Dreizehn found that he was having trouble keeping his eyes open which caused him to chuckle slightly. "So... this is what exhaustion... and requiring sleep feels like..." the silver-haired humanoid mused as he rested his back against a nearby wall in one of the cities alleyways, slumping down to the concrete ground. In retrospect, travelling from his "birthplace" in the Gizard Wasteland to Satan City, engaging in combat against an Arcosian whilst there, then moving to West City and taking part in that sparring session, all without any form of sleep... was probably not the best course of action.
In his defence, Dreizehn had not considered that he would require sleep like normal biological entities would. Although that premise had been based on his limited experiences when he had been out of his maturation stasis pod growing up... Seems all the pseudo-sleep he'd gone through during that time had finally run out. With nowhere to go, and no money to his name to speak of, the silver-haired humanoid had decided to find a quiet corner of the city to try and get some rest in. Hence this alleyway. Dreizehn took one last look to ensure that he would be safe to sleep here before he finally allowed his eyes to close, and his mind to slip into restful unconsciousness.
Post by Ghost Banzo on Feb 27, 2018 8:43:58 GMT -6
Thread PL: 13,081
Passing through Satan City, Banzo was strolling down the street. This was one of the biggest cities on the planet, if not THE biggest. If he couldn't find some stronger fighters here, he wasn't entirely certain where he would. Ki sense scanning the city, he was nearly drowning in small flickers of energy. Thus, the fire burning in an alleyway a few streets over caught his attention. Blinking, he ambled over.
It wasn't incredibly high, but it was definitely fighter level. Cracking his neck, he peered into the alleyway curiously. It was.... a silver-haired man, sleeping in an alleyway. Hmm. That was... not quite what he had been hoping for, if he was honest. What was this, the King of the Hobos? Not exactly an impressive sight, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Tromping over, Banzo pulled out a bottle of rum, popped the cork, and leaned against the wall to wait for the man to wake up.
Taking a swig of the bottle, he kept scanning the city, looking for any other powerful ki signatures that might pop up. Where one was present, others seemed to come. It was like fighters were drawn to each other, it seemed.
The silver-haired humanoid had maybe had about three hours worth of sleep before he found himself grumbling awake. The first thing that registered on his radar was the fact that a large energy signature was standing right next to him. It took him a second to process this before he shot to his feet and immediately started to generate ki in his hand on instinct into a blade like form as he took up a defensive stance, in case this entity decided to go on the offensive now that he was awake.
As soon as his mind caught up to his body, Dreizehn began to appraise the man leaning up against the wall, who was holding a quite frankly foul smelling bottle. They appeared to be a bearded Saiyan who was half-naked, thankfully the top half, and had a collection of scars. "Identify yourself." the silver-haired humanoid growled at the man, his senses picking up slight traces of dark energy coming from the man along with Saiyan. A hybrid perhaps, or an entity like himself? If it was the latter...
Post by Ghost Banzo on Mar 2, 2018 16:23:23 GMT -6
Shortly thereafter, the silver-haired man leapt up. Holding out a hand, he formed a blade out of Ki, bringing it up defensively. Raising his eyebrow, Banzo chuckled. "Touchy, touchy. You are the one sleeping in an alleyway, boyo. Calm down." He raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his drink.
As the oddly haired man growled at him, Banzo raised an eyebrow. "I said Calm Down, ya daft bastard. Do I look like I'm interested in fightin' ye? Not likely ye'd be much of a fight anyway...." Straightening up, he scratched the back of his head. "The name's Banzo. I'm a Saiyan, lookin' for people to fight the World Trade Fleet. Noticed yer power, then got curious why ye were sleeping in an alley." Considering the man again, he frowned. That was a bit odd. There was something off about his energy. The Privateer hadn't felt anyone like this before. Maybe he was just some weird Alien?
Dismissing it, Banzo stared down at the angry silver-haired... individual. "Will ye put that sword away? You're making too much of a fuss. Unless ye really want to fight, in which case..." He grinned widely, revealing his rather pointed canines, as his eyes narrowed. "I'm more than game. No stranger ta discussin' stuff after a good scrap." Chuckling, Banzo slowly cracked the fingers on one hand, one at a time, merely by moving the extremities in question. His other hand was resting on his hip as he gave the Bio-Android (Not that he knew it) a look that very clearly communicated one thing.
"Come and have a go if ye think yer hard enough, boyo."
