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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 10, 2019 13:42:23 GMT -5
ICE COLD A victory.
One Kuueru wasn't expecting when fighting against such strong opponents. Not only did she face her friend Tora again, and take a beating. There was a new fighter who caught her eye today. A Saiyan who had an enrapturing golden form that blinded the sight. Legume was his name, he wielded a sword in battle opposed to many of the Saiyans that she had met thus far. Still, he was the only one she had met that had such an overwhelming transformation. Not that it inflicted any edge upon the woman, but damn did his speed did. The demoness prided herself on being a hasty warrior, but this man perhaps even bested her own fluidity in a fight. Still, she wondered if he was all right after the battle. She had worried so much so, she had neglected most of the food during the lavish feasts and festivities following the tournament. That was something out of place for Kuueru; she never turned down a meal, let alone one that was presented to her as a prize for an accomplishment. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor as she made her way through the twisting halls of the medical unit of the tournament grounds. She aimed to at least see the two men whom she had fought valiantly against, and perhaps issue an apology. She had no flowers, not that she thought men would want such a thing first thing out of the healing tanks. Still, she felt it would be at least honorable as an opponent to express her thankfulness over the fight. Both of them had tested her to achieve a new height, something that she had never felt before. The form she had ascended to which ended the battle had many people questioning her. Kaijin, Tora, all of them would have words with Kuueru later. Still, she felt she had found control over her form. Control over both the demonic and holy sides of her soul. For that, she couldn't be thankful enough. Even though Legume was out for that bit of the fight, perhaps he even felt her sublime presence in his unconscious state. She turned the corner to the medical bay, her eyes scanning before she noticed several unoccupied healing tanks. There was one to her right that still seemed to be hard at work. The demoness walked towards it, her lavender eyes scanning over the azure waters that bubbled within. There he was. Legume at least was around, but it seemed he was still in the midst of treatment. A sigh pressed from her lips as she looked over his body. Most of his injuries had vanished; it was a miracle what modern technology could do for someone. If they had this in the Demon Realm, there would be a hell of a lot more of the evil creatures around. Her fingernails tapped upon the glass that separated her and the vast healing waters that encased the naked man. At the same time various sounds emitted from the machine. Kuueru backed away, thinking she had done something wrong. Her eyes were wide with confusion, but then, the liquid in the chamber drained, leaving the man standing there. Was he awake this entire time? Kuueru felt her cheeks fluster as she realized just how awkward this would be. Her eyes scanned the room, beside of his healing tank was a towel, a changing of clothes, as well. Considering his earlier wardrobe was destroyed from Doctor Kaijin's blast, it would be better to offer him something than allow the Saiyan to walk about their facilities unclothed. As the water drained, the glass door popped open with a hiss. Kuueru averted her gaze, and soon her arms folded over her chest as she waited. She had something to say, if he wouldn't hold too much of a grudge against the woman for ignoring him earlier. It wasn't because she didn't think of him as a worthy fighter, it was rather, pick off the weaker fighter, then handle the stronger Saiyan. It just so happened that whatever disastrous disease that Kaijin inflicted upon the man seemed to kill him off before Kuueru could give him the attention he desired.
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Post by Legume on Jan 10, 2019 14:45:40 GMT -5
The fact that Legume did not die during the tournament match against Kuueru and Kaijin and instead woke up suspended in a healing pod was both surprising and not. Surprising because he had, unquestionably, suffered a lot throughout that entire match, including getting infected with a severe and potentially lethal virus until it finally sapped his stamina completely and led him to collapse to the ground. That would be enough to send any average person on a one way trip to the Other World. On the other hand... it was still a tournament match with thousands of spectators, would it really have been likely that any one of the combatants would go so far as to kill their opponent, with so many people watching and the rules of the tournament clearly disallowing it? Kaijin was described as a doctor and an expert in biological engineering, of course he would have a failsafe in case his bioweaponry went too far and he needed to minimize damage.
He must have applied it on Legume after the end of the fight which, as the Saiyan assumed, did not go in his and Tora's favor.
So that was the result of his second tournament in this past timeline. A second defeat. And here he was thinking that the warriors of the past are weak enough that he could just swing his weapon a few times and brush all of the opposition past. Clearly, with two losses on his name and only a single major victory so far, against the bounty hunter and fellow Saiyan Dain Sincara, this calls for an alternate strategy.
