BBA, Dinner....and third wheels (Shemha/Private)

Thread PL - 727,416
Current PL - 181,854 (Limited by Heavy Weights)

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For the last week or so Shemha found herself bouncing around planet Namek with the sudden increase of activity on the green planet. Whether it was investigating new arrivals, meeting with the Guru, training with Habana or discovering demons, there had been little time for her to spend by herself. Not antisocial by any means, she still enjoyed personal time when it was an option.

Finally able to get some of that, she took the opportunity to inspect her ship. Ship inspection was normally something she performed each and every time she departed and arrived at a destination. This time however, the moment her ship touched down Commander Habana summoned her to the Guru’s village. With so little free time since then, she only now got around to making sure everything was in satisfactory shape.

Although unable to fix any issue or damage herself, she would need to find it in order to bring it to an establishment that could. Namek was not known for its mechanics for sure, but in this day in age, where Namekian’s traveled the stars like the other races, there were places to go for such services. On top of that, the Empire had a large presence here and there were members of the military designed to support and repair vessels.

Atop The Enigma, her booted footsteps thudded against its hull as she made her across it. Her sharp eyes looked for any ding or dent that might have appeared since the last inspection. Even as she strolled across the white vessel, her senses reached out around her. Recent events dictated that she be aware of what was going on around the planet and she didn’t wish to be surprised again . For that reason, she sensed Marcel before he even arrived. Assisted by her scouter, she saw he was not alone

This Hunter individual, a new friend or ally of Marcel it seemed, had not left the best impression on the Majin the first time they met. In all honesty, it wasn’t his lewd comments for what they were, it was the company in which he chose to voice them. General Mayze was a powerful Saiyan warrior she was meeting for the first time and also her superior. To be treated like she was in front of him was unacceptable and more than a little embarrassing.

In any other scenario, like if they met on her ship, his comments and actions would surprisingly have been tolerated. Incredibly patient and with little that offended her, even that uncalled for slap to her rump would likely receive minimal reaction.

As she looked to the horizon she saw Marcel, his figure drawing close and Hunter…being dragged behind him. A curious sight indeed and one that made her wonder what their purpose for visiting was. Perhaps this android was not a true friend of Marcel’s but something more complex. Curious now, she moved to the back of her ship and hopped off. Knees bent a little as she landed, her eyes remained focused on the approaching duo.

Marcel was always welcome company, but what were his motives for paying her a visit this day?

It was commendable that Marcel, who had so clearly been dragging the green haired android a moment before, thought it necessary the boy apologize to her. Deep down she didn’t care if he did or not, only that he refrained from speaking like that again when her superiors were present. That aside, she didn’t stop him from making the attempt. Her friend seemed to think it was needed, understandably so, so she would grant him the opportunity to make things right in his eyes. Marcel always spoke of owing her so she wasn’t surprised he wouldn’t let the outburst and physical contact go so easily.

However, regardless of her friend’s good intentions, Hunter didn’t appear to see what it was his companion wanted. Whether dense due to a flaw in what she considered would be standard programming or simply by choice, the android took this down a different path. Instead of just offering the apology like Marcel demanded, he “assessed” what he thought he saw before him .It was true Shemha and Marcel treated each other with respect, but that was just good manners….something the android so clearly lacked.

The assumption he soon blurted out and continued to roll with as the hybrids skin grew flush, was admittedly a conclusion the Majin didn’t anticipate. Dense when it came to attraction beyond friendship, even that new to her, such thoughts never even crossed her mind. The same couldn’t be said for the embarrassed Marcel, the way he turned and attempted to remove himself an indicator that the whole train of thought made him rather uncomfortable.

With a snort, Shemha began to shake her head about the time Hunter wondered about her flexibility. She was in fact, one of the most flexible females in the Universe thanks to her race, but she wasn’t thick headed enough to misunderstand what use he meant for that. Seeing as Marcel looked unable to answer, she spoke up for the both of them.

”You are incorrect, Hunter. Marcel and I are simply good friends, there is nothing between us that stretches towards what many consider a relationship save that of friendship.” She corrected and it was the truth of it despite the fact it might minorly crush any short term hopes Marcel could possibly have for the two. Shemha simply wasn’t that kind of girl and if the hybrid felt there was anything more serious growing between them, he would do wise to remember it. She liked him definitely, but as one friend viewed another.

After a slight pause, her eyes slowly shifting back and forth between the two, they finally came to rest on Hunter.

