Post by Tarro on Jan 4, 2023 8:23:53 GMT -5
Power Level: 20,100
Items: Armor lining, scouter
The wind blew against his face and dragged his hair along. Tarro sat picking his teeth with a straw, gazing at the saibabeasts that roamed the land. They were much different from the animals he slayed in his time on Earth. The main difference was their alien look and their above-average power level. The citizens of Earth's four main metropolises could not survive in this planet's wilderness, as even some of theirs die in the depths of the Saiba pits.
The saiyan tapped his scouter's transmitter, sharing his coordinates through the army's commonly-used frequency and to a certain someone. It'd been a while since they'd met last, and word had gone around about her many successes, warranting her fame amongst their people. From a mere low-class squadmate of his that narrowly avoided death to someone that outdid him in recognition amongst their people. It wasn't for him to say, but, from an outsider's perspective, she had come a long way. It was still hard to believe the Jagaimo was the same hopeless girl, with guts nonetheless, that he'd met a year ago.
"We've ought to catch up. I want to hear all about your travels, and I shall tell you about mine," was the message he left for her in her voicemail.
Tarro sat on a trunk with his arms stretched behind him before a campfire. He'd just finished eating a saibaman whole. He'd cooked its brains and ate them separately from the saiba's thighs, guts, and back. The cleaning process of the guts was, admittedly, awful, since he had to cut them open and let the saiba's acid, their main weapon, to seep out until the last drop. He watched the liquid warily. The ground beneath had melted in seconds of coming in contact with it. He did not want to be anywhere near that. Alas, when it came to cooking the guts and eating them? Man, had that been a feast.
The weathered fighter sat, his hunger sated and awaiting people's arrival.