Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 2:42:38 GMT
A large wasteland of just rock and mountain. A sky full of light blue and harsh yellow rays that beamed down ruthlessly. It was extremely hot where Caesar was, and the walking made it all the much worse. The kagami warrior hadn't learned the technique to fly yet in the day or so he'd been on Earth, much to his own surprise. It seemed like something that came so naturally to people of his strength level. The slavers at his old planet didn't have as high an energy as the strangely blonde haired kid had, but they could fly like they had been born with the ability.
Maybe that is the key. Does one really learn how to fly, or are they born with the ability?
Caesar was actually upset with himself with the coming of that thought. If he had thought of it sooner he could have asked Chili, the police dog that he had met soon after he landed on the planet Earth. Chili was a patrolman for some faction on Earth who was extremely hyper to do the right thing. Caesar had just been minding his own business when he was accosted by some thugs and dealt with them swiftly. The watchdog had come over proclaiming that the kagami had "done too much" and "used excessive force to the point of death". It was all semantics in Caesar's mind. If it weren't for the fact that the young zoanthrope had been much stronger than Caesar, he would have probably taken out the patrolman as well. The blonde haired boy still didn't know if he should kick himself for that loss, or be proud he stood up to someone of that faction as long as he did. He'd know the answer if it weren't for the fact that he'd never heard of the "Galactic Patrol". They sounded to be some sort of vigilante group operating as through they had the authority of the actual human police. Regardless, the entire situation was strange. After having his ass handed to him, Caesar left the city quietly, which is why he had been traveling for so long to get where he was now.
The kagami had no maps and no way to tell where he was on this new planet. His previous idea of just "feeling the planet out and getting a sense of direction" was very much not working out. The part of Earth he had just been on was very much to his liking in terms of temperature, but this new place was far too hot and he had too little hydration. Although he was a slave and was used to being malnourished, going on day 6 without food or water was definitely tough for the kagami boy. He didn't want to have to just take the next meal he saw regardless of who owned it, but the situation was getting very dire and it appeared that Caesar would have no other choice than to just steel himself and take it. It was getting to the point where Caesar had to struggle to just stay on his feet. He had run out of water a while ago and food even longer before. It was then that he had struck his lucky gold mine.
Peering just over the cliff of a steep plateau that he was currently on, the young kagami could see over the rocks that there was a few homes it appeared, with plenty of farm land as well as what looked like animals to eat. He could easily knock on the doors around and see if any had some food to spare, and if worse came to worse...well...he didn't sense a power level higher than his in the area. Suffice to say, he had been saved whether or not the humans in the area wanted to do any saving of their own.
Taking a slide down on the plateau, he had kept his back curved slightly to slide down easier. On any other day where he had eaten or felt up to his full strength, he could just have jumped down, but the young kagami didn't feel like leaping to an early grave. He would take the safe route and ultimately live longer in this instance. His general life plan of taking down an entire race wasn't quite as safe, but that was the most dangerous plan he had for himself. He also wanted to see himself live until he could give that a go. Once he got close to the bottom, he would bend his legs slightly to absorb the impact. It didn't hurt that much, but he still felt it due to his fatigued state.
"Ow, damn it that hurt. I really need something to eat...why did I take so little before? This Earth is really strange."
Caesar was still very new to the concept of Earth. Whereas his old planet most of the Earth experienced the same weather at the same time, the Earth had separate seasons based on the tilt in its axis. He preferred it the old way, although he really preferred not to be enslaved, so he would take what he could get.
Wiping the dirt specs that had scattered up on his legs and pants when he landed, he also put away his drawn sword as to not scare or worry the locals. The kagami didn't know how to use it well, but it was a weapon regardless, and it felt right to him.
Walking up to the house closest to him and the rocks, he would knock on the door as lightly as he though necessary. After the second knock, he had broken a small chip through the door. Retracting his hand quickly, the blonde haired warrior knew he had probably knocked too hard. Only moments later the door would fling open and a human male would be staring at Caesar. He didn't look very happy.
"Can you tell me why you thought it necessary to put a hole in my door? What the hell do you want?"
Caesar already didn't like the man's tone, but he would forgive it based on the nature of why he was there in the first place.
"I'm sorry to bother, but do you have any spare food? I have been walking for days now and the heat is really getting to me. Some water would also be nice."
The man looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back up at the sword user. He gave a sympathetic look which rose Caesar's hopes.
"You know, that would be nice. You know what else would be nice? A new door. Thanks, jackass."
The human would then slam the door in the kagami's face, the force of it closing actually ripping a slightly larger hole in the door. Caesar would give a huge frown and contemplate destroying the house if it weren't for the other houses in the vicinity. The blonde warrior was very hungry, but he could save his rage for the next house that denied him. Although it wouldn't take much to destroy this place. It was a farm, which was similar to what the kagami had served as a slave on his entire life. It would probably persuade the next house even more if they knew he was the one who got rid of their neigh-
A loud crash. An explosion had occurred somewhere nearby, and it had contained Ki, and it was nothing to sneeze at. It was definitely something that enticed Caesar, a man who had been interested in Ki and energy levels ever since he could start feeling them. He would take off on his feet, running to the area that it seemed to have come from. It was in a basin, a bit lower than the level he was currently on, a small distance away from the houses. Although it was on a lower level, it was only about ten or so feet. Getting a closer glimpse, it appeared that one of the giant beasts that lived in the area had been blown to kingdom come. It's meat and bones still littered the sky before they came crashing down. It was chaos, or so it seemed, until Caesar felt the energy of the man who presumably caused the situation. A man, a far away man, with long hair. Not even suppressing his energy, the kagami warrior could feel it well. It was much higher than his own. Taking a small leap down to the lower field, Caesar would begin a slow walk over to the man who was about 50 meters away. Despite the distance, the kagami would yell to him.
"Hey! That explosion was you, right? That meat looks tasty and I haven't had anything to eat in a long while, could I partake? Would you happened to have any water as well? That would be great!"
The kagami had no choice but to lay his cards on the table. This human was stronger than the bladed warrior, or at least, that was how it felt. Maybe he would show mercy.
The blond kagami would walk closer to the man who had ended the giant beasts of the area. It certainly had to take some power to perform these acts, of this Caesar had no doubts. From the explosions he felt and the bursts of Ki, it was reasonably assumed by the kagami that the man he'd come to face with soon was aware of Ki, and if that was true, he could probably tell that his own was at a higher level than Caesar's own. If it came down to a fight between the two, the kagami could tell the situation wouldn't be on his side. At most, he could only run from the man if things went sour, and Caesar had a way of running into people that could fly while he had the distinct non ability to due so. Regardless, all of this caution was seemingly rendered pointless with the answer to his own questions.
