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Post by Kuma on Nov 14, 2019 11:01:07 GMT -6
Twice now she had managed to use her Oozaru form willingly and twice it was completely out of control despite her best efforts. The loud mouthed Saiyan who had pushed too many button and the Arcosian who took thing too far, both occasions she thought she'd be able to finally control it, but both times she was out of control and barely even remembered what had happened. This far out from civilization and just on the edge of the desert, she thought finally this would be the time. She had spent hours meditating, practicing better harnessing the power ball itself, and when that baseball sized energy flew into the air all hell broke lose yet again.
Kuma was out of control, her mind was blank aside from angry animal instinct, stomping around and kicking sand as if she was looking for another to stomp, kick, but punch, or eat if the situation called for it. Her only saving grace after this having gone on for nearly an hour was her monkey brain spotting the shiny ball of energy floating above her and it catching her attention. She had stared at it for some time, even trying to grab at it, finally managing to jump her way high enough and for no discernible reason spiked it out of the air like a volleyball and crashing into the sand, dispersing the energy. the transformation wasn't instant, but it was fast enough, and in just mere moments Kuma was back in her Saiyan form face down in the sand. Her skirt and gi had torn during the transformation, but she still had her body suit on that was designed to stretch with her transformation, covering up to her shoulders and down to the mid point of her thighs. She was still conscious, but she was more angry than anything as she lay there unmoving.
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Post by Okra on Nov 14, 2019 15:21:58 GMT -6
Okra really wasn’t sure how he kept finding himself here in this god forsaken desert. He supposed it reminded him more of home, and while he appreciated the beautiful sites Earth possesed, he did miss his home and his people. So, here he was, still without a clue as to where Vocado was. He was beginning to think his cousin wasn’t even on the planet, although, planets are large. He hadn’t exactly searched every nook and cranny for the Prince. Still, it was frustrating.
Off in the distance, he spotted something. From here it just looked like a dark, giant blob on the horizon. The saiyan pursed his lips and decided to investigate. He decided to add a little burst of speed. He came closer and closer, eventually making out a giant ape wearing saiyan battle armor. Okra came to a stop, not willing to get close to a berserking saiyan. Doing so would likely be tantamount to suicide. He supposed it was good that the saiyan had transformed out here away from any sort of civilization. Otherwise the destruction would be widespread.
He was curious as to what triggered her transformation. The moon wasn’t out yet so it didn’t quite make sense for her to transform. So, he studied the sky for a moment before he spotted it, a powerball. The saiyan quickly tore his eyes away before he could transform. It wouldn’t do for him to lose control right now. Instead, he watched as the ape eventually noticed the ball in the sky. He watched as it spiked it into the ground. As the energy dispersed, the ape began to transform back into their base form.
Okra began to come closer, noting that the saiyan appeared to be female. She lay face down in the sand, still breathing. She was either unconscious or resting for a moment. Okra came to a stop near her. As he left the air and touched the ground, he called out, “Hey, you alright? Seems like you went a little berserk there.”
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Post by Kuma on Nov 15, 2019 9:24:44 GMT -6
Not having the ability to sense energy made it a bit odd at times when people suddenly showed up that she couldn't sense, and not having a scouter just frustrated matters worse as even the most basic of warriors had one. Her great ape not being able to sense the incoming stranger was likely for the best however given the way it still rampaged out of her control no matter the amount of times she tried to turn and train, and she had come out here not to hurt anyone. Knowing someone was showing up would have been good to know however in her current state, as she lay in the sand face down essentially pouting, wearing nothing more than a one-piece spandex outfit. She could hear something moving, but it took her far too long to react to it, thankful that this was nothing malicious or she would have been dead seconds earlier, but the look on her face said it all.
