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Post by Rabiko on Nov 4, 2016 8:46:25 GMT
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A sudden jolt shook Rabiko from the dreamless sleep of prolonged pod travel- a method of transportation that she was growing entirely too accustomed to in the most recent months. She blinked the granules of sleep out of her eyes and stretched out as much as the small vessel would allow, slowing gathering her wits as the interior temperature of her already damaged pod began to increase quickly. The blue-haired youth shook what remained of her grogginess out of her head and pushed away the furred cloak that had somehow come to cover her person. Though the cloak was warm and almost unbearably soft, she had little idea of its origin… and what planet she was now piercing the atmosphere of, for that matter. The petite girl rocked forward and pressed her face firmly against her pod’s cracked window, looking upon the blue marble of a planet that she descended now upon. When had she departed the last planet she visited-- what was the planet she had departed from? She remembered being more or less banished from Vegeta until she had conquered a planet… and then she remembered accidentally giving a species the tools they needed to send her packing after a valiant attempt at bringing herself more glory. What came next was a nebulous sequence of monkeys, fighting, crashing, a naked woman, and… a planet exploding? The details were as fuzzy as her cloak-blanket and seemed to be fading with each additional moment that she was in the waking world. At last, Rabiko allowed the “memories” to dissipate into the depths of her consciousness with a long sigh-- it was likely that she was just remembering some dream from early on during her travels.
With her disjointed recollections put wholly away within the depths of her too-easily-excited mind, Rabiko pressed her face against her pod’s viewpoint with even greater intensity. The vessel lurched forward and backward dramatically as she properly entered the planet’s atmosphere and took on a trajectory that seemed to rocket her straight toward one of the world’s poles. She suddenly felt a twang of gratitude within her heart for the mysterious cloak that had served as her blanket previously; even with the heat that her body was naturally capable of generating as a Saiyan, the tundra that she was projected to land upon looked to be particularly unforgiving. Fortunately, she had been able to observe many of the planet’s other features during her descent and knew that it would only be a relatively brief flight to the nearest population center, though there seemed to be several small establishments scattering the landscape even in this inhospitable location. A few beads of sweat broke upon the girl’s head, the result of her pod’s thermal dampening function failing to keep the heat of her re-entry out of the ship’s interior. Rabiko didn’t mind the spike in temperature, however- a little sweltering heat was but a small price to pay for another opportunity to prove herself as a warrior. She forcibly pried herself away from the view-port and planted her bottom firmly in her pod’s sole seat. Though she wore a stoic expression, her anxious energy was made manifest in the uneven twitching of her simian tail.
Only a few moments later, the jarring force of her pod cratering the Earth below it rattled Rabiko down to her bones. Shaken but not disheartened, she gave the pod its opening command. Slowly, the vessel’s single door began to open, allowing the sharp bite of Earth’s polar cold to starkly contrast the pod’s interior heat. Slowly? Perhaps this was a severe understatement-- nearly five minutes later, the pod’s door had managed to allow only roughly half a foot of space to separate its upper lip from the pod’s body. An impatient grimace splashed onto Rabiko’s expression and remained even as she leaned forward and buried the hatch under a flurry of kicks whose intent was clearly to force the door open. To her great surprise, the by the time the fourth strike had landed, the pod’s door became entirely unhinged and flew several meters away from Rabiko’s foot. Shocked at her own strength, she remained within her pod for a long moment and stared rather blankly out of the broken entrance. She wished that her scouter had not been destroyed, as she had no way of properly judging just how much her combat potential had grown since she had been so shamefully defeated by her own insectoid “students”. A small sigh shook her slender shoulders and she shook the lamenting thought from her mind- there was no sense dwelling on past mistakes when there was a new world ripe for exploration. As she wrapped her cloak tightly about her person, hiding the damaged Saiyan armor beneath, she hoped that she would be more decisive in her actions either as ambassador or conqueror than in the past.
Rabiko stepped forth from her pod and looked about the fairly empty tundra that she had landed upon; she scanned the area and began to ponder upon which settlement she should head toward first.
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Post by Toma on Nov 4, 2016 10:06:22 GMT
TOMA THE HEROFor once in his life, Toma was glad he didn't have to fight right now. What with the Satan City incident with Plato and the others having nearly endangered the whole city. He had tried to help -- tried to silence the monster before it harmed any innocent people.
But did he even get so much as a 'Thank You'? No. He never did. The universe just seemed to hate him right now, for whenever he decided to get up off his ass to help someone, something when wrong and it was somehow all his fault.
No, instead it was Zucetta, Queen of the Saiyans, that had 'saved' the day. She had stopped Toma's attack only to lecture him on 'mercy'. Mercy? For a monster that was attacking innocent humans, who had naught the power to defend themselves? It was rich, coming from a destroyer of worlds.