Yes, that. Apparently the Saiyan had no sense of subtlety or narrative dramatics. Then again, the massive and muscled brute didn't look like the most subtle individual anyway, so one wonders what the narrator was really expecting.
Dreizehn watched the man cautiously, appraising the differences in their levels as well as reminding himself of where he was exactly. He listened to this Banzo's words, and then glanced behind himself to the cities streets beyond this alleyway before sighing and shaking his head as he dispersed the built up energy into the air as harmless motes of fading light. "I've never had to sleep before, so I figured I'd pick a quiet place where I wouldn't get in anybodies way." the silver-haired humanoid explained to the Saiyan. "Seems however that I should learn how to suppress my energy if I wish to have some uninterrupted rest in the future..." he mused with a grumbling sigh, rubbing the back of his head.
He turned his focus fully on to the Saiyan now deciding that he'd get some rest later. "As for fighting the World Trade Fleet, I've already encountered one of their advance scouts over in Satan City. An Arcosian who's fond of using ice-based ki attacks. Single intact horn, and assuming he hasn't healed the wound I gave him, only one working eye in case you run into them in your travels." said Dreizehn, deciding that this Saiyan would probably be able to do a better job of finishing the job that he'd started at the moment. From what he could sense from him, he'd be able to at least take the Arcosian on in their second state...
Thread PL: 12,829 // Current PL: 25,658 "SHUT THE HELL UP!" A shouting voice could be heard echoing through the alleyway. Though, it seemed that there were no new entrants to this scene unfolding from outside of the area. Rather, this voice came from within. More specifically, from a green dumpster in the middle of the alley, as the black lid popped open. Without needing to use his own hands to prop open the lid, the furred head of the Future Demon Lord made itself known to the loudmouthed jackasses of West City. "Keep your voices down, don't you see there's a dead bo- WHY THE WHAT THE FUCK!?" Pepper practically shouted, now pushing his head up against the lid of the dumpster and pulling himself out, finding that he was wearing his usual shirt, jacket, and violet jean attire along with his trademark cap.
Leaping out of the dumpster and onto the concrete alley, he started shouting, "I swore I hit the back of your dumb head with that bottle right there, thought I killed your silvered haired face! Why the hell were you even lying on the ground in the first place you moron?!" Pointing with a cloven hoof, the demon was obviously pointing out the metallic bottle which had landed right next to where Dreizehn's head was while he was sleeping. "I hid in the god damned dumpster for HOURS! The stench was abysmal, you punk ass faker need to pony up some COM-PEN-SA-TION! My time is money, and you wasting my time is double money" Holding out his hand towards the dip of the Bio-Android, though he looked more like a stupid human than anything. Probably why Pepper was giving as much trouble as he did to this blatant disrespect of nature itself.
Though, the silver haired pretty boy was not the only object of Pepper' current ire, as he was listening to the words spoken by the two bozos out in the alleyway. There was a bulkier looking guy there who had the obvious saiyan tail, those bloody idiot warriors seemed to be popping up more and more nowadays. Blathering oooon and oooon and ooooon about this World Trade Fleet threat of some sort. In the history he was taught, Pepper was told that Saiyans were much more than these whimpering little excuses of warriors.
Creating a ball of pink energy in his free hand, Pepper started to speak toward this other man, "And you, ya coward! If you really are worried about this World Trade Fleet, then I will give ya a heart 'What the fuck' are ya doin? If you have to beg others for help, then start lickin' my boot ya dreg! 私は自分たちの危険を気にしていないし、彼らが所属する場所を私に悪用する人を見せてくれるだろう。本当の御霊の下に私の足の下に、！"(I do not even care about their danger, I will show anyone who wrongs me the place they belong. Underneath my feet, beneath the TRUE DEMON LORD!). Slipping back into his native tongue of the Demon Realm, it was becoming readily apparent that something was wrong with this boy. Well, more wrong than usual as Pepper usually was a cocky little shit. Something had gotten under his skin, and it was irking him in a hard way.
Post by Ghost Banzo on Mar 7, 2018 10:16:48 GMT -6
One of the WTF's Advance scouts, huh...? That was problematic. Banzo was just about to respond, when the relative quiet was shattered sharply, suddenly, and obnoxiously.
From the dumpster in the alleyway, a horned head popped out. It looked like some kind of bipedal deer. Banzo blinked at him as he started yelling and cursing, seeming shocked to see them or something similar. He was wearing oddly colorful clothing, and seemed extremely annoyed about something.