Legume had a clear goal he was striving for in this timeline, to try to turn it into a less of a trainwreck than what it is now, but both of these plans signalized that he was not going to be able to achieve it alone. Dain had mentioned to him that there were a few factions across the Galaxy which were more noble than others and could potentially serve as the starting point for the Federation he was familiar with in the future. But the Galactic Empire was clearly not a very comfortable regime to work under and the Galactic Patrol was dead, so you can forgive Legume for letting Dain's recommendations fall above his head.
Maybe there is an alternate, third option... He'll have to test that theory...
For now, the water in the healing tank was starting to drain, exposing the Saiyan's bare skin to the cold air of the healing chamber as soon as the glass door opened with a loud screech. Clearly, while this is the cutting edge of medicinal tech at the time, it's not perfect, because Legume's ears were still slightly ringing and head in a slight headache, and the Saiyan clenched his head, walking out of the healing tank while muttering:
"Damn primitive technology... Can't even treat headaches right..."
Only to open his eyes and see that one of the two combatants who had put him in this tank in the first place, the demoness Kuueru, was standing in front of the tank with her arms folded and eyes trailing to the side.
Legume's first thought was: What is that girl doing here of all places? Shouldn't she be celebrating?
Legume's second thought was: Oh god, I'm naked in front of her!
Why couldn't these people put him in clothes before putting him into a healing tank! Sure, they would get all wet and all, but having to dry his pants for a few hours would certainly be a million times better than... this! The Saiyan leapt back into the tank, covering himself up with the edge of the glass dome and his head peeking out, exclaiming towards Kuueru:
"Could you... bring me a pair of clothes or something? Or at least a towel?"
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 10, 2019 22:11:17 GMT -5
ICE COLD The man seemed not to notice her, for his eyes were still quite shut. She kept her gaze from his body until he managed to cover himself, and his unmentionables. She wasn't the type of demon that would exploit a man with sins of the flesh, well, not just any man that was. The woman cleared her throat as Legume's eyes managed to open finally. He looked at her, and then the shock managed to roll over his expression. She tried her best to hold back a hearty bout of laughter, but it managed to come out of her mouth with a slight snicker. He scurried back to the cover of the tank, his body awkward in nature, or at least he was a man of decency who didn't want to have a lady gaze upon his flesh. Either way, he asked of her some clothes, which she could easily supply, being that they were right a few meters from his tank. She didn't intend to start their meeting off this way, but it was rather humorous that it played out this way. "Sorry about that," Kuueru's voice was soft, unlike in battle earlier. She enjoyed providing a lot of energy in a fight, perhaps being in front of a crowd exemplified that. Her throat was sore from the words she slung across the arena at the pair of enemies. The demoness nodded and walked towards the pile, she first picked up the simple briefs, trousers and shirt, and then a towel. "Didn't mean to make it awkward for ya," Kuueru mumbled before turning and walking towards Legume with a smile. Her bright, yet tired eyes locked onto his own, she wouldn't dare invade his privacy. She handed him the folded garments before taking a few steps back and turning her back to the man. She wasn't that creepy, at least, she didn't think. "I was just dropping by to make sure you got. . . proper medical treatment," Yes Kuueru. That was why you were here. The delivery however came out a little awkward. Her fingernails scratched through the nape of her pink locks. They were tied up, and a few braids decorated her crown. "I also, didn't want you to hold a grudge on me for ignoring you, n-not that I'll ever see you again after I leave Space Vegas."
The woman peaked over her shoulder after providing enough time for the man to dress himself. She wasn't sure what else she had to say. Perhaps something about them fighting again on even terms. Perhaps inquiring about just where he obtained his power and what exactly his transformation was. She reminisced over the golden man she had fought against the majority of the fight. Still, now before her was a man of raven hair and a handsome, unbattered, face.
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Post by Legume on Jan 11, 2019 7:03:26 GMT -5
Kuueru responded to Legume's initial reaction with a slight snicker - clearly, him getting flustered and uncomfortable looked quite amusing from an outsider's perspective, to the surprise of no one - before looking away to the side and handing the Saiyan his towel and pair of pants. Seeing that the woman was cooperating, Legume let out a sigh to slightly calm himself down, picked up the clothes handed to him and spoke:
"Thanks."
Ignoring that he was still drenched after having been submerged in a healing tank for hours, the Saiyan swifly put on a pair of jeans and a jacket hanging on his shoulders. Without a shirt underneath, surprisingly - he'll have to fix that as soon as he gets out into the street. He's a warrior, not a supermodel.
Though, as far as he was able to tell, wearing shirts or anything on their torso was completely optional for martial artists in this era. Tora certainly did not wear anything on his upper body, at least. Who knows, maybe it's a some sort of tradition which has since been lost to time. He wouldn't want to look like a tourist and break it...
