The Capital's Jungle (Open)

There were two possibilities he saw fit when it came to this random encounter. Two chances that involved the kid's nature or perhaps power. Had she only approached him by appearance she could perhaps only be a random kid. He did not really need to define her as a brat or whatever. By Saiyan standards she was mild enough not to be belittled, but instead another chance was that perhaps she was as strong if not stronger than him. She could fly, right? That involved a level of energy control.

He doubted that she could do that without being able to sense it. But it was not possible. He never used energy to fly and could sense energy while most Saiyans could fly and not sense energy for they used their infernal devices, in most cases. Of course this meant the second chance was only half the possibility as much as the first one was, but it was a chance nevertheless.

"Merely an era. But only now that she is gone I believe most Saiyans begin to see her for what she could do."

The Saiyan himself had noticed it once before but it did not take long exposure to see the strange way most would answer to the Queen's commands. Nasu was a little concerned with that, of course. No signs pointed that he could not have received a similar treatment before, but as far as he could see, most people were themselves. They were only basically rallied or guided and once they were out of their ape form, they would feel nothing.

"Her words had a special power. Now that she is gone they begin to feel the lack of that charisma that had taken over them. Some want to hear her again, others instead wish to curse her. It all depends on the single Saiyan's nature."

Nasu wondered, as such, was he a genuine man himself? Why did he have this strange nature... how could he not remember a single thing past a day where he was already an adult, fighting the Queen herself for the throne? Or that was what they told him he was doing. His frown came short and instead he sighed away and wondered who even was the past King. Did he know him? The man did not know how old he was precisely but he believed he had a certain age, and he was most likely the oldest in the group right here. But he was nearly sure of it. He had seen it in action as she calmed down an Oozaru before during a skirmish in the capital.

"I doubt it. Not that I knew the previous King. This has to do with the Queen's nature. She was particular. I do not know how. But in a way they feel cheated."

He did, a bit too. He could not know if he had been one of her subjects at this point, but even if he did, most people did not show any difference after leaving their ape form. Why would he have to worry about that? But he was a little upset nevertheless. But there was at least some good in this. He could now freely leave the planet without having to worry about giving the Queen explanations. Maybe he could throw a little mischief somewhere to calm his thirst. The kid shared a wise mind, at least. This place was going to become either a shithole or going through things that frankly felt disconnected to him. He did not feel any connection to the Saiyan race. He had no patriarchy or whatnot. The Queen was his one loyalty. All these guys could crumble in hell for all he cared.

"Things should not get deadly. Really, unless you are trying to become the next monarch. In that case one like you would be killed in a short moment."

Nasu exhaled out. He was tired, having to talk or think about this planet was tiring enough that he was becoming frustrated. Honestly he would not be able to understand one bit what Gloriosa spoke of but he did not dismiss her as stupid or anything like that. It was a difference of interests: music was only mere company during a night's toast to him. He did not care about giving it a sense. It just needed to be there to fill the empty head while another hand rose the entire barrel to one's mouth. But he knew inspiration. He could use that. But he did not know where to find it, what was his inspiration in the past?

"I did not understand a single word. If you die, you die. That's as simple as it goes. Legacy is left by the great ones. Look at this. We do not know where the Queen is, but even if she would show up again in a few years, no one will remember her. Except those few. Even the title of monarch is pointless if you do not have a plan and leave a mark that will impact our world, let it be war or something else. Unless you write a song so great to impact the world, even your songs will be forgotten by all. Even I will die and not be remembered at this point."

He looked at the kid briefly when she apologized, his features did not change in the slightest yet again and he just looked away. He did not really say anything else beyond what he really thought.

"Unless you caught me by my height alone I believe you can tell my strength like I can do. You may just be a fool or perhaps you are hiding your strength in the same way I can do but choose not to... either way, I do not care. If you are fool I might admire the spirit."

Nasu sighed and considered the offer just briefly. He guessed he could be a freeloader for one trip and then find another way but that would not fix the issue of a larger freedom, so all things considered he did not see it as a suitable option to satisfy his needs.

"No. I will find a ship and claim it as mine. There is somewhere I want to check out, somebody made me believe there might be some battle going on. I might get the chance of cracking my bones in a battlefield like I have long been desiring."

He felt even an one-on-one fight was not what he sought. Even if the opponent was strong. He could not express it but he believed the terrible and terrific drums of war could perhaps make his heart beat, finally.

