Licking One's Wounds [OPEN]

It was only now that Derry realizes that they don't really need the healing tank anymore as the purple haired girl managed to heal her up. The heran then pipes up and explains that he let Slayg go originally since their fight wasn't going anywhere, but plans on making a return to kick its ass, but Derry holds his hand up and replies, "Unless you have some personal grudge against that bastard, don't bother. I'll be paying him a visit real soon, trust me." There was absolutely no way that he would let anyone, not even a dragon, get away with harming the reputation of the Dirty Snakes. The beast will pay in blood, that much is certain.

Once Kon got off of the heran's shoulder, she immediately tells Derry to get out of there, which was expected. Even after her close brush with death, she was still about as fiery as ever now that she was back in top form. He couldn't help but smile a bit after seeing Kon alright. He responds, "Yeah, from what I was seeing a few moments ago, I'm pretty sure I have every right to be in your business." Derry hast to make sure that Kon learns her lesson from all of this (hopefully), and states, "What the hell were you even doing? Do you realize what would happen if you wound up dead and became Slayg's next meal? What would happen to the Dirty Snakes?" Sure it had something to do with the power of the Dirty Snakes since Kon herself was a powerful fighter, but that wasn't exactly the only reason why he said that.

The heran suggests bringing in the healing pod despite Kon's recovery, and though Derry could see that she's in prime condition, he agrees and states, "If Kon is willing to get in the pod, by all means stick her in it." The majin pipes up and asks about free food after putting her green flame down. Derry might have to ask the grape exactly how she's able to conjure fire, but that's for a later time. It wasn't like the gang had anyone like a majin at their disposal. Perhaps they could make some great sanitation workers given their ability to absorb bodies. A crate falls from the sky, containing tons of food for the majin. At least someone else here is completely satisfied. The heran asks about the healing pod once again and Derry turns back towards Kon and asks, "You up for it, kid?"

The purple gum creature was sent into a sense of awe, a first for her, as a giant mass of a spaceship appeared above the city at their location. Judging by how carrot-top was speaking, it seemed as if THIS was the 'ship' they were talking about, and not a boat like the majin had assumed.

"That's a big ship..." Gaffa muttered under her breath.

It wasn't a few moments later before the ship sent hurtling down a large metal crate, which would crash into the trashcans Gaffa was rummaging through earlier. Orange hair called it 'food', but she was suspicious. From her perspective it was just a solid hunk of sheet metal.

Gaffa, actually paying attention to what the weird people were talking about in hopes of mentioning what made a metal box food, realized they were talking about someone named Slayg. Thinking on it, Gaffa remembered that bastard dragon who burned down her forest hideout and essentially chased her from the mountains was calling itself Slayg. Gaffa grit her teeth as she remembered, and faced the three.

"I'm going to kick that lizard's ass. Goddamn bastard of an overgrown dinosaur," the majin spoke, making fists as her anger began to boil up. "'Mighty Slayg' this and 'Fearsome Slayg' that. I hate enemies that talk too much. They need to die!"

According to Kon, she was completely healed and rested up, despite what all of her torn clothes have to say. Derry guesses that healing magic could only really go so far when restoring people's bodies. She plainly states that she doesn't need to go into the pod, and there's really no reason for Derry to force her into the pod in the first place. If she doesn't want to go into the pod, then she doesn't have to go into the pod. Her avoiding his earlier question about the whole situation with Slayg, however, went completely unanswered. Maybe it's because she's embarrassed by her failure at bringing down the dragon, or maybe she just wants to hide information from Derry. Either way, he wasn't going to get any more information out of her. Perhaps he'll have to ask Slayg when he finally gets to meet the bastard.

The purple majin gets ahold of the crate of food, though she seems to be a bit confused as to what exactly was inside the box. Does... does she not know how containers work? Before he could speak up, the heran mentions that grape over there needs to actually open the box first before she can get her hands on the food. He pinches the bridge of his nose in disbelief as the majin catches wind of their little discussion about Slayg before getting enraged. As she's barking about wanting to kill the dragon, Derry pipes up and says, "Hey now, where's the fun in just killin' the bastard. Sure I want him dead more than anythin', but that's the end of it all. You almost kill him, leave him be to recover, and do it again if he don't change his damn ways. I usually wait until the second beatdown before I decide that's enough and end him right then and there."

