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Post by Dilva on Jan 29, 2017 3:21:35 GMT
Dilva had actually managed to live comfortably for a while. Having an apartment to sleep in was nice, in between the more...interesting parts of his life. His encounters were bizarre, as usual. Though, he had gotten pretty strong because of it! 10,000 PL...it had been a hard journey, but he had made progress! Even if it was just a little. Though, he couldn't help but notice he STILL had next to no muscle mass. He supposed that power mostly came from his Ki. He was horrible at fighting, but he was slightly better with energy. All of it was meaningless that day though. All he had really accomplished was buying a pizza, and flopping out on his bed to watch T.V. He really, really had nothing better to do, than be wimpy, and do wimpy things.
Or at least, until a certain commercial came on."Hey you! Wimpy, wimpy, wimpy! 'Oh I'm a little weak baby' are you too wimpy to work out? Are you built like a NERD?" Dilva jumped at the harsh tone of the commercial, and tilted his head. Wow! It was just like his Dad's training!
"Maybe?" Dilva replied, a little uncomfortably...well, that was new. He was talking to a television. That was probably the first sign of insanity, or something. Maybe Earth had finally broken him.
"Well now you can have muscles too! With Oozaru arms! You just gotta inflate them! And for the ladies..." Dilva was a little bit unnerved as the already hairy...whatever those were...grew hairier. "Hairy! I used to be a dorky little actor until I got Oozaru arms, but now I'm a huge jerk! So order now wimp!" The commercial ended, and Dilva simply stared as El amor prohibido de los Saiyajin y Terrícolas came back on. WELL! Looked like he had a reason to go out today anyway. He had to buy those in case he needed to intimidate someone!
Dilva made it downtown quickly enough, and started looking for...well, he had no clue what sort of store would even stock something like that! It seemed like he had a lot of looking to do...though, most realistically, they'd be in a joke shop.
Hell, if he wasn't careful he could even become an actual Oozaru during the night.
((PL: 10,492))
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Post by Gira on Jan 29, 2017 4:43:17 GMT
Gira sat on a streetside bench downtown and began chowing down on her corn dog. Kaci had just left. The two decided to spend their day off shopping downtown. As was normally the case, that meant Kaci was doing some shopping and Gira would sit outside the dressing room with a book and something tasty to eat while her friend tried on clothes for hours. Not that Gira actually minded. Kaci had to sit through plenty of things Gira wanted to do that she probably found boring.
Plus, the half-Saiyan brunette was always pretty good at entertaining herself. As she finished her corn dog and tossed the stick in a nearby garbage can, she caught a most curious sight. There was a man walking by her. He seemed... almost unremarkable, save for one thing hanging loosely at his back; a tail. Gira awkwardly stood there and watched as the man passed her by. When the girl finally got a hold of herself, she approached the man and tapped on his shoulder.
That was when she realized she had no clue how to say what she wanted to say. To avoid the inevitable awkwardness, Gira simply choked out; "So! You have a tail, I see." She internally slapped herself, then corrected her statement. "Um, I don't see many people with tails out. You wouldn't, uh, happen to be a Saiyan, would you?" Gira figured that line was better than her previous one and decided to leave it at that. She didn't want to mess this up. She might be able to get some answers now. She wanted to meet a Saiyan ever since she learned what they were and that her father was one. Perhaps this guy knew her father? Probably not. It wasn't like all the Earthlings knew each other.
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Post by Dilva on Jan 29, 2017 5:07:02 GMT
Dilva stopped when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Oh no. Was someone going to make more monkey jokes at him? They were a little amusing at first, but then they just got a bit hurtful. He already detested his unfortunate transformation. He turned around...and then he blinked. "Yes, I do. Is that a problem?" He was absolutely certain this was going to be an issue, and was surprised it didn't "Um...indeed I am. My name is Dilva, and until...recent events, I have been living on Vegeta." He shrugged. Though, he HAD seen several people on the planet with animal tails. Admittedly, none with Monkey elements, but still! Odds were he would have no clue who her Father was. He rarely gave other Saiyans the time of day, and on top of that, he was usually fully concentrated on his inventing work.