Oh, and he was easily twice Banzo's power level.
As it removed itself from the dumpster, Banzo sighed. It wasn't that he couldn't fight this person, it was that he had little desire to use his rampaging Oozaru form in the middle of the city. It wouldn't end well. Still, he wasn't about to cower in front of some cocky little shit. Sighing, Banzo tried to open his mouth to speak, but was cut off yet again by another yell from the deer-creature.
It was when he started calling Banzo a coward that his eye twitched, and the Saiyan walked forward. "Shhhh." He held up a finger, and merely went "SHHHHH" louder if Pepper tried to respond to that, pausing for a moment, and staring at him with utter disinterest. When he spoke, it was in the flattest, most unimpressed tone he might ever have used. "Holy hell, lad, you are the literal most annoying creature I have ever seen on over 115 civilized planets. I wouldn't lick yer boot if an Arcosian was aimin' a Ki beam at my very head, both out of pride, and a functioning dress sense. You look like you robbed a homeless amateur musician. In addition, you are so hypocritical and idiotic that you threw a bottle at someone, MISSED, and then hid in a dumpster for several hours thinking you had killed a man. Have you ever actually fought anyone? Have you ever had ANY actual threat on your life in your entire arrogant, self-absorbed existence, or have you just hid with the trash in dirty alleyways?"
He crossed his arms, staring flatly at Pepper, and raised an eyebrow. "So. In your own words, Shut the Hell Up, and in mine... Fuck off." He turned back to Dreizhen, and nodded. "I do not know about you, but I think I would like to continue this conversation somewhere without him in it." Lifting upwards, he began to fly out of the city if Dreizhen followed, or if Pepper seemed prepared to attack. If they needed to brawl, they'd be doing it outside the town.
Should either follow, they'd end up in a clearing outside West City, where Banzo touched down, crossing his arms again and sighing in very obvious annoyance at the day he was having.
Well… that was definitely not what he was expecting to see today. Dreizehn raised an eyebrow at the overwhelmingly powerful deer creature who apparently had thought he’d killed him whilst he had been sleeping? He glanced over at the bottle in question before sighing and putting his hands into his pockets. “First, I was trying to get some sleep since that’s something my body apparently requires. Second, you chose to waste your own time by deciding to hide in a rubbish bin after believing you had committed a murder.” the silver-haired humanoid pointed out to the tiny creature.
He looked over towards the Saiyan who decided that this conversation should be taken elsewhere. Dreizehn nodded in agreement and took off into the air following him. The short creature may have far more power than himself or the Saiyan combined, but if it came down to a sparring session then presumably the Saiyan and himself would be able to take on the diminutive deer together… assuming that that was indeed the plan as they touched down in the empty clearing. He looked over at the Saiyan and shrugged somewhat apologetically. “If I had realised that my trying to get some rest would cause this much of an issue, I would have chosen a more obscure location.”
Honestly, if Pepper was in a right state of mind, he would notice how much of a buffoon he had been acting. He was extra irate for such a dumb reason too in hindsight, but after going through such a high stress situation of thinking he committed a murder and then hiding from it. Sure it was not the smartest of moves, but cut him some slack he is jut a kid. But this Saiyan's words were the most antagonizing thing that he had ever been forced to listen to, and Pepper was rather taken aback by how blunt and rude this man was. Well, yeah, Pepper was in a bad mood, but this guy was supposed to be the adult of the situation and made better choices. Well, leave it to a Saiyan to absolutely shoot himself in the foot with a planet sized shotgun.
The word hypocrite was thrown out, and in the hellishly long seconds it took Pepper to process all of what was said, it outright infuriated him at how much of a worse offender this Dumbzo was. Annoying was what he became in trying to belittle someone much younger than he was, Pepper at least dressed more atune to the current time period than this shirtless moron who wore his previous mistakes as if they were proud battle scars, and idiotic for insulting the very pride of someone who deserves the title of Demon Lord. The man even assumed that the Demon Lord had no experience in combat, which was true in the Human Realm and in this form. Back in the Demon Realm, Pepper outright snacked on a couple ghosts here and there, and constantly locked horns with his dad and other lower class demons. Living in the Demon Realm and the Human Realm were two different ballparks, after all, as people in this realm were very fearful of death, and punishes those who commit such an action.
