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Post by Dion on Mar 25, 2020 13:38:23 GMT -6
"It's been a bit since I've actually just walked somewhere without something happening."
Attempting to find a way to relax without the quickened and rushed pace of a restaurant atmosphere, Dion found himself outside of a Diono's for once and instead on the streets of the city he usually served, gazing at the skylines of Satan City from the streetwalks below with a wondrous gaze. True to his word, this was indeed the first time in a long while the Saiyan bartender has been able to simply unwind through a nice, uneventful walk, with him normally unable to take such a scenic route due to his busy body nature keeping him on his toes. But, recent life changing events have given him a chance to slow down for a bit, and rightfully so. The mental and physical strain of obtaining the form of Saiyan legend, Super Saiyan, indeed left the Saiyan male more drained than he would ever admit. Mostly due to the fact that he was tired of people worrying about him all the time. He was a peppy young man, he could take whatever the world could dish out on him. Or at least, whatever the world could dish out that wasn't world-destroying in nature.
Yeah, Kalabas' strength really put the world in perspective for the fledgling Super Saiyan- what with the amalgamation of death and doom attempting to carve its way through the Earth during it's final moments as a way of vengeance for his comrade. But, still, looking past that- it gave Dion a newfound appreciation for the planet he called home. Helped him to realize how central it was to his life and growth, which also had a bit of a weight on why he chose to take such a leisurely tour through Satan City as opposed to working inside as he usually did.
He took a deep breath of fresh (well, as fresh as you COULD get with city air) air, and continued walking along, hands in the pockets of his blackened jeans as his eyes found themselves looking to his right at the other sidewalk- a line of restaurants before him with many tables and chairs set outside for the optional outside seating. He always found that idea neat, something he'd like to add to one of his own pubs one of these days. He had all the time in the world, so Dion really could implement it anytime he wished.
However, something caught his eye as he was looking through the many people eating- a familiar looking little toy robot looking bear on one of the empty tables. His eyes narrowed slightly as all the sudden the memory of where he had seen something like it before flashed through his mind. It was that tiny lil robit bear that he had met all that time ago-!
The one that booped his nose and had his owner knocking on his door. The conclusion to that situation was a bit, foggy, in his mind- couldn't quite remember how it ended, but he sure as hell remembered the robot bear for sure. He stood there for several moments, looking quite dumbfounded at such a sight.
Should he go over there and greet it? Would it cause another scene if it did?
Maybe it would be better just to go on his way..?
Pepper
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Post by Pepper on Mar 25, 2020 17:38:41 GMT -6
BOOPING THE BARTENDER
Pepper's PL: 12 | Ursa's PL: 50,000 | Items: None
"I would like to try some." Declared a carefully neutral robotic voice as URSA stared at the morsel in Pepper's hand with great interest. "You're an android, Ursa." She replied, sinking her teeth in the gooeyness of a perfect grilled cheese. "Anf yu cn't eaf food." Looking down disappoitendly, the bear internally sighed. "I wish to eat food someday. It seems like a popular pastime for people like you, Mother. I am glad that I can now go out in public like this with you! Do not get mistaken on that." Smiling, Pepper stood up and pat the bear on her head. "Well, maybe I'll look into it. You stay put while I go get something to drink, OK? No wandering!" Huffing, the Plexbit crossed her arms as best she could, bouncing in place as she waited for Pepper to return. Everything was going smoothly until she sensed IT. Swiveling her head, URSA peered across the restaurant and out some windows to see a familiar sight.