Her eyes went wide as she scrambled to her feet. "Uh...", looking around to make sure no one else was around before grabbing at her pouch she had tossed off to the side and reached in grabbing something and tossing it with a small puff of smoke. She started to grab at her gi and put on everything from gloves to shoes in a matter of seconds, never taking her eyes off of this new person until she was tying her belt and dusting the sand off of herself as she full stood up straight. "I'm fine!", she yelled louder than intended, clearing her throat. "I'm fine. I was just training and it didn't work out like I had planned." Kuma started to look him over with narrowed eyes, wondering to herself why anyone else would willingly come out to such an ugly part of this planet unless they were training similarly. "Can I help you with somethin'?"
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Post by Okra on Nov 15, 2019 11:30:49 GMT -6
Okra was taken aback when the saiyan woman reached into a pouch thrown off to the side. She threw something on the ground, and a cloud of smoke covered her body. The smoke was too thick to see her through and slightly stung Okra’s eyes. He crossed his eyes, somewhat squinting his eyes to stop the smoke from irritating them. He hoped this wasn't some sort of trick where she would ambush him or run off. He decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, seeing as she was a saiyan herself.
As the smoke cleared, the saiyan woman stood in front of him. Somehow, she had been able to change in the midst of all that smoke. It was also impressive just how quickly she managed to put on her entire attire. Apparently she had come here to train. Okra figured the desert was probably the best possible place to master the Oozaru from, as difficult of a task as it is. Don’t want to cause a catastrophe on a foreign planet by going ape-shit on the local populace. Okra figured the Earth’s government and warriors would take too kindly a giant monkey rampaging through one of their cities.
The woman seemed somewhat embarrassed and asked if she could help with anything. Okra wondered if she might know where Vocado was and decided to question her, “Name’s Okra. I’m looking for my cousin, Prince Vocado. Do you have any idea where he might be?” he paused for a moment before quickly adding, “Oh! And are you saiyan soldier? What are you doing on Earth?” Okra was very curious. To him, it didn't make sense that Saiyan Kingdom warriors were present on Earth unless they were invading it or something, and he highly doubted that.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 15, 2019 12:33:53 GMT -6
If she were drinking in that moment she would have spit it all over the place with the sudden question given the context and gravity of it. "You don't beat around the bush do you?", laughing as she adjusted her gloves. "Your cousin huh?" There was something surreal about this whole situation, and the question for her was not weather to answer, but how much to tell him about her own situation. It was strange there being another Saiyan on Earth looking for a relative, but the way she address him with the title was one she hadn't heard before. "I don't know any Prince Vocado, but I know a Vocado without the prince part. Guy with a robot arm, ego bigger than that Oozaru transformation I assume you saw, and calling himself the rightful king of the Saiyan Kingdom. That Vocado I know. Well I met, I don't exactly know the guy." Her eyes were trained on this Okra as she tried to notice any resemblance between him and his supposed cousin, but with all the bright Super Saiyan glowing in the dark room it was hard to get too good of a look at Vocado's features to really match the two by that alone. "I don't really know where he is. I know where he was in, what's it called, Satan City I think? That was almost a week ago, though. No idea where he went from there. I gotta think he is still on Earth if nothing else given he seemed to have a few friends I've ran into as well." Not only was this guy direct in his approach, which she could appreciate, but he was direct in his questions and wasn't afraid to ask what he needed to get information. "Well first let me give you a name since you gave me yours.", moving a bit closer and holding out her gloved hand. "Name's Kuma, and yeah guess you'd call me a soldier. Well you would, don't know what else you'd call me. And I'm here funny enough for the same reason you are, just not the same person. Looking for my cousin Nashua. Though I found out she is no where near Earth, but I'm kinda stuck here with no working space pod."
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Post by Okra on Nov 15, 2019 15:40:42 GMT -6
Vocado was calling himself king now? Well that was… something. It was something Okra could get behind anyway, he would fully support Vocado in being king. He was family after all. The robot arm also interested him. Last Okra knew, his cousin most certainly had two functioning arms. Something major must have happened in the almost two years he was comatose. The saiyan was glad to hear that Vocado was on planet, that meant he’d find him sooner or later. He didn’t know of any Nashua though.
