Having left behind the group sparing, Cello had overheard that it was Gira's birthdate at some point in the last few weeks. While he had missed it, wholly, he had no reason to not get her something, and as such that was exactly what he'd done! Flying towards the Dragons Lands was something he'd never have imagined would be something he could do. The war between Dragon and Mazoku had gone on throughout his childhood, so the freedoms offered now were unlike anything he was used to. Still, landing by the waterfal of Fl'uud, the behemoth of a Namekian would kneel in the water and search.
Stones would be lifted out of the riverbed beneath the falls, subsequently examined and placed back down, with only red, round orbs being pulled from the liquid depths. After assembling a handful, he'd begin using his skills to lace them into a necklace; The red beads themselves gleamed like pearls, but were simple stones. A curious thing if ever there was one!
When his craft was done, he'd use his Black Cloud to fly towards the distant Mazoku Lands, eager to find Gira and try to build some kind of friendship with her. Why? For he was Mazoku, and She was Mazoku. He never needed more reason then that, but if there was? It'd be because of how hard she fought with him, when in danger, and the steps taken therein. Fiding the ship where she'd reside, relatiively easy, the Namekian would land and knock on her door.
Gira was in her brand new Imperial Cruiser's training room, its holographic technology causing the large, round room to appear like a rocky area on Planet Plant. She had loaded in several new enemies that she installed; these ones being a set of Saiyan soldiers that she got on some sketchy training sim website. She could apparently do things like set objectives and scenarios in this room, but she was still learning the basics. This Saiyan training sim came with a few scenarios, but Gira was not using them, opting to instead fight a small army consisting of a couple dozen Saiyan soldiers. She had taken down over half of their number in her base form, but the stronger ones remained, and she was beginning to get tired.
Charging the Saiyan teen, one of the Saiyan's raised a knife with the aim of burying it into her chest. Gira, however, was done playing around. With a confident roar, Gira's hair stood up on end and took on the golden glow of her Super Saiyan form. A golden aura burst outward from her body, blasting the Saiyan and his compatriots back several dozen feet. The fight was about to continue when the ship's First Officer came over the training room intercom.
"Uh... Captain Gira? We have someone knocking on the ship's main doors." Gira stopped in her tracks, mid-charge at the group of frightened soldiers.
"Computer! Pause simulation!" With that command, the entire scene appeared to pause like an old video. Landing on the ground and lowering her power to revert back to her base form, Gira looked up towards the simulations red, dusty sky.
"Can you show me the camera feed?"
"Yes, ma'am." After the First Officer's affirmative response to his Captain's request, a holographic image appeared a few feet away from Gira. It depicted the area outside of the ramp of her ship, and it appeared that her guest was Cello, knocking on the sealed blast doors. Gira smiled. Cello was one of the only Mazoku left that she still completely trusted.
"I'm heading there. He's just a friend of mine. Thanks, Blank." After that word of gratitude to her First Officer, the holographic screen vanished. Gira cleared her throat.
"Computer, end simulation." The scene around Gira vanished, giving way to a huge training room made up entirely of little white tiles. The young Saiyan exited through a side door that headed towards the ship's elevator. She stopped by a small table that contained a clean white towel and a bottle of water. Dabbing the sweat from her face before wrapping the towel around her shoulders, Gira then proceeded to drink the entire bottle of water in one go, crushing it in her hand and tossing the trash into the nearby waste bin before heading out to meet Cello.
She took the elevator to the bridge, walking towards the entrance as she hummed a song to herself, continuing to dab the towel around her face. Approaching the doors, she placed her hand on the control panel, causing it to open for her to greet her fellow Mazoku.
"Yo, Cello! Fancy meeting you here. This is my new ship. Pretty snazzy, right? Took me forever to save up for the down payment." She looked up at her vessel and grinned proudly before looking back at Cello.
"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods? Looking to train again, or is this more of a social call?"
TWC: 578
Power Level: 100,000 (Base Form)
Hit Points ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 270%
Ki Points ▰▰▰▰▰▰ 6 / 6
Momentum Points ▰▰▰▰▰▰ 0 / 6
Resources Sparking (1 / 1) Saiyan Pride (OFF) Antisense (OFF) Burning Ki (1 / 1)