Two Ends of the Spectrum [Cato]

A Saiyan who didn't think her strength was inherent, and instead recognized that it took hard work and dedication to grow? That was actually a first, for Celerous. The handful of other Saiyans he'd met all thought that the warrior race was naturally stronger, and that they were just like that from birth. And to be fair, in some cases, that was probably true. But some went as far as to believe that they deserved their power because they'd been born with it. That it made them better than those weaker than them, somehow.

Cato didn't seem to be that way. She chastised Earthlings, particularly city folk, for being weak, yet seemed humble all the same. She was willing to admit she wasn't born strong, and was even willing to divulge that she'd lost her fair share of fights. If not for her tail and battle armor, Celerous wouldn't have taken her for a Saiyan. She almost, in a few ways, seemed more like an Earthling.

He decided to keep that thought to himself though. He doubted Cato would appreciate the sentiment.

She seemed to agree with him about changing clothes, which was a relief. Celerous didn't exactly want to be the kind of guy who told women what they could or couldn't wear, but he didn't want to cause a panic because an alien warrior walked into a very Earthling diner. Thankfully, Cato's own foresight meant that he didn't have to argue with her. She was more than reasonable enough to accommodate his request.

She took off at lightning speeds, leaving Celerous to ponder her words about sneaking around. Sneak around for what? Then the answer came to him: she was an undocumented alien on an alien world. Of course she was being cautious; he'd probably do the same if he were on Plant. Especially if the Kingdom had a very harsh policy of restrictions against powerful individuals. So he was content to leave the comment be.

While he waited, Celerous resumed his meditation, legs crossed in the air with his palms laying flat on his knees. But he found it hard to focus. Some part of him just demanded that he take action; that he move, fight, work, or do something. It was like his blood just wouldn't let him sit still. So, with a sigh, the farmer gave up on the endeavor.

Just in time too. He could feel Cato's power approaching once more. He uncrossed his legs, and opened his eyes to-

"Wow."

It was the best he could get out at the moment. Cato had flown back wearing traditional Earthling garb, something that was clearly oriental in nature. And... well, it really looked good on her. Celerous hadn't been blind to the fact that Cato was pretty, obviously, but he hadn't expected the Saiyan warrior to look this pretty. Unfortunately, she seemed less in comfortable in the qipao than she did in her battle armor. Cel felt a little bad about that. He'd have to make sure she knew that he appreciated the sacrifice.

"You look... beautiful," the words left him before he could reconsider them, "not that you weren't before, don't get me wrong, but... wow. Where, um, where'd you get the dress from?"

He had to actually avert his eyes, lest he stare.