The man had no trouble at all offering up the already cooked animals to the young kagami warrior to eat, as well as some water that he had at his side. The entire deal would seem to good to be true if it weren't for Caesar's own lack of actual food in his stomach. At this point, the boy might as well have been delirious entirely to turn down such an amazing offer. Luckily, he was in no such state. Giving a wide smile, the boy would saunter over to the nearest body of burned flesh and meat. Disregarding manners for the time being, Caesar would rip into the animal as it he was as feral as any beast on the planet. Without even cutting anything off, just with his teeth, the boy would rip and tear the flesh and meat to make it more accessible to his own mouth. It would appear to anyone else as just a constant stream of flesh and muscle pouring into the kagami's gob. It was ugly, uglier than the blond boy might've allowed had he been more fed, but desperate times called for such extreme measures.
After some of the food began to replenish him, he would take a slower time at the process, and begin to use his ki to evenly cut pieces to make less chewing. He was in heaven; the meat being just so perfectly singed to a wonderful rarity, it was as though the man who had killed the beasts intended to also cook them as well.
The man. The water.
Caesar had forgotten entirely about the man and the precious water he possessed, but the former slave wouldn't forget his offer. The water he held at his side was equally Caesars, based on his own words. Something that he needed to now take advantage of, Caesar would turn to the man, getting his first look of him. He had extremely long white hair, as well as a set of...battle armor. Very much like the kind that saiyan's wor-
...
A tail.
"Ooooh no..."
The man clearly had a tail as well as battle armor. On his side he had a glorious container for life's precious need, the liquid flowing water. More importantly, on his chest, he wore battle armor. An immense mix of emotions swirled in the young boys head. Years of slavery and whippings and constant looking down on by the saiyan boys who would come by his hovel would come rushing to his mind. While all this took place, it would only appear as though Caesar was staring a the man...the saiyan.
Do I even take the water? This is clearly a saiyan...a fucking saiyan. It just had to be. Why is a member of the worst race ever in front of me right now.
Caesar would look down at the broken up rocky ground underneath him. His brain still confused as to what to say. Whatever came out of his mouth would no doubt be filled with emotion.
"Listen...you...that tail means you are apart of the worst race of people. The saiyans are people I hate so much. You're offering me water and you've fed me food that was yours when these dumb humans wouldn't. I'll...I'll give you a chance. You're not actually saiyan, right? There is some other race indigenous to Earth with similar tails and suits. Tell me that is true."
Caesar would hate to have to fight someone who had just shown him such kindness, but the saiyan race had taken everything from him, especially his childhood. It just didn't get much bitter than what Caesar was to the saiyans. If the man had announced that he was in fact a saiyan, then Caesar would come at him immediately, jumping slightly upwards into the air to come down throwing a fist from above to the saiyan. If he didn't mention that the statement was true, Caesar would continue to stand there until he'd answer.
The white haired tailed monster had confirmed that he was in fact, a member of Caesar's most hated race. It wasn't a difficult decision to make; the kagami warrior would rush at the first confirmation of this fact and continue with the plan he'd mapped in his head. Rising up in the air a bit and coming down harsh to deliver a punch to the face. It all worked fine, and Caesar had put all his force behind it, but the blow had only knocked the white haired saiyan's head back a bit. It was remarkable, not only the amount of strength the blonde warrior had thought he'd put behind his fist, but also the fact that he now wasn't on his back thirty meters away. The kagami boy could discern that he was in fact weaker than the saiyan in front of him, which made it all the more remarkable that the man didn't throw a punch back. Just standing there, clearly aware that Caesar had punched him, he remained unmoving. It was slightly unnerving, almost as if he didn't need to do anything to just beat the blonde warrior. This required some regrouping.
Taking a quick jump around 20 feet back, the blonde swordsman would stare daggers at the saiyan. His words before being punched came to Caesar slowly, but surely he recalled basically everything he said. He did make a good point, the saiyan in front of him didn't seem like the terrible monkeys that the kagami swordsman had come to know on Vegeta. Those monsters were slave owners, not caring whether or not the people they enslaved had needs or wants in life. It was just that way to them. There were masters and there were slaves. Of course, when it came to being the owner, Caesar would take steps necessary to be that strong of a force. Never again in his life would be allow himself to be weak enough to be a slave. He'd always be on the top, never falling down in the graces of the universe.
Fuck goddesses, fuck the saiyans, fuck the kagami. Fuck. Everything.
His hate and rage building up, his power level would hit it's current limit. Defeating his saiyan in front of him would be the first test of many. He couldn't just stop at one. It would be the entire saiyan race under his heel, and then he'd turn to his own race in disgust.
Gathering his Ki up in a ball and thrusting his arms outwards, the Ki ball would continually gather energy as the kagami warrior spoke.
"You...you know nothing what I've gone through. Your race made me a slave for 30 years. I doubt you've ever even heard of the kagami being free, but I am. I'm a free kagami, and I've come to Earth to liberate it. I will liberate it from every saiyan scum that resides here, and then I'll take my rage to Vegeta and do the same thing there. You have no idea how long I've waited for someone like you to just step in my path here. I'd actually pity you if you knew one tenth of the pain I have. Every day hard labor, whippings, and stale food that your "owner" didn't want. Do you have any idea how us kagami suffer? NO. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW. BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW. BECAUSE YOU DOOOOOON'T!!!"
Caesar's rage would manifest in the form of a large purple beam of energy, spiraling rapidly at the white haired saiyan in front of him. Of course, he had every intention to blow the tailed man off the face of the Earth, but he'd be pretty wiped afterwards. Regardless, it was worth it to the blond warrior if it meant one less saiyan in existence. If it hit, it would do some amount of damage to the saiyan, currently unknown to Caesar as he didn't have the level headedness to bother gauging the man's strength. In reality, the blast would probably be knocked away and cause some destruction to the wasteland. Either way, after the blast was unleashed, the blond haired kagami warrior would fall to his knees from lack of energy.
Walking through the wasteland, peering over to the now destroyed plateau, was Caesar, the blond kagami warrior. He had just been through a most interesting situation involving another man, specifically a saiyan, and the former slave still didn't know how to feel about it. The saiyan race was one that Caesar detested the most, but even more so was a pure blooded saiyan, the likes of which this man he'd met was. By the name of Daika, he was apart of the very faction that was determined to give Caesar a rough time while on Earth, the Galactic Patrol. Although the group pranced around as if they had the authority to do so, in the kagami's eyes, they were nothing more than vigilantes masquerading as an actual police force. Were it not for the ever present fact that the two he'd met so fair were stronger than him, he'd have beaten the two within an inch of their lives.
