Post by Tarro on Aug 23, 2022 5:05:26 GMT -5
Tarro was on his way home. It’d been a couple of months since he’d settled into Earth. The planet’s atmosphere still rubbed him the wrong way, but it was alright. The people were kind, which was a double-edged sword, but he got to experience how not every conversation had to turn into an argument or a brawl. It showed him that the Saiyan people were indeed special in their own way, but they were no brutes, just passionate people expressing what they think through what they feel most passionate about; kicking ass.
His thought trail was broken by the beeping of his scouter. A transmission had been made.
“Let’s see what this is about.”
The young warrior played the message and slightly frowned. It was an alert that enemy forces were descending upon the planet. Robots were falling onto the surface of Plant. An elaborate attack by the Changeling Lord or the Tuffles? It wasn’t clear yet, but it requested everyone who was off-world to return to Plant.
He didn’t think about it twice.
His pod had gotten repaired from a mechanic he’d met in Central City. He was bright, that man. One he’d recommend to his fellow Saiyans and future comrades, no doubt.
Tarro dragged his pod outside to the open and hopped inside, when another transmission arrived.
“This is a follow-up to the last announcement. This is no enemy attack. I repeat, this is no enemy attack. Zuqetta claims to be of royal descent and has issued a challenge with the King. Those still wishing to partake in the decision of a new leader may return. This is a crucial point in Saiyan history.”
The leader of the Saiyans…
A tile he’d long longed for.
If he was in the throne, he’d bring equality to the Saiyans, no matter skin color, power, ability, intelligence, disability, or anything in between.
None of it mattered in the face of the big picture. Plus, he’d been victim to hardship for the sole fact of being birthed with lower power than the Elites, even though his topped that of every other low-class baby. He sympathized with the low class. He was certain some had undergone even worse conditions than him, but that was exactly why they had to stand together. Together, they were a strong pillar that could not be moved.
Tarro hopped inside his space pod and shot to space. The transport changed its direction towards his home planet, his next destination.
His thought trail was broken by the beeping of his scouter. A transmission had been made.
“Let’s see what this is about.”
The young warrior played the message and slightly frowned. It was an alert that enemy forces were descending upon the planet. Robots were falling onto the surface of Plant. An elaborate attack by the Changeling Lord or the Tuffles? It wasn’t clear yet, but it requested everyone who was off-world to return to Plant.
He didn’t think about it twice.
His pod had gotten repaired from a mechanic he’d met in Central City. He was bright, that man. One he’d recommend to his fellow Saiyans and future comrades, no doubt.
Tarro dragged his pod outside to the open and hopped inside, when another transmission arrived.
“This is a follow-up to the last announcement. This is no enemy attack. I repeat, this is no enemy attack. Zuqetta claims to be of royal descent and has issued a challenge with the King. Those still wishing to partake in the decision of a new leader may return. This is a crucial point in Saiyan history.”
The leader of the Saiyans…
A tile he’d long longed for.
If he was in the throne, he’d bring equality to the Saiyans, no matter skin color, power, ability, intelligence, disability, or anything in between.
None of it mattered in the face of the big picture. Plus, he’d been victim to hardship for the sole fact of being birthed with lower power than the Elites, even though his topped that of every other low-class baby. He sympathized with the low class. He was certain some had undergone even worse conditions than him, but that was exactly why they had to stand together. Together, they were a strong pillar that could not be moved.
Tarro hopped inside his space pod and shot to space. The transport changed its direction towards his home planet, his next destination.
Exiting thread