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Post by Rabiko on Nov 5, 2016 13:01:23 GMT
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Rabiko’s smile expanded into a full-fledged grin when he accepted her demand of lunch payment and ruffled her hair. In the back of her mind, a nagging voice reminded her that all good things would come to an end, and it was likely only a matter of time until he discovered her “extra-dimensional origins”. She could only hope in the meantime that it would take him long enough to realize where she had come from that she could fully benefit from his training. Still, the more optimistic side of her mind reassured her that Toma didn’t seem to be the sort of man that might care about where she had come from. Still, it didn’t hurt to remain at least a little guarded, right?
When Toma lifted into the air, Rabiko was quick to follow. Though the man’s speed was surely superior to her own, she only lagged slightly behind his deliberately slower pace and remained close enough to reach out and touch him if need be. More than once over the duration of their trip, she found herself idly reaching out as if to grab his boot, then quickly retracted her hand. She wasn’t quite sure what had given her the desire to do so each time and chalked it up to some subconscious compulsion.
“So, Teacher-man!” she called from behind him, shouting to ensure that he could hear her over the wind passing their heads. “What kind of food are we going to eat? I might literally explode if you take me somewhere with too many vegetables!” Even Rabiko wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise; all she knew was that if her eyes fell upon even a single carrot at this location… she might tie her belt into a noose and bid this cruel fate “farewell.”
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Post by Toma on Nov 5, 2016 13:27:27 GMT
TOMA THE HEROToma turned back towards Rabiko when she called him Teacher-Man again. He had meant to mention it earlier, but had gotten so caught up in their conversation so he decided to correct her. "On Earth, we refer to our teachers as 'Master'! So you'd better start calling me Master Toma if you want me to respond!" He said, half-joking. But it would help her blend in with humans. She looked human enough, especially if she kept her tail hidden.
Plus, in a Turtle Gi, people would just think she's a martial arts student. It would only serve to her getting accepted on Earth easier, as the turtle school was one of the most well known schools on the planet, along side the Crane school.
"And you don't have to worry about that!" Toma said, having already decided where the two of them were going to go. He knew a fantastic all-you-can-eat buffet in town. "I know a fantastic buffet place!"
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 5, 2016 14:20:12 GMT
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Master? Her tail instinctively fluffed at the very thought of referring to someone so degradingly. Was that some kind of joke that Earthlings played on each other early one? Back on Vegeta, calling someone “Master” was more akin to referring to one’s owner… as a Saiyan, he surely should have known that? Unless, of course, this was a feature from her “home universe” that was not shared between the two. That would be problematic for her, since she was so opposed to referring to him as such. Even though it incensed her, she didn’t want to risk overplaying her hand and either denying herself tutelage from an obviously skilled warrior, or to potentially reveal herself as alien to this place any more than she already. It seemed as though she was stuck between a rock and a Super Saiyan. Rabiko sighed.
“I… that’s kind of strange to me, but I guess I’ll refer to you however you’d like, M-Master Toma…” she obviously struggled with the word, though her strife was further accentuated by a flush of red touching her cheeks. She was embarrassed to be forced to call him “Master”, but perhaps that was just how it was going to be here-on out. More importantly, there was food to be had.
“Buffet, though? Like, we get to eat anything we want?” The idea of a buffet was foreign to her, though she knew the word. In her experience, you were only allowed to eat as much as you needed to healthily survive, though that was an exceptional amount given her Saiyan heritage. When she thought of being able to eat anything she wanted from a large, replenishing, line-up… She could only imagine what incredible sizes she would swell to as a result of her voracious appetite. “Master” Toma had an advantage in that he could enter the Super Saiyan state and drain out his energy as he ate, making room for even yet more food. She had been impressed by the state before, now she was nothing other than jealous.
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Post by Toma on Nov 5, 2016 15:05:56 GMT
TOMA THE HEROAfter noticing how much the phrase 'master' bothered her, Toma reconsidered having her call him that. Had he overstepped his bounds? He had refered to his master by the same title when he'd been learning under him. Perhaps on Vegeta, Master meant something else? Could that be it?
He'd never really thought of it, to be honest. Being a member of the Elite of the Saiyan hierarchy, he'd never had dealt with that. Having been sent away as a child, he'd grown into the adult he was today. Not long ago, he'd met with his mother again who had accepted him back into her family after seeing how strong he'd become.
