Saiyan Warriors

Plenty looked, some whispered even. A few probably recalled Nasu’s last time here as well, given he was about to get into a fight but he dismissed it somehow by just talking with the stranger, in the end of course he had no revealed his true aura until recently and now that he did, sadly a lot of people were staring at him when he did not quite appreciate that kind of attention in any case, usually. Amongst them all however, resided a higher power that he noticed with his mind and approached even on his own first, once his figure became clear to him, there were those that called him Death itself for some reason, however Nasu named him differently.

“Vocado.”

Yes, he figured out that it was him, he could pretty much tell that it had been far too long but he would remember the day a mercenary nearly tried to shoot him in the head with whatever that was, a sniper rifle? Anyhow, he had less cause of concern from being bothered by Vocado therefore he did not mind one bit, of course by now he did not really feel the need to suppress his aura any longer given he had already kind of pulled the trigger.

“Yeah, it has been a while. I do not think I have ever thanked you for helping out with that sniper back then. I trust you have been well.”

He could tell this man had also done some growing since last time they saw, he felt immensely more powerful but it was nearly for granted, so many of the people he met a year ago had grown strong in one way or another and now of course he believed there was some due catching up. His idea of a first topic for conversation did not quite expect that whole ordeal with Rosemary, he was curious people even actually remembered him for it at this point; not that he cared, of course, he knew he had to deal with the fact that he was not in control for months but also thankful that in the end even his participation did not amount to much.

“No need to thank me for anything, after all my contribution was close to nothing. You could say that I worked for her, even though things were quite hectic in reality. No matter however, it is history now. But say, you are the royal advisor now? How has the throne been? Last I saw it there were three challengers going for it. I considered battling too just for the sake of it at the time, but figured I could as well move on given the fact I do not actually care for the crown.”

Nasu followed Vocado without much hesitation, he saw it as quite a friendly meeting for the moment. Besides, he could probably give him some insight on Plant that he could actually figure out on his own; for example, the very question he asked him had him quite confused.

“No, I do not work under anyone. I have been a free spirit for a while now. Who is this Fukushu, however? It does not sound like you get along with him.”

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Total WC: 1,243

Vocado was quite impressive, honestly.

Nasu for one did not have any kind of standing or really positive interaction with really anything remotely close to the Empire, the crown or whatever not. Outside of all the opinions on the Vegetan Saiyans, he believed that Vocado at least seemed interested in the well being of his Empire rather than much more primitive Saiyans out there, in a way, he believed at least Vocado to be a warrior true; one that fought for what he believed and spat blood for, in that there was nothing but respect to be gained, even if Nasu had been in truth on the opposing side for the past year.

“I am prone to agree. Planet Plant needs to be a stable world if we wish to thrive.”

He did not care much whether he had an official title or not. Nasu did not really have one himself, he believed. He was more like ‘Rosemary’s first soldier’, back when he was possessed. Of course there was also something in his mind that was noteworthy. Amara was the Queen now? He did not exactly hear word about what happened after he left, but apparently she was the victor of the contest. An interesting scenario, mother and daughter both leaders of the planet’s factions. He believed this could potentially be an advantage, but of course, he had no idea about Amara.

He never met her officially, nor did he even talk with her.

“I trust she will do fine, honestly. She had good ideas at least, of course the problem is executing them.”

After following Vocado, the man found himself in a dusty old tavern. Honestly it was not an unfamiliar sight, he believed he regularly visited some of them when he served as a Knight mostly because they were cheap and usually treated them well being the protectors of the kingdom. Certainly, however, he was a little curious as to how this place was pretty much dead. Perhaps there was too much competition as of late or not nearly enough people visited anymore?

“How would it turn out like this? Is the outpost not doing as well as it did with the war being over?”

Of course his attention completely ignored anything else related to this place when he introduced this Fukushu as an individual seeking to destroy Hatchi, his orbs pretty much became smaller at that point, with a nerve being touched somewhat.

“What?”

Nasu stayed still for a few moments before realizing that Vocado had offered him a chair and pretty much sat there almost immediately after, leaning forward onto the table, quite curious from what Vocado had to say about this guy. He did not blame him for thinking this would ruin everything, he knew Saiyans just as well as Vocado did; honestly, a feeling of unease now lingered in him, unsure of how he was meant to respond at first. The man took his own shot of liquor, a heavy and wretched one at that, but it boiled his spirits even further.

“You do not even have to ask. Of course I am not going to allow any of this. It would ruin everything I strive for, but to be frank just the attempt alone is going to put Tuffles on edge again, and then we will probably have another cold war or something worse.”

He set the glass down, and waited for Vocado before he poured himself some more. Nasu was extremely firm in his speech, if anything he was full of conviction. The very reason he agreed to help restore Sadala was to make amends after all the years of war, having all that be made irrelevant by some people excited to do war was upsetting him.

“I have been wishing for unity on Plant ever since I have arrived in this galaxy. I will fight through piss and mud to see that dream come true, even if it kills me.”