The malice Pepper had for this death wish having saiyan was utterly palpable within the energy ball the demon had produced, coursing energy starting to make the energy orb start to vigorously and violently shimmy and shake, on the verge of being unstable. The icing on this shit cake was how he himself was 'Fucking Off,' by trying to fly away from the situation along with the silver haired guy. Thankfully, in the midst of his soaring rage, Dreizehn's words reached Pepper's ears, and was spoken in a sense that at least seemed reasonable. He was safe from the wrath of Pepper, for now. But the true perpetrator was flying away, trying to get away with that stupid saiyan tail between his legs. Not on Pepper's watch he wasn't!!!
Pepper interrupts the exit of Banzo and Dreizehn, bolstering up his own speed to intercept the duo while high above West City, stopping his flight right in front of the dumb saiyan. With the ball of energy that had been formed in his hand the entire time, Pepper focuses it into a fascimile of a baseball bat, solidifying and intensifying the energy inside this makeshift ki weapon. Using this ki weapon, Pepper began speaking with fury, "Dumbass, you do not even know who you are talking to? Do you even not know your place, you filthy coward? I am 主ゴーストペッパー(Lord Gost Pepper),and your hypocritical ass started an incident you can't run from. Demon Realm rules, Jackass. Where conflict starts, the battle starts as well! So, hope you were prepared to be beaten within an inch of your life, ya fuckin' プル (Dreg)."
Calling upon the knowledge and newfound battle strategies learned from what could only be described as the video game of the century, Pepper adopted the Slugger Style of battle and started to swing around his energy bat in a nunchuck like manner in order to cause Banzo to understand the severity of the situation. In middle of his nunchuck swing, however, Pepper attempted to close the distance and clock the Saiyan right into the jaw with the energy bat, aiming to smash him upward, toward the center of the West City.
"Square up, thot!" Pepper added on, while keeping a deathly glare on this bearded saiyan. For some reason unknown to the others, whenever Pepper's vision comes across this man's beard, his own blood starts to boil more and more. Ghost BanzoDreizehn
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When the demon suddenly appeared in front of Banzo, the Saiyan's eye twitched sharply. "No! NOR DO I CARE. I am more than happy to fight you, but unlike SOME people here, I DON'T GET INNOCENT CIVILIANS KILLED WITH MY BULLSHIT!" He gestured with one hand at the bustling city below, one that would be severely harmed by any misfired attacks aimed downwards. "Stand the fuck down or move somewhere we're not gonna hurt people. Also, Half Demon, fucker. We're not in the god-damn Demon Realm, rules don't apply! Also? (Pretty sure you're not a lord, kid.)" For a moment, his eyes flashed like burning coals. His speech was heavily accented, and somewhat muddled, but distinguishable nonetheless."
Crossing his arms and focusing all of his Ki, Banzo slid through the air a few dozen meters at the hit, but managed to stay standing. Staring directly at Pepper, he folded his arms and then his legs, sitting in mid-air. "You wanna have a temper tantrum, that's fine. But I'm not leaving innocent blood on my hands because you think your power means you can assault, murder and kill. But let me make one thing very clear. Beat on me all you want. I'm a tough guy, I can probably take it. But you try to escalate this, or put anyone down there in danger...."
He narrowed his eyes, and his fists tightened. "And I will show you what happens when your god-damn life is in danger. SO!" He clapped his hands, rolling his eyes as he stared at Pepper. "Go on. Beat up an unresisting coward, as you call me. Rant and rave and give yourself fancy, impressive titles you haven't earned. I hope it suitably strokes your ego, and then the rest of us can get on with our lives and maybe do something actually important." And with that, he just floated there, clearly annoyed but not responding in the slightest.
So it seemed that apparently the child-like deer demon did not want to move this to a less populated region... Dreizehn looked between the Saiyan and the Demon though when they started speaking in some other language. He raised a hand and coughed slightly. "For those of us in the air who don't speak what I presume to be the Demon language, care to fill in the gaps?" he inquired, wondering what exactly was going on between these two. Things were definitely escalating though as the two entities tempers were feeding from one anothers.
The situation wasn't helped by the Saiyan just offering himself up as a free target for the tiny demons attacks. "I think that's been quite enough posturing, on both sides, for now." he said, his eyes tracking from the Saiyan to the deer-like demon. "Take in a deep breath through your nose, and then let it out slowly through your mouth. This is a breathing technique that when repeated helps to calm the mind and temper." he half-ordered, half-suggested to the small demon child. The silver-haired humanoid would wait for a bit before he spoke once more.
