Fight Night [Open to 2]

She wasn't happy to hear what Sen had to say in regards to Taori and Lottus, but didn't let it show either on her face nor in her demeanor. The two older Saiyans were both their own people, and she had no idea what they might have done either in Sen's past or more recently behind the scenes. She had no right to butt in on the mans personal vendetta against them, and would simply let sleeping dogs lie. But while the man seemed doubtful in what was being said, the fact that he was still more interested in the conversation than in a continued fight was a good sign.

"Who knows-" she'd remark with a small shrug in regards to Sen's question of her species, "-I have always felt a bit more intelligent than my kin, and certainly see things a different way than them." the mood felt a bit more lighthearted, but she dare not take for granted the small allowances she'd gained in this negotiation, "As you can no doubt tell though, that small bit more intelligence hardly matters if this is the best plan I can come up with. It's why I hope to lean on those with far more experience than myself, I hope to learn from others if allowed, and change the way things have been." she'd admit wholeheartedly, struggling only slightly as she brought a hand up to her chest.

Sen had inquired about the difficult path she was set on, one that piqued her curiosity. It had in fact been something she'd thought about for quite the while, even before learning of Sadala's existence. She'd always known Plant wasn't the true home of the Saiyans, but meeting with Calot had taught her more of their home world. It was only after that did she realize how strongly so many of the Sadalan resident felt about their original home. Sen wasn't wrong in his way of thinking, as any Saiyan would usually always rebuttal with the fact that they believed Plant to be their home now, but that was merely because the vast majority believed Sadala to be permanently lost.

Zuqetta would give a light shake of her head before looking up to Sen with a smile. "It has to do again with how simple the Saiyan people are." she'd say with a small chuckle in her words, "They have pride, its a stupid thing that causes nothing but problems, but it's also something easily used to control their decisions. If offered the chance to leave Plant for a new, uninhabited world to call their own, they're too stupid to accept such a lucrative offer. They'd believe they're losing something, even though that something is something their ancestors stole to begin with." she'd explain, "But Planet Sadala, I've talked with so many, and you'd be surprised to hear just how many long for it, even though many of the current generation have no idea what the world was even like, myself included. Through their simple minds though, Sadala is a source of pride for the Saiyans, as I'm sure the home world of any species might be. If reclaimed, the Saiyans would see that as a greater victory than any-"

Zuqetta would take a breath, wincing as she struggled back to her feet to continue to address Sen properly. She was smart enough to know that even should her plan succeed, there would be naysayers, and wanted to address that fact immediately. "As for those who refuse; many will heed the word and strength of the one in charge. If I take that throne, plenty of those who stood against my idea will fall in line and follow, as their tradition demands." she'd explain, regretting the next words she'd have to say, "Those who don't... they'll be cut off from the kingdom, and considered enemies. The Arcosians would no longer be dealing with the entire species, but instead with only handfuls of defectors... and the fate of those defectors would be up to the leadership of Plant, the Tuffles, no matter what that fate might be."

She didn't like the idea of cutting off her people, but she knew she was no miracle worker. Despite the fact that she'd managed to negotiate this long with Sen being a miracle of it's own, she knew her abilities weren't on the level to make such dramatic change. She couldn't convince one-hundred percent of her people to follow her, but if cutting off a few meant a future of peace for the majority, then she would bear the weight of that sacrifice. Her expression was pained at the thought, but she would steel herself and return her gaze to Sen with a look of hope.

"So again I ask you, won't you please give me time?" she'd plead, "Even if I can't convince your chancellor, even if the current emperor rejects me, I won't stop. I'll use my own resources, I'll gather those that are willing onto my fleet, and I'll remove them from Plant one way or another. And while I dream of Planet Sadala for my people, if the reality of the situation proves that reclamation an impossibility, then I'll find another uninhabited world to remove them to, all I need is time."

Sen was incredibly skeptical, this made sense all things considered, but Zuqetta wouldn't attempted to merely express dreams and fantasy to persuade him. She was in associate with Mint, a previous member of the Triumverate before the new Arcosian Emperor took over, and had faith that combined with her past association with Azoth, she could at least get her foot in the door if it came to holding discussions with whomever would be leading the Arcosians now.

"If possible, I would deal with them myself, even if it meant the worst." Zuqetta would say with a shake of her head, "If the Tuffles allow this, if they desire it, then once I've moved my people I'll return to help deal with those who remain. But from your words earlier, if you would rather things be handled in house, then I won't intervene." she'd say with a sorrowful tone, "I can't allow the whims of those who remain to dictate the fate of the entire species. I wanna save everyone, I truly do... but I won't think in such a fairy tale manner, those who can't abandon their pride and find a new way of life, will be left to the fate of your choosing, whatever it may be."

Even should she have been the leader of the Saiyans in this very moment, she knew she had no say in what would become of those who remained. Plant was where they lived, but it was not their home; it was the home of the Tuffles, and there was nothing to bargain in exchange for her peoples safety. It was a tough choice, one that caused a great pain in her chest to make; did Taori have to make such decisions? Was something like this an everyday occurrence for him? She couldn't do this alone, and thanked her lucky stars that all she was doing now was negotiating as a mere civilian with a man for a bit of time. Had she been the leader now, her every word could have consequence, and the mere thought of that was enough to give her chills.