But he supposed he couldn't judge the woman too harshly. She had, after all, been making an attempt to change her ways. And for that he respected her. It wasn't easy to forgive ones self and move on from their past -- Toma knew that from experience.
And so he had wound up here -- sat atop one of the rocky crags of the Yunzabit highlands. Today he was reflecting on his past. The Super Saiyan had been thinking about things, recently. His wife, his children, and how he could better protect them. Sure he could train, but that wasn't seeming to get him anywhere.
That was until, however, his thoughts were rudely interupted by the sound of a Space Pod crashing into the Earth. Toma's expression turned into one of annoyance.
"I swear to the Kai's above, we need space ports with how often we get visitors."
Standing to his full Six-Foot height, he cast out his Ki Sense to pick up on the energy of the occupant. It was above average fighting power, but still small enough for Toma to not worry about being assaulted. At least, that's assuming it was their full power. Toma knew all too well that most people could hide their power nowadays.
But still, Toma wasn't one to shy away from a challenge. And he supposed it was better that he be their first encounter on Earth rather than someone like Defrosch. He liked Defrosch, but the Arcosian could come off a little cold some times. No pun intended.
Or worse, running into a BBA member. Random Saiyans showing up on Earth still weren't taken too kindly too. Floating into the air, he bursted off with speed, only to slowly land in front of the girl. He examined her, his arms crossed but his body language not intimidating. He had no intention of fighting, he only wanted to talk.
His tail unwrapped from around his waist, hoping to put the girl at ease. He was a Saiyan, just like her -- from what she appeared. With the space pod and her humanoid apperance, it was a half-decent guess.
"Hello." Toma would begin, looking at her pod and then her. "You know, before you go into town, you should know most Earthlings don't like Saiyans very much at the moment. Might I ask why you've come to Earth?"
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 4, 2016 11:17:43 GMT
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The petite hybrid’s lavender hues danced almost playfully across the various plateaus and crags that populated the area that she had crashed into. As far as she could see, none of the terrain was immediately telling of what kind of planet this was, and it appeared mostly the same from above-- though that was naturally considered through the lense of her viewport. After a moment, she allowed a slow sigh to rattle her shoulders and she pulled her cloak tighter about herself. There was no sense waiting around and trying to figure out what the planet was based on knowledge that she admittedly did not have. This was not the first time that she found herself suddenly wishing that the training she had received contained some manner of planetology. As far as her father had been concerned, however… the only educated that mattered was how to defeat the inhabitants of a given planet. She bit back the desire to sigh again. At least she’d have another chance to prove her worth here when she-- Rabiko’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the shrill beeping of an alarm going off inside of her broken pod. From its interior, she could just barely make out the system’s automated warning sounding: “Unidentified Life Form Approaching. Unidentified Life Form Approaching…” The warning droned on and on, but its message remained unchanged. She had configured the vessel previously to read the power level of any incoming potential threats, but it seemed as though the sequence of crash-landings that her pod had been put through in recent months had done a number to more than just its chassis.
It did not take Rabiko long to spot the rapidly approaching figure in the skies above- her pod’s landing had done a splendid job clearing the surrounding area of most practical cloudcover. When she realized that he was approaching via ki-based flight rather than some manner of vehicle, a lance of contrasting excitement and anxiety shot through her mind. Did that mean that she had landed somewhere that would provide a challenge that she could brag about? Or, did it perhaps mean that she had arrived on a planet filled with creatures at or above her level of strength? She did not have long to consider the thought, as he arrived at her location rather quickly. As the man- who appeared to be a full-blooded saiyan, if the coloration of his eyes and hair were to be believed- lowered himself to the ground, his tail uncurled from his waist and seemed to almost flaunt its existence. She looked from his tail to the man’s face and tilted her expression to the side. Was he exposing his tail to flaunt his power to her-- that he was unafraid of her presence? He had to believe that she was absolutely no threat to him to reveal his race’s weakness to her so casually… and given that she had lost almost every fight with a pure-blooded saiyan that she had been in, the girl found herself fully believing in the power chasm that widened between them.
Then, however, he spoke words that struck her from her anxiety with a profound confusion. The adult mentioned Earth and its inhabitants- that they were not particularly fond of Saiyans. The youthful hybrid’s lips pursed together as she considered his question. Earth was a pretty famous place, why had she not realized where she was sooner? For that matter, why had her pod indicated that this planet was unknown? Something just wasn’t adding up, but she decided to play her hand anyways.
“I, uh, didn’t know that I had come to Earth. As you can see…” she swept an open hand back to her pod, “... my pod is super busted. What, uh…” Rabiko trailed off, considering how to phrase her question. After a second of contemplation, she opted to go with the blunt-force approach: “... What year is it?”