The heran mentions that it's really hard to argue with a saiyan due to their pride, and Derry absolutely couldn't agree anymore with him. Kon was a real handful to deal with, even when she was on death's door moments ago. The blue man does mention something about saiyans getting stronger after approaching death and recovering, and Derry couldn't help but interrupt the man and state, "Zenkai, if I recall." He's dealt with plenty of saiyans before Kon, so he was used to knowing some of the smaller details in various species. The heran, who now reveals himself as Erbia, tells Derry that if the Dirty Snakes even plan on taking down that dragon to hit him up, and Derry shakes his head. "I appreciate the offer, Mr. Erbia, but I'm going to be completely honest: I'm doin' this alone."

The orange-haired guy seemed to have noticed Majin Gaffa's confusion about the hunk of metal since he went over to it and hit a few colored buttons on the side, causing a panel to open on the container and reveal an impressive amount of food. All different kinds of vegetables were inside, such as carrots, turnips, and beets, and there was even a decent amount of packaged and/or dried meats. Seeing all of it made the majin's stomach growl loudly, the noise being vocal enough to be heard by everyone present in the alley.

Instead of diving into the food surplus and gorging out on the feast in a box, however, Gaffa was still preoccupied with her neverending hatred and anger as thoughts of Slayg continued to simply make her even more enraged. All carrot top was talking about was dealing with Slayg later, for some reason. What kind of coward bows out of a fight with a big bastard of a dragon that deserves an ass-beating?

Pinky over here had the right idea; he also wanted a piece of that dragon to beat down. But THIS coward doesn't want to kill? That's fucking pathetic! Honestly, what is with these pansies refusing to kill? If you want to send a message, rip out a throat, that's what her father would say whenever the local villagers weren't giving him the usual sacrifice in his honor. Plus, if he was going to fight the dragon, he wanted to do it alone. Gaffa couldn't sense an ounce of magical power from this earthling. What was he gonna do, punch it?

Well, Gaffa was also gonna punch it. But with a magic punch, so it's different. Yeah.

Finally, the last one to speak had the right idea. The meatbag girl was finally talking in longer sentences, showing that she was recovered enough to actually say something other than "shut up" and "I'm fine". In fact, she was gung-ho about getting revenge sooner rather than later, and from the sound of it sooner happened to be right this second. The girl leapt into the air and showed that she had the power of flight; a skill that Gaffa had yet to achieve.

She didn't want to be left behind, as she had a petty sense of vengence that she wanted to see through as well. But her stomach was still growling, knowing that tons of food was right there. The majin froze for a moment, looking at the food longingly. She wanted almost nothing more than to stuff her face at this very moment. The only thing that topped that was revenge.

"Wait!" Gaffa stretched out an arm at the flying meatbag who had just took off, attempting to grab her leg. She wasn't trying to pull the girl back down, instead she was attempting to hitch a ride off of her. Y'know, as you do.

Things weren't exactly looking too good for Derry at this point. Kon was still as disgruntled as ever, and he feels as if that little idea of a power boost is starting to get into her head. Even if she received such a power boost, doing the same tricks all over again isn't going to work despite the new power she has at her disposal. Slayg sounds like someone who could take advantage of an opponent who doesn't know much about being tactical and can work their way around people who get lost in their emotions, making Kon the perfect punching bag for the bastard. Kon clearly wasn't ready for this sort of task, not unless she can calm herself down and think about this. For now, Derry stays silent on the matter. He'll be dealing with the dragon soon enough anyway.

The majin seemed rather dissatisfied with Derry's answer in regards to beating Slayg up constantly rather than outright kill him. These majins are always such a weird bunch. One day he could come across one of the most innocent pieces of gum around, and the next day he runs into bloodthirsty psychopaths, though considering he has several bloodthirsty psychopaths in the Dirty Snakes, Derry doesn't exactly have much room to speak up. Then something unexpected happens: Kon attempts to take off and go after Slayg.

