Befriending a Foil (Kronos)

    In all honesty, Dion's had weirder things fall from the sky just in time to meet him, but this was still pretty high up on the list. 

    Squinting through his specially made specs, the young man was just about to ask his handy dandy AR AI what exactly should he expect to be seeing when all the sudden a loud, obnoxious, and unmistakably juvenile voice began to introduce itself all throughout the great green Namek sky- apparently with some sort of, invitational proposition to make? The confusion only continued to pile on top of itself after that, however, as he could see several older looking Namekian gentlemen in hot pursuit of the low flying space ship.

    Apparently, whoever this was had made quite the commotion already throughout the Dragon Isles, and goodness knows wherever else this odd message of theirs had managed to reach if they had already garnered the ill-will of some of the stricter minded Namekians were hot on their heels. While normally he'd have intervened long before now, something told him to just wait a few more moments, as he continued to watch the aircraft carefully begin to veer closer, and closer, and closer, until-

    Bang. Well, maybe not bang, but the impact was quite a loud one as the space pod collided directly into the green Namekian water just in front of him. Dion, feeling an incredible sense of Deja vu, was about to dive directly into where he saw the pod before he was stopped by a few of the older Namekians that had continued to trace down this person's space pod all the way over to where they now lingered within the murky depths.

    Opening his mouth, he suddenly forced it shut once more as the incredibly strange, stranger, suddenly burst forth from the water in front of them, spouting on and on about their fun-sounding group of teenage superheroes before being bonked on the head by one of the more courageous Namekian elders.    
    
    The bewildered bartender's horror and confusion reached feaver pitch when the youth, in return, suplexed the older Namekian directly into the dirt like a bag of out of date potatoes. Screaming in utter shock, Dion immediately forced himself into the fray, waving the rest of the older Namekians off as he said in a reassuring tone, "OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH- Seriously, you guys, I can handle it from here! Please, take- what's his name, Cymba? Just take Cymba back to where y'all came from and I'll take it from here, okay? Jeez."

    The rest of the Namekians finally seemed to take heed- the bartender's relationship with their Guru being decently well known across the Dragon Isles in particular- and, after shooting some judgmental gazes at the wayward youth that nearly put their friend out of commission permanently, slowly began to fly off in the direction from whence they came, hopefully back to where they originally came from.

    Sighing a breath of relief, Dion promptly walked over to the short, limber looking young boy, only to immediately (jokingly) bonk him over the head as he said in a stern, yet still very much bewildered tone, "What the heck was that all about, dude? You ain't gonna be convincing anyone to be joining any group of yours if your first instinct is just to potentially paralyze the first Namekian octogenarian that you see! Who wants to be known for beating up old people anyways?"

    "I'm gonna give you a few minutes on the hot seat so you can explain yourself," offered Dion as he started to move back toward his table of girlfriend-made goodies. "You're free to come sit down with me if you'd like. But I can't just let something like that slide without consequence, you know?"

    "... Also, I am NOT A GEEZER! I'm twenty seven for goodness sake! If that makes me a geezer then I'd hate to see what you'd think of someone like Nasu or Cheri... "

    Washing the indignancy away with a bit of the juice that he had left on the table, Dion cleared his throat and gestured for Kronos to take a seat- readjusting his glasses and making air gestures as though he was getting ready to write on a nonexistent clipboard as he said, "The stage is set my friend, the mic is yours."

    "Tell me, who are you, and why exactly are you here?"

PL: 102,115 - WC: 729 - TWC: 1332


    This kid was quite the feisty one, wasn't he?

    Dion allowed a small grin to grow on his face in light of such a fact. He hadn't really met anyone this prickly in a long, long while- with even pre-death Amara having been at least a bit more hospitable when the situation pushed for it. He wondered exactly what drove this young man to have such a fiery disposition toward the common person, to the point where he was willing to assault strangers on a completely different planet than his own (if the arrival by space pod was anything to make assumptions from), but he was sure he'd be able to glean at least part of the reason why in the minutes to come. 

    Watching the youth's movements carefully, Dion reached out to grab an opened water bottle directly to his left, taking a deep swig of water before replying to Kronos' first and second objections, "Firstly, I'll have you know I'm one of the youngest people on this planet- second only to my little sister, actually, if memory serves correctly, and not counting all of the children, of course. Not like I took a survey to determine the youngest on the planet was, but, I think it's a safe bet to make all things considered."