"It's YOU." She whispered intensely, memory banks still fresh on the encounter that had happened with this bar monkey man. Ursa had gotten him good with a right and proper boop, and from that point decided that they were fated rivals. And here he was! A gift from the gods above in the form of a perfect target! Slinking down from the booth and unto the floor, if Dion had looked away for even a moment he would now notice that the familiar bear had disappeared without a trace. "Ho ho ho. Delightedly devilish, Ursa." Rapidly skittering across the floor in only a way a Plexbit could, the android slipped outside. Dion was much faster now than way back when not that Ursa immediately knew it, but so was the Plexbit. And with him distracted in searching for her, he might not notice her secret strike. When the time came, she leaped from the sidewalk, arm extending with perfect aim to land the ultimate boop and end this man's whole career once more. |
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Post by Dion on Mar 26, 2020 16:02:19 GMT -6
Dion wiped his eyes with his sleeve to ensure his vision wasn't just catching a strange ray of light that somehow looked very much like a robot toy bear, still unsure of whether or not what he saw was actually the plexit themselves. As he did this, and as his vision returned to where he originally saw the lil robit, he wasn't too surprised to see that there was nothing in its place. Maybe he took a worse beating than he originally thought back when he was still stuck on those mountaintops. Though, he can't remember if he was hit in the head that many times to start hallucinating tiny robots coming after him out of nowhere. However, as he turned back to the sidewalk in front of him, he saw something that made shivers go straight down his Saiyan spine. A tiny familiar looking robot blur of a bear was quickly coming toward him, arm already outstretched for another booping of the snoot. Not wanting to gain an L so quickly, Dion raised his own arm to deflect it, however as the world around him began to slow he realized that he would not nearly be quickly enough to evade such a boop of epic proportions. He would have to activate his trump card so early on if he was to preserve his dignity.
Closing his eyes, he slowly felt at ease and at peace for a couple moments before a fire immediately felt ignited within his abdomen- a feeling of utter rage suddenly enveloping him like water from a hot shower as his hair shined blond, his eyes reopening and now having emerald jaded pupils instead of the normal black ones he had in base. Now within his Super Saiyan form, Dion was able to easily counter the bears attempted booping, his finger being enough to block the blow before it even came close to his nose.
Looking now at the midair bear, his hardened and irritated expression slowly shifted to one of neutral feeling (it was hard to feel anything but annoyed within this form, Dion soon learned) as he addressed Ursa, saying in an amused tone, "So, this is the first thing you do when you see me after all this time lil buddy-? Cmon now, I thought our relationship was at least a little better than this! I mean, I did try to help you out with your owner the last time you came around to me."
Assuming that the booping attempts would end there, Dion would gently pick up the robit bear by the forearm, setting Ursa down on his shoulder as he asked, "So, if you're here, that means your owner must be nearby- considering you seem like quite the loyal robit. Where exactly are they then?"
Dion quickly realized, however, that asking such questions to the robot was futile- remembering that they spoke in a tongue that was very much intelligible to his own ears. Sighing, Dion dropped out of Super Saiyan- his hair returning to its natural black color, his expression now a bit more relaxed as he continued, "Ah, right, you speak robo-bear language that my mere mortal ears cannot even begin to comprehend, yeah. So, I assume your owners somewhere back over at the restaurant I saw you in, right? How about we take you back over to them?"
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Post by Pepper on Mar 26, 2020 18:04:37 GMT -6
Yes, yes... everything was falling into place. The guy had somehow noticed her approach and was moving to intercept the boop, but he was far too slow! At this rate, her attack would land straight on target, and once again URSA could claim victory. And THEN... a sudden flash of light and a hairdo change saw his speed increase dramatically! Where once the boop was dead on target, it was now intercepted with ease and precision. Befuddled and bamboozled at this turn of even, Ursa fell right into Dion's trap, her forearm becoming trapped as he grabbed her. "NANI!? What is this? You managed to deflect my perfectly positioned boop with ease! Was it your blonde hairdo that has now inexplicably faded away!? What does it do? And most importantly of all, I demand you unhand me at once so I may rightfully boop you as was intended by fate itself by bringing you close to me once again. Do you understand!?"
They made up some reasons as to why she shouldn't be attempting this sacred tradition, and if Ursa could scoff she would. "Oh-ho you think that your subterfuge would fool me? News flash loser, it didn't! I won't fall for your tricks as mother did, you absolute MONSTER! Nobody tricks mother except for me! ...However, I can see that, at the moment, for whatever cheaty reason you have procured I am unable to properly boop. Hence, I offer a temporary truce." The shoulder sit was met with a bit of squirming, but Ursa begrudgingly stayed on as Dion began to move. "Tell you where she is? Don't be naive, fool. We may be in a truce but I've no reason to reveal her location to the likes of you. You're gonna probably... do something rude and unexpected. What now?!" And then he walked towards the restaurant. "WAIT NO DON'T GO IN THERE! Not that MOTHER is in there or anything, but you definitely just shouldn't because it, uh, is a competitor to that food place of yours I see all over with your smug mug plastered on it. I mean really."