"Look, if you want to know if Saiyans really become Giant Monkeys while the full moon is out, it's true. And quite annoying. I'd lob my tail off, if I could." Pride prevented him from doing something so completely dumb, rather than his own intelligence. They grew back, but going tail-less for a while didn't exactly appeal to him. Especially since it'd likely be next by the next full moon anyway, meaning he'd essentially just be chopping a limb off for nothing!
"I detest being rude, but I am literally asked that question once a month here." While the frequency wasn't an exaggeration, Dilva RELISHED being rude. He had a sharp tongue, for someone so laughably weak. It was part of the reason he never payed much mind to other Saiyans. His mouth usually got himself in trouble, and he hadn't quite mastered the art of completely controlling himself when he was annoyed. Partially because he loved it so much. He rarely lost verbal exchanges on Vegeta, at least.
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Post by Gira on Jan 29, 2017 5:35:04 GMT
Gira's eyes widened. Did her question come off as rude? She really hoped she didn't offend the guy. He was from Vegeta too! He was just the Saiyan she had been waiting for. Trying to salvage the situation before she lost her chance to interact more with the guy, she looked around and lowered her voice.
"I'm... a Saiyan too, you know. Well, half. On my father's side. My mom's side is Earthling." Seeing as how she would probably have to provide some evidence as to her heritage, she looked around once more. "I can... I can prove it too. I'm not supposed to do this. My mom would kill me if she knew, but..." Gira began fiddling around with her pant leg, wincing once the slow, quiet sound of tape being taken off was heard. Gira dug in the back of her jeans after that before turning out of view of anyone but Dilva and pulling her tail out. She kept it out just long enough for him to see before wrapping it around her waist and pulling her jacket around her so that her tail would be harder to see.
"I hope that convinced you if you were having any doubts. Taking that tape off without warm water really hurt." She rubbed the spot on her tail where the tape was. It now had significantly less hair. "I'm sorry to just approach you like this. I've never met a Saiyan before. Let alone one from Vegeta. My dad's still there as far as I know. His name is Karnt. Have you met him before?" Even though she knew the man probably hadn't met her father, she couldn't resist asking. Even though her mom told her a lot about the Saiyans, Gira felt like she left out her father a lot from those stories.
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Post by Edoma on Jan 29, 2017 5:40:35 GMT
[Thread PL: 58,014. HW: 14,503]
“What in the actual hell is this garbage!” the teen shouted, fuming at a very odd flyer he received from a nearby street light. He held a pink sheet of paper, reading the words ‘Oozaru Arms! Release your inner beast! Stop being a wimp!’ This left the teen with several questions, first and foremost being what is a ‘Oozaru Arms’ and did he even want to know?
“I swear I ought to ‘release my inner beast’ on whoever made this!” Edoma yelled to himself. Coincidentally it was a full moon that night, so this threat could easily become a reality, not to mention with his recent training, he would be fully aware of any carnage he’d bring with him, then sleep like a baby, all as the great ape itself. The young hybrid continued fuming to himself, determined to find the person responsible for this, and either A. Calmly ask what this product even was. B. Give the fool a piece of his mind. Or C. the most likely option should neither of the first two work, proceed to go literal ape shit on the poor sap.
However, Edoma was snapped from his enraged stupor when he noticed another tailed person across the way from him. Make that two, as the woman he was talking with tried discreetly to show off her own furred appendage, before quickly hiding it again for some strange reason. Without a doubt, they were indeed saiyans or at least had saiyan blood, which was always a welcome sight, though especially now given the circumstances. That being said, neither of them really had any other saiyan traits that he could readily spot from a distance, though the female of the two did have black hair, but since he couldn’t see her face, it was possible her eyes could be a different color. Still, perhaps they knew a thing or two about what was going on with this so called ‘Oozaru Arms.’
