DE Private - Space Pirate Zima Meets The Legendary Capper

"I'm in."

Capper was indeed in, as suggested by his l33t hacker voice. The Hoffersons, still stationed on the Brenchias while awaiting further orders, caught eye of a mysterious mothership on their recently claimed turf. And if there was one thing a saiyan didn't like, it was someone trespassing on their territory. So, investigation began before action, with little Capper at the front lines. He devised a foolproof plan to sneak into the ship and gather information about their foe before taking action. His low power level kept him hidden from scouters and ki senses, and his attuned skill in the world of technology allowed the boy to temporarily disable a few alarms to slip into the vents of the vessel. The tiny technician now wore blackened garbs and a bandanna around his mouth, ninja-style. The only illumination in the dark air conduct was his Scouter, lighting the boy's narrow path as he skittered through silently.

"Awesome...! What's the next part of the plan again?" Chire questioned through a comm on Capper's Scouter. Qhispering back as he stealthed through the ship, Capper would pause briefly to respond to his mother. "Dad's gonna back me up through our scouter call, and you can go, uh, knock on their door and say hi." Capper planned, peering out of the vent and into a nearby hallway. The saiyan weakling could make out weak, unidentifiable voices from afar, but that didn't stop his mother from chiming in after a moment of pondering...

"Can... Can I punch them?"

"N-not yet, mom!! Diplomacy first- we need information!"

"Aw, you're no fun. Whatever, I'm heading there now, boss!"

With that, the communication was cut off from Chire. Capper's father silently listened on from his channel on the scouter. They had nothing to worry about- so far Cap had only reported small powers from the soldiers, and a single, larger one in the deeper chamber of the vessel. Twenty thousand, Capper said. Sure, it was a thousand times stronger than his son, but with Chire nearby, they had nothing to worry about- Capper had this in the bag already. With a slight smirk, the father leaned back in his chair in the Aurora, the Hoffersons' distant ship and residence that floated high above Zima's mothership.

Crawling slowly to a stop in the vents, the little sneak would come to a stop in front of a barred opening that seemed to vent into a throne room...? Odd. Was this guy a lord or something, like that Retsu fellow Capper met ages ago? This would require further investigation. If he had his resources and allies, then more fights were perhaps to be had.

On a throne sat a burly and tall Arcosian. A saiyan's nemesis by default. The hidden engineer narrowed his eyes, turning off the light on his Scouter to stay hidden as the nameless Arcosian spoke of a red brenchian intruder to his underlings... An intruder? Someone else besides Capper had the idea of infiltrating this starship? A Brench-Seijin aptly named Red, Capper identified when the battered man walked in. He winced when he caught eye of his condition, empathizing with his fellow infiltrator. The Brenchias were under the protection of the Solar Empire now, and so were it's people. Capper hadn't heard of a single arcosian under his empire's banner, so this man had to be the REAL intruder when things whittled down to facts. As an officer of the Solar Empire, Capper was obliged to protect the people his superiors now ruled over. And that included this red-skinned "intruder."

'...Uh, h-hello!' A telepathic¹ voice would chime in Red's head alone as he was escorted away to a cell after being accused of theft. 'I'm Capper. Officer of the Solar Empire- y'know, the ones that just took over the Brenchias.' He stated, his eyes trailing the weaker alien before continuing. '...As a Brenchian under our protection, I am obligated to help you. Fill me in on who this Arcosian guy is, would you?' Capper suggested, slinking back into the shadows of the vent to avoid Zima's sight. 'Me and my family of soldiers can help you out. Just... Don't be a dummy.' He stated. If this Red guy cooperated with Capper, both of them could escape with their lives.

Chire came to a stop in front of the vessel's door while Capper slinked back into the shadows of the vents, hastily crawling away from the throne room. "...Huh." She paused, examining the ship. It would be a reeeeaal shame if someone like her just blew it up... But she couldn't do anything hasty while her son was in there. Raising a fist to the door, Chire would knock on it with a quick "Knock, Knock." She prompted, with the second knock much more powerful than the first. With a mighty flick of her wrist, the powerful saiyan mother sent the hatch flying off his hinges!

A few soldiers stood agape, watching as the smoke cleared. Chire strutted in, hands on her hips. "Alright, you punks." She stated, pointing a finger at the group. "I, Chire of the Solar Empire, have a word to speak with your big boss." She stated with a smile, though the soldiers still seemed apprehensive in the face of an opposing saiyan. With a roll of her eyes, she would continue before a rebuttal could be made. "Relax! I just wanna chat- we can have a cup of tea or something. I dunno." The female shrugged. If she had to buy time and negotiate while Capper stealthed about, then so be it.