Pepper would return in time to set her drink down, expression momentarily flickering to annoyance as she looked around. "Ursa, where did you get-" It didn't take long for her to spot the distinct Plexbit atop the shoulder of... a stranger? Pepper squinted, not instantly recognizing the man, a gut feeling saying she recognized him from somewhere before. "Ursa." She chastised. "Were you bothering people again? That's not nice... we talked about your behavior in public before, especially now that you have more free roam time." She offered a bright smile to Dion, arm extending. "Sorry about that, if she was any issue. We're still trying to learn how to act civil, aren't we Ursa?" The bootleg turned her head as if to ignore Dion. "Tch, this guy? Don't you know!? He is my mortal enemy, the victim of my boop, and he has returned. It was my destiny to defeat him again and yet somehow he cheated and like, amplified his speed and stuff somehow. He isn't even a ROBOT, so how could he do something like that? Crazy, I know."
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Post by Dion on Mar 27, 2020 13:23:01 GMT -6
Dion allowed himself a couple more laughs as he observed Ursas struggle to remain the intimidating lil booping bear bit that she was. He couldn't understand what she was saying but he could for sure as hell tell what she was thinking from her body language and her physical actions, what with her struggles and continued squirmings when placed upon his shoulder, and the continued wild gestures and hand actions she was making to illustrate her massive distaste for the young Saiyan male. Dion honestly for the life of him just could not pinpoint where they had gotten off on the wrong foot! Their first interactions was him attempting to have a nice conversation with the bear robit, and she somehow took offense to his actions during those interactions. Well, didn't really matter now, so long as he got on well with Ursas owner, who he assumed was indeed within the restaurant wherein he saw Ursa in the first place. Quickly making his way across to the aforementioned restaurant, Dion did take note of Ursas apparent panic as he began to approach- the lil bear tugging at him and looking quite out of sorts as he kept getting closer and closer to the restaurant. Such actions told him indirectly that her owner was most likely indeed within the building, and feeling a bit in a teasing mood, Dion patted the bear on the head, saying, "You're so cute when you're all frenzied like that-! Don'tcha worry, I'll be nothing but a gentleman to the person who owns you."
And indeed he would be, seeing as Ursas owner seemed to be a girl a couple years younger than himself- with Dion estimating that she was most likely finishing out high school. She seemed quite pleasant, well-mannered as well, and the bartender took her hand and shook it with a friendly smile as he said, "Oh, really, it's no problem- our little friend here acted just fine while out of your hands. I mean, she did try to boop me on the nose right here-" he pointed directly at his nose really quick as he continued, "-but it doesn't really hurt at all! I find it quite cute, really. Though, if she did it to anyone else I'd be quite worried, not everyone is as, open I guess? As I am to booping, ehehehe."
Looking over at the table she was sitting at, Dion gestured toward it, asking, "Do you mind if I join you and Ursa for lunch? I was feeling a little on the peckish side, and food always tastes better with some good company, as I've came to learn. If you don't mind of course..?"
Pepper did indeed look familiar, and Ursa he did clearly remember, so Dion hoped that with the already sizable past between the two she'd be willing to get to know each-other a bit better through some good food and drink. Plus, he was feeling a little lonely walking by his lonesome out in the streets of Satan City. The company of your thoughts could only be so satisfactory for so long.
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Post by Pepper on Mar 28, 2020 9:59:54 GMT -6
"A gentleman!?" Ursa said, offended. "Nothing but lies. Lies, lies, lies, LIES, LIES!" Despite her (unintelligible words), the Plexbit made no attempt to seriously harm or halt Dion's progress into the restaurant. "I know better than to trust the word of my nemesis, fool. I shan't fall prey to your silver tongue and honey-soaked prose." Pausing for a moment, a lightbulb clicked in Ursa's head. "I swear to the deities above, you will NOT FLIRT with mother or so help me I shall rend your nose from your face and boop it for the rest of eternity, do you hear me!? One such as you isn't worthy of mother's affection, let alone friendship, so don't get your hopes up NERD because you're totally going to get rejected either way! Ha, watch, as soon as she sees me atop your shoulder I will be rescued and you will be dismissed like the annoyance you are."