The saiyan took Kuma’s hand and shook it, “That’s quite the coincidence. I don’t know of any Nashua, nor any clue where she might be. I don’t have a spaceship of my own either, -it kinda blew up when I landed- otherwise I’d help you find her after I find Vocado,” he changed the subject, “You used the powerball technique. That’s impressive. Did someone teach you?” he was genuinely curious. Not many saiyans knew the power ball techniques. The ones that did were typically from elite, powerful families.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 16, 2019 11:35:43 GMT -6
His story was very reminiscent of her own in a lot of ways, but she was curious just how similar given he seemed to know even less than she did somehow. "I gotta ask first, how do you not know all of this stuff? You sound like me just a few weeks back missing a lot of information and looking for someone with far out of date info. I myself got killed, spent a year dead, and another year out of the loop mostly in space searching. So you'd got me wonderin' what you've been up to. I'm told Nashua is pretty important and you don't know'er, and Vocado seems to have changed a lot from the way you talk about 'em."
Her eyes drifted as she turned a bit, looking around the desert as if she expected anyone else to be this far out, almost paranoid. "As for that question a'yours, yeah it was taught, but it was years ago. I don't know what you have been doing all these years but I was being sent out to other planets to help scout or fight given this stupid war with the trade fleet. Not always a moon good enough to give off those waves to help transform, so I had to learn another way. That's where that big ball of energy came from. The moon here on Earth doesn't seem to really work too well for it either for some reason. Probably for the best anyways with all the Saiyans I've seen running around."
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Post by Okra on Nov 16, 2019 14:34:09 GMT -6
Okra considered his words a moment before replying, “Well, I was a guard on a saiyan penal colony, then the World Trade Fleet attacked. I barely escaped with my life, but my ship was damaged during my escape. I was left in a coma and the ship’s engines were operating on minimum power. Took me a long time to get here, and it sounds like a lot has happened in the time I was out. I wish I could've killed a few of those World Trade Fleet bastards myself. ”
The saiyan rolled his shoulders, continuing, “Lot of saiyans here on Earth then? That’s surprising. I do suppose it is a good thing that the moon doesn’t often cause us to transform then. Otherwise this planet would be devastated. Who else is running around here? Anyone important or powerful? And how has Vocado changed? Oh, and you said you died… how did you come back to life then?” he finished with a few questions.
As the two spoke, a small trail of dust could be seen on the horizon. Slowly, it came closer and closer and a group of six humans could be made out. Okra himself couldn’t see them; it was out of his line of sight, but Kuma may have been able to.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 16, 2019 15:11:02 GMT -6
Her face contorted for a moment "That sounds like a shitty job, ya know. I always wondered how people workin' jobs like that didn't die of boredom or go crazy having to deal with the idiots in those kinds'a places. But yeah, I guess workin' there would have double sucked with the whole fleet attacking mess." In her mind she would have preferred going out to the front lines and taking the fight to whoever she was sent to fight, but in the end she was the one on Vegeta holding down the fort so to speak while people like Okra escaped and she didn't. All this time she was resentful towards those who ran away instead of staying and fighting and dying, but she never thought what kinds of people were in all these places like Okra here, and how maybe that wasn't an option for them. "Yeah, wish you could have killed a few more too. It was one of those jerks that took me out, but here I am alive again and there they are dead and scattered, so guess I win again.", laughing to herself.