    "Secondly, ignoring your clever, but still quite discourteous usage of alliteration to, again, call me OLD, not every Saiyan is a bloodthirsty brute looking for its next prey. In fact, I can name a few Saiyans who are looking to break the status quo set by our people for the last century or so. I get it, we've been known by nothing but our warrior moniker for so long, but even us Saiyans need a change of pace every now and then."

    Taking a moment to think in hindsight, Dion realized just how crazy a person like him must have appeared to someone more antiquated like Kronos in regard to Saiyans and their warring way of life. Sure, there was quite an influx of more morally minded Saiyans suddenly making their names known throughout the cosmos currently, but a few names paled in comparison to the dozens of planets worth of pain and suffering the rest of their people have imposed upon the galaxy all before then. Potentially even more. 

    Frowning, the difficulty that would come with trying to make the rest of the universe believe that there was more beyond the bloodshed that the Saiyans had become known for suddenly began to dawn on the normally more hopeful young man. It would take potentially years to undo the damage that his people had done. 

    But just because something was hard, did not mean it wasn't worth an attempt. Amara already started to pave the way with her former reign, and it was up to people like himself and others to try and fix the stained reputation their people held throughout the cosmos. And if he couldn't even convince a youth such as this that his people held the capacity for such change, then he might as well call it quits while he was ahead. 

    So, returning to the conversation at hand, Dion stared forlornly at the goodies that Kronos heartlessly pushed away, looking at the snacks with a longing expression as the young boy continued with his cocky introduction. His eyebrows raising in surprise when Kronos mentioned being of Plant descent, his gaze returning to lay on him as he said in response, "The most awesome guy on Planet Plant, huh? Well, if Plant is anything like I remember, that's not a particularly hard title to hold, haha..."

    A somewhat bittersweet smile taking the place of his originally jubilant one as his own past on Plant began to play like a slideshow within the bartender's mind. Yes, times had changed, and the people on Plant were far less cruel than those that sat in power preceding them, but the scars left behind both mentally and physically would forever remain. Part of him forever remaining that young, scared little boy, orphaned on the dirty streets, with no one but his baby brother and childhood friend to keep him company. 

    Seeing as the changes in Plant's culture only seemed to begin to appear a few years prior, Dion could somewhat surmise that Kronos was likely a product of the still lingering cruelty that he himself had been victim to as a child. A bit of a stretch, but an understandable one to make all things considered. 

    A scientist on Plant though? That seemed a little peculiar. Was this boy a Tuffle? That would certainly explain a number of things.

    Not wanting to scare him off immediately with his predicted perceptions, however, Dion slid some of the aforementioned cookies over to him with a chuckle, saying in a matter-of-fact tone as he took a bite into one himself, "No, not this time- although I am helping her to become better in the baking realm. She's, well, let's just say she's never been all that experienced with it, haha. Or at least as much as I am anyways."

    "But, besides all that- you come from Plant too, you said? One heck of a voyage to take, and in your own specially made space pod too! I gotta say, that's pretty impressive for a younger man who's only had- well, however long you've had to work with technology in general. I'm sure my girlfriend would love to take a look at the tech you used to put it together. You've got a lot of ambition Kronos, I'll tell you that much."

    Maintaining an aloof, but growingly more serious attitude as the conversation went on, Dion took another sip of water before he spoke, stating in a more lower tone than before as he stared directly into Kronos' formerly defiant gaze, "But, everything else aside, since it's basically the reason why you came here, tell me more about this group of yours you're trying to put together. Was it something you recently cooked up? Or has this been a long-time project of yours, so to speak?"
   
    While Dion wanted to learn more about the young man himself, the bartender could tell that his guard was still quite safely up. Years of working in an industry that required reading people in order to serve them better enabled him to have a greater insight into character than most, and it most certainly helped to identify that, if nothing else, Kronos would be a tough nut to crack.

    But, fortunately for the both of them, Dion was quite the stubborn Saiyan.
    
    And he had nothing but time on his hands.
    
PL: 102,115 - WC: 1115 - TWC: 2447


    '... So, what do you think, Carro?'

    '... Think I'll be able to save this kid, too?'

    A somber, yet understanding expression began to bloom onto the young man's originally more focused features as a raw, unraveling of emotion began to erupt from Kronos' trembling frame. He could already sense the distrust that the young boy had immediately on first impression, and it seemed as though this inherently cynical viewpoint of not just himself, but of the very world around him was for good reason. 