Obviously, that didn't go to plan and Pepper even ended up chastising Ursa along the way. Grumbling as the two shook hands after that whole exchange, the Plexbit could only vent her frustrations to the one who understood her. "I know being polite is... polite, but honestly have you not heard a word I'm saying? Do not be so kind to my arch-nemsis, especially when he has so thoroughly deflected my attempts at humiliating his pride with my boop technique." The unthinkable happened next, that being Dion asking to sit and eat with them. "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT FLIRTING!? Not only that, but you dare try to cut in on time between mother and I? ...OK so maybe I can't actually eat anything despite wanting to, but that doesn't change that you're a smelly nerd and should heck off." Pepper shot Ursa a glare for a moment before turning her attention back to Dion.
"Sure! Go ahead, seats open. Ursa can sit next to me if she wants." On cue, the Plexbit hopped off Dion and wiggled into the booth seat next to her mom. "It's kind of a cafeteria type place so you just pay for what you buy on a tray. Pretty neat! Of course, they have a menu over here and a buzzer if you want it delivered to the table." She was still getting the vibe that they'd met somewhere before, but Pepper couldn't quite place it. "I just started off light since I didn't know how hungry I'll be, but a single sandwich wasn't quite enough." Laughing softly, she stood up. "We could go to the line together if you wanted?" Giving a glance to Ursa, she held her arm out. "You can come too, seeing what happened last time I left you in a booth alone."
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Post by Dion on Mar 29, 2020 0:56:44 GMT -6
Kami above, it seemed like no matter what this little robot bear friend of his would not at all admit a single good quality of his! Well, it wasn't as though Dion could hear Ursas continued verbal abuse, but by her body language and aggressive manner he could definitely tell that it wasn't anything good. He did allow himself a couple chuckles here and there as he saw Ursa properly chewed out, but nothing too overly obvious. He REALLY didn't need Ursa hating him more than she already did, and she would most likely assume any laughter from him would be in a mocking manner, so, he kept it all to a minimum. As he addressed Pepper, one thing that came to mind was how exactly such a nice and mild mannered woman could make such a chaotic and (presumably) quite outspoken mini bear bot. No, it wasn't her skill that he doubted, more so the incredible personality contrast between her creation and she. He assumed that whenever people made robots with the intent of gifting it sentience, that they would be created close to their own image. Yet these two seemed to be one of the most conflicting pairs he's ever met! Though, Dion didn't judge too harshly, and he hoped all the more to become eventual good friends with the both of them.
Yes, even with Ursa.
As Pepper began to explain just how this restaurant's seating and eating worked, Dion was quite surprised. The idea of a "get the food yourself" kind of thing wasn't exactly foreign to him, but was a strange concept to him indeed. Wasn't the whole point of a restaurant to make the food and experience special for each and every individual guest? If so, then what was the point of making the patrons get the food themselves? That didn't seem nearly as special as having someone cook your meal for you and only you. Regardless, Dion wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to grab some good food with, again, some good company, so in response to Pepper's offering to going up with him he nodded, saying, "I wouldn't mind tagging along with ya, not at all-! So long as Ursa here doesn't mind either."
That last line was, of course, jokingly said, and after looking around and laying his eyes on the area wherein you're supposed to get your food, Dion gestured toward the buffet-like area as he said, "Well, shall we then?"
Once they both began to move to get their food, Dion would look at Pepper inquisitively for a couple moments before speaking what they've both been thinking, saying, "Ok, I feel like we've seen each-other before, haven't we? And I know that it's probably highly likely that we have, considering I do remember lil' Ursa here invading one of my bars one day and their owner coming to retrieve them. You wouldn't happen to remember such a situation yourself, do you? Or am I mistaking Ursa for another tiny robot bear?"
