The Jaw Dropping Rematch!

Mid-morning, the sun crested on the horizon still a fair distance from it's apex above. A faint breeze blew through the bluffs, picking up bits of sand and dust before settling just as quickly. The air was still somewhat frigid from the prior night, the atmosphere of the Saiyan side of Plant always bouncing between the extremes as most desert areas did. Still, it wasn't so bad as to need a sweater, and for a user of magic such as Zuqetta, her Mana Veil kept her temperature at a constant level of comfort.

Most Saiyans would train their bodies until they could ignore such things, but Zuqetta saw no point in such a task when her magic could overcome it so easily. Her magic was a part of her, as connected to her as her Ki or her tail; any that would chastise her behavior or choice were quickly dismissed. Today was no different, as despite the efforts of Palace officials to stop her, Zuqetta was intent to take to a different task this day. She'd relegated her duties appropriately, yet there seemed to never be an end to her growing tasks; that wasn't about to stop her from what she had planned today however.

"Oh! Guess it'll be a bit difficult for 'em if he can't sense me." she'd remark, deciding to drop her Mana Veil, thus allowing her energy to flow freely.

In the middle of the Bluffs, far from any civilization, sat Zuqetta; she sat cross-legged, comfortable atop a rock pillar, one stretching lengths higher than any other around. Her attire was not that of her royal garments however, but a "blast from the past" so to speak. She was out here for one reason, a rematch! She'd called up Yakito some time prior; having long since taking note of his improved strength, she'd determined that now was the time to make amends for their clash back in the Brawlhole. As such, rather than armor fitting for the Monarch, Zuqetta opted for her old Saiyan battle armor, her inheritance from her deceased mother.

It was a simple design, much like the battle armor of most Saiyans; shoulder-less for maneuverability, a battle skirt for... well Zuqetta didn't actually know, but she had it! Stretchy and comfortable, Zuqetta almost wondered why she didn't wear it more often. It wasn't something that concerned her too much however, and as she swayed left and right in her seated position, her concern was more for the coming battle. Her tail flicked back and forth behind her excitedly, her heart began to race a bit with anticipation. It wasn't as though she hadn't gone through rather harrowing experiences in a while, but to enjoy a fight on more equal footing just for the sake of enjoyment was a luxury she rarely received!

"Hehehe, ya better hurry up Yaki-" she'd remark, her grin stretching ear to ear, "Ooooooo, I'm so excited!! I-- brrrr-" she'd continue, her personal monologue interrupted by a shiver as a cold breeze swept the area once again.