Brooding and Buying

A swift jab would come to Lottus' thigh following his antics, though it was one lacking of any hostility or threat. "C'mon! The whole point of this is ta show you're just as approachable as any other, don't go actin' like a monster!" Zuqetta would protest, brow furrowed as her right cheek puffed a bit in annoyance, "No one's gonna say you've gone soft just 'cause you can hold a proper conversation with others." she'd assure, beginning to move past the overgrown Saiyan, "But fine, I won't tell anyone... but it was your idea, lover boy heheh." she'd say with a teasing grin.

Zuqetta remained garbed in her royal attire as she ever was; though the trip was a more casual one, she hoped that it would invite familiarity amongst the populace, as opposed to two random Saiyan's mucking about, one of which being a known threat.

"I honestly didn't expect it of ya! Heh, I got a lot ta learn aboutcha." she'd remark, glancing about the many stores around, "So then, a gift for Jaggy hm? Well, ya came to the right gal! I know everything there is ta know about my bestie!!"

Unfortunately for Lottus, this couldn't have been further from the truth, though Lottus would have no way of knowing that for this trip. Jagaimo's tolerance of Zuqetta border-lined enabling, thus giving Zuqetta a false interpretation of knowing Jagaimo better than any other. Whether or not the gift they found for Jagaimo would be to her liking would truly be anyone's guess, with the only hope being that maybe the thought would be what counted most.

"Oooo! I know!" Zuqetta would exclaim, rushing up towards a display window, "What about a dress? Jaggy NEVER wears dresses, but you've seen her in her royal guard uniform, yeah? She loves finery!" she'd explain excitedly, completely missing the mark, "Let head--- uhhh"

Zuqetta glanced up towards Lottus, then back towards the door to to the business, a door barely an inch higher than her own head and not nearly wide enough for a frame such as Lottus'. She would stifle a laugh, smiling awkwardly as she looked back to Lottus.

"Ummm, how 'bout ya leave this store ta me! I'll find somethin' I think Jagaimo might like and bring a bunch of things out to ya, since it's your gift to her, you just choose what you think looks best!" she'd offer, though rather than wait for a response on the idea, Zuqetta would quickly rush inside, "Be just a moment, and remember, no breakin' nothin' or fighting!!"

And with that, she was gone, leaving Lottus to his own devices...

Throughout the conversation, there would be something that would completely go over Zuqetta's head, and it wasn't her lack of Jagaimo-centric awareness. Being the type to never open up her senses unless necessary, the presence of a nearby power a distance away would be completely missed. Though the power wasn't too great, it was certainly higher than the average Tuffle by several levels, and most notably, was undeniably Saiyan. It was something that could've been ignored, something that would come and go, until a sudden explosion rang out from afar, coupled with accompanying screams. Even Lottus would be able to take notice of Tuffles fleeing down the streets, many of which would rush by him, clearly focused on a threat that was actively attacking.

A few streets down, and a corner turn away, a battle took place without regard for those around.

"KAAAAAHAHAHAHHAAA!! That all ya got kid?" an incredibly large woman would shout,beneath her foot, a defeated Saiyan guardsman, "This all the Kingdom amounts to nowadays? Bunch of paper pushers!?"

"I-I just--" the guard would cough, interrupted as the woman added pressure beneath her foot.

"Shut it kid, ya asked my business and I said it was none of yours, that's where it ends!"

A handful more Saiyan guards, likely patrolmen, laid strewn about the street, defeated by the woman. The area was being cleared of civilians by Tuffle law enforcement, though there was clear hesitancy in actively engaging the threat. A parameter was formed, blockaded by police hover vehicles; a speaker would begin to sound off, as an older Tuffle officer spoke through the device.

"Stand down! We have you surrounded, with reinforcements en-route, this--"

"SHUT IT!!!" the woman would shout, her words bellowing through the streets, "Damned insects... you'll get yours next, be patient, 'kay?" she'd say mockingly, before removing her foot from the Saiyan beneath her and lifting him into the air by the throat, "As for you lot, why the hell are you here?" she'd ask, tightening her grip around the young guards throat, "And why... the HELL... are you protecting THESE... THESE--!"[/b][/font] There was a blind rage in her eyes, it seemed as if at any moment she would snap and crush the boy's windpipe; all the while, further law enforcement would show, and the police captain would plead to the woman to release the Saiyan.

