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Post by Natto on Jul 21, 2015 2:59:13 GMT
[Thread Power Level: 82.444] [Heavy Weights On. Current PL: 20.611]Natto was at the computer nearby the healing chamber, with the kagami named Nabana, responsible for that specific medical room, while Tomoroko healed back at the medical machine. The both of them were searching through the records of her mission registry, and what they found out was quite interesting. First and foremost he found out that she was born from a low-class background. Oddly enough, there was no record about the father, only the mother, with her address and all. He also found out that she had been sent to a planet called Garea at the age of three, to conquer it and was successful, taking her only two years to accomplish her first mission. ”Wow! That’s impressive… I took me nearly eight years to conquer Felucia… And I did that due to transforming by accident…” he sighed, as he kept on checking the records.
After that she got back to the planet and was assigned to a low-class team composed of another three saiyans, named Okono, Haku and Komatsu. They grew quickly and in about ten years they were promoted to middle-class, the same rank Natto was born on. Then she was sent into the last mission, on the planet that would be responsible for the death of her comrades. That was pretty much all he could dig into.
The young saiyan would remain in front of the computer, trying to find out about more things in vain, while the healing chamber would finish its treatment. Right in front of the healing pod there was a brand new battle suit, jumpsuit and scouter, for Tomoroko, that Natto made the kagami Nabana provide, much to his displeasure, as he hated to be made a delivery boy, but he had no choice, since Natto wouldn’t take no for answer. ”I think that’s pretty much everything… Couldn’t get her mother’s name though… They don’t keep much record on the lower class warriors… That’s a real shame… I could really use some more information…” he sighed, as he reached the registries limits.
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 21, 2015 15:43:54 GMT
[Thread PL: 12,145]
The next time that Tomoroko opened her eyes, she was once more in the healing pod provided by Natto and his friend. It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust to the sudden bright light that was shining outside the pod, but once she felt really awake, she extended her hand and pushed the internal button to drain the water. It felt like it took the substance forever to drain from the tank, but finally, the glass door opened allowing her to get out. She unhooked the oxygen mask, gently placing it aside before stepping out into the fresh air. She took a deep breath as if she hadn't been able to take any at all while she healed and looked around.
It was easy to spot Natto working away at the nearby computer. She could only assume he was doing as she had suggested earlier and searching through the registry for where she exactly came from and if she had somewhere to go to. In front of the pod however, lay new under armor and the armor itself, as well as a scouter. She smiled brightly at the sight of them and stepped forward to pick them up. At least the under armor was the right color! She really couldn't complain though, as it seemed Natto really went out of his way to make sure she was well taken care of.
Looking around once more, she found a private room where she would be able to dry off and change into the new attire. She silently slipped away to change, getting out of her old worn under armor she tossed it in the trash before slipping on the new one. She then slipped into the new armor with relative ease, stretching her arms, legs and tail out to make sure it didn't hinder her movements, and then she put on the new scouter, testing it out and staring at the number in awe. It seemed that Natto's power level had gone way way up since they had fought! Was it maybe because he wasn't wearing his weighted armor? Or had he really just gotten that strong? She didn't feel all that different herself, and couldn't help but feel slightly irritated with herself.
With a sigh, she stepped out of the room she had used to change and headed over towards Natto, who was still working hard at the computer.
"Hey Natto. Thanks for getting all of this for me. You really didn't have to do that... oh and did you find anything?"
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Word Count: 425
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Post by Natto on Jul 21, 2015 18:21:57 GMT
Even though Natto’s power level had increased again, when Tomoroko saw him he was wearing the very same battle suit that he wore when they were training. It was still even dirty due to the training session they had earlier. He was too distracted that he didn’t even notice Tomoroko approaching until she spoke to him, thanking him for getting all that stuff and mentioning that he didn’t have to, but immediately changed the subject to the main thing: her past mission registry. The young saiyan looked at her, seeing her all dressed up nicely, with her scouter and all and opened a large smile. – You look great! – he complimented her, chuckling. ”I’m glad she looks okay!” he thought to himself, before sighing.
