Strange Harvest [Onnio/Zuqetta]

Returning from her morning exercise, Zuqetta would come sprinting back from the saiba-wastes; quickly arriving upon the walls of the cities edge. Bypassing the slow guards and their even slower attempts at opening a gate in a timely fashion, Zuqetta would continue in a dead sprint; leaping just before making contact with the wall, and continuing her sprint vertically until the wall had been cleared. Within minutes she'd have finally made her way back home to Vennels apartment, where she assumed food would be waiting for her.

"I'm baaack!" Zuqetta called out, leaping up to the open window Onnio used for his hammock and climbing inside, "Ugh, it's annoyingly hot out today, so prepare ta wor- Onnio?" Upon entering, Zuqetta would quickly take notice of the surprising lack of sound or delicious smell of food. Moving towards the kitchen, she would pick up on the dissipating scent of breakfast, before taking notice of the dirty dishes strewn about, "Ugghhhhh, Onnio! Sis get's mad at ME when you do this!" Zuqetta complained before taking immediately to wash up the dirty dishes, something she actually took a bit of pride in.

Since living together, it had become clear rather quickly where the chores lay; while Onnio cooked the food, and Vennel paid the bills, Zuqetta had taken a particular interest in keeping their unit clean. After all, there was no trusting Onnio with such a task, and Vennel was much too busy with her mission to also be playing housekeeper.

Starting with the dishes, Zuqetta quickly became lost in tidying up the rest of the apartment before finally taking notice of the note attached to the fridge. "Eh? More of Onnio's trash?" She questioned, removing it to give it a look over, "Hmm, with a K? Well, at least it's still pronounceable." She laughed, "Planet... Fruity? Oh, Fruti! But for... what the heck is this??" She questioned as she looked at the strange symbol upon the page, "Wait... Onniooo?" She sighed, "You didn't even spell YOUR name right..." She finished, finding it impossible not to chuckle at the note before tossing it in the paper bin.

It wasn't entirely clear what Onnio had been going on about in the note, but at least she knew where he had gone; space. Vennel seemed to be no where to be seen either, in spite of it being her time off; at least, so she had claimed. "Welp, guess no sparring today." Zuqetta moaned with a sigh, "I can come too, hm? Hehe, guess I'll out then!" Zuqetta cheered, rushing to the wash room to clean herself up quickly before getting properly armored up and heading out the door.

It wouldn't take her long to be upon the landing field, and thanks to Vennels instruction, Zuqetta was quick to get the proper clearance for take off! Using the zeni she'd acquired from small time gigs out in the mercenary outposts, and low priority requests on the Sadalan official job board; Zuqetta had done plenty of work fixing up and refitting Onnio's old pod, though unfortunately it still had PLENTY of work that needed to be done to it. Her most important realized asset, had been the friendship she'd forged with the Yard Master; doing odd jobs for him had helped her snag parts much faster than if she had tried to raise the zeni for it!

"Now if only I could get that DAMN SMELL OUT!!" Zuqetta yelled aggressively as she opened the pod; its outer shell still pretty beaten up. Though she herself would have preferred immediately replacing the outside for appearances, she had so far stayed focused on making sure the thing was in working order. Yet, in spite of Onnio's belongings having long since been removed, and air recycling unit having been replaced; the smell of cheese, would not leave! Zuqetta wondered if it may have been the life support system, but replacing that was going to take a lot more zeni than she had right now.

Once in the pod, Zuqetta would quickly remove a small blue stick from a pocket hidden with her skirt. "Hmph, fashionable AND functional!" She smiled, cracking the stick as the pod door closed tight, "Good ol' freshener sticks." She began, "Please... PLEASE last the whole trip!" She pleaded before inputting Fruti into her navigational unit. The pod seemed to start up with no issue, the clacking and terrifying screeching sounds of weeks prior having finally been dealt with. Zuqetta questioned if Onnio even knew there had been a saiba-newt living in the propulsion system.

Electronics still seemed to have been a bit glitchy, and the seat wasn't at all comfortable; but all in all it looked like her pod was ready for it's first flight! Not possessing a scouter was an inconvenience, but at least her pod had a communications system! As the pod lifted up effortlessly, quickly beginning its only slightly rough ascent; Zuqetta would take to the communicator to attempt sending a message out to Vennels pod, having already made the assumption that the only reason Onnio had left was because of her.

