"Maybe, but you can't really know for sure until after they're born. I'm not expert of genetics, but I do have some experience in the field. After all Mazoku really are just mutated Namekians, so it's something that we think about. During the developmental phase of any living being, certain aspects of ancestors are passed over, while others are retained. But we don't really get to make that choice: it's random. Maybe you inherit all that your father wanted, and maybe other parts are lost. Let me ask you a question: If your father had a button that would instantly kill all passion you have for acting and arts, but would make you better at your job do you think he would press it? Would you be okay with that?"
Gandigan didn't really want to go on like this for too much longer. His knowledge of genetics was limited, and he would likely make a fool of himself if he tried to continue. It was time for him to go, as he was needed on Namek. "Anyway, I believe I should be leaving now. I have been away from Namek for too long, and I miss it more with each passing second. Good luck with your business deal; I'm sure you'll find a way to get it done." Gandigan gave a slight bow towards Gelus, before leaving the abode.
The Namekian indicated that it was time for him to depart, but he left the Arcosian with another question before they parted ways. If his father could kill his passion for the theater and cinema instantly with the press of a button, but make him better at his current job, would he allow the man to press it? It wasn't a question he expected, but then again, Gandigan was not the kind of Namekian Gelus expected either. The question normally would be a resounding yes. If he were better at his job, he wouldn't be stuck here on Earth spinning his wheels, making progress towards his father's goal in inches while others were free to seek wealth and power ahead of him. However, he considered how he felt after a long day when he finally returned home, popped in his favorite action movie, and unwound with his favorite drink and a bowl of popcorn. He wondered if this ritual of unwinding at the end of the day was what led him to even get this far to begin with. He had been running at all cylinders since arriving on the planet, not taking a moment to enjoy those simple pleasures he was used to. As he noticed the Mazoku warrior bow slightly to him before turning to leave his abode, Gelus stood and gave the man a respectful bow in return, with his hand to his chest. "My thanks for the stimulating conversation, Mr. Gandigan. I wish you luck with all of your endeavors. Until we meet again." As the Arcosian watched the Namekian leave, he finished off nearly the last half of his drink, leaving only a small amount in the bottom.
"Hm. What an interesting fellow. Too smart for his own good. I bet he'll be one to keep an eye on, though. Especially if i'll be doing business with Planet Namek. The kind of man on the path he's on, he'll reach the summit one day soon. When that day comes, I think we'd be better off as friends rather than enemies." Finishing the last of the cognac in his glass as he lingered on the final thought the Namekian left him with, Gelus set the empty vessel on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. Clearing his throat, he addressed the robotic servant sitting on its charging station. "Servant, clear my calendar for the next four months. I'll be going to Namek." Letting out a series of beeps in response, the Servant spoke through its speaker.
"What do you wish for me to tell Mrs. Frost, Mr. Sleet, and Ms. Snow? You have meetings planned with them during that period." Gelus had nearly forgotten. He knew he had a meeting with someone, but he did not expect to have to cancel so many, especially with the members of Earth's so-called "Ice Mafia." He especially loathed to disappoint Ms. Snow. She was beautiful and quite wealthy indeed. She'd be a perfect bride if she weren't an Earthling. No matter how rich, father would never allow it. He addressed his servant confidently as he spoke on his plan to smooth this sleight over.
"Send one of those ancient Namekian puzzle boxes to Mrs. Frost, with a sincere letter of apology. My opposition research suggests that she has something of a fetish for Namekian culture. For Mr. Sleet... the man likes fine liquor based on what i've learned. Thankfully, I share his enthusiasm. Send him one of the Snowberry 995's with a letter as well. Father had that whiskey bottled when I was born. Only six bottles of its kind, and i've already broken into one. The display of sentimentality and wealth will win him over. As for the beautiful Ms. Alabastra Snow, fine Konatsian chocolates and an assorted bouquet of exotic, colorful flowers, as well as a letter informing her I will need to reschedule our long-awaited meeting, and that I look forward to seeing her in person." With a smirk, Gelus walked out of the massage parlor and into the main lobby of his villa. He knew there was a reason he had his job. The Arcosian businessman was quite adept at both research in the library and on the fly, and it made him perfect for diplomacy. He frowned, however, when he saw Mr. Chills. The man was quite drunk at the bar, having another of the robot servants pour him another glass of wine. The top shelf stuff. If, after all of this, he didn't have the man's support, he might just have to kill the CEO and make it look like an accident with one of the local Kaijus. Approaching the man, Gelus bowed respectfully. "I trust we're enjoying ourselves?" Seeing his host, Mr. Chills made a series of drunken, slurred noises of approval. "Have you given much thought to my proposition?"
From out of his pack, Gelus produced a contract pledging Mr. Chills and his company's full support, setting it on the bar next to him. After making another series of drunken slurs, some of which sounded like they were meant to be words implying he and Gelus were brothers of the soul, Mr. Chills finally signed his name after Gelus held his hand steady. Some time later, as the two set off back towards civilization, the Arcosian felt a sense of satisfaction. He had found a wealth of information here, and had secured the support of a member of the Ice Mafia to boot. Soon, very soon, he would have everything he needed to take over his Arctic Ice Inc. 'I hope you're ready, Mr. Froz... you should have known, the most dangerous enemies always come from within.'
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