“Hey you two!” he called as he cut across the street to them. “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything, but would either of you happen to know what the hell this thing is?” queried the teen as he held up the ‘Oozaru Arms’ flyer. Normally he’d be a bit more reserved, however, he was too eager to get his questions answered.
((OOC: TAIL PARTY!!! WOOO!!!))
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Post by Dilva on Jan 29, 2017 6:04:44 GMT
Dilva blinked, then tilted his head, confused. "You're...Saiyan? My apologies. I didn't intend to speak so...harshly." Oh, crap. He had mouthed off to another Saiyan, probably one far stronger than him! A high class warrior, more than likely! He USUALLY managed to be 'nice' to THEM! He really didn't mean it! Yes, she would believe that! "I assume you're here on important business. I would love to say I'm here for the same, however I have been the victim of an unfunny 'prank'. None of my contacts will answer my calls. No-one has even bothered to look for me in the...two years I have been on this planet! I must be behind on all my work by now...or Fired. I was head of an R&D Division, but I assume they replaced me...wait...half?" Dilva tilted his head. No...that couldn't be right! There was no such thing as a HALF a Saiyan, was there? There was a trashy soap opera about Human/Saiyan Romance, it couldn't be an actual thing. "...I have met no Saiyan by that name. I'm sorry. I only really knew a few Saiyans. As a Low-Class 'Warrior' I decided it would be better to try and keep my head down around most of the population of Vegeta." He admitted. He felt a little bad, even if he had never heard of Saiyans and Humans having offspring before. His area of expertise was more...technological.
Oh. Another Saiyan. Two in one day? Odd. "Those are Oozaru arms. A device made by humans to imitate a Saiyan's muscular arms, with an unfortunate reminder of what might happen tonight for a name. Apparently they're just balloons." He couldn't reveal his intentions of buying a pair to use to flex in front of a mirror with. Dilva's lack of any real Saiyan traits was obvious, honestly. A pure Saiyan without at least SLIGHTLY spiky hair was an odd thing. Match that with his slightly lighter than normal hair color, and build, and...well.
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Post by Gira on Jan 29, 2017 8:52:12 GMT
Gira tried to interject when Dilva assumed she was a full-blooded Saiyan. It seemed he heard her, however, and was quite surprised to learn she had a human parent as well as a Saiyan parent. The circumstances of her birth must not be very common over there. More importantly, it appeared he had never met her father. That tidbit disappointed her a little bit, but not completely. She was interacting with a Saiyan.
One of her goals in life had been met today, so that was enough for her to chalk this up as a win. Anything else was just gravy. Her goal was met twice over today, it seemed, because another tailed person approached them. He appeared to be questioning them about an "Oozaru Arms" flier he had in his hand. "I've seen it on TV a few times. It doesn't really seem... my style."
Gira smiled and looked down at her own arms. They were lean and muscular, but not super beefy like they would be if she tried those things. For a moment, the 5'3" girl pictured herself in a pair of Oozaru arms. Stifling a giggle, she decided to introduce herself to the two. "I'm Gira! It's nice to meet you." She bowed politely to the half-Saiyan that just showed up.
"And you as well." She repeated her bow to Dilva. She was nothing if not polite. Her mother taught her that first impressions were very important. Her first impression with Dilva was less than ideal, but she hoped to fix that with a proper introduction.
