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Yakito wouldn't have to wait long, no not long at all as only mere moments after the lad left the counter of the bar and went into the back for his bout, would the doors of the bar fling open with a nervous Kotsuzui returning even more quickly than they'd left. "The hell? Pretty damn quick, who'd ya-" Kinoko would freeze; not exactly from fear, but who would enter next simply wasn't someone she felt like dealing with today.

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggy!!!!" Zuqetta would call out with a bit of a whine, "He still won't wake uuuup!!" she'd exclaim as she quickly made her way over towards the bar and sprawled her arms atop it. She'd rest her chin on the bar, turning onto her cheek as she glanced up towards Kinoko, "Granny, is Jaggy here?" Zuqetta would question with a heavy sigh; several patrons unbeknownst to her had begun to subtly slide out of the establishment. Zuqetta took great strides to ensure all were aware of who she was while she was on Plant now, and so continued to wear the same royal armor she'd worn during her ascension to the throne.

Murmurs and whispers began to pick up from those a bit less scared and more curious; Kotsuzui had returned after all, so then of all people, was the QUEEN going to be the kids opponent!? An easy bet to make as far as some were concerned, and so many began to rush to the back to get in on the action.

"Hey your lordship, what'd I say about puttin' your face on my bar?" Kinoko would remark, prompting Zuqetta to sit up properly with a sigh.

"Oop, sorry!"

"The boss ain't in right now, you didn't see her at the palace? Heard she's trainin' some kid." Kinoko would remark; before Zuqetta could respond however, the elderly Saiyan would use that information as a segway, "Speakin' of kids, there's some fox kid in the back stirrin' up trouble. Ain't it your royal duty to handle that?"

"What!?" Zuqetta would question; the word "fox" itself being something that caught her attention the most; she'd quickly recover however, focusing on the situation at hand, "Seriously, I'm only a few days inta this and people are ALREADY causing trouble!" she'd sigh, jumping up from the stool and making her way towards the back.

Kinoko wore a rather smug expression, pleased with herself, receiving a small clap from the few who witnessed the effortless manipulation of the miniature queen.

At the back of the Brawl Hole, the divot of red sand circled by some crude railings and platforms, the place of secret business for Jagaimo but not something Zuqetta had ever been overly concerned about. Today however, some kid stood within and DARED to cause trouble for a friend of Zuqetta's!? "Not today you won't!" Zuqetta would exclaim unprompted as she leapt into the sandy ring, eyeing down the kid. She was able to get a good look at them now from top to bottom, they were surprisingly cute when she'd been expecting some thug, a rather small little gir- boy, definitely a boy!

Zuqetta would look away from the boy momentarily, before locking her gaze on the kids eyes, INTENSELY. "So, lookin' ta pick a fight are ya?" Zuqetta would question, "Think you can just show up and start throwin' hands!? Fine, I'll play with ya for a bit, then send ya back home ta Mama!" she'd say aggressively, taking up an offensive stance; she wasn't about to let some young off-world upstart cause trouble here! Of course, she was completely unaware that she'd been tricked into getting into this fight, with the spectators taking bets almost immediately.

The hall was filled, the stands loaded, bets were placed and the trash talking and commenced; of course, the fox had little in the way of trash talk, giving instead a rather heated explanation of his situation. Zuqetta gave a firm nod, but nothing else; she could empathize, but wouldn't let the kids situation be an excuse for his assumed rambunctious nature. From what she could derive, it seemed he was prepared to get the money he needed by any means necessary, and had even spent his saving on this little caper! Russ would've been disappointed, such a young kid being driven to crime; it was up to Zuqetta now to place him on the right path!

Yakito vanished, an after image taking his place momentarily before he'd suddenly be upon Zuqetta; for Zuqetta herself, time would move at a snails pace as energy slowly began to flare around her. A voice had called out immediately however from the doorway, the voice of Kinoko of all people, leaning against the frame with a smirk. "Plannin' ta bust up the place with that gold form Queeny? The boss will LOVE that!" she'd yell in an obviously sarcastic tone.

Zuqetta hesitated, Kinoko had a point, she couldn't transform here lest she end up destroying her friends bar. It wasn't like she needed to do so against the fox, but she hadn't even bothered to get a sense of the kids energy; she'd promised Jagaimo that she'd always go all out in a fight, how the hell was she supposed to do that AND hold back!? Then, a swift strike right to her nose, and time was moving at its normal pace once again; an automatic "ow" would attempt to be said, but the strike to her throat would cut her off, while the final strike to her chest knocked the wind out of her and sent her tumbling back onto the sand in a daze.