"Okay, you can turn back around, Kuueru." Legume muttered. Thankfully, he managed to recall the demoness's name from the battle earlier - this meeting would have gotten really uncomfortable had he managed to forget it somehow. Stretching and folding his palm to test whether his body was still working well and the healing pod did not botch anything, the Saiyan listened to Kuueru's explanation for why she came here in the first place - to check up on him, see if he is doing well, and make sure that he didn't hold a grudge towards her after what happened in the battle.
Really, she was so worried about that? Sure, Kuueru constantly shifting her attention towards Tora instead of him did slightly get on his nerves, but it was a battle, where anything goes, and she clearly knew Tora personally while Legume was unquestionably an unfamiliar outsider.
"You... didn't really have to. Me and Tora lost the match, fair and square, there isn't really anything for me to hold a grudge over. Both of us fought according to the rules and your team prevailed in the end."
That's not to say that he couldn't let himself feel bitter about losing to Kaijin and Kuueru earlier today. He definitely could, and he definitely did. However, Legume also knew that it would simply be irrational. It's not the same as, say, losing to a villain or a threat to society as a whole. It was merely a tournament match, where the only thing at stakes was the prize and the attention of thousands watching. Nothing to lose your head over.
"And, to be fair, if we are going to be apologizing for what happened in the match, then my conscience is far from clear, either. I can tell that android friend of yours is not here, but, well... the next time you meet him, tell him I didn't mean to insult him so harshly. I lost my composure for a moment and... well, I don't usually act that way. It was probably the worst first impression to make. To both of you."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 11, 2019 9:46:04 GMT -5
ICE COLD The black haired, and still scantily clad man offered his thanks for her help. Still, it benefited the both of them if he did cover himself up. Kuueru didn't intend to spend her night staring at some naked man all night, at least not tonight. He managed to put on the clothes, though they stuck to his wet body. She let out a sigh, what was the point of her offering the towel again? Was he trying to show off something? At least zip up the jacket nimrod. Kuueru's mind wandered when she was given permission to look again. It was better than before, but she could imagine the outfit was uncomfortable for Legume too. "Well, you look a lot better with clothes on at least," The demoness mumbled before allowing the man a moment to test out his strength. Kuueru hadn't used on of the healing tanks before herself. After her match she required some medical attention, sure, but it wasn't to the extent as this man and Tora. Hell, even Doctor Kaijin had a mechanic give him a once over. At least they all were taken care of by this questionable Shroomy guy, that was part of the reason she was here to check on Polaris. If the medical staff failed to provide what he needed, she would have taken him and Tora to a more sufficient place of care. Legume went on to explain that he didn't hold a grudge, and she didn't have to visit. She was aware, but figured the sentiment was still there. "Of course, I know I didn't have to. Plus, I needed to ensure this place was providing sufficient care. I would carry that weight if you were in some janky infirmary getting your wounds stitched by some rusty needles or something."What shocked Kuueru more was the man's words about Kaijin Vex. He expressed that he felt guilty over insulting the man in the heat of the moment. It was a common thing to do, sure, but it was rather amusing that Legume felt it on his conscious. Kuueru nodded and flashed the man a smile. "Oh Kaijin, yeah. He's actually a kid at heart. I doubt he takes schoolyard insults to heart that much. I'll let him know you sent your apologies though, surely."The woman nodded, she at least wanted to seem somewhat trustworthy. She wasn't a bad person, no; in fact, she was rather kind and trustworthy for what she was, a demon. So many labels and assumptions were made about Kuueru when she revealed her race. She expected it at this point, but those who usually had a problem were insignificant to the woman. She had a career, a purpose, and a power to do something about someone who dared step on her toes. Most folded or changed their opinions as soon as she flashed a bit of her power anyhow. An idle finger pointed towards the doorway. "Not sure if you're feeling up to it. But I'd at least want to buy you dinner. I barely could eat that feast they prepared because I felt so bad. Now that I know you aren't too upset with me, I could stand to eat myself. I understand if you just want to head back to your quarters for the night, it's…." Kuueru's words drifted off as she took a few steps away from Legume and to the door. She would be ready to bolt if he declined her invitation.
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Post by Legume on Jan 11, 2019 12:02:17 GMT -5
Legume let out a snicker when Kuueru explained that she wanted to make sure he wasn't being stitched back together with something as unsafe and primitive as rusty needless, but that amusement soon faded and turned into curiosity once the woman explained that Kaijin is a kid at heart and probably wouldn't have taken schoolyard insults to heart anyway.