Sayori was snapped out of her blind fury by the voice of another, causing her to swiftly turn a head in the direction of the arrival. She eyed him up and down, her previous expression once filled with rage, quickly fading. She'd take an overly deep breath through her nose before tossing the Saiyan boy away, sparing his life.

"Rodents? HAH! That's an insult to the rodents!" she'd remark, crossing her arms and looking across towards the man with a smirk, "Still, that's a good one pretty boy, gave me a chuckle." she'd state, her smile dropping, being replaced once more with a frown, "As for the Kingdom protecting this lot? Not as funny..."

Her energy began to buffet around her, her cloak buffet by the pressure emitted. Her body tensed, muscles flexing and veins pulsing despite the woman not moving an inch. The released patrolman would scurry back, inching away as quickly as he would in a panic at the display. Luckily for him, Sayori's undivided attention was now on the man before her.

"It'd explain why these cowards have become so WEAK!" she'd spit, "Hardly half the Saiyans I remember... you though?" she'd continue, eyes narrowing on Lottus as she breathed deep, feeling his energy as it flowed freely. She'd smile, lcking her lips, her tail unwrapping from her waist and smacking the ground violently enough to crack the pavement, "You're my kinda guy, bit young though... heh, heheheh, but SURE!" she'd exclaim, digging her heel into the ground as her stands suddenly spread, "Let's PLAY!!"

While it seemed at first like she would question the man, she wouldn't even take the time to ask his name. Without a moment more of hesitation, Sayori would rush the man, opening with a swift spin kick in an attempt to catch him off guard before throwing her weight behind an open palmed strike aimed for the face. She moved fast, faster than any of the Saiyans meant to keep the piece for certain and with the aggressive and decisiveness of a train military veteran, though Lottus might've noticed an odd familiarity in her movements.

Sayori's eyes narrowed, her gaze analyzing her opponent.

Hardly a flinch from the kick, and still standing from the following strike. Her eyes moved downward as her hand was slapped away, she could see the oncoming impact coming, but the speed and force behind it was far greater than any enemy she'd fought. Sayori would bring a hand down swiftly to catch the knee, her free hand up towards her torso to defend from a potential second strike, though it was quickly clear such a thing wasn't necessary. Her eyes widened as Lottus' knee pushed against her grip with ease, and in seconds the woman found herself careening through the air and towards a building.

There was no such thing as "a moments respite" in true battle however!!

Even as she flew through the air, pressure great against her back, Sayori would throw a hand out and launch a flurry of ki blasts upon the man.

CRASH!!!!

With a frame as large as Sayori's, the building that was her victim would likely need to be condemned, doubly so as without hesitation the woman would erupted from the roof four "stories" up, destroying each floor in her path. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! THAT'S the STUFF!!" she'd cheer, a sharp grin stretched across her face, "It's been years, YEEEEEEARS since I've been hit THAT hard!!"

Rather than charge at the man, Sayori would drop once more into the building; a loud thud would be paired with a sudden flare of energy from within the darkened structure before several more ki blasts would launch out from within. Following swiftly behind the blasts, Sayori her self, rushing directly upon Lottus. Despite the ineffectiveness of her previous strikes, she'd gotten a feel for just how much the disparity between their powers was. After dealing with the array of ki blasts, Lottus would find Sayori fruitlessly striking against the broader part of his torso, seeking to circle him to avoid subsequent retaliation.

Her energy was gathering with each strike however, her hands steadily becoming wrapped in a thin veil of ki as she hit harder and hard, quite obviously seeking to draw blood. She was the one in danger, yet she smiled like a maniac, enjoying each strike she threw out, "Hehehehehhh, C'MON!! I know y've got a LOT more in ya!!" she'd challenge, "I can FEEL it, y've got somethin... somethin' MORE!!!"

