Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 22, 2016 22:26:10 GMT
Polara landed on the soft blue grass of Namek; according to her ship's GPS there seemed to be close to the center of their main supercontinent. The ship was deep blue and sleek, semi- like a fighter jet in design yet it has clear qualities that made it arcosian-like. Golden print was embossed on the side, reading the SS Navy Blue. Her ship wasn't too much, as Polara didn't believe in the happiness material objects could give; believing it rubbish. The planet was laced with fairly decent strengths of kis; the natives at most. The black and white general had not met any Namekians as of yet aside from the one at the tournament signup, if you could call it that anyway.
The mess that had ensued was quite odd to say the least, and she had not seen the latest recruit in a while. The feminine biped exited her ship, locking it up and activating camoflague mode whilist it sat under a rocky outcropping. All of these kis seemed so weak; yet these beings could be the answer to the Dragon Balls? For how weak they were, they seemingly had the power to create the mystic orbs capable of reviving planets themselves.. How was this even possible?
Nearby where Polara landed on the giant super continent Denim was taking a walk by herself. Her own ship was parked a good two miles from where she currently was near a small human village on a less rocky side of the mainland. She was out on this side of the continent though because after fighting with Gitar in a short spar she figured she might be able to either find more Namekians or other aliens on the planet. She was pretty sure in her talks with him about Namek that he had mentioned other Namekian villages on the planet and if, and a human village could exist here, then maybe in some small quantity there were other aliens here as well. The trek was a long one but to keep herself in the best shape possible given her fecund figure she took to wearing an extremely stretchy pair of white shorts she wore and a yellow t-shirt that was twice the usual size of her once normal attire. These had been offered to her by the other humans living here and for that she was grateful.
The reason she was so grateful was that even during this walk as she headed up along the edge of the cliffs near her she found herself sweating again far more then usual. The excess energy spent in just her moving around long distances really annoyed her but the six month pregnant Denim took a moment to stop and pull out a bottle of water from a fanny pack she also carried around the side of her hip. Her ki senses though would go off immediately as she stood there drinking and felt the presence of someone nearby her. It was a power that almost rivaled her own and yet it felt somehow different then any creature she was coming to be accustomed to on the planet's surface.
"Please don't let it be out to kill me or something?" Denim thought as she left the water bottle drop from her hand. So far she had been lucky in learning most things on Namek's mainland were not deadly. In fact, they were so peaceful that it made Denim look like the aggressive one with all the power compacted into her body. If her enemy could somehow sense her then their powers of observation would feel her strong ki as well as a much smaller one resting at about 100 PL within her stomach. This was her yet to be born daughter and concurrently she was sleeping so Denim was glad of that. Mommy couldn't worry about her child and the potential threat at the same time. Not like she had with Gitar during their spar. She was far past the point of being able to truly fight anyone.
Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 22, 2016 23:19:04 GMT
Polara looked around, sensing a ki somewhat higher than her own yet akin to a human. Lifting into the air, her navy blue ki flickered about her form like that of a fire. The arcosian would take to the sky, landing a short distance away from Denim. "Hmmm...." The general replied quietly, noticing a very weak ki within the warrior human's stomach. Judging by her figure, the female looked to be close to her end term of pregnancy; but the general didn't know how long humans gestated for. The bottle of water rolled to a stop at the female's booted feet, and after looking at the purple-haired woman in the eyes she stooped down to pick up the water.
Looking between the water bottle and Denim, the black and white Arcosian took non-aggressive steps towards the female until her clawed hand held out the water bottle for the pregnant woman to take. Nothing implied Polara would attack the expecting mother; from her eyes to her body stance nothing was aggressive. "It is hot out here, if this is yours, here is your water bottle back. Its in your best interest to drink it, I don't know what it comes to but to have something dependent within you means you need to stay nourished and hydrated." The general was a mother herself, so taking care of three very rowdy Arcosian boys was quite difficult considering one of them was a pain in the ass.