"Oh yeah, I met quite a few Saiyans here. Well some of 'em grew up here, some just live here now, but a few from the kingdom. Uh let's see, one went by the name of Auber, one by the name'a Cress, and that cousin of yours Vocado. Met some Saiyan that lived on Earth all his life I think that is some sorta bartender named Dion...uuuuh, one young guy that I think was named Russe or somethin' like that, and that weirdo Yakone that I'd soon forget than remember anything about em.", shuddering heavily. "So yeah, met a few Saiyans since I got here. Oh, and you.", heavily nodding slowly towards him. "Exactly, imagine all those Saiyans at the same time seeing that big'ol moon and then boooooom giant Saiyan, and raaawr! Booom, crash! Aaaaaah!", waving her arms around as she made her sound effects. "A few of those Saiyans I guess were strong? I don't really know between you and me. My damn scouter is trashed, and I don't know how to sense energy cause I never had to really. Vocado was glowing all bright yellow and called himself a Super Saiyan. That Cress guy claimed he was strong but he didn't seem all that strong to me. Can't really say with the rest." Her hand came up and scratched at the top of her head slowly, "Well, I died, then apparently Nashua got something Vocado said were called dragon balls, and supposedly made a wish on them, which I don't know how that works but, yeah here I am. Apparently the wish brought a whole bunch of us that died on Vegeta back to life. I was one of 'em so here I am. Big part of why I'm tracking her down." The sight of the humans was more in her vision than Okra's, but she wasn't too bothered by it though a bit annoyed someone was rude enough to come walking towards them while they were out here talking. She simply motioned with her head towards the group and cleared her throat, not wanting to seem to bothered by it just in case any of them could see her by now.
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Post by Okra on Nov 16, 2019 15:42:02 GMT -6
Okra gave a soft chuckle, “It wasn’t so much boring as it was incredibly dangerous. High mortality rate, had a lot of riots. Lot of hybrids are typically sent out there following the completion of their training. I just volunteered for it. Could’ve gone to the front lines if I wanted too, but I didn’t. Pretty sure I was the only survivor from the garrison. I would’ve stayed and fought, but, in the grand scheme of things, I thought it would be best if I made my way to Vegeta to try and figure out what was happening and help in any way I can. No sense in wasting my life away over a relatively unimportant colony anyway. Unfortunately, in my injured state, I must’ve put in the wrong coordinates, and so here I am,” he lightly shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know any of those saiyans, just Vocado and a whole bunch of nobles and elite families back on Vegeta. I grew up with Vocado, and wishing back our race sounds exactly like him. He’s loyal to our people like me. Also prideful, so I can see him proclaiming himself to be king after that. The fact that he’s a super saiyan… well that’s amazing. I thought the form was a mere myth,” he paused for a moment, scratching his chin, “although, my father once told me one of my ancestors, a saiyan general from ages ago, had achieved the legendary form.”
He stopped speaking as Kuma motioned with her head towards something. Okra frowned, and turned to face whatever she had seen. A group of humans were making their way towards them. They were roughly dressed, clothes old and dusty. One of them wore a bandanna around the bottom of his face, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. He seemed to be leading the rest of the group.
As the humans approached, the leader called out, “Oi lads. Look at what we have ‘er. Pri’ lass and a weird lookin’ man. What ya think we should do with em’?”
“They’re on our turf boss, I saw we rob em’, that’ll teach them to mess with the Tunnel Snakes!”
“Why don’t we just kill em’ and take their money?
“Cause dumb ass, then they can’t spread the word ta others ta stay outta er’
“Who the hell ya calling a dumb ass ya one eyed freak show”
“The fuck you just say to me?”
The group descended into a near fight before the leader glared at them, “Pipe it! Simmer down lads,” the group immediately shut up and the leader turned to face the duo, “Now pay up, give us all ya zeni and we’ll letcha live.”
Okra glanced at Kuma and grinned, “Whadya’ think? Should we pay up?” he sarcastically intoned.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 18, 2019 10:28:53 GMT -6
Her brow slowly raised as she thought about what he was saying, becoming at least a bit more interested the more he talked. "That does sound like fun actually. Not sure I'd want to be stuck in one place like that for long though. The best thing about being on the front lines is there were a lot of front lines to go to. At the time at least there were always plenty of morons joining the fleet willing to charge into a fight they weren't that committed to. Never a dull moment." The idea of volunteering for it caught her off guard however. Being a low-class warrior wasn't something you signed up for, it was just what you were or weren't and that was it. "Volunteering huh? I just got taught how to throw a punch and was handed a scouter. Didn't get much say in it. Not that I am complainin' or nothin', it's part'a'me." There was a bit to unpack and she wasn't sure where to start, but it seemed there was a bit of difference between them after all. "Oh, I see. Well I'm curious about that hybrid comment you meant. I take it ya ain't a full blooded Saiyan then. That other part though, I'm gonna guess we were dealing with two different invasions here, as annoyin' as it is there were two of 'em. Sounding like you were dealin' with the latest one. Unless you were sittin' in a pod for over two years."