Zuqetta lay motionless on the sand, sprawled out and eyes shut; the crowd fell silent momentarily, was the fight over? The twitching of Zuqetta's tail indicated consciousness, and the silence was broken by Kinoko's laughter. "Way ta go kid!" she would shout, eliciting cheers and bellowing laughter from the spectators before Zuqetta would sit up on the sand, coughing a bit, glaring daggers first at Kinoko then to Yakito.

"You in't ven toduc yosef!" she'd cough through a raspy voice, hacking a bit as she tried to clear her throat.

"Keep it up queenie, I'll getcha a berri juice when all's said and done!"

Zuqetta cheeks would puff as she shot an annoyed pout towards Kinoko, didn't that old lady realize she was doing this for HER sake!? Of course, what this actually was, was a high stakes challenge issued by the fox. Regardless of what anything was however, Zuqeta wasn't about to take things lying down, literally. She'd roll back, before leaping to her feet; dusting off her dress of the red sand and shaking it out of her hair. With another clearing of her throat, she'd retake an offensive stance, and release a breath to calm herself.

"You-" she'd cough, her voice clearing back up, "-dirty!" she'd say plainly; implying his sudden fighting without introduction, though it could have been misinterpreted all things considered, "I'm no "lass", my name's Zuqetta! The reigning Monarch of the Saiyans!" she'd introduce rather aggressively; though her aggression was for the reason to come, "And you, if you're so concerned for your mom, you should take a proper, STABLE job! You shouldn't be blowing what money you have on reckless activities!!!" she'd exclaim, still under the impression he'd spent his money planning a robbery of Jagaimo's bar.

The fox, Yakito, would explain himself properly; of course Zuqetta was still under a bit of a misunderstanding, still believing that he was here to rob the place. That was far from the worst of it however, as the words Yakito spoke only served to infuriate Zuqetta even more than before. "School, a full-time job, AND a sick mom?" Zuqetta would say lowly, "And yet, you would gamble with your life like this? In doing so, gamble with your mothers life?" she'd say through gritted teeth, "Don't you have friends at your college? Friends at your work? Does you mom even know you're doing this? Does ANYONE? Did you talk to ANYONE before going down this path!?" she'd question, her anger rising before she'd suddenly calm with a long released breath.

She understood she had no right to question anothers lifestyle, she'd certainly made plenty of mistake herself when she was younger after all. There was a stark difference between the two of them however, this fox had a mother, he had an education, he had the option to work; this fox had things that Zuqetta never had, and the fact that he cared so much for his mother was a subtle implication that she cared for him back, something Zuqetta never had the chance to experience in her youth. Rage wouldn't control her however, for she no longer felt wrath towards the fox for his actions, but pity.

"Fighting is all well and good, but you can't guarantee you'll always be stronger than your opponent." she'd say calmly, closing her eyes as her fighting stance adjusted, "I have a good friend on Earth who does it all too. He fights, he works, he goes to school... but somewhere along the line, while you and he seemed to share similarities, something has caused you to diverge from the lit path."

Zuqetta would breath deeply; a soft wind spiraling around her for a moment before settling. Her offensive stance had shifted, she stood taller, her fists opened with her palms now showing. Her senses would attune to the fox before her, her eyes finally opening again, her expression now soft and calm, yet with a subtle strength.

"I don't know why you've strayed, but I'll help guide you back to the correct path." she'd say clearly, her gaze sharpening with determination.

Patience.

Of the many things she learned throughout her travels, of the many struggles she had on the path towards the throne, the biggest challenge for her was patience. Zuqetta endured however, she honed her craft, she meditated as instructed, sharpened her focus and improved, of all things, her patience.

Win a battle before it begins.
Know yourself and know your enemy.

Key fundamentals in the school of patience, and in truth she still lacked sufficient understanding.

She knew herself well enough; focusing on conflict she could be quick to anger, and employed a fair amount of feints. She would hesitate it uncertain, and could take too long to decide on an action if she had a desired outcome. With a bit of patience however, her mind could calm and her thoughts could focus.

Now, she knew a bit about the little fox in front of her; he came across as arrogant, but several times would display a timidness like any other child. His choices were firm and correct in his mind, and he envisioned victory, nothing else, taking strides in fact to ensure such victory. He was quick on his feet, and no amateur in his offensive movements.

She didn't know everything, she couldn't, as far as she was concerned it was impossible to know EVERYTHING about someone, but now, she knew enough. It was only enough to make assumptions really, but so long as she had patience, it would be more than enough. She couldn't accept what the fox said, she couldn't accept his reasoning, and certainly not the actions he took to ensure victory. She would remain calm however, even as the fox rushed at her on all fours; there was something more she sensed from him, but couldn't be sure as to what. If she were patient, then it'd surely be revealed; if it wasn't, then it meant it didn't matter yet.

