The fresh breeze of the cold air of Namek washed over Toma as he flew through the skies. The Turtle Hermit had sensed a new energy recently, one that he hadn’t expected to be here. An old ally of his. And, now? A rival. Not because he could actually stand up to this being -- no no. For all he knew, this being could obliterate Toma in an instant. But that wasn’t why he was here. He was this beings rival for one very specific reason.
He was the Turtle Hermit.
The Crane Hermit, also known as the Bio-Android Walker, had been on Namek recently. While Toma hadn’t known this, he was glad that the former caretaker was on this pretty green planet. He wished to speak to the Bio-Android, as there were a few questions and concerns that the Turtle Hermit had that he wished to address. No fighting involved today, much to the Saiyans instincts dismay, but there wouldn’t be any room for it.
And so Toma had cast out his senses, looking for the energy he’d sensed before. It was lessened, now. Was he suppressing it? Possibly, though he doubted Walker had much reason to. There was no danger on Namek, no crisis. Toma wanted to come here to train warriors in the way of the turtle, and he might even get a chance to spar with Walker later if he played his cards right. He had always wanted to see the secret techniques of the Crane school, even if he never wanted to learn them. After all, Kaula had been the Crane Hermit once. So surely the techniques must be useful.
The wind lapped at his clothing, his Gi fluttering out behind him as he passed over the plateau and found himself flying over the green ocean that this planet called it’s own. He looked down at himself, and for a moment, he reflected on what had been going on recently. First he had become the Turtle Hermit, both with his wifes blessings and his own ambition and desire to teach the way of the Turtle to others and revive the school. The Earth could never have too many defenders, after all. And once he felt he’d established a good base on Earth, he had headed out to the stars.
There were many good natured, gentle beings on other planets. Beings that would wish to defend their home should it be accosted by the forces of evil. Death and destruction had reigned supreme for far too long, Toma felt, and it had to be stopped. The best way to do that was to train good natured, righteous warriors so that they could defend their home. After all, the strongest warriors in the galaxy tended to revolve around Earth, save for Walker and Zucceta, and they couldn’t be everywhere at once. It simply wasn’t possible.
And as the saying goes, teach a man to fish.
And so Toma decided he’d be the one to teach them if nobody else would. And to this end, he had devised a plan. A tournament to be held on Earth to look for new students who might wish to learn from him. All species and races were welcome of course, and Toma would judge their character. But one style did not fit all situations, and he hoped that the Crane Hermit would be open to the idea of… perhaps a joint tournament? Or at the very least coming by to watch. While Walkers actions in the past had been… questionable, to say the least, there was no doubt in Toma’s mind that the walking-talking Tree man loved the planet he’d grown on with all of his being. He wouldn’t allow anything to happen to it, and in his own way he was a kind creature.
Perhaps, if Toma had gone through similar experiances, he might’ve wound up differently, too. Though there was no way to know for sure.
Walker’s energy became clear to Toma as he approached a nearby island. When he got close, he almost mistook the Bio-engineered creature for one of the many trees that littered this planet -- the Crane Hermit remained perfectly still, totally at peace with the universe. Toma felt bad for coming to disturb the Bio-warriors rest, but this needed to be done. And it had to happen sooner rather than later.
He’d land near the bark clad creature, his aura dissipating and the wind settling down once more, before speaking. “Hey, Walker. Long time no see. You uh.. You got time to talk? I’d like to discuss something with you.”
As Walker sat, legs folded, and tail ramrod straight, he felt a ki approaching. It was one he hadn't felt in a long time. Remaining where he was, he waited for Toma to approach. He was perched on his tail, the limb keeping him above the ground. It was a bit stressful, but good training. It also helped him to focus, and consider. Still, he had been meditating a lot recently. It seemed it was time to talk.
As Toma landed, Walker slowly opened his eyes. Settling to the earth, he gestured, and a chair appeared beneath him. At the same time, another appeared for Toma. "Indeed, I have time. What can I help you with, Toma?" It had been a long time, since Kaula's one-day resurrection. A lot had happened since, and indeed, a lot before. He and Toma seemed to run into each other infrequently, but then again, the Saiyan was a family man, and otherwise occupied when a lot of the large fights had happened. Still, if he had felt correctly during the incident with Plato, he had been there. A bit un-needed, in the end, but he had arrived. Dusting off his Crane robes, he looked the Saiyan up and down.
From the look of his robes, and the symbol on them, it seemed Celmaru had been replaced. He felt bad for his friend, but at least it was someone who actually knew the techniques. An interesting development either way. "May I assume this is a discussion between, rather than Toma and Walker, the Crane Master and Turtle Hermit?"
“Well,” Toma began, as he watched the chair materialise beside the Crane Master. “I’ve a personal question I’d like to ask, as Toma, rather than the Turtle Hermit. But first, I'd like to discuss something as two school masters.” He began walking over towards the Crane, before passing the chair, unfurling his tail, and sitting down upon the chair that Walker had so kindly created for him. He faced Walker, before bringing up his left ankle to rest upon his right knee, his hands clasped together in his lap.
His tail stuck out from behind the chair, waving in the wind, as if it had a mind of its own. Despite it’s thin and weak apperance, Toma’s tail was incredibly strong. While it was no Arcosian tail, it could still throw out quite the surprise when someone got caught off guard by it. “Walker.” Toma began, looking to his wooden ally. “What brought you to Namek, if I may ask?” He didn’t want to intrude if Walker didn’t feel like sharing -- he could understand the sentiment of keeping something private, especially given Walkers previous… episodes.