Getting to the main point, his expression got a little more serious. – Well… This is all I could find out: You were born a low class warrior and there’s no record of your father… There’s just a mention that you mother was also a low class warrior and her address, but there’s no name, since the address is related to your registry… - he paused, looking into her eyes. – Thirteen years ago you were sent to conquer a planet named Garea, which you did in only a couple years, which is quite impressive… I myself needed eight years to conquer my first planet… - there was some sadness in his tone when he spoke about conquering his first planet, and he let a small sigh out, but proceeded soon enough. – Following that, you were designated to a platoon of low-class warriors, whose leader was a saiyan named Okono. There was also two other saiyans on the platoon named Haku and Komatsu, but there isn’t much info on the, since the empire don’t keep such a detailed record of the lower class warriors… - he said, pausing again, to let her digest the information. – There’s no record of their deaths, but since you seemed to came back from that last mission, they may have died there… On the other hand, your mother seems to be alive. – he informed. Natto was looking into her eyes, waiting for her reaction.
One thing was certain: with those information they at least had a lead on her background, and her mother was someone they could look for without many apparent complications. Word Count: 392 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 21, 2015 19:30:07 GMT
"Oh uh... thanks..."
She said lightly, clearing her throat and looking away from Natto towards the computer as he complimented how she looked. Just being back in regular gear felt nice... it felt normal. Whenever Natto began to give her a history lesson on her own past, she furrowed her eyebrows, crossing her arms and closing her eyes, as if she was trying to picture just what Natto was telling her.
"I could swear I was at least mid class..."
She mumbled, frustrated that she had gotten that wrong. Then again, Natto did mention that her power could be nearly on par with an elite... maybe she and her team had eventually rose up the ranks?? Or maybe that was the plan with their last mission. Whenever Natto began to mention her team however, she felt a tightness in her chest and an unimaginable amount of emotional pain coursed through her body. She didn't remember what happened, but the names... they brought back images, faint ghostly ones of her team. She opened her eyes, a slightly distressed look behind them as she attempted to make sense of everything.
"There's probably no record... because I haven't exactly reported in yet... no one knows that they're dead... "
She sighed as she uncrossed her arms, bringing one to rub the back of her head uncertainly, as if massaging her head would force the memories to come back.
"But I guess... If my mother's still around she would be a good place to start... I don't know if it'll help restore any of my memories but at least I can get some sort of story down. You don't have to come with me if you don't want to."
Finally, she was going to start making some sense of her life. Knowing of her history, might replace the empty hole her lost memory left inside of her. As for Natto, she did want him to come along, however she knew this was more of a personal matter and it might not be something that interested him whatsoever.
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Post by Natto on Jul 21, 2015 19:54:16 GMT
[Heavy Weights Off. Current PL: 82.444]When she mentioned that she thought that she was at least mid-class, Natto took a quick look at the screen of the computer, as if he was checking something there and then nodded. – Your platoon was actually promoted to mid-class just before the last recorded mission… - he mentioned, confirming that she had indeed rose through the ranks of the saiyan army. Following that, she made a good point. Since she had no scouter on when she came back from the planet, she couldn’t possibly send the record by the device and, ever since she came back, she wasn’t in a condition to report anything, which made sense. After saying that she sighed and uncrossed her arms, rubbing the back of her head with a rather thoughtful and frustrated expression on her face, that made Natto sigh, feeling really bad for her.
He nodded when she said that her mother would be a good starting point. Restoring her memories or not, she could at least learn something about herself. When she said that Natto didn’t have to go with her, he shook his head, opening a subtle smile on his face. – I would never let you face that alone… As I said before, I’m at your side and I’ll be at your side for as long as you need me to be… I want to! – he blushed slightly when he said that, and his sincere smile widened.
Following that, he got up and walked towards Nabana, taking off his weighted battle suit. The moment he did that, Tomoroko’s scouter would go crazy and skyrocket to read Natto’s power level as 82.444, which was really absurd. He did that in order to rest his body, since he didn’t go into a healing chamber and he had been training non-stop for the past weeks. He also did that due to caution. He didn’t know what kind of person her mother was, and most saiyans weren’t really kind to their own kin. He hoped that, if she was a jerk, his power level would at least compel her to act nicer towards Tomoroko, who wasn’t at her strongest emotional state. Natto was now wearing only his jumpsuit’s legs, boots and gloves, but quickly grabbed a top t-shirt styled black jumpsuit.