"I did not expect you to care about legacies. Frankly speaking I do not care so much myself. A legacy is not going to keep you standing for a while. We all die, that is the only thing I know."

A little pessimistic himself but not hopeless; he did not currently know or remember anyone from his family. He knew he had to have had one, of course, however given the state of his mind there was literally nothing that he could associate as a legacy to himself. Not even his loyalty to the Queen. What legacy would that leave him? Not that much had happened, perhaps. It was a short moment of sadness. Fun and glory could have been had most likely.

But Zuqetta brought up an interesting point. His brow furrowed, however. Either he was not amused or perhaps something was displeasing him with that statement. What was wrong with his way of doing things? If he could not manage to take away somebody's ship then he would have lost but naturally if he had the strength to do so there was no reason that he could not go ahead and just take it away from a weaker creature.

That was the law of things, right?

"I do not know any way. I have no memory. The only thing I know is that if I can do something, there is no reason I shouldn't do it."

One could call it a natural order. There were the strong and the weak. It was hard to make a difference between the two of them but the former would usually be gifted ever since their birth or earn their strength through hard work. The weak were everyone else. But even a collective effort from weaklings could make for something greater which was dangerous. A single person's ideals were iconic to that one person. When it came to a horde of weaklings, every single one of them could potentially have different thoughts and beliefs. That would result in a mess, to be short with words. So, it was only fair that the strong had every right to stomp the weak.

There was nothing more to say. Nasu was probably ready to just head off and then again, so did the others intend to just part ways at that point. Well. It was an awkward moment, probably. He did not know how he managed to meet such strange people all the time thus far, but now when he finally prepared himself to take off and leave, he suddenly perceived the brat's voice again. How boring. Did they not just go over that a short moment not even a minute ago?

"I begin to feel like you dropped a few gears on your way here."

There was probably no reason or connection for this conversation to even happen. This kid was looking for beef, she probably had the same problem most of their species did: the insatiable need to battle. Nasu, too, possessed this one bit but that was one he could not find a proper way to release.

"Nasu."

He turned around and soon enough he began to question again what this kid was on about. But he could notice one thing, with his senses, that Zuqetta's energy began to skyrocket. Just as he had guessed earlier, she was hiding her true strength. There was very little chance to hide the truth with that behavior of hers, so he was not too surprised but a little impressed with himself for noticing that much.

"You can. Take the throne. But as I said, you or many others would get punted. Not by me or others contesting over a fancy chair. I do not care about leading these idiots. It is because people who lack even the ability to pick up a fight with their own words or actions would hardly last a day as a monarch. So, by all means, go ahead. If what you seek is a fight, I am here. But I will say, speaking up like a brat is not a good opener. You go ahead and just hit them. Words can be ignored or dismissed. A kick in the face works."

By now all of his attention was directed towards his new opponent. He left himself wide and ready to receive her attack if she had the guts to do it. But something suggested him she would do it; she was either a kid with too much time on her hands or a more dangerous foe than he had anticipated.

"Do not waste my time."

The one thing that did in fact surprise Nasu was not her strength in the end but in reality her response itself did the trick of confusing him for a brief moment. What was this brat even about? At first he was willing to at least see a fight through or even a conversation as proven earlier, but most of those expectations were spent all at once. How bizarre. He thought she would have attacked him.

"What?"

He did not recall trying to annoy her but perhaps that was what one could get from most of it, while he was actually trying to teach her how he actually viewed the entire matter of 'picking up a fight'. Talking about it, if not asking even, was strange to him. If you wanted to fight someone, pull the first punch. If they accepted, good, else whatever. Depending on one's mood, the person could react in many ways such as pressing on or giving up. He would have probably given up in a scenario like that. There was no point in fighting someone that was not riled up to the occasion, it would have completely ruined the experience.

She proceeded to completely agreeing with the rest of his earlier statements before she departed. Strange. While yes, she did not attack him, she still recognized what she said and acknowledged it and that she would do just that next time. Perhaps it was not the same thing but he still felt like it was kind of controversial. He did not mind and honestly he would be ready to fight whenever, but he could not deny the confusion in his head. She did not give an actual reason beyond just that, so he doubted she had more important things to do.

"She lost more than just a few gears."

He said to himself before he just turned away and once more he was on his way. First destination was finding a ship, of course. Little did he know that he would of course stumble upon his very spaceship by coincidence almost.