Swords and Saiyans (Invite Kayen) Mar 11, 2019 19:35:32 GMT -6
Post by Tarch on Mar 11, 2019 19:35:32 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 100,000. Energy Setting: 40,000
Since his time on Namek, Tarch had a strange outlook toward the saiyan queen. He looked up to her with a fearful admiration, wanting to learn to fight like her, but not be like her. Now, of course, no trip to Vegeta would be complete without seeing the woman in the flesh, and he seemed to recall her giving him a training sword for the next time they fought each other. Hopefully, she hadn't changed her mind. Tarch had too many fearful encounters since that day. From actual blades to ordinary kitchen knives, the poor boy would freeze whenever any sharp edges were around. Not to mention that Blood Ruby still scared him a good bit. So he decided it was time to make good on that offer. It didn’t take long at all to find the Saiyan Palace. It stuck out like a sore thumb as the cleanest looking building among a more rough and tumble planet. The hard part was getting inside. Tarch thought he could just waltz right in through the front door. The teen was busy admiring the architecture of the grand building when he felt a hand press firmly on his shoulder. He looked up to see a large saiyan blocking his entry into the palace
It turned out that security at the palace got just a touch tighter in recent days thanks to what the guard referred to as ‘a crazy geezer.’ More importantly though, was the Queen was currently absent and they didn’t want to risk any more crazies coming in trying to pull any funny business. Luckily, as soon as Tarch mentioned his name, the guard recognized him. Well sort of. He heard the name in relation to a Kohlra. Figuring a scrawny kid like Tarch couldn’t possibly do too much harm, he conceded, but with one condition.
The guard walked the young hybrid into the throne room and instructed him not to touch anything. But asking a teenager like Tarch to stand there and twiddle his thumbs and expecting him to actually listen are two extremely different things. Tarch touched just about everything he could, down to the little crescents on the rails above. One of which was now resting lopsided when he accidentally took one of. Finally, after a good ten minutes, Tarch found his way to the throne itself. He plopped himself lazily into the grand chair and began making decree’s to no one, believing no one would come for a while.
“I, Prince Tarch of Vegeta, declare all Wednesdays to be dedicated to swimming! Steward, please take me to the royal pool!”