"Hey Sis! Come in! This is Zuqetta, I've taken to orbit and am heading out to Planet Fruti." Zuqetta began, "I dunno if you're going too, Onnio left a... note, of sorts. But if you're not, just wanted ta let ya know where Onnio and I were heading!"

It was her first time using the communicator on the ship, so she wasn't sure exactly how it worked. It may have left a message, or may have been active in real time; regardless, the message was now sent and Zuqetta was free to sit back and relax. She tried not to let any inflection come through her voice, but she was equal parts terrified and excited. This was exactly what she had wanted for so many years, to leave Planet and journey afar; and though she wouldn't be heading out too far into the cosmos, it was still happening! This was the start of Zuqetta's first, grand adventure!!

As far as crash landings went, this one was a whole lot better than his last.

He was still getting the hang of Vennel’s new space pod.

The craft was a lot slicker than his, in more way’s than one, including the control profile. And he hadn’t figured out the auto-polite- just yet. This pod had some kind of Nerdist magic where he could just talk to it, but sometimes it didn’t seem to know what he wanted, like now when he told it to land gooder than last time.

When the pod then asked him what was gooder Onion replied, “I dunno, faster!”

That didn’t turn out so great. He’d slammed into Planet Fruti with such force that it made a considerable dent in the desert and turned a big circle of sand into glass and quartz, shooting up a plump plume of sparkling dust.

But still, the pod was completely intact, and there was no damage. The Landing Diagonal-sticks that flashed across the pod portal told him so.

”Welcome to Planet Fruti, Onnio.” A metal voice chimed as the pod door opened.

“Thanks!” Onnio exclaimed, diving out into the open.

He keyed the side of his helmet.

\MAIN SWITCH ON\
\SYSTEM CHECK\, \STAND-BY\

He immediately scanned for enemies, but none were around.

\SEARCHING FOR ENEMIES\
\AREA CLEAR\

But then… off in the distance, there was something.

> > >
\SIGNAL DETECTED\

It was far away. Three arrows meant the very edge of the helmet’s range, and what that was in numbers, Onnio didn’t know. But he did know what that usually meant, on Planet Plant, and not Planet Fruti, anyway.

It usually meant that someone was wearing a scouter, when they were picked up so far away. A scouter running their own search.

Taking off into the sky, Onnio headed towards the signal.

It took a while, even flying at his top speed, to reach it. There was a small fire near a huge outcropping.

Onnio put two and two together. Someone from Plant… someone making camp… Plant… camp… Vennel! Or no, maybe, Zuqetta? Did Zuqetta know how to build a fire? He didn’t think so, but she was full of surprises.

Landing, Onnio waved cheerily when he saw it was Vennel. “I guess I beat Zuqetta here!” He said, a little proudly as he went to join his friend, reaching out an arm to clasp hers.


TWC: 1431


The desert winds were all but absent, as a low blowing breeze swept by Vennel's perch. The lack of strong winds allowed her fire to create a nice tall stack of smoke that reached high into the sky, a suitable beacon for the clandestine meeting of the three warriors. Vennel's gaze turned to the sky as her scouter picked up an approaching power of over fourteen-hundred. Vennel whistled in appreciation as she tracked a burning red scar as it tore through the sky above. "Seems someone's been training!" She grinned, watching it come down hard as it plummeted into the ground, creating a large crater in it's wake. Sand and dirt was sent flying into the sky, showering the area with debris.

She wasn't sure which of the kids this was, and she had hoped that she could remain in her spot, using the signal fire as— well, a signal. Her own scouter began to detect a signal in range, and was pointing towards the newly arrived individual. "So either Zuqetta got a scouter, or Onnio was the first to arrive." It'd make sense if this was Onnio, based on the message she'd gotten from her new 'sister.' It sounded like the brash young man had left a note at home and gone on ahead, so Zuqetta was likely going to be the last to arrive.

And as if to answer her questions, as the power signature grew closer, making a b-line for her, she began to make out their features as they came closer. "Onnio!" She shouted, waving him over. The boy arrived, and in high spirits by the looks of things, too. "Seems like it," she said with a grin, responding to the boy's observation. "She should be arriving any moment n—" she was interrupted by a transmission over her scouter. As Vennel listened in, she heard Zuqetta's message, and then more? It seemed the girl had neglected to turn the transmission off. It caused Vennel to chuckle softly as she heard the girl pat herself on the back. "Yeah, seems she's just about to arrive." The elder saiyan said aloud. 

