Post by Pracross on Apr 26, 2021 22:15:30 GMT -5
WC: 1826
When Pracross had made the arrangement with his mother to take to space in hopes of finding a mentor, the boy could never have expected it would have turned into quite the endeavor. Nearly four months and five planets later, the Saiyan came to the conclusion that his planet hopping should be put on halt for a week. After so long of travelling across the stars, home sickness was starting to hit, enough so that it was weighing on him. Sure, the boy had made something of a home on Namek and Earth, but his true home will always be Plant, war or not.
Hurtling towards a planet in crash landing was starting to feel more and more familiar, enough so that the Saiyan was getting better and landing the assault pod without error. Unlike on Namek, the boy would make sure to avoid landing in enemy territory. While the boy hated the war and what it stood for, he knew that landing in Tuffle domain was suicide, so instead Pracross opted for landing in the deserted wastes, just outside of his home town of Tarbel. As the front of the pod opened, the boy wasted no time climbing out and turning the pod back into capsule form, quickly pocketing the device and making haste to his old home.
Flying about on Plant again was like a pleasant memory. Floating around the skies during the night was one of the few times you'd catch the planet cooling down, and while the cool breeze was always pleasant, it was dry as well, meaning one could easily get sick if they were careless. Luckily, Pracross was able to shift his scarf into place to cover his face and prevent the cold from nipping too much at him. If the relaxing feeling of the cold weren't enough to bring the Saiyan peace, being on a planet where the gravity was higher than a magnitude of twenty was wonderful, but being back at the full 100 was even better. It made for a nice treat after so long of feeling so weightless on other planets. It was like a strange, sentimental welcome back gift.
A short flight later, Pracross landed at the doorstep of the small household towards the center of Tarbel. Walking up the old, creaky steps, the Saiyan couldn't help but be stunned at seeing his home again. Being gone so long had left the boy without a place to run back to. For the past four months, Pracross was living in his pod, save for the few occasions where a kind inhabitant would open up their homes to him, and even in those special cases, he had turned down most of the offers. However, now he was home, the only place in the entire universe he could be accepted without feeling he had to leave as soon as possible to get out of the way. As much as the teen wanted to enjoy the moment, he knew he wanted to see the face of the person who lived here even more. Putting the reminiscing on hold, the boy held his arm up to the door and gave a hesitant knock. A minute passed by, perhaps even two, but after some time, the door unlocked and a figure opened up the door, revealing the boy’s favorite person: Cassana, Pracross’ mother.
“Poocoo?” She whispered, her eyes tired from the rest she had been woken from. “Hey mom.” The boy said, giving but a shy smile. The Saiyaness smiled back, far wider and with twice the excitement. The woman threw open the door, revealing Cassana in full. She was dressed in Earthling sleepwear, a typical button up shirt and drawstring pants made of light fabric. They were in a soft blue, her favorite color. “Please, come in, it’s freezing out there.” The mother commanded, grabbing his hand to guide him in with a gentle pull, accidentally dragging him with an unexpected force.
Closing the door behind the boy, Cassana smiled and looked her son up and down. “Look at you, you’re so much stronger!” The warrior said, resting her hands on the boy’s soldier. “I can’t believe it, you’re gone for such a short time and you’ve already gotten so strong.” Pracross gave the woman an awkward laugh and rested a hand on hers, looking up to meet her gaze. “Yeah, you wouldn’t believe what I’ve been through these past few months. I got my first battle scar!” The Saiyan said, winding up his enthusiasm. The statement earned wide eyes from the old soldier, throwing up fists to show her excitement. “Hell yeah, that’s my boy! Kickin’ butt across the galaxy!”
As the two passed by their greetings, Cassana would offer the boy some of her recent hunt, happy to give up the rest of her meat. The boy had skipped out on eating during the trip to Plant, which left him with quite the grumbling tummy. To top off the meal, Cassana made two cups of tea to relax with in hopes of going to bed shortly after the two caught up. Two empty plates later, the two found themselves in the sitting room of the house, enjoying their drinks while talking about Pracross’ adventures in space.
