The Tree's Ungrateful Life

Kamae was adjusting numbers when Ban finally spoke up, the saiba-man having been watching his back this whole time. The demon paused mid key stroke as if struck by many thoughts at once. It was a rather silly question but then again... Ban probably couldn't tell what was happening on a more, magical field. So the demon rose up from his work before turning to Ban and then following his pointed direction towards the magma fields. Again, to Kamae that seemed like a rather silly question to ask but he wouldn't state this.

"Because the magma fields of Namek are home to a subspecies or perhaps a cult. Whatever you wish to call them, known as the Mazoku clan. This individuals have deluded their lands with dark magics for so long that not only does life barely grow there... its also a magma field. Sustained life would be difficult beyond some already dark magic mutated creatures. There is also something there that I cannot possible begin to describe accurately without diving into information that very might simply go over your head."

Kamae then went back to inputting his data, his attention adverted but his focus honed nonetheless.

"The tree needs life to grow as we discussed. Plus if we attacked the Mazoku tribe directly, they are much more vengeful than say the normal namekian. They would seek revenge and possibly find a way to do so. The peaceful tribes of namek will simply turn the other cheek, proclaiming we are banned from here which is... not something I care to much about given I wont be returning."

Kamae would then move to another machine while he continued to set things up.

"Mind you, where we are is as remote as possible, the only few houses here are probably elderly or a few younglings. Once things begin to heat up, they will flee. If not then that is their problem, not mine. I am doing this to get the job done, not sit here for days waiting for the tree to finish."

Kamae stated, looking to the horizon as he did so, but continuing to type. He was speaking telepathically with his clone, typing in data, and also explaining things to Ban. A clear sign of how focused Kamae could be and the level of intelligence he could possess if one could tell such a thing.

"I won't pretend to understand your reservations. I am not an empathic person or one who possesses a moral compass that hampers my ability to get results. But If you do not wish to participate... then simply say so. While I am... hesitant to lose an aid. People are going to die, I warned you of this multiple times. I applaud your ability to see the bigger picture but your reservations will only get us killed."

Kamae had noticed his insistence on no lose of life, and making a judgement had come to believe Saiba-ban was not willing to hurt anyone if they were going to try to destroy the tree.

"I am simply stating this as a fact, not as a judgmental statement. I will do this alone if I must. But I have worked for thousands of years for this dream to come true. Now I stand at the precipice of victory. I want nothing... and I mean NOTHING to stand between me and that which is rightfully mine."

Kamae was passionate about this project, pouring hours upon hours into it. He had even altered the tree to suit Ban's desire for money. He didn't need to alter the tree, but he had done so to give the man something to want. If money wasn't going to push him into it, then Kamae could not push the issue. He didn't dislike Ban, nor did he blame him. But the idea of someone possibly ruining his project made the scientist feel like his feathers were ruffled so to speak.

"I mean this completely as a snakes associate and an ally. But I ask that when the fighting starts, you do not hesitate because for the first little bit of the fight, I won't be able to defend myself. I cannot use the sankishin while it is in transit to our location. I will be defenseless."

Kamae turned to Ban then, eyes narrowed as his serpent slit iris rested on the Saiba-man. He was trusting Ban as an ally, which was already a huge risk in of itself to Kamae. He trusted no one, and even trusting one person to not mess up something was a vast feat for him. It was a very difficult thing to place his fate in to someone else's hands and especially one as reserved as Ban. How did he know he wouldn't simply run away?

Kamae watched Ban as he stated about the dragon clan not doing something about the tree. That wasn't what Kamae had been referencing, but rather that the Mazoku might go to earth to strike back against them while the Dragon clan would simply defend their home before moving on with their lives. He placed a hand on his hip while he watched Ban speak, carefully measuring the mans words as he spoke. Though he had a point about the saiyans and the tuffle war, it was clear that Ban had seen enough to be sick of it.

"I didn't mean the Dragon clan won't defend themselves, I meant they won't follow us to earth for revenge. The warrior caste might get a bit ruffled and stay ruffled for a while... but for the most part? They are simply just like the dragon clan. Peaceful mongrels. The Mazoku would potentially be a threat back on earth."

Kamae stated before returning to his work, only to suddenly split into two different people. The demon multiplying by two and the other Kamae going to fiddle with another machine, which started to hum as Kamae's current device began to glow brightly.

"Once this is over, you and Derry can do with the money as you see fit. Throw it at charities or reconstruction efforts, or hell flush it down the toilet. Matters little to me."

Kamae would finally finish the device before patting the top of the console and rolling his shoulders. Having flesh, even if it was just a flesh vessel was painful. Muscles grew tired, heart rates increased and energy was burned. He hated having a body, but he also craved one. He desired a proper vessel for his soul to rest in... But that was for another time.

"So Ban... I'm curious. Why is it you are the only Saiba-man I've seen running around talking and being as strong as you are."

Kamae asked, eyes turning to Ban once more. The studying of his species had been rather dull, savage creatures really. But Ban was the exception to that rule as most were. Proof they could be domesticated or brought to civilization if given enough intelligence. Unless Ban was simply a mutant of some sorts.

"I studied your species for a little while, but found them to be lacking in... well forgive me but lacking in the intelligence department. Not referencing you in that study obviously."

