A Growing Contingent (Open)

The universe was strange. 

Well, that wasn't the deepest thought in the world but it was becoming abundantly clear to Kassava, that yeah, the universe was strange. He wanted to go out and explore the world since planet Vegeta was oh so boring and his journey led him to arrive on a frozen world (and met his best buddy! Mint would kill him if he said that), to then landing on a ball of dirt and water - Earth.

Now he was suddenly traveling through the underworld. Neat huh? 

Well in all fairness that wasn't completely it. Originally he was on Earth, landed near the time of Halloween, and through some turbulent incidents - the park incident - discovered objects that could travel to the underworld. Strange stuff. It sounded absurd, trite, completely unbelievable.

So naturally he went and did it and voilà! Here he was in the flesh (spirit? conscience? Just what was he right now?) While some would question and ponder about the fact that the afterlife was real, Kassavava was more focused on something else way more important, the fights that brew here.

Well that wasn't the only reason he had come here, he had heard some interesting rumors about that he wanted to explore. So here he was picking fights, knocking heads, and having fun while he explored this new area.

Until now where he plops down right in front of the namekian. Elbows propped on a table and a large cheery grin on his face, blood dripping down his mouth from an earlier skirmish he had. 

"A saiyan you need? Hm, hmm, hmmm, not sure if there's any abound." His monkey - saiyan - tail pops up while daintily holding a bottle of beer he grabbed- purchased from someone else. "Not sure if I can be considered one considering I ditched them awhile ago but!" He draws the word out long and windy, "If you need one I would not mind helping out a friend in need."

"Although that does raise the question why you want one anyhow."

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