"I may not have understood the demon language parts of this conversation, but judging from your reaction," said Dreizehn with a nod towards the deer demon, "you hold no more love for the World Trade Fleet than this Saiyan does." he surmised, with a nod towards Banzo. "Would you seek to take on an entire army by yourself I wonder?" he inquired of the diminutive demon with a raised eyebrow. "You claimed him to be a coward for seeking the aid of others against an entire military. Would you not seek the aid of others if you felt yourself to be outnumbered and wished to ensure you achieved your revenge against the ones who destroyed your home?" Dreizehn asked of the deer demon.
The more this shirtless moron spoke, the more Pepper was sure of his initial ideals of this saiyan. Not a single brain cell working in that cranium of his, as Pepper was quick to point out, "Your ears work as well as your brain does, along with your eyes. You even realize where we are at? At least a hundred meters over the city, so shut the fuck up about hurting 'Innocent Civilians,' as there are none this high up!" Speaking with such a glare in his eyes with his head tilted up and backward, this little Demon Lord was definitely looking down at Banzo in every sense of the words. "And, booboo, whenever you deal with a Demon Lord, you deal with Demon Realm rules."
Rolling his own eyes at the insults being thrown out about being careless, Pepper continued repeating, "There are no civilians up here." Tilting his head to the side while swinging his energy bat around, the Demon Lord made the mouth motion of his hand going blah-blah-blah, while repeating in a different away, "I could have involved civilians, but as you can plainly see I only hit a fat dumbass," Floating in the direction of Banzo, Pepper was ready to take another swing, stopping dead in his tracks when fatzo sat in the ground and started acting like he had the morale high ground. While saying that he'd take whatever punishment Pepper would give him, after practically begging for assistance against the WTF.
Whatever rage and fury that Pepper wanted to unleash started to escape him, the energy bat fading away into nothing as a blank look was given Banzo. Pepper did not see a Saiyan warrior nor even a human being, but utter garbage that he really shouldn't waste time with. If it was not for the words of Dreizehn actually talking in a calm and reasonable manner, Pepper would attempted to outright show him what his stupidity was going to cost him. Turning to face this silver haired man, the slightly less rage fueled spoke, "I'm Lord Pepper, and that bozo is making a mockery of the Demon Language by just having the knowledge to speak it." Sticking out a tongue and pulling down his eye at the waste of space, Pepper listened to Dreizehn's hypothetical statement.
"Hell yeah I'd take em on. All by myself, if I have to, and I'd do it with a god damn smile," Pepper spoke with utmost confidence, smirking while completely ignoring Banzo's asinine ravings, "Let me make things clear for you Silver-locks. I do not care for this World Trade Fleet, but I care even less for these Saiyans who appeared on Earth, trying to beg for help. Not a day goes by when I have to walk or fly to my school, where a black haired jackass stands on a soap box talking and whining about how they let their homeworld get taken over, while fleeing for their lives!" Speaking up loud enough near the end for Banzo to hear, the young lord continues, "Not once have I seen a saiyan actually DO anything or talk about plans in taking them down, only requesting aid."
Dusting off his own jacket, the cocky Deer-boy adds on, "I do not sit and do nothing when confronted with problems. I do not run away, I chase down the fuckers who insult me and took over my homeland, and teach them why they should not mess with me. Since day one I have been fighting for myself against the many, and if this What The Fuck thing comes after my homeland, I'd do the same damn thing. Whether people want to help me or not!"
Although conflict seems to have stopped, Pepper made one thing extensively clear. Ever since admitting his own defeat, Banzo was beneath even the dirt Pepper walked on. DreizehnGhost Banzo
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Post by Ghost Banzo on Mar 11, 2018 13:30:46 GMT -6
As Pepper continued to ramble on, Banzo sighed, rubbing his forehead. This kid was giving him a headache. As long as he wasn't gonna go around killing people or something, though, that was fine. When he turned to talk to the silver-haired individual with them, Banzo considered whether he honestly felt like dealing with this frustratingly self-absorbed demon and longer.
Not really, no.
So, quietly, he cut his flight and fell downwards, vanishing into the buildings below. Re-activating the flight when he got close to street level, he caught his fall, and wandered off through the crowd.