Things seemed to be going well so far, as Zuqetta narrated her actions. Trying to maneuver her pod closer to the pod locations of Onnio and herself. Onnio seemed to leave his pod behind where it landed in the desert, which would leave a considerable gap between the pod locations as her own was perched safely behind her. But suddenly, Zuqetta's transmission got hectic, as her voice raised to a frenetic shout as she curse her own attack ball. "Uh-oh," she said, as she looked up towards the sky, seeing the second crimson streak soar through it, it almost seemed to be making a spiral as it maneuvered. "Did your pod always do that, Onnio?" She said, pointing up at the cock-eyed entry vector left behind Zuqetta's wake. Her finger traced the path all the way down into the ground as it plowed a trench for itself, eventually settling in to rest. 

"We can talk about our plan of attack when we're all together. What say we go get her? It sounded like she had a rough landing," let out a breathy, nervous laugh as she began flying towards the girl. Vennel's heart had skipped a beat with— what was this strange feeling? She'd never felt it before, some sort of concern for other people. She wasn't sure if she liked it, but it worried her that Zuqetta might have been hurt on the landing. The transmission was still going, but she wasn't hearing anything from the girl either.

Vennel flew through the air, guided by her scouter's tracking on a power level over sixteen-hundred, a good deal stronger than Onnio's. That alone made Vennel feel a new sort of pride she wasn't used to either. It wasn't like it was her own power, and what did she care if the girl was surpassing Onnio?

The red clad saiyan broke her flight, and dropped down to the ground a few yards from Zuqetta's "landing" site. She easily caught sight of the girl wearing some new armor, by the looks of things. She also seemed to be breathing, which was good. "Asleep on the job already?" She called out, as she walked towards the girl with a cocky swagger, before reaching a hand out for her to help her up. "Welcome to Fruti!" She announced, for Zuqetta's benefit, and also Onnio's if he had come along.

"Ready to do a genocide," she asked aloud with a grin. 

As fun as the trip may have been, the landing most certainly was not. Free from the ball of death Onnio had once referred to as his attack pod, Zuqetta lie on the ground catching her breath; in a most literal way considering the circumstance. Ugghhh, I NEED to do something about the smell, seriously! She thought to herself as she rested, her face a bit discolored from the ordeal. She only needed a brief time to rest, however the thought of needed to use the pod to also return home slowed her recovered. Tch, why couldn't I have been given the nice new pod? Zuqetta sobbed internally in annoyance, Is this training? I feels like its actually torture... She sighed, before finally garnering the strength to roll over onto her back and away from a most undesirable spot.

Her head was still throbbing a bit, but she knew it would stop in time; unlike the nausea from the smell, physical afflictions were much easier to work past. However, as she tried to rest, something would shoot through her body; less like a jolt of electricity, and more like ice water trickling down her spine. The tip of her tail would twitch in response, beginning to fluff up in agitation in spite of the overall peacefulness of the area. The feeling forced Zuqetta to sit up, before a following similar feeling caused her to leap to her feet with a bit of a wobble. "Hrmf... jeez, don't throw up... not again..." She stated with labored breaths as she tried to maintain her balance and composure.

Suddenly, the sound of several stomping feet would circle her; along with the clattering of a material that wasn't quite metal, yet not quite plastic either. "See!? I told you it was a Saiyan! It is an invasion!" A man shouted, "Surround her, now!" In what felt like less than a second, Zuqetta and her pod seemed to be surrounded and encircled from all sides; it was an ambush, but Zuqetta was confused as to by whom.

"W-wha-? Who the heck... are you...!?" She forced out, taking up a sad excuse of a fighting stance as she did her best to keep her stomach from churning. Damn, am I in trouble!? She thought as her eyes darted between each of the individuals before her, Waaaaahhh, I knew I shoulda gotten a scouter! At least for communication! She groaned to herself as she wondered how far she might have landed from Onnio and Vennel. Due to her lack of control of the pod and the improper landed, she had likely skidded quite far, much like a rock being tossed across a lake; but with Vennel and Onnio's speed, she knew it wouldn't take long for them to catch up, she need only hold out long enough for them to arrive!

