A Rouges Encounter (Zerori)

Snippar had already started to get bored. He hated the whole "Lay them on the table and measure them out to see who's is bigger" charade that the other Saiyan was playing. Snippar was almost to the point to where he was going to just get up and walk out but he knew damn well that someone would try and stop him and he'd have to fuck someone up. But he would always attempt to block the path and then take off like a bullet train and hope that not a single notion, yell, or idle chatter would catch up to him. However his desire and speculation over her enticed him, he was interested in her but he played the fool, and used a ruse to mask his intentions.

"Seriously Saiyan, either talk about something useful or tell me I can leave because I have better things to do than sit here and have a pissing contest with you." Snippar was not the type to deal with idiotic warriors. He hates when things drag out because he gets bored and tired. He looked around the wide area staring at the various trees and animals, trying to read and analyze them. Still leaning back against the grass, he closed his eyes and listened. He put his hands in his pockets and looked around for a coin. Snippar pulled the coin from his pocket and began to spend his time fooling around with the coin in a desperate attempt to keep himself sane and entertained due to the sheer boredom that this area was filled with.

Light brown hues eventually locked upon her physical while his lips started to ex-spell more words, with a bit inspiration of sorts, with an un canny attitude left reminiscent to the Saiyans of old who had honor and respect. ''To be honest, you don't have the strength to beat me, my scouter can pick that up perfectly fine. Don't every underestimate your opponent, just because i'm assuming does not mean I am underestimating. Their is always room for improvement...never the less since we meet again, it's a pleasure to see another like me, at the same time I am disappointed. I thought their would be more rouges like my self after the coup'de'grace with the government we started and the revolutionary war caused because of our selfish ideals. Never the less the past is the past, I am but a wanderer. You however do seem lost in every aspect not just one. If you like I can show you around? I am taking a break of training for one day haha~'' A smile grew upon his face, he was not arrogant like most saiyans, but at the same time he bore no pride either, it was both a good thing and a sin. 

Snippars took root while gazing at her, his head tilted to the side interested in her personality. His monkey like tail folded and wrapped around his waist in a cunning motion. He did not rely on his tail much, but it was indeed useful in combat situations. Walking up to her he smiled, he roused a position and scanned her by walking around her almost infatuated; Snippar felt she was not just a Saiyan, despite his pureblood persona and allegations. The young Saiyans stride moved quickly to catch up pace. Pointing out a tree of interest while they moved. Speaking in a gentle tone, his index finger pointed towards the tree's filled with various fruits. One tree being an apple tree; Rushing forward he quickly grabbed two and ran back in a relaxed pivot motion handing her one. Speaking his smile died down a bit.

''This planet they call Earth almost seems like a rogues salvation. However; These things they call apples, oranges, mangos, and plums are a good source of food. They're very sweet and delectable! You ought to try one, I feel you may enjoy it, and a few area's away their is a lake where you can bathe, fresh water and pretty clean. It comes from another source which I find remotely interesting to be honest.'' 

(Busy apologies its so short)

Taking his time he left to obtain Fire wood as soon, as she left to go get cleaned up. Placing the fire wood down amongst the dirt. The young Saiyan started to set it up in a peculiar motion. Standing the wood up, as if it were a three pillar tower of sorts. Energy consumed the tip of his index finger in KI. The KI was vibrant, and fresh with the beating life of immaculate energy. Such energy was shot out in an un-alarming rate to produce a spark. In which a flame was born by the act of creating through the friction of the small KI shot. This flame was beautiful, it enveloped the wood and stayed true to its posture, devouring the wood to keep its stability of life while producing warmth.

Once his job was done gathering the wood, his entity started to grill some wild cow, dinosaur and he mixed the fruits together for a fruit salad. Snippar was quite the culinary artist when he so desired to be. In doing this everything was set, but the meat would take a few to cook entirely. Sitting up from his kneeling position; Snippar Sol ventured to the area with fresh water. The lake was beautiful, he took in the air that submerged the skies right before looking over to the side without a care into the world gazing at the female Saiyan bathing. This state lasted for the sum total of sixty seconds. Once logic entered his brain capacity, Snippar blushed uncontrollably while pointing. His lips moved in a fidget of sorts, while nothing but "Wow" escaped his entity before he fainted near the lake.

Snippar Sol's eyes were going into an animated swirly motion, for he was in a deep daze of embarrassment. He caught her bathing, and gazed at her luxurious figure. He could not deny she was attractive, and he could not deny he was attracted to her. By not only her beautiful figure, but her personality as well. Snippar would remain in the days just spilling out three words in total. His body twitching as he fainted seemingly entraped in a harem of sorts. "Wow....she's beautiful."