"Oh," Denim stated quickly reaching out her hand to grab her water bottle from the lizard creature standing in front of her. From what she could tell the creature had a slightly feminine voice and sounded non-aggressive in its tone and the way it stood now. She had not expected them to land so close to her though in such a short time. Thus it had scared her into a flight or fight mode.
She leaned forward in a state of curiosity and squinted at the woman as she spoke of being hydrated and staying nourished. Denim had never seen a creature like this on Earth nor Namek with such dark, smooth skin and horns on their head, plus some kind of lizard tail to boot. The creature was also covered in strange blue gems and its chest seemed slightly pronounced due to plates there and on the rest of its body. "Are you a creature of the planet Namek?" Denim asked before taking a swig of her water bottle's water. She wanted to ask if it was possibly a woman too, but didn't want to pry that deep just quite yet.
Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 23, 2016 0:13:30 GMT
Polara watched as Denim quickly took the water bottle from her smoothly scaled hand, and leaned forward to get a better look at the Arcosian. A curious question soon flowed from the lips of the pregnant woman before said female took a swig of the water bottle. "No, I am not a creature of Namek, I am an Arcosian by the name of Polara Thermia." Her tone was still nonaggressive, knowing that from her encounters with pregnant human women on Earth, they tended to run if they were showed even the tiniest bit of aggression. The black-skinned warrior raised her arm, showing one of the bio-gems that glimmered in one of the Namekian suns.
"These are what set us apart the most, our gems are a distinct source of pride and an easy way to identify who people are. We vary in skin color and gem color as well, so none of us are the same; kind of like you humans." The general lowered her arm once more, crossing both over the faintly cracked gem on her chest and the gem she'd shown off was also cracked slightly. Barely noticeable, but by the pregnant female's analysis, they could likely easily see the damage done to her.
"I see..." Denim muttered looking over the cuts on this Arcosian's arms and chest where said gems she spoke of rested. Denim would then cross her arms in tandem and asked, "You said your name is Polara. I'm Denim and I'm a human from Earth. That said, is Polara a female's name among your species? I couldn't help but notice your, ahem, more feminine features." Her eyes would then gaze down at Polara's chest in order to help her understand what she possibly meant. She didn't mean to be rude, but she only truly knew of the aliens called Saiyans on her planet.
Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 23, 2016 0:56:44 GMT
Polara gave a small nod to Denim, the general being very militarian in behavior. The female asked of her 'feminine' name to which the scaled being replied once the introductions were over and the other woman was done speaking. A gaze to her chest which merely would showcase her bone armor; as it was the pure white covering most of her body. Her barbed tail swished behind the female, making a soft sound against the grass. "Normally it is difficult to distinguish gender.. as by your standards I am neither; along with the rest of the species. We may be able to marry but we reproduce asexually."
"You aren't a woman?" Denim stated now letting her jaw go a little slack. She could clearly see what she thought was slightly pronounced chest now appeared to be some kind of armor over the Arcosian's skin and the gems from before clearly were attached to it. Denim soon found herself watching the Arcosian's tail swish back and forth as she digested the information. There didn't appear a clear way for Arcosians to carry children like she currently was. Yet now that she tried to think deeper about this strange aspect she thought it was better just not to ask.
So she placed her hand on her stomach and stated, "I guess that's quite an interesting feature you all you have. We humans have to mate in intimate, sexual relations to have children. Once we do the females of our species, like myself, end up carrying the eggs of our mates for a duration of nine months. That said, I'm only about six months along but kind of wish at times it would be over. The stress on the body can be tremendous I sweat at random times for instance and as you can see my stomach's distended almost way beyond what's possible for us."
Instead of the usual kick from her child Denim would feel the little girl within her flip over. "We're like Saiyans, if you've heard of them, they can mate with us actually and on that regard at times I've come to question what my child is because I'm certain my husband wasn't a normal human now. Perhaps you can help me with that? I'd kind of like to know if a man named Plaid is familiar to you. He said he ran supplies for your empire."
