To catch a thief and meet a Maijin? (Closed/Shemha)

While not overly familiar with the planet Earth, Shemha was far more aware of her surroundings than a boy so lost he would wonder into the woman’s restroom. Fortunately the Majin was not near the bathroom when the event occurred or her first impression of the boy might have been exactly what the group of females had screamed out.

Her current goal was to locate a company capable of upgrading her ship. The vehicle was fine, but she wanted a gravity chamber like the one on New Vegeta installed. Better training facilities aboard the vessel would make it so her time spent in space was not a waste. Everyday others grew around her so she was fully aware there her current conditioning was not enough. More effort was needed if she was to be of service to the Solar Saiyan Empire.

So far she struggled to locate a company with the proper technology to outfit the ship to her specifications. Hours passed since she had set out and still she found herself partially lost in the streets. Every city on Earth was so different, yet looked so similar. This made it hard for her to navigate, the red skinned female often stopping others on the street to ask for directions. Even with their assistance, what she sought was not a common purchase.

As chance would have it the undercover SSE member was a half block away, across the street from the bank with the suspicious van. Unaccustomed to the methods used during a heist, as her mercenary experience was on a more galactic level than your neighborhood bank, she hadn’t give the dark van with tinted windows a second glance. Earth was a sunny place in most of its seasons so she had assumed the windows were so dark for what tinted glass was designed for, blocking the bright rays. It hadn’t occurred to her it was for protection from video cameras and witnesses.

What she did think was out of the ordinary though was the way in which the two figures clad in back rushed out of the financial institution. Cloaked in black…yet in the middle of the day, they rushed for the equally dark van and hopped in. Weights latched to her wrist, she possessed the ability to stop the apparent theft with ease, but her curiosity took hold. Casually she looked back to the doors of the bank…shouldn’t a guard or several be hot on their heels? Isn’t that what they were paid for?”

Tires screeched as the vehicle pulled away from the curb, visible track marks left on the asphalt. Shemha’s eyes didn’t follow the vehicle though; instead they drifted up towards the collection of people exiting the bank. Even from this distance she could tell the one guard was dead, his body lifeless in the arms of those carrying him out. The other definitely appeared in bad shape, the rise and fall of his chest staggered at best.

How primitive such things were. She held no respect for those who sought to steal others earnings and assets for their own personal gain. The Majin understood war, but something like this was more personal and rather pathetic in her mind. Crimes such as this were unheard of Vegeta as far as she knew, the militaristic society full of soldiers and warriors which meant the likely hood of a life of crime being successful was incredibly low. The governments of Earth might be wise to learn from the Saiyan example, but even if they understood it, the tension between the two worlds would likely could their judgement. Pride was not a uniquely Saiyan trait.

Sounds of twisting metal and a bending frame drew the Majin’s attention from the crowd of emerging people down the stretch of road. The dark van no longer sped down the street, but sat still with smoke rising from the front of it. Across the way from the bank and the now disabled vehicle, Shemha saw the reason for its abrupt stop. Through the smoke she could make out a figure, its arm extended towards the wrecked automobile.

With interest she watched the figure as it made its way towards the passenger side of the vehicle, ripping the door clear off its hinges. A quick scan with her natural sense confirmed the individuals higher than average power level. With renewed interest, Shemha began to cross the street. The confrontation quickly escalated when one of the would-be robbers pulled a gun, the weapon useless against such a powerful individual. Both thugs on the ground a moment later, she heard the man’s words.

“Were you the ones who killed that other man?”

From her perspective the man’s tone preceded violence. He seemed angry and with good reason, yet to act just as irrationally as these two might be his downfall. A quick once over of the male and she noted the thick black hair, perhaps some Saiyan genes? That couple with her desire to not cause a scene any more than had already been created, she chose to try and step in.

”I am fairly certain that these two men are the guilty party. Camera’s within the bank will likely confirm it so there is no need for further violence, wouldn’t you agree?” For the most part Shemha lacked responses to situations like this. Having witnessed many over the years she long ago learned to control her emotions. Her words were meant to try and calm the male, have him see reason and not make things more difficult for himself. With the two of them standing there, the robbers would not be able to escape. In the distance she could already hear sirens.

