Post by Yakito on Feb 12, 2024 18:01:57 GMT -5
Well, that little escapade in the Brawling Hole didn't go as planned. He was expecting to meet some resistance given the size of his bet, but the LITERAL SAIYAN QUEEN wasn't the person he wanted to see at the other end of the ring. For the liege of a boorish warrior culture, she certainly was quite the character - a empathic, quasi-mother hen figure wasn't one you'd expect ruling over the Saiyans.
The life lessons were alright, but Yakito's pockets weren't any heavier than they used to be, or at least not enough to his taste; he needed to find some sort of scheme to make some zeni and fast, lest his ma would pay the price for his foolish outing at the other side of the galaxy. The androgynous vulpine femboy muddled his quandary for a short bit and came up with an interesting solution: Why not make some money off the many drunken oafes loitering around the Radditsu District? All he needed was a bit of pocket change. Yakito quickly rummaged his pockets and produced a one hundred zeni bill from it.
"Looks like I'm in luck~" The short lad muttered with a grin before hopping to a high vantage point where he roared with delight to solicit the passerby's attention. "A HUNDRED ZENI TO WHOEVER CAVES MY SKULL IN! I AM BUT A LITTLE FOX~" The Zoan wagged his bill around provocatively, his countenance all smug. Almost instantly, a crowd of boisterous Saiyans began to conglomerate around the building where Yakito was standing. Satisfied with the results of his scene, the fox hopped off the ceiling and landed in the middle of the crowd on a fist and a knee before straightening himself up to make his knuckles sing. "Who's first~? If I beat you up, I strip your purse clean; a fair compromise, nay?" That wide-fanged grin of his didn't deter the Saiyans in the slightest. Not caring for the likes of stupid rules, they came for him all at once.
...
Now standing atop a pile of defeated warriors in battle armor covering almost all the colors offered by the spectrum, Yakito wiped the sweat beading across brow. The wee lad was a bit bruised and his tiredness was mirrored by the quick heaving of his chest, but this wasn't enough for him to drop that huge smile of his as he counted the stack of zeni he had rightfully earned. "Five hundred, six hundred... seven hundred!" Not a huge profit, but it was better than nothing; he could always head to that Tuffle city to sell all these scouters for parts.
The life lessons were alright, but Yakito's pockets weren't any heavier than they used to be, or at least not enough to his taste; he needed to find some sort of scheme to make some zeni and fast, lest his ma would pay the price for his foolish outing at the other side of the galaxy. The androgynous vulpine femboy muddled his quandary for a short bit and came up with an interesting solution: Why not make some money off the many drunken oafes loitering around the Radditsu District? All he needed was a bit of pocket change. Yakito quickly rummaged his pockets and produced a one hundred zeni bill from it.
"Looks like I'm in luck~" The short lad muttered with a grin before hopping to a high vantage point where he roared with delight to solicit the passerby's attention. "A HUNDRED ZENI TO WHOEVER CAVES MY SKULL IN! I AM BUT A LITTLE FOX~" The Zoan wagged his bill around provocatively, his countenance all smug. Almost instantly, a crowd of boisterous Saiyans began to conglomerate around the building where Yakito was standing. Satisfied with the results of his scene, the fox hopped off the ceiling and landed in the middle of the crowd on a fist and a knee before straightening himself up to make his knuckles sing. "Who's first~? If I beat you up, I strip your purse clean; a fair compromise, nay?" That wide-fanged grin of his didn't deter the Saiyans in the slightest. Not caring for the likes of stupid rules, they came for him all at once.
...
Now standing atop a pile of defeated warriors in battle armor covering almost all the colors offered by the spectrum, Yakito wiped the sweat beading across brow. The wee lad was a bit bruised and his tiredness was mirrored by the quick heaving of his chest, but this wasn't enough for him to drop that huge smile of his as he counted the stack of zeni he had rightfully earned. "Five hundred, six hundred... seven hundred!" Not a huge profit, but it was better than nothing; he could always head to that Tuffle city to sell all these scouters for parts.
PL: 70,000 -> 38,000 (Yakito is in his Base form.)
Training Weights are used to set Yakito's PL to 38,000. This is a reflavor to represent the wounds he sustained.
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Utility Items: Training Weights [ACTIVE]
WC: 435
TWC: 435
Training Weights are used to set Yakito's PL to 38,000. This is a reflavor to represent the wounds he sustained.
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Utility Items: Training Weights [ACTIVE]
WC: 435
TWC: 435