”You are not one to assess situations thoroughly before moving forward are you? For an android that seems…inadequate. Is there a reason you care more for my backside and the possibility of a relationship with Marcel than say…what sort of threat I might be if you were to strike me like you did?” Shemha questioned. Of course he hadn’t outright struck her, but the description fit as he hadn’t exactly been gentle, everyone gathered had heard the connection.

Hunter was borderline delusional as far as the Majin could tell. His mention of being a real man was something Shemha couldn’t relate with really, but she didn’t consider him a shining example of the tradition definition. His confidence was what many would consider manly, but that was about the limit of his man-like traits. Men usually treated women with respect foremost and while the android would never strike a woman, some might argue slapping her on the ass was even more disrespectful and downright degrading in most situations. As for Marcel’s “no action,” she didn’t even register the words. The action Hunter mentioned was something Shemha cared nothing for. In fact, most she knew didn’t bring that sort of thing to the field. What they did in their private lives was of no concern to her.

”You may think you’re adorable, but I can promise you that wont save you from the wrath of a number of individuals on my list of contacts. There are plenty who would not stand for the treatment you gave me the other day. Just a warning if you value your health.” Shemha commented. His health wasn’t really as much of an issue like it would be for organic beings. Losing a hand or arm wasn’t so detrimental to robots, but being completely obliterated might ruin his day.

Less concerned with Hunter’s strange view, she turned her attention to Marcel. Even as he faced away from them, she addressed him.

”I appreciate the attempt Marcel, I do, but an apology from this one might be a lost cause. Perhaps one day your friend will realize that politeness often wins more woman then forwardness.” Shemha suggested, the words meant to jab a little at the android and maybe even use some reverse psychology on him. Perhaps he could be tricked into behaving a little better if he thought it might “get him the girl” as the saying went. No one would be getting Shemha anytime soon regardless of what they did, but the green haired male didn’t need to know that.

”Would you two like to come in? I just finished my inspection and was about to log it. Feel free to come in and put your feet up.” She offered before turning to head into the already lowered ramp of her ship. Booted footsteps carried her up the ramp without so much as a look back. The two males were welcome to come in, leave or squabble amongst themselves, she needed to log the results of her inspection.

Marcel’s choice to turn down the invite into her ship admittedly caught the Majin off guard. It was clear to see Hunter’s action were getting to the hybrid, but she didn’t think it bothered him that much. Halfway up the ramp, she turned to watch Marcel walk away, the green haired android quick to rush after him. Arms flailing he attempted to reason with his dark haired counterpart, but Marcel wanted none of it.

This sort of thing was an area in which Shemha struggled. Her friends mood could be assessed and categorize, but that alone didn’t give her the best action to take next. Initially she thought something along the lines of “Just ignore him and come in, don’t sulk because the outcome wasn’t what you wanted,” but that seemed a little harsh. Marcel was a gently man and she wouldn’t be so blunt with him. Instead she went for a more casual approach to the response, still unsure if it was the “correct” way to go about it.

”Oh come one. I find it hard to believe you have somewhere to rush off to after coming all the way to my ship. Let’s go, I can prepare us something to eat. I want to hear about what you have been up too since the last time we met up on Earth.” Shemha suggested. Although it was her attempt to lighten the mood and keep Marcel around, she did want to hear about what he had been up too.

Compared to the last time they met, he was far stronger and he had a companion. Whether the second thing was for better or for worse, she wasn’t exactly sure, but she wanted details. Having come all the way to Namek and with such an increase in his strength, there must have been a reason to at least some of it. It was unlikely that self-training sessions had helped him grow so much and that his trip to Namek was just random. For once in her life she found herself interested in another simply because she enjoyed their company. With all the training and serious business as of late, she could use some casual time with a friend.

Marcel agreed, even if he wasn’t to enthusiastic about it. Leading them into the ship, not to worried if they lost sight of her as Marcel knew where the kitchen was and he could track her signature, she made her way towards the dinning area. It had been some time since she actually prepared a meal for someone, but she felt confident that she remember most of her teachings. For years she had prepared Ront’s meals for the road and whenever they were holed up somewhere. The accommodations weren’t always a fully stocked kitchen like she had now, but she made do.

In the kitchen as the two males shuffled in after her, she would motion to the stools that lined the counter to indicate they should take a seat. Stepping behind the counter, she scooped up an apron as she. Like a good old fashioned housewife, she secured the protective cloth around her figure and put her hands on her hips.