It excited him, the prospect of battle, but he hadn't won against anyone he considered an actual opponent. The lifeforms that Caesar had the pleasure of fighting were either bottom of the barrel average humans whom were slaughtered, and the people who had stopped him, battling under the pretense of justice. It would be so sickening if the kagami swordsman hadn't already assumed this would be the case around the word. The "hero" comes in to fight when it's convenient or would get them something out of it, and the "villain" either gets away, having his crime be either too big, or easy enough to topple. In either case, its just convenient for the good guys. Where were these "hero's" when Caesar was a slave for 30 years? Where were they when his mother was killed just for being a woman and being pregnant? Their probably wasn't a drop of justice for a million miles away from Caesar. Just as he gets to Earth he sees all of these people don a mask and act as though they know right from wrong?
Fuck that.
The blond kagami was very spiteful, especially due to his upbringing. Of course it wasn't fair what happened, but now Caesar had determined that he would take it upon himself to be "justice". It would be a matter of perspective, one that probably only Caesar could see, but it mattered to him. The world that he saw himself in towards the future, it was something only he could do for himself and everyone.
The truth of another matter was, that the saiyan Daika had confused the young kagami more than anyone else had. He was a saiyan, pureblooded, but he was a complete opposite to what Caesar knew to be a tailed monkey. it was almost as if Daika had grown to know exactly what the stereotype of his race was, and actively worked to be the opposite. He was a rather nice individual, actually saving the kagami warrior by offering him the meat he'd just finished cooking while Caesar had been starved for the past few days. The former slave could have felt himself slipping away into the afterworld but here was this man who was supposed to have even more hate in his body than Caesar, but he was kind. The entire memory was something that he'd prefer to forget; a saiyan saving his life was about the opposite of his end goal of exterminating the entire race, so he spared the man for now. The reality was, the saiyan Daika was just stronger, but Caesar would be back. His own strength knew no bounds. He'd make sure that he returned the favor to Daika, but with a proper beat down.
On the subject of beat downs and Daika, the entire matter had already solved itself. Their meeting was done and Daika had flown away, but all that remained was Caesar. The blonde swordsman didn't actually have the ability to fly, and completely neglected to ask the saiyan how he had learned. In his anger, the kagami had blown a hole in the plateau which was clearly in front of him, but now was covered. Squinting his eyes, the hole that previously resided in the plateau was now unseeable to Caesar. It appeared that there was some sort of broken down cart, or stand in the way between the two. It was difficult to see, but Caesar was certain nothing had been there only a moment again. This sort of thing merited investigation.
Taking his time, Caesar would stroll over to the stand, kicking up dust every once and a while as he walked. He had seen a couple of things in his life, not many, but a couple, and this kind of thing would certainly be a first. Normally so quick witted, the boy had no ideas on what this could be, save a mirage. As he got closer, however, it was clear that this was very much reality.
As Caesar approached the mysterious shack, it became more and more clear that it was a stall of some kind, similar to what the kagami would see on Vegeta with people selling their wares for any kind of coin that they had. The former slave always saw it as a desperate act, as if those behind the stand had gotten the proverbial "shaft" in life, and had to sell what they believed to be good products using such a poor medium. In those times, Caesar felt pity, but this time, here on Earth, was completely different.
The blond warrior had been close enough now that he could clearly see a man; an older looking human with gray hair curving upwards with some of the same colored facial hair. His clothing was simple, a single white wifebeater with his muscles budging outwards. He wasn't giving off any sort of Ki signature whatsoever, which seemed like a lie, but it was also very calming. Caesar knew he had a choice in whether to approach the stand and actually give his time to the old man, but his decision was incredibly clear. Before the blond swordsman knew it, he'd already taken a seat and unstrapped his sword from his hip to lay in the chair next to him. Despite the amount of danger that could be abound, the boy didn't feel like putting up a fight.
The man spoke, using such heartfelt words, explaining the current situation to the kagami halfbreed. He had plenty of food to give, in exchange he wanted to know a little about the man he'd be serving. The arrangement sounded fine to Caesar; he'd learned at a young age not to pass on food that was offered to you, and especially not to bite the hand that fed you. Based on the boy's past experiences here on Earth already, he'd be smart not to start a fight. Deciding it best to first give the food he'd want, he'd speak to the shop owner.
"Well, this is interesting. I don't think I've ever come across a situation like this. Free food for a sad story, huh? I think I'll have some Tempura Udon, then. You can make that, right? If not, I'll take whatever you recommend."
Having sufficiently given his order, Caesar decided now would be the best time for payment, as he wasn't actually eating yet. Before he spoke, however, a wave of terror washed over the young kagami. It was as if he was reliving the worst moments of life, again and again. The young kagami saw his mother on the spaceship in her last moments. Her face, twisted in terror as her life was stolen from her. Giving his head a good visible shake, he would look around the shop for any signs of danger. Coming back to look at the old man, he saw a girl in the background, peeking her head ever so slightly above the counter top. The boy would rub his eyes, squinting to make sure she was real. Seeing her again, he decided that she couldn't be the source of the disturbance, and would continue on.
"I hope you're ready old man, my life is not a good one. I was born a kagami, as I've always been, to a mother who couldn't love me less. As I learned later in my life, when a kagami women gives birth to a male, and she is a slave, she is killed. Which is exactly what happened. The saiyans who captured her in deep space and subsequently owned her told me she cursed me as I was being delivered."
The blond warrior would give that a moment to sink in, assuming that the man had never heard anything so bad in his life.
"But wait, it gets worse. After that, the spaceship took me to the saiyan home planet, Vegeta, where I was sold at the ripe age of 4 to whomever wanted me. Apparently I was cheap. But either way, I was taken to a saiyan slave plantation and raised by these kagami women while I grew up. The saiyans were awful, but they knew a four year old couldn't do hard labor yet. Anyway, these women raised me to believe in some kind of goddess, Irith, and that this goddess would save the kagami race from being enslaved, and deliver us from evil or something dumb like that. I learned real quick that that was a load of bull, deciding that I'd be my own best bet and to not live my life based on some fantasy. Soon after, I turned 7 and was immediately put to work. I had to till the fields with my bare hands every day, receive whippings every day, and be fed the worst, stale food, every. single. day. I was a slave, in every sense of the word. The saiyan kid would bring his friends out to the fields sometimes to just throw rocks at me and call me terrible names. It was a disaster. What kind of kid, no matter the race, deserves that kind of atrocity upon them? That was my life, every day with no breaks for 29 years, until I could finally break myself free. I trained my Ki, gathered the strength, and killed the two saiyan guards that protected the ships. I fled from the planet, ending my own slavery. Once I disregarded that goddess lie that they told everyone, I could true be free. I've had one hell of a tormented life, but I've come out on the other side."
Caesar would take a breath, being winded from his own speech of life. He hated looked back on it, but the hate fueled him further. He could forget all about Daika and any sort of kindness he showed him. He would take vengeance.
"So, in summation, once I'm strong enough, I'm going to go back to Vegeta, and destroy the disgusting planet. I'll take my time killing every single saiyan. And once I'm done with that, it should be easy enough to kill all of the kagami as well. They are a rather weak race. Only then will I have my true payment. Looking back, I actually appreciate what they did for me. They gave me a solid, by the numbers reason to end all of there lives. I appreciate that."