If Toma were a more petty man, he might not have forgiven Walker for killing Articho. A topic he wished to discuss -- not to chastise the wooden warrior of course, but simply to get his facts straight. His encounter with Celmaru had gotten him thinking -- after he had calmed down of course -- about how he didn’t know what happened on Konats with Walker and Articho. All he knew was Walker said he killed him, but he didn’t know the circumstances.
And given what their previous meeting had been, Toma had understanably been a little bias in his rage-fueled outburst against the hybrid. Truthfully Toma ment no harm -- he usually never did, but Celmaru had successfully gotten a rise out of the Hermit. A feat in itself, truly.
Toma would patiently await Walkers answer, regardless of what it may be.
A personal question? Well, that was ominous, but whatever. He would deal with that later. He was uncertain how to categorize Toma, currently. He was trying to begin anew, to truly understand his previous choices and consider them, but there were certain things he remained unchanged on, such as the fact that people like Plato and Arias could not be allowed to continue living, to be given chances to escape and return. Folding his hands, he nodded once, waiting for Toma to continue.
Ah. Why was he here? He supposed that made sense.
"I am here because I needed time to think. The wish on the dragonballs, the removal of the chaos... I needed time away to decide who I am. I sought wisdom from the Guru of Namek, and now, to ensure Namek has it's own protection. What other paths I will take, I have not yet decided." Leaning forward, he looked over at Toma.
"I have a question. You were there, on that day above Vegeta. I have since decided that my plan may have been unwise, there were too many risks. However, having thought it through if it had succeeded, I must ask your opinion on it." He gestured, forming a small image of the planet above his hand. "I gave an option to flee, but it was more of a chance at redemption. You see, my plan was to destroy it, and then use the Dragonballs."
Staring at the image, he closed his fist, the illusion vanishing in his talons. "The wish would have brought back Vegeta, and everyone who died on it and had been judged good in the afterlife. In one stroke, a planet with it's evil torn out. It may well have prevented much of what followed, though for good or for ill I cannot now say." Leaning back, he looked upwards. "My question is, why would such an idea be condemned? Do people distrust King Yenma, a being I have stood before? Do they think that it is better to fight piecemeal against invasions? To spare crazed murderers, or allow powerful foes to flee when the risks are so high?" Focusing on Toma, his eyes closed for a second. "If the heroes of Earth proclaim to hate evil so much, why would they balk at a chance to considerably lessen it, with certainty as to the judgement. Was it fear of a mistake... or is there a greater flaw in the ideals of the Z-Fighters?"
Toma quirked a brow as Walker explained his reasoning for being on Vegeta -- had the wish upon the dragon balls affected him in some way? Toma didn't really see why it would, though in his defense he had only met Walker a handful of times previously. Perhaps if he knew the Crane Master on a more personal level, he might be able to help him in a greater manner, but as it stood Toma was simply someone watching from the sidelines while Walker worked things out himself.
Toma let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and leaning back into his chair as Walker addressed him with his question. The plan sounded, well, sound, at first. Ripping the wickedness right out of a planet might sound good to someone with little experience with people -- which Walker had been at the time. Though... Toma hadn't known about Walkers plan. And even if he had, he still wouldn't have agreed with it.
"Well..." Toma began, opening his onyx eyes once more, setting his eyes upon the glowing slits that Walker took for his own. "Your plan, at first glance, seems sound." He began, recalling his time with Kaula and Athren, both beings that had visited the afterlife. "But... killing someone. Ending their life. That's a tragedy, regardless of whom it is. I'll agree, there are many beings in this universe that must be put down, but..." He said, trailing off as he continued to think.
"Saiyans are not inherently evil, in my opinion. I mean, just look at myself and my wife. There are plenty of good people on Vegeta -- Saiyans considered weak by the vast majority of their race. They live happy lives away from the battlefield with their families. But ripping those families apart, tearing them from this mortal world without their want or consent... that creates hatred. And hatred breeds war. And war breeds more killing and more hatred. An endless cycle. That's why war is so tragic. To be victorious means to make victims of your opponents which only breeds more hatred." "I know not who this King Yenma is, and I have no right to weigh in on what decisions they make, but we're not even sure if the Dragon Balls could wish only those judged to be "good" by him back. I have little experience with the Dragon Balls, so I might be incorrect, but if peace is to be truly achieved it must be done without wanton destruction. Any peace forced upon someone against their will will only be temporary."
Waiting until Toma had finished, Walker nodded for a moment. "I can respect your opinion, even if you do not totally agree with it. Death is a tragedy for most. For people like us... it's an inconvenience, a prison one can escape with sufficient effort. I have died. I returned to the living world mere days after I had reason to. I know of a bio-android who has been killed three times. There is a traitorous Saiyaness who has been killed twice now, and if she has revived again, she has had the sense to stop wreaking havoc and live quietly."
"I do not believe the Saiyans are inherently evil. It may create hatred, yes. However..." He turned to look at Toma. "Prior to that incident, I was an unknown. I was not associated with Earth, or anyone. If I had to take the hatred of the universe onto my shoulders, and spend the rest of my existence in the afterlife, that seems a cheap price to pay." Sighing, he folded his hands. "I do not totally understand the typical attitude toward death. You retain your mind, and you exist eternally. You only have something to fear if you deserve hell, and even then, it is more bleak than truly painful." Shrugging, he looked over at Toma.
"Either way, what is past is past. I have quite literally gone to hell since, and been reborn. Back on track" Looking at Toma more directly, he tilted his head. "So, what brought you here? You said you have something to discuss with me?"