Crash! (Nasu)

That day Nasu had decided to make it a moment of relaxation for himself, deep in the forests still but not alone. He was accompanied by a nice piece of meat that he had hunted hours earlier. There was not much else to go by, but he appreciated the wilderness and just how natural the forest’s cycle was — still, Nasu was merely just trying to find himself for the times to come in this forest. One could say it was spiritual preparation for the war, basically.

He believed he was close to finding something. Nasu however, before he could even dent his teeth into a torn piece of beef… began to hear noises. A spaceship no less. He believed. It was booming loudly and making noise across the skies. It was easy to notice due to how quiet the forests usually were, and instead, he began to stand up and look up in the sky. He caught a trail, which had to have been left by the vessel. He began to follow its direction to the end with the shortest width.

“Curious.”

That he said, as he heard a loud crash. It sounded like somebody did not make a nice landing and just by memorizing in his head the direction from which the sound came from, he began to follow a route that led nearby a camp. Nasu felt a little stinging from that one, hopefully the natives would not have been mad. But from afar, his eyes could not tell apart the being’s nature but his senses could tell it possessed remarkable energy.

“Excuse me.”

He said, as he began to pass by some staring natives that were either surprised, shocked or terrified by the chance of an alien invader. Not that they would not know of aliens, but one crashing into their territory was not too common, probably. Nasu began to take careful steps and his ears began to listen to what was going on.

Thud.

He could hear it. Even if he was not between the gathering yet, the man had been steadily walking and taking careful steps through what was up and beyond. He did not expect the natives to be that happy about any of this. Not that he knew them all too well himself but from what he had learned from Chaznut, apparently they liked preserving their nature and so on. Things that Nasu could easily understand. But the Saiyan himself did not start with that kind of foot, he did not hold much dear to these lands, as he was a guest himself.

But he was curious to see what kind of visitor this one was. He could hear his voice, the tone of voice could be something one could get a few hints. He was asking for help, was he not? Then, as he approached, Nasu was quick to allow his sights to clear as he passed by the natives and in front of him. He looked down at him.

Sure enough, this one was very Saiyan-like. He even had a tail to begin with, as Nasu displayed his own, that wiggled a few times enough that it would probably catch Rensou’s attention.

“Another Saiyan. This is refreshing. Most of our kind usually have their stomachs full on plants during these hours, you know? Well. So I assume at least.”

The man leaned forward, he just slightly lowered himself enough so that his hand could possibly reach a distance that the stranger Rensou could possibly hope to try and latch on. His very hand alone was large, as the man alone was; surely he was big, and even if his prime was still shining, he spoke like an older man, no doubt.

“Come on. Get up or else it will not be long until the natives feed you to some animal. Just kidding, but they do not like this kind of mess. If anything I will explain it to them. I am no native but I have been hanging around for a few weeks now.”

Nasu would have helped Rensou pull himself up and before long, pull away his hand and instead both of them would rest upon his hips. He would probably begin to get a better look at the individual, see how he was clothed and if he had anything remarkable upon himself to be noticed by a keen eye.

“I am Nasu. Who are you?”

“That is right. But of course as a traspasser, I am not sure how willing they would listen to you. So for now, let us indeed head out. Let them cool their heads.”

Nasu agreed with this one very easily on the matter, maybe because it was a reasoning that could not be wrong to begin with but nevertheless he decided to nod and soon moved on to following the fellow Saiyan to the tent. He could not do much other than taking a seat. He was way too tall for those tents, and let his ear wide open for the fellow warrior to speak, so that Nasu could hear him out.

“Namek? It is very fresh this season. I have heard this name time and time again. Perhaps I ought to visit it myself at some point. What was it like? I have met a Namekian once. He was interesting enough, although he did not seem to quite trust me being a Saiyan. How was it any different than Earth? I had expected Namekians to be even more distrusting of our kind.”

If they were not all that well liked, huh. How odd. He did not have similar experiences at all, besides a few with particular people but Earthlings did not seem to care with him. He was not sure if he had done anything to deserve any kind of treatment, but he knew that all he ever did was basically enjoy life and help out who could be helped. He did not know what this Saiyan did or who they were.

“I suppose this Saiyan has met somebody they have offended before. Not personally, but you understand that Saiyans have not been behaving in the past, honestly. You can not blame them, to some extent. But I have not had these experiences myself, thankfully. Maybe you could point me to who this Saiyan is.”

The man, however, thought perhaps there was no need at all to speak with this gal… he had at least grown curious to see what the story was. Was it real, at all? It could have been, that was for sure but he did not believe it so easily. He had a hard time trying to figure it out on his own, neither did he want to think it could have been somebody trying to lead this young one astray. Regardless, he decided to shake his head.

“I guess you should find a better definition of happy. Life is not about being happy, sad, or angry. In the end you get on a level of life that you just start thinking beyond that. My own priority, example, has been on my mind for a while now. The very conflict on Plant. I am not with the Saiyans, after all. I ally with the Tuffles. The situation is a little complicated, but there you have it. My story.”

He cleared out his throat and folded his arms over his chest.

“Somewhat. I guess you could say I was built differently because I was not raised on Plant. Different planet, different culture.”

He soon looked towards Rensou, curiously. He did not really know much about this one, but he had a weird smell if anything. He did not completely smell Saiyan to his nose, perhaps he had eaten something real strong earlier before the two actually met? That was a chance, but not one he cared to really venture any further into, therefore, he decided to return the question alone.

“What about you? What is your story?”

“So you did enjoy Namek.”

Not that Nasu doubted it. Even though he was curious to hear what Namek was like, since he had never visited it before. Not to mention the fact he got the impression Namekians could possibly not be very friendly with Saiyans, but who knew. If it went well for Rensou, then perhaps Nasu was wrong to assume as much.

“Truth be told. I had gotten the impression our kind was not too liked there. But who knows, perhaps I had just gotten unlucky and met the needle in the haystack.”

The man did not really care for glitz, glamor and any other kind of luxury. It was beneath him, at the moment, honestly. He did not get to experience it, so who knew. But he was plenty happy with what he had already so he did not seek it. He wondered if Rensou himself had instead been in the city, in places like that.

“I can not say I know much about modern luxury. Do you? Have you been in those parts of the city?”

He was glad the Saiyan would not have provided any trouble, even though he barely even thought that and rather was worried that a Saiyan like that could need some help or support. But he would not insist, if Rensou said so. But he found it interesting that the younger Saiyan believed he had no story. A young warrior out of the oven, basically. That was certainly a great chance. That had to mean there was some level of potential within Rensou that could be unleashed.

“Wait.”

Something, however… felt wrong. What did he say again? Did he say he came from Plant? No, that was not it. He had to have heard ‘created’, which left him somewhat puzzled. Unless the language barrier was up and kicking, that was a strange sentence to specify one’s birth. But

“You said, created? You mean you were born there, right?”

Nasu was also feeling a little curious, however. How would Rensou give the Plant situation a shot? Did he have some kind of plan? Even if he had the support of a ‘promising’ Queen, he failed to see a solution. There was plenty there had to be done before one could really hope for a resolution over there, after all.

“And what do you plan to do on Plant?”