House Guest

    "I am blind. I do not stare on purpose."

    Following Zuqetta's failure to recognize the now somewhat obvious fact previously stated by the house owner, Calot was quickly left to wonder whether the young woman in front of him simply failed to look a little closer into his gaze, or if blind people were rarer to come by than he thought. He initially believed his physical affliction would be something quite easy to pinpoint within seconds of interacting with him, but considering the little lady's flustered character at his deadened expression, he supposed he could understand the missed details of his appearance.

    A short but audible snort could be heard uttered from the young man at the lady's remark of the tangible height difference between the two. It was of no great surprise to him- considering his familial ties to both Saiyan and Otherworldly being, there was no doubt he'd have the impressive physicality to match it. Remaining relatively silent though as the other Saiyan continued on, Calot's curiosity continued to reach newer peaks.

    A somewhat displaced Saiyan attempting to get more intel about the Earth around her? What was this, some sort of scout mission before an inevitable worldwide invasion? Calot wouldn't exactly put it past the warrior people, but then again, the last time he caught up on universal politics like that was practically decades ago, so maybe the warrior race had finally learned to temper their aggression? Either way, it was still quite the interesting sight to see.

    Stepping out from his original position directly on the doorstep, however, Calot moved to be directly in front of the newcomer now. Head tilted further in contemplation as he carefully thought on his options. Perhaps an exchange of information would be beneficial to both of them? She did have incredible magical prowess, from what he could glean, so maybe she would be willing to give him the original of such power so that he could take it for himself? All in exchange for some simple tourist-type of tirade back to her.

    Nodding absentmindedly to himself, Calot did his best to soften his intense gaze (it didn't work all that much) as he said to Zuqetta in a polite, even tone of voice, "Your presence here upon this planet, admittedly, intrigues me, Ms. Zuqetta. You are free to indulge in whatever information I may be able to offer to you within my lodgings if you wish."   

    Not wasting any further time, he was still a man of action after all, Calot proceeded to turn on his heel and maunder back into the mansion proper, waiting for Zuqetta to inevitably follow. 

    As she presumably did, Calot would begin his own introduction, stating simply as he guided the two through the main foyer and toward the library portion of the house for the two to talk and discuss within, "To return the favor of introduction, my name is Calot, last son of the Tirisfel clan. If you know anything about the demon realm, perhaps that clan name holds meaning to you- although I heavily doubt it does."

    "What about Earth has piqued your interest so keenly, Ms. Zuqetta?"
    
PL: 24,000 - WC: 533 - TWC: 1253

    Perhaps this was merely an after effect of having been disconnected from greater society for such an abnormal amount of time, but Zuqetta's unique approach toward social interaction confused the normally colder Calot to a certain extent. Had Saiyans always been this inclined toward serene, introductory small talk? From all he heard about the proud warrior people from his deceased mother, Calot believed them to be a race of individuals focused solely on the expansion of their empire's influence and power over the rest of the cosmos. Similar in motivation to the various demon clans that his father had to contend with in his youthful prime. 

    And yet, no such energy radiated from this girl. In fact, if Zuqetta hadn't spoken about her candidacy toward her people's throne, Calot would have never guessed she would be the type to come anywhere near it. But that was one of many things that appeared to be, distinctive about her person. 

    Eyebrows raising at her, although limited, knowledge of the Demon realm, Calot was surprised to hear that she was at all related to someone that was of similar heritage to himself. 

    "To hear yet another has had similar upbringing to myself is, rather fantastical to say the least. It intrigues me that you've found yourself so closely tied to those of the Otherworldly nature," came the low, yet cordial response. He hadn't heard of the Chakkapak clan before, so he assumed it must have been a recent strain of demon that his father never came into contact with during his time rampaging across the under-realms below. 

    His eyes unable to soak in the scenery that she could as the two entered the library, Calot simply nodded, assuming everything was kept in place as it was when he had last seen it nearly two decades ago as he spoke, saying as he began to wander through the corridors of the sanctum sanctorum proper, "Everything is kept in precise, orderly fashion- however, a vast majority of the information kept here may be noted as, obsolete. Much of the supplied readings here are from nearly a decade or two ago, and thus necessitates some form of updating."

