Post by Captain Kabe on Dec 11, 2022 21:07:22 GMT -5
Three days. Three nights.
That was how long Bee had been wandering the endless dales and plateaus of Namek's surface in search of his longtime friend (from his perspective), Pankaa. He'd run away from his clone-dad, Kabe, seeking comfort and escape as he grappled with some very strange and funny feelings that bubbled up into anger and hunger. And that hunger was unceasing.
It had not been twenty four hours before Bee felt his stomach begin to grumble in the dead hours of twilight. Walking past some buildings in the expanse of Namek, his keen instincts kicked in and he caught a whiff of some food nearby. Scuttling along to the source of the scent, he had found a building. A sign on the front read Zhalla's Home Along the Little Laneway Abroad, but Bee wasn't understand what that meant. All he knew was that he could smell food on the inside.
Desperate with hunger, his insectoid jaws had chewed through the lock, acidic saliva dripping and melting through the metal lid to get to the food beneath. When he was hungry for too long, the powers that welled within his iron stomach began to leak out in force, sizzling and corroding anything he could break down with his teeth. Sliding inside he crept silently along until he found himself stuffing his face from the hamper within.
For three nights, after a long day of wandering he had returned to the strange place to stuff himself full on the newly replenished store of whatever food he could find in the hamper. On the third night, he had ventured into the kitchen too- only to narrowly escape the sight of whoever lived inside as he heard them stepping out to discover the source of the noise. He'd vanished into the Namekian skyline, but he'd left behind...
"Footprints." Kabe groaned, his scouter highlighting the half-insectoid, half-booted prints that ran through the verdant blue hills of Maima, converging from multiple trails back toward a building in the distance. "Oh, Bee." Kabe mumbled, wondering what trouble his younger self was getting up to. More and more, he was beginning to see him as his child. Even if he was also, technically, himself. As he approached, his scouter did not pick up the signatures inside, as it was switched to focus on Bee's signature.
Before scouting the area for signs, he thought it best to politely knock on the door. His mind seemed to occlude the detail of the sign above the entrance, spelling out the name of his once-enemy cousin. He was in for a surprise.