Capper put a hand to his chin, flicking his Scouter back on as he got a response from Red. A changeling that wasn't allied with the Arcosian Empire? It was a little hard to believe, but not impossible. '...Alright. Good to know.' The boy responded back with his telepathy. 'I'm going to get you out of here before this big jerk does anything hasty. You can trust me.' Capper responded back, tapping his glowing Scouter while he maneuvered around in a vent beside Red as he was taken to his cell. The vent came to a halt outside of the prison cell on the ground, allowing Capper to finally get a good look at the beaten brenchian... 'Oh my stars. What did they do to you..?' He questioned, his tone shaking a little. Regardless of the response, Capper would unscrew the vent cover, moseying out of hiding. Shaking some dust off of himself with a few coughs, the boy would remove his bandanna and approach the cell, gripping the bars with his gloved hands, forcing a meek smile in an attempt to reassure the brenchian. "H-Hi. It's Capper."

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Chire, on the other side of the ship, would soon find herself face to face with the Arcosian commander of all the soldiers. Her eye twitched a little- it just had to be an Arcosian, didn't it? He said he had nothing to do with the Empire, but the sight of one of the lizard-folk made Chire sneer. Questioning what he or his men did wrong would result in a quick huff from the female, though she remained silent while Zima continued. He praised the saiyans and dissed his own Empire, oddly enough. Chire raised a brow. "...So you like the people that are super racist and violent to your own species? That's odd." She questioned, her tail lashing to and fro. "Buddy, we purge and take over entire planets. We fight wars. Not sure who told you we were nice, but they're wrong." A proud smile creeped across her face. "In fact, me and my husband just conquered the Brenchias- all in the name of the mighty Saiyan Solar Empire!" She stated, folding her arms.

"...And that brings me to my next point." Chire trailed on, eyes narrowing with hostility. "These planets are under the protection of the Solar Empire. We're in a heated war, so extreme caution has been taken to protect these worlds from further harm, under the careful watch of us Hofferson saiyans." Chire spoke with a dismissive wave and a slight growl. Folding her arms, she'd finally lay down the wall- Zima was far from earning the slightly racist and ferocious Chire's respect. "...How can I be sure you're not some spy for them with vile intent, trespassing on OUR turf?" She questioned, pointing a finger and pooking at the taller Arcosian's chest. "Look, bub. I'm not some pushover that'll folly to your preaching. I'm going to need to see some identification and records for you and your people." She spoke, walking around Zima to help herself to the ship. Sighing and putting her arms behind her back, the supremely powerful saiyan would state with a frown- "...Bringing a whole army into Solar territory? That seems threatening, no?" She shrugged. It was time to unravel the truthful mystery behind this apparent renegade arcosian. Though, she began to ponder how her short, stealthy son was faring...

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"Ghhhkkkk! Come on...!" Capper grunted, yanking on the bars that confined Red, while wearily glancing to and fro on watch for guards. Panting and taking a step back, he would shake his head. "It's no use... I-I can't open it!" The technician eyed a lock on the door, his eyes lighting up. "...Without a key." He said aloud, snapping his fingers. But who would have a key...? It could be any one of these lookalike soldiers! "Hey, do you know who has the key to this place?" The shortstack saiyan spoke, folding his arms with concerned confusion. "I'm gonna need it to get you outsies, y'know."

Chire raised a brow as Zima began his little rant about having no knowledge of the war going on. "Okay, I see, but--" She began after the man stated he was a renegade, and had no idea of the war going on...? Odd... Chire began to zone out as he continued on a monologuing spiel about his work and dead parents and peace and uniting the world under one banner with peace and love, yadda, yadda, yadda... Wait, what? The entire universe, under one banner? Chire tuned back into the conversation quickly, with piqued caution and curiosity. 

Something was awful fishy about all this.

Was this Arcosian who he said he was? Maybe it was just her racism, but Chire wasn't convinced.
"...I have an objection."

Chire put a hand to her chin, pushing aside the tea. "You say you don't know about the war..."

"But you are a space pirate- I trust you've been around the block. And you clearly know about the Arcosians and the Mazoku."

She explained, tapping on the pirate's identification papers. "Right after the Mazoku were founded, they declared war on us saiyans." The mother explained, her eyes drifting to Zima with a smirk. Capper got his smarts from Collard's side, sure, but even Chire had learned the importance of critical observance from her son. "...So if you know about the Mazoku Dominion, then you know about the war too, don't you?"