The blond warriors eyes would flare a red color, his energy building. All this talk had made the kagami look back at his life, and his hate was renewed.
As the blond warrior paused in between his lines, the cook behind the stand that was in the process of cooking had begun to sniff the air. He made a face as if something didn't sit right with him, maybe something was off with his own cooking. Caesar hadn't planned on the food to be good anyway; he assumed that this free food was a way to somehow gain publicity or some kind of attention in the public eye. Perhaps it could be a way to gain information about people and sell that to some kind of Earth company that needed it. In either case, the blond warrior was very wrong. As it turned out, the man had been sniffing Caesar out, saying that he was only half, and half konatsian at that. The message that the old man was trying to convey didn't actually make much sense until the kagami swordsman had finished the rest of his speech where it finally hit him. The man was trying to say that Caesar wasn't fully kagami, but rather half kagami and half konatsian. It wasn't very much later that the sudden shock came in, filling the presumably hybrids body with confusion. Could such an accusation be true? It wasn't strictly true that Caesar was fully kagami, after all, which made this revelation all the more possible. He hadn't known his mother really at all, besides an image of her face when he was born that he'd somehow remembered, and his father was completely out of the picture. Giving it some more though, the kagami he called his mother was captured in deep space, not even making it to planet Vegeta where the rest of the kagami he'd known were from. Who knows where she was previously, or if she had happened to mate with specifically another kagami. The more the blond warrior had thought about it, the more sense it made. Every kagami he'd met had been pretty pacifistic in nature, and they all believed in this goddess, Irith, which to this day infuriated him. He had known the Konatsian's to be a guardian race, strong warriors that fought for what they believed, and used a sword as their main we-... It made sense. Caesar did feel an unnatural care for his own blade, which in an of itself was strange. Maybe he was a hybrid of the two races. It would actually make the former slave a bit happier than he had been.
Of course, this man could be wrong and his magical sense of smell abilities could be exaggerated, but even if it was a guess, it'd be a pretty strong one. Even Caesar, who had lived his entire life as a kagami and sure of his cursed heritage couldn't immediately disprove it. As the thought bounced through the blond swordsman's head, the old man spoke up again, saying he didn't need to believe him, and it was natural not to trust some random old man. Once he mentioned this, the gray haired man was already putting the finishing touches on the dish that Caesar had ordered. It looked delicious, and the smell was actually quite divine. With a rather unique and interesting laugh, he set the bowl in front of the former slave. Without too much hesitation, Caesar had begun to dig into his food, trying to capture every taste he could sense. There were a few things he noted about the dish right away, the first of which being that it was the best food he had tasted in his entire slave life. While that wasn't saying much, the poor boy hadn't known food could get to this kind of level. It was spicy flavor, bringing out every single taste bud the boy had. the taste flowed down the alien's throat into his stomach quickly, although not as quick as he wanted. He had been taught all his life to save and store food he could gain since he wouldn't know when the next time he'd eat would be, but this time was different. He had finished about half of his well cooked meal not even a minute after the bowl was set in front of him. He actually had to stop himself or he'd immediately finish the rest and have finished his new favorite meal quicker than it came. He'd had a similar food-if you could call it that-when he first landed on Earth, but that couldn't even compare.
Caesar would speak up about how delightful the food was so far, but the grayed man began to speak. He spoke of revenge, and the clear want of it from the kagami hybrid. He also spoke of the saiyan's and how they had done horrible things to the Earth as well, but that they've also accepted some as their own, as well as many other races. The man spoke as though he had hundreds of years of experience, which was all but confirmed when he spoke of his own revenge. He ended his own dialogue with a very good point as well as a surprise offer to Caesar. He'd offered Caesar some sort of job, or work that he could perform for him. The idea wasn't lost on Caesar. After all, the hybrid didn't have anything else he could do. He was looking to get stronger, strong enough that he'd never be a slave to anyone again, which is why he resonated with this man. The blond haired swordsmen wanted to get a few points out before he gave an answer.
"A konatsian...I don't know. In a lot of ways, it makes a lot of sense. I know a little about their race, and from what I can tell about myself, that could be true. I have, however, lived my entire life as a kagami. I've grown to hate the saiyan race as well as my own previously, the kagami. That kind of strong, long rage doesn't just go away quickly. I'm willing to admit that my want to destroy the saiyan's is more so that I'd never be a slave to them again, nor anyone else. I understand that part about revenge. They say that when you're plotting that kind of thing, you might as well dig two graves. But I didn't really mind digging two, even if the other was for me. I always figured my life would be some sort of catalyst, a change upon the universe, if you will. I hadn't thought too much about a life for myself. If you're really offering me a job old man, I suppose I'll take it. If only because you served me amazing food, as well as listened to my story. I wouldn't mind hearing yours either, although I understand it could be hard to follow my own. I've led a terrible life that nobody should have to go through. Also, I suppose this is a little late, but my name is Caesar. It's actually really nice to meet you."
With that last bit of dialogue, Caesar would begin to tear into the rest of his tempura, finishing it off swiftly. The taste hadn't faded at all and was just as good as the first bite. A true delicacy.
After finishing his dish, the boy would head off in the opposite direction as the ramen shop of his master. The day still completely fresh in his mind, but the day not so fresh itself. It was about nightfall now, and Caesar had nowhere to go. He knew of a few houses close by, the ones he'd tried to get some food from the day before. He felt different now, much more light about himself, so Caesar figured he'd try one more time to see if he could at least get a room this time. Climbing over the semi short rock wall that put him on the same level as the other houses, he drew a small breath. He still wasn't certain his new found attitude would work, but it was worth a try. If worse came to worse, he'd be sleeping on the ground. That in and of itself wasn't necessarily bad, but it wasn't optimal. The boy would take a slight jog to the house that had rejected him before for food. Knocking on the door, he could hear the sounds of slight cursing as well as clattering of utensils used for eating. The door slide open like it did before and the man he'd recognized earlier popped his face out of the threshold. He didn't look pleased.
"How did I know it would be you again? Look, I don't have any food to spare for ya."
The tone he'd taken was harsh, but Caesar knew he could do this. Dealing with adversity the smartest way was the first step to a brighter future.
"I remember before, and I thank you for your consideration. This time, I only ask for a place to stay the night. Just a bed to lay my head on, I won't ask for anything more. You won't hear a peep out of me."
Caesar had refined the art of begging, being a former slave. It came natural to him. This time, he'd also flashed a smile similar to the one Ayumu always had on. The man looked skeptical, but much more trusting.
"...Okay fine, just for tonight. Come on in, I'll show you to your room."
