to revive them or anything if they died. Not wanting to give him an answer he was instead spoken for by June who was quick to give a response as if proud to tell him everything he didn’t want to tell Aito. He shouldn’t need to know that he was still in pain or wanting food, it was none of his business. Giving June an angry glare before looking back to Aito he felt completely trapped, like he was being forced to their wills through forced check-ups. He didn’t know whether to feel insulted or neutral about it when it was supposed to be relieving for him but it was also removing a lot of trust he had. He really didn’t care about his pain, eating was also too much mental torture for him that Aito never really showed much concern for. He was always too busy doing something else, even though he probably had a lot of free time when not one person could eat away someone’s entire day.

Aito expressing how they should’ve taken responsibility and gone to him first to be healed was certainly one reason to be mad, but the fact that Aito had completely forgotten that he had trouble with food just tore into him. The fact he struggled to do something that was required for living made it even more insulting when his life was mostly injections and struggled sleep, the sun’s energy only sustaining about a quarter of his full potential. He had so many problems he thought would get sorted by bringing June and Aito back to life, but so far only his genetic instability had received any attention as if it existing was more of an insult to Aito’s portfolio of work. Nothing else had been fixed, mostly because it was all underlining issues that couldn’t be seen.

Dropping his expression slightly he ignored Aito’s offer, instead looking to Yumi who offered to help him. She couldn’t help, she already had all sorts of problems herself that needed fixing before his could even be a concern. Watching as Yumi decided to fight his battle for him he was beginning to regret saying anything, seeing how he was probably just upsetting Yumi and June while Aito probably thought it was a funny and silly moment of forgetfulness. Frowning briefly he looked down at the table before up to Yumi and Aito, eventually sighing before turning to the doorway of the kitchen. “It’s fine. I don’t need help. If it’s not a concern to a doctor then it shouldn’t be a concern to you either”, he spoke before he moved to the door, only glancing at Aito briefly, “I’ll go get your son so you can have a family dinner together…”

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T’charrl didn’t know how far that idea would go, especially when there was so much to do in so little time. He would need to return to his friends eventually to help them out and show that he had indeed managed to accomplish what he set out to do and he did have enough time to go back again once there was another calm. “Ohh umm, but things weren’t boring anyway…” he muttered, feeling a little embarrassed that he even wanted to have a hobby like making music. He felt he was just putting pressure on the others to make him happy. Looking to his father when he made the suggestion that he might learn too he couldn’t help but go to thinking about his mother too. She would probably grow annoyed that he was a bad influence on his father once he left and his father was still playing music. He would never hear the end of it from her when he returned again. “She would want me to be a prince first over a musician, I think. I don’t know how happy she would be if I took up such a loud hobby instead…”

Well Haku definitely found their situation funny, but who knows what he would think of it if he ever ended up in his mother’s way. She was a scary lady, that was for sure. He would really like to have a hobby like music though, maybe he would even get more friends that way too which would be lovely. While he was happy with his friends like Haku and the others, he still would like some Kaesstrian friends. Smiling a little at the thought of it he gasped when Haku decided to touch the display even after being told not to previously, giving him a brief annoyed look before looking to the instrument in question. “You think so? Maybe…I-I mean! Umm! I would like to try to! I think I’m pretty good at using my fingers…” he spoke, giving his claws a quick flexing, “I could play it away from mother outside…and she’ll be happy that I’m not inside. Maybe I could take it on the ship too! Maybe it will help calm down things too…that would be nice…ah! I would have a hobby then! Where do I get one? Where do normal people get their things…?”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Once everyone was rounded up again and the Machina taken back with them it was all a good time now to start talking about the future, namely concerning the new bunch. Kensen didn’t much care for this whole little meeting, he had already said what he needed to and was more or less there for observation. He was feeling pretty confident that they were going to accept what they had to do after that fight, there was no way Nymira would let herself be bested by a creature that was apparently a pretty easy kill once magic was easily wielded, then there was Ethan and his constant obsession with Cedric. It was certainly a little amusing, he hadn’t seen someone so shook up over the death of someone they barely knew anything about but maybe it could be motivation for training too. He was hardly happy with this though, he didn’t really want to have to train some kids but there was nobody else who could do so quite like him. He was just there to watch for now, his attention not on anybody as he kept to himself.

Cecil, on the other hand, was stressing out to the point of not moving or showing emotion just incase someone caught him out. He didn’t know any of these people other than his friends, he couldn’t act naturally around all these strangers and just had to go ahead and act like a true Machina. He still had that stuck in his head though, the fact that he was a little strange even to Norman. He was scared now, he shouldn’t be something that was strange to a specialist who fixed Machina all the time. It just made him feel terrible that he was even around others who didn’t know better. He surely wasn’t safe to be around if he was an unknown, especially not people who got quite close to him. All these people around him too. He shouldn’t be here with them, he should be outside at least and away from all these people.