Derry stares straight at Kon as she lifts herself off of the ground, but before he could do anything about it, the majin grabs hold of the saiyan's leg as if to tag along. Maybe just like him, that grape flavored piece of taffy can't fly either. Erbia mentions that saiyans must be a real handful before being being shot by a ki blast from the ship above. Sounds like someone didn't exactly appreciate what the heran had to say. "At the very least Kon is," Derry somewhat confirms, making sure to avoid insulting Erbia's shipmate, "I worry about her sometimes. Sure she's got a power boost, but how good is that going to be against him, and can she even find the damn guy? Oh well, maybe if he's busy with that majin, Kon could do something about it. Maybe I really need to start racing towards the bastard myself."

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Majin Gaffa was not letting go of the flying girl. She kept her grip of her tight as the girl looked down at her, demanding to be released and trying to kick her hand off. Sure, it seemed like the floating meatbag was in pain attempting to lift off with Gaffa's extra weight, but that didn't matter to the majin. All she wanted to do was get a chance at killing that godforsaken dragon.

"Shut the hell up, fleshy," Gaffa sneered at the girl, probably ruining any chance she had at cooperation. Despite the majin's dislike for talking any more than what she thought was necessary, supposedly all these people understood was talking and making threats. So she was going to stoop to their level. "You think you're so great and strong after laying in a pile of trash that you can go punch a dragon and have it all work out no problem, don't you? Well FUCK YOU. That son of a fucking bitch has ruined more things than just your worthless pride."

As she spoke, her anger flared up. In response to that, her hands and feet burst with green flames, including the hand holding Kon's ankle. The fire lapped at her leg as Gaffa continued her rant.

"I wouldn't even be here, starving my goddamn ass off if it wasn't for that goddamn lizard. He came to my forest and burnt it all down, threw me around, and chased me out! And then I went through soooo much shit just to come to this fucking shitshow in the middle of the night where YOU show up pretty much dead and pre-cooked, only for THESE ASSHOLES to show up," she gestured to Derry and the ship in the sky that was flying off, "ruining my one chance at getting a decent crack at absorbing some living energy. And then you have the FUCKING AUDACITY to try and TAKE KILLING SLAYG FROM ME?"

Gaffa pulled Kon back down to her level, stretched out to grab her by the arm and pulled her down to be face to face. "Now unless you want me to eat your goddamn corpse the next time a dragon pot-roasts you, you'll take me with you so I can kill that bastard. Got it?"

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Who the hell did this purple glob of gum think she was in the first place? First she was ranting at her about something that was out of her control and-

Before she could continue that thought, the familiar scent of burning flesh first registered before the familiar pain settled it. Instinctively she tried to retract her leg from the flames, although the girl had an iron grip on her leg, so she did the next best thing she could, that was stomp on the hand until it either let her go or the flames went out. Unfortunately despite her struggle, she wasn't able to achieve any of this. Instead, Kon was forced to listen to this brat rant about her own issues while she was busy getting roasted.

As she was distracted, Kon wouldn't notice Gaffa trying to grab her arm until the familiar pain set in as her hand reached out to grab her exposed arm and pulled her down. Despite how much pain she was in from the burns, Kon did her best to swallow it down, instead starring at Gaffa, trying to choke back the tears from the agony. "F-fuck you." She managed to sputter out, voice trembling. Before this could continue though, Derry quickly broke in between the two of them forcing her to release her grip and finally freeing herself from the green flames. "You stay out of this," she said in response to Derry words as she separated herself from the others. Her newly healed body now held angry burn marks where Gaffa had grabbed her, but even so Kon was too stubborn to admit it.

"I can beat up that son of a bitch, I'm fine." She snarled at both Derry and the purple gum creature. "You didn't need to do that, I got that handled. Stop getting involved in shit that is none of your business." Kon wasn't about to admit her weakness, regardless of how much trouble or pain she was currently in. At this point, she wasn't even sure of whether she wanted to fight Slayg to begin with with how frequently she got injured. Honestly as furious as she was right now, she was exhausted. All of this had taken all the energy out of her, and despite how much she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep right here, she forced herself to stay upright and awake.