“And they called you ‘mortal?’ Did they think they were gods or something?” The Saiyaness asked, prompting a shrug from Pracross. “I’m not sure. They looked like Konatsians and a Majin to me. Hell, one of ‘em looked like a Saiyan, so I’d bet they’re just some god complex jerk wads.” Pracross shifted his legs over as he spoke, growing restless as he told his tale. “Even so, I’m glad you managed to get out of that situation, even if your pride was telling you to keep going.” The boy nodded and stared down at his cup, eyeing the steam of the drink as it rose up to the roof. This entire time, Pracross had been talking about himself, but he had yet to hear anything of home. Looking up at the Saiyan, Pracross began to lean forward in his seat. “So how’s everyone else? Dandi, Leece, Sorbel? How have you been?”
The mother took a moment to process this thought, closing her eyes and taking a sip of her tea as she seemingly delayed the conversation. “Well…” She started, heaving a sigh. “Your friends, some of them, have joined the war.” Pracross could feel something get stuck in his throat at that comment, leaving the boy to hide his upset feelings over the matter behind his cup of tea. After managing to loosen his throat enough to speak again, the Saiyan looked over at his mom, setting his cup on a nearby table. “I can’t say I’m surprised…” Pracross muttered, causing him to slide back into his seat. “Are they at least being safe?” He asked, leaving the Saiyaness to process the thought.
“Pracross, I think there is something else I should mention.” Cassana said, cutting the conversation down. “Oh, uhm, sure.” Pracross said, resting his hands in his lap. Something was wrong and it didn’t take a super genius to see it. The way his mother was slowing down at the mention of his friends… Were they in danger? “I don’t know where your friends are or where they got assigned, I don’t have the time to keep track of them manning my battalion.” Cassana stopped there, leaving her son with a moment to process what she had just said. The mother had expected the boy to act out about the news, maybe ask questions or scream at her but the boy just fell to a complete stop, staring at the woman with wide eyed.
“B-battalion…?” Pracross muttered, his lip now quivering as of finishing the word. “Yes. Battalion. I was called to enlist.” The Saiyaness confirmed, grabbing her arms as she slid to the edge of her seat. “Look, you have to understand, the amount they promised to pay me if I came back was massive, I couldn’t not accept it.” Cassena said with a big smile and a chuckle, hoping to garner a positive reaction from the boy, but Pracross just sat in silence, staring at the lady before him. “Poocoo, I promise I’ll be fine, I’m not going to the front lines myself.” Still no response. The teen just starred, his eyes watery from the sudden rush of emotion that was starting to build up in him.
Standing from her seat, Cassana put her drink down and began to approach the boy, which was the first thing she had down to elicit a response from Pracross. Jumping to his feet, Pracross held out an arm, showing he didn’t want her coming any closer. “Pracross, please-” Cassana started, only to be cut short by her son. “You lied.” Muttered the boy, causing the woman to stop in place. “You broke your promise to dad.” “Pracross, no. Listen to me-” The boy interrupted again. “No! You said you wouldn’t go back. You promised me and dad that you wouldn’t go back.” The Saiyaness pushed the boy’s hand away and tried to remove the gap, but Pracross pushed passed and advanced to the door.
“Pracross, stop!” Cried Cassana. The boy listened, pausing for just a moment to listen to her explain. “I couldn’t do it. Sitting here in this empty house and doing nothing. You and your father were the only thing I had to look after and now that both of you were gone, what else was I supposed to do? Do nothing while everyone else I know goes away, hides, or dies? Do you know how frustrating that is?! I’ve been pulling my hair out, going crazy thinking about how I could lose you or anyone else in this war, so I had to join, I had to!” Silence overcame the house, leaving the two to stand without meeting eyes. The only sounds to fill the room was the occasional swallow one would make in hopes the other would or wouldn’t speak, leaving them to contemplate their next thoughts.
Pracross managed to break the silence, speaking softly as he turned back to face his mother. “I’m going out.” The boy opened the door and stepped out without another word of conflict between the two. Now, the night was all Pracross’ to take in. He could go anywhere in the world if he was brave enough, and as it stood right now, he wanted to be anywhere by home. Lighting up his aura, the boy took to the sky and flew even faster than when he flew home, covering what felt like all of Plant in a night. Over the wastes, over the forests, over the cities, flying for hours and hours until the Saiyan couldn’t fly anymore, leaving him to crashland in the deserts outside of Tarbel town, refusing to move in his exhausted and tired state, leaving him to sleep in the sands for kais know how long.