The woman approaching him on the matter of his combat skills had him feeling worried and confused, thinking he was safe from being talked to. He didn’t understand why she was telling him this, he had fought fine up until that moment from before. “…I’m sorry for being inadequate as a protector and combat Machina, ma’am”, he spoke in a rather monotone way, bowing slightly. He was definitely not used to this but he didn’t want to be seen as anything more than a Machina. It certainly made him a little depressed, he was even wondering why he was a part of this group. They had some new friends now and while he wasn’t jealous, he just saw himself as obsolete to them and probably too dangerous to be around everyone. He needed to go find Norman, at least to show he was capable of taking orders like a Machina would.

Kensen was pretty bored of the rundown to say the least and was busy picking at his claw-like nails. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested, he was just aware of the plans and knew how to go about them so he didn’t need to listen and just had to wait. He did wonder how they were going to take training with him, seeing how Nymira really didn’t like him for not wanting to go back to her clan. Why would he want to go back anyway? He would just be treated worse than he was here by a mile so that was hardly going to be an option for him. It was almost as if she wanted him to be a lowly slave again. His clan wasn’t exactly treated well within hers and if he returned after being banished he was going to be treated like a common criminal. Her arrogance was going to be his suffering if he decided to go back and he wasn’t going to allow that.

When they were settled with what they were going to do he stood up a little straighter and waved his hands lightly to shake them off. Looking to Gage briefly he folded his arms, sighing a little. He hoped Gage wasn’t going to be too hard on these two, he knew he could be tough with people even giving up altogether with him. Moving on out of the room he didn’t really give a look to the others until he was confronted by Ethan, staring at him for a moment. He didn’t really know how to react to that kind of friendliness and just remained pretty still for the most part, at least until Gage flew the kid’s compliments off. Sighing a little he shrugged, shaking his head. “When are you ever sweet, anyway? You really need to filter some of that salt out of your system…”

He had a fair idea on what he was going to do with them, hopefully they wouldn’t end up giving in too. It was always a waste whenever a Magi just gave up on improving their magic when there was so many who couldn’t even use any. Probably why Gage was always so sour, maybe he too wanted to be able to use it too; then again, Gage did like his big guns. When Nymira decided to act a bit more professionally than desperately wanting to drag him back with her. “…Sure. Have a talk if you want, so long as you don’t wait until the dead of night, I guess…”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I'll be away for a day but after that I'll post again o/

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Choi shrugged, not really all that knowledgeable on the subject since he just made the food. “Maybe they were hybrid Saiyans. Pure blooded Saiyans certainly did get treated a little differently, like…well, most of us were slaves. I guess if you weren’t a born Elite with a high power reading they just didn’t care where they put you”, he spoke as he slowly scratched the side of his face with a napkin, trying to think on how many they used to serve in the past. It was a fair great deal that was for sure, but mostly because they ate a lot. “I wonder if a lot of them weren’t Saiyans, but ambassadors we were serving. The King certainly did have a fair great deal of friends around so I guess maybe that was the case? Pff! In the kitchen the most we got was soups and stews from leftovers and old meat…was still pretty good though, I mean, we tried to make it good at least”. He certainly didn’t miss it, probably why even places like this was so appealing to him and his brother. It was great here, the meat was just perfect and Kai had a real taste for a lot of sauce. “I don’t know what kind of conflicts they have on Earth since they don’t even go into Space…I mean, you sure you even want to work in the government? Sounds kinda boring to me! What would you even do in an army? Just conquer a country? Viral would probably kill you for causing trouble on his turf, you know”.

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Viral didn’t know what else he was supposed to say that wouldn’t just upset her, something he was pretty good at doing. Even when he tried to express all that bothered him he was terrible at doing so properly, it went against his own nature to weaken himself on purpose by expressing everything that bothered him. It was just too difficult to do, even to people he knew wouldn’t use it against him. He had spent too long keeping everything to himself, they just wouldn’t understand. There wasn’t much he could say anyway, even if he said some of the stuff that was bothering him he was just going to make someone upset and then there would be no conclusion. He was supposed to be strong, but his ability to cause problems for the people he knew had him feeling weak burdening; besides, it was his suffering, it didn’t need to be theirs too.