    Though, considering his disinterest in the world around him until very recently, there was no wonder as to why he never bothered to "update" his library's readings in the first place.

    "Data pads? I know not of what you speak of, but the indulgence of great writing in one's youth is something familiar at the very least. You come off as someone at least adequately educated." 

    Blunt and straightforward always was Calot. It was the only approach he ever known, and he continued his streak of straightforwardness well into their conversation. He listened thoughtfully to Zuqetta as she explained her reasoning behind wanting more knowledge. Knowledge, in many ways, was power after all, and so the Demon-Saiyan swordsman supposed she was somewhat in the right place.

    "If I recall correctly, all throughout Plant's history, choice of ruler has always been decided purely through trial by combat. I do not recall ever hearing of need of educating oneself in preparation for such trial, nor do I remember ever hearing of any Saiyan interested in doing anything more besides that. You must be fairly young and have laid witness to variable change in Plant's culture to be so vastly different to every other candidate of the throne prior."

    Indeed, her naivety shone through her words and inability to string them together in a way befitting that of a potential throne bearer. He wondered how impulsive this potential decision of hers had been for her to seemingly jump into the fray without any experience whatsoever and without building upon her repertoire before taking her potential seat at the head of such an important position in Plant's hierarchy. 

    It reminded him of his late brother.

    This revelation made Calot stop in his tracks for a moment, contemplation clouding his thoughts as his readily prepped and scathing reality check suddenly became caught in his throat. After a few seconds spent in silence, Calot sighed, turning to "stare" at Zuqetta again, this time with a more calculative expression as he spoke, saying, "Power is more than simply a means to a political end. Power is the language of the universe itself. A language spoken and understood by all who wield it and respect its majesty."

    "To reduce power to a game of thrones is a grievous oversimplification. Politics is but a theater, a stage where mortals play out their fleeting dramas. The power one should seek is not confined to the ephemeral approval of a fickle audience. No, it is the power that courses through the veins of existence itself, a force that binds the very fabric of reality."

    His gaze suddenly becoming further intensified, Calot stood in front of Zuqetta once more, stating in a cold, yet stunningly absolute tone of voice, "If you do wish to change the world as you claim, if you do ache to establish change that wears not with the passage of time, seek not only political power, Ms. Zuqetta. Seek beyond that. Seek power that remains absolute. Power that will give you the ability to force the world around you to bend its will to you."

    Unblinkingly, Calot's grayed out gaze remained on Zuqetta as a simple flick of a wrist brought forth several books from varying shelves all around the two. Piling themselves one on top of the other directly next to Calot, he motioned them over to Zuqetta.

    "These books contain the lineages of Plant royalty as recorded up until at least one or two decades ago. While nothing recent, I am more than sure hearing the stories of older rulers will help illustrate where they succeeded, and more importantly, where they had failed," explained the hybrid as he moved to the center of the library once more, gesturing toward a desk nearby for her to study at.
    
    Part of him wondered if he was at all overly harsh toward the younger girl. But, considering his own frustrations with the fickleness of power, Calot considered it a mercy to tell such to her straight. If no one was to show Zuqetta the difficulty of the path ahead of her, who else but he?

    "I will keep careful watch as you study. If any other needs arise, speak. And when you are satisfied, then I will be the one asking questions of you quite soon."

PL: 24,000 - WC: 1086 - TWC: 2339


    The alluding to the advance of modern society's technological prowess only aimed to remind Calot just how detached he had become from the outside world beyond his family manor's property lines. Yes, there were times where he was forced to at least venture outward into some of the more populated areas of the island proper in order to trade for goods and various upkeep services to be done on his home, but the young man hadn't actually left the island itself ever since the incident that left him orphaned and blind. He found no need to anyways, after all, if everything in his immediate vicinity was all he needed to sustain himself, what need was there to explore any further?