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Post by Edoma on Jan 29, 2017 21:18:23 GMT
“Oh…” Edo breathed, slightly taken aback. That was without a doubt the most polite greeting he ever received from one of his kind. “Well, it’s uh, nice to meet you as well.” The teen replied, confused. Confusion aside, it was a nice refreshing change to receive such a kind gesture. The young hybrid took a moment to examine the two closer before speaking again. He certainly found it odd that, with him being on the leaner side of his dominant race, was in fact the most bulky of the three of them. Neither of them really stood out as saiyans, in fact if Gira hadn’t ‘flashed’ her tail, Edoma could have been convinced she were human easily. Really the only other saiyan like traits were her hair and eyes. Dilva on the other hand was a complete anomaly, the hair was wrong, while brown wasn’t an unheard of color, it wasn’t spiked at all, and his muscles seemed nonexistent, his only trait being his tail. To b fair Edoma had a variation as well, with him having his mother’s olive green eyes, instead of his dad’s charcoal spheres. The two both looked young, maybe close to his own age. Their power levels didn’t stand out much either, the male of the two’s coming close to the teen’s own weighed down power. It didn’t bother him though, really they were both well above the average human.
“My name is Edoma, but Edo works just fine.” He introduced to the two, “If you don’t mind me asking,” he queried, diverting more attention to Gira, “From the sounds of it, you’re not from Vegeta, are you?” He couldn’t help himself from asking, she appeared to be a full blooded saiyan to the young half breed, but from what she said and how she acted, something about the situation just seemed odd.
“Oh wait that’s right,” he stammered, remember his former fury. “This nonsense!” he grumbled, looking back at the flyer. “Know where I could find a set? Not that I really need them.” He said in a half joke, waving his tail around. “I’d just like to place a complaint.”
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Post by Dilva on Jan 29, 2017 23:47:58 GMT
"I'm Dilva." He offered far more casually by comparison. No bows needed...mostly because he'd look dumb doing one. He was pretty tall. "That's where I found out about them too...on T.V...sadly, I haven't the slightest clue where one might go to actual obtain a set. None of the stores around here seem like the right sort of places...may I suggest a joke shop instead? That seems like it would be a good place to start, at the very least. I admit, I think I would look stupid with those things on." He shrugged. He had to pretend not to be interested in the slightest...especially since the new arrival didn't exactly seem happy about their existence...though, really, Dilva was HEAVILY considering buying more parts. Tinkering always spoke to him like that...but no...he had gone out for a very, very specific reason that day.
Dilva's lack of spikes in his hair had always been a somewhat sensitive topic. His Father always insisted that it would be fine, so long as he was a strong fighter. Which, of course, had no chance in hell of actually happening. He had only seen one or two other Saiyans in passing with non-spiked hair. It was really not helping the confidence issues he totally didn't have. "...are YOU from Vegeta?" Dilva asked, head slowly tilting to the side. Now that he had met ONE half human...he was starting to wonder about...well, pretty much every Saiyan he had ever met. This...was strange information to deal with. And also something he could have easily already known about if he had studied biology a little bit more. He had simply assumed Humans and Saiyans to be incompatible, beforehand. "A non-violent one, hopefully? I do not believe violent complaints are looked upon favorably on Earth. They have laws for that sort of thing." And he wasn't really interested in helping beat someone up.
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Post by Gira on Jan 30, 2017 21:02:49 GMT
Gira raised her eyebrow. The new arrival seemed to be very upset by the Oozaru Arms flier. The brunette didn't really understand why. She thought they were a little ridiculous and probably didn't work the way they were shown to in the commercials, but she also thought that the ridiculousness gave them a small amount of charm. At least enough to give one to a friend as a gag gift... or to buy for oneself out of curiosity.
The half-Saiyan didn't have a need for them, really, but Gira was never one to resist buying something just because she didn't need it. On top of that, The image of her with hairy, muscular arms was too funny for her not to try them out. She just hoped they weren't too expensive. Seeing as how Edoma and Dilva wanted to find where they were sold too, albeit for different reasons, she figured she'd tag along with them.