Knowing Yumi was wanting to stick around he was going to stick around too, but hearing the door had him wishing he was somewhere else already. Even though he wanted to confront Aito on some issues he didn’t think in the kitchen was quite the place for it. He really wanted to punch him, but then June would probably get frightened and Aito would stop him anyway. He was suddenly feeling a little intimidated to act, even though he wanted to for the longest time. Clenching his fists pretty tight he listened to what was being said in the other room, hearing it fine despite being in the other room. It simply sounded like Aito was helping Shu because he had nothing else to do and was bored which was just typical. Watching as he just went straight into the kitchen without even so much of a glance at either of them he soon glared, feeling somewhat insulted that Aito was just too lazy to make a short glance to his side only to stare at them like he forgot their names. He barely seemed to give a care, not even a proper welcome or any concern that they might had not come back alive. Growling lowly he pushed his chair out and stood up pretty quickly, his fist still on the table. “The mission was completed. It was just a couple of Elites! Elites you would had easily killed…but instead you were here. I’m sure all those that died would’ve been happy to know that…” he spoke rather coldly, yet still willing to give an actual answer, “Yumi received a head injury, but she says she is getting better…so isn’t that just great?”

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T’charrl very quickly felt embarrassed, scratching at his sides as he looked away from his father. Maybe his father didn’t need to know that, he was soon feeling a little alienated now that there was back to having nothing in common with what his father liked. “I-I-umm…it’s just the whole training to fight…it’s more important…” he mumbled before he sighed, giving his chest a quick rub, “I wouldn’t try to play the old ones here…I’m not that silly…” Following along after his father he rubbed his claws together, looking around elsewhere to see what else there was around in the museum. It was pretty interesting stuff that was in the museum for sure, he didn’t expect to see so many strange things around him. He didn’t know what a lot of these instruments were, they had all evolved into new things and these old designs had long gone extinct. He wondered what he would like if he was to take up one, his father being pretty correct in his words. Sighing a little, he looked to Haku when he made some suggestions on what he might be able to do to solve his little problem of having no actual hobby. “Uhh, Uuonoe? Everyone there has so many fingers…” he spoke, looking to his claws briefly. There was a lot he couldn’t do that they all could because of his anatomy not being the same, even if he tried using all his claws at the same time. He was particularly clumsy, even trying to hold several things in several arms had him stumbling around with great difficulty. “Making things? I might injure myself if I tried. That probably wouldn’t be too good. I can’t even work with others because they don’t like touching me and I moult all over the place…”

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“Hah! Not even our cooking could save those things!” Choi snorted, quite amused by their experience. He didn’t know how the other creatures on that planet ate those things so much, maybe they didn’t have any taste buds or something. Speaking of food, he did wonder what there would be in other places on this planet that wasn’t this city. He would think that the natives were a bit more traditional since there was no space ports nearby, like traditional little towns and villages that welcomed visitors as tourists rather than residents or maybe even shunned them. It was certainly an interest to him, probably not to Kai who was more interested in eating his food. “I heard a lot of their traditional food is fish-based too. All the fish on Kortal was reserved for the higher ups so we never got any fish in our meals”. While he wasn’t completely settled on where the pair of them were going to go to have their dream home the thought that Kabocha was starting to get on board with the idea somewhat amused him. “Heh! Really? You’d be quite happy to settle on Earth? I heard they had giant lizards, man. Is that not the coolest thing? Earth sounds like a crazy place with loads of variety, it’s cool”.

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Viral glanced to June, staring at her with a narrowed gaze as she started to turn the conversation on him instead. She was the one who asked, there definitely wasn’t anything she could do to help ease his pain even if she wanted to. He didn’t know why she was turning it on him, he didn’t get why both Yumi and June did that all the time. Just what was she supposed to do to help? There was nothing and that was how it was going to be. He put himself in this state by being careless, it was his burden to bear. Staring down at the water before looking to June, feeling the pressure really being laid on him. Just what was she expecting him to say? It was really starting to frustrate him, he didn’t even know how she was supposed to react to what he had to say other than vocalising how she didn’t know what to do. Growling lowly as he was only starting to get mad he soon closed his eyes, sighing in annoyance as he pushed the glass away from him. “I say there’s nothing you can do because there is really nothing. Of course I’m sore after battle! Unless I’m not supposed to be, but of course I would have flaws in my design! I’m an imperfect lifeform, after all. It’s just a little pain, but that’s okay; it’s not like I have my digestive track splayed out in front of me wondering how it is even possible to live through this! It doesn’t matter, it’s nothing. I’ll live and keep on functioning so it doesn’t matter if I’m feeling a little bit of pain…”