    Plant was a planet that acted as the birthplace of many a great pain in a variety of people's lives. Lives and people that Dion had the pleasure, the privilege, and also at times the misfortune of knowing all simultaneously. While he has seen a great deal of good done by those who claim to hail from the planet, he has seen a great amount of evil be done as well- much of it having been encountered by him at a very early age. His parents were the first to go, and after that, his life has been nothing but a careful balancing of the scales of loss and gain ever since. 

    And yet, even so, Dion persisted. He ached to move forward. Knowing that there must be something greater that laid beyond the great balancing act that he was still at times struggling to deal with. It was, probably one of the only reasons why he hasn't gone mad, evil, or hard of heart- his parents, his friends, his girlfriend and his siblings- all were people who had raised him to not just hope for the better, but to be better. To be that good that the Saiyan wished to see in life. 

    Which was why he kept moving forward. Even in spite of all that he had lost, and in light of all that he had been forced to endure, Dion knew a better tomorrow was still there, just beyond the horizon, to fight for. 

    In some ways, he supposed Kronos felt the same way too. He was still here, fighting in his own, pained, estranged way, right?

    But while his heart was in the right place, it seemed as though the world had beaten him to the point where his way of showing it was horrifically warped. How much had this boy lost? How much had this boy gone through? What has life forced him to chew on and swallow for the short, but painful time he's been alive? 

    As his eyes softened further, his glasses reflecting the sheen of the tears that rolled down Kronos' cheeks, all he could see through his specs was a reflection of his own self. Damaged, hurt, and lost in a world that refused to give him naught but a bone to gnaw on.

    If it hadn't been for Carro, for Amara, and for every other person who had come into his life ever since then, Dion was more than sure he'd had grown up to be just as callous as Kronos was- perhaps even more so. How could he not? Suffering construed even the most well-meaning of hearts, and unlike himself, Kronos didn't seem to have anyone to lean on in his corner. No one to run home to, no one to express his frustrations, his beliefs, his hopes and his dreams with.

    Unlike Dion, Kronos was, alone. 

    Until now, that was. 

    Taking off his glasses, Dion folded them carefully, placing them within one of his front breast pockets before getting up from his chair and beginning to close the distance between the two with slow, steady strides. Ensuring that no movement of his would cause the youth to lash out in panic or disarray. Once close enough, the young man would stare down at Kronos, his face one of total empathy as he knelt down in front of him, the two now being able to stare directly eye to eye with each other. 

    Wordlessly, Dion slowly wrapped the youth in a gentle, yet tightly knit embrace. His arms clutching him close as he slowly inhaled and exhaled, attempting to have the youth something to match pace with in order to help him calm down. His eyes closing for several more moments as he allowed the hurting hybrid to get out whatever else that laid deep within, waiting for release. 

    "I may have won a few times, sure."
    
    "... But I've sure as hell have lost more often than I've won."

    Frowning, Dion, for once in a long while, struggled to find the right words to say. Were there really any that could encompass the entirety of this young man's pain? Was there any method made to assuage the suffering mind that toiled in this orphaned boy's head?

    He wasn't sure.
    
    But he knew he had to try.

    Pulling away from the embrace, Dion sat crossed legged on the damp Namek grass below, heaving a heavy sigh as he stared upwards at the sky- a sad, somber smile plastering his features as he spoke, saying, "I can still hear them. Their voices. Ma and pa whispering sweet nothings in my ear, telling me that everything was gonna be fine, and maybe even one day be better for us."

    "Better never came."

    His own set of tears starting to form on his face, the bartender forced his voice to remain as steady as it could, his mind drifting back to where it had all began- a dirty, out of the way hut located directly in the middle of nowhere. 
    
    "I was a small, poor kid with a mouth disproportionate for his size. I talked a big game openly, thinking if I believed in it hard enough, that better future for my parents and I would come true. That we'd be more than just lowly servants entrapped by indentureship to some rich Saiyan snobs. Apparently, my parents weren't the only ones listening."

    "They took them. I thought they were gonna take me too, but, I guess they decided I wasn't good enough. I wish they did. Even now, in my darkest moments, sometimes I wish they did. But no, I remained. Orphaned and alone on a planet that looked down on the weak and destitute."

    Running a trembling hand through his hair, Dion felt the matted bits of sweat running down his palm. It had been years since he had told the entirety of his story to anyone, and it seemed as though the memories were just as fresh as they were all those years ago. 
    
