For Better or For Worse [Closed] Nov 8, 2018 22:18:55 GMT -6
Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Nov 8, 2018 22:18:55 GMT -6
For Better or For Worse
16,000 PL - Base Form (x1)
Tapping her foot in front of the gravestones lined up against the field, Xana pondered to herself. Was the Saiyan Kingdom truly okay? What things had gone wrong while she was away? The Fleet recovered quickly from their lose of their leader and the Saiyan kingdom gained a new one themselves, all from mysterious origins. Xana had only seen the news updates but hadn’t heard the stories, and in all honesty, it was driving her mad. A space pirate who wanted the return of Saiyan Solar Empire? Surely Vocado didn’t give her some sort of control over the whole Kingdom, right?
The Saiyaness grabbed her forehead and began to rub her temples. This month has definitely been interested to say the least. It was almost like fate was against her. Xana’s stomach grumbled in discomfort and hunger over her recent thoughts, so perhaps food was the next stop of the day, but not before a goodbye. Xana got onto one knee and put a hand on the gravestone before her. It was a sword with acid stains in the rainbow stained blade that had solidified from the creature’s death. The False Queen placed her head on the handle of the rapier, pausing as she let her thoughts flow. Perhaps from the other side, Chapron could hear them, but the mystery was to be explored later.
A minute passed, then two before Xana stood up and frowned. “It’s really not fair. You protect Earth for two hundred years and you die on Namek.” The Saiyaness muttered, taking a step back. It was time to get going. There was already a lot of drama, Xana didn’t need to stay here and get caught up in more emotions. Keeping to foot, Xana took to the dirt path, eyes low as she started to advance towards base. Surely lunch would be soon, meaning Xana was moments away from scarfing down on who-knows-what for the next half hour until she felt satisfied. The idea of a full stomach set Xana’s pace a little faster, but something in her mind told her to hang back. Was her saiyan gut telling her to keep on guard or was it telling her to be welcoming for something approaching? Either way, Xana’s instincts were twitching on this walk home.