For the first time in his entire life (that he knew about) Durian found himself within the Saiyan capital. Being among so many Saiyans made Durian realize that he kind of had a kind of Saiyan look about him, aside from the whole being short part. Was he a Saiyan? Bael seemed to think that he was a Tuffle, but Durian knew as much about them as he did Saiyans. Until recently he didn't even know what either a Saiyan or Tuffle even was. The boy was raised by wolves and isolated from the conflicts that had gripped the rest of the planet.
He had little reason to ever question his identity, but now he wanted to know. But how was he to find out? Did they have tests for this sort of thing? If they did then the people in the big house were the ones who'd know. The armed guards let the boy know that whatever this place was, it was damn important.
Walking through the front gate was easy enough. The guards out front watching gave him some odd looks, but didn't do anything to stop his way. Inside security was much tighter, and Durian became afraid of taking any sort of risks. He tried to play things cool, but his nerves would pretty clear to see. He wiped away the sweat from his brow before approaching some sort of reception area. He plopped his arm down on the desk, before taking one of his nails and slicing into his skin.
A small pool of blood began to form on his arm. "Test? Saiyan test. Please."