"Saiyan! Down on the ground, arms crossed behind your back, face to the ground and eyes closed!" The man shouted in a single breath, as all those who followed his orders raised their blasters accordingly, "You have illegally crossed into Frutian space! Obey our commands and prepare to be processed; disobey, and we have orders to kill on sight." He explained, his tone becoming rather sullen and soft as he did so, "You look pretty young, and I am rather opposed to harming a child; Saiyan or no." The man stated calmly, "Simply follow our orders, and no harm shall come to you. Allow us to restrain you, and we will escort you to an installation where you will be secured until processing."

At first, Zuqetta felt no reason to fight against their request; it seemed reasonable by all accounts. She had mysteriously arrived on a foreign planet, and the first inhabitants she met were cautious of her for whatever reason. It was difficult to tell what they looked like due to the armor they each wore, but it was at least clear that they were humanoid in form. From the small showings of skin around the neck where their under armor ended just before their helmet began, Zuqetta was able to make out unusual skin tones of pink, red, yellow, and blue, so at the bare minimum she knew these individuals weren't Saiyans of any kind; as if the lack of tails wasn't an indication for her. If this planet belonged to these people, then there was no reason not to follow their demands; she hadn't come here to fight after all, she'd come here to help save the planet from it's own destruction. Going along with these individuals might have helped with that cause; if possible, she wanted to ask them if they knew what inhabitants of the planet might have been causing it harm!

Slow, Zuqetta would follow the orders given; moving cautiously so as not to spark a trigger happy finger amongst the group. She moved her arms behind her back and crossed them, while dropping to her knees before slowly beginning to lower to the ground with her eyes closed; though she was curious why she needed her eyes closed at all. Two men quickly approached while the rest that surrounded seemed to take extra caution by charging the blasters they held. Why the heck are they so cautious? Zuqetta questioned as she felt the men draw near and take hold of her arms, And what the heck is this weird feeling?!!? Gaaah, I hate it, go away stupid chill! Her thoughts continued, referencing the still persisting icy water like chill that was continuing to streak down her spine remorselessly.

"Hey, enough with the tail!" One of the men beside her shouted as he attempted to remove some metal shackles from his belt. Zuqetta hardly had any control over it however; it seemed that no matter hard hard she tried, she couldn't settle it down from it's twitching and frizzing. Even though she didn't believe she was in any danger, it was as though some kind of animal instinct or urge was attempting to take over.

C'mon, calm down... calm down... there's no reason ta fight needlessly. She thought, attempting to take a deep breath to calm herself as she thought of the words Shakuhachi had once told her, I fight for fun, not to cause harm. Saiyans aren't the murderers he said we are; we protect the universe and rescue planets, yeah, that's right! So be calm...

Her efforts at first glance seemed to have been working as she used her logical mind to overpower her natural instincts; but all came to an end as one of the men attempt to shackle her grazed his gun across her tail with a whisper to his ally. "Should we even let her keep it? What's to say she-" In that moment, the instinct that had been plaguing her hand completely took over; though the man continued to speak, she heard nothing beyond that point. Hearing those initial words, she suddenly felt a danger like no other and finally recognized these individuals as her enemy.

Just as the shackles would touch her arms, Zuqetta's form would surge with power as she quickly moved her arms out of the way. Her tail would lash out to grab the man who dared to cause it harm by the neck, slamming him into the ground before flinging him far aside towards his other allies that had surrounded her. Though the shackle had managed to bind to one of her arms, the other arm remained free; and with said free arm, she would grab the second man that was beside her and slam him into the ground just before noticing every blaster around her light up a bright blueish white.

"OPEN FIRE!!" The original man would shout, showing no sigh of the remorse he had seemingly displayed prior to Zuqetta's rebelling actions. It caused her to wonder if his words earlier had just been a ploy to cause her to lower her guard; sadly, if it was, it had worked. Her own inexperience had worked against her assuming it was truly a ploy, and Vennel might have been disappointed in her. This was no time to lament her own actions however, now, it had become time to take actions.