Caesar was ecstatic that his method had worked. The Ayumu smile really was one that people felt they could trust. It might've been a bit wrong to exploit this, but nonetheless, Caesar had a place to stay the night, as well as a bit of shown growth. He'd come a long way in a short time. Once the former slave was shown his bed, he fell into it's comfort and slept the night away, until the next morning and the next adventure.
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Maybe that is the key. Does one really learn how to fly, or are they born with the ability?
Caesar was actually upset with himself with the coming of that thought. If he had thought of it sooner he could have asked Chili, the police dog that he had met soon after he landed on the planet Earth. Chili was a patrolman for some faction on Earth who was extremely hyper to do the right thing. Caesar had just been minding his own business when he was accosted by some thugs and dealt with them swiftly. The watchdog had come over proclaiming that the kagami had "done too much" and "used excessive force to the point of death". It was all semantics in Caesar's mind. If it weren't for the fact that the young zoanthrope had been much stronger than Caesar, he would have probably taken out the patrolman as well. The blonde haired boy still didn't know if he should kick himself for that loss, or be proud he stood up to someone of that faction as long as he did. He'd know the answer if it weren't for the fact that he'd never heard of the "Galactic Patrol". They sounded to be some sort of vigilante group operating as through they had the authority of the actual human police. Regardless, the entire situation was strange. After having his ass handed to him, Caesar left the city quietly, which is why he had been traveling for so long to get where he was now.
The kagami had no maps and no way to tell where he was on this new planet. His previous idea of just "feeling the planet out and getting a sense of direction" was very much not working out. The part of Earth he had just been on was very much to his liking in terms of temperature, but this new place was far too hot and he had too little hydration. Although he was a slave and was used to being malnourished, going on day 6 without food or water was definitely tough for the kagami boy. He didn't want to have to just take the next meal he saw regardless of who owned it, but the situation was getting very dire and it appeared that Caesar would have no other choice than to just steel himself and take it. It was getting to the point where Caesar had to struggle to just stay on his feet. He had run out of water a while ago and food even longer before. It was then that he had struck his lucky gold mine.
Peering just over the cliff of a steep plateau that he was currently on, the young kagami could see over the rocks that there was a few homes it appeared, with plenty of farm land as well as what looked like animals to eat. He could easily knock on the doors around and see if any had some food to spare, and if worse came to worse...well...he didn't sense a power level higher than his in the area. Suffice to say, he had been saved whether or not the humans in the area wanted to do any saving of their own.
Taking a slide down on the plateau, he had kept his back curved slightly to slide down easier. On any other day where he had eaten or felt up to his full strength, he could just have jumped down, but the young kagami didn't feel like leaping to an early grave. He would take the safe route and ultimately live longer in this instance. His general life plan of taking down an entire race wasn't quite as safe, but that was the most dangerous plan he had for himself. He also wanted to see himself live until he could give that a go. Once he got close to the bottom, he would bend his legs slightly to absorb the impact. It didn't hurt that much, but he still felt it due to his fatigued state.
"Ow, damn it that hurt. I really need something to eat...why did I take so little before? This Earth is really strange."
Caesar was still very new to the concept of Earth. Whereas his old planet most of the Earth experienced the same weather at the same time, the Earth had separate seasons based on the tilt in its axis. He preferred it the old way, although he really preferred not to be enslaved, so he would take what he could get.
Wiping the dirt specs that had scattered up on his legs and pants when he landed, he also put away his drawn sword as to not scare or worry the locals. The kagami didn't know how to use it well, but it was a weapon regardless, and it felt right to him.
Walking up to the house closest to him and the rocks, he would knock on the door as lightly as he though necessary. After the second knock, he had broken a small chip through the door. Retracting his hand quickly, the blonde haired warrior knew he had probably knocked too hard. Only moments later the door would fling open and a human male would be staring at Caesar. He didn't look very happy.
"Can you tell me why you thought it necessary to put a hole in my door? What the hell do you want?"
Caesar already didn't like the man's tone, but he would forgive it based on the nature of why he was there in the first place.
"I'm sorry to bother, but do you have any spare food? I have been walking for days now and the heat is really getting to me. Some water would also be nice."
The man looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back up at the sword user. He gave a sympathetic look which rose Caesar's hopes.
"You know, that would be nice. You know what else would be nice? A new door. Thanks, jackass."
The human would then slam the door in the kagami's face, the force of it closing actually ripping a slightly larger hole in the door. Caesar would give a huge frown and contemplate destroying the house if it weren't for the other houses in the vicinity. The blonde warrior was very hungry, but he could save his rage for the next house that denied him. Although it wouldn't take much to destroy this place. It was a farm, which was similar to what the kagami had served as a slave on his entire life. It would probably persuade the next house even more if they knew he was the one who got rid of their neigh-
A loud crash. An explosion had occurred somewhere nearby, and it had contained Ki, and it was nothing to sneeze at. It was definitely something that enticed Caesar, a man who had been interested in Ki and energy levels ever since he could start feeling them. He would take off on his feet, running to the area that it seemed to have come from. It was in a basin, a bit lower than the level he was currently on, a small distance away from the houses. Although it was on a lower level, it was only about ten or so feet. Getting a closer glimpse, it appeared that one of the giant beasts that lived in the area had been blown to kingdom come. It's meat and bones still littered the sky before they came crashing down. It was chaos, or so it seemed, until Caesar felt the energy of the man who presumably caused the situation. A man, a far away man, with long hair. Not even suppressing his energy, the kagami warrior could feel it well. It was much higher than his own. Taking a small leap down to the lower field, Caesar would begin a slow walk over to the man who was about 50 meters away. Despite the distance, the kagami would yell to him.
"Hey! That explosion was you, right? That meat looks tasty and I haven't had anything to eat in a long while, could I partake? Would you happened to have any water as well? That would be great!"
The kagami had no choice but to lay his cards on the table. This human was stronger than the bladed warrior, or at least, that was how it felt. Maybe he would show mercy.
The blond kagami would walk closer to the man who had ended the giant beasts of the area. It certainly had to take some power to perform these acts, of this Caesar had no doubts. From the explosions he felt and the bursts of Ki, it was reasonably assumed by the kagami that the man he'd come to face with soon was aware of Ki, and if that was true, he could probably tell that his own was at a higher level than Caesar's own. If it came down to a fight between the two, the kagami could tell the situation wouldn't be on his side. At most, he could only run from the man if things went sour, and Caesar had a way of running into people that could fly while he had the distinct non ability to due so. Regardless, all of this caution was seemingly rendered pointless with the answer to his own questions.