Not wanting to offend, Kamae stated the last bit to clarify he wasn't calling Ban stupid by any sense of the word. He was only curious as to how one could possibly become a sentient individual while the rest were as mindless as beasts...

Kamae watched as Ban came to understand but the question he posed was... unexpected. Kamae had no intentions of leaving the dirty snakes yet... but he had thought about it at some points. When did he stop working with the snakes, when they were no longer beneficial? He did not believe in allies, in trusting companions, it was just not in his nature. Even when Ban proclaimed he would protect Kamae, the demon was already prepared for betrayal, for the inevitable turn. That was how the universe worked, how sentient beings worked. When one thing didn't benefit their own beliefs or needs... betrayal or disconnection with said thing was unavoidable. Even parasites that were single minded or simple celled things worked like that. It was the law of nature.

"No, I have no intentions of leaving the Snakes yet. The key word is yet. The Snakes are beneficial to me as I am to them. I will add them so long as their goals align with my own. I seek to better myself and so doing, I benefit the snakes. Every experiment I do, once finished is given to the snakes. They fund me to produce things, and I do. Where and what I learn is then turned into results for them. So long as that continues, I will be apart of it."

Kamae stated, looking at the hole in the ground once more. Never before had someone cared to hear what Kamae had to say, and Derry had listened to him rant on that night. It was... nice to have someone to listen to him. But Kamae was no fool, Derry didn't run a charity so he had to always be useful. The same thing for Derry applied, if Kamae felt that the snakes were no longer beneficial he would move on. Climb into a different nest and use that.

"As for your species, perhaps one day I can get a blood sample and we can find a way to replicate that effect. Would be nice to have more of... well you."

Kamae stated in a polite as possible manner. He was trying to be as friendly as one could be given his arrogance and pride. The Dirty Snakes were allies, and potentially enemies in the future, but civilized conversation was nice.

"Though I doubt the saiyans will tolerate another sentient and intelligent species on their world... Just look at the tuffles. Conquered because two nations couldn't co-exist. A whole planet and they needed it all."

Kamae stated before shrugging and shaking his head. But he supposed if it was compared to a galactic empire, having a potential enemy on the boarder was like asking to be back doored when things got heated.

"I'd wager it awake a dormant gene in your body when you hit your head. Like a flight or fight response. I imagine you were afraid during your injury and as such the body probably compensated by changing the chemical make up inside you. That probably woke it up."

Kamae stated matter of fact, placing a finger to his chin while he thought about it. It wasn't uncommon for things like that to happen, and species on many planets could rapidly change their body chemistry and probably even their genetic make up. It wasn't unheard of, and it could be replicated someday. But that was for Ban to decide on. Kamae wouldn't make that call as he had no interest nor reason to do so unless it benefitted him.

Kamae listened to Ban speak, but said nothing more on it. The guy was probably not inclined to sit there and talk about his head injury more. Though he could potentially find the answers later when he took a blood test from Ban. As the demon paced about the machinery, examining things and getting them ready, he was drawn to more questions. He eventually found a problem that needed fixing before crouching down to begin fiddling with it.

"Perhaps you were, and perhaps we both were in different situations. What do you think of Derry? Whats said between us stays between us."

Kamae's eyes trailed back to Ban for a moment to measure his reaction before returning to work.

"I like the man frankly, smart, capable and not as judgmental about people as some I have come across. While I do not envy the man's position, I am curious how you feel about him."

As the demon fixed some wiring, a spark would erupt from the insides of the machine causing him to wince before returning to work. He wasn't trying to stir up trouble though he supposed it might seem like it.

"I am simply curious is all as well. I mean no harm in asking, just wanting to see how other snakes feel about our leader is all."

Kamae clarified, trying to not step on toes. As he had been trying to do this whole time, he was trying to avoid ruffling Ban's feathers anymore than this operation had already done.

Kamae listened to ban speak and simply nodded his head in agreement. The two of them were of a like mind when it came to Derry, though the demon was always paranoid of betrayal. He could tell that Derry was not a fool, he was very much aware of the interests of those under him, but he also knew to let the leash go a little bit longer so that they didn't rebel. He was also very keenly aware that Derry was not some fool who would let Kamae get his body without knowing that the demon wouldn't just turn on him. No one was that open minded about their employees who were clearly murderers, con artists and most likely sociopaths.

"I agree, though I find myself suspicious of his willingness to allow me to do this job."

Kamae stated, going back to work on the machine by typing on it. It was a mundane task to help his mind focus.

"Most people lack the conviction to go after what they want if it hurts someone else... Derry has proven he is willing to do that... but why let us attack another world for our own gains?"

Kamae asked outloud, not really towards Ban but the general question for himself. The man was the president, and secretly a criminal mob boss. Sure Kamae was not openly associating himself with the dirty Snakes but this could potentially lead to something bad happening.

"While I appreciate it, I find myself... hesitating on the reasoning of letting us do this. I've spent eight thousand years trying to get this to work... and now suddenly I have the backing of a powerful ally who is willing to let me destroy an ecosystem for my own gains. True we are working for the money... But why allow me to gain so much power so quickly without a back up plan?"

Kamae wasn't planning on betraying the snakes, but why would Derry take that risk? Why would he trust an eight thousand year old demon who wanted to return to being a god? Who is that forgiving to someone who is clearly very much a bad person? In truth... it frightened Kamae to consider Derry just waiting back on earth to betray him...