Each of the blasters fired off without hesitation, yet as they did so, time felt as if it had slowed down significantly. Zuqetta had never felt such a feeling before, at least not in any of the significant fights she'd been in. When she fought Vocado, he had completely overwhelmed her with his power; but he most certainly didn't feel slow. When she fought Zriracha, the woman was incredibly fast, Zuqetta had only been able to keep up after transforming into an Oozaru. Most of all, when she fought Vennel, it was an incredibly different feeling; perhaps even the opposite of what she felt right now. Vennel had moved at incomprehensible speeds, so quick that Zuqetta may as well have been standing still; but now, the feeling was reversed. As Zuqetta concentrated and focused her power, it was her opponent that nearly seemed to be standing still; she was able to perceive all that was happening, now, it was only a matter of moving her body to match!

Small sparks if electricity would jolt around and arc off her body, an indication of her focused ki energy attempting to fuel her motions. It was unrefined and likely a heavy expenditure of ki compared to those who moved at even faster speeds; but for the moment it was all she could accomplish. She had trained hard to be by Vennels side in moments just like this, and she refused to allow herself to be bested so quickly upon arriving on her first mission! As the blaster shots approached Zuqetta's location, she would kick off from the ground and begin her assault; all the world around her still feeling slowed, almost as though everything was moving through water.

From the enemies perspective, Zuqetta would vanish in a flash as they rained down their shots upon her. Suddenly, she would be behind the initial man that gave the order; and with a swift kick to the back of his head, the man would be down and out instantly. "It's attacking, movemovemove!!!" One of the men would shout, causing the formation of soldiers to break as they scattered in an attempt to subdue their enemy. Blaster shots riddles the area in all directions as each individual believed they had a sight on Zuqetta, and each would be correct. With her speed, Zuqetta darted throughout the battlefield, running on all fours for increased speed yet transitioning to two legged leaps and sprints on occasion as the situation allowed. Though she still felt much more comfortable running with each limb to aid her, the fighting styles she'd been taught required her to move about properly and maintain a more disciplined stance.

"The heck do you mean, IT!?!?" Zuqetta screeched as she appeared behind the man who ordered the formation change; flipping several times in a needless but impressive display, before hammering her tail down upon the man like a bludgeon. She would quickly realize just how needless the action was however, as no sooner did she cease her high speed movement, did the blaster shots all converge upon her like hell fire. Upon striking the man, it took all of her energy just to build her speed back up to dodge the oncoming fire; it was quickly becoming clear that these men weren't just firing aimlessly, but were actually trained to attempt dealing with such high speed motions.

Yet another man would yell out, but this time, Zuqetta would not listen; it was provocation. They were sacrificing themselves through provocation, knowing, or at least believing to know about a Saiyan's short tempter. What they didn't know however, was that Zuqetta had been training herself to control her anger more so than anything else she trained. Shakuhachi believed the Saiyans to be a particular stereotype, and by the actions of these soldiers, it was possible the whole universe believed that same stereotype. It was a sad truth that she'd have to express her Saiyan way, enforcing the stereotype in order to defeat these men; but she hoped that once defeated and calmed, she could converse with them peacefully and reach a proper understanding. She didn't want it to be simply, 'Might Makes Right'; rather, knowing that the strong and weak alike were not so keen to understanding, she hoped that she could use 'Might' to open the door to proper communication, whether it be with the weak, or the strong. She didn't want to force her will, but if she needed to force them to listen, then so be it.

Stay calm... Zuqetta thought as she dashed through the enemies, Memorize their locations... She continued, mentally marking each individual as she systematically struck at those in the most advantageous positions. A Saiyan's library was much different than what one might have expected from a library. Though their were plenty of books on history and locations, it all paled in comparison to the vast expanse of literature dedicated to war and battle tactics. Since moving in with Vennel, Zuqetta had dedicated herself to not only her training, but her studies as well; learning as much as possible to be as useful as possible. Vennels hands off approach to training at first glanced seemed like an issue that would stunt Zuqetta growth; however, having free reign to train as she pleased showed not only her dedication and spirit, but also her resourcefulness and understanding. She still had a great deal to improve on, but Vennel had laid out the basics and fundamentals like no one else had, and this was enough to help propel Zuqetta to where she was now; both in a metaphorical, and very much literal sense.

Having disarmed yet another individual, Zuqetta would propel herself off of him with enough force to send the man flying back into a rock; knocking him unconscious. She would dash between enemy to enemy with the same motions, looking to completely disable the lot of them; and though her actions felt like an eternity, the whole of the battle would finally come to a close in what took no more than two minutes from start to finish. Each man had been disarmed, each weapon had been destroyed, and now the whole of the platoon laid motionless on the groan, with hardly even a groan to express the pain. Most were unconscious, but Zuqetta knew she couldn't stop there; should the men arise, they would have most certainly attempted a physical assault assuming they didn't flee.