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Post by Toma on Nov 4, 2016 12:43:41 GMT
TOMA THE HEROUpon further inspection of the female, Toma noticed something rather unnerving about her. She was a mere child, no older than 13 at the most. Probably younger than that. It was difficult to place the age of a Saiyan that you didn't already know. Hell, his own mother didn't look a day over 18 and she was in her fourties!
It was just how the Saiyans had evolved. Plateau aging, Toma had heard it called. Part of him was glad that he would retain his youth until his oldest days. Eighty, he thought? That's what he'd recalled from the conversation with his father when he had visited Vegeta to learn about his people.
Saiyan children, on the other hand, developed quickly. As a warrior species, they had to adapt to survive. Their bodies maturing far quicker than a humans was just the natural order. Though, this girl was a hybrid, Toma deduced. With her lavender eyes and blue hair, it was not exactly hard to figure it out. She must've been only half saiyan, by the looks of it.
Not that he had a problem with Hybrids. His own children were Hybrids, three-fourths Saiyan. His wife was a half-saiyan herself. He couldn't hate Half-Saiyans, not that he ever had a reason to in the first place. Turning his back on hybrids would be turning his back on his own family. And he'd never do that.
The girl claimed she hadn't known she landed on Earth. A strange notion, but one Toma was willing to believe. When he had arrived on Earth, his own pod had malfuctioned. Granted he had been so injured at the time that he was unconcious, but still.
"Hm, yes, I see..." Toma began, raising a hand. He pointed his palm towards the busted pod, and fired a Ki Blast at it. The blast would race past the girl, their sheer power difference would likely make it very difficult to save her pod from his decision.
If successful, the Ki blast would nail the pod right through the slot where the door was, and blast it into many tiny bits. There were two reasons Toma had decided to destroy the pod. One part to shut the damn thing up with its alarm, and the other to prevent the girl from leaving for her own safety. Even if she had gotten the door back on the pod somehow, there was no way she was getting off of the planet with it in its condition. She was better off finding herself a new vessel.
With her being so young, he didn't trust her not getting scared and attempting something so dangerous due to the strong power levels on the planet. If she wanted to leave, she could. But she would have to do it properly. He wouldn't let her get fried in the atmosphere because she got scared of someone strong and decided to book it.
Then, he turned back to her, his black gloved hand returning to his chest, crossing his arms again. "To be honest, I'm not too sure." He said, moving his right hand to rub the back of his head in embarassment. He smiled, chuckling. "I've, uh, not really payed attention to the calendar year much." He continued, couching down to get to the girls level.
"So what's your name? I'm Toma. I live here. Well not here, but I mean on the planet of course."
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 4, 2016 13:28:08 GMT
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Curious, Rabiko simply watched as the man lifted his hand and pointed it at her pod. Her head further to the side while her mind attempted to work out exactly what manner of nonsense this man was preparing to do. By the look of it, he was readying himself to fire a ki blast… but at her ship? Her eyes slid slowly to the side, tracing the trajectory of his palm exactly to her ship, resulting in a single brow raising incredulously. If he was strong enough to flaunt his tail to her, why would he want to destroy her pod? It didn’t add up-- he would probably be able to reduce her to a whimpering ooze puddle with little effort, so destroying her ship was pointless. No, the Saiyan Race was prideful, but they weren’t -stupid-... were they? She did, after all, turn down a gifted planet and opt to instead train its populace for sport, only to be ousted quickly thereafter. Still, she was renown as a failure of a Saiyan, so it was to be expected of her, but this? No, it simply would not do. He was likely just trying to intimidate her, so she would just raise her own hands slowly and, “... No need to--” she wouldn’t be given enough time to plead for her pod’s life, as her words had come out just after a powerful blast of Ki erupted from the man’s hand and detonated the pod behind her.
The diminutive hybrid spun upon her heel and gaped at the resulting destruction. “What the crap, dude?!” she shouted aloud, half at her pod’s inability to withstand a basic Ki blast and half at the man who had done something quite senseless. She returned to her previous position and lifted a rueful fist at the man, shaking it as if she somehow had the ability to do more than dirty the Saiyan’s clothes. He continued to address her in a manner that was paradoxically calm, entirely ignoring the destruction of her pod. She let him finish, but did not stop herself from glowering the entire time.
“Hey! Don’t act so freakin’ cool after destroying my ship! It was already a ruddy piece of crap, but it was -my- ruddy piece of crap! Did it scare you or something?! I bet that’s it, I bet I somehow jumped back in time, and you’ve never seen tech like that before!” Her hands wrung helplessly in the air before dropping, defeated, with her head and shoulders. “... now I’m stuck here forever…” she whined quietly, dropping to hug her knees. She quietly slid a single finger through the dirt in front of her, drawing a childish mural to the recently deceased vessel.