Chuckling a bit she shrugged in return. "Yeah, I don't really know 'em either honestly. I mean I might 'em but you ain't missin' much. Don't really know any of those nobles or elites or anything else, so I guess it works out. I didn't grow up with Nashua though like it sounds you did with Vocado. I mean we got the same blood but we didn't hang around much at all. We ain't exactly close." Her head tilted a bit at his comment about Super Saiyans, giving a bit of a soft laugh. "Well, he ain't the only one apparently. There are like, six of 'em I think? Vocado, and Kayen, and Nashua, and I guess a few others. I guess I should be more impressed by it but I saw it up close and it mostly was just a lot of glowing. Maybe I'm missin' somethin' with it. See my dad use to just call the idea of Super Saiyans a stupid myth that I shouldn't put much brains into cause it ain't good to focus on goals that aren't real. Guess that wasn't the only thing he was wrong about."
There wasn't really any response from Kuma aside from watching the earthlings show up and start bickering, fairly sure she could take them all out with a single blast if she needed to, but she was annoyed they had interrupted the conversation. "Hey, can you idiots leave? We were talkin' and you are bein' rude." She didn't seem annoyed visually but she didn't seem too amused by the situation either, just rolling her eyes a bit before looking back to Okra. "I ain't got no money, and even less patience. If you wanna slap 'em around be my guest. Just don't kill 'em if you can help it.", leaning over some to make sure the others could see and hear her. "Ya hear that, we ain't gonna kill you, and if ya leave now we won't hurt ya. You do something dumb like attack me, and you'll be napping in the desert with a few extra scars.", leaning back and sighing. "This is why I don't like Earth."
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Post by Okra on Nov 18, 2019 13:55:06 GMT -6
Okra nearly laughed, “What? No I’m not a hybrid. Just some of the more… antiquated officers like to send hybrids there. And your father sounds like a real ass,” he lightly muttered as the bandits came closer. “No money eh? Guess we’ll just hav’ta kill ye. Ain’t no way two of you can take on the group of us. Yah gonna be the ones who’re dead, not us.”“That’s roight boss. Let’s teach em’ a lesson.”“Roight, now stop bluffing ye two and gives us all yer cash and ye can go after a lil beatin.”He mostly ignored the bandits, instead replying to Kuma after she addressed them, “Don’t kill them? I mean, why not? They’re just gonna kill and rob other people if someone doesn’t stop them,” it reminded him of that hybrid, Safe. She had gotten very angry after Okra had dispatched of numerous bandits in what he thought was an efficient manner. They had, had a fairly long debate about it, “If you’re really against it, I suppose I won’t,” he frowned, he wasn’t really used to the whole sparing people business. “OI! Did yah hear me? Stahp ignorin’ me and pay up or else!” the leader placed a hand near his waist. “Yea! Listen to the boss chumps! Else you aint leaving here alive!”“Shut up and let the boss speak.”
“YOU SHUT UP!”“NO YOU!”
“GOD DAMN YOU GUYS RUIN EVERY COOL MOMENT. FOR FUCKS SAKE, SHUT UP AND DON’T SPEAK!” the leader yelled, his voice echoing around the desert. “Yikes, really can’t corral your pets can ya?” Okra laughed, “You’re pathetic. Some one of your power can’t even lay a finger on me,”
“What did ye, just say?”“I said, that you are a loser,” he emphasized the last word. “Imma cut yah tongue out yah freaking bastard,” the leader charged forward, pulling a knife from the belt around his waist. He slashed at Okra, but the saiyan easily dodged it. He followed with a lunge and a stab, but the warrior easily just pushed his arm out of the way. Meanwhile, the other bandits had charged forward to help their boss. Two more joined the leader, the other three going after Kuma. The other two pulled out their own knives and joined the fray, slashing and stabbing at the saiyan warrior. Okra easily dodged all their attacks, an amused grin on his face. They were trying so hard, but the difference in power was incalculable.