When Pracross had made the arrangement with his mother to take to space in hopes of finding a mentor, the boy could never have expected it would have turned into quite the endeavor. Nearly four months and five planets later, the Saiyan came to the conclusion that his planet hopping should be put on halt for a week. After so long of travelling across the stars, home sickness was starting to hit, enough so that it was weighing on him. Sure, the boy had made something of a home on Namek and Earth, but his true home will always be Plant, war or not.
Hurtling towards a planet in crash landing was starting to feel more and more familiar, enough so that the Saiyan was getting better and landing the assault pod without error. Unlike on Namek, the boy would make sure to avoid landing in enemy territory. While the boy hated the war and what it stood for, he knew that landing in Tuffle domain was suicide, so instead Pracross opted for landing in the deserted wastes, just outside of his home town of Tarbel. As the front of the pod opened, the boy wasted no time climbing out and turning the pod back into capsule form, quickly pocketing the device and making haste to his old home.
Flying about on Plant again was like a pleasant memory. Floating around the skies during the night was one of the few times you'd catch the planet cooling down, and while the cool breeze was always pleasant, it was dry as well, meaning one could easily get sick if they were careless. Luckily, Pracross was able to shift his scarf into place to cover his face and prevent the cold from nipping too much at him. If the relaxing feeling of the cold weren't enough to bring the Saiyan peace, being on a planet where the gravity was higher than a magnitude of twenty was wonderful, but being back at the full 100 was even better. It made for a nice treat after so long of feeling so weightless on other planets. It was like a strange, sentimental welcome back gift.
A short flight later, Pracross landed at the doorstep of the small household towards the center of Tarbel. Walking up the old, creaky steps, the Saiyan couldn't help but be stunned at seeing his home again. Being gone so long had left the boy without a place to run back to. For the past four months, Pracross was living in his pod, save for the few occasions where a kind inhabitant would open up their homes to him, and even in those special cases, he had turned down most of the offers. However, now he was home, the only place in the entire universe he could be accepted without feeling he had to leave as soon as possible to get out of the way. As much as the teen wanted to enjoy the moment, he knew he wanted to see the face of the person who lived here even more. Putting the reminiscing on hold, the boy held his arm up to the door and gave a hesitant knock. A minute passed by, perhaps even two, but after some time, the door unlocked and a figure opened up the door, revealing the boy’s favorite person: Cassana, Pracross’ mother.
“Poocoo?” She whispered, her eyes tired from the rest she had been woken from. “Hey mom.” The boy said, giving but a shy smile. The Saiyaness smiled back, far wider and with twice the excitement. The woman threw open the door, revealing Cassana in full. She was dressed in Earthling sleepwear, a typical button up shirt and drawstring pants made of light fabric. They were in a soft blue, her favorite color. “Please, come in, it’s freezing out there.” The mother commanded, grabbing his hand to guide him in with a gentle pull, accidentally dragging him with an unexpected force.
Closing the door behind the boy, Cassana smiled and looked her son up and down. “Look at you, you’re so much stronger!” The warrior said, resting her hands on the boy’s soldier. “I can’t believe it, you’re gone for such a short time and you’ve already gotten so strong.” Pracross gave the woman an awkward laugh and rested a hand on hers, looking up to meet her gaze. “Yeah, you wouldn’t believe what I’ve been through these past few months. I got my first battle scar!” The Saiyan said, winding up his enthusiasm. The statement earned wide eyes from the old soldier, throwing up fists to show her excitement. “Hell yeah, that’s my boy! Kickin’ butt across the galaxy!”
As the two passed by their greetings, Cassana would offer the boy some of her recent hunt, happy to give up the rest of her meat. The boy had skipped out on eating during the trip to Plant, which left him with quite the grumbling tummy. To top off the meal, Cassana made two cups of tea to relax with in hopes of going to bed shortly after the two caught up. Two empty plates later, the two found themselves in the sitting room of the house, enjoying their drinks while talking about Pracross’ adventures in space.