“Rabiko.” She answered his question quietly, too dejected to look him in the eye as she spoke.
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Post by Toma on Nov 4, 2016 13:42:16 GMT
TOMA THE HEROAs expected, the girl was fairly upset at Toma for destroying her pod. Sure, she was upset now. But she'd be glad in the future. That pod was a hunk of junk, and it was more dangerous than helpful. The girl was attached to it apperently, but she was young and inexperienced. Toma had decided to use his better judgement for her safety, even if she didn't understand why.
"I destroyed your pod because it wasn't just a hunk of junk, it was a deathtrap. If you tried taking that thing in to space again, you'd burn up in the atmosphere." He said, sighing. "So I decided to make sure you weren't tempted." He continued, though this time it was in a more gentle, fatherly tone. A tone he'd picked up from dealing with his own children.
He walked over to her, and he'd sit down next to her, crossing his legs. Facing the same direction as her, he'd place a hand on her head, ruffling her hair a little. "You've got quite the imagination, don't you Rabiko?" He asked, still smiling. "No, no. You're certainly not from the future, I had a pod like that myself once." He said, trying to reassure her as best he could.
"You can get a new space pod pretty easily here on Earth, we have companies that build them for private use. They're far more reliable than what you were flying if you decide to get one."
With that, he'd take his hand off her head, leaning back and looking up at the sky. "Say, Rabiko, where are your parents? Do you have any family on Vegeta? I'm sure they'd like to know where you are." He said, half hoping she had family. Though he knew all too well how most saiyan families acted towards their young.
Toma had been the same way. Sent off to a bare bones planet when he was little. But he hadn't just survived, he'd thrived. He had been accepted back to his family by his mother and sister when they reunited, and his mother gave him all the love and attention she was capable of, despite being a battle hardened warrior herself.
That was, until they disapeered again...
Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he turned back to Rabiko, hoping to get an answer from her. Maybe he could help her get situated on Earth. She was only a scared little girl, and she'd need guidance.
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 4, 2016 14:34:43 GMT
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She heard what the man was saying, but on many levels she simply wasn’t listening. There was no way that someone could think that she was so foolish as to try to launch a broken pod back into the atmosphere- at least not before getting it serviced. Unless… maybe word of her blunders had reached other Saiyans this far from Vegeta? The distress in her mind multiplied exponentially by the second. What if she had become the laughing stock of the universe? And then there was the whole ordeal of not remembering what had happened between leaving the bug planet and landing here on Earth. A part of her wondered if she had actually done precisely what the man was trying to save her from and that was the reason that her pod had been so turned about regarding her location in the universe. Unless… an idea thundered through her mind, not unlike a gong sounding an empty room. She hadn’t jumped back in time, no- the answer was so obvious now! Even if the Chassis of the pod was damaged, hers was not supposed to launch without knowing its destination-- a protocol put in place by her father in an attempt to avoid this very situation. If she had landed on “Earth” without her pod knowing, it was because the coordinates had shifted so dramatically that the vessel no longer recognized the planet. This could only mean one of two things: Earth had moved(unlikely in her mind), or she had somehow slipped into a parallel dimension(clearly the only acceptable answer.) It gave her some solace to think about the blunder not being entirely her fault, but it certainly didn’t absolve her of the current predicament.
Rabiko was shaken from her epiphany as Toma sat down beside her and lifted a hand to ruffle her hair- a motion that caused her to instinctively flinch, clamping her eyes shut in the process. Her entire upbringing had been rather traditional, and physical contact outside of a passing gesture was almost always violent. When his hand touched her, she expected it to hurt-- and she was quite surprised when it didn’t. After a painless second had passed, she cracked open a single, floral-hued eye and looked at the man. She was struck by confusion of the most profound sort, though it was quickly washed from her mind and replaced with an instinctive understanding. Of course he wasn’t trying to hurt her, the Saiyans of this universe were probably not as violent as the ones in her own. That was a relief that was reflected in the very visual release of tension from her frame. As she relaxed, a small sigh slipped past her lips.
When the man asked of her family, she had half a mind to tell him the truth, but then thought quickly otherwise. There was no way to tell how he would react to the revelation of her “extra-dimensional” origins, so it was probably best to just play it safe. She replied: “My parents don’t, uh, exist…” internally, she cursed at her phrasing, “... in this…” she bit down upon her tongue and shook her head, closing her eyes tightly again for a long moment.
