Playing Nice [Celmaru] [INVITE]

A specific hybrid was consuming his time to train another. The hybrid was rather suppressed, albeit only to allow another to keep up with him. Before him, an unruly female Saiyan was trying her utmost best to strike this hybrid at least once. The two were rather far above the earthen soil beneath them; light shockwaves bursting into the atmosphere as they clashed. For once the hybrid was utilizing his knees to do combat, however that was the prominent sign that he wasn't being serious.

"Come on! Fight back you asshole!"

"I would apologize, however I haven't been injured yet, as it seems."

"Fuck you!"

"Now that, I would apologize for; Phae's already gotten to that."

"Now that's uncalled for!"

The hybrid husband Celmaru Waterfield felt a tug at his lips as the Saiyan Sister Potapo thrust her left fist towards her opponent's facial features. Unfortunately for the Saiyaness, a forearm intercepted the poor Saiyan's strike. Celmaru's upper limbs were held in a partially square shape, the upper right corner of the figurative square left to the open air. With the hybrid's right palm beneath his elbow, the warrior suddenly spun about, whacking the elder sibling in her respective side.

"Gah! You're dead, halfbreed!"

"I would've been by now if I wasn't able to destroy planets."

"For Kai's sake you're unbearably sarcastic!"

"Only for you, Potapo."

Potapo gasped in a brief pain as the hybrid retracted his knee. Leaning backwards, Celmaru floated away from his "opponent"; glancing downward to behold the view of another figure. A specifically green woman was preparing a minuscule sort of feast as the two waged battle against one another. However, the seaweed woman Phae Waterfield was also taking her time with a single task, albeit spectating the two sibling's match.

'Are you having fun, husband~?'

'Yes, I love listening to someone scream and swear profusely at me whilst I swiftly whittle them down.'

'Oh come now, husband.'

'I still can't accept this one as any sort of sibling.'

'In time, Celmaru~!'

'I may have become rather used to you being around, however this one might take far longer.'

The female Saiyan swiftly struck again, her pointed boot implanting itself firmly betwixt the hybrid's abdomen. Celmaru only flinched for a moment, glaring upwards into the sibling's eyes. In that moment, Potapo realized she 'fucked up'. Two pure white orbs manifested themselves within the hybrid's palms; their size multiplying as each moment passed. The Saiyaness attempted to retreat, yet her boot was grasped with a glowing palm. With a brief squeal from the hybrid's sibling, Celmaru thrust his right palm forward as his left palm erupted in Ki. The opposing Ki Blast was shot point-blank into the Saiyan's facial features.

 As the two began to continue within their "battle", Phae had noticed a nearby signature; despite its lack of prominence. Shifting her gaze to face the direction of the signature, the seaweed woman slipped a telepathic message to the young Saiyan. Hoping that the strange signature would be a bit more friendly, Phae left him with a brief contact.

'Hello little one~! Would you like to join our picnic?'

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Thread PL: 319,235!
Ki Setting active! PL is currently 65,000!
Phae's PL [25% Celmaru]: 79,808!

Potapo is also with Celmaru and Phae! Her PL is currently 31,585!

Here is your post, Capper Hofferson!  owo
And don't worry about starter post length, its not much to worry over around here!  :3

'Oh my no, little one~! I wasn't referring to your height, it was merely to you age! I'm not the youngest little lass to be found, you know~'

'And I can very well see you...rather clearly in fact~! You Ki is extremely visible among normal Humans, you know~'

Despite her age and its immense numerical value, what she had told of it wasn't that much by comparison. Given that, she found herself more comfortable pretending to be younger than what she truly was. Regardless of this, the Saiyan's following comments only brought forth a rather amused giggle. The seaweed woman guided her palm to conceal her lips, the sound of laughter stifled betwixt her lips.

