Vocado coasted into the Elder’s Village, blood still caked on his chestplate. The terror of Namek was slain with some effort, meaning the hunt could go on. People could be revived. Vocado’s grim destiny could begin.
He stood at the edge of town, frown placed squarely on his face, and trudged. Even after his pit stop in the Northern Scar he was still tired. Emotionally, he supposed, more than physically. It felt like it took ages to reach the fountain in the center of town. Oboe told him they’d regroup here, should Vocado survive.
”Oboe,” he called out dejectedly, ”It’s all done. We can rest now.”
He sat down at the edge of the fountain, and splashed some water on his face. The blood on his cheek had dried now, making it hard to wash off, but he did so with some effort. Maybe he wouldn’t look so terrifying when the rest of his merry band arrived.
"Dunno who dis Oboe fella is, but if you're lonely or something, i'm sure i'll make a decent subsitute" said an unknown voice, a mischievious chuckle following quickly afterward. Ashis appeared from around the side of a nearby namekian house, a sly smile present on his face.
His smile would quickly dissipate, however, as he looked down and noticed the immense amount of blood drenching the saiyan warrior. "Oh GOD! The Humanity!! Geeez... What happened?!" Ashis yelled, his face morphing between a mix of curiosity, horror, and amusement.
"You look like a bloody mess..." he'd chuckle, calming down slightly before approaching Vocado. He stood silently for a bit before continuing- "Well now i'm curious... What? did you and this flute guy go off and merc someone?" He'd ask, his lips morphing back into a smile. "I mean, there are cleaner ways to go about it" he'd say, a chaotic cackle escaping him as he stopped.
"All that blood though... You must've really hated this guy I imagine?" Ashis laughed, sticking his hands into his pockets and staring over at Vocado.
Oboe had tracked the battle from afar with vested interest, having felt the rising swell of power as a pain in his heart. Each attack, each blow scarring the surface of his home world casting the Guru in despair. No despair however, could match the guilt he felt as he realized that the young warrior – Om-Yogu – whom having been fully overtaken by his alternate persona, “Monster” had finally been dispatched. The boy, he hoped, had found eternal rest. He could sense when Vocado had returned to his standard state – moved towards the center of town as he’d entered.
Oboe didn’t know what to say. He should’ve been relieved that such a threat to his people had been dealt with, and yet…his guilt knew no end. By his request, HIS words, he’d sentenced the young man to death. He’d hoped that Vocado would’ve been able to help the boy resist his demon, bring him back to his village for both spiritual and physical healing, but alas – it seemed this would never come to be.
The village was quiet, most of the Namekians having fled to safety in the upper mountains and the Mazoku Temple, Oboe having yet visited to retrieve and reassure them it was safe to return. This eerie silence would’ve been welcome on any other day – yet today, it only served to further depress the Guru of Namek. Had he truly made the right call? Asking for the type of help that he had, there was no way he couldn’t have understood the implication, right? The Guru of Namek struggled as he approached the Saiyan. He was grateful to the man, beholden to him for his service to his people, this would ensure his assistance with obtaining the Dragon Balls without question. Yet…as he stared across the village, his sharp eyes taking in his disheveled state, Oboe felt the weight and severity of such actions.
His soul is weighed down…perhaps, this was not the best way. Did he try to save the child in the first place? If I had not been such a coward, I would’ve joined him…helped him…
A figure spoke from the shadows, somehow having escaped his detection among his own village a creature had infiltrated the safety of this holy area. Their energy was malevolent, chaotic. It filled him with disgust as a holy priest himself. Still, they were causing no harm other than such callously worded comments towards the Saiyan and his own implication of why he was so bloodied (a grouping of phrases picked up by his large ears from such distance). Clearing his throat as he approached the Fountain, Oboe gazed at Vocado with a hurt but warm smile – having heard the man earlier when he spoke of it being over.
“Then we truly mourn two this day…I thank you Mr. Vocado for your assistance…in this matter.”
Finally, eying the new arrival, Oboe nodded his head as he asked; “And whom might you be? I don’t believe we’ve met formally.”