    Besides, it wasn't as though he could not accumulate greater power on his own. In fact, it had been all he was doing in the time between his family's downfall and the present day. But, as Zuqetta continued to pipe on about certain aspects of the life she currently led, the need to adapt to the ever-changing times became glaringly apparent. 

    "Perhaps it's time I paid closer attention to the musings around me ..." muttered Calot as he raised up a singular hand up into the air beside him. Once more flicking his wrist forward, a singular, cushioned throne drifted its way lazily through the air and into the center of the sanctum sanctorum, positioning itself just a few feet away from the company he currently kept. Sitting down, the contemplative logician continued to muse on about his formulating plan of action- the various prospects and opportunities of particular places he now pondered the current circumstances of floating about in his mindscape before a certain detail Zuqetta spoke of immediately tore his attention back toward her.

    "A Super Saiyan you say?"

    Calot's gray eyes seemed to somehow shine with great anticipation at the mention of the old legend.
    
    "Such a thing was only ever of folklore, passed down by ancestors of your, well, our people, for eons. Are you meaning to imply that there have arisen potentially several ascended individuals in our lifetime presently?"

    If such modes toward power now currently existed beyond the realm of simple myth, then Calot's paradigm was bound to shift dramatically for the second time in his life. The actuality and assured tangibility of the Super Saiyan now implied that such greater realms of strength did not only exist but also existed to be theirs for the taking. And with the partially Saiyan blood that ran through his veins, his pathway toward the power that he so desperately sought after for years now became that much more achievable.
    
    His very blood boiled at the thought of attaining such a level of insuperable power. If Zuqetta knew anything at all about who had taken such strength for themselves, or how one could do so themselves, Calot needed to know.

    But Calot also realized the importance of remaining wary. No need to get overzealous over an opportunity that may or may not turn out to be yet another fluke.

    So, instead of "jumping the gun" as one of Zuqetta's type would say, Calot remained calm and composed within his seat, eyes now returning to their even, monotone gaze as Zuqetta expressed the pains of mortality upon her shoulders, replying in that continuously cold, yet serene-like voice, "Nothing is meant to last indefinitely. All that one can do is ensure the foundations that are left in their wake are solidified and unable to be undermined. You'd do well to focus on leaving a civilization self-sufficient enough to last without being coaxed constantly along like a child."

    "Unfortunately, a race like the Saiyans is unlikely to reformulate such core cultural stances in the time of your potential rule. There are means of course to extend such frail limitations, but I would be inclined to believe with your magical disposition that you would have already realized what I mean."

    Yes, there were ways for one to artificially increase their own lifespan for reasons such as these. But it was quite a dangerous undertaking to undergo, and one wrong move would have dire consequences for all individuals involved. Though, Calot was more than sure Zuqetta would have taken notice of such an avenue by now. 
    
    The question was, how willing was she to do it? How far rooted did her ambition truly come?

    Either way, that was something for her to decide, not he. Besides, Calot had more pressing matters to attend to than ponder the mind of a potential queen's position on an extended warranty of life. He was here for information, for answers- and soon enough, Calot was sure that he would have them.

    For now though, the inquiries from Zuqetta continued, and he was unsurprised to note the sudden shock upon her character as she became overwhelmed with the various wreaths of information that now was at her fingertips. As to how Calot had gotten access to such sensitive information, it was quite easy- his father had taken great care into researching the background of the Saiyans long before his planned invasion of the people themselves. But things hadn't gone according to plan, and eventually all the millenniums of keeping tabs on the Saiyan race had gone unused and left to collect dust within the shelves of this semi-emporium of the Tirisfel home. 

    Less inclined to enclose that type of family history to someone he barely knew, however, Calot went for more of a partial truth- stating simply as he remained reclined in his mock throne, "My family held both great ties and interest in the Saiyan people's history. They kept records whenever they could, much of which had been going to waste until your arrival. It is no wonder your records are lacking in detail however- the Saiyans never were for the intricacies of historical context."