'Oh my my no, we wouldn't dare make such a nice day one with a trap~! And...I suppose my little suspicion was correct~...your Ki did feel rather Saiyan-like, after all~'

The comment about such 'scary powers' was inexcusably adorable to Phae. Despite Capper's Ki only being akin to a three year old Celmaru, the current Celmaru wasn't exactly the most terrifying being to exist. Potapo wasn't much to quiver over, as well. Neither of the Waterfield family members were particular intimidating, Saiyan or not; they have a certain quality about them. It was a dorky kindness, desperately hidden or not, that shined when others required a frantic assistance. That, of course, was Phae's interpretation of the family she once protected.

'None of them are very terrifying, dear, I promise~'

Above the seaweed woman, a particular full-blooded Saiyan was then flung from the sky. An incoherent cry of rage emitted from Potapo as her frame was forcefully shot away. The Saiyaness' limbs outstretched hastily, a pulse of Ki ceasing her uncontrolled path. The winds rattled upon her flexed power.

"Fight seriously you damned child!"

"I might be indeed the younger sibling, yet do you think your rash comments are any more mature than mine?"

"What sarcastic bitch did Pops breed with to make you, huh!?"

"..."

The very mention of his Mother in a harmful tone...it wasn't preferable in the slightest. Resisting the urge to simply blast away the nuisance, the hybrid stood within the open atmosphere. The clearer oxygen of the Spinach Wastes was quite refreshing, at least compared to his parent's home is Satan City. Training out here would be nice every once and a while. Sniffing as if to dismiss the Saiyan's comment, Celmaru brought forth a pearly white aura. A flickering, enveloping light of Ki was manifested as the hybrid's power multiplied fourfold.

"Don't insult my Mother, if you could. Actually...no."

The hybrid shot forward, his visage disappearing into thin air; leaving Potapo rather confused. Not a single moment passed before the hybrid's voice echoed behind her.

"I'm ordering you to never say such things again."

Thrusting his palms forward, the hybrid wrapped his forearms about the Saiyaness' own upper limbs. Clutching her frame firmly, Celmaru began to lurch backwards; his weight shifting away to bring the Saiyan Sibling down to Earth. A light grunt was audible as the two were to soon descend. Only a slight, flinching 'eep' could be heard from the hybrid's opponent.

"Here's one for Ayumu, for old time's sake. You surely remember him, don't you?"

"AYU-WHAT!?"

"...Nevermind."

Apparently the wind within the Saiyan's ears were too much to allow normal hearing. Prior to the hybrid's escapades with Walker and the Super Saiyan 'legend', an encounter on a particular Arcosian's space station once housed this very Saiyan; her Ki proved that much. Disregarding the potential tripe or scandalous reasons to her residence there, the hybrid didn't bother to care. Neither of them were in any position to contest him about it, albeit anyone else may be proven unworthy against them. It was until a few moments later that Potapo found herself head-first within the soil. Celmaru, having released her just prior to impact, descended to the Earth's surface with a light utilization of flight.

"So? Are you done for now?...Can we finally eat our lunch?"

The hybrid folded his arms, awaiting an answer. Meanwhile, if Phae was oh so fortunate, she may have an adorable guest for this minuscule picnic.

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I apologize for the wait, Capper Hofferson!  DX

Trained Potential activated! PL is currently 260,000!

'Oh my~! You remind me of my husband when he was younger~'

The seaweed woman clasped her facial features in the glee she was experiencing; this Saiyan was adorable! Phae shifted her position, placing herself atop the thick material beneath her feet. A deep blue, woolen blanket was spread across a specific area within a square perimeter. Upon the blanket, was a now-empty basket; simply weaved by a less-renowned craftsman in the village near the Waterfield residence. An immense plethora of foodstuffs, some even piling above the seaweed woman, was strewn about atop that very same material. It was then that the newfound Saiyan made note of a concern of his.

'Ah! You mustn't worry too much, my dear Saiyan~! Both my husband and our first guest are Saiyans themselves!'

'...And yes, I would know what kind of individuals you're speaking of.'