"Hmph, to think you losers thought you could defeat an elite such as myself!" Zuqetta cheered with a smug expression, hiding the fact that she was trying to catch her breath from all the movement. Worse yet, the nausea was beginning to worsen from the ordeal, so she needed to wrap this up quickly; literally.

Moving back to her pod, Zuqetta would open a compartment to reveal some handy supplies; the current desired of which being a great length of reinforced half inch thick wiring. There was only fifteen men in total, and she had more than enough wire to bind them all. She would cut off a short bit of length with her energy, before gathering the men around a particularly sizable towering rock formation and leaning them against it. Afterwards, each of the men would be bound securely to the rock, with the length of wire wrapping around them several times to secure them in place. At the same time, she would segment what remained of the wire to bind their hands so that they wouldn't attempt finagling their way out of their time out.

One man however, remained; the leader. She did not bind him with the rest, instead choosing to bind his hands and tie him up separately before dragging him back over to her pod. It was surprising how quickly everything had been done and she was certain Onnio would have made his was to her crash site by now; and if Vennel was with him, this this was a chance to show off her amazing accomplishment! Sadly, as she neared the pod, her stomach began to act up once more now that she had calmed down so much. "Hrk, ohhh... not again..." She groaned, dropping the man within some shrubbery near the crash site before stumbling back over to her pod, "I just... took down a whole group of soldiers..." She continued, "Why is my stomach my greatest enemy!?" Falling to the ground, she would attempt to relax; by this point however she wasn't sure if it was simply nausea from the many motions or if it was hunger, she had expended a great deal of energy after all.

It would be mere moments after her collapse that she would finally hear a familiar voice chime out, causing her to roll over onto her back to give a brief wave to Onnio before looking up towards Vennel with a pout. "I'm not sleeping!" She began, before jumping to her feet with a bit of a stumble, "Hmhm, I'll have ya know! That in the time it took ya both ta fly over here, I already got started on the mission!" She would continue cockily, being interrupted by her loudly growling stomach acting up against her. It seemed clear now that it was no longer nausea from the motions, but rather from hunger of using so much energy. "Heh... my uhh, stomach got started on our mission too." She continue weakly, her face flush as she tried to hide the embarrassment from the lack of seriousness.

GAAAAAHHH, damn stomach!!! I'm trying to be serious here! Shut up!!! She chastised internally; after all, she wanted to be a proper soldier after all. At least, that was what she still believed; the days leading to this point had made her question a lot of what was right and wrong, but she still owed Vennel, and wouldn't allow her previous thoughts to plague her here. Although, what Onnio had told her during their training prior to this mission still had her thinking; the Saiyan way and it's doctrine was outdated, she would use her actions here to prove that they could still accomplish their missions without resorting to violence, even if she wasn't entirely sure what the mission was... until...

"Genocide?" Zuqetta would question with a blank expression, her lingering smile existing only in a state of confusion. She thought back to what she had read back at the library, or information center; certainly she'd come across the word, but it was never really defined. When used however, it was coupled with the Planet Busting missions, and the task of cleansing the planet of harmful inhabitants that sought to do the planet harm. The planet would become a Saiyan controlled world, and would be free from its aggressors! "Hehe, heck yeah! I'm ready!" She'd cheer, taken in by her own personal misunderstanding.

Suddenly, a blast would fire off from the angle of the shrubbery, striking Zuqetta's pod but luckily avoid all three of the Saiyans. "I knew it!! All alike!!" A man would shout, revealing himself; it was the man Zuqetta had tied up and dropped, now unbound with an energy knife in his left hand held defensively while aiming a small, low powered blaster pistol in his right. With Zuqetta's power, the pistol shot would barely have left a mark; but that would likely be only if she were prepared for it. As things stood, her senses hadn't even alerted her to his revealed presence; it was likely he was too out of sorts to even see or tell what he was doing. "All you Saiyans! Nothing but blood thirsty monkeys!!!" He shouted, attempting to aim his pistol for another shot; his stance was completely open however and his form swayed heavily from side to side, as if he were on the verge of collapse.