– We can go anytime you want! – he told Tomoroko before looking at Nabana. – Please, send my battle suit to my dorm. – he said, to which the kagami sorely nodded. Word Count: 413
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 21, 2015 20:49:09 GMT
"Oh! Awesome! So we were really moving up... "
She said, bewildered that he had found that out so fast. She wondered what would happen when she reported their last mission a failure though... it was more than likely possible to drop down from your current class just like it was possible to rise. The thought of that made her nervous, she didn't want to throw all their hard work out of the window... even in defeat would her team really want her to just throw everything away? As much as the thought bothered her, she pushed the thought out of her mind for the time being, they had other things to attend to.
"And I've got to stop saying thank you... people might start thinking im really weak. Ha-ha... alright then! Let's get this started!"
She stated enthusiastically, really grateful that he would stay by her side through all of this. It would be really strange approaching some random woman and calling her mother. She wondered what she was like, if she was like her at all, or if she was more of a brutish saiyan like the rest of their race tended to be. And what about her father, why wasn't he listed? Was he dead?
Her train of thought was cut short as her scouter beeped and a warning flashed. The power level indicated on the scouter began to sky rocket, jumping by tens until it approached it's mark, which was well above 80,000. She stared into the scouter completely bewildered, turning her head to look at Natto as he took off his training armour. Her mouth was slightly open in awe as she looked at the number. This was insane! Was anyone really this strong? She couldn't remember seeing anything like this, nor remember the feeling it induced in her.
"So that's the power of a super elite... wow..."
She whispered under her breath, suddenly biting her lip hoping that Natto didn't hear her exclamation. Why would someone this strong offer to help someone as weak as her... as kind as Natto was it didn't make sense...
"You're incredible you know that..?"
She asked of him as she quickly thanked the Kagami for everything he had done, then hurried out of the building and took to the skies. She turned around when she was high enough and waited for Natto to emerge as well.
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Post by Natto on Jul 22, 2015 2:16:11 GMT
Natto laughed when she mentioned the fact that she should stop saying thank you. She was a really cute girl, and Natto didn’t feel like it made her seems weak at all, but he also agreed that she shouldn’t thank him all the time. – Well… I don’t see how it makes you seem weak, but you don’t have to thank me all the time… It’s a pleasure to help you, Tomo! – he said, with his gentle smile. Other than that, Natto didn’t notice Tomoroko’s reaction when he took of his weighted battle suit, but he heard when she said that he was incredible, which made him blush so much, that his face became red as tomato, making him gaze away, and scratch the back of his head.
– H-hey… Y-you are the incredible one… I… Well, nevermind! – he didn’t seem to want to speak anything else, as he was feeling very embarrassed by her compliment. He was, however, smiling, and feeling his stomach filled with butterflies. ”Please, stop making a fool out of yourself!” he sighed, thinking to himself. Before he could notice, Tomoroko was already flying and he couldn’t waste any time. With an incredible dash, he flares his ghostly-white ki aura and flew towards her, getting to her side in less than a blink of an eye. When he got closed to her, he nodded, saying that they could move towards her mother’s place.
As they flew beside each other, Natto spoke. – Hey, Tomo… Are you feeling alright? – he asked, showing concern in his voice, after all, she was about to “meet” her own mother, that she had no memory of. It seemed rather tough, and he wanted to make sure that she was hanging in there. ”What sort of person is her mother? I hope she is nothing like my mother was…” he sighed with his own memory. Word Count: 316 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 22, 2015 15:17:47 GMT
Her face was beat red when Natto over heard her comment. When he started to try and answer it was when she basically bolted out the door as if wanting to avoid that whole conversation. She wasn’t sure why she felt the way she did about Natto, and she wasn’t sure what exactly it was she was feeling at all. It scared her that she felt as attached to him as she did… something deep down kept telling her to be careful.
She was happy for the break from conversation the flight provided, simply enjoying the feel of the wind pushing through her hair. Even the lack of adrenaline was a nice change, she felt like she had been on constant edge for weeks. When Natto spoke next and broke the silence, she looked over with a sense of calm actually washed over her face. She smiled faintly and nodded.