    As Zuqetta continued on, Calot remained seated, watching the young woman carefully before she inquired yet again about a different portion of history that had nothing to do with royalty or nobility. Head tilting in minor confusion, Calot stood and made his way back over to the queen-to-be, leaning over her shoulder to read exactly the passage she was questioning about before looking incredulously back at her.
    
    "The planet Sadala refers to the original home world of the Saiyans. Before it became eventually inhabitable by various natural disasters. How come you do not know this? Did your schooling staff fail to be even that competent?"

    Scathing? Perhaps. But it was always genuinely irking to Calot to see just how underrepresented a focus on intellect was within places such as the Saiyan education system. 

    This did beg the question, however.

    "How much do you truly know of the Saiyans, Zuqetta?"
    
PL: 24,000 - WC: 1127 - TWC: 3466

    Reclining back to his standing posture once finished with his re-reading of the near ancient text Zuqetta held in her possession, Calot felt the fluster (which was readily readable, even as a blind man) radiating from the girl's person shift slowly into apparent confusion- something that admittedly amused the taller scholar quite a bit. Magic was quite a flexible means to many ends, and the utilization of it to provide mental images of the words upon the page within his mind's eye was a relatively simple task after much practice and refining. It helped that he wasn't a person born with his physical disability, and so he could actually discern and still understand the letters and words that poured into his head whenever he did use magic to provide mental imagery of whatever piece of parchment he was reading.

    That, however, was a skill he felt need not any explanation into currently. The two of them had much greater things at hand to discuss than what a blind man does to compensate for his disability, and so Calot instead chose to focus heavily on what he believed to be the thing that required the most attention out of all- Zuqetta's knowledge (or lack thereof) of their shared people.

    The things that the mini musing monarch stated to know were, elementary, at best. Such traits about their race were more than likely things known by almost everyone with a reasonable awareness of the warrior race's existence anyways, which was quite alarming to say the least if this was the background knowledge Zuqetta aimed to try and lead an entire planet's worth of Saiyans with.

    Truly, had no one attempted to raise her up in the teachings of proper nobility? Had there truly be no other besides the current company the girl now found herself within that tried to even illuminate her slightly on the historical context and cognizance required to instate an everlasting empire? 

    How utterly droll.

    Hand suddenly clenching into a fist, Calot willed his throne to now be seated directly next to Zuqetta. A bit of a tensed expression upon his brow as he sat down and leaned forward onto the table, hands folding into each other as he "looked" upon the tableful of texts and literature as he said, "Unfortunately, Zuqetta, such preliminary knowledge may not be at all what is minimally required to lead a people into a greater age of glory. However, considering your reasoning for being present here, I understand that you have already fully recognized this fact and intend on remedying it."

    "I am appalled at the fact that there have been no other individuals who have taught you the intricacies behind political mechanism. Do you expect to be able to topple all political opposition through your own means alone? I ask, since until now it appears as though you seemed to expect that if you were to somehow learn every niche detailing of noble rule, that you would then be able to run an entire kingdom on your own."

    Perhaps there were those who both lived and do live that could undertake such a crucial responsibility on their own, but with what Calot has been able to glean about Zuqetta thus far, she did not strike him as one of those individuals. Within a week, if given the opportunity, she likely would find herself in the middle of some riff raff's uprising. 

    No, Zuqetta required more than power in the knowledgeable sense. He wondered how exactly she would gain the manpower to ensure the safety of her rule though. 
    
    Either way, that was a problem for her to decide how to fix- and quickly Calot returned to his monotone, even-minded way of thinking. Raising a singular eyebrow at Zuqetta's lack of comprehension of what had been occurring for the past fifteen minutes or so as he spoke, saying, "Correct. I am a hybrid just as your sister happens to be. My father was the head of a reputable clan before having met my mother on Plant, wherein the two decided to settle on Earth soon after their union."

    "It is no question, then, considering my origin, that I have laid claim to an extensive level of magical prowess. My father ensured that I was taught a strong foundational basis before eventually illustrating to me the greater world of the mystical arts proper. Much of what you have seen of me exalt has some form of magical basis to it. However ..."