Okay. Just calm down. You can do this, she encouraged herself internally, hoping to avoid any other vocal mishaps. She let out a deep breath, then shook her head slowly from side to side. “I’m sorry, it’s kind of a bitter subject for me…” So far, so good.
“... What I’m trying to say is that they’re not here anymore, if you understand what I’m saying.” She hoped that he would fill in the blanks with some story of his own fabrication- perhaps that they were deceased. In truth, only one of her parents was currently on the planet(to her best knowledge), while the other was likely in the deep corners of the universe trying to find a less troublesome child.
“If it’s alright, I don’t want to go back to Vegeta. I can hide my tail if I need to, but I’m not ready to go back-- you know?”
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Post by Toma on Nov 4, 2016 14:55:31 GMT
TOMA THE HERO"Ah, I'm... I'm sorry to hear that." Toma replied, a little saddened by the girl saying that her parents weren't around anymore. In Toma's mind, it translated to "They're dead.". He'd lost two families before. His adopted parents -- those who had taken care of him when he landed on the planet he was to conquor as a baby, and his actual family, his mother and sister.
He'd seen them not too long ago, but now... His sister had been killed by something while she was on Vegeta. Toma did not know what, but when she visited the living realm for a day he had gotten to see her for 24 hours. She seemed happy enough despite being dead, which gave him reassurance that she was living happily in heaven. He could take solace in that.
His mother, on the other hand, was still very much of the living world. He knew not where she'd ran off to, but he couldn't sense her presence anywhere on Earth. Which was strange, considering she was just as strong as he was. A Super Saiyan in her own right, just like his wife. There should be no reason he should've not been able to sense her.
He'd killed his adopted parents in an Oozaru-induced rage as a teen. A feat which he would never truly forgive himself for, but he was able to live with it now. He'd dealt with the grief. They had known the risks when they took him in. He could only hope they would forgive him when he met them again in the next world.
So yes, he knew very very well what it was like to lose family. And for a child so young, so scared... he couldn't help but feel for her. And he couldn't just rightly leave her out here, either. Ninjin probably wouldn't be happy with him bringing home a random Saiyan, but she'd understand. It was far more cruel to leave her to fend for herself than it was to at least get her situated.
Besides, they lived on an island in the middle of the ocean. For a family of Saiyans, there was no shortage of food. They had the whole sea as their bounty, even with their massive appetites.
"I know, how about this." He said, turning to her, smiling. "I can't just leave you out here. So how about you come stay with me and my family until we can get your situation in order, hm? Get you a new space pod or a place to stay for yourself, at least. How's that sound? I can even train you if you'd like. We're still Saiyans, right?"
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 4, 2016 15:33:09 GMT
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He was apologetic for her “loss”, and that allowed Rabiko to exhale a long sigh of relief. With him under the impression that his parents were no longer of this world, she could probably navigate through the social nuances of being from another dimension much more easily. After all, who would expect a young child to cope well with their parents being dead, even if that child was a Saiyan? Then again, it was expected of many Saiyans to more or less raise themselves… Then, a half-breed Saiyan! It came as a shock to her that she might be able to wear her half-breed status as nearly a mark of pride now, rather than a shameful fact to be obscured as best she could. And… for the first time, it dawned upon her that she might have dyed her hair before training with the other Saiyan children. Being free of their antagonization would have made the learning process far less troublesome, but she supposed that now was hardly the time to dwell on it.
Rabiko’s eyes slid slowly to the side and fully opened. For a moment, she simply drank in the larger man’s appearance. He had a face whose features were strong but somehow… paradoxically soft? It was hard for her to properly describe the emotions that she saw beneath the surface of this man, and harder yet for her to break free from the fierce hold that her father’s discipline had on her. Though this Saiyan could very well be just as friendly as he was leading her to believe, there was still that cautious portion of her mind that warned her not to turn her back too long to him. On the other hand… She shook her head quickly from side to side in a fruitless attempt to clear her mind of meandering thoughts. If he wanted to hurt her, he very likely would have done so already. She had heard that those trained in the Earthlings’ various martial hards had the ability to sense someone’s Ki, so it was likely that he already knew her approximate power level. If he was strong enough to destroy her rather durable pod with a single, basic, ki blast… he probably possessed the level of strength that she had assumed of him previous in fear. That meant that he was aware of the difference in their powers-- so his kindness had to be genuine, right? She allowed herself to hope, even in spite of the paranoia gnawing at the corners of her conscious mind.
When Toma offered her the option to stay with his family, Rabiko couldn’t help herself but to laugh aloud. He was so generous that it bordered upon foolishness, or he was -just- daft. Still, she wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to have a real meal. And if he was sincere in his offer to train her… maybe she could pull a bug people on him and turn this planet into her own personal stomping ground! This plan of his was pure poetry all the way down.