"Really now? I thought androids don't have the concept of maturity?" he inquired.
Usually, robots and androids are programmed to act mature mere hours after their construction, and with adult body forms to make up for them. A one year old android can and often will act more mature than its creators - if they are immature or childish, it is only if they were programmed with the specific purpose of acting that way. Which speaks a lot about who Kaijin is and what his backstory hides, if that's how Kuueru decided to describe him.
Not that Legume would have gleaned that Kaijin is a kid at heart during their battle at all. His monotone voice, speech through commands, and machine-like focus towards the Super Saiyan no matter what happens during the match wouldn't have let Legume to believe that he is supposed to be sapient. Maybe that's why he lashed out at the robot verbally at the end of the bout, because his mind, for whatever reason, believed that Kaijin is not advanced enough to even understand what was being said to him.
This didn't hurt, either. Knowing that Kaijin probably was not very wounded by what he said, but Kuueru will inform him regardless. It allowed Legume to let out a slightly easier breath. Just in time to hear the demoness change the topic towards something else, offering the Saiyan to buy him dinner.
That's... a surprising act of kindness. Maybe the descriptions handed out by Shroomy at the beginning of the tournament were not as inaccurate and made up as he was initially led to believe. And while that's really sweet of her and all... he couldn't help but grow a little uncomfortable at the prospect.
"Uh... yeah, sure, why not? If you want to, then who am I to say no?" Legume replied, his hand slightly rubbing at the back of his head. Come on, you're not that much of a melt. She's just offering a way to make up for something which made her feel bad during the battle, no need to make so much of a fuss over it. "I haven't had a good dinner in forever, anyway."
Which is true more literally than Kuueru might imagine. After all, the last time when Legume had a dinner in a restaurant was... thirty nine thousand years later. Which actually sounds really weird if you say it out loud. He could only hope that the traditions of outdoor eating have not changed that much during this time period, or else he's going to look like an idiot, too.
"But... you know that this is a Saiyan you are taking out, right? Saying that I have a massive appetite would be an understatement, especially since I had a pretty intense fight earlier."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 11, 2019 21:26:10 GMT -5
ICE COLD Kuueru felt a bit comforted as the Saiyan chuckled. At least he didn't feel too perturbed that she had invaded his privacy in such a vulnerable state. Still, his face shifted as the talk of Kaijin began. It was true, despite the monotone behavior that Kaijin projected, he had overridden a lot of his initial programming to become as humanly possible, as humanly possible. Kuueru smiled and brushed a bit of her pink hair from her face. "Yes, androids are a bit more complex than that it seems. He had overridden his creator's objectives and created a new goal for himself. In that, he made himself have a different mindset all together. I try not to think of Kaijin as an android, but as a person," Kuueru explained before playing with the sleeve of her tunic idly. Still, despite her offering the man a dinner, and her fear that he may decline, he accepted. The woman chuckled to herself and nodded awkwardly. "I am well aware of a Saiyan's appetite. Now that I had the chance to fight you, I feel that I have learned a great deal about their prowess in battle as well. Still, I feel there is a lot I need to learn about your race nonetheless. I'm sure that over a bit of food I can study you a bit."Kuueru didn't meant her words to come across as weird or creepy. However, she did mean everything that she said to the fullest extent. Of all the mortal races, Saiyans seemed to be one of the most dominant ones. If she were to evaluate any, it would be them. "You must have never seen my appetite though, I must say, I could probably rival you in eating at this point. Considering I declined a feast earlier. Don't count me out just yet,"
Kuueru chuckled and made her way out of the room. There was a series of hallways and elevators once they made their way out of the infirmary. She had to at least make her way to the surface of New Vegas. It housed the plethora of restaurants, casinos, and activates to keep one entertained. In fact, Kuueru had been quite curious of the activity of gambling, but she withheld her urges for now. She was much too hungry. They walked along the stirp. There was many clothing stores, perhaps if the Saiyan wanted to purchase something to cover himself outside of what was provided he could. Other than that, there were a mass of restaurants. There were restaurants of several dozen types of cuisines. Earth, New Namek, an other more populous planets decorated the menus to keep the customers coming in. Kuueru licked her lips at the thought of trying each one. Still, she waited for the Saiyan to have his choosing Barbecue, soups, all types of restaurants waited for the pair to choose. Kuueru couldn't help but wait eagerly for Legume to choose from the variety of choices presented. To be honest, the demoness could eat just about anything at thing point.
