Livelihood Invasion! Come Brawl, Tuffle [Cheri]

Nasu was surprised to hear that Cheri noticed the fact that the Saiyan was holding back anyways, in many cases. She even thanked him for it, but again that was not something he could quite elaborate in exact terms. Neither could he really pass it off, as he looked away. He did appreciate the recognition but he soon cleared his throat and decided to give her an explanation, too.

“I returned the favor. You adjusted to my level and I decided to stay on the same field.”

It was the truth. He would have felt dishonorable unleashing it all during a spar, and a friendly one at that. He was pretty okay with the loss in one way or another, it wasn’t like it was going to sting on him. She soon spoke again, implying there’d be a next time. It led him to wagging his tail a bit, somewhat happy at that sentence alone. He had been longing for somebody like Cheri for a while, perhaps. Somebody he could learn to trust, fight and... so on. If anything, this trip to Plant had apparently been the right choice. He was glad, truly glad.

“I won’t hold back, next time, then.”

He smiled at her confidently, his eyes gazing into hers. It was true, the spar wasn’t really lost. It was not a competition, but a friendly training match in a way. He could definitely feel the pain from it all, hopefully in a few hours from then he’d also begin to feel the effects of his training. He wanted to grow stronger now. Especially now that he had agreed to help the Tuffles defend their home, their very survival could have possibly been secured if he'd grow stronger. Because, sadly, he did realize there were Saiyans even stronger than him.

He couldn't fall behind, he had to keep going and battle those Saiyans one day. It would have been awkward, but if it meant defending his ideals; then he wouldn't have hesitated to do battle. Although even Nasu was somewhat nervous to ally with the Tuffles, there was plenty of work ahead. The Tuffles wouldn't just accept him that easily, of course. But that'd have been a topic for another time.

“Yeah. You’re right. I think I have learned a lot, thanks to you. Or well, perhaps I remembered things that I had forgotten. It has been too long.”

His smile died shortly after, once more looking across the lands; Cornucopia, Hatchi City? It looked like there was still plenty for him to explore, most importantly, though, he was curious about this heirloom of hers. A real, big spaceship? He had stayed inside galactic stations but never did he enjoy the pleasure of a spaceship. He didn't relate or connect with anybody who had one, neither did he have enough to afford himself one. Therefore it left him basically clueless as to what it could be like being inside one of those. According to her it offered all one could need, so hopefully he could get a good rest and feist in there.

He really could have used some good food. Some vegetables, some meat, some fruits... he could only hope and pray the Gods up there that he'd find what he sought.

“I have not ever been in a real spaceship before, besides pods. I’m curious now. Lead the way and I’ll follow.”

He prompted once more, curious mostly about the ship than Hatchi City. Again, the city interested him too but not nearly as much as the chance of eating and resting right now. So, he was quite excited. Of course visiting the city would have been next — that would be quite the ride, too.

A shirt?

At first he wondered if she wanted to get him a shirt for the mere fact they were allies or something at first, but as he looked down at himself to see what was wrong with his, he remembered — he shredded away his after it had been destroyed from one of her blasts. He would have made a noise at this, but instead he just sweated briefly. He had totally forgotten about that. Good thing Cheri didn’t mind. Or did she?

He looked at her briefly. She didn’t seem too displeased, so he guessed it was fine. But if she wanted him to get a shirt, he would have indeed done so. Or perhaps, even try and get something done by a tailor. Maybe something that could resemble the royal clothing he used to wear as the second son of a King.

Who knew. He had to think these options over a couple of times. Perhaps he’d come to a satisfying conclusion. For the moment instead, the man decided to follow her and see how bright the future could be. Or dark, who knew!