The man had no trouble at all offering up the already cooked animals to the young kagami warrior to eat, as well as some water that he had at his side. The entire deal would seem to good to be true if it weren't for Caesar's own lack of actual food in his stomach. At this point, the boy might as well have been delirious entirely to turn down such an amazing offer. Luckily, he was in no such state. Giving a wide smile, the boy would saunter over to the nearest body of burned flesh and meat. Disregarding manners for the time being, Caesar would rip into the animal as it he was as feral as any beast on the planet. Without even cutting anything off, just with his teeth, the boy would rip and tear the flesh and meat to make it more accessible to his own mouth. It would appear to anyone else as just a constant stream of flesh and muscle pouring into the kagami's gob. It was ugly, uglier than the blond boy might've allowed had he been more fed, but desperate times called for such extreme measures.
After some of the food began to replenish him, he would take a slower time at the process, and begin to use his ki to evenly cut pieces to make less chewing. He was in heaven; the meat being just so perfectly singed to a wonderful rarity, it was as though the man who had killed the beasts intended to also cook them as well.
The man. The water.
Caesar had forgotten entirely about the man and the precious water he possessed, but the former slave wouldn't forget his offer. The water he held at his side was equally Caesars, based on his own words. Something that he needed to now take advantage of, Caesar would turn to the man, getting his first look of him. He had extremely long white hair, as well as a set of...battle armor. Very much like the kind that saiyan's wor-
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A tail.
"Ooooh no..."
The man clearly had a tail as well as battle armor. On his side he had a glorious container for life's precious need, the liquid flowing water. More importantly, on his chest, he wore battle armor. An immense mix of emotions swirled in the young boys head. Years of slavery and whippings and constant looking down on by the saiyan boys who would come by his hovel would come rushing to his mind. While all this took place, it would only appear as though Caesar was staring a the man...the saiyan.
Do I even take the water? This is clearly a saiyan...a fucking saiyan. It just had to be. Why is a member of the worst race ever in front of me right now.
Caesar would look down at the broken up rocky ground underneath him. His brain still confused as to what to say. Whatever came out of his mouth would no doubt be filled with emotion.
"Listen...you...that tail means you are apart of the worst race of people. The saiyans are people I hate so much. You're offering me water and you've fed me food that was yours when these dumb humans wouldn't. I'll...I'll give you a chance. You're not actually saiyan, right? There is some other race indigenous to Earth with similar tails and suits. Tell me that is true."
Caesar would hate to have to fight someone who had just shown him such kindness, but the saiyan race had taken everything from him, especially his childhood. It just didn't get much bitter than what Caesar was to the saiyans. If the man had announced that he was in fact a saiyan, then Caesar would come at him immediately, jumping slightly upwards into the air to come down throwing a fist from above to the saiyan. If he didn't mention that the statement was true, Caesar would continue to stand there until he'd answer.
The white haired tailed monster had confirmed that he was in fact, a member of Caesar's most hated race. It wasn't a difficult decision to make; the kagami warrior would rush at the first confirmation of this fact and continue with the plan he'd mapped in his head. Rising up in the air a bit and coming down harsh to deliver a punch to the face. It all worked fine, and Caesar had put all his force behind it, but the blow had only knocked the white haired saiyan's head back a bit. It was remarkable, not only the amount of strength the blonde warrior had thought he'd put behind his fist, but also the fact that he now wasn't on his back thirty meters away. The kagami boy could discern that he was in fact weaker than the saiyan in front of him, which made it all the more remarkable that the man didn't throw a punch back. Just standing there, clearly aware that Caesar had punched him, he remained unmoving. It was slightly unnerving, almost as if he didn't need to do anything to just beat the blonde warrior. This required some regrouping.
Taking a quick jump around 20 feet back, the blonde swordsman would stare daggers at the saiyan. His words before being punched came to Caesar slowly, but surely he recalled basically everything he said. He did make a good point, the saiyan in front of him didn't seem like the terrible monkeys that the kagami swordsman had come to know on Vegeta. Those monsters were slave owners, not caring whether or not the people they enslaved had needs or wants in life. It was just that way to them. There were masters and there were slaves. Of course, when it came to being the owner, Caesar would take steps necessary to be that strong of a force. Never again in his life would be allow himself to be weak enough to be a slave. He'd always be on the top, never falling down in the graces of the universe.
Fuck goddesses, fuck the saiyans, fuck the kagami. Fuck. Everything.
His hate and rage building up, his power level would hit it's current limit. Defeating his saiyan in front of him would be the first test of many. He couldn't just stop at one. It would be the entire saiyan race under his heel, and then he'd turn to his own race in disgust.
Gathering his Ki up in a ball and thrusting his arms outwards, the Ki ball would continually gather energy as the kagami warrior spoke.
"You...you know nothing what I've gone through. Your race made me a slave for 30 years. I doubt you've ever even heard of the kagami being free, but I am. I'm a free kagami, and I've come to Earth to liberate it. I will liberate it from every saiyan scum that resides here, and then I'll take my rage to Vegeta and do the same thing there. You have no idea how long I've waited for someone like you to just step in my path here. I'd actually pity you if you knew one tenth of the pain I have. Every day hard labor, whippings, and stale food that your "owner" didn't want. Do you have any idea how us kagami suffer? NO. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW. BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW. BECAUSE YOU DOOOOOON'T!!!"
Caesar's rage would manifest in the form of a large purple beam of energy, spiraling rapidly at the white haired saiyan in front of him. Of course, he had every intention to blow the tailed man off the face of the Earth, but he'd be pretty wiped afterwards. Regardless, it was worth it to the blond warrior if it meant one less saiyan in existence. If it hit, it would do some amount of damage to the saiyan, currently unknown to Caesar as he didn't have the level headedness to bother gauging the man's strength. In reality, the blast would probably be knocked away and cause some destruction to the wasteland. Either way, after the blast was unleashed, the blond haired kagami warrior would fall to his knees from lack of energy.
Walking through the wasteland, peering over to the now destroyed plateau, was Caesar, the blond kagami warrior. He had just been through a most interesting situation involving another man, specifically a saiyan, and the former slave still didn't know how to feel about it. The saiyan race was one that Caesar detested the most, but even more so was a pure blooded saiyan, the likes of which this man he'd met was. By the name of Daika, he was apart of the very faction that was determined to give Caesar a rough time while on Earth, the Galactic Patrol. Although the group pranced around as if they had the authority to do so, in the kagami's eyes, they were nothing more than vigilantes masquerading as an actual police force. Were it not for the ever present fact that the two he'd met so fair were stronger than him, he'd have beaten the two within an inch of their lives.
It excited him, the prospect of battle, but he hadn't won against anyone he considered an actual opponent. The lifeforms that Caesar had the pleasure of fighting were either bottom of the barrel average humans whom were slaughtered, and the people who had stopped him, battling under the pretense of justice. It would be so sickening if the kagami swordsman hadn't already assumed this would be the case around the word. The "hero" comes in to fight when it's convenient or would get them something out of it, and the "villain" either gets away, having his crime be either too big, or easy enough to topple. In either case, its just convenient for the good guys. Where were these "hero's" when Caesar was a slave for 30 years? Where were they when his mother was killed just for being a woman and being pregnant? Their probably wasn't a drop of justice for a million miles away from Caesar. Just as he gets to Earth he sees all of these people don a mask and act as though they know right from wrong?