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Post by Legume on Jan 12, 2019 10:34:42 GMT -5
Ah, so there's the catch with Kaijin. He is, according to Kuueru, more complex than your average android and freed himself from the objectives handed to him by his creator in order to write his own. That would explain why he is more lifelike than the average member of his kind, and also why Kuueru sees him more as a person than just a robot. Legume did not say anything in response, but merely gave a brief nod as the conversation moved on, this time to Kuueru shooting down his comment about his appetite and pointing out that she would be able to rival a Saiyan such as him in an eating competition, and since she declined the offer to visit a feast earlier, she might even win. Ignoring the somewhat... awkward comment about her wanting to study him further, Legume snickered at Kuueru's statement and replied:
"Really now? With a figure like that, I wouldn't have figured you to be a glutton."
God, that joke was terrible.
Thankfully, the two fighters quickly moved on, making their way out of the tournament complex and into one of the busy streets of Space Vegas. Legume pulled up the zipper on his jacket to hide the bare skin of his chest from public view. He'll definitely have to look into buying a shirt later on, but for now, this will be an alright solution.
Space Vegas was one of the few places in this primitive galaxy which bore even a slight resemblance to the home which Legume has lost forever. The only other reasonable candidates to this title would be Abbayor and... surprisingly, Earth, even if it has a reputation of being a complete backwater distant from the Galactic Core in his time. The busy streets, the great diversity of species sprawling across them, the conflux of cultures pretty much bombarding any visitor from all sides... He would definitely have to spend more time on this world. Maybe reminisce about the future he has since lost and is desperately trying to rebuild from scraps. Oh well...
"Uh... 'New Namek cuisine'? What's a New Namek?" Legume muttered to himself under his breath as his eyes trailed across the billboards and the restaurant signs above their heads as he and Kuueru walked across the sidewalk. Whatever New Namek is supposed to be, he's not trying that. Before he could decide on which the beautifully decorated and busy restaurants he was going to try out, with the corner of his eye, Legume caught the demoness besides him practically salivating at the prospect. Licking her lips, a sign which could, reasonably, be interpreted more than one way.
God this is awkward. At least everyone else on the street seems to be busy with whatever the hell is on their minds to not notice the two. Wouldn't at least a few of them be able to recognize them as the combatants in the tournament earlier today?.. Eventually?..
"Okay, we're going there." Legume suddenly spoke, his nose pointing towards the nearby Earthling Cuisine restaurant. "I haven't had a chance to see what Earth food is like, surprisingly, so this will be a first."
Stepping next to the door to the restaurant and opening it, Legume gestured with his hand for Kuueru to enter first, as is expected of courtesy.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 12, 2019 14:21:59 GMT -5
ICE COLD Legume was the quiet type.
Several of her questions were met with silent nods and body language that got the Saiyan's point across. She didn't need an avid conversation partner, still, perhaps he was deep in thought. Kuueru often found herself meditating for long hours when something was on her mind, she could relate to that. Still, what caught her off guard was the man's next comment. He described her figure, which nearly never happened to the woman. She felt her cheeks fluster and she averted her gaze back to the neon lights and storefronts that littered the walkway before them. Her hands dug into the pockets of her tunic awkwardly as she tried to think of a response. Was it a joke? A compliment? Was he coming onto her? Now her own mind was abuzz, and she was the one being silent in the conversation. Once composed, she turned her attention back on Legume, a smile managing to form on her plump lips despite the comment. "Well, I suppose I train a lot and balance out the food. I suppose that's also why I eat so much, working out makes you hungry, aye?"Still, as the pair perused the streets, Legume let out a few weird comments. He didn't know what New Namek was despite it being one of the better-known planets in the galaxy. Kuueru could relate, at least, she could have when she first came to the mortal realm. Wait, was Legume a demon in disguise? No, he lit up like a lightbulb and yelled about his Saiyan heritage in the match. Still, something was off about him. "New Namek, I first visited there a week ago. Their diets are mostly fruits and vegetables with a higher than normal water content. Think melons." Kuueru chuckled at her last comment about 'melons'. Immaturity in an ancient demon, charming. Perhaps Kuueru was a bit awkward with the man, she could feel his energy from a mile away. Perhaps her licking her lips like some sort of hyena over a carcass was a bit crass. Suddenly she felt a bit more self-conscious about her body language. She scratched at her cheek before returning the awkward glance. Ultimately Legume had his pick though. Her eyes followed his direction of interest. Earthling food. Yes, those people damn well knew how to throw together a meal. The woman had a skip in her step as they approached the restaurant. Legume even opened the door for her. She promptly thanked him before walking into the dimly lit restaurant. It appeared to be one of the more mid to upper scale establishments. Once inside they were quickly greeted by a hostess with a smile upon her young face. She was an Earthling, of course. "Just two, right?" The woman grabbed a few menus and ushered the pair through the restaurant. There was a dozen or so other couples hiding at candlelit tables. Still, Kuueru's nose was hard at work deciphering what goodies were being prepared in the kitchen. "You two look familiar, I can't place it. Anyhow, enjoy your meal!" The woman placed their menus at a table with an ivory cloth. There was silverware ready and expensive napkins ready for their use. Luckily the menu reflected more than just overpriced steak and seafood. There was a plethora of Earthling goodies from burgers to pasta, hell they even offered hot dogs. How could they run a kitchen so smoothly with an expansive menu? "Wow, this is…nice eh?" Kuueru spoke while glancing over the menu towards Legume. The subtle light of the candle between then perhaps made her look angelic, or demonic.
