Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2015 11:28:04 GMT
A giant Namekian, nearly ten feet tall stood over a patch of land he owned right up against the side of his house. He crouched down low over a set of sprouts up against the side of his house and sighed as his shadow covered the little Senzu Bean plants he owned. Clutching his fists tightly he could see his sprouts were far too dry and starting to wilt and practically tip over. This, as a Senzu Bean farmer, was extremely bad for him and business but as he reached his right hand down and fingered the soil between his fingers, he only felt a dusty, gritty feeling along his fingertips.
“I cannot believe this,” he muttered, “My soil’s losing its alacrity.” Had his father Gastro still been alive he would have not been happy with his son because in the last few years of his twenty-seven year old life he had come to find that he was quickly not suited to his father’s work in only three months time.
The soil, although he watered it regularly, was dying on him and he was not sure what to do about it. He could reinvest in maintaining its nutrients by importing new soil from a different region of the planet or off world, but as he sat there, he felt that might take him too long. The Maima Islands were a good distance from the mainland and unlike other Namekians in the rich growing farmland; he had no transportation either. His father unfortunately had not gotten to teaching him more about the combat maneuvers of Namekians and the all important abilities they had in terms of flying, so unless he took to asking a friend a favor, which he had few of, he would not be getting that soil he desperately needed to change out his old soil with.
“I think it’s time to hand in the towel,” Pod stated as he stood to his full height and shuffled across the ground back to his front door. “I need to do what I have not thought of doing in years and leave this place, just for a bit, maybe until some rain comes during the rainy season. Then I can come back and see how my plants are doing. Hopefully, an off-world trip will not take a long time.”
He hoped this would not be long a trip but as he headed into house and grabbed a small white capsule from a circular table with a dragon symbol on it he knew had to use this, his father’s spaceship he spent long years building. Therefore, he took it with him outside, found a large space, and clicked the button on the top of it before throwing it. Apparently, the item named a dyno-capsule was technology from Earth and at the click of a button stored things his father told him once and if he threw it the thing inside could come out when it exploded in a puff of smoke as it hit the ground though Pod had to shield his eyes from the white smoke emitted.
After this cleared though a giant metal ball with a glass window sat in front of him, this item, a Saiyan space pod was an refitted for him to travel in by enlarging its entire frame to fourteen feet around Pod could just barely climb into it and sit down. This allowed him to still have all the control gears necessary for him fly it. He would go through the motions of turning it on by climbing in it and starting it up and once that was ready took to strapping himself in. It was time for a bumpy ride hopefully though his ship was going to make it to the planet called Earth. Why was he going there instead of the local lands of his people for soil? Simply because he needed, the best the universe had to offer him. And so he took off without fear on his first space voyage ever.
“I cannot believe this,” he muttered, “My soil’s losing its alacrity.” Had his father Gastro still been alive he would have not been happy with his son because in the last few years of his twenty-seven year old life he had come to find that he was quickly not suited to his father’s work in only three months time.
The soil, although he watered it regularly, was dying on him and he was not sure what to do about it. He could reinvest in maintaining its nutrients by importing new soil from a different region of the planet or off world, but as he sat there, he felt that might take him too long. The Maima Islands were a good distance from the mainland and unlike other Namekians in the rich growing farmland; he had no transportation either. His father unfortunately had not gotten to teaching him more about the combat maneuvers of Namekians and the all important abilities they had in terms of flying, so unless he took to asking a friend a favor, which he had few of, he would not be getting that soil he desperately needed to change out his old soil with.
“I think it’s time to hand in the towel,” Pod stated as he stood to his full height and shuffled across the ground back to his front door. “I need to do what I have not thought of doing in years and leave this place, just for a bit, maybe until some rain comes during the rainy season. Then I can come back and see how my plants are doing. Hopefully, an off-world trip will not take a long time.”
He hoped this would not be long a trip but as he headed into house and grabbed a small white capsule from a circular table with a dragon symbol on it he knew had to use this, his father’s spaceship he spent long years building. Therefore, he took it with him outside, found a large space, and clicked the button on the top of it before throwing it. Apparently, the item named a dyno-capsule was technology from Earth and at the click of a button stored things his father told him once and if he threw it the thing inside could come out when it exploded in a puff of smoke as it hit the ground though Pod had to shield his eyes from the white smoke emitted.
After this cleared though a giant metal ball with a glass window sat in front of him, this item, a Saiyan space pod was an refitted for him to travel in by enlarging its entire frame to fourteen feet around Pod could just barely climb into it and sit down. This allowed him to still have all the control gears necessary for him fly it. He would go through the motions of turning it on by climbing in it and starting it up and once that was ready took to strapping himself in. It was time for a bumpy ride hopefully though his ship was going to make it to the planet called Earth. Why was he going there instead of the local lands of his people for soil? Simply because he needed, the best the universe had to offer him. And so he took off without fear on his first space voyage ever.