Fuck that.
The blond kagami was very spiteful, especially due to his upbringing. Of course it wasn't fair what happened, but now Caesar had determined that he would take it upon himself to be "justice". It would be a matter of perspective, one that probably only Caesar could see, but it mattered to him. The world that he saw himself in towards the future, it was something only he could do for himself and everyone.
The truth of another matter was, that the saiyan Daika had confused the young kagami more than anyone else had. He was a saiyan, pureblooded, but he was a complete opposite to what Caesar knew to be a tailed monkey. it was almost as if Daika had grown to know exactly what the stereotype of his race was, and actively worked to be the opposite. He was a rather nice individual, actually saving the kagami warrior by offering him the meat he'd just finished cooking while Caesar had been starved for the past few days. The former slave could have felt himself slipping away into the afterworld but here was this man who was supposed to have even more hate in his body than Caesar, but he was kind. The entire memory was something that he'd prefer to forget; a saiyan saving his life was about the opposite of his end goal of exterminating the entire race, so he spared the man for now. The reality was, the saiyan Daika was just stronger, but Caesar would be back. His own strength knew no bounds. He'd make sure that he returned the favor to Daika, but with a proper beat down.
On the subject of beat downs and Daika, the entire matter had already solved itself. Their meeting was done and Daika had flown away, but all that remained was Caesar. The blonde swordsman didn't actually have the ability to fly, and completely neglected to ask the saiyan how he had learned. In his anger, the kagami had blown a hole in the plateau which was clearly in front of him, but now was covered. Squinting his eyes, the hole that previously resided in the plateau was now unseeable to Caesar. It appeared that there was some sort of broken down cart, or stand in the way between the two. It was difficult to see, but Caesar was certain nothing had been there only a moment again. This sort of thing merited investigation.
Taking his time, Caesar would stroll over to the stand, kicking up dust every once and a while as he walked. He had seen a couple of things in his life, not many, but a couple, and this kind of thing would certainly be a first. Normally so quick witted, the boy had no ideas on what this could be, save a mirage. As he got closer, however, it was clear that this was very much reality.
As Caesar approached the mysterious shack, it became more and more clear that it was a stall of some kind, similar to what the kagami would see on Vegeta with people selling their wares for any kind of coin that they had. The former slave always saw it as a desperate act, as if those behind the stand had gotten the proverbial "shaft" in life, and had to sell what they believed to be good products using such a poor medium. In those times, Caesar felt pity, but this time, here on Earth, was completely different.
The blond warrior had been close enough now that he could clearly see a man; an older looking human with gray hair curving upwards with some of the same colored facial hair. His clothing was simple, a single white wifebeater with his muscles budging outwards. He wasn't giving off any sort of Ki signature whatsoever, which seemed like a lie, but it was also very calming. Caesar knew he had a choice in whether to approach the stand and actually give his time to the old man, but his decision was incredibly clear. Before the blond swordsman knew it, he'd already taken a seat and unstrapped his sword from his hip to lay in the chair next to him. Despite the amount of danger that could be abound, the boy didn't feel like putting up a fight.
The man spoke, using such heartfelt words, explaining the current situation to the kagami halfbreed. He had plenty of food to give, in exchange he wanted to know a little about the man he'd be serving. The arrangement sounded fine to Caesar; he'd learned at a young age not to pass on food that was offered to you, and especially not to bite the hand that fed you. Based on the boy's past experiences here on Earth already, he'd be smart not to start a fight. Deciding it best to first give the food he'd want, he'd speak to the shop owner.
"Well, this is interesting. I don't think I've ever come across a situation like this. Free food for a sad story, huh? I think I'll have some Tempura Udon, then. You can make that, right? If not, I'll take whatever you recommend."
Having sufficiently given his order, Caesar decided now would be the best time for payment, as he wasn't actually eating yet. Before he spoke, however, a wave of terror washed over the young kagami. It was as if he was reliving the worst moments of life, again and again. The young kagami saw his mother on the spaceship in her last moments. Her face, twisted in terror as her life was stolen from her. Giving his head a good visible shake, he would look around the shop for any signs of danger. Coming back to look at the old man, he saw a girl in the background, peeking her head ever so slightly above the counter top. The boy would rub his eyes, squinting to make sure she was real. Seeing her again, he decided that she couldn't be the source of the disturbance, and would continue on.
"I hope you're ready old man, my life is not a good one. I was born a kagami, as I've always been, to a mother who couldn't love me less. As I learned later in my life, when a kagami women gives birth to a male, and she is a slave, she is killed. Which is exactly what happened. The saiyans who captured her in deep space and subsequently owned her told me she cursed me as I was being delivered."
The blond warrior would give that a moment to sink in, assuming that the man had never heard anything so bad in his life.
"But wait, it gets worse. After that, the spaceship took me to the saiyan home planet, Vegeta, where I was sold at the ripe age of 4 to whomever wanted me. Apparently I was cheap. But either way, I was taken to a saiyan slave plantation and raised by these kagami women while I grew up. The saiyans were awful, but they knew a four year old couldn't do hard labor yet. Anyway, these women raised me to believe in some kind of goddess, Irith, and that this goddess would save the kagami race from being enslaved, and deliver us from evil or something dumb like that. I learned real quick that that was a load of bull, deciding that I'd be my own best bet and to not live my life based on some fantasy. Soon after, I turned 7 and was immediately put to work. I had to till the fields with my bare hands every day, receive whippings every day, and be fed the worst, stale food, every. single. day. I was a slave, in every sense of the word. The saiyan kid would bring his friends out to the fields sometimes to just throw rocks at me and call me terrible names. It was a disaster. What kind of kid, no matter the race, deserves that kind of atrocity upon them? That was my life, every day with no breaks for 29 years, until I could finally break myself free. I trained my Ki, gathered the strength, and killed the two saiyan guards that protected the ships. I fled from the planet, ending my own slavery. Once I disregarded that goddess lie that they told everyone, I could true be free. I've had one hell of a tormented life, but I've come out on the other side."
Caesar would take a breath, being winded from his own speech of life. He hated looked back on it, but the hate fueled him further. He could forget all about Daika and any sort of kindness he showed him. He would take vengeance.
"So, in summation, once I'm strong enough, I'm going to go back to Vegeta, and destroy the disgusting planet. I'll take my time killing every single saiyan. And once I'm done with that, it should be easy enough to kill all of the kagami as well. They are a rather weak race. Only then will I have my true payment. Looking back, I actually appreciate what they did for me. They gave me a solid, by the numbers reason to end all of there lives. I appreciate that."
The blond warriors eyes would flare a red color, his energy building. All this talk had made the kagami look back at his life, and his hate was renewed.