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Post by Legume on Jan 13, 2019 13:28:34 GMT -5
Immediately as Kuueru and Legume made their way into the restaurant, the demoness stepping first and the Saiyan closing the door behind her, they were greeted by one of the members of the staff, who, after pointing out that both of them looked a little familiar - most likely, she caught a glimpse of them during the tournament, in their transformed states, and made the connection - picked up two menus and guided the duo through the restaurant towards one of the empty tables. As Legume made his way deeper into the restaurant, walking alongside Kuueru, and glanced from side to side, however, he came to realize that he might have made a mistake by picking out this restaurant specifically.
Because this was not just a restaurant for people who want to try out Earthling food. This, for whatever reason, was also a restaurant for romantic couples. The candles in the middle of each table, all of them having only two seats, and the absolute majority occupied by couples of opposite genders... Oh no. Ohh no. But it was too late. Legume didn't have the time to voice his concerns and offer Kuueru to move somewhere else until the time when both of them sat down at the table, at which point it would probably be more than impolite to stand up and take the demoness elsewhere.
Whatever, he can live with it. Or, try to live with it.
As Kuu pointed out what he had just been thinking about in his mind, Legume leaned onto one of his hands, his other hand shifting through the menu handed to him, and replied:
"It is... I honestly didn't expect this restaurant to be so... You rarely see region-specific restaurants trying to also pull off a romantic vibe, you don't want to limit your demographic even more than you already do."
Bah, who he is to talk about what is good business practice and what isn't? He has never tried to get into the service industry, he is firmly a man of the military, and those only have canteens to worry about for most of their life. Picking his head up from the grasp of his right hand, Legume took a closer look to the menu in front of his eyes.
"Huh, there's some really vintage stuff in here..." Well, vintage for him, probably not for the demoness. For example, all the stuff with shrimp, even an entire section for it alongside other seafood - which reminded Legume of the fact that two years ago, it was news that the last living shrimp has succumbed to an illness, leaving the species which had adorned people's tables for thousands of years in the past, but had largely gone out of fashion by the twenty first century, completely extinct. Well, two years ago, or, in other terms, thirty nine thousand years later.
God, time travel can get so confusing sometimes. Well, he's got to see what the fuss is about, then? Legume had seen pictures of shrimp, usually in the rallies to save the endangered shrimp, and it didn't look delicious at all.
"Alright, I know at least some of what I'll be taking," the Saiyan muttered, glancing across the rest of the menu really quickly, then raising his eyes towards Kuueru. "Quick question, though - hot dogs aren't actually made with dog meat, right? They don't look like it, but... the description underneath their name doesn't specify yes or no."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 13, 2019 18:54:40 GMT -5
ICE COLD Legume was seething awkwardness. It was rather amusing to the woman, she couldn't have made this night any less awkward, however, the Saiyan kept finding ways to make things weird. Kuueru didn't think it too odd for a pair of people to be in this restaurant, even if they weren't the usual demographic. She was simply here to eat, the weirdness in the air she could block out, at least, she surely hoped she could. Her eyes glanced from her menu, towards the man who seemed distracted as he did the same. "I guess it is trying to pull off some romantic mood huh? Earthling food is pretty popular all over, so I suppose specialized restaurants like this aren't too uncommon. It is funny that you picked this one though. It's almost as if you wanted to take me on a date, huh?" Kuueru let a soft bit of laughter play on her lips as she scanned not only the drinks, but the massive menu. "Vintage?" Kuueru paused as Legume seemed a bit curious about the menu items. Still, she shrugged the comment off. It seemed that the Saiyan warrior knew at least a bit of what he wanted to eat. Still, his next comment about made her choke. Hot dogs!? They always managed to follow her no matter where in the galaxy she trekked. Her eyes immediately shot down to the menu item and her shoulders slumped. While she enjoyed the food greatly, it had become a running joke, and every time Tora saw her, she managed to get fed the damn street sausages. She inhaled sharply and looked towards Legume with a smile. "I don't believe so, but…I'm not quite sure myself. I only began eating them more recently," The woman nodded before a waitress soon made their way to their table. She seemed chipper, but rather wide around the waist. Kuueru nodded her head towards the woman. "Can I get you two some drinks, or are you all ready to order?"