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Post by Pepper on Mar 29, 2020 15:17:06 GMT -6
"Now he is mocking me," Ursa complained, glaring at the Saiyan from behind Pepper's shoulder. "He KNOWS I mind yet he asks anyway like he's some sort of funny guy. This is an outrage!" Pepper offered a consoling pat on the Plexbit's head. "I know, Ursa, but just for the moment could you be quiet? We can discuss this all we want later, but being rude to a guest is never acceptable." Ursa was silent for a moment before huffing and turning away from Dion, crawling to Pepper's opposite shoulder to gain a meager amount of distance on him. "Sorry about that, Ursa can be a bit of a handful sometimes." The girl explained as the pair walked, ambling up to a set of trays and picking one up. "Just skim by the different stations, tell the workers what you want, and they'll scan it to your tray number so you can pay after you put it up for cleaning."
"Invading?" Ursa said, insulted. "Your incompetence and lack of security protocols led to me, perhaps not exactly on purpose, entering your establishment of alcohol through an open port! There was no force or ill-will used in the action whatsoever. At least your memory is clear enough to remember our fateful encounter and the place of your first utter defeat by my paw." Pepper gave a short glance to the Plexbit, turning her attention back to Dion after she had finished her miniature rant. "You seemed vaguely familiar, but that was so long ago... sorry, I just have had a fair bit on my mind recently." She flashed a tired smile, a glimmer of sadness slipping through before Pepper fixed her expression again. "You probably don't need to hear about my life, though. I'm sure you've had your own set of trials and tribulations to work through."
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Post by Dion on Mar 29, 2020 18:37:44 GMT -6
Ursas immature grudge holding made the bartender roll his eyes a bit out of, more amusement rather than actual irritation. He found their little dynamic quite hilarious to keep up with, something that's begun already to grow on him, even though they barely knew of each other as it was. But Dion could tell when someone was worth hanging onto for a little while, and Pepper and her little robit bear were two people who definitely were worth sticking around for the long haul. As they made their way over to the trays, Dion listened intently to Pepper's instructions as he took a tray- his eyes now gazing over the cafeteria like area at the large selection of delicacies and drinks, his mind now becoming slightly, uncharacteristically indecisive. Muttering, "Well, well, well, won'tcha take a look at the menagerie," the young Saiyan male turned to face Pepper once more as she began to apologize for her lack of recognition of Dion's identity, with the latter about to say otherwise when he realized that this was probably a conversation better saved for when the two were sitting down somewhere.
And so, Dion raised a single finger in response to Pepper's apology, saying, "S-sorry to cut you off, but, I think that's a whole can of worms better saved for when we're all properly situated. If you don't mind, of course?" Upon hearing her response, the bartender would most likely nod and thank her before moving on to the food, grabbing heaping platefuls of grub, characteristic of his Saiyan heritage. He hasn't had the time to sit down and engorge himself to no end, so this was a nice change of pace if he were to be frank!
Finally, once he was done grabbing a little bit of everything (little bit being the completely relative term here), Dion quickly made his way back over to the table, sitting across from where presumably Pepper and Ursa would be waiting for him. Setting down his tray, he took a bite out of a burger he had grabbed upon the pile of food he had, saying after he swallowed (talking with a full mouth was quite rude), "So, if you don't mind me saying- I can, kinda see that you've been through the wringer a bit, haven't you? Forget about whatever problems I may have for a moment, you seem incredibly drained of everything. Looks like you could use a break. Or, at least, someone to talk to about it?"
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Post by Pepper on Mar 30, 2020 15:02:37 GMT -6
"Don't tell him all that..." Ursa grumbled tone and actions a bit softer than they had been before. "You don't need to involve randoms like him in our bad stuff. We have friends for that." The Plexbit turned to give Dion a haughty glare. "And don't try and stick your nose in it either, bub! It's none of your beeswax what we're up to." The conversation was broken up by the two getting their food, with Pepper deviating towards more of the grilled cheese, some mac n' cheese, and a serving of vegetables on the side as if to say that her meal wasn't entirely unhealthy. In contrast, Dion's tray (if you could even call it that anymore) was buried underneath a veritable mountain of different bits and pieces, Pepper staring at it in concern. "Er, are you sure you can eat all that? And also pay for all it without burning a hole in your pocket?"