“Suprisingly… yeah I feel fine… I mean, sure it’s kind of nerve racking to be meeting this woman for what will feel like my first time… I know nothing about her and don’t know what to expect but, no matter what happens I’m going to leave from this experience knowing a little bit more about my past. I don’t know if she’ll be like me, or like your average brute headed saiyan but I don’t think it really matters all that much… judging by what you pulled up on my file, I haven’t been around very much to create much of a bond with her.”
She stated as her smile remained on her face. Whatever happened when they landed, she would take in stride.
Whenever they approached the area where her mother apparently lived, they spotted a few small houses scattered amongst bigger apartment like complexes. She landed once they reached the outskirts of the small town and looked around. To say the place was dirty was an understatement. You could definitely tell that the lowest of the low lived here and it sent chills down her spine. Why was it that just because someone’s power level was weaker, they were forced to live like this?
It wasn’t quiet by any means either, you could hear the sounds of fist fights nearby, people yelling and cheering for whatever brawl was going on. In the streets there were only a few saiyan children running around, playing some crude form of tag where they would blast at one another and hunt each other.
“Not quite what I was expecting… Do you still have that address, Natto?”
Tomoroko asked, glancing back to the older saiyan while trying to keep a straight face, and keep her smile up on her lips.
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Post by Natto on Jul 22, 2015 16:06:39 GMT
Tomoroko said that she was fine, which gave Natto some peace of mind, making him sighs discretely. ”Phew…”. Indeed, it was nerve wrecking to meet someone you had no clear picture of how she would be, knowing nothing about her, but it was necessary to find out more about her past. There was also this uncertain ground as to whether her mother was like the average saiyan or the rarest kind type of saiyan that Natto and Tomoroko were. But she mentioned that it didn’t actually mattered, since she had not been around much to create a bond, to which Natto nodded empathically . – I can relate to that… Truth be told, my parents left me on the incubator and as soon as I was mature enough I was sent abroad… Well… That’s just how things works! – he said, chuckling a little bit to lighten the mood.
When they approached the area, Natto wasn’t surprised, as he had been living in Planet Vegeta for about a year now. He knew about the terrible quarters destined to those lower class warriors, as they were nothing more than cannon fodder for the army. He sighed with that unpleasant sight, but didn’t say a word. Nothing he said could make it look better. The place was not only dirty, but also noisy and violent, as a lot of people were screaming and fighting. As they landed, Natto flared his ghostly-white ki aura, charging his power level to its maximum potential, making a scared silence to take place for a while, as some most of the adults that had a scouter freaked out with such a high power level, moving away from the area. He did that in order to allow them to have some more privacy in their search. The kids didn’t seem to bother, though, as they couldn’t realize that two elite tiers warriors had just arrived.
Tomo was smiling, but her smile seemed rather odd, making one of Natto’s brows to arch. – It is that way… And yeah… This place is a mess! It’s a shame any saiyan has to live in such a condition… - he said, with a little sadness on his tone, as he walked towards the address. Compared to this, his small dorm room at the capital as a quite luxurious place to live at. Word Count: 391 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 22, 2015 18:39:04 GMT
“Yeah… but no wonder so many of us try to take on jobs that are too difficult for us… even getting bumped to mid-class would be better than living here…”
She grumbled before following Natto towards the home he was indicating. It didn’t take them very long to reach it seeing as Tomo was now hell bent on reaching the home and not look at anything else. The home that they reached seemed to be better tended to than most, the only house in the area with no smashed windows or a caved in/damaged roof.
“At least this looks somewhat promising...”
The young girl thought to herself, hesitantly looking back to Natto and taking a deep breath before walking up to the door and knocking loudly. The ensuing crash from inside the tiny house caused Tomo to fidget before she could announce who she was.
“Didn’t I tell you to get the hell lost!?”
A voice from inside the house cried out as stomping could be heard heading towards the door. As soon as the door swung open, an older woman with short reddish hair (much like Tomo’s) and red eyes stood there with one hand extended in front of her. A blue ball of energy was formed there, ready to blast whomever was at the door in the face. The ball came within inches of Tomo’s face but before the woman could let it fly, she took a step back and extinguished the energy.
“Tomo!? You should of announced yourself… Why are you so quiet?”