A widening of her stance, an adjustment of her forward arm as it tensed in preparation; patience was key... the fox was upon her, and in a single motion his momentum would be stopped as she threw out her arm, her palm directly at his chest. She'd attempt a grip, aiming to clutch the shirt he wore to prevent his escape and thus prevent his rapid movement; succeed or fail, her right arm was already in motion for a single attempted strike to the abdomen of the little fox, her fist aglow with a swirl of light and dark energy alike.

Her strike landed true, her energy dispersing across the abdomen of the fox; this fox wasn't out of the fight just yet however, as after only a momentary flinch would he swing his arms wide in an attempt to buffet Zuqetta's skull with a pressure of wind. A magic would immediately erupt around Zuqetta, stopping the paws of the zoan in their tracks; to Yakito, the magic would feel strange like a soft jelly of some kind. While it prevented him from striking Zuqetta personally, he could still move; if away, he would feel a slight tug, and if towards it would be as though he was trying to wade through a deep water that fought against him.

The fox wouldn't need to dwell and consider the feeling long however, as the magic would react immediately; the teal sphere of influence absorbing the kinetic energy of his strikes, the area of the aura where his hands made contact now quickly turning red. The air would heat before the aura would pulse out violently, intent to return the favor against Yakito in the form of a powerful gust of sharp and violent wind.

Zuqetta wasn't finished with the fox however, as while her magical aura acted with its own intent, Zuqetta herself would proceed with an attack of her own. The fox would find the collar of his spandex released just as he desired, what would follow without a moments hesitation however would be a series of rapid strikes from Zuqetta; jab after jab, left and right she'd continue the assault on the fox's abdomen, exploiting the pain he likely felt from her previous strike.

Her eyes were narrowed and focused, her senses expanded all around her; while the crowd roared with cheers and booing alike, Zuqetta would drown it all out. In her current domain was merely her and the fox; their was quiet, nothing else beyond her fight was acknowledged. The shifting of the sands beneath their feet, the rushing beats of their hearts, the impact of her fist as it pierced the air against her target. It was difficult, she wanted to speak, wanted to react, but for now she had to maintain her composure and continue following the teachings of patience. The moment to speak would come, but now wasn't the time...

The young fox held well against the surprise attack and following assault; Zuqetta could feel the damage inflicted against him to be negligible. As strike after strike was matched, Zuqetta's attention would wane from the fox however as she took notice of their surroundings. The sands shifted and were thrown violently; the concrete surrounding the area began to crack. While the crowd might have been cheering, continuing in this manner was sure to cause unnecessary destruction to the area. It seemed the Way of Patience could still only bring Zuqetta so far; she was still far from mastering its teachings, and was at a loss for how to bring this battle to a close.

Then, through the strikes, she would see the gleam of crimson that began to glow in the fox's eyes. The power he expended, the ferocity in his very nature; was he fighting, or was he acting on instinct? He'd began with intelligible quips and dialogue, was had degraded to a primal growl as he fought harder and hard. Zuqetta realized what the fox reminded her of, he was an animal backed into a corner, scared but incapable of backing down or fleeing. Perhaps she was reaching, perhaps this was simply his battle style, but in her calm this was the conclusion Zuqetta had reached; she knew now, there was only one way to finish this battle.

Through the flurry of strike, Zuqetta's own would suddenly cease; her forward steps would come to a halt, and her body would stiffen. First would come a strike directly to her left cheek; it was powerful, but she wouldn't flinch. Then a strike to her abdomen; she was prepared now unlike before, and wouldn't allow the wind to be knocked out of her this time. Perhaps the fox would stop there, or perhaps he'd continue his strike relentlessly; regardless, once the fox had either had his fill or tired out, Zuqetta would finally breathe a deep, long breath.

"Are you done?" she'd say in a rather low tone, looking towards the fox with a narrowed side eye as she straightened her posture, "I've had enough of this-" she'd state, rubbing her redden, slowly bruising cheek with her fist before turning her attention up towards Kinoko, "Kino, give the kid back his money, I'll cover it and then some. This fight is over, Jaggy and I can argue about it later."

Zuqetta wasted no time turning her back towards the fox, having no sympathy for whatever protests he might have about her order. Zuqetta herself didn't like the way she was doing it, but Kinoko would merely shrug; Zuqetta was the "Queen" after all, disobeying her command wouldn't be in their best interest as far as Kinoko was concerned. Though while the coward would die down in their excitement, scorning beneath their breath Zuqetta's decision, Zuqetta wouldn't yet leave, still having words for the fox.

