Post by Tomaya on Nov 22, 2016 2:19:11 GMT
Tomaya awoke early in the morning. It did not take her long to get prepared for the journey coming - most of what she needed would be available in the pod. After a shower and donning her clothing and armor, she was out the door heading toward the space port. She was traveling a little slower today than usual. It had been a long time since she'd left Vegeta. The last time she had left the planet, she had been sent to war against the Arcosians - witnessed the great Tree of Might as it destroyed their home world with it's terrible power. And after that, she'd been sent to Earth to fight against the humans and their allies.
In both scenarios, she'd nearly been killed several times. Not that she particularly feared death - it was always a possibility when doing battle. She did not actively want to seek it, however, and here she was preparing to leave the planet yet again to go to another world. She knew a small bit about the namekians - knew that, in general, they were not a warrior race. She knew also that that meant nothing - the humans, in general, were also not a warrior race but could produce beings capable of rivaling the saiyan queen. So, even if these slug men had a reputation for all of them being absolute pacifists - which they didn't - then she'd still need to be cautious.
A short time later, she reached the space port, passing by several saiyans speaking to each other in the halls, a few children running around playing their little games. She would miss this planet, miss how lively it was. She'd miss her own kind - dumb as rocks as so many of them were, but they were still her own people. Even if she were on earth, where the inhabitants looked exactly like them, she'd still feel alone. At least the other times she left the planet, she was with her parents, or with her own squad, or with the rest of the saiyan army. It was... strange, to be heading into the vastness of space alone this time.
Oh well, such thoughts were unbecoming of a warrior. She should simply be striking ahead, no worries to drag her behind.
She stepped into the pod - an old, rickety model. It'd serve for getting her to Namek, but she'd have to find an alternative mode of transportation once there she guessed. She punched in the coordinates of Namek, and settled back into the padded seat of the pod while the door slowly folded shut. A moment later, and the pod shuddered, lurched and then fired upward through the sky, quickly becoming little more than a gleaming streak of light to the inhabitants of her world. Tomaya folded her arms across her chest and settled in, a small sigh escaping her lips. She always hated this part - the wait to reach a new planet.
The calm before a storm.
~Word Count: 492~
In both scenarios, she'd nearly been killed several times. Not that she particularly feared death - it was always a possibility when doing battle. She did not actively want to seek it, however, and here she was preparing to leave the planet yet again to go to another world. She knew a small bit about the namekians - knew that, in general, they were not a warrior race. She knew also that that meant nothing - the humans, in general, were also not a warrior race but could produce beings capable of rivaling the saiyan queen. So, even if these slug men had a reputation for all of them being absolute pacifists - which they didn't - then she'd still need to be cautious.
A short time later, she reached the space port, passing by several saiyans speaking to each other in the halls, a few children running around playing their little games. She would miss this planet, miss how lively it was. She'd miss her own kind - dumb as rocks as so many of them were, but they were still her own people. Even if she were on earth, where the inhabitants looked exactly like them, she'd still feel alone. At least the other times she left the planet, she was with her parents, or with her own squad, or with the rest of the saiyan army. It was... strange, to be heading into the vastness of space alone this time.
Oh well, such thoughts were unbecoming of a warrior. She should simply be striking ahead, no worries to drag her behind.
She stepped into the pod - an old, rickety model. It'd serve for getting her to Namek, but she'd have to find an alternative mode of transportation once there she guessed. She punched in the coordinates of Namek, and settled back into the padded seat of the pod while the door slowly folded shut. A moment later, and the pod shuddered, lurched and then fired upward through the sky, quickly becoming little more than a gleaming streak of light to the inhabitants of her world. Tomaya folded her arms across her chest and settled in, a small sigh escaping her lips. She always hated this part - the wait to reach a new planet.
The calm before a storm.
~Word Count: 492~