Gira clapped her hands together and grinned. "We should find where they sell them! Edo can file his nonviolent complaint, I can see if those things really work like they do on TV, and Dilva can..." Gira turned to Dilva before realizing that she didn't know why he wanted to find where they were sold. "Um... why did you want to find them again?" Gira tried her best to make friends with the two. She never met another half-blooded Saiyan, let alone a full-blooded one and a half-blooded less than five minutes apart.
She figured that on Earth at least, Saiyans had to stick together. She wasn't sure how many of her kind there were on the planet. Meeting these two really had her second guessing her previous conclusion that they were rare. Perhaps they were far more common than she thought? In any case, Earthlings (though Gira considered herself to be 100% one of them) didn't look too kindly on Saiyans, which was all the more reason for them to be friends.
Almost as though Gira had not thought of her destructive transformation yet, she looked at her watch nervously. They still had time. At least, long enough to find where they sold those things, then for her to buy them and get home... she hoped.
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Post by Edoma on Jan 30, 2017 23:24:48 GMT
The teen gave Dilva a down trodden look. “Yes I know, I learned that the hard way my first day on this planet. I just intend to scare, or educate them a bit, hopefully without any real ‘Oozaru Arms’ being involved.” Having been raised on Vegeta, Edoma had a string pride for his race, and saw the whole thing as insulting. That being said, he would be thoroughly surprised if they were remotely accurate, then all that would be bothering the young hybrid would be his pride, but even he knew when he was being prideful just for the sake of being so.
Then Gira brought up an interesting point, why WAS Dilva looking for these arms, certainly a scrawny man like himself could tell that he would look utterly ridiculous with large beefy arms, and really anyone would look strange if they were actual giant ape arms. “Good point, why are you looking for these things?” Edoma tried to pry the information out of him by stating his own full intentions. “You already know I’m trying to find them so I can place, I guess earthlings would call it a ‘racial complaint?’ and it sounds like Gira wants to see how they actually work, correct me if I’m wrong.” Edo glanced at the sky, not having any functioning watch. “Pretty coincidental timing too, there could be some actual Oozaru arms swinging around.” He thought aloud. The sun still had plenty of time before it would disappear from the horizon, but it would still be proceeded by the full moon, complete with Blutz Waves.
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Post by Dilva on Jan 31, 2017 2:45:15 GMT
Dilva blinked a little, but was easily able to think of a, hopefully convincing, lie. "I intend to study a set thoroughly, and see what sort of benefit making inflatable arms would even have. I doubt that humans would use such a thing as weaponry, but after a few...interesting...encounters with this world's inhabitants, I've come to the conclusion I have absolutely NO clue what a human would or wouldn't do. There are all sorts of interesting things on this planet. Strange Bubblegum creatures named Majins, actual Androids..." The fact that they were among some of his more tame encounters on Earth had not slipped past his notice. At least he had a general idea of what to expect on Vegeta, but there was always something new here...it was somewhat disconcerting, really!
"Yes...as I have yet to study how to CONTROL the beast, it would probably be best not to be out at night...Learning to control it would require me being interested enough in the transformation, however. Closing the curtains does just as well." He had read about Saiyans who had found some way to control themselves as Apes...or at least, stop themselves from destroying entire mountains. Simply MOST of a mountain instead. While such an ability could be useful if he happened to be getting beat up at a certain time of the month, he had too much pride to rely on that form for anything. He was quite devoted to Brains over Brawn.
"Looking for a set together isn't a bad idea, I must admit. I see no reason not to, at least. There's something to be said about numbers, I suppose." And these two weren't the WORST company he'd had. After how long he had gone being bored out of his mind, and building useless things that he immediately threw away...he could go for a change of pace. At least for now. "So. Where do you believe we should look first. Either of you have any clue? It's hard to describe such an item...even when this planet has descriptions for pretty much all of it's useless objects..." Yes. The lie was perfect! No-one would suspect his true intentions for looking for them now! It was brilliant, brilliant, BRILLIANT!
