Post by Cato on Jun 29, 2023 21:42:43 GMT -5
THE HEADACHE TO END ALL HEADACHES
| Cato's PL: 110,000 |
If Cato had ever dared to dream about ascending to become a legendary Super Saiyan, she probably would have envisioned herself as some great conqueror or noble hero, standing at the top of a crowd of adoring fans and eager followers. She could practically taste the glory she would have expected, and there was no reason she should have ever thought that the day after that transformation would be any different.| Cato's PL: 110,000 |
Well, it was. Nobody ever mentioned the price for becoming legendary was to have the mother of all headaches.
She lay with her forehead nearly planted into the top of the wooden table of some hole-in-the-wall cantina on the far edge of the Radditsu District. A simple melody played over a pair of salvaged Earthling speakers in one corner, and there was a dull roar of chatter from the various occupied seats. For a Saiyan bar, it was fairly quiet--fairly relaxed. But to Cato, the place was almost unbearably noisy. If she had even a lick of talent in the kitchen, she might have stayed home today--but she was in dire need of protein, caffeine, and distraction.
The first five cups of coffee hadn't done anything for her headache, but she figured that maybe six or seven would turn out to be her winning number. Two full plates of fried meats hadn't done anything about it either, and neither did the disgusting green smoothie the bartender had suggested, even with the addition of a shot of alcohol, which he had claimed was 'the secret ingredient.' No, nothing at all seemed capable of saving her from her plight. It was almost enough to make her wish she hadn't ascended at all in the first place.
It didn't help that her entire body seemed to protest anytime she tried to so much as move an arm.
She hadn't seen Vocado since the fight. At least, not that she remembered. She figured one of them had probably hauled the other out of the Crags at some point, but she couldn't remember if she was the one doing the hauling or not. She had the distinct impression that she had walked out of the fight the worse of the two of them, even if she had secured some sort of victory. A victory against an opponent who had called off the fight, at least. It wasn't the kind of victory that made the hangover of the ages worth it.
"Can you get me something else?" she asked the bartender, from across the room. "Some... I don't know. Don't Earthlings drink whiskey and tea to cure headaches? Maybe I can try some of that..."
She tipped her mug back, gulping down the contents until there was nothing left. She placed the cup down as gently as she could, and then indicated to it.
"... and another coffee. Thank you..."
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