She asked her, sighing slightly at the thought of having nearly blasted her daughter in the face. She took a step outside her door and peered around the ‘street’ as if looking for someone. She grumbled a few things under her breath before stepping back inside, keeping the door open for Tomo. That’s when her eyes landed on Natto. Her eyes narrowed on the man for a moment before she glanced back to her daughter.
“Who is this exactly?”
She asked suspisciously, though made no move to stop him from entering after her daughter. With her good for nothing partner, she was safely cautious of any male that approached her or Tomoroko.
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Post by Natto on Jul 22, 2015 19:17:08 GMT
Natto nodded when she spoke about the carve of the lower classes to rise through the ranks of the Saiyan Empire. Being middle class was quite regular, as most of the saiyans were on that rank. They made up most of the regulars of the army and were a quite reliable force, with power levels varying from the early 3.000’s up until around 10.000’s, where a saiyan would reach the rank of an elite, like Tomoroko, who had already reached an elite power level, as it raised to 12.145, which was quite an amazing feat for just one training session.
As they approached, Tomo’s mother’s house seemed better than most, and it didn’t surprise Natto, since his scouter beeped, informing that power level of the person inside was over 2.000, which made her a top tier among the lower classes. ”Quite a high power level considering the average power level of this town… Which is… About one thousand…” he thought to himself, before answering. – Indeed… The power level of the person inside is almost twice the average here… - he mentioned, as they got to the door of the house. Tomoroko knocked it and Natto just stood there, waiting. In response to that a cry from the inside of the house could be heard, followed by stomps. ”Wow! Seemes like the average saiyan!” he startled, as he took a small step back.
The door was opened in a burst, and an older saiyan woman appeared, resembling Tomoroko in a lot of ways, being impossible not to see that they were indeed related. The woman, however, opened the door with a ki blast ready to be fired, straight at Tomoroko’s face, which made Natto immediately assume his fighting stance. He was about to rush at the woman to stop her ki blast, when she realized that she was in front of her daughter, taking a back step and extinguishing the ki blast, as she seemed rather surprised by the visit of the girl.
She said that Tomoroko should have announced herself, and inquired on why she was so quiet, confusing Natto even further. ”Now she seems… Concerned?! Is she like Tomo? I’m quite confused now…” he thought to himself, scratching the top of his head as he made a thoughtful expression. Following that she stepped back inside, leaving the door opened for Tomoroko, but then her eyes reached Natto and she glared at him, making his eyes widen in a quite an embarrassed expression. She asked Tomo who Natto was and had a rather suspicious tone on her voice. Natto immediately took a step forward.
– I’m sorry for not introducing myself earlier, ma’am. I’m Natto… I’m an elite warrior of the Saiyan Empire! Nice to meet you! – he blushed a bit, as he tried his best to be polite and gentle, but his manners weren’t the most polished ones, since he hadn’t been at civilization for long, and on top of that, the saiyans weren’t any aces on etiquette to begin with. He waited for her answer before getting inside the house, as he didn’t know if it was a good thing. ”Maybe they have things to talk about on their own…” he thought to himself with his puzzled and embarrassed expression. Word Count: 543 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 22, 2015 20:11:10 GMT
“An elite hunh? Looks like my daughter’s doing pretty good for herself then! “
Tomo’s mother teased the young man with a smirk, ushering him inside and closing the door behind him. With a content sigh that the one at the door was in fact Tomoroko and not the young girls father she finally turned to face the pair. She looked between one and the other, silently bubbling with excitement. If Natto was an elite warrior then it could mean 1 of 2 things. Her daughter had found a higher class saiyan to settle with or, she herself had done what they couldn’t and become an elite herself! She had so many questions for the girl, but once she caught sight of her daughters face she paused.
“You weren’t due back for another week from your job. Everything alright kid?”
She asked Tomo who finally made a move to speak. She had just stood surprised when the woman who would be her mother nearly attacked her, and then robotically stepped into the house when ushered in. Now that it was her turn to talk, she took in a deep breath before speaking.
“Physically, yeah everything is fine… The problem is… well… something happened to me when I was on that job… to my team really… they uhm…. The others are all dead and I… I don’t know, they did something to my head and now I can’t remember a thing since before I crashed back on Vegeta… I was hoping that maybe you would be able to help fill in some blanks…”
she wasn’t sure why she was suddenly feeling nervous, she had told herself the entire way here that everything would be fine, that no matter the outcome she would leave with a little more of herself. Now that she stood in front of her mother however she felt completely uncertain about every thing .
