The Next Chapter (Open)

    Ruco had found himself, against his better judgement, in the Saiyan capital and away from where he usually secluded himself away from it all. His stomach groaned as loudly as the guttural noise escaping his mouth as he looked around shaking his head.

    He was mostly speaking into the air, but the few he was passing by shot him a dirty look that he paid little attention do, shoving his hands into the pocket of his pants. By now word had come around that there were some from off world, some Tuffle, and a few Saiyans doing their best impression of Saiyan diplomacy, aka glares and threats, off in what he considered the middle of no where. He didn't actually know much of what was going on, and it wasn't as if he would have showed up if he did or he'd be there now, but it was distraction enough for those that did.

    His eyes locked on to a figure like a scouter, focusing in more curiously at the fact there looked to be some Saiyans following them than anything. They didn't exactly seem like much of a threat, and he realized by the time he stopped he was just as obvious following behind as the other Saiyans were following whoever this orange-haired guy was, especially given where they were all standing. There were more than a few dead-ends similar to this around the capital, showing off the great but somewhat short-sighted architecture of the Saiyan people, and the loud sigh would have signaled he was standing there after a few seconds.

    Pointing to his head to mimic where a scouter would have been as he heavily shook he head towards them. His ability to sense this guys energy wasn't as precise as a scouter would have been, but it was pretty clearly it wouldn't have been much of a fight if one started.

    There was a mixture of feelings about the situation, and it didn't become any simpler as the clearly desperate Saiyans attacked when they were the ones now backed into a corner. This wasn't exactly going to be any sort of a fight, and quite frankly he could sympathize with what these guys were going through, so he wasn't going to slap their teeth out of their mouth just because he could. A bit of a good scare and these cowards would have gone running with their tails between their legs instead of around their waists, but it seemed the stranger had other ideas.

    His sympathy only extended so far however, and he wasn't interested enough to play hero for these guys. There was a fine line between desperate and stupid, and they could have tried leaving instead of attacking, so maybe a few extra bruises would make them think twice when they eventually woke up. He wasn't quite as keen to beat them senseless and did little more than sidestep one of them attacking him then move to sidestep the other way for the second, tripping him so he would fall over into his friend and knock them both to the ground. They weren't exactly quick or strong comparatively speaking, so his hands slipped right back into his pockets, making it known he wasn't even bothered enough to actually try. Unfortunately the third had dragged enough behind that the stranger came after him too, causing Ruco's eye to twitch slightly.

    Turning around slowly he shot the other two a look with wide eyes then looked back towards the one they were trying to corner to begin with. He was standing to the side so he could see them all, but still staring towards the Saiyans.

    He scoffed at bit at the man's comments, starring daggers at the only two Saiyans still left standing all the same. There was no intention of chasing them or attacking them, but he wanted to make sure they both knew despite his momentary mercy he wasn't going to let them attack him a second time. Slowly looking to the other man, his eyes narrowed as he rolled his shoulders.

    His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily out of them in a bit of a laugh, shaking his head some.

    Turning around he stared daggers at them once more, giving them a stare that meant whatever they were gonna do they better do it quickly, as it patience was running thin. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he threw his arms up in the air and yelled out at the two Saiyans running off.

    Slapping his palm against his face he shook his head heavily and crossed his arms.

    Shrugging his shoulders, he didn't think much of the idea of sensing powers himself. Not like it was typical necessarily, but he had done it since he was young so it was more second nature than a neat trick at this point.

    This guy sure did come prepared with assumptions and questions, and he wasn't keen on standing around here truthfully, but it wasn't as if he really had anything better to do. He was here more for the sake of boredom than anything else to start with.

    Apparently this guy just showed up five minutes ago with no idea what was going on and not a clue about anything Plant had been going through. He was so used to people showing up from planets he had never even heard of and knowing more news than he did.

    Looking to the sky he raised his hand to cover his face some and sighed. The city didn't seem near as bad as the guy was making it out to be talking about smog, but it definitely had a haze he didn't much care for, and a smell that even if it wasn't terrible annoyed him just as much.

    Despite what he had said, his disdain for Taori was growing more obvious the more he talked, to the point he had to stop talking as he was really working himself up. Even going so far as to turn towards the captial and spit on the ground, kicking a bit of dirt over it after.