Chire claimed. The war had been the talk of the town as of late, and it was hard to believe someone wasn't aware of it. Especially with that wide-ranged broadcast from awhile ago from some Daria lady from the Arcosian Empire, straight from the warfront on Yardrat. "Xylo will NEVER make peace with us Saiyans. It's a simple fact. One of us will have to die to resolve this conflict- not some dumbass treaty." She prodded further. "I'm convinced you knew about the war. The attempted takeovers of Arcose, Yardrat, and the Brenchias here are common knowledge. It's all over the GALACTIC news!" She threw her arms up in frustrated emphasis. Capper had broadcasted over as many galactic channels as he could when they took over the Brenchias, asserting dominance over the people of the twin worlds. But it was time to keep pressing for information. "So... Case in point- what are you doing in the danger zone?"

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"Aw, crapbaskets." Capper mused, his eyelids drooping when he was caught in the act of trying to free Red. What to do, what to do...? If he could get a hold of one of those blasters, then... "Hey, how about we just talk this out and--" The boy pointed behind the soldiers, false shock coursing across his masked features. "OH MY STARS!! SOMEONE'S, uh, ESCAPING!!" Whether or not the men fell for his "made you look" trap, Capper would pull his pointed arm back, a strong yank of telekinetic energy attempting to pull away at one of the blasters the men held. "Sorry buddy, but I fought Xylo awhile ago, and lived, so.... You can't beat me." Capper would speak. If he successfully pulled away a blaster, the boy would point it at the group and charge up a blast of energy in it. If not, he'd reach into his utility belt for another gadget..

Ah, shit. Now Zima was crying. Fan-friggin-tastic. The man ranted on about death and loss and whatnot, causing Chire to snicker a little. She died herself once. There was no meaning to death in this world. The belief that a world could exist without war was a dellusioned ideal Chire wanted nothing to do with. She tapped her foot on the ground, a few golden flecks of ki flying around her form. "There's no such thing as a good war, bub." The female spoke, shaking her head after the man finished. "And there's no such thing as a world without war either." She narrowed her eyes. The tall arcosian showed her a picture of his son, though the hardened warrior's glare never faltered. "Deal with it. It's life. And I have no intention to kill yo--!"

Chire quickly caught eye of a red glow gather behind the picture, her mouth and eyes widening. Just as the beam was about to pierce her, the soldier let out a mighty yell, a golden aura flaring around her. The beam harmlessly disippated against her chest as her hair spiked up, turning the brilliant gold hue of a super saiyan! Emerald green eyes now locked right into Zima, staring into his very soul. Chire extended a hand forwards, grabbing the burning picture of Zima and Blizzar. Staring at the image of the two smiling Arcosians with some empathy, she would sigh as it burned away in her palm. The pirate's priorities were becoming clear now. "...So this is the real truth, then?!" 

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Capper leapt into the air as the men fired at him with their blasters, reaching to his belt and whipping out a grappling hook. Pointing the hook up, Capper promptly fired it, causing the grapple to tie around several pipes suspended above. Shooting upwards as the rope retracted, Capper would fire his blaster down at the soldiers, aiming at their feet and legs to hinder their footing and walking capabilities. After a few shots, the technician turned to the still caged Red, firing a blast of energy from the arm cannon at the bars, hopefully busting them open. Regardless of whether or not the guards were down and out, Capper would gesture for Red to follow, should the bars break.

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Chire grit her teeth, letting her aura pulsate and flare violently. "You... You really don't care a thing about your own damned son?!" She hissed, taking a few steps forward. For a moment, she had empathy for the Arcosian. That was gone now, replaced with vile hatred. "...Space Pirate Zima. You sicken me." Chire spat. But the Super Saiyan wasn't done yet though, no sirree. "You speak of wanting no wars, yet here you are, starting one." She smirked, a malevolent smile creeping across her form. Chire was sure of one thing now- she would enjoy killing this heartless, conniving scumbag. "Trifling with one of the mightiest soldiers of the Solar Empire, unprevoked..." The warrior explained with singsong eeriness before raising a fist, two bull skulls forming beside her. "...That sounds like a real fight to me!" The Hofferson proclaimed while letting energy gather in her family's signature Skull Blasters.

"Now, DIE--!!"

"MOM!"

Chire's eyes drifted to the side as Capper swung over with his grappling hook. Chire promptly caught her son in her arms while Capper began to rant. "THERE WAS THIS GUY IMPRISONED THAT THE ARCOSIAN GUY BEAT UP AND SAID STOLE BUT HES A BRENCHIAN AND I DON'T THINK HE STOLE AND WE SAIYANS PROTECT THE BRENCHIANS NOW SO I HELPED AND--" Chire put a finger to Capper's lips, shushing him. "Capper. Capper. Capper. Hakuna your tatas."

