Bubblegum and Vegeta (Presto And Shemha CLOSED)

The sky was clear as Shemha inspected her ship, the weekly assessment of the vehicles condition a part of her schedule. In most cases there was little to discover in terms of damage, the durable hull of the cruise liner designed for interstellar travel. Yet, the Majin took care of her belongings and chose to check its condition anyway. This day, being outside with a scouter attached to the left side of her head proved beneficial.

A tell tale beep of her scouter drew her focus to it, eye locked on the scrolling numbers. The direction on the device indicated the source was still elevated, likely contained within a vessel headed towards Vegeta’s surface. Confirmation from her senses tracked the signature into the lower atmosphere before she followed its descent. The signature was impressive, although Shemha always seemed to come across individuals with more power than her.

With some hesitation she stepped away from her ship. As a soldier of the Empire it was her duty to look into this new arrival to the planet. Even if it was a threat she could not handle the scouter she sported would allow her to send warning. A simple thought allowed her to lift off from the side of the Enigma and she was on the move.

Towards the location of the signature she flew senses still locked onto just in case it went on the move. The individual, for that is what she had to assume it was, did begin to move, but slowly. That must have been a good sign for it wasn’t rushing towards the palace launching Ki blasts as it went. Hopefully whomever it was turned out to be friendly.

First she spotted the figure on the horizon and then as she drew closer, Shemha’s eyes widened slightly at what she saw…another Majin. In her life she had only seen a few, but never actually met any of them. For whatever reason her master suggested she stay apart from them. On her own now and more curious than ever, she most definitely planned to greet a member of kin.

She dropped towards the ground as she drew close, signature still suppressed by her weights and no aura flaring around her. Booted feet touched to the ground as she came withing speaking range. ”Greetings fellow Majin…welcome to Vegeta.” Trying to extend a formal welcome to the apparent new comer before Shemha dipped into a bow. ”My name is Shemha.” She added as she held the bow a moment before she slowly rose up with a warm smile on her face.

Majin Presto…Shemha took in the name and logged it away. This was the first Majin she had ever met in person, that alone made this a day the red skinned female would remember. It seemed that just like her, this Majin Presto was meeting one of her kin for the first time. How odd it was that their race was so rare in the Universe? How weird it would be if they existed like Namekians or Saiyans, whole worlds populated with their people. Perhaps in the future it would be a possibility, but only time would tell.

”The pleasure is all mine Majin Presto. I have never met another like myself in all my life, the last place I expected to meet one was here.” She smiled as she paused a moment before answering the girl’s question. ”As for why I am here, I recently purchased a ship so I figure why not visit all the places I had been with my previous master now that I am on my own.”

It wasn’t exactly the truth, but some time ago Habana made mention that the Solar Saiyan Empire wasn’t the most popular group in the Universe, so she refrained from bringing it up. Besides, as excited as she was to meet another of her kin, she was naturally cautious. This girl was powerful and to just jump in head first it might end poorly for her. She didn’t distrust Presto, but had no reason to trust her either.

”How about yourself, why are you here?” Perhaps it was a reason similar to the partially false one Shemha provided. Either way she contained her excitement even if her eyes did scan the other Majin up and down. This was her first time she was able to take in the details of another of her kind.

The mention of Presto’s mother being from Vegeta had Shemha’s attention. The only parent figure in her life, Ront, was a mercenary that purchased her at a young age. He was the only father she ever knew. Of course the fact he was human meant he wasn’t in anyway related to her, but still he raised her and taught her almost everything she knew.

”We share that trait, so no reason to explain, I understand.” Shemha continued to smile as the other Majin walked closer. She always found it hard to trust others, but there was that allure of ones kin, that natural desire to feel some sort of comfort when around them. Now, again this was something rarely felt with Majins as their race didn’t populate every street corner of every city like some, but she believed she understood it. Presto appeared to feel the same way.

”I agree. With little in terms of a schedule for myself, why don’t we get to know each other then?” She paused a moment as an idea came to her head. ”How about we go back to my ship? There we can relax and get to know one another in comfort, I am sure there is plenty to share with each other. After all, I have never heard about another Majin’s experiences.” She suggested, figuring that would be the best place for them to lean about one another.

However, she did not step forward to give the Majin a hug. It was nothing against the female, but she didn’t fully understand the significance of embraces and the like, the red skinned Majin a little emotionally dense. If Presto agreed, Shemha would lift into the air and lead her back towards her ship. The Enigma wasn’t that far and the hanger was right in the open.

Shemha took the lead as it was her ship that was their destination. Through the air she went, able to sense Presto’s signature behind her. Her ship was not exactly an open house for any that wished to step in, but more and more the red Majin found herself inviting people to it. For starters it was an excellent place to find privacy, no camera’s or people walking by to both whomever it was that she wanted to spend time with. Her friend Noxa had even spent the night once, the two getting along well enough that Shemha didn’t mind letting the red head use one of her ships guest rooms. That is what they were for after all.

When they bubblegum duo made it back to the hanger, Shemha dropped right in through the open roof of the place. Built to house ships of varying sizes, the opening at the top of the structure was plenty wide enough to fit smaller craft, never mind the slender Majin’s. As they descended into the hanger, Shemha pointed out her ship. ”That is my ship over there, the Enigma.” And with that, she lead her newest acquaintance down towards the vessel.