As the blond warrior paused in between his lines, the cook behind the stand that was in the process of cooking had begun to sniff the air. He made a face as if something didn't sit right with him, maybe something was off with his own cooking. Caesar hadn't planned on the food to be good anyway; he assumed that this free food was a way to somehow gain publicity or some kind of attention in the public eye. Perhaps it could be a way to gain information about people and sell that to some kind of Earth company that needed it. In either case, the blond warrior was very wrong. As it turned out, the man had been sniffing Caesar out, saying that he was only half, and half konatsian at that. The message that the old man was trying to convey didn't actually make much sense until the kagami swordsman had finished the rest of his speech where it finally hit him. The man was trying to say that Caesar wasn't fully kagami, but rather half kagami and half konatsian. It wasn't very much later that the sudden shock came in, filling the presumably hybrids body with confusion. Could such an accusation be true? It wasn't strictly true that Caesar was fully kagami, after all, which made this revelation all the more possible. He hadn't known his mother really at all, besides an image of her face when he was born that he'd somehow remembered, and his father was completely out of the picture. Giving it some more though, the kagami he called his mother was captured in deep space, not even making it to planet Vegeta where the rest of the kagami he'd known were from. Who knows where she was previously, or if she had happened to mate with specifically another kagami. The more the blond warrior had thought about it, the more sense it made. Every kagami he'd met had been pretty pacifistic in nature, and they all believed in this goddess, Irith, which to this day infuriated him. He had known the Konatsian's to be a guardian race, strong warriors that fought for what they believed, and used a sword as their main we-... It made sense. Caesar did feel an unnatural care for his own blade, which in an of itself was strange. Maybe he was a hybrid of the two races. It would actually make the former slave a bit happier than he had been.
Of course, this man could be wrong and his magical sense of smell abilities could be exaggerated, but even if it was a guess, it'd be a pretty strong one. Even Caesar, who had lived his entire life as a kagami and sure of his cursed heritage couldn't immediately disprove it. As the thought bounced through the blond swordsman's head, the old man spoke up again, saying he didn't need to believe him, and it was natural not to trust some random old man. Once he mentioned this, the gray haired man was already putting the finishing touches on the dish that Caesar had ordered. It looked delicious, and the smell was actually quite divine. With a rather unique and interesting laugh, he set the bowl in front of the former slave. Without too much hesitation, Caesar had begun to dig into his food, trying to capture every taste he could sense. There were a few things he noted about the dish right away, the first of which being that it was the best food he had tasted in his entire slave life. While that wasn't saying much, the poor boy hadn't known food could get to this kind of level. It was spicy flavor, bringing out every single taste bud the boy had. the taste flowed down the alien's throat into his stomach quickly, although not as quick as he wanted. He had been taught all his life to save and store food he could gain since he wouldn't know when the next time he'd eat would be, but this time was different. He had finished about half of his well cooked meal not even a minute after the bowl was set in front of him. He actually had to stop himself or he'd immediately finish the rest and have finished his new favorite meal quicker than it came. He'd had a similar food-if you could call it that-when he first landed on Earth, but that couldn't even compare.
Caesar would speak up about how delightful the food was so far, but the grayed man began to speak. He spoke of revenge, and the clear want of it from the kagami hybrid. He also spoke of the saiyan's and how they had done horrible things to the Earth as well, but that they've also accepted some as their own, as well as many other races. The man spoke as though he had hundreds of years of experience, which was all but confirmed when he spoke of his own revenge. He ended his own dialogue with a very good point as well as a surprise offer to Caesar. He'd offered Caesar some sort of job, or work that he could perform for him. The idea wasn't lost on Caesar. After all, the hybrid didn't have anything else he could do. He was looking to get stronger, strong enough that he'd never be a slave to anyone again, which is why he resonated with this man. The blond haired swordsmen wanted to get a few points out before he gave an answer.
"A konatsian...I don't know. In a lot of ways, it makes a lot of sense. I know a little about their race, and from what I can tell about myself, that could be true. I have, however, lived my entire life as a kagami. I've grown to hate the saiyan race as well as my own previously, the kagami. That kind of strong, long rage doesn't just go away quickly. I'm willing to admit that my want to destroy the saiyan's is more so that I'd never be a slave to them again, nor anyone else. I understand that part about revenge. They say that when you're plotting that kind of thing, you might as well dig two graves. But I didn't really mind digging two, even if the other was for me. I always figured my life would be some sort of catalyst, a change upon the universe, if you will. I hadn't thought too much about a life for myself. If you're really offering me a job old man, I suppose I'll take it. If only because you served me amazing food, as well as listened to my story. I wouldn't mind hearing yours either, although I understand it could be hard to follow my own. I've led a terrible life that nobody should have to go through. Also, I suppose this is a little late, but my name is Caesar. It's actually really nice to meet you."
With that last bit of dialogue, Caesar would begin to tear into the rest of his tempura, finishing it off swiftly. The taste hadn't faded at all and was just as good as the first bite. A true delicacy.
After finishing his dish, the boy would head off in the opposite direction as the ramen shop of his master. The day still completely fresh in his mind, but the day not so fresh itself. It was about nightfall now, and Caesar had nowhere to go. He knew of a few houses close by, the ones he'd tried to get some food from the day before. He felt different now, much more light about himself, so Caesar figured he'd try one more time to see if he could at least get a room this time. Climbing over the semi short rock wall that put him on the same level as the other houses, he drew a small breath. He still wasn't certain his new found attitude would work, but it was worth a try. If worse came to worse, he'd be sleeping on the ground. That in and of itself wasn't necessarily bad, but it wasn't optimal. The boy would take a slight jog to the house that had rejected him before for food. Knocking on the door, he could hear the sounds of slight cursing as well as clattering of utensils used for eating. The door slide open like it did before and the man he'd recognized earlier popped his face out of the threshold. He didn't look pleased.
"How did I know it would be you again? Look, I don't have any food to spare for ya."
The tone he'd taken was harsh, but Caesar knew he could do this. Dealing with adversity the smartest way was the first step to a brighter future.
"I remember before, and I thank you for your consideration. This time, I only ask for a place to stay the night. Just a bed to lay my head on, I won't ask for anything more. You won't hear a peep out of me."
Caesar had refined the art of begging, being a former slave. It came natural to him. This time, he'd also flashed a smile similar to the one Ayumu always had on. The man looked skeptical, but much more trusting.
"...Okay fine, just for tonight. Come on in, I'll show you to your room."
Caesar was ecstatic that his method had worked. The Ayumu smile really was one that people felt they could trust. It might've been a bit wrong to exploit this, but nonetheless, Caesar had a place to stay the night, as well as a bit of shown growth. He'd come a long way in a short time. Once the former slave was shown his bed, he fell into it's comfort and slept the night away, until the next morning and the next adventure.
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