O Brother, Where Art Thou? (Harp, Open to Xylo's Children)

"Hello Harp~" A cheery cry of delight was heard from Bassoon, as he rose up as quickly as he could. He was not expecting his far-more brother to make the first move. So the gesture was not greatly appreciated, it made the childlike warrior’s heart pump rapidly from joy. Without skipping a beat, or even stopping his oral assault on his meal (as he continued to munch greedily and hungrily), quickly pulled his older brother into a quick glomp. Though he made sure to let go of the elder Namekian quickly, as the boy was too enthused to contain all his energy, his excitement upon spotting Harp wasn’t exactly difficult to discern.

Perhaps it was the miniature quakes that passed through the mountain tops as the lad bounced giddily in place. Or maybe it was low, jolly voice booming, even as the chubby Namek restrained what may have been a hearty laugh into a roused giggle. Whatever it was, it had propelled his obvious excitement for the familiar reunion to a forefront. “How do you do?” Ass asked with a twinkle in his eyes. His dilating pupils were almost like that of a particularly enthused cat’s as he kept a happy gaze held at his brother’s direction.

His expression then drooped a little, as he listened to Harp’s begrudging request and proceeded to squee as silently as possible. (Though for most people, it would still come across as a reasonably audible hiss.) "Yes!" Ass answered back through a swift series of nods, his pudgy face lighting up with gee. “Here, have some. I picked these for you- and for your colony!” He nodded, increasingly shaky hands quickly grabbing three whole cabbages, which he held up high for his brother to pick. With that out of the way he paused, willing himself to calm down slightly so he could continue speaking without disturbance.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. I brought a gift! I found it underground." He rifled through his pockets, before stumbling upon a steaming, rusty metal. It seemed to have been hastily broken down with a cleaving weapon. Which, of course, matched Ass's own gear. "Also, your cave home is nice." The boy chuckled quietly, his voice as sincere as it was loud (and it was practically booming).

"I ate a giant crab!" was the bubbly brother's sunny response to Harp's inquiry. As vague as the answer was, the sheer cheerfulness in the boy's tone was probably enough to flavor his response. He wasn’t just doing good, he was in the highest of spirits, it seemed. “Yell? Oh, sorry.” The volume of his voice dropped from a thirteen to an eleven, though at the very least, his excited style of speech seemed to calm down significantly, as Bassoon allowed his older sibling to give him a sermon on their strained relationship with the Saiyans.

Though he wouldn’t disobey his elder brother’s words outright, Ass planned to at least keep his opinion fairly untouched until he had actually found an opportunity to meet a member of the proud, warrior race himself. As highly as he valued Harp’s wisdom, the boy didn’t find it right to just toss disregard an entire species on principle alone. He was too friendly for that after all. “Ooh, shiny~ I dug weapon out for you." The boy said proudly, glad to have finally received some approval. Though he still looked up hopefully at his brother, perhaps eager for even more positive attention. "It didn’t look like an eat. So perhaps you should keep- it- for your business.”

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As Harp mentions how untrustworthy Saiyans are, a dark chuckle could be heard. "Finally, one of you says something that makes sense."

The raspy voice of the youngest of Xylo's children rung out from above. Floating a few feet in the air, the vile Digeri had a smoldering corpse hoisted upon his shoulder. Judging by what remained of the armor, it was formerly a Saiyan warrior. Digeri touched down on the soil, sneering at the two weaklings he was forced to refer to as siblings.

"I found this one investigating one of your hideouts. Perhaps you should keep a better eye on things so I don't have to do your dirty work."

He tossed the still-smoking corpse to the ground, causing it to splat against the grass pitifully. He scoffed, driving his foot through the Saiyans head, causing guts to spill upwards. "Pathetic," spat Digeri. "To think our father was beaten by these lowlife scum... I almost feel sorry for the wrath they'll receive when his form is returned to him."

The Mazoku turned to Harp, his eyes narrowing. "Tell me "strategist", have you got any plans on how to return our father from the land of the dead? Or are you just twiddling your thumbs in that cave?"