“I think that idea sounds fantastic. I haven’t had a proper meal in what feels like my whole life. The last planet I was on was so… yuck. They had basically nothing but vegetables, and those all tasted like a bag of butts.” She chuckled in spite of herself and slowly rose to her feet.
“... I hate to impose on your generosity, Mister Toma, but... Well--” as she spoke, she held her cloak wide open and demonstrated her gear’s state of disrepair. She wore a form-fitting bodysuit beneath a shoulder-less variant of the classic Saiyan Battle Armor. The chest-guard itself was missing its left breast, and her stomach plating had been riddled with cracks- so much so that it was some small miracle that it did not crumble entirely away any time she flexed. Fortunately for her dignity, Rabiko’s undersuit was mostly unscathed in the places that mattered, though it did possess its share of holes and caked on dirt. Now that she looked at herself, it was no wonder that he didn’t find her threatening… she looked like a creature that had just gotten its ass kicked- rather thoroughly, at that.
“-- My clothes are all messed up. I don’t suppose you have anything in my size?” she chuckled again, this time in spite of a swell of anxiety behind her words. It stung her Saiyan-Pride a bit to ask this favor of the man, but the reasonable half of her blood knew that it couldn’t be helped.
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Post by Toma on Nov 4, 2016 15:53:59 GMT
TOMA THE HEROShe agreed to the idea -- seemed excited, even. Toma was happy about that. It meant she was willing to learn, and maybe getting a real meal in her stomach would up her spirits. Toma knew that he always felt better after he had a good meal -- even more so if his wife cooked it. She always was the better cook than him.
She spoke about how the planet she was on before was nothing but vegetables, and Toma laughed. "Hah! I get that. I grew up on a planet of lizard people before I came to Earth. They only ate bugs. I had to learn to hunt and cook the animals there." He said, chuckling. She reminded him of himself, really, in some ways.
Perhaps he could steer her away from the path that the Saiyans had set for her. Give her the ability to choose her own path, live her own life. She was her own person, destined to do whatever she chose. Whatever she decided to do, it was truly be hers to claim. All she needed was a few little pushes in the right direction.
She then opened her cloak, after apologizing to him. He raised an eyebrow, and then looked over her suit. "Oooh, I see." He said, nodding. "Yeah, can't have you walking around in that. Especially not on Earth." He said, his body rising with the use of his Ki. He floated in the air for a moment, before his legs uncrossed and he stood on his feet normally again.
She asked if he had clothes, and luckily for her he always carried a capsule around for this kind of occasion.
Reaching between the red outer jacket of his Gi, he pulled out a small Capsule. "Well, let's see, shall we?" He rhetorically asked, before pressing his thumb down on the button and giving it a toss. The capsule poofed a small chest into existance, and Toma walked over to it, opening it.
He bent down, reaching into it and tossing shuffling orange and blue clothing around.
"Ah-ha! Here we go!" He said, standing back up, holding a basic Turtle Hermit Gi. It wasn't as elaborate as his, of course. His was a Masters Gi, due to his having graduated the school. Hers would be a basic training Gi.
"It's no battle armor, but it'll keep you looking decent at least. This is a martial arts Training Gi, perfect for practicing in." He said, smiling to her, offering her the clothes. It even came with blue and white shoes!
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 4, 2016 16:30:24 GMT
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Toma
Of all the wondrous things she had heard of the Earth in her own “dimension”, the human’s innovative Capsule technology was among the most mysterious. The girl’s eyes widened greatly as she saw capsule come out of the man’s Gi; if she had been any less surprised, she might have gasped- but Toma would simply have to settle for speechless wonderment. Though the use of Ki for various tasks was an amazing feat of martial mastery, it’s incredible span of implements paled in Rabiko’s mind when compared to the downright magical effects of humanity’s “Capsules”. When it erupted into a conveniently obfuscating plume of smoke, she finally let loose the held back gasp. Of course, when the smoke cleared, she nearly screamed. Instead, she offered something akin to a shrill laugh and charged forward, bobbing anxiously from side to side in an attempt to get a better look over the larger man’s shoulders. What sort of incredible work of technology was he going to inflict on her as “clothing”, she wondered?
To her slight disappointment, she was offered the tell-tale orange and blue colors of a Turtle-School Gi. She was entirely unfamiliar with the martial schools of Earth and consequently had no way of properly judging what an honor it was to be allowed to wear the very same colors as so many heroes from ages past. With the combined attire placed in her arms, she remained still for a long moment and simply stared at it. This was what he was using a Capsule for-- storing clothes? Of all the great things that could be accomplished through the scientific feats of miniaturization, a mobile chest-of-drawers was perhaps the least impressive of them. Still, she couldn’t entirely discredit the utility of his choice… though half a thought was spared to pondering why he happened to have a child’s size so readily available. Had he mentioned being a father before? She couldn’t properly recall. Not to turn down his gift, she bowed gratefully and turned away from him.
