Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @habana
Posts: 1,374
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Post by Queen Habana on Dec 31, 2015 14:04:20 GMT
Habana smirked triumphantly as Pin appeared to be having a bit of a meltdown due to her sudden choice to drop the active battle and accept his offer to meet with his employer. To him it was likely out of the blue and ultimately rather frustrating that she had done this, but to Habana it made a whole hell of a lot more sense than bothering to continue a fight she KNEW she would win. Pin was tough to be certain but he literally stood no chance, without transforming she could take on numerous warriors of roughly Pin's strength, transformed? She could fight an entire ARMY. Continuing would no long actually be interesting past this point, she had seen what she wanted and gotten out of the fight likely all that she could.
Now she wanted to know who it was that was so interested in seeing her that they would send such a determined worker after her. Habana tuned back into Pin's tirade roughly as he began to calm down just a bit and just in time for him to mention 'Sam' certainly with a universe as large it is there could be more than one person by that name, but such an uncommon name on Vegeta lead Habana to believe she knew who it was that Pin had mentioned. Somehow this Android knew Sam, it actually sort of made a bit of sense, Sam tended keep an eye open for strong warriors to employ, perhaps whoever it was that wanted her was utilizing some of Sam's workers.
Blinking as Pin attempted to communicate with someone it then became a bit more clear that the case was actually that Sam himself had sent Pin after her, Habana tried her best to stifle a laugh but her attempts quickly failed “Hold on hold on, you were hired by Sam? To get me? Pin I think someone might be messing with you” Habana said pausing as laughter overtook her again “Sam's not a particularly common name here on Vegeta, but I already know someone by that name pretty well. He's my uncle. I'm not entirely sure why he'd send you to get me without ya'know letting you know it would be fine to mention him first but hey at least this ended up being fun.” Habana said shaking her head in amusement. Perhaps she was wrong, perhaps there was another Sam around.
[Base PL: 144,040, Super Saiyan PL:1,584,440]
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Post by Pin on Dec 31, 2015 15:50:46 GMT
Pin paused, Granzel's tinny reply falling on suddenly deaf ears. Habana had caught his attention, and apparently the name "Sam" had rung a bell with her. Now, if the name had been anything else - Pota, Yamm, Mato, Tuce, Elery, Cabba, Rocco, hell even Wiz KaleLeafa - Pin would have just written it off as a common name. Plenty of people on Vegeta, plenty of them with odd-sounding names.
But Sam? Sam wasn't a common name on Vegeta. It was about as uncommon as they come. This wasn't a coincidence.
"Let me...call you back..." Pin said, hanging up on Granzel mid-sentence.
Slowly, Pin turned to face Habana. She was laughing and shaking her head. Sam was her fucking UNCLE.
"Your...uncle," Pin said, "Your...fucking uncle..."
Pin's eye twitched, ever so slightly, as his internal scouter sparked again, thin smoke softly rising from both ears. Sam had sent him...to find his niece...and bring her home...for what? For tea? To catch up, see how she was doing?
"I'm sorry but I think I might have to kill your uncle." Pin said flatly. He blinked a few times, as if trying to make sure he was awake and not in some rest mode simulation. Had this been a test? A misunderstanding? Was Sam playing games? Was this all a prank by Granzel - tee hee I won't tell Pin this Saiyan is Sam's niece ell oh ell?
Pin could have kicked himself - hell, Habana could have kicked him with HIS OWN LEG if he'd decided to upgrade to a rocket kick instead of a rocket punch. This whole thing could have been solved by just telling her who was looking for her. He wouldn't be buying her a new scouter and some gloves, he wouldn't be paying for his own repairs. Sam better not dispute this bill, because he was getting CHARGED.
Pin resolved to rewrite his standard contract and pricing structure. From here on out, anonymity would come at a premium, and would need to be clearly requested at the time the job is requested. Otherwise, Pin was going to wear his employer's name on his goddamn chest.
"Your fucking uncle."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 31, 2015 19:14:33 GMT
Pin -- 15,022 + 10561 [!!] = 25,583 PL
Habana -- 267 + 5594 = 5,861 Z
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