Downtown

In her scan of the area the Majin’s senses noted a signature that stood out. Out of all the races she knew of, a Namekian was one of the last she expected to see on Earth. Through here experience the green men lived mostly on their home planet, Shemha having seen few in her travels over the years that were outliers. Not to mention his signature stood far higher than even the majority of the warriors she had met on the blue grassed planet. More interesting still was, although she did not recognize the signature tied to the Namekian, his facial features looked familiar. One might argue the Namekian people shared similarities in terms of appearance and although that was true, there were many unique features on their face, angles and positioning that made them rather different if one looked close enough.

For a moment she held her position, eyes locked on the male’s face as she attempted to recall where or when she had seen him. Perhaps they had met in the past and she had just forgotten his signature? That was unlikely, but not impossible, yet she felt it wasn’t that. As she pondered she slowly began to walk towards him. His face, she had definitely seen it before, the question was where. A poster? Some display? Despite her usually strong memory, the girl just could not place him. Left with little to go off beyond her hunch, she closed in.

”Excuse me. I do not mean to bother, but don’t I know you from somewhere? Have we met before?” Polite as ever, her soft fight remained inquisitive and unaggressive, asking and not accusing. Maybe he remembered when they had run into each other or might be able to explain where she had seen him before. Perhaps his minimal fame proceeded him or the red skinned creature was just wrong.

As the Namekian stopped, it was immediately clear he did not think they crossed paths before. Shemha continued on her path to get closer to him before she stopped several feet from his person. Unaware he had never met one of her kind before, she carried on the conversation as she would with anyone else, not at all bothered by his slightly appraising eye. Others often scanned her up and down whether it was for her general appearance or for the attire she wore, it was something she was plenty used to. His careful and somewhat discreet glances were far politer than most.

”Are you sure? Your face looks familiar to me.” A slight pause as she licked her lips and again attempted to recall where she felt she knew him from. Still unable to remember she continued. ”Perhaps I am mistaken... In that case, my name is Shemha and although I am likely pestering you, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Without even his name given in return she dipped into a low bow, respectful as ever. In the back of her mind she still thought she had at least seen his face before. It wasn’t impossible for her to be wrong though, it had happened before. A curious creature she figured she might as well attempt to engage him in conversation.

When she rose from the bow, a gentle smile decorated her face. However unlike her it was to approach strangers on the street, she maintained her well mannered disposition. First impressions meant a lot so she hoped she had not been too aggressive already.

Namorel returned her polite gesture and introduced himself. In her travels she had found most Namekian’s to be friendly in nature. Perhaps it was thanks to their relatively peaceful home world, the place far less hectic than Earth or Vegeta in her experience. Unfortunately for her new acquaintance, his polite gesture caused the contacts of the sack at his waist to spill out all over the street. Immediately Shemha moved to help pick the items up, but the green man was quicker. As his arms extended and she saw the name written on his albums. The Majin’s head cocked to the side in response.

”Are you an artist? Forgive me, but I have never met a Namekian with such skills before. If so…might I take a listen?”

The question held no hint of judgement in them, regardless of the name Noxa had chosen for the Namekian. Shemha appreciated all skill sets, regardless of how relevant they might be. Through her younger years she had been taught various skills to support her master and he instilled in her that none were useless. He had always said, those with power may rule, but they do not do so on their own. There are countless others in the Universe, who play their roll based on the skills they were given, none should be overlooked. This was not to say the Namekian’s vocal abilities would one day decide the fate of the cosmos, but that each and every individual mattered. The Universe was limitless because of the creatures that lived in it.

”Oh, I see. Well, my ship has the capability to play such things. May I purchase a copy from you? I enjoy new things and a Namekian musical artist is definitely new to me.” Now, if he chose to give her a copy of his music the Majin wouldn’t object, but she was completely honest about paying for it. The Solar Saiyan Empire supplied her with enough on a monthly basis to be more than enough for her. She honestly didn’t understand why her pay hadn’t been adjusted. She received the same amount as any Saiyan soldier, yet she consumed likely one tenth of the food they did. That alone left her with a substantial amount to spend as she saw fit. This was as good a thing as any to spend it on.

”I must inquire though, what are you doing with all those copies, trying to place them in stores?” By no means a performer unless she counted her current ruse as a non-allied traveler on Earth, Shemha was aware how such an industry worked. Like many, a new artist or manufacturer on the scene had to earn their way into the market. With any economy the only things that sold, were the items people wanted. Art appeared to be one of the hardest types of merchandise to move, so much of its value determined by personal preference.

If Namorel accepted her offer to purchase the recording then she would hand over his asking price or if he handed her the demo for free in order to promote she would accept it just the same, a small bow following whichever transaction took place. She didn’t really know how to haggle, but she knew how to be polite.

Namorel’s honesty brought an appreciative smile to the Majin’s features, red cheeks slightly scrunched as her lips curved upwards. The Namekian could have taken her for a ride if he wanted, asking for a desired price and taking the zeni without repercussion, yet he had not. That alone earned him respect from the red skinned woman, a slender arm extending to take the CD from his. Taking a glance at the album, “Greener Than Kash,” she nods with some form of approval before her attention returned to him, arm dropping to her side with CD in hand.

”A promotion type offer? Makes sense, but you said someone gave you the idea. Do you have other members in your group or perhaps a manager?” Unbeknownst to her the individual who had helped name the album was none other than the energetic red hair woman she had so recent met at a local bar in Satan City. Noxa was apparently diversified in the people she interacted with. She hoped her questions didn’t seem aggressive, she just found herself interested in the prospects of a Namekian musical group, it was rather unheard of. The chance run-in with Namorel and the fact he was out trying to distribute his CD’s, the fact he had CD’s in the first place, went to show how unpredictable of a place the Universe was.

After she posed the questions, her arm came back up and with a turn of her wrist, she took a look at the back of the case. No music fanatic, Shemha was aware that most similar records listed the songs on the back. It was a marketing gimmick to give potential buyers an idea of what they might be in for. The concept had never really made sense to her though, for a songs name didn’t have to do have anything to do with its meaning, not by definition or rule. Even so, she took a look to see what was listed, if anything.

Shemha just couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. Of course his friend was Noxa, this had the girl’s name written all over it. Having met the girl several days ago in a local bar, the two quickly became friends. Now, here she was meeting another one of Noxa’s friends. Small world, wasn’t it? With a light chuckle she responded.

”Noxa is a friend of mine, as long as we are talking about the same Noxa that is. Red hair, not really a fan of clothes and quite the energetic girl, right?” Even as she spoke, her head slowly shook. The next time she spoke with the girl she was going to make it a point to bring up Namorel and this singing career of his. She might even suggest that Noxa support him more, be his cover girl or something. From the albums displayed in various stores, it was clear what sold to the general public. Whether she meant it or not, Noxa had what sold.

”I will definitely have to make sure I give your album a serious listen then, Noxa and I have some similar tastes.” What she referenced was their taste for food and treats, but perhaps it carried over to the music spectrum as well. In all honesty, whether Shemha realized it or not, the strange girl was likely her first female friend. The whole concept was knew to her, but she was willing to explore it as long as it continued to prove beneficial.