Despacitaori

Even a very brief stay on Plant was enough to make it clear to Cato that she wasn't liable to be treated as anything special by the lower class warriors, at least until she had made pains to prove herself. The nobility, on the other hand -- that was still up in the air. Certainly, she expected they would be as aloof as the rest of the Saiyans she had encountered on her trip to the capital. But she had a claim to press, and she wasn't content to let it go until she had taken it to the top -- and the top, as far as she could tell, was the Saiyan King himself.

She entered the palace with no pomp or circumstance, receiving only a warning from one of the guards to mind her manners well. Someone of her standing, she was informed, should take care to know her place and to not speak out of turn. She thanked him, knowing well enough not to try to debate him on the point. She did as she was told, at least to begin: she waited her turn to present her petition, and avoided those Saiyans who appeared to be of higher standing than her supposed station.

When the doors did open for her, she marched forward to present her claim -- to the King, or at least she thought. It could have been a councilor of some sort, or even a royal guard. Whatever the matter, she wasn't in a mood to waste time on any further pleasantries.

"Uh, salutations--erm, greetings and -- good tidings," she stumbled over her words, rethinking her formal approach about a half dozen times in her head, before her sentence even made it out. "My name is Cato of the House..." she paused, before correcting herself. "-- of a House. Of unknown name and origin. I've been gone from the Plant for over twenty years or so, and I was hoping to -- reclaim my family's ancestral mantle."

She felt her cheeks flush red, as the ridiculousness of the claim finally dawned on her. "... You know. If it isn't too much trouble..."