Tomo’s mother stared at her daughter with a raised eyebrow as she listened to her broken up story. It was short and to the point, which made sense if she had no memories at all of everything before she got back.
“Okay… So you’re telling me you don’t remember anything at all? But you were able to come home? And what about you Mr. Elite? How did you come across Tomoroko… Sorry but this is kind of a hard pill for me to swallow… Tell me what happened since you got back, then we’ll talk about whatever it is you need to know Tomo.”
She looked towards Tomoroko for answers on the situation, however the young girl glanced over to Natto for help. All she had to go off of was what Natto had told her and the very few memories she had left.
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Post by Natto on Jul 22, 2015 20:34:24 GMT
Natto blushed violently when her mother spoke and smirked, as he got completely embarrassed, gazing away to stare at the ground scratching the back of his head more intensely and faster, as she closed the door behind him. His stomach was filled with butterflies and a shiver came running down his spine with the sole thought of what her mother suggested. He gulped too, as he was feeling rather confused about his own opinion on the subject, were it to be true. Luckily for him and his embarrassment, she turned her attention to Tomoroko, asking about the mission. ”So it was about to last at least one more week?” he took notice on his mind, folding his arms as he listened to what they were saying to each other.
Tomoroko explained the little she knew, making a little sadness to sting into Natto’s heart, as he sighed, feeling really bad for that situation. ”To lose one’s memory… That’s really bad… I can’t even put myself to walk into her shoes…” he thought to himself. Tomo’s mother, on the other hand, seemed rather puzzled by that, as she raised an eyebrow and questioned Natto, who cleared his throat before speaking.
– Well… I was training by the eastern part of the central wasteland, near an oasis… Which is one of my favored training spots, when Tomoroko’s spacepod landed on the water source. The pod was badly damaged itself, and so was Tomoroko. She managed to tell me a little about what happened with her team, as they were defeated by the locals of the planet… - he paused for a little bit. – I took care of her and took her to a medical facility on the outskirts of the planet. When she walked out of the healing pod, she had no memory of anything… - he sighed, taking a quick look at Tomoroko, before looking back at her mother. – After that we met again and sparred. After that, we went to the same medical facility where I, along with a kagami doctor that is my acquaintance, checked her mission registry records… There wasn’t so much detailed information, as… - he sighed again, as there was no nice way to tell that. – As the high officials don’t care about recording much of the lives and doings of the lower class warriors… So, that’s pretty much what I was able to discover… That and your address… - he said, before taking a small step towards Tomo’s mother.
– I beg you, ma’am. – he used the word beg, which was really odd for most saiyans and his tone was very humble, despite the fact that he was an elite warrior talking to a low class one. – Help her remember her past… It’s important for her… And it is also important to me that she gets better and well… - he finished, sighing again, as he was feeling a little embarrassed and uncomfortable about speaking so much with a stranger, even if that stranger was Tomoroko’s mother and a rather nice type of saiyan, as she seemed so far. Word Count: 516 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 23, 2015 1:05:46 GMT
"That would make sense and explain why you are back so early... I can't believe that Komatsu and the others are... wow. Tomo I'm really sorry that happened but... do you really want your memories so bad that you would go through that pain again? I know you, and as tough as your exterior is I know that must of really hurt you. You've got a soft heart kid..."
She paused as she noticed the uncertain look on Tomoroko's face and apologized to the girl before walking over to her and putting her hand on her shoulder comfortingly. She assumed this was as much comfort as the girl would accept, seeing as she was technically a stranger to her thanks to these strange string of events.
"Why don't you sit down, you too Mr. Elite. I guess now is as good a time as any to talk about what it is you want to remember from me. Wehre do you want to start?"
She asked as she guided them to the very very tiny living space. There where two old wooden chairs sitting in front of a tiny fireplace that for the moment sat extinguished.
"Well... I want to know everything... I know i'm your daughter but what about my father? Where is he? and my file said I was sent away as a baby to conquer some planet... I guess start there?"