“You destroyed my pod, so I can’t change in there… turn around and don’t look!” she commanded him with a previously unseen confidence. When it came to her modesty, she did not care if he had the ability to delete her with a thought; it simply would not do to have a stranger catching a wayward glance of her boob. That being said, she did not waste any time in peeling away her body armor and depositing it haphazardly on the ground below. Before moving on to her undersuit, she was sure to tie her cloak again about her neck to serve as a makeshift curtain in case the man opted to take a peak. She peeled away each remaining piece of her attire as quickly as she could, though her progress was slowed by her using the elasticity of her suit to stretch its neck out and force it down her body. She likely could have spent the time instead simply tearing the suit off given its already damaged state, but going so long with only one set of clothing had taught her to be frugal where she could.
Donning the Turtle-Gi was a rather quick process, however. She had her lower half fully clothed in seconds, and then hurried to unbind her cloak and put on the gi’s two shirts as hastily as she could. Finally, Rabiko turned about and hoped that he had not stolen a peak at anything in the last few seconds of her exposure, but was resigned to simply glower at him if he had. It wasn’t like she could actually do anything about it, given their apparent differences in strength.
“Alright, how do I look? I’ve never worn anything this loose before… so it feels kind of weird.”
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Post by Toma on Nov 4, 2016 16:51:59 GMT
TOMA THE HEROToma was glad this day had taken such an interesting turn. She accepted his gift, and then commanded he turn around so that she could change. She needn't worry about his peeking on her -- the very thought disgusted him. Not only was he a married man, she was only a child! What kind of sick villain would do such a thing?
And so, he turned around promptly, doing as he was told. He pondered what he should train her in first. Ki Sensing would be a good place to start, he supposed. It'd be useful for her to determine what fights she should or should not take. Sometimes running from a fight was as brave as standing your ground. Going blindly into a battle spelt death for anyone, even someone of his caliber.
He also thought that he should introduce her to the Earths other fighters. Bing and Maeve would probably enjoy meeting her. The Pendulum Room would be a good place to train for her, too. An environment where they could go all out without risk of damaging the planet. Toma had used it himself before, but it was all the way up on the Lookout.
He was snapped back to reality, jarred from his thoughts when he heard her voice again. She asked how she looked, and he turned around to examine her. He smiled, walking forward and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I think you look great. That Gi really suits you. Since you're not from Earth, you don't know this, but the Turtle Gi that you wear is the very same uniform that some of the universes greatest fighters wore in legends. Their names have been lost to time, unfortunately, but a few of these warriors were students of the turtle school and wore the orange and blue that you now wear."
She then went on to comment about how she'd never worn something so loose before, and how it felt weird. He chuckled. "You get used to it. The lighter material will let your body move easier and more naturally. And, honestly, at the level you're at, Armor won't do you any good anyways."
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 4, 2016 17:28:29 GMT
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Rabiko nodded as the elder saiyan explained the significance of her garb. She appreciated that she was being given a gift whose design an hue had such important implications, but ultimately remained fairly unfazed. Though she did not mouth it, a rebellious part of her mind wondered just how important the old warriors could have been if their names were still unremembered. Rabiko reminded herself that those same ancient warriors were likely the reason that this man was evidently so much stronger than her, and that she would do well to remember that there were likely countless un-named warriors of ages past that could reduce her to mince without so much as a broken nail; that succeeded in shushing the contrary voice within her mind well enough, though it retreated like a cowed teenager, whispering derisive comments all the way.
When her benefactor mentioned that the gi would be easier to move, and presumably fight, in, she began stretching her body every way imaginable. A few punches thrown here, a kick and twirl there… she was pleased to find that the man was mostly right. These garments would serve her splendidly in the days to come, and hopefully they would be more durable than they were heavy. She cast a nearly self-conscious eye back to the Battle Armor and undersuit that she had worn before and felt a twang of regret at having swapped them out so readily. Though these clothes were certainly lighter than the armor, it was hard to say that they were necessarily any better for movement. Over the last year or so, she had worn essentially nothing but her Saiyan regalia, making it more akin to a second skin to her than any real sort of armor. Of course, there were times that it had saved her life-- she was certain that she would have been killed on the Bug Planet if it were not for the slash-resistant nature of the battle armor. Perhaps she would have one of the native Earthlings repair her armor for her when she had earned enough trust to represent her home’s attire without much fuss. It was true that the armor was not ideal once advanced Ki techniques were brought into the equation… but it could still occasionally be the difference between life and death.