She could feel it, her muscles tensing, the heat within her building, yet the man before her was as an immovable wall. She felt his sneer, the girth of his power resonating from his figure. Even the dragon she'd fought on Earth paled in comparison, and this man hadn't even become an Oozaru! Then it came, her attacks were completely shrug off; the man reached forward, quickly catching her head as she made another step, failing to evade. She was a trained soldier, but it was ever clearer that so too was he.

His grip-!?

She sought to pull away, but found the grip he held to be far superior; finally she could understand what this difference on power amounted to. She grit her teeth as she was pulled in, feeling her skull bashed against his in a manner that felt like she'd rattled every bone in her body, but at least she would bite her tongue off. The man wasn't done however, lifting her up before quickly slamming her downward; Sayori's tail would reach out, wrapping around the mans arm, but she would still find herself indented into the pavement.

For a moment, she went slack, her tail unraveling and dropping with her; but as the man backed away, he'd be able to hear a muffled laughter coming from her hidden face.

"Keekekekeee--" Sayori would roll over onto her back, a bloodied nose and forehead, but a cheesy smile across her face, "Hahahahahaaa!!! Ohhhh, damn, yeah, ain't no way I'm matchin' THAT!! Ya got me beat kid!" she'd laugh, bringing a hand up and rubbing away the blood that trickled to her eyes, "All of hell can't match your strength-"

She would lean forward, seeming at first as though she'd stand up; instead, she'd somersault backwards before stopping with her hands beside her head, then jumping quickly back to her feet with a bit of a wobble. She rolled her shoulder, then her neck, a loud pop coming from the ladder before she'd give a relaxed breath and look back to the man.

"-but, if you're willin' ta humor me, heeheheh, I can show ya somethin' REALLY fun~" she'd remark with a sharp grin, pulling both her hands to her side as energy began to steadily pour to her palm, "How 'bout it? Think you can handle it?" she'd tease, playing of the man's own taunt.

"Hahah! Indeed ya ain't, my apologies-" Sayori would respond with a sharp grin, "Much to big and meaty ta be some kid, heheh, hell, if that's the case, maybe we can get ta know each other a bit more... personally, after this!" she'd say, giving a hearty laugh before she backed away and begin to rise into the air.

Purple energy sparked and raced across her form wildly and uncontrolled, eventually pooling itself to her palms. Her biceps began to pulse unnaturally, gaining in girth, her entire body beginning to follow suit as her energy steadily began to climb as if she was accessing a muted Oozaru form without the transformation. Blood vessel protruded, the air around her shook as a gust picked up from her rise in power; her cloak bellowed in a self contained wind, her tail giving one last smack of the ground before she'd leap high into the sky.

She crumpled her stance slightly, her arms pulled back behind her as her power erupted around her.

"Well then-!!" Sayori would shout, "Ya showed me yours, ya damn immovable wall!" she'd laugh, "So how 'bout I show ya mine now!" she'd yell, the purple energy around her forming a steadily growing unstable sphere, "Be warned! If ya ain't prepared for this? Heheh hahahahahaaa!! Ya might just die!!"

She laughed with an unfettered personal glee, excited for whatever might've happened next. She didn't know exactly what the man before her had hidden, but she knew he had something. He still had his tail, so going Oozaru was absolutely an option, but it was clear he didn't have to do so... yet! Still, she knew he had more, while it was rare, Sayori had heard stories of warriors attaining a power similar to Oozaru, yet different. As if all the power of the Oozaru had been contained and compressed within their usual form, with all their wrath on full display to the detriment of those around.

Considering the might of this man, she was certain he could do it, he could unleash the mighty Oozaru's power without changing his form... but what Sayori had, was something different than even that!

"I'll say it now, you ain't dealing with the average Saiyan warrior!!!" she'd shout, the energy around her pulsating once more as a swift glean of gold trickled through briefly...

Sayori would laugh hearing the mans response, her tail whipping behind her wild and excitedly, "HA! Very well then!" she'd shout, her words acting as the final push of her charging power.

The energy that pulsed around her would expand greatly, the ground well below shaking, pebbles of debris rising. Then suddenly... it would stop. The terrible vibration in the atmosphere would cease, the pebbles dropping right back down as the energy seemingly vanished. One with a keen eye would see however, a much more controlled clear bubble of energy then retracted, compressing around her form until it was eventually absorbed. Sayori took a long drawn breath, as she released, the purple energy would return, but only in the palm of her hands, albeit as unstable as ever.