He was no 'low class' by any means. Even if he'd been born with a low power level. His mother had called him a "Late Bloomer". He stopped in the air, a hand on his chin, before turning to her again. "How about this?" He asked, smiling.
"Refer to me as Muten Toma, instead." He spoke, nodding. "It's the same as 'Master', but it's an older version of it for martial arts teachers, instead of the modern word. Would you prefer that?"
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 5, 2016 16:07:48 GMT
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“No, no, no--” She waved a hand dismissively in his direction. Though the using the title he requested was embarrassing, she did not want to risk doing anything that would detract from the quality of their training. If that meant she had to subject herself to strange Earth-Culture so that Toma would feel the most comfortable in his role as teacher, then she would simply bite that bullet. “That’s quite alright, Master Toma,” she spoke again with more confidence. Aside from her desires, this man had the ability to quite literally delete her on the spot, and she didn’t want to do anything that might risk his ire.
“I’m just not used to addressing someone like that. I’ll get used to it soon enough!” She offered him her explanation, though she assumed that he had already figured out her reasonings based on his willingness to adjust the nomenclature requested. It wasn’t like addressing him as “Master” would kill her, at any rate.
“Let’s not dawdle around here deciding on titles for too long. I’m starting to feel some pretty heavy hunger setting in, and I’m ready to embrace my new life as a fat slob,” she offered him a smile and pointed in the general direction that they had been heading, hopeful that the matter could be put behind them as soon as they returned to speed.
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Post by Toma on Nov 5, 2016 22:19:45 GMT
Entering: North CapitalBased on the girls reaction, she seemed to be adjusting to the title rather well. He smiled at her willingness to adjust to his rules. It showed her will to learn and get stronger, and that couldn't make Toma any happier as a teacher. His first real student... It was exhilarating! He'd never had the chance to truly sit down and teach someone like that.
And so the girl made a joke about stuffing her face, and Toma's stomach let out yet another loud growl, growing more and more irritated by the second. The slumbering beast demanded sacrifices, and Toma had little time left to oblidge.
"Okay, okay." He said, chuckling, before he began descending towards North Capital. If Rabiko followed, she'd find herself next to him, right in front of a all you could eat buffet. He walked in, and the clerk looked to them.
He was happy at first. And then he took a closer look at Toma. The martial arts Gi, the hair. The tail.
"Oh god." The store owner thought. "It's that saiyan from Satan City." And he was filled with dread. Not for fear of his life, of course. He knew this man was a defender of the innocent, a champion of the weak.
No, no. He feared for the stores of food in his back room. Toma smiled, speaking up. "Two, please!" He said, as the store owner sighed, dreading how he'd let the place be open to Saiyans.
Damn their voracious appetites.
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 6, 2016 8:31:08 GMT
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If there was any one thing that consistently could be used to get out of an awkward situation with another Saiyan, it was food. Most of the fighting race were so voracious in their appetites that they could almost always stand to eat, and they rarely were picky about what was actually being shoveled into their face. More than one time in her memory, Rabiko had eaten something that she already knew would make her sick on the off chance that this time would be different. To her great fortune, she had no distinctive food allergies, as she likely would have found herself in Other World from a most embarrassing death. Then again, with all the monstrous creatures in the universe, was it really that embarrassing to admit to having been killed by shellfish? As far as anyone else was concerned, it could have been a monstrous shrimp tormenting a city of innocent weaklings.
With her excuse to steer their conversation elsewhere successful, she wasted no time in descending alongside her new “Master”. As they dropped from the sky, Rabiko was sure to tuck her tail in out of sight beneath her belt, though it was about as uncomfortable as one might imagine. Several times on their descent did she feel the appendage try to straighten itself or find a more comfortable position, to no avail. She mentally pleaded with the thing to remain calm long enough for them to eat and enter more accepting company. Whether or not she was afforded a “protected” status by Toma was of no concern to her- she did not want to risk being the strange Saiyan in a strange land without trusting her ability to defend herself. If what Toma said was true, there were at least a handful of fighters on this version of Earth that could best him, which in turn meant that Rabiko’s chances of becoming a stain upon the ground were much, much higher than she would have liked. For now, however, she tried to focus on the pros of her situation: Food!