Pepper was reasonably well off, given that Crop Co. paid handsomely, so this cafeteria was a bit on the expensive side while also boasting a successful and professional line up of delicious options. Pepper took a moment to get a spoonful of her macaroni, nodding afterward for a moment. "It's pretty good." She said, tone indicating there was a part left unsaid to her statement. It was then Dion decided to broach the more serious topic, causing Ursa to pound her forearm once on the table. "HEY! What did I say!? Seriously, it's like you people don't even listen to me at all. We don't want help from a guy like you." Even if he hadn't been Ursa's sworn enemy, he was still just some random person who didn't have a clue about their life and probably didn't actually care. Most people said that kind of stuff as a kind gesture rather than an actual offer.
"It's not that bad." Pepper was quick to reply, a smile plastered on her face. "Just normal stuff to be stressed about for a student. Finals, my part-time job..." It wasn't really time to mention that the whole 'Badman City' anniversary was about a week or so away. That dreaded time back when she was what, sixteen? Just another civilian caught in the crossfire. And no magic wishes with the Dragon Balls ever came their way when they needed it... "...So don't be too worried, I have a tendency of being a bit overly dramatic sometimes. Besides, I doubt you really want to sit and listen to a High School girl talk about drama and whatnot." The last part was said with a joking tone, in part to try and deflect the conversation away from the topic Dion had broached.
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Post by Dion on Apr 1, 2020 12:10:38 GMT -6
Dion chuckled slightly at Pepper's justifiable concern at the gigantic load of food he had gotten for himself. Waving her off swiftly though, Dion replied in a reassuring tone as he began to dig in a bit further into the goldmine of grub, saying, "It's no problem- really! If you didn't know from the name, I own this little pub and bar establishment called Diono's up in North City. Well, there are multiple Diono's, not just one, it's a bit of a chain y'see? Point being, I've got more money than I know what to do with. And I'm not one really for material things, so.." He gestured toward his plate of food, finishing off by saying, "What better way to use some of it than on something all Saiyans have come to universally love? It's a no brainer to me!" After that, he began to slow down on the chow as Pepper began to open up a bit about her own problems, a bit of sympathy now being felt from the young male Saiyan as he himself knew what those kinda years felt like. Perhaps not from similar experiences, Dion was home schooled, and even then his knowledge was still quite limited when it came to actual academics like mathematics and such, but he knew the stress that came with being at such a time in your life.
Now the part that Dion would never understand no matter how hard he tried would be probably any of the high school drama that Pepper had to go through. He was a boy, and nothing more- and boys had a bad habit of never understanding the mysticism of women. He supposed that was the one thing he'd never be able to wrap his head around, but such is life. You win some you lose some.
Clearing his throat, and dabbing at his face with a napkin before speaking, Dion said, "I'm not gonna lie, even though you do shrug it off, it sounds like a pretty lil' headache to me. I can't imagine even trying to go through what you're going through. I never was a school kid, probably has something to do with the fact that I'm both Saiyan and home schooled. Saiyans aren't really known for their academic knowledge, yknow? Bit of a shame, considering we excel in almost every other area it seems, but I guess all races have their weakpoints."
"So, forgive me if I do ask a couple stupid questions about your school life, considering I'm a bit of a novice when it comes to Earthling culture and how exactly they do things in comparison to my own race's way of living. Which brings me to my first question- what are finals anyways? They sound like some sorta big test, and I assume that is what they are, yeah? If so, then I wish ya luck- I'd definitely be a little pressured to do well if it was me, considering Saiyans don't take failure very lightly, eheheh."
Planet Vegeta was never the accepting type most of the time, and were quite strict on how their people was to do things. A good example of it was with Kabocha and her family, wherein after years of being treated wrongly by their peers for being out of the norm (IE, being weak) they decided to just up and leave. Which is hard, considering emigrating with a whole five children is difficult in the first place. Moving to another planet entirely seemed insane! A small pang of respect was felt within Dion before he started speaking again.
"I'm sure you aren't blowing things too much out of proportion as you may think- everyone has their limits, and can only take so much before they can start to break. So, I wouldn't at all mind listening to whatever drama or strife, no matter whether or not you think it's crucial or not, if it means taking a little weight off your shoulders. That's what friends do, innit?"
He then took a small sip of the HeTap light he had also swiped from the food bar, taking a deep breath (the guy talked a lot) before he said in a bit more of a flustered tone, "S-sorry, sometimes I go off on a bit of a tangent or two when I get comfortable. Hopefully you don't mind?"
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