“You guys are gonna wear yourselves out soon,” he lightly chuckled. As one of the bandits made another slash, this time Okra grabbed his wrist. With a flick, he snapped it backwards. The poor man let out a scream and fell to the ground, cradling his injured hand and letting out groans of pain. “Haven’t your human action movies taught you not to attack one at a time?” Okra remarked as he deftly sidestepped a lunge. He grabbed the bandit’s arm as the man shot past him. He simply brought his palm to the back of his elbow, and with a quick movement, snapped the bone. He instantly dropped to the ground, writhing in pain. That left the leader as the last one standing. He gulped and took a step back, “Look mate I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean nothin’ by it okay. We just poor and in need of some cash. You understand right? Now lemme go. Please don’t kill me. Please,” the bandit turned tail and ran, but Okra wasn’t just going to let him leave. Before he could run more than a few feet, the saiyan had zipped in front of him. The leader let out a gasp and fell flat on his ass, “Oh god please please please. Just lemme go, I’m sorry man okay, I’m sorry. Really from the bottom of my heart.”Okra grabbed his shirt, and hoisted the man up above him, “Sure you are,” the saiyan held out the palm from his other hand, letting a ball of ki coalesce, “See you in hell bud,” he shot the energy orb at point blank range. It struck the bandit, knocking him out. Okra casually dropped his body. He used two more energy orbs to knock out the other two bandits groaning in pain on the ground. He glanced over to Kuma, “Doing all right?” he asked. |
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Post by Kuma on Nov 19, 2019 12:28:51 GMT -6
"Oh, well that's a bit of a relief. I was thinking if you were a half, then was Vocado a half, and how can you be all rightful king as a half and okay yeah I'm with it. I got it now.", This wasn't the first or last time probably even today that Kuma would misunderstand even the most basic of conversation topics, but that was just how things went with her. "Yeah, I guess. I mean he still is an ass. He isn't dead or anything. But he's dad. I've seen worse people say worse things, so-", shrugging. She wasn't too bother by the newcomers outside of the annoyance of anyone that would have interrupted a conversation, but their threats were no more annoying than a barking dog to her. She was just as fine having the conversation continue with them standing there as long as they stopped talking, but it seemed they were keen on causing a scene, so she took a step back and motioned for Okra to have fun, with a wave of her hand.
"I've been killed by worse than you, human. I'll be killed by worse in the future. When I come back again I'll be killed by worse again.", yawning as she stretched and looked around a bit bored with these bandits already. "I don't know, I guess kill them if you want to but, don't see any real reason. They aren't any threat to anyone or anything I care about. Someone told me one time that if you can't protect yourself then do you really deserve to be alive. It pissed me off at the time, but maybe they were right. The humans have their law enforcers and their own heroes to swoop in." Putting her hands behind her head she began to pace around Okra, watching the bandits curiously. "If you wanna kill 'em though, I guess go ahead. I'm not gonna kill 'em, but It ain't like I'm gonna stop you if you try to kill 'em. I mean they ain't even Saiyans, so do whatcha want."
After a moment of bickering back and forth Kuma's eye was twitching, shaking her head some. "If they don't shut up I might end up taking them out after all.", sending them a glare. The moment any of them came anywhere near striking distance she made no attempts to fight back, dodging out of the way faster than they could likely see and moved around the other side of Okra to watch. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just realizing more and more why I don't like this planet."
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Post by Okra on Nov 19, 2019 12:56:39 GMT -6
“Leaving me to clean up the rest of them?” Okra frowned. He figured the other three would just run after seeing the other half of their squad get absolutely demolished, but they were surprisingly stubborn. Strength in numbers and all that. People always felt more confident when they held the numerical advantage. Though, more times than not, having more people didn’t really amount to much when facing a saiyan.