Harp sat beside his brother, musing for a minute until a rather annoying voice came to his ears. Digeri. The thought of their brother being all high and mighty about everything was annoying in it's own right; but his being leagues stronger ticked off the strategist. What blew him away was their bouncy, happy brother basically told their older brother off. It made the musician/technician laugh at that, bratty coming out of that mouth made him laugh harder.

He didn't regret his laughter, but calmed down and listened to his brother's food rambles. "I... Deserve honor? The only person that deserved honor is Xylo, and the last creature, thats even worse than the monkeys roaming our planet is our cocky brother." He agreed somewhat, changing the topic to go with the brother's words. "The Namekian Dragon Balls are seemingly restored, so we are currently on a mission to find these orbs."

Standing, he took the cabbages in his arms and moved them inside, giving them to a lackey who brought them to the rest of the group for a chow down. Returning to the main conversation at hand, he decided to put a quip to his overly confident brother. "Now you tell me, What did YOU find to revive our father eh? Or is the lazy one you, considering I've accomplished more to bringing justice to this world than you ever will."

Ass raised a hairless eyebrow, a faint, bemused smile on his face, as he shook his head. As much as the child admired his physical god of a father, he had to disagree with his brother on this one. The way he saw it, Xylo carried some degree of pride in all of his children, and it was only appropriate that they acknowledged each others' skills as well. So that look of awe was apparent, as he very (VERY) lightly tapped his brother’s arm with a meaty fist. "Harp, you’re my big brother! I think you’re awesome.” He bowed gratefully, flabby cheeks flapping as he lowered his head. As Bassoon rarely cared for formalities, his sibling may have taken notice of this gesture.

“I may not be able to honor you the same way that we praise daddy, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t look up to you too, silly." The boy said, burgeoning pride for his brother seeping into every word. Though once Digeri began to speak again, the weaker Namekian could only frown in disagreement. He turned his head to his other, less beloved brother, who was in the midst of leaving. Ass wasn’t going to pick a fight with the superior warrior, but he was going to pull up his big boy pants for once, and stand his ground.

"Don't get too cocky, Dmitri." Despite how the atmosphere was primed for a series of smarmy comeback, Ass instead spoke with begrudging concern. "You may be strong, but even dad knows his limits." He warned the arrogant child of Xylo. Though the fat Namek knew that it would perhaps be easier on his psyche to completely give up on his boastful brother, Ass couldn’t bring himself to lose faith in family so easily. That much was obvious, as he turned his attention back to Harp, quiet frustration marking his uncharacteristically guttural tone.

"That one is dumb. I do not like him… But I hope nothing too bad happens to him.” The lad couldn’t bear to look his brother in the eye, his temper flaring internally. A rare occurrence for the unnaturally chipper half of the Dipshit Twins. "If even daddy could get hurt and d-" He cut himself off before finishing the word, and shrugged. Some of the unease being lifted from his shoulders, prompting the boy to pick up another cabbage. "-and lose, then someone like HIM is in extra trouble in a fight."

“I understand how you feel. Our new brother is a bit of a doo-doo head.” Ass pouted, concerned eyes watching over his larger sibling "But after what happened with Tooba-" The young Namekian shook his head slowly, a heavy palm placed on top of his hurting head, as he remembered the fate of their last Digeri, and the subsequent mess of a situation that everyone was thrust into. Sure, their forced exile allowed the Bassoon and his twin sibling to travel Earth freely, but the fact that all of his siblings were forbidden to contact their father at the time because of one moron's mistake still weighed in on his min. "I just don't think it's a good idea for us to fight each other." He munched through the edges of his cabbage, nodding sagely with each crunching bite.

Perhaps a lighter atmosphere was needed to ruin the damage done by their cockbite of a sibling. “But on the bright side, I like your wish idea!” Ass cracked both of his knuckles simultaneously, pushing them against the center of his burly chest. He hummed lightly, some stray strands of ki exiting his brawny figure. “If we could make daddy stronger and immortal, we wouldn’t have to worry about him disappearing anymore.” He giggled at that thought, now thoroughly excited to spend more time with their father. Family fun was something that Basson had always wanted to experience, especially after witnessing it on Earth. It seemed so simple, perhaps even a little banal, but that sort of peace resonated with Ass. “I wonder if those balls can grant that kind of ideas though.”