There is a faith that everyone keeps, within themselves for one reason or another. Whether it revolves around some deity or ideal is no matter, it is a level of faith and a determination within that faith that creates the baseline of what a person is and is not. It can come from any form, thought, idea, emotion, doctrine. Any realm of existence but it is as always at the core of the individual. How it influences them, their actions, their intentions. The drive they carry in order to go to sleep every night with an intention of waking up the next morning to continue onward in whatever capacity they have secured in that faith within themselves to do so. Snippar Sol contemplated on this while he arose after the woeful slap he obtained from the young Saiyan Female. Rising up he shook his head. Snippar felt each poke that was given to him, he was just in thought process about growing stronger than that female android. He never felt this before, eager for more power to best a lawn mower that had the arrogance of Poseidon on his period. Never the less Snippar grew out of the haze and yawned, a smile took root appearing as if he did not see anything. Now coming to standing position he walked towards her with his hand placed against his hip. A tilting motion occurred with his head while he motioned her to continue with his hand, speaking lightly still calm and collected.

''I cooked that food for you, and got the necessary nutrition that this planet provides. Both sweet, spicy, even bland. I figured this would appease that Saiyan appetite you have. I on the other hand will be going to bathe, unlike you I don't welcome peaking of sorts, so be mindful. If you do decide to look, be more obscure about it so I don't sense you or see you watching. Despite all of this, I just want to say...it's nice wandering with someone besides myself for once, I feel not so crude to the situation at hand or blinded by an uncaring ignorance, it feels nice per-say.'' Once his lips ceased movement, and his soft serene voice stopped. Snippar Sol walked away in a humble gesture, keeping his eyes on the lake to relax from and get cleaned from the dirt caused today by that annoying android. Her words still railed him up, was it because he was a Saiyan who lacked the pride of one? Or was it because the power he did not have? Either was it irritated him beyond compare, his sharp canine bit down onto the side of his lower lip. In a thinking gesture while he walked, a cut was born causing crimson to drip down the side of his chin on to the grass. It was not doubt his blood.

Snippar Sol now here at the destination removed his armoring and exposed his body. His all around his body bore scars of old. Some deep, some thin, some clean, some more visible. These scars were either caused by the Saiyan revolt with Avalanche the rebel organization. Or from him and his personal training that were trials done by combat over the years. Either way his now naked physical showed each wrong inflected upon his body, each bearing a painful memory of sorts, perhaps a trial accomplished. The young Saiyan eased down into the waters surface and gradually became aware of how cold it was. Tying his hair in a neat ponytail, exposed the more dominate features of his face which bore only a cross shaped scar on his cheek. Diving into the pool of fresh water, the lake had such life. Vibrant in rich relaxation of pleasure that eased the skin and bones from a rough day of training and traveling. Snippar felt at ease while the crisp fresh water washed away his Sins, even if it were only for a moment. Now standing up after the dive forged from his embodiment, Snippar Sol relaxed against the side of the lake looking up as the sky grew dark and the stars began to emerge telling a story of the galaxy in the bay of Night.

Snippar smiled, but was still troubled by a lot. He desired to be a super saiyan and it ached him he was no where close. How much farther did he have to push. After see Athren admit that power in the city, and the bio android Reikiko fight and or kill him. The young Saiyan detested being so weak, he was not helpless he just did not have the current power level to take her out. Even if Athren was so called evil, he just could not shake off the fact of how many Saiyans must die for someone to prove they are right. Snippar was no saint and even he killed his own to preserve peace, but it was more subjugation than a choice. After all he followed the path of least bloodshed, intertwining it with the system of justice. Speaking lowly in agrowl he crashed at the water in agony. ''Just because you have power, does it make you right! What values does one have when all they do is cause destruction? How many more Saiyans need to die in order for the galaxy to change? Even as rogue I still see it, I still feel like its the revolution all over again. When we rebelled against the Saiyan Empire due to their unlawful system. How much more bloodshed will it take for peace to be obtained when those who hold power cannot, and will not listen to words let alone build foundation while sitting in a room together.'' His hand gestured to his forehead while he let out a sigh of depression. Emotions kicked in like a wave the lunar eclipse brought, Snippar for once was tired of wandering and tired of fighting. Perhaps he would pick a side who had the same mentality of justice and cause. 

The water was getting quite cool and cold; Snippar Sol's thoughts came to an ending current while he arose from the waters surface and continued to press forward. In a colliding gesture, entertainment consumed his rational way of thinking, next thing one would know a smile loomed over his face. Laying his hands against the concept of the edges that kept the pool of water dormant. Rising out of the water, his body dripped of the cold fallacious element, charging up his energy that crimson hue was released to dry his entity off by releasing heat through energy. Snippar was certainly more warmer if anything, after releasing small ounces of prowess for something useful as to ''Drying'' one off. Once his crimson shaded flame of an aura died down, he started to put back on his attire. A different set of cloths but staying true to it as a whole; It was his former Saiyan Armor he wore on planet Vegeta during the chaotic Rebellion. Keeping his strands of hair tied in a ponytail, Snippar made his way back to the camp Sight.