The warrior easily dodged all the attacks sent his way, sidestepping every slash and stab. Really it was quite boring. Fighting weaker people was no fun, but the saiyan figured he’d better show just how much stronger he was in comparison if he wasn’t just going to outright kill the fools. That way maybe they would be less inclined to fight strangers in the future.
As one of the men lunged at him, the saiyan spun to his right, chopping the man’s neck as he swung by. The attack knocked him out cold, “Easy peasy,” the next bandit gave a wild slash, but Okra just stood still, holding out his palm and grabbing the blade. He tore it from the man’s grasp and nailed him in the jaw with a strong kick. He was knocked out cold, “Try harder?” he remarked as he tossed the knife.
The final man charged him with a roar. He was a big dude, probably physically strong by human standards, but Okra was much much stronger. He just shot a ki blast, striking the man and knocking him unconscious mid charge. He crumpled to the ground in a heap, "You really gotta win those."
Finished, Okra sighed and turned back to Kuma, “That was boring as hell. Why is it that weaklings always try to pick on other people? Especially when they don’t have the strength to do so. I wish this planet had some stronger people,” he scratched the back of his head, “Like I said, normally I’d just kill people like them. It’s not like they contribute anything anyway, and besides, they won’t change their ways. I just didn’t cause I felt like you didn’t want me to, and honestly I don’t want to piss off the earthling authorities. That’d be seriously annoying,” he absentmindedly rolled his shoulders, “I already ran into one person who got pissed that I killed the people attacking her. I was pretty surprised, honestly.”
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Post by Kuma on Nov 19, 2019 15:38:35 GMT -6
Her arms raised with a full shrug as she snickered to herself and nodded towards Okra. "Yeah, that's the plan. Did you need help? You looked like you were fine. I guess if you need help though...", knowing full well he didn't, but couldn't resist teasing him a bit regardless. A few more wild swings were sent at least towards her, again sliding out of the way as if she was paying no attention to them at all despite the dodging. "They didn't even bring explosives or big weapons or tanks or whatever. How exactly are they supposed to steal anything from people?", shaking her head genuinely disgusted.
She gave a bit of a laugh as he stated the obvious, and heavily nodded towards him with a knowing look. "It was boring, yeah. That's why I let you deal with it. Not like I wanted to get my gloves dirty, and I could smell the gross off them before they got close enough to punch. Noooo thank you.", She was partially joking, but she really didn't want to bother with them regardless. "I don't think these humans...are they humans? These earth dumbs knew they were so weak. They are probably thinkin' they are strong together, and there are a lot of weak human earthling people on this planet. Did I mention they are kinda dumb?", suddenly letting out a laugh at a thought she had. "See these guys? This is the world trade fleet.", pointing around at the group, giving finger quotes. "They show up thinking they have a plan. Come with bigger odds and no real strength. Then they get their asses kicked and beg not to be killed.", kicking sand towards the groups leader with a scoff. "You ain't gotta be smart to not be stupid.", kicking sand at him a second time. "Like I said, kill 'em. At this point why not. I'm not telling you to do it, but I ain't stopp'n you. It's their fault so if you do it, then you do it. What was it my dad used to say...", tapping her chin for a moment. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.", shrugging towards his comment after the fact. "Earth authorities? What Earth Authorities? Besides we are in a desert. The sand would cover'em up by the end of the day if that's what you are worried about. Like I said, I ain't gonna stop you. Ain't even gonna hold it against you, I just ain't gonna do it myself.", tilting her head she groaned a bit. "Yeah, I made the mistake of lecturing another Saiyan not all that long ago about killing a human, but I kinda thought different since then. He was still pretty crazy about it and was just doin' it for fun, but...what's that word...uh...When you see the thing in the past and go oooh yeah but didn't see the thing at the time. Somethin' sight I think."
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