![Newbie Guide](https://i.imgur.com/Uy7hIlu.png")
Post by Zuci on Nov 28, 2023 0:41:44 GMT -5
"Is... Is that Power Level real?!" A female Saiyan of similar age to Zuci exclaimed as she pressed her Scouter over and over again in her direction. Zuci chortled with rapturous glee at having someone recognize her for her strength, especially someone who she thought was a little cute. Even if she was wearing that stuffy armor for the Elites. Zuci spun around on her chair and leaned back against the bar while crossing her legs.
"Of course it is! Were you doubting me because I'm not wearing the same armor you are?" Zuci says with a faux look of annoyance. The other Saiyan shakes her head 'no' with intense vigor.
"No, no, not at all! But why aren't you? Clearly there's some sort of mistake!"
"Mistake?" Zuci said the word as if it was the understatement of something obvious. "You're right, though on a bigger scale than whether or not I should be weaing that armor or not. This whole idiotic system of Low-Class, Mid-Class, Elite-Class- It's all a bunch of archaiac nonsense made by someone who thinks what you are at birth determines your future! If they could see me now, why, I bet they'd toss every idea they had about strength in the garbage and start over from scratch! Ohohoho!" Zuci's ego fills the tavern even through the noise of the other people there.
On that note- The first time Zuci had fought here she hadn't expected to come back for anything but a rematch with the owner. When she wasn't in though and Zuci noticed that the place was an actual place of business she started ordering heaps of juice and milk to pass the time. She'd have to give props to that Jagaimo woman; she definitely knew how to run a place if this was any indication! Back to the girl though-
"Why," Zuci starts off with confidence, "it's only a matter of time before I join the ranks of the Super Saiyans! You'd best remember the name of Zuci- There's a chance I'll even take over the throne when I feel like, haha!"
...Oh, right.
Ever since King Taori's retirement Zuci had seemingly lost all interest in trying to become the sole leader of Planet Plant. She had just said that right now based solely on reflex, but the more she thought about it the more depressed she became. With a lazy wave of her hand she shook her head. "Ah, never mind that- Super Saiyan is enough for me. Hey, I'll find you later? Food's here and I'm messy even by Saiyan standards."
The Saiyan woman nods her head and leaves with a wave; Zuci turns back around to see five plates of pure, well-done meat stacked up to her head. She begins to dig in and devour them, eating as if she'd never consumed anythnig for the past three days when in reality this was just her normal, everyday appetite. Time to eat and drink away her sorrows...
"Jush had to rehire, hamn bashard..." Zuci mumbled while chewing her food, cursing the former King while wondering about the future of Plant's leadership.
"Of course it is! Were you doubting me because I'm not wearing the same armor you are?" Zuci says with a faux look of annoyance. The other Saiyan shakes her head 'no' with intense vigor.
"No, no, not at all! But why aren't you? Clearly there's some sort of mistake!"
"Mistake?" Zuci said the word as if it was the understatement of something obvious. "You're right, though on a bigger scale than whether or not I should be weaing that armor or not. This whole idiotic system of Low-Class, Mid-Class, Elite-Class- It's all a bunch of archaiac nonsense made by someone who thinks what you are at birth determines your future! If they could see me now, why, I bet they'd toss every idea they had about strength in the garbage and start over from scratch! Ohohoho!" Zuci's ego fills the tavern even through the noise of the other people there.
On that note- The first time Zuci had fought here she hadn't expected to come back for anything but a rematch with the owner. When she wasn't in though and Zuci noticed that the place was an actual place of business she started ordering heaps of juice and milk to pass the time. She'd have to give props to that Jagaimo woman; she definitely knew how to run a place if this was any indication! Back to the girl though-
"Why," Zuci starts off with confidence, "it's only a matter of time before I join the ranks of the Super Saiyans! You'd best remember the name of Zuci- There's a chance I'll even take over the throne when I feel like, haha!"
...Oh, right.
Ever since King Taori's retirement Zuci had seemingly lost all interest in trying to become the sole leader of Planet Plant. She had just said that right now based solely on reflex, but the more she thought about it the more depressed she became. With a lazy wave of her hand she shook her head. "Ah, never mind that- Super Saiyan is enough for me. Hey, I'll find you later? Food's here and I'm messy even by Saiyan standards."
The Saiyan woman nods her head and leaves with a wave; Zuci turns back around to see five plates of pure, well-done meat stacked up to her head. She begins to dig in and devour them, eating as if she'd never consumed anythnig for the past three days when in reality this was just her normal, everyday appetite. Time to eat and drink away her sorrows...
"Jush had to rehire, hamn bashard..." Zuci mumbled while chewing her food, cursing the former King while wondering about the future of Plant's leadership.
TWC: 520
Thread PL: 79,000
Thread PL: 79,000