For the time, she remained quiet. Rabiko didn’t want to speak out of turn when entering a new establishment like this, and she certainly didn’t want to do anything to damage her chances at eating enough food to ignite a new star. Instead, she simply waited until the two had been seated and was able to look to Toma without the presence of another nearby. “So… I’ve never done this before, how does a “buffet” work? Do we wait for them to bring us a huge table of food, or what?”
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Post by Toma on Nov 6, 2016 12:25:34 GMT
Entering: North CapitalThe two were shown a table, and then the store owner retreated to the back room. He shouted something about making a ton more food at his chefs, and Toma chuckled. Apparently this man had dealt with Saiyans before. The thought amused him.
Rabiko sat down, while Toma had remained standing. For a moment he was confused, but then he remembered she wasn't from around Earth. He doubted there were many buffets such as this on Vegeta, and he smiled. "Nah." He said, waving an arm over towards the center of the room. Racks of food in hot pans and on hot plates lined the room on the island stands that showed them off.
Toma spoke again. "You grab a plate from the stands over there and pick out what you want. Just keep eating until you're full." Toma said, before walking over to the food to start picking out his own meals.
There was a vast selection of food to be had, of course. Pastas, chicken, sushi, cooked fish, pork, beef, vegetables, and that was just to name a few. They also had deserts like pudding and ice cream ready for if you wanted more after your main course.
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 6, 2016 13:39:46 GMT
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Though she had been slightly curious at to why he had remained standing, the blue-haired hybrid had simply passed it off as a difference in their cultures- and she was sure he would do the same. Of course, the explanation came shortly thereafter when he drew her attention to the buffet near the center of the room. She wondered for a moment how she had been dense enough to miss something that obvious… but it was just possible that the hunger itself was messing with her mind. Rabiko dismissed it with a slight shrug as she pulled herself out of her seat.
For a brief moment, the girl’s lavender eyes shifted between Toma and the buffet. An idea struck her suddenly, resulting in an expansive grin blossoming onto her face. “Toma-- er, Master Toma! Let’s turn this into training, or like a competition! The first one to load up… let’s say four plates of food and bring them back to the table wins! But! You can only bring one at a time!” It was fairly apparent by her excessive exuberance that she was not going to hear any alternative. Even though she had been previously rather self conscious about overplaying her hand, Rabiko was, at the end of the day, still a child. She slapped Toma’s arm and declared: “Okay? Go!”
At the conclusion of her own “Go!”, Rabiko allowed her ki to surge into each of her limbs. She disappeared in a sudden flicker of movement- a demonstration of the previously mentioned high-velocity movement that she had been practicing. She was careful to avoid the place’s other patrons when utilizing her accelerated speed, but wasted no time in selected a large plate and piling various articles from the buffet onto it. By her own estimation, she had grabbed something like: A pile of rice, some brightly colored and sticky meat dish, a grilled fish, several (presumably meat) buns, and a single head of broccoli(a balanced diet is important, you know?) After she had finished filling the first plate, she returned to the table with the same nearly instantaneous movement; only upon depositing her first dish did she turn to see if Toma had objected to her game.
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Post by Toma on Nov 6, 2016 18:17:45 GMT
Entering: North CapitalThe girl proposed a challenge. To see who could get their plates the fastest? Toma knew that he could win quite easily, but that wouldn't be very fun for the girl would it? He decided to let her have this one -- however, he wasn't going to fake it.
Turning up his Ki, he moved through the place with grace that was surprising for a Saiyan, and even more so for a man of his size. The six foot Super Saiyan made hardly a wasted movement as he grabbed his plates, grabbing his food.
Pulled pork, chicken, spaghetti, rice balls, beef broccoli, you name it. He had a sample of everything in the room on his collective plates, and arrived back at his table a mere fraction of a second behind Rabiko. He laughed. "Well, you're pretty quick! You actually beat me!"
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 6, 2016 22:44:18 GMT
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Within Rabiko’s mind, she knew fully well that Toma would beat her in any footrace. For that matter, he could likely move so fast in a fight that she would be unable to see him save for the moment he struck, and she wouldn’t be able to detect even that if he was fighting in his fully powered state. Attempting to imagine what sort of speeds were attainable using a Super Saiyan transformation was mind-boggling to the girl, enough so that she didn’t bother hurting her mind fathoming it. With the facts lined up neatly within her mind, she normally would not have believed that she had any chance of winning this game of speed and dexterity… but there was a nuance that balanced the playing field, if only a little. In these tight quarters, she knew that Toma’s superior size and speed would make it difficult for him to maneuver around the other patrons of the restaurant. This wasn’t a matter of questioning his skill, just that there were some basic principles of physics in play that allowed a smaller and slightly slower “racer” to grab an advantage. Or, so Rabiko’s inexperienced mind reasoned.