If Polara could answer this kind of question the nagging sensation of what her child might be would finally be over. She knew it was a girl but what kind of girl she was hard to tell. With a power level of at least 100 PL, despite not even being born yet, it was kind of frightening. The reason why was due to the fact humans rarely ever got extremely strong early on. They were too multitudinous and divisive among one another at times to be considered a large threat to the galaxy normally. That honor fell to Saiyans or other alien species yet over time a good number of humans had at least gotten over 5 PL. Some even said the world average of humans had risen since a thousand years ago to higher values resting around 30 or so PL. Unfortunately, because there were so many humans that was actually hard to test in all of them.
Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 23, 2016 2:55:08 GMT
Polara gave a soft chuckle, tail swishing against the blue grass below her. And the military general could almost see the wheels in Denim's head turning; trying to decipher the sudden and strange information. The Arcosian listened as Denim spoke about how humans carried, and softly tilted her head while listening to the pregnant female. "Seems like quite the awful strain to be put out of commission for so long.. While you require opposite genders, we.." The general gave a slight chuckle and put her hand to her mouth for a moment, before speaking again.
"Well, its something I choose not to share at the moment; but by this method I have three children myself. All males, and one of them fights as a Earth protector. Might you have heard of Defrosch? He's my youngest. As for Plaid; I have heard of him before. However, it is confidential information and as such is something that cannot be shared even with you. My apologies Miss Denim. I will admit my husband has been missing too, so I know at least where you're coming from in terms of how you feel about this." The fact that the monkeys could mate WITH the humans caused a slightly nervous twitch in her tail as she remembered their compatibility.
"Class-classified iformation!?!" Denim cried as she wrest her hands out in front of her. She then took a step angrily towards Polara and stomped her foot down in front of her swishing tail.
"I don't want to bother you more with this then I have to, but it's extremely important. I need to know what kind of man he was so that I kind of have an idea how to raise my child. I'm all... alone here." She whimpered her voice now going soft. Her hands fell to their sides and she stated in addition, "If you can't tell me. Then at least, let me know via a blood test or something. Cause I can clearly say I have no idea where someone like that with that name would even be." She understood the circumstances and could feel some comparison between herself and this alien before her, however, she hadn't come this far out here for nothing. The magical beings Pennini and Xanara had told her to come out here after all because learning that information on Earth was likely not safe.
Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 23, 2016 14:09:07 GMT
Polara narrowed her eyes and immediately took a step back, watching Denim warily as her ki sparked, waiting to burst out in self defense if need be. The human was complaining of the classified information, and not wanting bothering her with this more than she had to. The woman's soft voice twisted the heart of the general, she knew what it was like to feel alone and lost. "I'm sorry, miss Denim. I am not permitted to exclude any more information than I have on the subjects of our suppliers. If I could, I would. I'm very sorry. I can run a blood test on the medical bay of my ship, should you choose to come with me. I can see if the blood of your child matches with that of Plaid, but it is all I can do."
The black and white Arcosian was sympathetic with the pregnant woman; she had never been pregnant herself or knew the stress of gestation, but there was definitely something compelling her as she turned towards her ship, gesturing for her to follow. Mother to mother, the worries both shared about their children respectively was one of the things they had in common, despite the racial differences. The similarities in emotions would be quite close, because even though people regarded most of Polara's species to be cold and cruel; the specific feminine arcosian standing before Denim was a far cry from that stereotype.
"Ok-okay, take me to the ship you own." Denim stated now feeling her nerves lessen. She would then follow Polara on foot once she moved towards the ship and during their trip would tell her, "I know Plaid is the father of my child. He's the last man I ever mated with and the only one I know I was with in recent memory that way. What I really want to know is why my child is so powerful. A normal human should have 5 to 10 PL at most when grown to full adulthood. My child isn't even born yet and it has 100 PL. I have sensed it quite a few times to confirm this." She only hoped Polara now understood her dilemma now that she had explained it more.
Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 23, 2016 16:47:59 GMT
Polara walked towards the ship, the terrain rather smooth after a small uphill trek which wasn't very steep at all. An overhang would come into view and the woman listened as Denim spoke of her child. Semi nervouness clear in the tone of the mother-to-be, the Arcosian could only sympathize with her. The female seemed convinced on her mate being the baby's father, to which the Arcosian flicked her tail and gently hovered up to punch in a quick series of numbers into an invisible codebox. The ship; fighter-jet esque in style but with clear Arcosian definitions would extend a landing dock, which rested close by Denim on the soft soil.
The general gestured for Denim to enter, and if the woman entered would follow her and the ship closed automatically behind them both. The bone-armored female would take the lead once more, walking towards the medical bay as explained. She would turn into a room with a medical look like that of a professional hospital, and gesture Denim to sit on the bed and lay back slowly as the female would get to work with the tests as long as the pregnant mother complied. She was very delicate in touching the other woman's stomach, feeling the tiny girl and getting the data needed.
Running the blood sample through the machinery in the room and coinciding it with the data they had of Plaid; the conclusion came up on the screen as positive for testing. "The data says that your baby has similar DNA to that of our supplier, and as such you are correct and he is your baby's father."
It took Denim a little while to reach the ship with Polara but once she did she followed her inside, albeit was a bit nervous in doing so. The reason being the moment she stepped into the ship the door hissed as it closed behind her. Then Polara led her to a a medical bay where an examining table sat. She was made to climb onto it and when she did felt rather cold as she lay her back on it. Then Polara began feeling her stomach region and in that time frame she was sure the woman had pricked her with a needle to get results which she soon input into a computer nearby.
When all was said and done though she confirmed Denim's prior thoughts on her child's father, which made her smile slightly. "Does the DNA say anything else? I now know Plaid is for my child's father, but I want to know what he was in terms of his species or kind. Someone said to me if he was a full robot, like I initially believed, he couldn't be someone who could get me pregnant. I doubt now that he was, but I'd like to hear even if it turns out to be really bad. I'm sure he wasn't human yet I feel it's important to know since I'll potentially be raising an alien."
She'd sit up where she lay and wait for Polara's answer. Her stomach would push very far forward as she leaned towards her expecting some kind of answer. She understood stuff on him was classified but it couldn't hurt to know what kind of species he was. If Polara did actually answer her on this she'd find the readout clearly saying he was part Saiyan and part Ferrosian two aliens that likely would never mix but if mixed had the chance to create an extremely powerful alien hybrid. The reason being that a Saiyan's often natural anger and rage had a high chance of connecting with a Ferrosian's notable wary nature and extreme loyalty to create an odd offspring. Denim, of course, wouldn't know about this but Polara might since she said it was classified. Yet the end result of the above would yield a body guard/killing machine that had a chance to tap into their Hidden Potential and other hybrid skills much easier then other aliens.
Denim soon wrapped her knees around her chest and sighed. If Denim ended up explained this information by Polara it would result in her understanding why her child was already abnormally strong. It was up to the lady Arcosian to do so though because otherwise it would breach very deep into the Arcosians' known information on aliens.
Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 24, 2016 2:01:33 GMT
Polara looked at the pregnant woman, before looking back to the DNA test results. Her lips tightened as she shook her head; this was already a breach enough of security. Any more and the Emperor would be quite angered with her, something the general would rather not happen. "You will be raising an part alien; but I cannot say any more on the subject as this is a deep enough breach without going any further. I am sorry miss Denim."
The expectant gaze the black and white Arcosian felt from the mother to be was averted as the woman drew her knees to her chest. "Whether alien or not, you can bring them up to be an helpful member of society if you give them the chance, time, and effort that you need." Soft footsteps echoed on the tile floor as the female biped looked at the pregnant human sitting before her. "Life is something so fragile and precious, If you are blessed with a child; you must take utmost care of it as in early stages it completely depends on you."
Her eyes misted over for a few minutes, flashbacks of the sons she had echoing in her mind. The Arcosian mother seemed empathetic on some level to the human female; as they were both mothers from different species, different worlds.. But there were some similarities, feelings, and actions that transcended racial boundaries themselves, and opened a new world of possibilities and connections that most wouldn't see if they chose to remain blind to the similarities..