    "I thought I'd just disappear off into the wastes somewhere. Forgotten, and covered up by the sands of time. But, instead, fate had different plans for me."

    "I found an abandoned child not too long after. Someone who I'd come to call my little brother. Someone else who was weak and destitute. And suddenly, I had something to live for again."

    Although his face remained completely solemn, Dion's eyes started to weave a different tale- a hopeful glint appearing in his gaze as he continued, his voice reviving itself into a renewed sense of conviction as he said, "There's so much more good I could keep telling you about. So many blessings and opportunities I've both made, and allowed to pass up on me. And yet, there's still so much more pain I could also tell you about, too."

    "I might've gotten a second chance at life, but, I haven't always made the best of it. People have suffered. People have died, even."

    "And yet, I still go on. Because I believe that there's still something better waiting for all of us on the other side."

    Finally, the bartender's gaze began to fall downwards from the sky above, returning to focus on Kronos with an expectant, yet still optimistic look upon his face. Dried streaks of tears embellishing the hopeful smile on his face as he said, "And I think you know that too."

    "I won't try to say I know your suffering. That isn't fair. No one gets anywhere comparing the length of their sorrows to one another. But if nothing else, know that these emotions you have- this conviction, this deep feeling in your gut, it's well founded."

    "You say that life isn't a fair game. You're right, it isn't. It's a cruel one, where the strong have the right to take all that they wish from the weak."

    "... But even then, the weak have a right of their own- to fight."

    Moving to a standing posture now, Dion looked down at the young boy- his pupils seemingly lighting up with electrifyingly blue Ki as he continued, "You're still fighting. You're still clinging onto that dream, as ridiculous as that may seem. People may never stop reinventing ways to make people like you or I hurt, but that doesn't mean we can't keep inventing new ways to keep moving forward anyways."

    "Life is difficult. But it's up to people like you, people like me, in our own ways, to show people that it's still a well-worthy life to live."

    Dion's smile returning fully to the sincerity that it had before his heartfelt plea, the young man extended his hand out toward Kronos, only to stop it short, and raise it in a thumbs up motion to the young man.
    
    "Kronos, Aspara, whatever your name may be- I hope that you'll keep fighting. And I hope especially that you find that extra something to fight for."
    
    Sighing, but this time more out of relief, Dion laid a hand to steady himself on the table next to him. Massaging the bridge of his nose before looking back at Kronos one more time, asking him, "In order to do all that fighting, though, you're gonna need a bit more than just raging spirit. You got a source of income by any chance? Any place to pool and accumulate resources in? Heck, when was the last time you even got a decent meal into your schedule?"

    Looking around, Dion pondered for a moment his options before finally letting out a small "aha" as he grabbed a small but delectable looking deli sandwich. Sliding it over to the youth's side of the table. 
    
    Dion did all he could. The hand was offered to him.

    All that was left was to take it.
    
PL: 102,115 - WC: 1722 - TWC: 4169


    Well, all things considered, this could have gone way worse.

    This outcome, however, was something Dion could feasibly deal with at least. 

    The young man watched as the internal turmoil of conflicting emotions raged on inside of Kronos for good few moments or so following his initial offering of food. The boy's face contorting through several different expressions before finally falling to a more neutral one. Lifeless, almost, as his hands slowly went limp, dropping the weapon he once clutched so tightly in his grip and allowing it to clatter onto the table. 

    Unsure of exactly what was to come, Dion surveyed the wayward warrior carefully, his eyes following his staggered, labored movement as his body struggled to fight against what appeared to be every fiber of his being- finally coming to stand in front of the bartender with a darkened look upon his brow. 

    Only to immediately then fall to his knees, and collapse directly into Dion's lap, a bumbling, broken, huddled mess of hair and tears. Eyes widening in surprise- he wasn't expecting his heartfelt retort to actually have this large of an impact on Kronos- Dion looked from left to right, making sure no one else was around in order to help ensure the young boy's sensitive state of affairs wouldn't be known to anyone else around them. 

    After having secured the premises, the brotherly Saiyan slowly began to pat the back of Kronos' head, ruffling his hair gently in some places as a small, somber smile began to creep onto his features. Reassuring whispers filling the strained air around the duo as the elder of the two spoke, saying, "It's alright, Aspara, just let it all out. You're in a safe place, no one's gonna be giving you any trouble when I'm still around."

    "You've been real strong for a very long time, and I'm proud of you for that. Take a load off, breathe for a little bit. No need to stay strong while you're here."