Her tail swept the sand lightly, before beating it once with a powerful strike in a slight display of her frustration. "If it'll make you feel batter, go ahead and tell your friends that you won. Because this is clearly my loss, if I continued fighting then I'd destroy my friend's home-" she'd state, turning her head slightly to side eye the fox once more, "-I'm clearly too strong for you." she'd say coldly, "Now, take your money and go home, take care of your mom. Don't try to push this issue any further, I've given my command. Kinoko and Jaggy won't pay out to you now even if you try to continue fighting..."

With her peace said, she'd turn away from the fox once more, rubbing at her cheek again before giving a sigh. Was she being too harsh? Too cryptic? How did the fox not understand the consequences of what would happen if he died, did he truly believe himself to be all powerful? His punch certainly hurt, but it wouldn't be laying low the likes of Lottus any time soon. She felt like any argument she would give would fall on deaf ears, she wanted him to change course but judging by his reaction as the fight escalated, it was clear that the best thing she could do right now was prevent him from fighting further.

The fox would speak up, giving a defense to his actions as Zuqetta had expected; what Zuqetta couldn't expect however was exactly what it was the fox would say. She didn't understand diseases and ailments the likes of the Yakito explained, it was far too foreign to her with the extent of her knowledge being Destron Poisoning and its effects. Despite the story however, Zuqetta wouldn't relent in her stance; but while the fox spoke as if he was acting with justice and purity in mind, Zuqetta's fury would finally reach its peak.

"Sorry Jaggy-" she'd mutter, before lifting her hand and giving a snap of her fingers.

The magical veil which had been hiding her power would fade, along with the materialization of four drones which quickly spread to the four corners of the room. The drones would emit force fields at maximum capacity which spread to one another across the walls, trapping the fox with Zuqetta. She'd turn, her gaze icy as it fell upon the fox; she had sympathy for his plight, but it was clear he still didn't truly understand the situation. If he did, then he was keeping himself purposefully ignorant of the consequences; if he left, Zuqetta now had no doubt after what she'd heard that he'd simply find another place to throw his life away.

Zuqetta lifted an arm, a pule of energy, a kiai of pressure really, destroying the ceiling and roof and exposing the open sky. Then in an instant, her energy would flare around her as she adopted her golden hue, transforming into a Super Saiyan.

"She'll die either way you said?" she'd speak coldly as the air around her swirled, the sand picking up and blasting away towards the force fields, "And you would hasten that by dying yourself, is that it!?" She'd snap, "If you understand that the only reason she lives is because of YOU paying for her medical aid, then you should also understand that if you die, she dies too!!!" she'd shout through gritted teeth, "What you're doing here and now isn't for her sake, this isn't some selfless act! It's as selfish as can be, as you're not just gambling your life away, but hers as well!!!"

Maybe he hadn't realized this, or maybe he had, though if the ladder was true, this would only serve to infuriate Zuqetta further. Still, he was only a kid, and a kid going down a bad path at that; what he saw as seeking opportunity was no more than expecting hand outs as far as Zuqetta was concerned. His intent might've been to prove himself to someone with his fighting skills, perhaps land a job aside from whatever this "burger flipping" thing he mentioned was. That might've been fine, if he was going about it in a more approachable manner; instead he was here, in the slums of Sadala, looking to fight Saiyans of all things.

"Understand the threats you face with these choices." Zuqetta's would say with a growl, before releasign a breath and raising her head, "TRUELY, understand." she'd finish coldly, before vanishing from sight; the spot she once stood exploding from an invisible pressure before she'd be upon the fox.

She wasn't no time on flashy movements; though fast, her strike would be as predictable as any as she brought her fist up from down low, aimed towards the chin of the fox while a swirling light and dark magic encompassed it. It or miss, her energy would explode from her fist, erupting into a torrent of energy that would tower into the sky, reaching the pinnacle of the atmosphere before scattering and dispersing, she didn't want to launch the fox into space if he failed to defend after all.

The energy on display shook the bar, and nearly caused the drones to crack to pieces, but they'd remain strong. The amount of apologies needed would be immeasurable, but she hoped Jagaimo would understand. Zuqetta would be sure to fix the damage, though she couldn't do much about any bottles of alcohol shaking off the shelves in the front room.

Thought it lasted only a few seconds, it would seem as an eternity to others as her pillar of energy darkened the surroundings as the brightest thing nearby. The energy would eventually fade, and all would fall silent as the area steadily returned to normal. Should the fox have been over taken by the energy, Zuqetta would choose now to rush to wherever he would land in order to catch him. If he managed to repel or defend, she'd merely stand strong, looking down upon the fox with narrowed eyes, her point hopefully made.