    Once more, Calot laid his icy, ardent gaze upon Zuqetta's form. Leaning forward slightly as his gray eyes pulsated with what looked to be magically blue Ki as he asked, "... You happen to have a wreath of magical energy much greater than my own. It is a point of great interest."

    "I ask, Zuqetta- how have you come into possession of such power?"
    
PL: 24,000 - WC: 817 - TWC: 4283

    "If my inclination toward attempting careful eye contact is a bother to you, I can simply avert my gaze."

    While he was by every other parameter a man of heightened intellect and mental faculty, Calot's ability to grasp social cues (especially while blind) was something that he never truly had the opportunity, nor really the interest in, building up until now. Most of his time spent detached from greater society was spent refining both his physical and mystical prowess, and seeing as Ayu and Zuqetta marked the first two people he had actually maintained more than a fleeting conversation with in the last two decades or so, it was no wonder that the solitary swordsman (while having somewhat an inkling of his effect on current company) hadn't a clue of just how fetching his cold exterior could truly be. 

    Not wanting to take away from the conversation, however, Calot was more than willing to change his line of sight elsewhere, moving his sightless eyes to be positioned back toward the piles of text and literature Zuqetta had in front of her as he listened onward to the girl. Only to realize ...

    ... She spoke quite a bit. It was very hard at times to keep up with the pacing of her various stories and anecdotes, as one turn seemingly led directly into some other tale or chronicle that may or may not actually had anything to do with the original point proposed. Certainly, Zuqetta was quite the young queen to be. Her youthful vigor offering an interesting dichotomy between the two of them- His utterly frigid overtone surprisingly finding some form of harmony with her utterly jubilant ambience. 

    Eyebrows raising once more out of greater disbelief at the words he was now hearing, Calot held up a hand for her to pause for a moment before asking in a sincerely incredulous tone, "This, Zriracha, your adoptive demon-realm mother, made a deal with your ancestors nearly two hundred years ago that somehow enabled the magical might that is bestowed upon you to this day? Were there any unbeknownst side effects that came in light of such a deal? Why would your ancestors require such demonic influence in their bloodline in the first place?"

    These words, while mostly spoken out of curiosity, could potentially be interpreted as slight concern for the young woman. Mortals selling their souls to beings beyond their comprehension was an unfortunately not particularly uncommon practice throughout history, and so Calot aimed to see if Zuqetta is in fact harboring the malicious aftereffects of such a condemning deal. He had heard of the potentially catastrophic consequences behind deals made with those of under realm origin, and so he was also partially fascinated by the idea of studying such a resultant up close.

    Shrugging in response to Zuqetta's downplaying of her progress in her magical arts, Calot formed a small ball of Ki within one of his hands, absentmindedly tossing it upwards and catching it as he spoke at length, stating simply, "Alas, mastery of one's craft is forged entirely by one's passage through both trial and inevitable error. Failure is one of existence's greatest and strictest teachers after all."

    His expression flickered for a moment, from the cool, calm, and collected demeanor Calot held so effortlessly to one of great darkness. Anger flashing across his face before the half-Saiyan quickly reclaimed his collected attitude, words restarted once more as he said, "The second most damaging thing one can do to their progression is to deny themselves the satisfaction of having reached that point in the first place. Your proficiency with combining both science and magic, from what I have heard you say, appears to be quite extensive- and considering the conflicting natures of the two areas of expertise, that calls for a certain amount of respect to be given."

    "However, the single most damaging thing one can do to their progression is to believe that they have mastered any bit of it at all. There is always another level to climb, another angle, another means of approaching what one has already approached a dozen times over. Remain studious, and perhaps you will be able to add to your arsenal and make yourself that much closer to attaining true power."

    He himself was still struggling on that part. As of now, it was as though Calot had hit a plateau, and it appeared as though he had done all he could by his lonesome to increase in both strength and mystical ability. Perhaps now was the time to finally utilize the rest of what the cosmos had to offer to him.