The first to arrive was not Oboe, nor Casca or Nashua. No, instead it was a new face. Alien and chock-full of quips, the stranger seemed like the type Kayen would hate. Seeing him put Vocado’s facade back into action. His sourness found through the morning vanished, replaced by cold bravado.
”Just business,” he stated bluntly. ”The weak warriors usually have more blood to bleed.”
Something about this one seemed... Off. it was perhaps his interest in Vocado’s endeavors. It seemed so morbid. Far too delighted to be anyone of high moral standing. The once-king gave Ashis a crooked brow, but before he could pose any questions of his own, Oboe arrived. Perhaps that was for the best.
Vocado stood at the sound of Guru’s voice, and bowed. ”Glad I could help, Guru sir.”
No he wasn’t. This kill weighed hard on him. Harder than it should have. He’d killed so many Fleet-born soldiers in his life already. Hell, this year alone he’d probably increased his kill count thrice over. But this was different. Killing someone who couldn’t control themselves felt so sickening.
But if he hadn’t done what he did, then Monster would be the one standing here. Cackling and quipping. How foolish you are, he heard Monster say. You let me win! I have full control in Hell. I’ll be back soon.
He let Oboe and Ashis talk a bit, eyes on the newcomer with a curious glare. Was this just a less-covert Kraktus? A weaker Kayen? Or was he simply a weird kid who had no ill intent?
A tense feeling had gripped her expression and posture as she closed in on Grand Elder village. There was not a Namekian in sight. Not a distant mumble to be heard, no creaks of any doors, no rustles within the grass...Nothing but the wind brushing past her. Aida recalled what Steno had told her, about the monster that had been hunting the Dragonballs. The natives had to have fled someplace safer, she figured.
'If this 'Monster' is able to cause this much distress, I certainly wouldn't be opposed to meeting him...' Moringa thought aloud, his words emanating through Aida's mind. '...We're here for the Guru. We are not doing this alone.' Aida replied, a tense expression plastered on her face.
Suddenly though, a powerful energy signature piqued her senses. It took her back for a brief moment, only regaining composure when she thought the obvious. 'This Ki...That must be him.' Aida spoke determinedly. After all, it was quite likely that the Guru held impressive power, being the guardian of Namek and all.
Once she had entered the modest village however, her assumptions were quickly shattered. Her eyes had landed on an armor-clad individual, hair black as night, covered in blood and wounds. First, her eyes widened in fear, yet then she thought back to Steno once more. He had spoken of a powerful Saiyan that engaged this so-called 'Monster' in combat, following the fallen prince. With him standing here in the village, Aida could only wonder...
Had the Saiyan won?
Taking further steps towards the main square, more of the area surrounding the fountain became visible. And that is when she finally laid eyes on him; the Guru! That had to have been him! There was also a sinister-looking fellow right beside them, but the Saiyan's Ki was so overwhelming that she hadn't noticed the other's until now.
''Excuse me...?!'' She called out to the group, even though they were in the midst of conversing. Aida walked closer, her attention locked on the staff-wielding Namekian. ''You must be Oboe, the Guru of Namek, correct? It's an honor to finally meet you.'' The Shinjin placed a hand on her chest and bowed faintly. Someone of Oboe's stature needed proper respect. Standing up, she continued. ''I am Aida, and this is Moringa-'' She discreetly presented her scythe. ''Hello, I'm a former Demon God-King trapped in a farmer's tool. Pleasure.''''Right- just...Ignore him.''
''I'm a Shinjin from the Upper Realms. I...Heard about the Dragonballs, and the ongoing hunt to pursue them. I came here to help, Elder Guru. Steno explained most of it to me.''
Aida turned to face the bloodied Saiyan, her gaze carrying a strange mix of remorse and gratitude. ''He also spoke of you, I think. You're the one that fought this...'Monster', yes?'' The young Kai's head tilted to the side. Her eyes drifted to the wounds and dried blood covering the warrior. Signs of a long and hard-fought battle...
''I suppose the deed has been done, then.'' Aida sighed. ''If so, thank you.''
Soaring above the clouds, the Saiyan scanned the Maima Region as she crossed over the eerily silent continent. Using her Ki-sense as the only form of navigation needed, Casca relied heavily on her body’s interpretation of where it thought she should go. It hasn’t failed her before, until today.
