A Half Saiyan and Two Demons What Could Go Wrong (Invite)

The bright blue skies, the giant white fluffy clouds; never in a million year did Perfect believe she would get to see such things so up close. The once massive trees below now seemed small in comparison to the rest of the world, with the upcoming roads and buildings further expanding Perfect worldview. Whatever exhaustion and tiredness Perfect had felt prior had all been washed away by the new found excitement and intrigue of everything around her.

The strange, quadrupedal mooing creatures seemed cute, even if their horns and size were a bit intimidating. As well, the houses and other buildings al seemed so unique; though anything would have when all she’d seen all her life had been the stone walls of the orphanage. The whole of the situation would have been perfect, had Yamyo not decided to also invite the monster to follow them. Luckily, Perfect found herself far too distracted by everything to fret over the monsters presence.

As the two landed, Perfect had nearly fallen back over in her attempt to get back her land legs upon being set down. Like any other child, she was quick to adapt before meeting the large adult Yamyo spoke to. His head looked weird, she’d never seen anyone without hair before; after a moment to consider however, Perfect realized that the man’s hair was on his face rather than his head!

“Your hai- oh?” Before Perfect had the chance to question the man about his situation, she was interrupted by Yam and quickly instructed to follow the man in exchange for some food. Perfect didn’t bother to question the how or why, the fact that she’d finally get something to eat was all that mattered. She hoped very much so that she would be allowed at least three pieces of bread with how hungry she felt, but she wouldn’t be too greedy if she could have only had one.

With that, Perfect quickly followed behind the large man Yamyo referred to as, Pa. Hopeful and expectant for the promise of food. “Okay Pa!” She said cheerily, not realizing that Pa wasn’t actually the man’s name.

Yamyo was patiently tapping his feet and once he noticed Zriracha walking up towards him, he quickly shifted his stance. He stood more at attention. His eyes were sharp and stern, and his smile was plastered across his face. ;; This is going to be interesting no matter what happens. ;; Yamyo was pretty confident in this situation as a whole, either they fight and it's a good one, or they talk and it's an interesting conversation.

"I promise no harm will come to... Perfect. My dad is one of the nicest people ever. He's probably going to give her a heck of a lot of food, and she'll come out here happier than before." He said her name almost as a question because he still wasn't so sure about it. "And why do you keep calling me 'mortal'?" Yamyo said mortal in a mocking tone before letting out a small laugh. "Are you not 'mortal' as well? Clearly you aren't human... are you a saiyan?" He questioned some and he tilted his head a little in curiosity.

Back in the house... Yamyo's Father Takio had guided Perfect into the kitchen. They had to move through the living room first, which had two couches inside both made from an odd pattern, like those couches grandma's normally have; the tv was pretty old, and clearly out of date with modern technology. Though once they got into the kitchen Takio motioned towards the dining room table for Perfect to sit at. "What would you like, Little Miss? We have chicken, steamed vegetables, grilled vegetables, I can even make you a sandwich if you'd like." Takio had an upbeat vibe about him, to him everything was worth being happy about. Most things couldn't get this man down. The kitchen itself was about standard size. It was connected to a dining room which was lead into by a large open archway, the dining table was made from a nice oak wood and had multiple seats around it as if they were often expecting lots of guests.



Perfect

Passively, she listened to Yamyo’s reassurances. Her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly in relief before she looked back over to him, focusing properly. His question was a valid one for a mortal to ask; not many Demons that she knew of were on Earth and even less so teaching humans about their culture. However, she had no idea what a ‘Saiyan’ was and tilted her head curiously in his direction at that. “’Saiyan?’” She questioned while testing the word on her tongue. “I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting such a species. To answer your inquiry, however, is a simple matter…”

From within her Gi, she produced a simple dagger of infernal origin and presented it to Yamyo, “From a very far away realm, where I come from, there are various clans that fight for dominion over what has come to known as the Demon Realm. Simply put – I am a Demon that hails from the Chakkapak Clan. This blade is one - thought quite spent - that I used to travel here.” She spun the blade once before replacing it back within her Gi. “We are not Mortals,” She summarized afterwards.

She looked back at the house, offering an extra tidbit of information, “She is a Demon, I am certain of it… but why she is here and how eludes me.”


Yamyo

“Yay!” Perfect cheered out at the man’s declaration of food, though of whatever a boat was she wasn’t sure; at least there’d be food. Of all the things the man began to pull out from the drawers and shelves, all that Perfect recognized were the plates; but to see more than one, she wondered just how wealthy this man must have been. Not only was the house almost as big as the orphanage, but for only Yamyo and Pa to live here they must have been incredibly well off; at least, that was how it seemed from Perfect’s perspective. She wondered if perhaps Yamyo was secretly a super hero; or else, how could they have so many things?