    And maybe, just maybe, Zuqetta was the key to maximizing that offer.

    Moving forward with that possibility in mind, Calot continued to allow Zuqetta to speak at length about various training scenarios and escapades she had been on that helped to shape the various facets of her magical ability. Clearly, in spite of her years saying otherwise, Zuqetta had already been through quite a great deal on her own- and that, at the very least, Calot could fully sympathize with. 

    "This, training, of yours- I shall presume it was some form of training, anyways," Calot began, his low, inquisitive tone reverberating deeply as he reclined backwards into his throne, rubbing his chin in a thoughtful manner. "I will also assume that it was your mother, Zriracha, who carried such training out? Is she still involved with your growth as a magics based martial artist?"

    If so, the likelihood of her having something for Calot to learn was quite high. And he was not one to pass up so lightly on the opportunity for greater power. Even if that meant traversing out of his comfort zone and into the great, universal beyond, Calot would do it.

    It was all he had ever wanted to do, anyways.

    Calot continued to listen carefully as the conversation again shifted toward the political structure of Zuqetta's potential reign. Wherein Calot once again showcased his antiquated approach toward more modernized forms of societal norms as he asked, "While a council is fairly common amongst most political systems, do you not have a consort in mind that you would rule alongside? I am more than willing to assume that Plant has kept that tradition alive throughout the years I have been, detached, from their goings-on. And what of your plans with the Tuffles? I would assume with your disposition you would have some formulated plan to attempt peace between the populaces? No matter how unlikely that may be?"

    In spite of her clear worry, Calot did somewhat understand the method behind the youthful madness. While he himself would never indulge the thoughts of commoners telling him what was best for him to do, the young man could see how a carefully selected group of advisors could benefit a more fledgling form of royalty than most. That still begged the question, however.

    "Where do you expect to find these people? As you said, you are eighteen, the scope and variety of individuals trustworthy enough to choose to help decide the fate of the Saiyan empire must be, diminutive."

    "Your motivation is, admirable. Especially for one with such youthful vigor. However, there appears to be much to be settled at the present moment. Do you have a schedule of necessary dates and times for things to be determined? When is the transition of power aimed to happen in the first place?"

    Yes, Calot could at least see some level of potential in Zuqetta's person presently. But the amount of holes still able to be poked by a man whose political knowledge was formally outdated at least two decades ago was, concerning, to say the least. Just how recent was this dream of hers to warrant so many loose ends to be needing ties?

    And just how far could it really go without proper guidance on the path?

PL: 24,000 - WC: 1325 - TWC: 5608

    "You truly are just as incorrigible as he was ..."

    Blinking, Calot quickly registered the implications of the statement he just absentmindedly muttered under his breath. The likeness of Zuqetta's attitude and approach toward matters of great importance once more reminding him somewhat fondly of his bygone little brother. Indeed, the two would have loved each other's company- but that wasn't something he was bound to divulge into any time soon. 

    So, wanting to move quickly away from that point, Calot shook his head for a few seconds, recollecting his frazzled thoughts before returning to the bulk of the conversation being had. He was surprised to note that her mother apparently told her that it was nothing of great concern, the circumstances of the deal having been made that is, and while he would be inclined to believe that, there was really not ever a time where you could fully trust a denizen of the demon realm. Even his own father kept his secrets, so Calot assumed there was much more to that deal than met the eye.

    But, just as the matters of his own family were no one else's to meddle into, neither was this particular part of Zuqetta's family history for him to take apart. Perhaps, if fate designed it to be, the hybrid could take further time to study the matter altogether, but not now. Besides, Calot wanted to refresh his knowledge on demonic pacts and agreements and their varying implications before identifying the nature of Zuqetta's own situation. It wasn't like his wreath of resources was limited on the matter, after all. There was bound to be something on it within this library of information.