“And they called you ‘mortal?’ Did they think they were gods or something?” The Saiyaness asked, prompting a shrug from Pracross. “I’m not sure. They looked like Konatsians and a Majin to me. Hell, one of ‘em looked like a Saiyan, so I’d bet they’re just some god complex jerk wads.” Pracross shifted his legs over as he spoke, growing restless as he told his tale. “Even so, I’m glad you managed to get out of that situation, even if your pride was telling you to keep going.” The boy nodded and stared down at his cup, eyeing the steam of the drink as it rose up to the roof. This entire time, Pracross had been talking about himself, but he had yet to hear anything of home. Looking up at the Saiyan, Pracross began to lean forward in his seat. “So how’s everyone else? Dandi, Leece, Sorbel? How have you been?”
The mother took a moment to process this thought, closing her eyes and taking a sip of her tea as she seemingly delayed the conversation. “Well…” She started, heaving a sigh. “Your friends, some of them, have joined the war.” Pracross could feel something get stuck in his throat at that comment, leaving the boy to hide his upset feelings over the matter behind his cup of tea. After managing to loosen his throat enough to speak again, the Saiyan looked over at his mom, setting his cup on a nearby table. “I can’t say I’m surprised…” Pracross muttered, causing him to slide back into his seat. “Are they at least being safe?” He asked, leaving the Saiyaness to process the thought.
“Pracross, I think there is something else I should mention.” Cassana said, cutting the conversation down. “Oh, uhm, sure.” Pracross said, resting his hands in his lap. Something was wrong and it didn’t take a super genius to see it. The way his mother was slowing down at the mention of his friends… Were they in danger? “I don’t know where your friends are or where they got assigned, I don’t have the time to keep track of them manning my battalion.” Cassana stopped there, leaving her son with a moment to process what she had just said. The mother had expected the boy to act out about the news, maybe ask questions or scream at her but the boy just fell to a complete stop, staring at the woman with wide eyed.
“B-battalion…?” Pracross muttered, his lip now quivering as of finishing the word. “Yes. Battalion. I was called to enlist.” The Saiyaness confirmed, grabbing her arms as she slid to the edge of her seat. “Look, you have to understand, the amount they promised to pay me if I came back was massive, I couldn’t not accept it.” Cassena said with a big smile and a chuckle, hoping to garner a positive reaction from the boy, but Pracross just sat in silence, staring at the lady before him. “Poocoo, I promise I’ll be fine, I’m not going to the front lines myself.” Still no response. The teen just starred, his eyes watery from the sudden rush of emotion that was starting to build up in him.
Standing from her seat, Cassana put her drink down and began to approach the boy, which was the first thing she had down to elicit a response from Pracross. Jumping to his feet, Pracross held out an arm, showing he didn’t want her coming any closer. “Pracross, please-” Cassana started, only to be cut short by her son. “You lied.” Muttered the boy, causing the woman to stop in place. “You broke your promise to dad.” “Pracross, no. Listen to me-” The boy interrupted again. “No! You said you wouldn’t go back. You promised me and dad that you wouldn’t go back.” The Saiyaness pushed the boy’s hand away and tried to remove the gap, but Pracross pushed passed and advanced to the door.
“Pracross, stop!” Cried Cassana. The boy listened, pausing for just a moment to listen to her explain. “I couldn’t do it. Sitting here in this empty house and doing nothing. You and your father were the only thing I had to look after and now that both of you were gone, what else was I supposed to do? Do nothing while everyone else I know goes away, hides, or dies? Do you know how frustrating that is?! I’ve been pulling my hair out, going crazy thinking about how I could lose you or anyone else in this war, so I had to join, I had to!” Silence overcame the house, leaving the two to stand without meeting eyes. The only sounds to fill the room was the occasional swallow one would make in hopes the other would or wouldn’t speak, leaving them to contemplate their next thoughts.
Pracross managed to break the silence, speaking softly as he turned back to face his mother. “I’m going out.” The boy opened the door and stepped out without another word of conflict between the two. Now, the night was all Pracross’ to take in. He could go anywhere in the world if he was brave enough, and as it stood right now, he wanted to be anywhere by home. Lighting up his aura, the boy took to the sky and flew even faster than when he flew home, covering what felt like all of Plant in a night. Over the wastes, over the forests, over the cities, flying for hours and hours until the Saiyan couldn’t fly anymore, leaving him to crashland in the deserts outside of Tarbel town, refusing to move in his exhausted and tired state, leaving him to sleep in the sands for kais know how long.