Perfect’s stray tangent of thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Pa asked her to turn something called a radio on. “Okay!” She exclaimed excitedly as she leapt from her seat and over to the corner that Pa had pointed towards. Unfortunately, having never seen one before, she wasn’t able to recognize just exactly what the radio was. Not wanting to disappoint, Perfect took her best guess and began to drag the table across the kitchen floor over to the man, believing it to be the “radio” the man spoke of.

"Hehehe." Yamyo grinned some as he let out a small chuckle. He listened to her continue to talk about her origin and dimensional affairs which struck Yamyo differently. ;; I really thought it was this world and maybe like two others that had life on it, but to think that there are whole dimensions out there which hold people like her? Jeez are we really out of our league here in the universe... ;; Yamyo pondered some on it all.

"Well good thing he won't be here. I heard that guy is pretty bad news..." He let out a deep sigh of relief. If Beelzebub wasn't coming here then /maybe/ this wasn't an invasion, at least that's what Yamyo thought. There was only so much Yamyo knew about this world, and to add a whole new dimension on top of that? It rattled Yamyo's brain and was starting to make him confused. But Zriracha did say something soon enough that Yamyo understood fully.

When she spoke of the challenge and them fighting Yamyo snapped out of his thoughts and he looked towards her. "Zriracha of the... Demon... Realm. We can test our strength against each other." He smiled some before shifting his feet apart so his right foot was more ahead than his left. He brought his hands up quickly and went to bend his knees, once he did so he zoomed forward towards her quickly closing any gap there was between them and went to strike against her right cheek in a relatively clean formation.

Takio was putting together all the ingredients he would need to cook Perfect a meal that she would never forget. Though once Perfect brought the whole table over towards him that the radio sat on top of he started to laugh. "The radio is on top of it, see here." He went to pick up the radio before bending down and showing her it. "You just press here and you can turn it on, you use these little do-dads to change the song you're listening to. You give it a try." He went to place the radio back on the table, but pushed it more towards the edge just in case she had any trouble reaching it before hand.

;; That girl sure has some strength on her, she reminds me of Yamyo when he was that young. ;; Once he finished teaching her how to use a radio and what a radio was he went to continue the cooking. Soon the stove was on full force and he had a pot of water on it, a pan for the carrots, and one for the chicken. "When you're done with that, you can bring a chair over here if you want to watch me cook, maybe you can learn a thing or two unlike Yamyo out there."



Perfect

Zriracha laughed, but didn’t feel offended, quite amused with his initiation of battle, “Close, Yamyo. I am Zriracha of-” Stopped by a sudden movement, the Demon hadn’t had but a moment to bring her hand up and grasp the fist – the connection resulting in a loud CLSH! Behind the power of the attack, Zriracha couldn’t help but grin and move the fist to the side. “Quite clever, Yamyo!” She would declare, releasing his fist to follow up with a counter in the form of a forward kick aimed at his midsection. The opening of their battle was swift and precise, getting her blood pumping and her power singing. “That was a powerful attack; one that would have certainly brought any lesser warrior low to their knees.”

She walked around in a circle, keeping herself focused on him in case he had another attack prepared. In her mind, she coordinated her next move before suddenly lunging forward and igniting her fist. Just before she would be a scarce few feet from him, she elected to swing down into the ground – rocks, debris and the like all exploding upwards and towards Yamyo. She was curious to see how he reacted to the distraction, all while preparing a smoking surprise for him in the back of her throat.

With a roar, she released a singular ball of fire from her mouth towards where she last say Yamyo - her intent to catch him off guard!

Perfect found a great deal of intrigue from this strange box, but as Pa had stated, it didn’t seem like there was an actual person within it. Unfortunately, Pa couldn’t explain the magic of the box further, but turning the dial to hear several different people yelling and talking one after another with each click seemed to match up with what was earlier explained about it. For now, the box could be left alone; Perfect instead returned her attention back to Pa and his cooking so as to answer his question appropriately.

“I’m Perfect!” She stated proudly with a wide, toothy grin as she pushed a chair over to Pa and the over. “And Yamyo’s my hero! He saved me from a monster when I was falling in the sky!” she explained, “I dunno how I got in the sky though…” She questioned with a befuddled expression as she climbed up onto the chair to get a better view at what Pa was cooking. “But he still saved me!” She cheered, once more with a grin, “The monster was SUPA scawy and evil looky! Its body was cut in half and looked like the fat aminals outside! And it had fire for hair, and evil red eyes!!” She warned, her expression becoming one of concern and worry; with an obvious tinge of fear.

It was clear by her explanation that she was still extremely wary of the monster from before, but she wasn’t going to let her worry bother her. As far as she knew, the monster had likely gone home; if it hadn’t, then it was simply a matter of her hero, Yamyo, sending it back home. Whatever the case may have been, she was safe so long as she was with Pa; Yamyo was strong, and with Pa being so much bigger than Yamyo, he most certainly must have been stronger!