    Although, even then, there were still things Zuqetta mentioned that he had no clear understanding of. Hard light, did she say? If memory served him well, Calot somewhat recalled his father discussing the advantages of hard light manipulation over the complicated intricacies of other forms of materialization magic, but back then it was nothing more than a potent possibility. To hear it's now been popularized in the time he's spent away from the rest of the world was, intriguing, to say the least.

    "I sense a tinge of envy in your words, Zuqetta," interjected Calot, a swift flicking of his wrist summoning to his hand a glass of water to refresh himself with. Taking a quick sip, he'd sigh before continuing, saying in an oddly reassuring, sympathetic tone, "Comparison is a fool's game. Focus on what you're capable of first and foremost. The pace of progression other people will undergo is something you're unable to change. Concentrate on what is able to be changed."

    Indeed, this was a particular point Calot felt indubitably connected to. While the Tirisfel siblings were always neck and neck in terms of pure ability and prowess, there were certain concepts of combat and martial arts that little brother Dande seemed to so easily adapt to. Not even just in combat, but in life in general.

    Little brother Dande, always the lovable socialite. 

    Realizing he had spent the last few minutes ruminating in pure silence as Zuqetta continued on with the conversation, Calot slowly made his way back into the conversation proper, raising his eyebrows at the thought of a proper introduction to the person responsible for raising up presumably one of the most magically attuned individuals this side of the cosmos. 

    Waving a hand at the thought, Calot took another sip of water, exhaling as he said in response, "I would surely relish the opportunity to do so, however, it sounds improper considering the extent of our relationship currently. Perhaps at some other time, if fate allows it. Does the rest of your family reside on Plant?"

    An interstellar trip to the home of one half of his family origin could be interesting, to say the least. Perhaps a good means of reconnecting himself to the current worldly climate that he had become so disconnected from. The swordsman wondered if the Saiyans would at all mind his mixed heritage- their opinions of half breeds were always ever changing in the history books he read through. 

    Not like any of them could do anything about it if he chose to visit, anyways.

    Now, the real spectacle of their talk came from her reaction of his mentioning of the potential need of a consort to rule alongside her. Part of Calot forgot that she was quite younger than most heirs to the throne, and the idea of becoming so "romantically" involved with another may have been intimidating to her. Although, consort didn't always translate to romantic quality in his mind. To Calot, consort simply meant a companion type of individual who would be able to rule alongside the heir to said throne relatively well. 

    But, the damage had been done, and even from his reclined seat Calot could sense the redness of her features and the ever-shifting rhythm of her excitedly waving tail beneath the two's feet. Raising a singular eyebrow at the whole thing, Calot snorted, saying as he returned to lay his gaze on her for a moment before saying, "Long term success is what you seek, yes? Then it may be beneficial to at the very least maintain a solid awareness of who could fill the role. Someone that meets your specific needs."

    "Would you also be so kind as to mind your tail on the somewhat fragile floor? You've been excitedly wagging it for the last few minutes, and I fear the tile below you may be damaged because of it."

    Teasing? From Calot of all people? No, it couldn't be.

    Interpret it as one will, Calot was focused on continuing onward either way- suddenly standing to attention as he walked around the table and over to the side of the library for a moment, before looking upwards and pulling down from the air with a single, swift motion a large, old-fashioned blackboard. Listening to her as he materialized a bit of chalk for him to use on the side.

    "It is good that you have at least some form of companionship with you for this journey then," Calot said as he began to draw something currently indiscernible on the chalk board. "But if you are to try and get ahead of your competition, and succeed where many other rulers have failed, you must attempt to revolutionize the way of ruling that the Saiyans have had for the past millennia."

    "Yes, our people may be more of a spontaneous lot, but that does not mean you must allow yourself to follow suit in their heavy laden footsteps. There is a great amount of efficiency lost in such an approach, and if you wish to have a rule that spans both space and time, it is about time you start looking at things from a different perspective."

    Pausing, Calot would turn to look at Zuqetta from over his shoulder, his cold, gray eyes questioning as he asked her in a serious tone, "Do you wish to do as everyone else has done? Or do you wish to do better?"
    
PL: 24,000 - WC: 1191 - TWC: 6799