Phae guided her palms to her thighs, her form folded in a lax, yet formal seated position. Meanwhile, the hybrid stood as he beheld the sight of his half-sibling remaining partially buried. Muffled outcries could be audible, yet Celmaru could only imagine most of those being akin to mere curses. A weak, nervous voice suddenly sprung up; the hybrid blinking as he redirected his gaze. The second sight that Celmaru beheld today, of course, was another Saiyan...or at least a Saiyan-esque male.

"Oh...Hello."

Despite his lack of immediate vocal honesty upon the subject, the hybrid failed to notice Capper as he approached. Staring upon the minuscule Saiyan, Celmaru revealed his palm; only to stiffly wag it back and forth in a stiff wave. Tucking away his Trained Potential, the hybrid guided his recently revealed palm, extending its respective thumb to point towards Potapo.

"...So have you ever wanted to pick a Saiyan out of the ground?"

Within the few moments he awaited a response, Celmaru took a brief scan over the newcomer's frame. Saiyan armor, seemingly a more custom model or set, a surprisingly darker color palette than usual. Most armors from the SSE were usually burgundy, or even scarlet in color, often accompanied by white. The visor was a bit unorthodox, as well as the-

"Oh come now. You could've at least tried to hide that thing."

A Solar Saiyan Empire emblem was entirely visible atop this warrior's breastplate. The hybrid furrowed his brow, an odd conglomeration between disappointment and haphazard concern.

"You're fortunate to be alive on a planet filled with warriors such as us. The SSE isn't very popular on Earth, if you haven't noticed by now. Since that's the legion you've aligned yourself with...supposedly...I'm not going to be misleading you on what you're looking at. If that visor is a scouter of any kind...take a few moments to take a measure."

Celmaru paused, guiding his palm to conceal his lips, albeit with a clenched fist. Within that singular moment, the hybrid cleared his throat; unleashing what suppressed energy he had condensed within himself. A brief rupture within the nearby foliage and grasses signified the subtlety of his released power. A thin burst of loose debris and dust was the only immediate evidence near Capper that would make noticeable note of his Ki increase. Finally...it didn't require so much incessant shouting.

"...I can do more if you so wish, but this is what you'd have to deal with if I figure out that you're gathering information for the SSE, understood?"

Shifting his weight to spin upon his heel, the hybrid began to take a sort of stride away, planning on returning to Phae for their meal. Once again ceasing his movement to pause, an inquiry was made; one akin to what the seaweed woman had given the newfound Saiyan.

"Would you like to join me and my wife for lunch? I'm sure she's packed a ton for today."

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Ki Setting has been removed! PL is now 319,235!
Trained Potential deactivated! PL has returned to normal!

Capper Hofferson

"Alright then."

Twas the only response Celmaru gave the minuscule Saiyan. Removing Potapo from her only moments of muffled outcries would be rude, surely. The comment that followed, that regarding the Saiyan's need for that massive lens, gave the hybrid pause. Celmaru had never seen a multi-purpose scouter; particularly one that could be utilized as bifocals.

"...I recommend getting contacts then. Relying on such feeble technology on Earth isn't a very wise decision."

Noting Capper's frantic and undeniably nervous words, the hybrid lessened his furrowed brows for a moment. From his stammering statements to his supposedly non-suppressed power, Celmaru could only be taken aback when Capper assumed that he'd prepare to murder him. The hybrid's lips parted to release a retort for a single moment, yet firmly pressed together once more. The hybrid would only shake his head; assumptious to the worst it seems. A bit of a nostalgic sensation...one that brought the hybrid to his childhood once more. Fortunately, a significant lack of murder was involved at the time.

"Just because I'm often considered powerful doesn't mean I'm going to murder every little thing. I don't prefer the SSE, however its more over who your leader is rather than those who follow her. If you support Zucceta, fine. If you support the SSE, fine. Just don't make any attempts to destroy Earth for any of them; you'd likely find yourself murdered then."

Upon the mention of robotics that required maintenance, the hybrid had begun stepping away by then.