She close her eyes; any with a sense for energy would feel what came next. A doubling, then tripling, then quadrupling of power; was she accessing a wrathful form of her own? The wisping golden energy around her form suggested not, it suggested a rather obvious thing to come. Her already raised energy would double again, the attack head in her palms expanding wildly before her energy exploded around her once again.

The shaking of the world would start right back up, unnatural clouds forming above as lightning struck out, damaging buildings around. What few Tuffles remained, most all law enforcement, had chosen now to escape, the sight all too familiar to them. Finally, Sayori would open her eyes once again, gazing down upon Lottus with a grin.

"Like I said-!" she'd shout, the ground beginning to rumble once more, "You're not dealing with the average Saiyan Warrior!" she shook her head, beginning to laugh, but would quickly stop with a breath. She raised her head, as if putting on a more regal air before continuing, "I have ascended beyond that of ANY Saiyan!!" she'd yell, a pulse of energy bursting from her as her already eight times higher energy would seem to suddenly double yet again, and then rise further, "And this, THIS is the power I wield--!!"

On cue, her eyes would shift to a rather bright blue, her hair rising into the air before flashing as she shifted into a brilliant gold, falling gently behind her with a new eternal lift to it. She adjusted her stand one final time, the energy in her palms now far beyond even her control. She had shifted into the stuff of legend, a thing unheard of--!! At least, from the era she'd come from...

"My name, is Sayori Dreadwyrm!" she'd announce, her introduction as dramatic as could be, "And I, am the Legendary Super Saiyan!!!"

She reeled back, her concentrated energy swirling wildly before she'd throw her arms forward, "GALICK GUN--" an incredible flash around her as her attack was unleashed, following suit, a massive torrent of energy would burst forth from her form, "FIIIIIIIIIRE!!!!!!!!"

Wind raged as energy rushed in all directions, the majority of which directed towards the man well before her. Sayori kept the power flowing, her eyes narrowing as her senses focused. He was still alive, pushing back even, something that brought a smirk to Sayori's face; but then, the unthinkable. Where she expected him to dodge, or perhaps take on that Oozaru adjacent state to match her might, instead, her attack would be sent careening into the sky. She ceased her funneling of power, witnessing her attack as it went skyward and erupted.

She gave a breath of relief, shrugging at her failed attempted before turning her gaze back towards the plume of dust down by the man before it was abruptly swept away by his own power. A golden glow that shone bright, brighter than the sun above that now basked over the both of them.

"Heheheh HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! Amazing!!!" Sayori would exclaim, "The first, eh? Of this new generation? Damn! Betcha you're the envy of all the gals, eh? Gotta fight 'em off with a stick?" she'd laugh, clearly unfazed despite the incredible difference in their strength. Truly if the man before her wanted her dead, she'd be dead, "Can't say I ain't surprised though, took me damn near ten years fightin' in hell ta achieve this, another five ta master it before I got out. Yet here ya are all gold and shit, WELL beyond me, hahaha!"

Sayori's demeanor was one of genuine interest, she was more than impressed that someone so young had already achieved the form she worked through death to achieve. Crossing her arms, it was clear by her approach and posture that she had no intention to fight further. She was outmatched and she knew it, but this didn't upset her; she hadn't been able to go so out of control in a while, and the smile plastered across her face showed just how much fun she'd had.

"Heh, I concede, ya ain't gonna get nothin' greater from me." she'd remark, her grin then settling as she looked at he man with a perplexed expression, "Still, ya got a lot ta learn! Ya weren't quite dramatic enough there, transformin' and whatnot? That's the part where ya give your own name! Let it strike FEAR inta your enemies!" she'd explain, giving the man a firm pat on the back, "Ehhh, but if yer helpin' these rodents, guess ya ain't interested in makin' anyone fear ya, eh?" she'd remark, gesturing with her thumb generally towards the city before realizing their audience was gone, "Huh... ehhh, they weren't no fun anyway, now, what's this about someone lookin--?"

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING!?!?!"

