Mitama Visits the Market [Invite]

"Our incorporation as a legal entity will always be tied to Sadala. That can't be avoided because there really isn't much else to the Saiyan Kingdom and I don't have any Tuffles in my pockets to see if bridging their taxes would be worth it. That means our Headquarters can go anywhere though and since the Borgos Bluffs are the primary vessel I want to dig out then this area between the two is the best. Not to mention when you take into consideration the PR benefit of cleansing Destron with a public front such as the Destron Division I'll be creating..."

    Tatsui trailed off from her lecture as her mind again began to break down into divides between business strategies for where to set up legal headquarters and the tax benefits for processing payments. She had come to a stop in the center square close to the Destron Division Headquarters where the locals were having some sort of quaint festival. Unfortunately she did not speak this dialect of poor to know what 'street food' was but she assumed it was some sort of local delicacy eaten with the hands.

    Dirty apes.

"Regardless. It's just the best place to put the Destron-relevant activities. If I had my way of it I'd have somewhere neutral to process payments where I can't be taxed but those sorts of laws might not even enter the discussion here and..."

    Before she could even finish her rather educational speech the little bastard had already begun to walk away! 'Financial acumen' he says! She fumed silently as he mentioned wanting to help one of the locals and her eyes focused on a small child-thing.

    Were they bleeding hearts now? When did Saiyans help children?

"I wasn't finished. There are levels of tax law you can't imagine but if you'd rather go help some. What is it? Tuffle? Earthling? Some sort of gremlin perhaps? I can't ever really tell the three apart."

    Tatsui was being mean on purpose. The experience in Tarbel Village had been mixed and she had yet to back so much as a cent off of the people or land here. She was not so heartless as to let a child be harmed, but she was just heartless enough to ignore them in an obviously busy part of town where their parent could likely be no more than a dozen yards away. Now Rye was going to make a scene out of helping and she was going to be here having to cringe or fork over her own hard-earned zeni to help the child.

    Then again the CEO and CFO of Tat Choy Heavy Industries being seen helping a small child was good PR. The modern individual seemed overly concerned with the well-being of others and these lower class Saiyans especially seemed involved with one another.

"You. Child with the blue-hair and the small grubby hands and the odd thing sticking out of your hair. Are you lost?"

    Her finger motioned at Mitama as she called out when a few feet away, indicating the ahoge sticking from her head and her general child-being. In fact she had said it loudly, more than loudly she had almost shouted it as if trying to draw as much attention at once. A hand propped to a hip and kind (shark-like) smile spreading her lips.

"I can supply you with, something children enjoy, a tour of a war prisoner-positive mining facility. Yes I did quite enjoy those as a child. Or no I don't have any of those so perhaps something feasible. Candy?"

    What the fuck did he just watch? That was the first and foremost thought as he watched the young biodroid place their container of money within their head. His flabbergasted expression showed easily upon his face as his lips parted slightly in a questioning manner, before he quickly closed his mouth as to not let a bug fly within it. He pursued his lips for a moment to consider what he wanted to say regarding all this as his mind worked to quantify the current situation. Once the initial shock passed he considered logically the things he had been exposed to, it wasn't like he hadn't heard of mechanical beings. He just had not seen one before, or recognized her innate nature. 

"Erm. Well. Mitama, I am Rye." The man would greet the child before shifting a glance to Tatsui, the child seemed far more intelligent then she had any right having called out the business practices of Tatsui. "Well, we are well off. We can get you food, and after, find your papa." He'd say having committed himself to the path already. He was taking this in stride, almost painfully so. He knew Tatsui might have some coy comment but would along with it regardless.