"There may be no civilians up here, but if an energy blast were to miss its target, it could potentially impact the city below. Which is full of civilians." Dreizehn pointed out to the deer demon, even as the Saiyan made his escape. The lucky bastard. The silver-haired android raised an eyebrow at the self-titled demon lords remarks regarding Saiyans before shrugging. "The Saiyans I've encountered have been more pro-active than that. For example, myself and a Saiyan sheriff with a cybernetic arm took on an advance Arcosian scout of the World Trade Fleet in Satan City. We managed to take out one of its eyes, since it couldn't sense energy before it transformed and doubled its power..." he explained.
"Thankfully they declared they were bored and then left... if they hadn't done that, we may not be having this conversation right now." the Bio-Android remarked, recalling that moment vividly. "And whilst I suspect you've increased your power in the same manner, the Arcosians have access to more than one transformation ability that they can use freely without restrictions. They are known as Changelings after all." he said before tilting his head up towards the distant skies above the two of them. "And there is an entire armada of such beings up there..." Dreizehn mused softly, although still in the audible range for the diminutive demon lord.
He tilted his head back down to look the demon lord in the eyes. "You may have been fighting since you can remember against many, but right now we would be sorely pressed to win against such abilities. Hence why the Saiyans are here, asking for aid because for them that aid would come in the form of multiple sparring partners. More sparring sessions, more fighting, means for a Saiyan a greater increase in their power. And if they can increase their power enough, then the Arcosians multiple transformations will mean as nothing." the silver-haired humanoid reasoned out, using strategic thinking to try and ease the demon lords mood.
"And its somewhat hard for a Saiyan to ask for aid, if the local populace were to get caught in the cross-fire of any form of sparring sessions." Dreizehn pointed out with a smirk and a wave of his arm to gesture towards the city below them.
"Well there's your problem, you're ASSUMING!" Pepper pretty much snapped back, adding on, "If I wanted to use an energy blast, I would've done so. What I did instead was smack fatso with an energy bat, which is nothing compared to my Secret Technique, Nyeheheheh~" Rubbing his own chin with a smirk, the cocky little demon lord turned to see the Saiyan and how he was reacting to being proven how much of an idiot he was bei- Where the hell was he? That piece of shit outright ditched them. "What the fuck I say, huh? Your saiyan buddy asking for help couldn't deal with the truth, and ran away! If he won't stand for atrocity or himself, then what will he stand for? Absolutely nothing, that's what!"
Prideful and happy about his own victory over this beggar of a saiyan, Pepper decided to let the tailed bastard leave without his dignity and pride, and listened further to Dreizehn. Crossing his arms and acting rather bored, Pepper noted this little tall tale of his encounter with a WTF arcosian. Yawning a little, Pepper wasn't really all too impressed. "Nah, this is all natural baby. I have an ultra powerful that is at least twenty times stronger than what I can do right now. I just say you really did get lucky, but you also weren't strong enough!"
Stopping as Dreizehn actually agreed with the keypoint of getting stronger, Pepper would nod, "Yeah yeah, that's what I keep telling em! Train with the bozos you came with and stop bugging us with their problems!" Stopping for a bit as Dreizehn seemed to want to harp in on the point of the civilians below, Pepper's face just completely deadpan grimaced at the silver haired guy. Creating an energy ball in his hand, Pepper aimed his cloven hoof upward and blasted his pink energy ball somewhere upward. "That's the sky, where we are at. My energy, if I had used it, is aimed up there. I HAD NOT EVEN MADE ANY GOD DAMN ATTEMPT AT USING ENERGY BLASTS UNTIL THIS POINT, SO STOP BRINGING IT UP!"
Shouting with utter rage at this point because of how these grown ups were trying to scold him multiple times over something so dumb and unnecessary, Pepper took a deep breath before adding on, "I do not care, whatsoever, about their problem. I care about them trying to needlessly drag us into their mess, which they have done by fleeing here! JUST Fleeing here to this planet, in particular, drags everyone on this planet into their troubles. Then the saiyans try to drag us even further by involving the Earthlings by pitting the What The Fucks against us in order to save their furry asses. You keep bringing up the populace, and now let me widen that scope of yours on that topic. That scout you found in the city? Probably would not have bothered coming to Earth if not for the Saiyans fleeing here, to THIS PLANET. THAT'S why I'm pissed, because Earth is now already in the crossfire because of their selfish deeds."
Leaning in toward Dreizehn, Pepper was curious to see what kind of argument was going to be used to try and defend these moronic, cowardly saiyans even further. Almost nothing was going to change his mind at this point. Dreizehn
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