"So you imprison people now? People under OUR protection?" Chire spoke, nodding her head while her features twitched with anger. "Fascinating, don't you think? I wonder what our queen will think of this." She concluded, eyeing her son. Holding him close while crouching down, the female would begin to charge her Skull Blasters even further. "Capper? You might want to avert your eyes." She hissed, glaring at Zima with a wide smile and furrowed brows. "Mama's gonna take out the trash."

"...You're so cool, mom."

"I know."

Capper grabbed his mother's shirt tightly, tail curling around his form. That Arcosian looked a lot scarier up close... And how'd he get so tall?! Capper just HAD to learn his secrets! Chire merely snarled in response to the cowards wanting to talk things out. "You started this fight. And you WILL finish it." She snapped with teeth bared. Capper tilted his head, eyeing Zima. But the hypocritical Arcosian wasn't done yet- not by a longshot. She began to question the mother's parenting of all things, causing anger to bubble even further in the parent's heart. Capper's eyes widened. What was this guy talking about? Chire was the best mom ever!

Yet, he continued. Zima continued his hypocritical delusions of a war-less world, even insisting that he would be a better parent than Chire. Capper's fist clenched. He insisted that love cured all, that killing was pointless, and that Chire neglected tho give that to Capper. The technician closed his eyes tight, the Arcosian continuing while Chire put her finger on the figurative trigger.

Zima said that he shouldn't be in this war.
". . ."

When Zima fired a beam of energy at Capper, an enraged Chire was quick to block it with her forearm, raising her head high. Darkly chuckling while Zima flooded the ship with smoke, she'd briefly glance to Capper with concern. "...Mom?" The boy asked, his Scouter locking onto Zima's fleeing energy signature. "Yeah, Cappster?" She questioned. The engineer finally made eye contact with his mom, primal anger burning in his eyes. "...Can we kill him?"

Chire nodded silently, with Capper gesturing outside of the ship to chase after Zima's fleeing power level. Chire bolted through a wall of the vessel with Capper in her arms, the boy staring down the fleeing fool. The mother pointed her arm forwards, frowning. "You're a reeeaaal smart guy, Zima, but you made one fatal mistake." The mother proclaimed, flying in front of the tall Arcosian. A colossal Skull Blaster formed above her while Chire concluded her thoughts to Zima, for the very last time. "You messed with my family."

And with that, the mighty Skull Blaster's maw opened wide, firing a massive beam of golden ki at the pirate.
There was no doubt, no regret, in either of the Hoffersons' minds. He deserved to die, father or not.

So much for talking about the cycle of revenge when Zima was swearing revenge himself. With one final blast from the mighty skull, the Arcosian was no more. Chire lowered her arms, succumbing to a slouched stance as she panted, catching her breath. Okay, maybe that was a little too much overkill. Capper at the empty space where Zima once stood silently before letting out a sigh, shaking his head.

Capper was tired of being coddled and undermined, and Zima really crossed the line. But now he was dead. Sure, the boy was a weakling, but he was an officer under the command of General Vennel. He couldn't prove himself during the invasion of Earth a year ago, but perhaps now he could show the world that having a weak body didn't mean that useful and strong. Power level was bullshit, long story short. And Capper, Capper wouldn't let anyone impair him anymore. With the figurative blood of Zima stained on his hands, Capper would let out another sigh. He wish he didn't have to kill. He wanted a world without war, but that just wasn't possible.

Before Capper could say anything to his mother, the soldiers all ran towards the dynamic duo. Chire readied into a battle stance, only to drop it when they began to cheer and... Thank her? Wow. Apparently Zima had these guys enslaved as well! Hearing their joyous cries and hollers of freedom was... comforting. Perhaps what they did was really the right thing, just this once. Smiling, Capper would wrap his arms around his still shaking mother. "...I love you, mom." Chire's eyes briefly widened. Smiling softly, she'd hug her little dweeb right back. "I love you too, nerd."

"Gwwooooooorrr...." The bull skull behind Chire cooed, moseying it's muzzle between the mother and son. Right, they still had to figure out what to do with their new army! "Oh, it was nothing, trust me." Chire waved to the commander dismissively. "But you're welcome to fight with us anytime! I can't even begin to think of what it would be like serving that asshole for two decades." She spoke with a roll of her eyes and a quick chuckle from her son. Eyeing the ship, Chire would place her hands on her hips with a smile. Knowing they gave these people new hope and life, thanks to the death of just one... It filled Chire with hope. This was just the first of their victories in the face of the mighty Mazoku!