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Total WC: 1,904

He did not really know much about Plant’s politics or whatever else, so he did not even know what Amara had been up to. Nevertheless, she was Cheri’s daughter so he felt like he could probably rest easy, while he did not think much of royal blood, even if technically he possessed it as well (theoretically speaking, at least, on his planet he was royalty), the man decided to mostly rely on the gut feeling that Amara would have inherited the good characteristics off her mother when it came to leadership.

“We will see. I do not have much of a say on who gets it, only because I often travel off this world to test myself against stronger opponents, so there is no way I am all that up to speed. I admit I have joined challenges, to test the challenger and myself, but that is about it.”

Vocado was not wrong that of course dying would not often get results, but it was simply a part of Nasu: conviction. A piece of what he once was; a paladin bound by duty that in the end fought much like a warrior, enthralled by the very thing he believed in, now of course there was not much of that but that still remained within him, alive and well.

“Yes, of course. You definitely have my approval on all of that. I am sure some planets would have a tough time keeping up with someone like that.”

Earth was probably covered given the strange amount of control that had suddenly been placed, unless of course this mercenary had a way in, but he could not say the same thing about Namek. Last time a lot of people from different worlds happened to join in but things had calmed down, so it was a matter of luck whether there would be enough people to defend it or not against someone that could just gather men as easily as that.

“You can count on me. I also have a friend from Earth, he is not as powerful but I feel like every number matters in this case. I am usually a lone wolf, so I fear I can not do much with whatever little time we have to gather significant forces. If you may bring some Saiyans, that would most likely make the hit on the relations between us and the Tuffles weaker and I would appreciate it. It would be meaningless to waste what little we have achieved so far because of this accident.”

He blinked a little when he heard the second name. Lottus? Was that not the youth he had met by the lake?

“Lottus, you say. Well. I feel like I can picture why he would adhere to this. I know his story and all. I recognize that he is a threat the way he is, but he is not a weapon that can be wielded. I told him that precise statement already. I would not be surprised if he could possibly even lash out on his ally Fukushu given an appropriate reason.”

That was a curious idea, of course he was not exactly the crafty type, so he did not know what to make of it. But in any case he did not even know a lot about this Heran, therefore his next question would be obvious.

“What can you tell me about Fukushu? In what way does he fight? What are his reasons?”

Simple questions but they were very important to him; collecting knowledge was essential.

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Total WC: 2,495

Vocado was very fair in his statement to be careful with whom one would associate themselves with, even if by far Nasu did not quite find himself in any kind of doubts when it came to the tigerman. He believed him to be quite genuine, especially knowing his kind of story and the things he put himself through the years, nevertheless he nodded in any case and decided to further encourage the notion.

“He used to be a hermit on the planet, used to kill thugs and bandits that passed by his sacred land. In any case, he is the kind of person that would get himself killed if he met someone like Fukushu if the latter is powerful enough. I doubt there is much to worry about with him.”

Of course Nasu was also curious if that one statement was not perhaps born out of personal experience, did somebody he trusted fall with Fukushu into this folly? Of course he knew about Lottus now, but he did not honestly know whether the two even knew each other. Oh wait, he did actually. He did say Vocado claimed Lottus could be used as a weapon. Well, again, much like he told him, he was a double edged weapon at best. He did not know this Fukushu but Lottus could be dangerous if he had grown any much stronger given his unpredictability.

“Ah, literally just a warmonger.”

He said, somewhat disappointed of course. Nasu had met the likes of Kamae from up close and while of course nothing changed when it came to the man’s final decision to pursue him should he attempt any other questionable actions, he could still somewhat see a sense in the things he did. But to rule and that was it? Yeah, definitely one kind of person that this one Saiyan did not enjoy.

“It could have helped but it will not break the deal whether we know how he fights or not. We are Saiyans, we adapt as we go, there is not much of an option left if not to go with the flow at this point.”

While useful, he doubted knowing where they would strike from could potentially do much. Maybe Cheri could set up some barricades or defenses but a dread filled him knowing there would be some bureaucracy right around the corner that would make that alone a difficult task, nevertheless he had full intention to reach out and make sure something would be ready for them. Nasu stood up, he had not touched the liquor much after the first few shots and for now pretty much let Vocado handle it from there.

“Yeah, best if we get to work. For the Earthling, it should be fine. If you have trouble contacting Cheri, send me those schematics and I will hand them to her.”

He did not know whether or not Vocado knew that Nasu worked on a project with the Tuffles to restore Sadala, but it was likely not important since he was pretty much losing himself to the alcohol, he doubted he would focus on that, and then he handed him a little chip. Some kind of signature device that he could use to register a frequency on his scouter or any other thing they could use to communicate.

“Hit me up with that. I do not usually use those, but scouters should make communication much easier than telepathy. Let me know if you have news, otherwise I will be watching over Hatchi until the attack.”

And then he would head off into the distance, leaving the tavern behind with this new thought that now filled his mind.

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Total WC: 3,105