A Hard Day's Work (Open)

    And for every hard working fighter or farmer, there happened to be a man who traversed the fine line between the two with a steady step. The man of that title today just so happening to be the four-eyed frontman of Diono's, Dion. Fighter by circumstance and bartender by trade doubling as restaurant owner in tandem, the young man amidst his return to Earth had been making himself quite the busy body as usual. With most of the time being spent trying to jumpstart his abandoned business on the coast of Papaya Island's sunny shores. Thankfully, most of the housekeeping things in regards to his business were quickly taken care of with little difficulty- the hardest thing having been regaining the property in the first place, and even then that wasn't all that difficult to begin with (There hadn't been any pinning buyers in the near year that he had been gone, surprisingly).

    There remained one thing though that Dion aimed to try and get out of the way. That of which being the matter of finding someone able to supply him with the food goods he'd need to actually make the majority of his menu for his patrons besides everything that had to do with drink. The establishment had made itself known by its bar based products, but the ever ambitious entrepreneur believed focusing on one singular area such as purely alcoholic goods was far too narrow-minded of an approach to take. So, he sought to expand upon his menagerie, in the form of fantastical and fresh new finds and meals that all could come to enjoy.

    Which was why he was now where he was, amongst the quaint atmosphere of the wayside countryside, on the lookout for any prospective field worker or family of farmhands who might be willing to hear the young man out on his proposition. Dion was decently sure he could get one or two takers at the very least- heck, he was pretty sure that one or two would be all that he needed, considering the reputation farmers this far out east had in regards to productivity. He just hoped that it wouldn't take all that long. Dion still had a schedule to keep after all, and Kami forbid he miss out on his return trip back to Plant because he had spent too long trying to get everything in order for a grand reopening of Diono's.

    Thankfully, it appeared as though he wouldn't be waiting all that long, as after an hour or so of traversing the surprisingly empty rural area his self-stated sixth sense began to pick up on not just one, but two sizable energy signatures not all that far off from his own location. Wasting no time, the eager restaurateur blasted off into the sky, zooming through the clouds until he had triangulated on what he was seemingly picking up on.
    
    And what he found slightly confused him, as it appeared as though there was a slight confrontation already occurring before he even had the chance to throw his own hat into the ring. Choosing to observe from a distance for a little while, Dion watched as the two individuals traded seemingly tense words between the two- or at least that's what they looked to be from his perspective. They surely weren't friends or acquaintances, that much was for sure. 

    Seeing as he was still working on a strict timetable at the moment, Dion decided to make himself known a little earlier than what he would have liked, walking his way over to the two whilst waving a single hand in the air, saying, "I hope I'm not intruding on anything important, but if you two would be so kind as to point to who did the fine farming work I've seen so far, that would be pretty great!"

    "A little, uh, zealous, I know, but I've just got a proposition to make is all. A business related one at that."
    
PL: 22,000 - WC: 668 - TWC: 668

The woman, whose name he still didn't know, warned him of... something. Then she set about digging up a rock with her foot, and bouncing it like it was a hacky-sack or something. Celerous was left confused, unaware of what it was she was trying to get at. Then, he felt it: a power larger than any he'd ever felt up close. It was closing in on them, and rather fast at that. Celerous felt his body go rigid, as he looked up at the sky. A small dot of a figure was flying in their direction, and as it came closer, Cel glimpsed upon the figure of a man.

Was he friend? Or foe? Celerous couldn't know for sure.

The woman with the red hair spun on a dime, out of nowhere, and launched the rock in the newcomer's direction. Celerous wasn't sure how to feel about that. On one hand, if this man was a threat, she'd probably just piss him off. On the other, maybe her rock would nail him between the eyes, and send him spiraling to the ground or something. Well... actually, that wasn't likely. If he was this strong, and Celerous could feel that he was, then something like a rock would just break against his skin as if it were nothing.

Suddenly the man was upon them, and Celerous realized he missed whether or not the rock struck him. He held his breath, as he eyed the newcomer... and then let his shoulders sag ever so slightly in relief. The man, dressed casually and not in armor or a Gi, simply asked after the farm. In particular, he was looking for whoever was responsible for the crops, which was Cel himself. The woman interjected before Celerous could answer the question, singling Cel himself out as the farmer, and insisting that he was too strong to be such.

"That's me, the farmer. Call me "Celerous." I don't know about her though," Cel shrugged in the woman's direction, "she hasn't introduced herself to me yet; just made a hole in my new field. What's this proposition of yours?"

Celerous didn't really handle the business aspects of farming, not much anyways. He let Ma do that, while he took care of the physical part of the job. But that didn't mean he was clueless when it came to making deals, or knowing what his crop was worth.

    An amused yet all the more unsure expression bloomed onto the young man's features at the nonchalant attitude the human looking woman seemed to hold toward the business she's so far brought to both of the Saiyans currently present, with Dion getting the feeling that she might as well have been one of their own kin, considering just how interested she seemed to be in getting into a proper scrap.

    Which was interesting, when taking into consideration the woman's lack of power level to back up her talk- upon first sensing, Dion could barely feel any energy coming from her in the first place, and hadn't even been aware of another individual alongside Fark while he was making his way over. But, then again, the mysterious stranger could always be intentionally masking her true strength. Dion was guilty of doing so himself, since being able to mask his own presence to such an extent offered a means to keep a low profile when one was needed, and so he didn't blame Ruby for having learned such a skill herself. Still, it offered the bartender a smidgen of vindication in his own learning of the ability.

    Such a thing was besides the point though, as was the red haired woman's shenanigans as a whole. Ruby was not who he was here for. 

    It was the seemingly well mannered young man that he now shook hands with, a firm grip from the both of them as Fark introduced himself and his interest in the business proposal. A wave of relief coming over the bartender, as getting interest in the first place was half of the battle. 

    "T-that's fantastic to hear! Truth be told, y-you're the first farmer I've been able to find that isn't already providing their services to some other competing brand, aha. A-and quite genteel too! I-I think we'll get along like two peas in a pod-"

    Swallowing the torrent of words that threatened to spill out from the now slightly overzealous Saiyan, Dion cleared his throat, attempting to reassert himself as he continued with a more controlled fervor, stating, "S-sorry, not so used to getting things right on the first try, eheh. But nonetheless, I-I'd be more than willing to discuss further details back on restaurant grounds if you'd like! Our establishment currently is stated on the sunny beaches of Papaya Island, a-and it does double as my living area as well, so I-I'll be sure to help you feel right at home as we get to the nitty gritty!"

    Realizing that the third party in this A and B conversation might have been feeling a little lonely at this point, his softer side started to show, with Dion turning to look at Ruby once more whilst saying, "Er- sorry, again, that's all I needed him for though! If you were looking to get some sort of sparring session in o-or something, be my guest, I guess."

    "Though, I-I think we ought to help Mr. Fark here clean up the crater sized mess here, y-you know.."