"Suit yourself then, soldier-"

The roaring blare of the minuscule Saiyan's stomach invaded the hybrid's eardrums. That was a clear disambiguation from a Human and a Saiyan; their appetite. A diluted Saiyan's blood could very likely still bear a similar effect, yet it would still not be akin to a true warrior's hunger. Celmaru found brief amusement as Capper rushed over towards the foodstuffs, his posture and demeanor reflecting how he felt about his stomach's unfortunate timing.

"I see you've met my husband~! Hopefully he didn't give you much trouble."

"I've certainly intimidated him easily enough. Its a bit strange how easily he became frightened of me."

"Well, he's likely visiting from Vegeta, is he not?"

"Looks like it, given that he hasn't bothered to conceal that SSE emblem."

Celmaru would take a seat beside the seaweed woman as they both brought out extra sections of meat and varying cuts of miscellaneous foodstuffs; vegetables and even various colors of fruit. Dragging a slab of dinosaur meat off of a nearby plate, the hybrid began consuming his acquired food swiftly as Phae continued their conversation.

"Oh my no, Potapo can handle herself~, she is my husband's sibling, after all!"

"A damn half-sister that my Father never told me about-"

"Anyway, we have plenty to eat, so help yourself~!"

A wholehearted grin would tug at Phae's lips as she concluded her speech. A hope that Capper wouldn't soon flee was egging at the seaweed woman's thoughts, and even a slight curiosity was stirring. A Saiyan such as this one would surely have a purpose besides combat or training, yes?

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Capper Hofferson

'Just don't force me to utilize anything beyond my basic form, and that lens isn't likely to shatter.'

The brief telepathic message, received or not, would ring within the hybrid's mind as he strode away. With Capper's following retort, that regarding his own life; it unfortunately evident that a misunderstanding had occurred. It was this that enacted another telepathic message.

'I didn't say by my hand, did I? You'd have more immense issues besides myself...such as a rather tall tree.'

It twas only a vague mention, however Walker was still a particularly avid fan of despising the SSE. Among the three known members of the Wild Hunt, the demonic tree known as Walker was one to have a known lack of patience for incompetent Saiyans; especially SSE drones, grunts, etc. Capper was fortunate to have encountered a mere earthling hybrid; one with mercy to spare, in comparison to others. It was later, as the couple were beginning to dive into their immediate foodstuff storage, that the youngling's naiveté would become both distinct, yet equally misleading. Upon a glance, the Saiyan could appear cowardly and frail...yet another glance could allow one to note intellect and yet merely an innocent ignorance. With his first comment, came Capper's more insinuated "naiveté".

"Perhaps you found permanent residence? Its not like the entire planet is anti-Saiyan, you know."

Phae, at this moment, suspected her husband of knowing greater than what was let upon Capper. There have indeed been cases of which Saiyans crash-land atop Earth's crust; soon remaining stranded...for some ungodly reason...within the planet's masses as citizens. Celmaru's own Father was a partial inclusion to this sort of case. A haphazard tear into the remaining dinosaur meat returned the seaweed woman to reality, specifically as Capper spoke of his evident lack of understanding.

"Oh my...well, the term 'd-a-m' is what you refer to. My husband here..."

"Its a term utilized as a curse, or swear. 'D-a-m-n' is how its been commonly spelled. Previously utilized in the phrase 'Damn you' or 'Damn you to Hell', or 'Suffer damnation', etcetera. Albeit still used in more religious phrases and phrasing, more secular phrases can just as swiftly make use of the alternative term out of many other swears and/or curses."

"Y-Yes."

As accustomed to such terms as Phae was; it was still somewhat discomforting to officially explain them. Clearing her throat, the seaweed woman brought forth more food, upon equally massive platters, for Capper to choose from. These were far more complicated dishes, however were particularly flavorful; hopefully the Saiyan would agree, if he were to savor them.

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Capper Hofferson , feel free to take any liberties upon what sort of dish(es) Phae happened to make! Something to entice Capper into eating, perhaps?  owo

...I also apologize (once again, out of likely many more times to come) for the delay.  ;-;