    Continuing to pet the back of the young man's head as he quivered gently within his lap, Dion's mind drifted back to the days when Carro would do much of the same- picturing his little brother's tear-filled face staring back up at him whenever times would get particularly rough back at home. Part of him wondered how the two of them got through what they had been put through, but if those two could make it with the little that they had, Dion was sure he and Kronos would be able to do the same.

    Not wanting to force the boy to move sooner than he'd be comfortable to, Dion continued to hum a calming tune through the quiet, Namek air, watching Kronos with a compassionate gaze as he asked a bit of a lighter question in an attempt to cheer the boy up, "Like I mentioned earlier, it seems like you've got quite the knack for electronics, Kronos. Do you like to build things? What type of things do you like to build?"
    
PL: 102,115 - WC: 512 - TWC: 4681

    A low, amused chuckle came from the unofficial older brother as he continued to run a comforting hand through Kronos' matted, messy hair. He was somewhat surprised to see that the young man still had so much fire left in him, even after breaking down to his most vulnerable point, but Dion supposed it was just further testament to the strength that this young boy held deep within. Maybe there was some truth to what Kronos said- perhaps he'd always be strong, and that was just his way of life. 

    But even the strongest people in the world needed all the support that they could get. Dion's own life was testament to that, with the strongest people he's ever known being just as human, and sometimes just as weak as he could be at times. No one could take the weight of the world on their shoulders alone, and the young man hoped that if Kronos learned anything from their encounter, it was that he didn't have to shoulder such burden on his own. That there would always be someone just waiting around the corner to offer a helping hand, if only he would have the will to take it.

    Unknowing of the fact that his philosophy reflected beliefs that the youth was already all too familiar with, Dion's expression shifted from one of content reassurance to one of utter embarrassment. How in the world had he gone on such a heartfelt tangent without even giving Kronos a name to tie it all down to? Now that was one heck of a rookie mistake. 

    "I guess I got a bit too carried away," came the sheepish reply as he patted the young boy on the back. "My name's Dion, Dion Haddock. Although sometimes I use my little brother's last name, Hofferson. He's a bit of a tinkerer himself, along with my girlfriend too, although I think I mentioned that part already, hehe. Sounds like you'll be the third in the line of tinkerers I've come to know!"

    "Though, I don't think either of them have made anything like you've cooked up here though. An intangibility device? A sword that can shift its size and shape, whilst simultaneously powering itself through Ki? That's incredible! How does the science behind either of them even begin to work? Not that I'd understand it, considering I was never a tech type, but I bet it's really cool to hear about all the same."

    Indeed, despite his lack of understanding, the pride that beamed from the young man's face remained all the same. As he looked down at the suddenly gentle expression of the youthful inventor, Dion couldn't help but feel as though he had been transposed through time- as though he was suddenly a decade younger and staring his little brother Carro directly in the face following one of his successful medical experiments.

    The looks on their faces were nearly mirror image- the joyful glean that reflected from both of their gazes filling the Saiyan with great happiness. While the two couldn't possibly be more different, there were quite a few things alike about the both of them as well, and to be able to see another young boy with the same kind of passion and talent finally be given the pick-me-up he needed was gratifying to say the least.

    'Thanks, little brother.'

    'I couldn't have done any of this without you.'

    Sighing contentedly, Dion nearly stumbled backward at the sudden deep embrace the young boy trapped him safely within, flailing playfully for a couple seconds as he said in a joking tone, "I might sustain a bit more damage if you hug me any tighter, Kronos! I'm not sure how much weirder I can get!"

    "... But really, I'm grateful. It's been a while since I've seen a kid with as much promise and drive as you've got, and what kind of person would I be if I didn't do my best to see that potential safely realized? You have quite a future ahead of you, Kronos, and it'll be a privilege to be able to see just how far you'll go. But, be sure to remember-"

    Dion would gently bonk Kronos on the head once more, much more playfully this time as he grinned at him, wrapping him in a one arm side hug as he finished by saying, "-whenever things get rough, stand proud, because I'll be rooting for you all the way. If you'll let me be a part of your esteemed audience, of course!"

    "Speaking of esteemed audiences though, I've got no doubt that you'll be able to pick up a pretty large one with what you're planning on doing. I gotta reiterate though- keeping yourself well fed and gathering everything you need is an important first step on your journey."