Kuueru cleared her throat and pointed towards the menu of a few items she wished to have tonight. "We have quite the appetites, so---I'm going to start with the Prime Rib, the Crab Legs, and the Pasta please. Oh, and can I get a bottle for the table, whatever you recommend. I must say, I'm quite parched."
Kuueru then turned her attention towards Legume while he gave his order. Her dull eyes traveled over his features. Locks of black hair, a rigid nose and jawline, he was pretty handsome; the candle light only seemed to make him easier on the eyes as well. "Legume, it's odd that I'm just now finding out about such a strong fighter. Where in the galaxy have you been hiding with such a fountain of power?" Kuueru of course inquired after the waitress had left to put in their orders. It wasn't long before she returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses, if the man so happened to want to indulge alongside of her. If not, there was plenty for the demoness.
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Post by Legume on Jan 15, 2019 6:23:32 GMT -5
"Kuueru, please..." was all Legume muttered in response to the demoness's joke about him wanting to take her out on a date, digging his vision even deeper into the menu as he did. This dinner of theirs was already getting awkward without Kuuru actively trying to foster that awkwardness. At least Legume could find solace in the fact that this "date" was not awkward was the first time he met Lavendra... Speaking of her, what was she doing now that he was gone forever? Or, what will she do thirty nine thousand years later when he vanishes?
Linear time can go fuck itself.
After Kuueru explaining to him that hot dogs probably don't have any dog meat in them - which relieved the Saiyan somewhat, because it looked delicious, but he had no desire to try dog meat - the ordering began. Kuueru went first, getting herself a whole assortment of foodstuffs for a start, as well as a large bottle of wine - well, at least she didn't lie about her appetite. As soon as the waitress turned towards him, Legume began:
"I'd like to have shrimp, four hot dogs, and a beef steak with all the necessary side dishes, thank you."
Should be enough for the time being. This restaurant allows to order repeats, right? Either the restaurant or Kuueru's pocket... though, considering that the latter has just been filled up with generous tournament prize money, he only really needs to worry about the former. The waitress departed from the table, leaving the two of them alone once again, waiting. Much like Kuueru stared into Legume, so did Legume stared into her, his face leaning on his right hand. Truth be told... now that he has gotten a chance to look into her... Kuueru did look quite pretty. The light pink hair and the rich blue eyes complimented each other very well, and her face looked soft to the touch.
Wonder what she is seeing in him, though.
Kuueru did eventually say something - not related to any of that, however. She asked about where did he come from that she is only hearing about him now. A fair question to ask. Super Saiyans - nay, fighters above Super Saiyan - do not simply just pop out of nowhere, neither in the past nor in the future. And Legume, somehow, did. The Saiyan's mind recalled the beginning of the tournament. Shroomy had no idea who he is and where he is from, either - but that did not stop him from crafting a story behind him either way. There's no reason why anyone wouldn't believe him, after all, it's not like they had any other, alternate description on who he is supposed to be - so why not put Shroomy's tale to use?
Legume filled up a glass wine and took a sip, speaking:
"Well, you have heard the description which Shroomy presented about me, correct? It is correct, well, for the most part. He did leave some details out and painted a few others in brighter colors than what I informed him - he had to make a more coherent narrative for the spectators, after all."
One piece of Shroomy's story which left a bad taste in his mouth was labelling Legume as an inhabitant of the Galactic Rim, the fringes of the Galaxy, inhabited by farmers, hillbillies and people who can't spell the letter "I" correctly. But, oh well, he has to live with that from now on.
"As for why you have not heard of me, before... well, I presume it's because my world has yet to make contact with the rest of the Galaxy. We're separated from everyone else by a dense nebula and black hole accretion disks. We call ourselves the Galactic Core for a reason - after all, from our point of view, the rest of the Galaxy might not even exist."