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T’charrl did wonder who would come to visit the collection, whether other clans wanting to see what theirs had to offer, maybe even royals from afar that were interested in sparking a relationship with his family, or maybe he’ll even find friends who were the same species as him. Or maybe not, he doubted he’d get any honest friendships from other Kaesstrians at his age. He grew up a nobody and the only way people would want to be his friend was if they wanted something in return, so he figured. “Oh, umm, maybe…or maybe have it being made even if there’s conflict! I mean, my people have endured so much so it would be nice if they could see interesting things like I have”, he spoke, smiling as he thought of their reactions. Maybe they would love it all, maybe they wouldn’t, but either way he was going to be pleased with his work. Blinking at the thought of people from other planets coming he looked to his father, frowning a little. It was probably a little too hazardous to have people from other planets around, seeing how delicate his planet was. Thinking about the idea briefly his father was quick to change the subject, his thoughts going towards some other ancient displays that they had in the place. “Instruments? I always wanted to learn how to play something…I-I mean, umm, as a way to fix my clumsiness”, he spoke, slowly raising his shoulders, “I would probably be bad, but it’s something that could be seen as a hobby, I guess…”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Instead of me forcing out exposition maybe y'all will like to post a reaction to what's being said? I'm having a bit of trouble throwing out a post of not much at all heh

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Choi was pretty excited for his food, he was fair hungry with the food they had to be careful about how much they ate when away. This food was cheap but it was good and he certainly liked it a whole lot, something to be inspired by. Maybe one of these days they could cook up a barbeque and have everyone over, cooking good food and having a generally good time together. His little dreams and fantasies was probably seen as childish and pathetic for Saiyan standards, but that was hardly his fault when he grew up with a sense of comradery with the other cooks and kept in slave-like conditions for most of his life. While fighting was still in his blood and all that he still liked to have fun and have friends. The whole freedom aspect is what got to him and at least his brother supported the idea too, even though Kai was a bit more reserved. Sitting here with his brother and Kabocha was pretty close to enjoying himself with friends, even though they had been together for over a year with very little moments like this. It was waiting to see if Kabocha was at least liking his food and not going to hate it that Choi was waiting for, holding a drumstick as he watched him pick at his food. It was almost in anticipation that he was waiting to see if he’d eat it and sure enough he eventually tried some, Choi smiling a little when the results were positive. “Oh great! You see? I said you wouldn’t be repulsed by it!” he laughed, eating his food finally, “This planet’s great for food…”

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Viral moved to rest his head on his paw, looking away from June. “I’m not hungry. Just concentrate on feeding Yumi and the rest of them…” he muttered, staring out the window. He didn’t much care to explain the reason why he wasn’t hungry, but he hadn’t been eating right for a while now anyway. Groaning when his suspicions were confirmed he slowly sat up. “As usual, I suppose. No point in assuming otherwise…” He hadn’t seen Aito for a while now, at least not for fair lengths of time like everybody else seemed to be receiving from him. He was starting to believe he was beginning to be forgotten about again, now that his own genetic breakdown had been solved. Like father, like son with Vegeta and Aito with probably the rest of Aito’s time being with his prodigy of a son and helping him with all his work. Continuing his staring out the window he was caught off-guard by June sitting right near him, staring at her cautiously as she took hold of his paw. Just as he thought, she was trying to nosey in on his condition that she had picked apart from his body language. Feeling pretty annoyed already he narrowed his gaze, groaning when she told him off before he could even talk. He couldn’t lie, but he also didn’t want her to try anything when there was obviously nothing she could do. “There’s nothing you can do meaning it doesn’t matter. I’d rather not talk to you about where it’s hurting either”, he spoke, knowing it was futile to even tell her about it, “I’m probably going to be fine tomorrow, so who cares”.

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T’charrl gave a little nod, sighing slightly. “It has been a long time in history…I mean, not many know about it so I guess I am kind of very scary just now”. He didn’t know how long it was going to take for people to get used to him either, especially when he was just on the scene as somebody who actually existed. Even his own people probably forgot they had a Prince, but that was his own fault for being such an outcast when he was young. Smiling when his father seemed pleased with the idea he gave a quick nod, knowing not to give away too many of his things. “Yes! I mean, umm, I would need somewhere to keep my stuff and maybe that would be a good place”, he nodded, feeling confident he was going to be able to find enough for the possibility of a museum. Rubbing his claws together in half anxiety and excitement he looked to Haku when he spoke up, nodding quickly. “Yeah! That would be good! Ohhh, it would also be good to get stuff from other planets and not just there…maybe we’ll all be able to go exploring and fighting and umm…well, maybe not fighting, but maybe also fighting if they need fights fought for them…oh, I hope I’m good at fighting by then…I mean, I know I shouldn’t be thinking about that stuff, but there’s a lot of conflict still out in the universe…”