Naturally, her potentially incorrect theory was reinforced by the fact that she had edged out a victory over Toma, if only barely. Satisfied with herself, she all but threw her butt into her seat and let out a rather blusterous breath. “Ho-ho-ho…” she mockingly laughed at her teacher with a patronly voice, “... With speeds like that, perhaps I should be the Master in this relationship!” Her expression betrayed her complete lack of seriousness. Perhaps one day she could hope to break even with the stronger Saiyan in an outright footrace- but for now, little victories like this would simply have to do. The competitive nature of the Saiyan spirit was an unfortunate thing; it would drive Rabiko to achieve heights beyond her wildest dreams, and yet it would also likely prevent her from ever truly surpassing her master. It was a fate that she would likely just have to accept.
With their “race” fully behind them, and enough food to kill a small tribe in front of them, the petite hybrid opted to let any such thoughts of mastery fade from her mind. For now, her only desire was to discover precisely how many flavors her tongue could experience simultaneously. She had a hunch that the answer was realistically somewhere around 23. Without any further adieu, Rabiko began to gorge herself on the food before her.
It was perhaps a minute before she had found enough restraint to peel her face away from the meat buns in her hand and look to her Master, who was likely doing the same. She swallowed what remained in her mouth and began, “Do you think I’ll ever be able to become a Super Saiyan, like you? I mean, you can probably tell that I’m a low-class warrior, and am not pure-blooded… but does that mean that turning the loveliest shade of gold is outside of my reach?”
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Post by Toma on Nov 7, 2016 10:38:17 GMT
Entering: North Capital"Hm?" Toma asked, as the girl questioned him about being a Super Saiyan. She stated that she'd been a low-class and a Hybrid, two traits which generally made one looked down upon on Vegeta. Toma had seen that in the one short month he'd spent there with his mother and sister.
Despite having already picked clean the plate that he was currently eating in the short minute they'd been devouring their food, Toma opted to set the dishware aside so that he could tell the girl his story. So that it might put her mind at ease, and reassure her of the potential that she held within herself, whether she realized it or not.
"Well." Toma began, smiling at her. "I was born a low-class warrior, too." He began, recounting his past. "My mother was an elite class warrior, and I was her first born. Having had a low power level, I was sent away to a distant planet as a baby." He continued, nodding.
"I did not do as my orders intended, though. The people there were gentle and kind, and raised me as their own. I learned the art of fighting and discipline from their martial arts teachers. And when I grew old enough, I came here, to Earth." He said, leaving out the part of his Oozaru rampage. She didn't need to hear that sad part of the tale.
"My mother, about a year after I left, had another child. My half sister, who was born with a power level high enough to be elite status. As you can imagine, she had no intention of finding me." He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.
"When I got to Earth, I studied under Ninjin of the Turtle School. She's a half-saiyan, like you. She had the ability to become a Super Saiyan, and I learned how to transform not long after her. Eventually, the two of us married and had our own children." He said, smilling at the thought.
"So," He looked to her again, still smiling that warm smile. "I believe you can become a Super Saiyan. If I can do it, and my wife can do it, there's no reason you won't be able to. Of course you can't do it now, your body isn't strong enough to handle the stress that comes with the power. But you'll get it in time."
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 7, 2016 16:57:26 GMT
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Rabiko nearly forgot to blink several times throughout his story- the idea that another half-saiyan had been born with a greater latent potential than a full-blooded saiyan was… frankly, it was quite absurd to her. With how much the girl had been put down by her own father for her diluted heritage, she had come to believe that a half-breed saiyan would never amount to anything more than fodder. Of course, she had struggled(often in vain) to overcome this hurdle, but all of her experiences leading up to this very moment had defined the belief firmly within her mind. When she had asked him the question, she had already accepted that such a transformation was out of her reach in this life. Before he had begun, she had been resigned to the notion that she would have to hope to be reborn as something great before realizing any of her potential- if she had any. Toma’s words indicating the contrary were beyond exciting to her, they were-- well, her mind told her that they were probably lies. Still, she was grateful that the man saw something in her that she did not see in herself.