Her words appeared to draw the male’s attention a moment before he pummeled the two men to death. Likely only one punch would have been needed to end each of them, power levels considered. Even so he hesitated, to lower his raised fist. For a moment she contemplated directly intervening, her speed likely enough to get herself between the man and his would be targets. There was a downside to that of course, her direct involvement with witnesses abundant. No act would be incriminating, but she just didn’t want the attention. Thankfully, he heeded her words.

Rather quickly, the sirens drew closer. Their response time was poor though, it mattered little when you considered a guard already lay dead. There was the money to reclaim, yet it was insignificant when compared to the value of life. With a single word the boy saw the logic in her words and just like that he left the scene with a short bow. Her dark eyes followed him as he took to the air, a quick glance towards the two thugs on the ground before she began to lift off herself.

”Perhaps you will learn from this…perhaps not.” Both men must have realized how close to death they were a seconds ago, yet would that deter them from this life in the future? Criminals of this level usually lacked the intellect to change their ways. They might have the chance for reform if they ever saw freedom again. With no further part to play in this she followed what interested her, floating towards the same rooftop he chosen to land on.

”You didn’t even know that guard, yet you were willing to spend your life in prison to avenge him?” She assumed vengeance was his motivation of course, that maybe not the truth of it. With her feet on the rooftop, she made her way towards him. All the while her arms remained casually at her side, the Majin’s slender frame not tense in any threatening way. He appeared upset and she didn’t want to set him off.

”I only ask because such a decision seems…foolish to me. I am not judging, only making an observation.” She was quick to add. While her goal was not to offend or anger him, her words came out rather blunt. The depth of emotions was still something she was gradually learning to understand and although she understood the value of life, she at the same time found herself slightly detached from death. The mixed perspective was due to the way she had been raised, her original master a mercenary who dealt with the lives of others, one way or another.

Shemha listened; it was something she excelled at. Based on the boy’s words it seemed clear to her that he was torn between the decision he made and the one he could have made. His words were calmer than down on the street, yet his fists clenched together with suppressed rage. For her it was interesting to observe, the struggle of emotions. Lacking that weakness, for that is what she considered it, Shemha acted on logic and logic alone.(That is what she believed anyway.) Her entrance into the scene below was a selfish one, an interest taken in him over everything else that had transpired. The Majin’s approach would likely be seen as cold to an outside party. That was the reason she usually kept her true motives secret.

In silence she watched him respond to the laughter below, the light hearted interaction of the street performer and his audience helping to relax him even further. So far the only part of his statement that she was able to relate with was the mention of his stepfather. Oddly enough, despite being a Majin, she had a father figure in her life or had one to be more accurate. Ront, her former master was the one who raised her and educated her, his morals and outlook a large influence in her life even after his passing. Regardless of her lack of emotional response to most things, she understood the influence of a role model’s words and like the boy’s stepfather, no one was perfect.

”It is a pleasure Marcel, my name is Shemha.” She dipped into a graceful bow whether he turned to face her or not. Proper etiquette was important. ”I have to agree with your stepfather, Earth is a wondrous place most days. While my time here is limited to the past week, I have witness much and met more than a few interesting individuals. Sadly, incidents like that do occur, but the good days by far outweigh the bad.”

Casually she strolled over towards him, footsteps taking her to the edge of the building to have a look herself. With a slight lean she got a glimpse of the performer and his fans, a smile quick to appear on her features. Again she did possess emotions; she just chose to control them.

”So these urges, do you often struggle to control them?” She asked as her head turned to regard Marcel once more. The question was not meant to be offensive although it was blunt. From what she had seen the answer was yes, but she didn’t want to assume what urges he meant. Shemha didn’t know if he often found himself in situations like below or the urges he spoke of were in broader terms. The smile still remained on her face as she spoke to him, simply trying to engage and learn. Any figure of above average power always interested her.

She did indeed have a soul or at least a conscience. However, if anyone truly got to know and understand the Majin they would likely define her as cold when it came down to it. From a young age she had been used to dispose of certain damning evidence on her master’s behalf. His line of work often left bodies after him even if he acted as professionally as possible. For this reasons her view on the value of life and death in general was…askew. Regardless she was no murder machine, only a soldier that did what was asked of her. Her loyalty overrode her morals in that area.