The Elder’s village tended to be one of the easier locations to find due to its population’s abnormally high and concentrated powerlevel. Casca wasn’t saying it was due to the resident’s older age either. The Grand Elder Village could be the most influential place on all of Namek for it’s accumulated knowledge alone. Within its borders, the transfer of these beliefs and philosophies are given to the next generation of leaders, continuing the cycle to ensure the protection of the planet.
That’s why it was strange not to feel that momentum or that spirit Casca grew to associate with the renowned village. While she knew the Guru could manipulate the power he shared with the outside world, the Saiyan doubted everyone in the village knew how. There was a new class of hatchlings beginning their training, if she remembered correctly from when she first visited the area less than a week or two ago. Tightening her turn as she narrowed in on something, the Saiyan laid on the jets as she rocketed towards the signature.
Casca being a firm believer in Vegeta’s razor, knew the most likely answer was the normally the answer, the village had to be gone. Not as in the brick and organic buildings Namekians call homes, but the actual flesh and blood that lived within them. Hiding? Has the Monstar tracked his way to the village in a similar manner?
Escalating to top speeds, the Saiyan singed the atmosphere as she made her way to a much smaller group of power than expected. Did we lose? Tapping to the ground in a full sprint, Casca’s body moved on its own as its momentum happened to be all-exclusive.
The skepticism quickly washed away as the Saiyan rushed towards the party. The beatific sight of the Guru in arms with the former King as well as two new acquaintances was more of an optimistic sign than she thought. Bypassing the Shinjin and demon temporarily, Casca embraced the Saiyan known as Vocado first, needing no words to know the outcome of his ordeal with Yogu for the Saiyan was here, alive. “Thank you,” was all she could muster in his presence. Grasping the Guru a little more carefully, Casca was glad they could begin to move on.
“Glad to see everyone had made it,” the Saiyan genially was as she announced to the group her observation. Turning directly to the Shinjin and demon, trying to shake their hands as she assumed they were part of the winning effort. “Any friend of these two has to be decent company. Casca Madani, thank you for your service.” She bowed to the most definitely confused recipients of her gesture of hospitality.
“So,” Casca blurted out at the newly assembled crew before her, “starting to think we need to change how we do things.”
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As Ashis stood, awaiting the saiyans response, new presences begun appearing left and right. He'd turn his head slightly in the general direction of these newcomers, before hearing Vocado speak and turning back. "... What?" asked bluntly, his sly smile turning into a confused gaze. Whether it was his magic at work or just his ingenious intuition, Ashis could clearly tell the man was hiding something.
This was aided by, again, all the presences from earlier, who know had decided to make their appearances. First was a native, dressed in some weird girly dress. He said thank you for his assistance, so Ashis naturally assumed this guy was probably somewhat responsible for all the blood on Vocado.
He'd smile before speaking- "Me? well i'm just a fella who's passing by- I noticed this guy bawling his eyes out and just couldnt help but see what was wrong" Ashis responded, his voice sarcastically replicating a sympathetic tone. Soon thereafter, he'd break into a slight, quiet cackle.
Everything changed with the next arrival, however. It was a presence that Ashis has recognised almost all too well. "A shinjin..." Ashis mumbled quietly, his tone almost murderous and his powerlevel flaring, if only for a brief moment. He'd eye this new arrival with an utmost caution, his old demeanor returning pretty quickly- He wasnt particularly fond of Shinjins, seeing as how they were basically the bane of his existance for the past couple hundreds of years.
Listening closely as well, he'd hear about quite a few interesting things. Hearing about monster, he kindof assumed that from the way everyone was speaking about him, that he was the guy the saiyan had chopped up- But the dragonballs were a different matter. Leaning in towards Oboe, he'd ask- "Um... i'm sorta lost here... What are these uh, dragonballs?"
Pretty soon afterwards, another presence would appear- embracing Vocado and attempting to shake his hand. "Ew, cooties!!" he'd yell, taking a few steps back and pulling his hand away from Cascas. "Also i'm not JUST a friend, alright? i'm his best friend, maybe even a boyfriend- get it right!!" he'd pout, chuckling slightly afterward.
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