When Cussing isn't good enough

Lottus' words made sense - little point in starting any sort of romantic relationship with your fellow soldier if there was a pretty good chance neither of you were going to live to see the next year. Salvo had had it rough herself growing up in her own ways, but she did feel silently somewhat thankful that she hadn't been born one of those Plant Saiyans. Fighting to the death in a war against a bunch of little creatures who shoot gas that melts your face off, and all just for some cause you were born directly into? Hell no. Salvo wasn't all that afraid to die in combat, but if she did, she was dying on her terms, not some entitled King or Queen's.

"Well, pretty sure me mum and dad loved each other in some sort 'a way," Salvo mused as she watched Lottus snap off a tree branch and begin to fiddle with it. "Though, their dates mostly consisted 'a pillagin' 'n 'raidin'. S'pose that's sort 'a me own version 'a romantic too, though, so I guess they rubbed off on me! Gahaha!" Salvo let out another laugh, though her laughter was cut short when Lottus stuck his stick in the ground and declared they'd hunt with it.

"Eh?" Salvo mumbled as she eyed the sharpened branch. "Ye serious?" She supposed it wouldn't be much of an ordeal for her to hunt using her pistol, but... Lottus was going to be using a stick? She wasn't sure what the point of trying to hunt without ki was, anyway. It was a part of their body! It wasn't like they needed to be prepared to suddenly be without it at some point. 

Still, she'd humor him. He was practically the strongest man in the galaxy, so far be it from her to question his training methods. "Well, a'right," she somewhat hesitantly stated as she drew her pistol out from her belt, "Though, this thing doesn't actually 'ave any bullets, it just fires me ki. Helps me condense it into more powerful bursts 'n such." Instead, Salvo holstered her pistol and drew her cutlass, a fine, sharpened blade. "This 'un cuts on its own, though!" Maybe a sword wasn't the most typical weapon, but it'd work for their purposes.

"Well, yer the huntin' expert, so I'll follow yer lead. Find us sometin' tasty!"

Well, if Lottus was fine with Salvo using her gun to hunt, she wouldn't be one to complain. Although, that also meant Lottus wouldn't be allowed to complain if their meat ended up full of holes! Salvo only cared to use one setting on her gun, and it was full power! ...Okay, that wasn't true, but she got bored pretty quickly when she wasn't allowed to just blast away at full force with the thing. It was a gun! It was made to pulverize things, not act as a little pea shooter!

...She'd be fine hunting with it, though. If it was for the sake of landing herself a piece of tasty meat, Salvo could surely hold herself back.

"Eh?" the Heran raised an eyebrow and slacked her jaw slightly as Lottus asked his question. He wasn't serious, was he? He'd seriously never heard of the term 'dating' before? "No, ye old cog," Salvo said with a chuckle as she punched him in the arm. "Tis wot ye call it when ye go out on a romantic occasion wit' yer romantic partner. Like uhh, headin' out t' a movie or t' git some dinner. Or, in me own case, pillagin' and raidin'! Ain't nothin' more romantic t' me than a man who knows his way 'round a good raid."

Lottus certainly seemed like he'd know how to conduct himself just fine as a member of a pirate crew, or even as a leader. That being said, he seemed to generally prefer flying solo, or with a limited number of allies. It made sense, given what Salvo had just heard out of him. "Anyway, ye got any leads on some grub t' catch n' kill? I actually am pretty hungry, now that ye've brought it up. Could go fer some nice smoked meat!"

Salvo blinked over at Lottus. She knew Saiyans must have had it a bit rough on Plant when it came to things of leisure, seeing as how they'd been broiled in a massive war for the last, well, many generations, but he'd never even heard of movies? One of the few things of various planetary cultures that Salvo liked indulging herself in was seeing all the different kinds of films each planet produced. Some were better than others - Earth's were actually something of a hot commodity on the galactic black market, as for whatever reason, Earthlings put quite a high bit of effort into their move-making escapades. Salvo had seen some, and though they were decent, they were generally a bit too non-violent for her likings.

"Eh, I'll explain more later," was all she said out loud to Lottus' comment about movies. "Think of it like uh, a story bein' acted out by folks and recorded fer others t' watch later. That's all ye need to know." She could probably show him a movie or two, some other time. It was still quite funny to see Lottus get so flustered at the idea of anyone making romantic advances towards him, though. Had no one ever tried to get intimate with him before? Not even that Rapini lass?

"Gahaha! Yer a real softie when ye ain't fixin' t' wipe out an entire population 'a creatures, ain'tcha?" Salvo teased him yet again with a playful poke at his chest. "I don't mind me men havin' their soft spots, though. Means ye aren't always in such a serious mood 'n all. I like me a warmonger, but a warmonger what's always in warmongerin' mode? Gets old after a bit." Not that Salvo often found herself being particularly peaceful or passive either, but she still liked to think she knew how to have fun! Her fun often just ended up coming at the expense of others' lives or physical health.

In the meantime, Lottus had managed to track the footprints of the beast into a nearby gorge, and Salvo hastily rushed ahead - she was hungry! Sure enough, deep in the gorge was as he had described: a dinosaur, somewhere around twenty feet tall. A powerful beast, and surely the king of its own domain, but now that Salvo and Lottus were here, it was hardly the most threatening creature around. "Th' knees, ye said?" Salvo asked for confirmation as she cocked her gun. "Can do." 

In a flash, Salvo leaped out from their concealed spot, her weapon already drawn, and fired off two quick, precise blasts that pounded directly into the beasts' knees, blowing them out from their legs and crippling the creature! "Stick 'im good!" Salvo called out to Lottus to let him know it was his turn to strike. If his blow struck true, it looked like they'd be eating good in just a few moments!

Well, that was nice and curt! Salvo watched with satisfaction as her blasts blew out the gigantic creature's knees, toppling it and rendering it immobile, while Lottus swiftly and deftly went in for the killing strike up above. The blighter hardly even knew what had hit him! Salvo loved it. She didn't hunt very often, but there was a similar level of satisfaction to be found here as there was to besting an opponent in combat. And, unlike her opponents, Salvo could eat the thing they had just killed! Granted, it'd almost been too easy, so it wasn't as though the act quite served as a substitute for killing powerful, ki-using opponents. More a supplemental thing.

Salvo got up to her feet and dusted herself off as Lottus snapped the beast's back with his own foot, ensuring the kill even if that spear to its brain hadn't done the job. Which, from what Salvo could see, it almost certainly had. As she approached both Lottus and the beast they had felled together, she was suddenly asked if she had any knowledge of how to skin a beast and cut its meat.

"Eh?" Salvo cocked her head to the side, surprised by the question. "Well, I s'pose it can't be all that 'ard," she stated, "Though I've ne'er quite done it meself b'fore. Still, I gots me a blade 'ere, so today's a good day as any t' learn!" Without hesitation, Salvo drew forth her cutlass from its sheathe and leapt up atop the dead monster just near Lottus, and in moments, had already began deftly slicing the blade through the skin of the animal and removing square chunks of meat that she began to pile at her side.

"Cut me own dinner every now an' then, so this ain't too far flung from it!" she stated as her blade continued to work its way through the monster. "Why don'tcha git a fire goin' so we can roast this shite b'fore the flies 'n buzzards git to it, aye?" she proposed towards Lottus with a glance and a small grin over towards him. "Then maybe ye can tell me a bit more 'bout yerself as we chow down. I see th' man, and I like im, but I want t' git t' know a bit more 'bout wot makes 'im!"