An Important Sort of Meeting Jan 12, 2023 19:21:39 GMT -5
Post by King Taori on Jan 12, 2023 19:21:39 GMT -5
|TAORI'S PL: 80,000 | ALPINIA'S PL: 2,000|
|ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: None|
There was certainly a lot that Taori had missed in his time being a prisoner on a forgotten, ancient, cursed planet, although he was beginning to feel like he was catching up a bit, at the very least. Amara had apparently taken up the throne in his absence, and, well, if it had to have gone to anybody, she seemed to him like one of the more reasonable options available. He trusted Vocado for the most part, but his longtime friend did have something of a hotheadedness issue. Amara was level, and, most importantly, didn't want to exterminate all the Tuffles from existence. Taori was certainly glad to learn another war hadn't been declared on Plant's other inhabitants during his time away.
Things weren't exactly going perfectly well, though. Details were still scarce, but from what he and Alpinia had gathered, a rogue Saiyan by the name of Tarro had taken matters into his own hands and tried to wipe Hatchi City from the map. Luckily, he had been stopped by Kingdom and Tuffle forces alike, but there were two words about the battle that Taori couldn't seem to escape:
"Do you think it's true?" Alpinia asked him as they waited in the castle for Amara, who from what they had heard, would be returning any moment. Taori could only shrug.
"Who knows? ...Well, Amara probably does. I don't know, though," Taori replied. Vocado had thought of Taori as a Super Saiyan before he went MIA, and Taori didn't think there was anything too particularly super about himself. He was far from the strongest, smartest, or even bravest fighter in Sadala. But this time, it was everyone talking about the return of the legend, not just a close admirer of Taori's.
"Let's hope she doesn't take too long, then," Alpinia stated, sighing as she twiddled her thumbs. "I'm anxious about all this."
"Me too, Alps," Taori replied eyeing the clock up on the wall in the hallway where they stood waiting. The guards at the front who were still mostly friendly with Taori promised they'd send word to Amara that they were waiting for her inside near the throne room, but who knew how long they might have to wait regardless? "Me too."