Sayori had been ready to ask the man what he meant by his last statement, only for her question to be interrupted by a rather shrill voice that pierced the air. Sayori winced, bringing a pinky to her ear and scratching as close to the ear drum as she could to dull the sudden pain. She looked over to where the voice had come, seeing a rather small girl in an uncomfortably bright pink outfit, someone who'd just turned the corner it seemed, a few bags in hand with who knew what.

Her first assumption was that this was another Tuffle, the lack of any energy to be felt and the girl's small size made it seem as such. The black hair and eyes gave away well enough that it was a Saiyan however, if the incredibly long tail didn't already.

"Heh, who's the shiny twerp? Your kid?" Sayori would remark, nudging the man beside her with her elbow before she'd lower back to the ground, "What, was today "bring your kid ta work" day or somethin'?"

"Seriously!! Look at all of this!" Zuqetta would exclaim, "How am I suppose ta explain this ta Cheri?!!? She'd gonna be PISSED!!!" she'd waste no time rushing up toward Sayori and Lottus, her gaze narrowing on Sayori for only a moment before she turned her attention to Lottus, "And who is SHE!? Ya can't just go around-- I mean, the heck would Jaggy say if she saw you, huh?!" she'd shake her head, focusing on the situation at hand, "I KNOW this was mostly your fault! Look at all this destruction!! Gaaaaaahhhhhh, Lottus! Whhhhhyyyyyy!?!?!?!"

Zuqetta was clearly more than a bit annoyed, her tail beating the ground in frustration, but she saw no point in berating Lottus any more than she already did. She glanced around, taking a breath to calm and tried to focus on the positive; their destruction had mostly been contained to a city block, so it wasn't like all of Hatchi had suffered. This certainly wasn't going to bode well for their reputation however, but as far as she could tell, Lottus really had held back.

As Zuqetta was ranting and raving, Sayori's eyes narrowed; there was something familiar about the girl. The outfit she wore was especially garish, but it was what she saw past that, that began to resonate with Sayori. Familiar fluffy hair, so small and rufflable, a long tail even longer than the little girl herself; then there were the gestures, and the manner of speech...

Sayori's eyes widened, her hands lifting slowly as her mouth fell agape. The girl then mentioned the mans name, one she'd heard from Potate so long ago; as brash as she was, she was no idiot, putting two and two together was as simple as could be. Nothing had left her at quite a loss for words, she looked back towards Lottus, surprise, pride, and utter glee all growing on her face at once before she turned back to face the girl.

"Zuqetta?"

Zuqetta would huff, still calming down before glancing up towards the mystery woman, "Yes? I mean, I wear my royal attire for a re--"

Before another word could be said, Zuqetta suddenly found herself rushed into a hug by this giant; dropping her bags as it seemed the giant would nearly squeeze the life out of her.

"GYAH!! W-What is--!?"

"HAHAHAHAAAA!! My baby girl, I found you at last!!!" Sayori would exclaim, her voice bellowing through the streets.

"W-Wuh--????"

Sayori spun with Zuqetta in her arms, her tail smacking the ground firmly as she came to a stop, holding Zuqetta out under her arms to get a better look at her.

"It's you, it's really you! Ya hardly look a lick different than the day I left you with your father!" she'd remark, fidgeting with Zuqetta as she tried to inspect every inch of her, "You're so small, so slim, what's going on!? Are ya eatin' right kiddo?? Wait, how old are ya now?? Maybe I wasn't in hell as long as I thought, ya can't be more than nine or ten!"

Zuqetta's face reddened at the remarks, her tail frizzing, she'd had MORE than enough. Along a sudden burst of power would be an iconic flash of light for the third time today in Hatchi. Sayori barely had time to react before Zuqetta would free herself from the oversized womans grip, and in a sudden midair spin, would bring her tail down upon the back of the woman's head, not only once, or twice, but three times, dropping her in an instant.

The woman slammed into the ground, an indention of her form made in the pavement; her Super Saiyan form fading as she slowly fell unconscious, giving a few final words... "That's... my girl..."

Zuqetta would land, clearly exasperated before turning her attention to Lottus once again with a bit of panic, "Who the HECK was that!?!"