Saiyans of the Near and Far

Continuing her travels, Zuqetta had once more returned to Namek, though this time with a purpose beyond simply meditation. As she prepared herself to once more enter the fold when it came to succeeding the throne on Plant, she'd seen fit to visit all kinds of places, educating herself on the nuances that allowed each culture to function as it did. What she'd learned from Calot was enlightening; learning of how her ancestors lived and ruled taught her much of what to and not to do. Her exchange with Russ was a great help as well, and made her realize just how different Saiyans living away from Plant could be. Such was what led her to Namek now, in search of one such Saiyan that lived away from Plant, Zhalla.

Of course, she had no idea where exactly to find the woman on such short notice, she hadn't exactly taken it upon herself during their first encounter to exchange contact information. The thought of using telepathy was the first thing that came to mind, but she hesitated to be so invasive. As luck would have it however, it seemed that residents of villages she passed by were well acquainted with the woman, and easily pointed Zuqetta in the right direction. It wouldn't take too long before Zuqetta would be upon the village in question, a rather old but well kept village, though to Zuqetta's shame it all still pretty much looked the same to her.

"I... think this is the place-" she'd question to herself as she landed on a grassy knoll below; she'd look around the area for anything that would seem "out of place" or "unique", though before she could really get a good look at anything she'd immediately be approached by a resident of the village.

"Pardon me traveler, might you have business in our little village?" A rather elderly Namekian would speak up, accompanied by a younger, well built man. The Elder would glance over Zuqetta's form, taking notice of her features before giving a soft chuckle, "Pardon me for being presumptuous, but might you be looking for someone?" he'd ask with a jolly smile; though the man beside him seemed to remain wary.

"Ah! Yeah, heh sorry for the random intrusion." Zuqetta would apologize, rubbing the back of her neck a bit nervously, "I uhh, was told I could find Zhalla 'round here?"

"Haha, no need to apologize young one, we see a surprising amount of visitors." The elder would respond with a smile before turning his attention a short ways off, "You might find the one you seek at their home a short distance from here." he say, pointing off towards Nero and Zhalla's home in the village, "Of course, if you weren't hiding your energy in such a manner, you may have been noticed by them sooner." he'd continue, giving a knowing glance to Zuqetta before laughing.

"D- I'm sorry! Is... is that disrespectful?" she'd question worriedly, "It's just a natural thing at this point, I swear!"

"Hahaha! Oh, I only jest. Please, pay this old man no mind." the Elder would state happily before giving a shooing motion with his hand, "Now go on, it wouldn't do to linger here and delay whatever business you have."

Zuqetta was relieve her hidden energy wasn't an issue, the realization that Zhalla was likely right around the corner made her snap to attention quickly though. "Right!" she'd say in a motivated tone, "Thanks for your help!" with that she'd quickly rush away towards the direction of Zhalla's home, giving a wave to the Elderly man.

Thinking of the man's words however, Zuqetta wondered if he had a point; she didn't want to come across as if she was sneaking around or stirring up trouble. Assuming she could sense energy, it'd have been better to approach in an obvious manner and so she'd drop her Mana Veil to reveal her energy properly. Her magic no longer hiding her power, a rush of energy would wash over the senses of the elderly man and the warrior beside him, bringing a slight sweat to the warrior in response.

"Haha, quite the energetic one, isn't she." the elder would say with a slightly nervous laugh, prompting only a groan from the man beside him before the two would return to the previous business.

In only a moment Zuqetta would be upon a home in the direction pointed out by the elderly Namekian; a lone home a slight ways off, it was the most likely to be the place. "Hellooooo?" Zuqetta would call out curiously as she touched down upon the ground, looking around the area, "Zhalla? Nero? Anyone around?" Her tail brushed against the grass beneath her as a slight breeze swept the area, prompting a yawn from the girl; Namek was really a nice place to relax.