“Your wife can transform, huh?” she echoed him half-heartedly, potentially betraying her lack of belief in his words. This all was not to say that she thought that that Toma was a liar- just that the very idea of his story was nearly impossible within her worldview. Still, she didn’t want to let him down by letting her doubts get in the way of training. Even if she believed that she was destined to be the worst fighter in all of existence, there was a primordial Saiyan essence within her that told her that she had to strive to be the best that she could be regardless. Being the best of the worst still meant that she was the best of something- and it was that sort of thought that kept her getting out of bed each morning. Or, it would if she had been afforded such luxuries as beds in the previous handful of months. She began on her third plate of food while further considering what her teacher had to say.
“So your sister was born with a huge power level, huh? You’re a Super Saiyan now-- I bet you’d blow her out of the water, Master. Maybe you should be showing your family that you’re great rather than wasting time with me, eh?” She spoke through several mouthfuls of food and offered him as much of a smile as her packed cheeks could allow. It appeared that manners were nothing more than an amusing pass-time to their race.
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Post by Toma on Nov 7, 2016 19:47:43 GMT
TOMA THE HEROToma studied the girls reaction to his tale and he noticed she didn't quite seem to believe his words. Not that he could blame her, really. He supposed that if he had heard the same tale two years ago he'd have thought it was crazy, too. He hadn't even heard of a Super Saiyan until his dear friend, Athren, had become the first in a thousand years to become a Super Saiyan.
Come to think of it, Athren and Toma never did get to have their decisive bout. Whatever happened to him? Did he die? Did he just dissapeer into the depths of space, to be left alone from this world? Questions for later, Toma supposed.
Now it was time for answers for the girl that sat across from him, and in the time it took for her to ask her questions again he had already cleared another plate. It was true -- manners weren't exactly a Saiyan forte.
"Well, actually," Toma began, recalling the last few months. "I ran into my mother not too long ago. My sister, as well. My mother accepted me back into her household when she saw my power, even though my sister is still far stronger than I am. She's a Super Saiyan, too." He said, nodding. "And my mother attained the transformation a few weeks ago, too. Though, I haven't been able to sense her energy lately..." He said, a bit somber at the last part of his statement.
Deep down, Toma was a kind soul. Forgive and forget, everyone gets one. That was his policy, and Radasha, his mother, had used hers. He had forgiven her for abandoning him, even though he'd nearly beaten her face in during their first encounter from his rage. But he loved her, as he did any family member. And the fact that she was gone again saddened him.
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Post by Rabiko on Nov 7, 2016 20:36:15 GMT
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The petite girl’s arms came to cross firmly over her bust while a frown teased its way onto her lips. As Toma’s stories went on, it was becoming increasingly apparent that the Super Saiyan state was a curiously common phenomena in this universe. On “her Vegeta”, the transformation was little more than a legend from centuries past. Either the state was not as rare as she had been led to believe, or this universe was packed to the brim with unbelievably powerful warriors. Or, Toma was somehow fortunate enough to be nexus to some of the most powerful forces in the known universe(s)-- no matter which one it was, hearing of so many Super Saiyans was quickly causing its mystery to wear thin in Rabiko’s mind. After a moment longer of frowning, she allowed her face to relax and breathed a long sigh. She knew that she should be focused on improving herself and dreaming to attain the state rather than disheartening herself with pointless speculation about the form’s frequency. For all that she knew, it was simply a coincidence that so many around Toma had achieved the state.
“I guess congrats for finding them again?” she redirected her energies toward learning more about the man’s circumstances, hoping that it might allow her to finish the transition from self-depreciation to a more positive outlet. “Your sister must really be something if she’s strong enough to attain the Super Saiyan state and still exceed you. I guess that’s kind of a good thing, though, right? It’s always good to have a goal to work toward, and better when it’s something tangible and measurable, right?” As she spoke, she carefully avoided making any mention of Toma’s potentially deceased mother. Rabiko, for all of her good intentions, had a notoriously bad habit of being unable to soothe a grieving person. It turned out, apparently, that sweets were not the cure to an aching heart-- though many humans already pints deep in frozen custard may very well have disagreed.
“Ah, well… I think I’ve eaten my fill-- much more and I might actually be too stuffed to train. Speaking of, when do we start?” The discussion had probably gone on too long and she desperately needed to get some blood pumping through her diminutive muscles.
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