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Post by Gira on Jan 31, 2017 5:23:34 GMT
Gira tilted her head at Dilva as he gave her his response. She didn't really get it. They were an obvious joke item, no benefit at all. In fact, the way they were advertised, one could make a case against this company for false advertisement. Still, Gira was the sort to take things of this nature lightly, so she didn't pry any further. "Good enough for me." She smiled at him and looked around when Dilva asked where they would begin looking for that sort of thing.
"Well, you mentioned a joke shop earlier? That's as good a place to start as any." Gira knew of a few joke shops in the city, but only ever visited one; Mr. Acksey's Wondrous Emporium. She had been in there a few times to buy gifts and the owner was really nice, so she figured that would be the best place to start. They were pretty close to it too, just a couple blocks away.
That was when Gira heard Dilva mention that he hadn't yet learned how to control his transformation, and that there were others who could. Gira wondered what he meant by that? Were there people out there who could transform at will? How was that even possible? Maybe there were people who could control their transformed selves? That sounded more likely.
Regardless, Gira filed that away to ask about later. They had a ridiculous toy to hunt down! Turning to both of her companions, she brought up the shop she knew about. "You guys ever hear of Mr. Acksey's Wondrous Emporium? It's a little shop a couple of blocks away. They sell lots of stuff like what we're looking for."
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Post by Edoma on Jan 31, 2017 23:50:06 GMT
The teen nodded his head in agreement, Dilva had a very fair point. This planet certainly was unpredictable at times, as it seemed to be some sort of melting pot for all sorts of alien races, some of which Edo had never even seen, including Majins until recently. He then mentioned the ability to control the Oozaru, something Dilva proclaimed to either have yet to do, or simply didn’t care. This brought a small cocky chuckle from Edoma. “Controlling the transformation certainly isn’t easy.” He added, not wanting to mention that he was among the people who have. “I could understand why closing the curtains or keeping your head down would be a safer choice on this planet, the power boost is nice, but it is quite damaging to the surroundings.
The young hybrid then brought his attention to Gira. “A what shop?” Being from Vegeta, Edoma also didn’t know all of earth’s little quirks. “Please tell me that’s not a place where you buy knock knock jokes or something.” He almost pleaded with the girl. He figured this was not the case, seeing as how the Turtle School he heard about was confirmed to Not be an academy for turtles. “Well regardless, it’s not every day you meet a fellow saiyan, let alone two at a time. So I think searching in a group would be a great idea. In exchange I will, try to keep an open mind.”
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Post by Dilva on Feb 1, 2017 3:07:54 GMT
"Yes...and also I prefer to wake up knowing exactly what happened the night before. This planet is weird enough without holes in my memory." Dilva huffed. Avoiding the moonlight was a real hassle, especially when he spent a large amount of his time homeless. He really needed to look into finding a permanent place to stay soon. He had no issues with living outdoors, but a home was starting to seem more and more practical. "Controlling it would be a waste of time for me, I think. I'm not exactly the best when it comes to the whole 'fighting' thing." He admitted. He would stick with his usual Full Moon plans. He had nothing to do at night time, anyway.
"A joke shop sells a variety of various silly objects. That is why I said it would be a good place to look. None of them serve any use other than being massively confusing, and generally useless. And...sometimes just disgusting I suppose? And if they actually sell these items, irritating as well." Dilva mused. Who would even MAKE something like that? Who had enough free time to make something so obviously stupid...besides Dilva. But he didn't make joke items! Just normal random garbage. "Anyway, unless anyone has any sort of better idea of where we could find these things, I suppose we're starting at the joke shop. I've never been in that one specifically, but the one I have been in isn't even in this city. It was a generally boring affair, anyway. It was small, and everything was so close it was hard to move..." He shook his head. He would decide to believe it would be better this time. It was just easier that way. "Gira, was it? Mind leading the way? I imagine you would know this city best...especially since you knew the place existed in the first place!"
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