”So, what do you two want to eat?” She asked with a small smirk. ”And while I prepare it, I want to hear all about how you two met.” Shemha added with a motion of her hand between the two of them. As strange as Hunter was, the fact she now traveled with Marcel had her curious as to why. Hopefully, the duo could shed some light on it.

Shemha took no offense to Hunter’s reaction to her ship. She was well aware how immaculately clean it was kept and the condition it was in because she was responsible for all of it. From the clearing of the outside to the sheets in the guest bedrooms, she maintained it. There was often a lot of down town when traveling planet to planet so she made sure to take advantage of it. Marcel’s comment on the other hand received a small smile and a nod, he understood her and understood the work she likely put into the vessel.

The androids outburst was taken seriously despite his unnecessary loud tone. ”Of course. For you Marcel?” Dark eyes shifted to Marcel as she awaited his response and when he requested something far more classy than Hunter, she was quick to answer. ”Done. How would you boys like those cooked?” The Majin wanting to make sure she got the orders right for she understood the differences between rare meet and well done, along with the large spectrum between.

Stepping away and into the walk-in freezer, Shemha was quick to return with ground beef and a frozen filet. While fresh was of course better, there wasn’t really an option to preserve it properly when traveling such distances. Still, it was how you prepared it that made the meal delicious and she was confident in her ability to deliver.

As Hunter began to tell the story or at least slowly began to tell the story, the easily distracted android likely not the best for such a task, she gathered ingredients. Spices, vegetables, oil and other items to prepare the meat the way she figured they would both enjoy.

When Marcel placed his hand over his head and sighed, Shemha cracked a small smile. From what she observed so far, Hunter near endlessly humiliated and jabs at her friend. With a slowly developing sense of humor of her own, she figured why not have her own fun and hopefully in the process cheer up the hybrid.

”A handsome charismatic green haired manly man of a man, eh? Well tell me who else does Marcel know with green hair? It really isn’t a common color after all.” Shemha remarked before returning to her work. It was clearly a jab at the android that he couldn’t be talking about himself. Shemha wasn’t your court jester in terms of jokes and jabs, but she felt she was learning.

As if the statement was as serious as she delivered it, she moved to the grill. Several clicks and the thing was ablaze and on its way to the proper amount of heat. Hunter had time to tell his tale while she cooked.

”Well done and medium, understood.” Shemha replied before she turned back to the grill to adjust it.

While Marcel was impressed with Shemha’s culinary skill set, he failed to realize the error in the comparison of what they had done for one another. Sure she helped him train, offered him a place to stay and now cooked him a meal, but the friendship between them went two ways. Her part might have resulted in more tangible things than his, yet she felt in the relationship they were equal. Perhaps unknown to the hybrid, his companionship and friendship were treats the Majin rarely tasted. Thanks to her sheltered upbringing and general removal from what was considered normal society, she only recently understood the joy one might find within social interaction. Marcel was a large part in getting her to open up and for that she was silently grateful.

As much as Marcel undervalued what he brought to the table, Hunter misunderstood the Majin’s jab. For an android with his sense of humor he sure didn’t know when he was the target of a joke. In silence she listened to the green haired male’s version of the story, only casting a glance or two over at the duo. Her eyes never drifted from the warming grill for too long as she soon set the filet and patty on the heated surface.

Well aware of the hybrids lack of social confidence, Shemha chose not to play into the androids prodding. Instead she worked against it.

”I was unaware Marcel lived in the forest, however; a girl could argue something so naturally beautiful is more appealing than some fancy house or space ship. Perhaps he fooled even you with his humble abode.” She suggested with a small shrug of her shoulders. From what she knew of Marcel his choice to live in the forest likely wasn’t to “get the ladies,” but a practical choice and one she fully respected.
”What interests me though is, how did you get to that forest? Are you some sort of reprogrammed lumber jack robot?” She continued to jest with Hunter. Her jokes and quips weren’t the most clever or well thought out, but again, this was all knew to her. For once she attempted to use humor to keep the mood light instead of reverting to her normally emotionally flat self.

Another hiss came from the grill as she flipped the meat. Spatula in hand she made sure to do it quick and apply a little pressure to the top of each piece. She was careful though, not wanting to press too much of the fat and in turn, flavor from the somewhat fresh cuts. Letting them sit for a moment, she moved to gather a few potatoes. Her dexterous hands then began to slice and chop, making the fries she planned to serve alongside the beef. On Earth these salty fried potato strips were hugely popular so she only assumed the two would enjoy them as a side.