    "So, grab yourself whatever you'd like, fill up on it, and then fill me in on what you've got to work with so far. You've got a ship, a dream, and an endless engine for ambition- what else have you got in your bag? And maybe even more importantly, what else is it that you need?"

PL: 102,115 - WC: 857 - TWC: 5538


    Part of him wondered if he was putting the flustered fighter through the emotional wringer a tad too much with all the words of encouragement imparted in such a short period of time. While he knew Kronos wasn't likely the type to immediately let the Saiyan's sincere sentiments completely go to his head, Dion was worried he was overloading him with well-meaning wholeheartedness too soon for him to properly register and, most importantly, actually believe in. The last thing the bartender wanted to do was come off as this unrealistically perfect paragon of goodness and to make Kronos think this was all, again, just some sort of entrapment act- but, thankfully, it looked as though Aspara fully took the older man for who he was. Simply a Saiyan who was trying to do better.
    
    Wiping away some of the tears that continued to fall from the young boy's face, Dion chuckled at his attempts at being a little less rude than he initially had been to him on first encounter. Patting him on the head with a widening grin on his face as he said happily in response, "I'm flattered you'd want this supposedly 'old fossil' to be a part of your generational group of talent! It's a real privilege to be offered a spot in your jamboree. But to be honest, I wouldn't want to impose at all- as you said before, this is your pet project, your ambition to achieve. So, while I wouldn't mind coming on and off as a consultant of sorts, I think I'm gonna leave the heavy lifting mostly up to you!"

    "I'll always be just a call away though, don't you worry. Anything you need, I'll be there to support you, through and through."

    Part of him wondered if he was really doing the right thing encouraging such a potentially dangerous dream of an admittedly quite brash young battler in Kronos- the life of a martial artist who ached to make waves in the world around them was a potentially volatile one to lead, and the older brother mentality of Dion wanted nothing but to shield the already damaged individual sitting right in front of him from the harsh reality that threatened to unravel all around the two. 

    But yet another part of him, more recently partitioned from his psyche, realized that it was better for him to learn how to cope with the world as it stood now rather than have it hit him like a truck much later on. Besides, Kronos already knew just how horrible the world could be to people like himself and he, what good would it do to try and protect him from a reality that he was already well acquainted with in the first place? 

    No, the best thing Dion could do now was to be there in a way that no one else had been in his own situation. To be Kronos' guide, someone to look up to and to take after in regard to how to deal with the things that came as par for the course in the occupation that he was planning on forging his own way forward into. He wouldn't let another well-meaning fighter fall on his watch.

    His conviction simply simmering just underneath the airier surface that the young man continued to display, Dion was shaken back to the conversation at hand right as Kronos finished up demolishing a good quarter of the various foods and snacks that he had brought in his capsule. Nodding along with what the young boy spoke aloud as his most pertinent needs, Dion took out his phone and was just about to start jotting them all down when the last three words of Kronos' tangent sent the Saiyan into a screeching halt.

    As he raised a singular, comedically high eyebrow aimed straight toward Kronos, Dion let out a small "oh" as he allowed the hybrid to finally speak the last of his piece to him in its entirety. Looking at the phone in his own hand, the bartender smiled a bit at the young man's short spout of sincerity, before tossing it over to Kronos as he said, "Here, take this one- I've got my own personal cell that I keep back at home, and I usually take more disposable ones like these with me whenever I go out just in case someone needs to grab ahold of me."

    "Don't take the word disposable as a synonym for "useless" though, you'll find it just as capable as the most advanced ones back on places such as Earth- it was made by my girlfriend after all."

    "Other than that, let me think," muttered Dion as he looked back over the table of goodies with a calculative glint within his gaze. The kid would need a lot more food than this if he were to sustain himself for potentially weeks on end during his trips away from Namek in search of people for this group of his. As well as a means of monetary security depending on if something were to happen to his aforementioned food stock. He wondered just how much he had left in terms of budget, considering Amara's odd habit of random expenditures, but he was relatively sure he could fund the preliminary portion of Kronos' adventures for the time being.
    
    "So, food, money, and potentially technological resources," was what Dion itemized aloud as he began to mentally draw himself a picture of where he'd acquire such things for the youth in the first place. "I can get all those things for you, easy. How long are you gonna be staying on Namek for though? I don't wanna keep you waiting any longer than I need to. You're welcome to come back and stay whenever need be, but I know that you must be raring to go already..." 

PL: 102,115 - WC: 975 - TWC: 6513