Pursla had little time to do anything but grunt in response as she kept up a careful balance of speed and safety for her passenger, the Citrujin's blatant compliments passing over her head. It wasn't like being called much besides strong mattered to most Saiyans anyway. Pursla wasn't most Saiyans, but the concept of flirting still eluded her. The police patrol that had been tailing Yurei couldn't really keep up with a small Oozaru bounding across the rugged terrain, and it didn't take long to lose them entirely in the thick brush and rocky spires of the center wastes. Pursla came to a halt, allowing Yurei to climb off before she loosened her form, shrinking back down with a sigh. "I don't think I'll ever quite get fully used to that feeling..." She murmured aloud, stretching a bit. Being molded like putty and having her fur stretched to great lengths before losing slack again wasn't exactly comfortable. "We are safe now, I think." The hybrid sniffed, sitting cross-legged upon the ground and staring up at the foliage above them. "Where will you go now? It seems that you are also not wanted in Saiyan city. Maybe Tuffle will take you in?"
He calmly shook his head in sadness. For a moment he felt like an unwanted child and lifted his legs up and hugged his knees close to his face.
"I'm wanted everywhere I go... This whole planet wants to capture me."
Then he had thought about something, perhaps it would work if she would be okay with it. A small smile had shown on his face as he looked up at her.
"You have saved me... like two times now. and I know I can't repay you enough..."
He looked to the sky with a sparkle in his eye.
"I could stay with you and I won't be trouble. I uh, don't mean inside your home. I could live outside if you're okay with that. I never had a friend before and um."
He'd scratch the back of his head.
"You saving my life back there.. well, they would most likely add you as a fugitive and if we stuck together we could work together and protect one another. The saiyan army is big in size and going at them alone isn't a good choice."
Yurei would know from experience after all. If she didn't agree to it however, Yurei was use to living on his own. He just got tired of being alone all the time....
Pursla's face scrunched up a bit, confused. "What have you done that makes so many people seek you? From out meeting you didn't seem too bad, but there is usually reason to accompany such a search. And if you are no longer welcome upon this planet and seek civilization again, would it not be best to seek a ship?" The hybrid wasn't very knowledgeable about planets outside of plant, but she knew plenty contained lots of life. That's where all the Aliens had to be coming from in the first place, right? "Think not much of the saving. I appreciate you helping me out of the caves as well." Though Yurei then proposed something odd: "You wish to live around the wilds? I currently do not have a set home. If you wish you can stay in my general territory, but most survival must be done by your own hand. Such is the way. I could visit from time to time, but living together would be dangerously for many reasons." Least of which was increased incentive for Saiba predators to try and make a move, let alone another factor: "You cannot hide your power. You would need to be somewhere very secluded in order to stay hidden."
she had asked about finding a ship and she even asked what he had done to warrant such attention. He sighed to himself and shook his head.
"I was framed for the murder of a council member. A witness had supposively seen me running away from the crime scene. I didn't do the crime but the system didn't care. So I decided to escape because I believed it wasn't fair..."
He looked away for a brief second.
"I am willing to teach you how to fly, in exchange maybe you can teach me how to hide my power level."
He stood up to his feet and smiled.
"How about it huh? You scratch my back and I scratch yours?"
He placed his hands on his hips and if it was agreed upon, he would bring his hand forward to shake hers. He looked at her with a smile and then he started to gather some wood nearby and set a blaze to them, starting a fire. He sat back down and kept warm.
"I don't believe I got your name? My name is Yurei."
He tried playing it smooth as he laid on his back and looked up at the night sky.
"If your a saiyan, how come you aren't apart of the army?"
Pursla didn't have a reason to distrust what Yurei was saying, yet the thought of him being a full murderer? It was a lot to take in at once. To her, murder was killing motivated solely by selfish gain. It was enemy to the tenets of hunting, a form of killing where one does it to survive - no more. "Teach?" Her musings were interrupted by an offer of equivalent exchange. "I do not know if I can teach. Part of the reason why I can hide my power very well... is that it naturally has an odd rhythm to it." Sensing and scouters were not attuned to it whatsoever, and therefore it made it rare easy to appear 'invisible' to them. "I can give effort but can not say for sure if you will see results of it." Pursla murmured, tracing circles in the dirt below as a partial distraction.
Nobody had ever really asked to learn anything from her before, so the feeling of knowing something important that another person didn't was all too new. "But I am not needing my back scratched?" The girl said with an obvious tinge of confusion. "If you are requiring help you can rub against the bark of tree, it soothes such itches quite well." She looked at his outstretched hand blankly for a moment before moving to stiffly shake it, mimicking the action she'd seen performed before. "I am called Pursla." Another question came forth, the hybrid ready with an answer: "Why would I be involved with them? This wilds have been home for many years now."
He'd clench his fist tightly and stood to his feet. Even though he was willing and eager at the moment, his wound still needed to heal and he had collapsed to the ground and closed his eyes.
"Hehe, maybe tomorrow will be better."
She also didn't get the expression that scratching another persons back was just that. It didn't mean literally. He had let out a chuckle and looked up at her.
"Its just an expression, it doesn't really mean to scratch ones back. It's more like a favor. You do me a favor and I do you a favor."
He had then thought about her situation, carefully looking at her and her clothes, he has never met someone from the wild before. Anyone who was from the streets or slums in the towns didn't have gear like she did. They had the common clothes and not armor like she had on. Could she have stolen those items or were they given to her? As he thought about it, he became more tired than before and finally let out a yawn and closed his eyes.
"We can work on training tomorrow. My injuries need to heal up if i'm going to teach you how to fly."
After that being said he had fallen asleep and knocked out for the night.
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