"Planet Sadala is an important piece, that's true. Without it, I'm afraid there would be few that would be willing to leave with me. More will come once it's been beaten into them, but the many that remain would be far too disadvantageous for the Arcosians to deal with alone." she'd explain, seeing the logic in Sen's words, "It was on a smaller scale, but I saw Emperor Azoth make use of a machine from his ship which terraformed an asteroid. It was incredible, and he an I spoke at length about finding another world out there to turn into a new home for the Saiyans." she'd begin to tell with a nostalgic expression, "This was before I learned of Planet Sadala, and sadly... as you might be aware, Azoth met his end when he tried to defend Hatchi from Taori." she'd say sorrowfully before looking up to Sen with a serious expression, "That said... Azoth's capital ship, the Freezing Horizon. I have it, and the device he used." she'd admit, "I won't lie though, I have no idea how to use it, and I hoped to speak with the new Arcosian Emperor about it."

She felt hesitant to tell Sen about the device, she knew very well that there would be many who would try to steal such a thing. At the same time however, the fact that such a thing was held on Azoth's ship made her wonder just how common such a thing might have been. While unique and otherworldly to her, perhaps it was a common commodity for the Arcosians; after all, Azoth explained that the device he held was for making small outposts in space, so surely it was common, and something of larger scale was certain to exist.

"It's hard to say whether I trust them, I was associated with Azoth and am in association with Mint of the previous Triumverate, but don't even know who the current emperor is or how he feels about Saiyans." She'd admit plainly, but the determination didn't leave her eyes, "But I have no choice, if I'm to take my people from Plant then as you said, I'll need help. I will trust them, and any other who offers to help." she'd say firmly, holding her balled up fist before her and staring contemplatively, "How can I hope to lead? How can I hope to change things, if I allow my people to remain isolated and suspicious? What is a society to another, without trust?"

She thought of the council she'd hoped to make, which by itself already seemed like a monumental task. Most Saiyans sought to do everything by themselves, and worse yet, let their pride get in the way when it came to being involved with anyone, even their own kind. She knew claiming the throne may have to be done in the traditional manner, but once leadership was claimed, the establishment of a council may no longer have been a mere dream. Still, it was better to keep her focus in the here and now lest she lose her way yet again.

As far as she could tell, the man's energy had stabilized; his manner of speech had also become less aggressive and sharp, and he seemed far more approachable that earlier. Had her attempts at negotiation been successful? It was too soon to say for sure, but from the sounds of things it seemed like the conversation was set to come to a close one way or another. With the charred bits of skin cracking and flaking away entirely now it would be none too soon, luckily it seemed the man hadn't noticed, his investment in the conversation being of more importance.

"Trust me, I intend to have an audience with the Emperor as soon as possible." she'd say with a small laugh, "If my association with two of the previous leaders doesn't get my foot in the door, I'm hoping my associates on Konats will give a little weight to my name. I'm confident that if I can just sit down with him in conversation, we can make this work!" she'd say confidently, her impression being that people would always desire an outcome with the least casualty. Her interpretation of people was still immature at its core, but by the sacrifices she was will to make it was clear she'd changed a great deal from the child she was a couple years ago.

The man had brought up Taori once again, something that gave Zuqetta heavy feeling, it seemed like this would be a feeling she harbored for a good while yet. "I've actually already fought him." she'd say in a slightly disappointed manner. She was hesitant to explain the specifics of the fight, but to refrain would be to make a hypocrite of herself when it came to establishing trust. "We were evenly matched, until he revealed his true power... as I was, I was no match for it." she'd admit, taking a deep breath before raising her gaze to Sen, giving him a serious expression, "Then he threatened my friends, my family, he threatened what would come if I failed to defeat him, if I failed to meet his strength... I'm sure it was only a test, or at least... that's what I want to believe. Back then though, I had no way of knowing, and... anger... overwhelmed me." she didn't like admitting her inability to control herself, how very stereotypical of a Saiyan, but to reinforce Sen's confidence in her abilities, he needed to know the truth, "At the end of that fight, his words helped me acquire a terrible power, one I'm sure the Tuffles are all too familiar with at this point. That said, while I failed to defeat him then, I'm certain I could defeat him now... if he's even the ruling power by the time I try."

Finally, Zuqetta could breathe a true sigh of relief, though even now she'd do so subtly. Though his words were harsh and still rather violent, Sen seemed to accept her words well enough; if not to a degree that could be considered trust, at least to a degree that he'd cease his violent actions for the day. This was more than enough for Zuqetta, and marked the first successful negotiation she'd ever had. To say it was a moment of pride for her was to speak mildly of it, this would be a turning point for the way she approached things in the future as she brimmed with a newfound confidence.

"Worrying for a Saiyan? Considered me honored." she'd respond with a small chuckle, ceasing her jokes immediately so as to not push her luck, "I'll do well to hone my skills so such a day will never come. Be it my power, knowledge, or leadership skills, I'll continue to improve and will one day get my people off this planet as promised, you have my word." she'd say, giving Sen a grateful smile before the man would take off into the air and leave the area.

Her word may not have seemed like much to him, and her past betrayals certainly would have shown that it wasn't much to others, but Zuqetta refused to be the person she was in the past. And though successful in negotiations with the Tuffle man, she wouldn't allow this success to go to her head. Her past had proven to her the how well snakes could hide their ulterior motives. She'd remain on guard, and would learn from this experience; kicking off from the ground and wiping away the burnt flakes from her arms, it was time for her to return to the city.

"Maybe I should setup robotic sentries?" she'd ponder aloud, before decidedly dismissing the thought, "No, first things first-" with that, she would depart, intent to speak of her intentions for the throne with those she knew, and those she believed should know.