Why my Pod?(Sansho) Mar 14, 2017 20:36:56 GMT
Post by Brace on Mar 14, 2017 20:36:56 GMT
Current PL: 2,939
As he moved forward, leaning forward, and bracing against the sandstorm with one hand held out, his face and neck covered for once, not by any armor, but by goggles and scarf, he couldn't help but think about what had ended up leading to this moment. After he had first arrived on Earth, he had been helped out with his old, worn out pod—The only one he had at the moment, and, currently his only potential way off of the planet in the future-not only by a couple of members of the crew whose ship he had travelled to Earth on, but, by a seemingly pleasant storage owner, who had allowed him to rent storage for what seemed to be a pretty cheap price! However, one day, when he had come back to the storage to check on his pod, he had ended up finding out just why the storage was so affordably cheap: Because, apparently the security that it had going for it was utterly, and unbelievably crap, which, after he had first found out, believed was the reason that the storage unit he had rented had been torn open like toilet paper.
Although, it turned out, that it hadn't actually been as simple as that. According to the storage owner, the thief had left a message. A holographic message, to be accurate. And, when the Arcosian played it, it turned out that the one who had stolen his ship was a blue, toned, blonde Brenchian male, with blonde eyes, green hair, and some sort of black flight jacket. He definitely did not possess the fashion sense of those in the Saiyan and Arcosian empires, to say the least. In the message, the thief had been rude, boastful, and arrogant, claiming that the pod's previous owner was stupid, he was going to sell the pod to make enough money to get a fortune from some sort of Fortuneteller he had heard about, and, mockingly told him that there was nothing he could do about it, whether or not he was a 'Saiyan Monkey', a stupid 'Slug Freak', or one of those moronic, prissy 'Icebiters', or something else. And, well, after hearing all of that slang directed at him, especially the 'Icebiters' one, he knew he had to do his best to try and find his pod, and, if he could, beat the stupid, smug-looking face off of that stupid thief.
Despite not knowing where to look at first, he found that there was supposedly a fortuneteller living in a desert back in ancient times. However, most people honestly doubted that they were even still around anymore, and, it was the strong belief of most people who knew about it, that most of the people who thought that the fortuneteller still lived there, and could get a hundred percent accurate fortune from them if they paid enough, were probably insane, foolish, or both. Still, it was his pod. It was one of his belongings that was stolen, and, he couldn't just let the thief get away like that under any circumstance. And, if he was right, the thief was probably likely enough to have his own hideout in the desert, as well as foolishly store Brace's pod there. So, he bought himself some goggles and a scarf for the unyielding desert weather, as well as a couple of waterskins filled to the brim, so that he wouldn't get dehydrated from the journey he had ahead of him.
He had tried flying through the desert, at first, but, heavy sandstorms soon started raging, and after he found himself crashing into the sand the first time, he decided it would be much better to try on foot. He usually got a break whenever the sandstorms subsided, but, that didn't seem too often this week. After a couple of days of travel, he was wondering if he would ever find this thief. The bastard was probably cunning enough to know some sort of ki hiding technique. That's probably why he couldn't find or sense him at all! So, as soon as the next sandstorm went away, he took a swig of water, then continued. An hour later, he was looking enough to find a nice oasis, surrounded by plenty of grass, tress, and other flora! Pulling his goggles up, he went over to the water, and cupped some with his hand, and took in a mouthful. It was fresh! He stuck his head in, and started drinking it right from the source. He then refilled both of his waterskins, and then moved to sit underneath the shade of a palm, sighing gratefully. It was probably good that he had stuck to his suppressed form so far while he was on the planet, because he wasn't exactly sure he would have enough shade otherwise.
"Ahhhhhh~ I honestly have to admit, while this planet does have its faults, it definitely has its strong points~ ...Although-" He huffed a bit. "It would be much better if there weren't people who didn't do things like this, but, honestly, that's pretty accurate of most planets and peoples in the known galaxy. For all the people who try to earn a living through legitimate business, there are those who try to steal and cheat. ..." After a few moments of thought, he then hummed a bit, as something popped into his mind. "Maybe if it was a bit more organized, and a lot less crazy, crime could at least be somewhat tolerable here. ...Hmmmmmm. You know, I honestly wonder how much- Wait, no." He shook his head firmly. "No. At the very least, I shouldn't be thinking about this right now. I should be thinking about getting my pod back, and dealing out the perfect punishment to the thief who took it..."
After a half hour's break, he stood up, and was about to continue, when, all of a sudden- Was that a strong power level he felt in the area...? It couldn't be the thief, could it? No, the thief was probably still suppressing his energy to hide from any who would heavily object to what he had done. In that case, though, who could it possibly be...?