The same chill Zuqetta had felt before when believing she was in danger was absent, and she couldn't understand why. It was possible she was just too tired to sense her surrounding properly, but even then it wouldn't have explained the situation now, with a blaster aimed directly at them. Zuqetta was ready to strike, but her motions became sluggish; her stomach growled angrily in protest, but she at least had her guard raised. As she turned to face the individual, she would drop to a knee as the pain overtook her; he'd likely get off another shot if no one did anything to stop him, but even if he did, she'd be ready.

She could defend against it and retaliate; she'd brought this man for a reason after all, he was the leader of the small group she fought earlier, so he could be useful in gathering information on the issues with the planet. Once she could move, she would simply disarm him once again; he was clearly tired and wouldn't be putting up much of a fight after all... but that was assuming, no one got to him first...

Onnio stepped up to the corralled group of Frutian warriors, casting them with the cool orange gaze of his broad-spectrum power scanner. His visor clicked back a series of numbers that he quickly surmised -- these Frutians weren't the best he'd ever seen, but they were definitely higher than usual, almost as strong as the average Saiyan. And for a bunch of pacifists, they had gotten here very quickly and ready to fight... maybe this planet busting job would be even harder than he thought! Onnio grinned excitedly at the idea. He always relished a good fight.

"They don't look very good," Onnio said, examining their otherworldly pastel coloring. "Usually, you can tell pretty face if they're tasty. Bug people are the worst," Onnio twisted his mouth at the very idea. "Then you have the space goblin types. Those are good. I like to eat space goblin. The best is when you get them over a big firepit, but it helps if they have green blood. Green blood is the tastiest kind. It's got a kind of spicy zing to it-" He startled when he noticed one of the Fruti's trembling with fear.


"You don't have green blood, do you?" Onnio asked the terrified captive. "Don't worry. Even if you do, I can tell you probably won't be very tasty. You're not going to die that way."

The Frutian relaxed.

Onnio went on, smiling genuinely. "We're going to blow up your whole planet, soon. Or maybe just scorch it, I forget what the contract says."

The Frutian started to cry.

Onnio frowned with confusion, spreading his hands helplessly to the others. "I don't know why people get so agitated about this part." Turning back to the Frutian, Onnio explained gently. "We're all gonna die sometime. Don't you want it to be in a really neat way, you can tell others about in the Next Dimension?" Onnio thumbed his chest. "I want to die in a neat way."

Turning to the others, Onnio said, "My space pod says there's lots of good land to the south of here. I would guess we could find some food when we hit the first towns, down there."  Turning to Vennel, Onnio added, "This is your first planet busting job, so you'll really want to pace yourself. Give yourself lots of room. Stretch. Take your time. No flashy stuff. Build a rhythm. These guys are pretty strong, so we'll probably get our hair mussed a bit when we go up against their elites," Onnio smiled. "That's the fun part! I've got a special Mochi Ball surprise if the moon isn't out by then."


WC: 437


While Onnio left to continue his torturous ways against the Fruti people, it would leave only Vennel and Zuqetta to deal with the matter. Vennels silence had said it all; and it left Zuqetta crush, and broken. What point was there in a pride for a people who sought only war and hate? Zuqetta was appalled by Vennels actions, but Vennel held no remorse; as for Onnio, he seemed to treat the whole situation as a game.

Zuqetta had believed it all to be a misunderstanding; that the Frutians had attacked her simply out of an ignorant fear. Zuqetta understood now however, the Saiyans were the ones in the wrong; the Saiyans were evil...

"No... NO!!" Zuqetta would shout, "I can't!! I... I just..." She wanted to yell; she had so many things she wanted to argue with Vennel about, but it was no use. Venne was an older Saiyan; and like many other, she was set in her ways. As such, Zuqetta would fall silent; slumping over slightly with a morbid expression as she held back the tears.

"I'm leaving..." Zuqetta would say softly, before mustering the energy and conviction to turn away from her would be Older Sister. Quickly she would make her way to her pod, no longer even caring about the smell or uncomfortable seating; the pain she felt in her heart was overwhelming, like a crushing feeling she'd never before felt. Upon boarding her pod, she would make one final look outside it's small window to see Vennel had departed; no doubt to continue the purge on Fruti.

This wasn't what she wanted... If this was what it meant to be a TRUE Saiyan, then...
-Exiting Thread