Picking Up the Pieces (OPEN)

An unfortunate series of events.

That could basically be described as his time on Plant this far. Not only did his spaceship crash, which honestly was pretty much all he needed to call this trip a failure, but he also lost his newfound friend. Somehow. He just disappeared and popped out of reality, as far as his senses could tell back then. The man could only describe it as 'demon business', but now he was basically left in a very awkward situation. First his vessel had to somehow be repaired, which he could probably afford, but secondly he had actually been sparing his zeni for a change.

So, right now he probably had to hope the palace would still have his change of clothes from when he was memoryless and lived his days there for most of the time. But he did not even know what happened to Plant, Sadala or Hatchi therefore he was basically clueless to all. Right now he yet displayed the classy Namekian style, with the long crimson half-top and obsidian pants. Not a 'bad' combination if not for the pointy, wooden shoes that made him feel silly now that he was not surrounded by people dressed alike.

So, since he was still a little hesitant to show up in Hatchi looking like that, he decided to first check out Sadala and find himself his own change. Or anything similar that he could mold into that image, he doubted he would find his actual set, therefore he was prepared to improvising himself as a tailor. Anyhow, though, once he finally made it to Sadala, he saw traces and signs of combat. Peculiar and somehow awkward, did he miss something?

Not that these guys did not fight all the time but he found most of its soldiers were actually intelligent and not barbarians unlike what he had been led to believe since time immemorial. He began scanning the place and located the most 'damaged' district, by then, his senses could pick up on a remarkable aura. With no hesitation, he made his way down from the skies and greeted them as if it was nothing.

The high power level joker had arrived, with a weak smile and absolutely ignorant of recent events. The man stood tall, a lot taller than most Saiyans, and yet dressed in clothing from another culture and without an ounce of care for authority or any other stressful or code. He sensed a big energy and decided to try and catch up with the news he had obviously missed.

"Hello. I do not want to disturb either of you, but I have been away for a while so I was looking forward to questioning any one of you. To be truthful among us, while it would not be the first time I see conflict and destruction in the capital or nearby, this one seems to have hit a lot harder than previous skirmishes."

The initial reaction was not bad. He had expected worse of a reaction and hopefully he would not. He did not quite expect anyone to recognize him either while it was true that he had brawled with the Queen in open grounds without regard months had already passed since then and he did not really show up all that much.

"Months out of the loop if you really want to know specifics."

He followed her gaze back to the older man. Was he some kind of higher up or something? He did not really know anything much about the military honestly. Even his time as an ally to the Queen was quite discrete and honestly devoid of anything much due to whatever void he was at the time, but even now that he stood he already felt much different than the way he would have reacted with other Saiyans around him.

In no way, that is. In that case he really didn't feel anything else against his own kin anymore, while he could have been somewhat 'on alert' around one before.

"Oh, if you want to..."

She interrupted him and began her explanation. He wanted to tell her she could just go and take her break, he did not really need to disturb her in particular. He just picked her out of the flock for her larger aura. Briefly he looked at the stance but only some moments later it kicked in: an attack against the Tuffles. Oh shit. He really did miss out. He looked back with a shocked expression, somewhat hoping it did not go through.

"Wait! You said they did not destroy the place or kill?"

He questioned this much, but nevertheless he did not find anything else other than relief in this little statement. Still it did not ease his guilt in failing to be there after having made a promise. He was going to eat one extra tacos tonight to fill the disappointment in his heart.

Nasu watched her move rubble as if it was nothing. She was probably a fighter worth noting alike others she found before amongst the rest of their kin. But he let one finger rest against the bottom line of his cheek. How could he explain where he had been? It was extremely weird to word to a stranger.

"You talked about the Arcosians, right? But I thought Azoth had turned them over or something, do you know anything about that?"

So he tried to basically walk around the question and just responded to her with another question no less! Truly a smart move. But nevertheless he nodded, while he would have offered help with the restoration services, he really needed to understand what the Saiyans stood for before lending them any kind of help. But he could anticipate some level of revenge against the Arcosians already. There was no way the Saiyans would just forget about it.

"Not sure about an audience with those guys. I mean, I could use seeing if they still have my old clothes in the palace but either way I can probably find someone who can tailor me something more appropriate."

The man had no real reason to deny lunch, even if he was not sure whether or not there was any for him. But well, he could probably learn more if he just followed nice and quiet instead of asking every single Saiyan he met.

"Ask me anything! Oh, I am Nasu, by the way. First question... or third, actually. What's for lunch?"

While his expression did not fit the goofy part as much as his current attire did, he had definitely become a little more easygoing now that he had come to terms with his own problems.