Tomo asked as she moved to the indicated chair and sat down, her mother motioning for Natto to take the other seat. She on the other hand stayed standing, propped up against the wall next to Tomo. There, she began her story, explaining everything from the moment she was born, her father leaving both of them aside because she was born with such a weak power-level, having to send her away to conquer a planet in hopes of her returning to a life better than she could offer her. She then continued to talk about what she knew of Tomo and her team, when she was assigned, how she admired Komatsu even though he would beat her to a pulp after every mission just to make sure she got stronger. Her story took her well over an hour to tell them both, but was cut short by the sound of a door slamming shut.
Natto and Tomo's scouters would have beeped, alerting them to the entrance of this new intruder, a low class saiyan with a power level of just over 2,000. Tomoroko's mother spun on her heels at the sound, the suspiscious and angry look replacing itself on her features as she eyed the intruder with disdain.
"Get the hell out"
She demandedd, stepping away from Natto and Tomo to confront this man. The male saiyan, easily 5 feet taller than her towered above the smaller saiyan with an idiotic smirk on his face. His cheeks were red and he seemed somehow unbalanced.
"What do you mean get the hell out? Some brats told me we had a guest."
The man began only to be cut off by Tomoroko's mother.
"You mean I have a guest, you need to get back out on the street! Get out of here before you cause tr-"
Her own sentence was cut short as the man brought up his right hand and tossed the woman aside. Tomo's mother was knocked from her standing point into the cupboards of her tiny kitchen, sprawling it's contents all around her.
Tomo quickly stood up to her feet, glaring at the man who had dared to step into someone elses home and attack them. Her tail angrily flicked from one side of her body to another, clearly showing her irritation if her face wasn't indication enough.
"What the hell is your problem!? You're trespassing..."
"Is that any way to talk to your father, brat!?"
The man snarled, stepping forward now until he came face to face with Tomo. Last time he had seen the girl she had just been born, but now in his drunken stupor, he decided that it was high time he faced the worthless daughter he had seeded.
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Post by Natto on Jul 23, 2015 11:23:55 GMT
He paid a lot of attention to what her mother was saying and how she was saying that, as he was trying to figure out what sort of person she was. By her next sentence, it became quite clear that she was a lot like Tomoroko, which made Natto smile. ”I’m glad her mother is so nice… She kind of reminds me of my father… I mean, the way she acts and stuf…” he sighed with the nostalgic smile upon his face. Natto was feeling happy. Happy that Tomo found her mother and that her mother was a nice person in the end. Everything was working out fine.
Following that, she invited them to sit, to which Natto nodded. – Just Natto is fine, ma’am! – he said in a gentle tone as he approached the wooden chair near the fireplace. The living room was tiny, but Natto was used to tiny spaces, since he lived in microscopic dorm for almost a year. As they sit, Tomo said that she wanted to know everything, even asking about her father, and her life story. He mother, who was standing nearby her daughter started telling everything to them, and Natto listened carefully. ”Our society is really dysfunctional… If you are born with a low power level you are trash… But look at Tomo! She is the living proof that this system is broken…” even though he supported the Empire, he couldn’t look away from its flaws. They had to be corrected eventually, and he was willing to help doing so. ”She had some sort of master… No wonder her battle instinct is so good!” he thought, as he remembered their spar earlier that day.
After about an hour, the story was interrupted by a sound of a slamming door. With that, their scouters beeped announcing that somebody with a power level around 2.000 had arrived at the place. Natto didn’t seem all that concerned, but he was alert. Tomo’s mother looked at the new guy and it irritated her, as she demanded that he left the place. Her demand was enough to make Natto get up, staring at the saiyan that burst in. He was drunk, Natto could at least tell that. ”Who is this guy?!” he stared, intrigued.
They started arguing and after a little while, the man tossed Tomo’s mother aside, knocked into some cupboards. That was enough to make Natto frown his eyebrows and clench his fists. Tomo stepped up, confronting the man that revealed to be her father. That sole sentence made Natto hesitate, widening his eyes. ”Her… Father?... Damn! I can’t just knock him out now…” Natto’s fist unclenched, but he was still with an angry look upon her face. He stared the man, before looking at Tomoroko.
– I won’t do anything… I guess you need to talk to this jerk… But you! – he angrily glared back to the man. – Lay a hand on her and I’ll shatter your ribcage to dust! – he threatened the man in the less lethal way he could possibly think of. Word Count: 512 |
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