The ship itself was far larger than most of the pods and personal vessels docked in the hanger. With slender wings and a wide central section, the Enigma housed numerous rooms and sections. Designed for comfort, the luxury liner was smooth and sleek despite its size. Once they eventually made it inside, Shemha would be sure to give her guest the tour. For now though, she responded to the female’s compliment.

” Thank you, but I did not make it. I can only wish I possess the talent to craft something like this. Instead, I must resort to purchasing what I need. Would you like to see the inside?” She asked. If Presto was to agree to, Shemha would once more lead the way. With the click of a button the loading ramp to the ship would lower, a hiss of hydraulics accompanying the descending ramp.

Pending Presto’s blessing, the red Majin again took the lead. Up into the ship she would go and the short tour would begin. From the loading back area they entered a long hall, several doors dotting its length. ”This is my gravity chamber…through there is the kitchen,” She indicated with a point of her finger at the next door down the line. ”and these two other rooms are for guests if I ever have any.” The last two doors in the hall the guestrooms before they entered the lounge. When they finally did she turn and offered the Majin a smile.

”So, what do you think?”

”Why thank you. I didn’t put the work in myself, but I did have to earn the zeni to pay for it.”Shemha responded with a small smile of her own. Maybe it was their shared heritage, that innate deep magical bond between the two of them or simply they just synced up well in terms of personalities, but the two Majins got along.

As Presto listed off a number of things they could do, but left the choice to Shemha as the host, the red skinned female appreciated+ the manners. A large believer in proper ettiquette and manners, the well behaved Majin always enjoyed when others showed her the same. With a small nod she glanced around the room as if trying to decide on something and slowly her face lit up.

”I know. How well versed are you in the spirits of Earth? I just returned from a trip there and my bar is full, would you like to have a drink? Perhaps we can enjoy and share with one another, get better acquainted, what do you say?” A wide smile still on her face as she looked to her fellow Majin.

Should Presto agree, Shemha would lead the way to the bar at the far end of the lounge. The marble counter top glistened as it always did, perfectly clean and polished to a shine. As she stepped around behind it, her hand would motion for her companion to take a seat. While Presto made her way to the bar stool, Shemha turned to open the cabinet, pulling out a variety of bottles as she began to place them on the counter, unsure what her friend wanted.

”So, have anything in mind that you want to drink?” She asked as her hands went to the bar top and she leaned forward slightly. Giving the floor to the other Majin she left it open for whatever drink she wanted and for the first question of the night. Almost anything Presto wanted to know, Shemha was willing to share.

As Presto lounged against the bar top, Shemhe smiled as her new found friend looked up to her. The invitation to drink was done simply because she wasn’t sure what else to offer. In her lifetime she had met few Majins and never invited one back to her own ship or home. Presto was the very first Majin that the red skinned girl wanted to get to know on a deeper level.

When the pink girl snapped her fingers, Shemha’s brow rose. The suggestion of testing themselves to see how much alcohol they could handle made her smile widen all the more. Back on Earth a friend of hers had introduced her to alcohol and it turned out that the Majin wasn’t that resistant to it. Now whether that was because that was her first experience or because she really had no tolerance, she was unsure. However, she did enjoy the taste, but didn’t think she should get drunk around someone she just met.

”Cookies and soda…I believe I have those in the kitchen, yes. I try and keep it fully stocked, but…I don’t really have any movies we could watch.” Shemha mused, red finger lifting to tap at her chin. On Earth she had seen movies like the ones Presto was talking about, but she never purchased any of them. Something the girl suggested had caught her attention though.

”However, shopping for some clothes is something I have been looking to get done.” Shemha said as she motioned to her rather simple attire. ”Admittedly I have worn this same outfit for quite a long time now yet…I don’t know what I should do to update my look. I don’t mean to sound vain or anything, but people have mentioned it…” Shemha trailed off, almost seeming a little embarrassed that she lacked this fashion sense. The more she opened up to others and became friends with them, the more others opinions and words go to her.

Shemha felt bad as her guests shoulders slumped a little. The truth of it was, despite the ties the two had to one another simply through race, she didn’t know the girl that well. Personality wise she understood they were different, but this was a chance for Shemha to get to know and possibly understand one of her rare kin. Thankfully, the idea of shopping was one her bubblegum companion could get excited about.

Presto dressed differently than Shemha as it was and the way that she looked her over made it clear she had more of an eye for fashion. In silence the girl made her way around her, taking in the details of her slender form. When she was done, the mention of how often Presto changed her hair made Shemha question her own. Come to think of it, she had never once changed how it look. Ront chose the style for her when she was young, farther back than she could clearly remember and with him gone from the world it almost felt like a piece of him remained with her.

”Thank you, but like I said many have commented on the fact I wear the same thing all of the time. A change in attire would do me good.” She responded before her head cocked to the side much like Presto’s a moment before.

”Besides…if we were out to get some clothes I am sure we could fine one of those movies you mentioned. I have never sat down and watched one and there might just be a chance those girls in the video clips are onto something.” Shemha added, a small smile on her face afterwards. If she was going to put herself out there and look for more friends, she had to remember that she needed to do what they wanted as well. Getting what she wanted wasn’t always the way to go about it. Friends pleased each other, it was a two way street.

”Now, do you think we should shop here or travel to another planet? You likely know more about the various fashion districts than I.”