Calmly she listened to him as her eyes focused on the performer below, not aware that Marcel’s eyes lingered on her when she wasn’t looking. His choice of the word “humanity” interested her most, an odd choice when he explained the struggle with his anger. That coupled with his statement about being far from human had her fully devoted to learning more about him. However, she was not rude enough to fire her own questions back without addressing his.

”I am unsure what you might want to know, but I can start with the basics. I am a Majin, a fact that is often unknown to those I meet. In the not so recent past I was a mercenary, but found that life to be boring.” She paused to look at him. ”Zeni isn’t worth much when the way you earn it leaves you dissatisfied.” A small shrug of her slender shoulders followed as if it didn’t matter. ”Beyond that, what do you want to know?”

“What about you? You mentioned you were not human. If I had to guess based off your features and that thick black hair, I would have to say at least partially Saiyan, no?” The red skinned girl added. From the moment he had entered the scene before she assumed he was at least in some part, Saiyan. For whatever reason that hair always came through regardless of the genetic mixture involved. Curious about what exactly he was if not Human or fully Saiyan, she was more than willing to share information about herself for information about him.

His stare again didn’t bother her in the least. Just the other day another acquaintance she had met, Kaile quite literally did a walk around inspection in the middle of the sidewalk. Even as he looked down her dark eyes remained on him. Perhaps if she kept looking at him he wouldn’t be so embarrassed to look back at her. Of course she was unaware of his awkwardness when it came to others, especially females. Being uncomfortable around others just wasn’t something she dealt with, no situation bothered her.

As for his answer, she found it odd that he cut out before finishing his statement about his father’s side. He didn’t mention what it was that his father was, yet the fact he chose not to say it revealed almost as much. She wouldn’t press him just yet though, not wanting to be too aggressive in her search for information about the boy. With one last glance over the edge of the building she turned away from it, nothing else to see below.

”I do. I recently spent some time on Vegeta; it was my stop before coming down to Earth. I must say it is comparable to this planet, yet its people tend to be far more aggressive.” A shrug of her slender shoulders shrugged as if it was a mute point. ”Although, if you struggle with your temper I would suggest staying away from the planet. Many Saiyans are short fused and I have seen several fights break out in the streets. Nothing deadly, but plenty violent for those involved and a few people not involved.”

Still slowly walking away from the ledge she let out a long sigh before she glanced back to him. ”Why do you ask? Is there anything you wanted to know about them? I know a bit more I suppose, but I am not going to just ramble on.” A small smile came with the offer. Like before she was willing to discuss with him as she continued to assess him. If he asked more, she planned to return a question about his father.

The question about the tail drew a slow nod from the Majin. She knew exactly what those tails were for and just how powerful of an appendage they were. The strength wasn't in the appendage itself, but the transformation attached to it.

”Saiyan tails are half of what Saiyan’s need to unlock their primal power. A tail combined with the intake of moonlight or its equivalent allows them to transform into a giant ape. The new form is a brutal one, but multiplies their strength roughly ten fold.” As she spoke an idea began to take shape. ”The only hitch beyond needing the proper activation, is the form takes practice to control. Those who cannot reign in their instincts often break into a fit of rage. More than a few buildings have met an abrupt end because of it.”

Fully turned to face him again she decided to probe deeper, curious about this raw emotion he claimed sometimes overtook him. ”It is likely not too different from this anger you speak of. Have you ever attempted to control it? Would you like too?” The question and potential offer might come across as generous, one individual offering to help another, but there was more to it than that. Shemha wanted to see what it was he was so hesitant to share. If it meant potentially helping him in the process then she was just fine with that.

Closer to him by the time she finished speaking, her dark eyes looked to meet his once more, her hands clasped gentle behind the small of her back. Offer placed on the table, she would not be offended in the least should he refuse. While she wanted to see, she was never one to force her will on another. Thanks to her upbringing she preferred the gentle approach to gathering information. In general it was the safer, more successful route.