Speaking to himself he was a bit loud, but he avoided the masses knowing his thoughts that might've been stationed in this iconic forest of sorts. ''I do feel more relaxed now, it feels as if I'm getting used to this weighted clothing. Although it restricts my movements quite a bit, i'm starting to catch up in in power base because of it. I can feel my power growing stronger, so eleven thousand was not my limit? I wonder how much more strength I can obtain.'' Snippar Sol finally obtained his destination the moment his words ceased to exist. With a calm collected gesture, this Saiyan male folded up his clothing and put it in his bag so that later he may wash them accordingly. His head tilted in a relaxing gesture while his Irises gazed upon her, a smile escaped briefly while contemplation took root, but a blush formed during the process. Snipaar felt the heat in his cheeks and the crimson color emerging. Doing his best to relax; Snippar Sol looked away quickly.

Could it be he felt affection for this female? What the Earthlings call ''Love at first Sight.'' The young Saiyan thought it was quite ridiculous in that sense, but he just pushed his emotions aside and focused on what was in the now. Speaking to her in a kind mannered tone that felt safe yet conflicted, he released his thoughts. ''I hope the food was to your liking, I gathered the materials before I met you in town today, normally I only eat when I have to, and I waste food on a daily basis. So perhaps you enjoyed it haha!.''  

This epic could be deemed the title of the Darkness, or simply noted as Evil. Normally people of the past fear the term ''Evil.'' But here in the present they cling towards their sinful desires, the wants over needs. With such display, few may turn into the exact Evil Incarnate that most fear in actuality. An evil incarnate may take the shape of any object or creature, most would refer to them as demons or simply beings that have fallen from grace. They hold other worldly power and can offer many things in exchange for something they see of equal value. The classic qualities of Equivalent Exchange. One may offer a soul for power, strength, a loved one revived, or other pleasures that cause satisfaction. In any case the Evil Incarnation within every story wants something of interest be it devil or demon, they desire a soul. Something to replace the vast void they have obtained. Like cash to a crop, even hell runs on money.

A soul can grant many things depending on what type of incarnate you are dealing with. Depends on pure faction of the myth itself. With respect a Evil Incarnate creates desires in one's head to take what it wants, even if that bidder gains his wish in exchange for his or her soul. They may end up with something horrid or something not entirely theirs anymore. Funny thing is, an evil incarnate lacks the omnipotent energies of a god. A god has the power to grant anything with the art of creation. An evil incarnate lacks the ability to rival a god or have the substance like power to engrave in any desire needed. Did perhaps Snippar Sol think of this girl as evil? Not one bit, but he thought her aura as an arrogant potent of evil. His head shook at her remarks while he began to change cloths again, not caring if she saw since he was more acute and dry. Snippar Sol removed the attire exposing his well built frame, his scars that covered his body were testaments to how many opponents he faced during the war, rather during the revolution upon planet Vegeta. The Makyo Star had shown it's magnificent crimson hue over his immaculate sculptured body. Despite the woeful markings of old, his tannish skin was well performed, manicured and soft, even if his build was in the countless battles of the past. Putting on his new set of clothing he spoke to her in a gentle tone.

Of small, slender build and with a youthful, feminine visage, Snippar Sol cuts quite a different figure than would be expected of the a highly respected rogue of the profound Saiyan lineage, and his appearance belies his seven-teen years of age, making him look roughly ten years younger, but he is easily recognized by his infamous distinguishing features; crow black hair tied in a relaxing ponytail, a cross shaped scar that is one of the most dominant features upon his cheek, and finally his light brown hue's that show purity in beauty even when most durable lights shine off the surface. Like the Makyo's Star rays of light. Dressing simply, wearing a plain men's kimono of cheap, worn cloth with a black umanori hakama, zori and blue tabi, manifesting the avalanche crest on the upper back of the said cloth. Soft-spoken, serene and humble, Snippar Sol's usual demeanor suits his effeminate appearance perfectly.

Never the less now sitting back his tailed waved in an obscure motion while words came out to beseech and quell her. ''Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've been in more harsher battles than your cunning gesture provides. Never the less, it is quite woeful of you you preach and almost pounce like that. If you find me suitable as a mate, you can always snatch me, and or keep me to yourself. I would not mind, but it is entirely up to you. I could show you bliss and much more pleasure beneath the night skies, even this beautiful one we have tonight. Yet I think it's more proper to get close, before that makeshift night happens. I am interested though.'' A smile exposed from his facial expressions while he started to clean up the dishes and more, putting them away neatly.