You Ain't No Friend Of Mine...

“How much?!”

It had been a few days since chaos had reigned in the pit and she’d managed to escape battered, bruised but in one piece. It was a bit hazy in parts, she remembered being arrested…well beaten unconscious was a more apt term…and waking up in a cold cell somewhere that she assumed must have been underground due to the natural rock used in the walls. It could have been just a cave but that was still underground as far as she was concerned. Turns out speaking out against the Arcosian leadership and inciting others to her way of thinking wasn’t looked upon too kindly by the authorities once word got round. Overconfidence in her own abilities and a cheap shot to the back of the head was apparently all it took to take her down far quicker than she had hoped.

She remembered being let out of her cell by some strange little creature that then proceeded to bathe the prison space in Blutz waves…because why not in such a confined space. Jagaimo had managed to contain her energies and stop herself from shifting completely but things after that turned to shit. There had been another Saiyan there, one she thought looked familiar from her time here on Arcose but she couldn’t place him. He’d tried to prevent the other prisoners and her from escaping. They’d fought and each had given as good as they got but in the end the collapsing tunnels had separated them and whatever had flooded their minds with the violent urges to kill had faded away till it was just their own urges once more. Jagaimo had fled, breaking her way to the surface and putting as much distance between her and that place as she could so quickly. With luck no one would even know she was there to begin with, with so many dead and missing in the tunnels it would be a job to identify anyone accurately anyway…

Even so the young fighter had been cautious returning to Kuriza City to gather supplies for her journey home. She very doubted she was at the top of Arcose’s most wanted but all it took was one person in law enforcement to recognise her and things could become very complicated again. But a few days wasn’t going to hurt and she still needed to find more Saiyan’s to speak with…she didn’t want her plan to be a complete bust but staying on Arcose now probably wasn’t the best of decisions even if no one was really going to remember her. She needed to move on if she was going to find others to call on in the future.

So here she was, haggling with a merchant about the price of dried food supplies, which apparently were far more expensive than back home, given…one, food on Plant was always plentiful despite the climate and two…almost everything here was imported from one place or another around the Empire. Jagaimo was shaking her head in disbelief as the traders voice rose to match hers and it took her moment to realise they had practically been shouting at each other. The young Saiyan shook her head and held up a hand in defeat, figuring it was easier to just buy the supplies rather than try to argue about them and draw attention to herself. I mean she had just technically broken out of prison even if no one would likely ever know about it. Were you still an escapee if no one knew about it?

The Zeni changed hands swiftly once the merchant figured out he had won this little contest between them, and it surprised her when he didn’t immediately try and hike the prices up to prove his point. She wasn’t attempting to be intimidating, in fact quite the opposite, with her power hidden and pushed down to a point where even the merchant appeared stronger than her but she noticed he didn’t hold her gaze for long. Maybe he saw something there she’d never noticed before. Whatever it was it didn’t matter too much right now and she’d have plenty of time to dwell on it when she was back in her pod leaving Arcosian space, what mattered now was making the most of her time left on the world before she was cleared for departure in a few days.

Jagaimo was stuffing her most recent purchase into the bag she had slung over one shoulder when she looked down the street, eyes catching sight of a black mane of hair, a distinct style for sure, and out of place really on this world. There were few species that had hair like that and it piqued her interest to see them moving through the crowds of people, traders shouting trying to get everyone to part with their hard won Zeni in their stores or at their stalls instead of a competitor. The young girl pushed her way through the throngs and moved closer, trying to get a better look at this other person…she was sure it was another Saiyan, but she couldn’t put her finger on why she would think that automatically. She needed a closer look…after her last run in with a Saiyan on this world she wanted to make sure there were no Military insignia or hints that this stranger might actually be working for the Arcosians…luck had to lean her way once on this trip at least…