“Turtle School, huh?” she echoed the school’s name quietly, finding it somewhat ironic that a man from the “Turtle” school was telling her that armor was useless. She was sure that the irony was not lost on him. Rabiko continued, “You said armor wouldn’t do me any good for the “level” I’m at. So is it really true that you can learn to sense someone’s power? I mean, I’ve heard of some particularly exceptional Saiyans learning to do it back on Vegeta, but… I’ve never actually met one that could. Is it any more accurate than using a scouter?”
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Post by Toma on Nov 4, 2016 17:45:20 GMT
TOMA THE HEROShe questioned him about the ability of Ki Sensing, and Toma nodded, sitting down on the chest after he had closed it again. "Indeed. Sensing the latent energy within another being is called Ki Sensing." He said, closing his eyes. "It allows me not just to know your power, but feel it, too. I can gauge not only how strong someone is, but also their emotions too, to a degree." He explained, opening his eyes again to look at her.
"In my personal opinion, I think Ki Sensing is more useful than a Scouter. Scouters can be broken or destroyed during battle. Ki Sense is always with you, and you can use it to fight foes you couldn't otherwise see, such as if you were in a dark room. Fighting without your eyes. It sounds crazy at first, but mastering the technique will make you all the more dangerous to your foes." He paused for a moment, before sighing.
"However, that's not to say Scouters don't have their uses. They have built in phones so you can communicate with your allies, and there are beings who's Ki cannot be sensed. Scouters allow you to track the movements of such a being."
He looked to his hand, and a small yellow Ki orb appeared in his palm. He held his hand out to her, the small ball overing above his outstreched hand. "As I'm sure you're aware, Ki is the natural life energy that flows through every living being. With training, Ki can be harnessed for various things. Like energy blasts or flight, for example. However, there are many other uses for Ki as well."
"For example..." Toma would begin, using his telepathy to speak to her without moving his lips. "I can telepathically speak to you using my Ki. Pretty cool, right?"
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 4, 2016 18:12:27 GMT
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Toma
She nodded as the larger Saiyan took his place upon his chest and began explaining the function and utility of his Ki-Sensing ability. Though she had originally suspected that Ki-Sensing might have been only marginally useful when compared to something like a scouter- which required no training to use- it was quickly becoming apparent that this Ki-Sensing abilities was a wildly superior option. The thought of being able to fight while blinded was a rather enticing one, especially given the fact that her eyes had been one of the primary traits that her Insectoid disciples had taken to exploiting. Though they had superior power with their numbers, they were especially careful and were sure to use their planet’s darker regions to their greatest advantage when pushing Rabiko offworld. Though her Scouter had allowed her to at least detect when a powerful Ki Blast was coming, it had ultimately proved useless when attempting to track the silent movements of the Insectoids.
What gripped her attention more than the notion of fighting in total darkness was Toma’s idea that there existed a creature whose Ki could not be sensed even by the most diligent masters of the Ki-Sensing technique. When she thought about it, it made sense that some machines might exist that could fulfill those conditions-- robotic suits were among the various combat implements that could have their power level determined by a scouter. If what Toma was saying was true, then it meant that there were some creatures in the universe that had mixed their inner workings with enough machinery to effectively become some strange hybrid of both. Rabiko had heard of such entities existing when trading stories with the other youths on Vegeta, but she didn’t think they were anything more than the exaggeration of an excitable child mind. She was getting just a little tired of being wrong in her assumptions.
Of course, she knew the natural traits of Ki- that was a basic thing taught to every Saiyan at the Academy, though it mostly took the form of destructive blasts… not unlike the one that Toma had used to destroy her pod. Beyond that, it was remarkably uncommon for a Saiyan to lack the ability to fly utilizing their Ki. Without such a basic implementation of mobility, she figured that the Saiyan Solar Empire would have been entirely unable to secure its success thus far, just given that their transportation technology seemed to be woefully inadequate compared to those of less aggressive space-faring races.
All that washed away from her mind when she heard Toma’s voice echo through her thoughts. “What the what?!” She exclaimed loudly at the man’s intruding voice. Never before had she been subject to something like telepathy, and it felt… Well, it felt dirty. Her mind was a sacred and precious place, and peeking into it in any capacity was even worse than spying on someone while bathing them. It felt like she had been briefly violated by his voice, and she wanted nothing more than for him to stop… and not do it again.
“Would you mind, you know, not doing that mind-speak thing? It’s really kind of weird and, well…. It makes me feel uncomfortable.” She crossed her arms over her chest defensively and shifted her eyes away from him, as if she were embarrassed to admit that he had done something that got under her skin so severely.
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