Which was not exactly incorrect. Legume did hail from the Galactic Core - just that it was not an isolated piece of the Galactic Rim, however, but rather a megastructure constructed above a supermassive black hole and harnessing its gravitational energy to fuel a vast megalopolis stretching for over a lightyear. And from their point of view, this Galaxy of the past might as well not exist.
"I managed to get through those natural barriers, however, and ended up here. And frankly, I expected the rest of the Galaxy to be a better place to live than this."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 15, 2019 12:09:34 GMT -5
ICE COLD "Kuueru, please…"
The demoness's eyes drifted up to Legume. Perhaps she was making him feel a bit awkward. It was hard to tell but judging by the intense focus he had on the menu in front of him, she could assume the answer was yes. She sighed, her fingers fiddling with each other awkwardly beneath the table. "Sorry," She mumbled to the man in apology. She just meant to take the man out for a treat, due to how badly she felt about their battle earlier in the day. Making it more awkward was not her intentions. Usually people laughed at her jokes or knew that her demeanor was due to her being a non-mortal. However, Legume knew nothing of the demon. How could she judge him for finding her odd? Her thoughts managed to fade to the back of her head as Legume placed his order. It was an odd combination, especially with the hot dogs. Kuueru chuckled under her breath at the simple fact that she chose not to order the Earthling delicacy for once in her life. Perhaps part of her wanted to seem more dignified since she had come to learn that hot dogs were rather cheap and obtainable in nature. Still, she couldn't help but notice the way the man stared into her. He seemed idle, his mind probably wandering as they waited for their food to be prepared. She tried not to make things even more weird for the man, her eyes shifted towards the silverware which was neatly wrapped within a napkin as she touched it with an idle finger. Legume was easy on the eyes though. Perhaps it was his attractiveness that made her feel the same odd feelings he shared? She shrugged the thought, Legume's voice quickly cutting into her ears to distract her. "Oh yeah, those introductions were bogus. I can attest, I'm not quite the 'humanitarian' that he described me as either, far from it actually. The same could be said for Kaijin. You're right though, anything to keep the crowd entertained."Kuueru commented as she too poured herself a hefty glass of the crimson liquid. The demoness quickly got to work, lapping up the tart taste of the fermented alcohol. It was good, and strong; at least the waitress had made a good decision for the woman. "Oh? I figured all these planets were discovered and in contact with one another in this day and age. Then again, I'm not the best with the galaxy's cosmology," Kuueru retorted at Legume's comments of his home world. While she had been in this realm for a year, keeping track of all the various planets that littered the cosmos was way too much for the woman to keep track of. She just assumed most of what a person said at face value to avoid sounding ignorant or hypocritical. They could tell her there was a planet named Circus XI with elephant people who put Earthlings on display, and she would accept it as fact. "Oh? So, this place is not comparable to where you're from eh? I like this galax---I like living here," Kuueru cleared her throat, quickly taking in another large sip of wine. It wasn't long until her glass was clean, and she was busy pouring yet another. Her nerves were already on end, and this drink was making Legume seem more and more appealing despite his awkward nature. She was just glad he was talking again and making it less of an uncomfortable night for the both of them. "Tell me though, why are you still here if it's not up to your standards? I'm sure you have some sort of task to accomplish, some sort of goal that keeps you from home? Especially if your home planet near the core is so, homely. . ."
Kuueru smiled, her eyes watching his glass as it managed to get emptier and emptier. Perhaps if he had a bit of booze in his system he would give the demoness at least a bit of interesting conversation. At least, that was her hopes. "My home world is far leagues below the planets here in hospitality. It's amazing to know that there's a place better than all this galaxy has to offer, at least, what I've seen of it. One day I'll have to visit this home of yours!" Kuueru said with a cheerful tone. She raised her glass in cheers to the moment before polishing off yet another glass. Their food would arrive eventually, but she may need another bottle in the meantime. Just where was that damn waitress?
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Post by Legume on Jan 16, 2019 5:44:04 GMT -5
Listening to Kuueru's reply to his explanation, Legume finished his glass of red wine in a few long sips. And then a second one. God, this was actually really good. The Saiyan was not much of an alcoholic type back in the future, but he certainly didn't object to enjoying some from time to time - and after a grueling tournament match and the subsequent recovery, getting a few glasses in his system was exactly what he needed to calm down and enjoy himself a bit more.
The fact that Kuueru was getting prettier and prettier with each glass was a nice little bonus which he couldn't say no to.
"Well, it depends on which place you compare it to. Space Vegas or Abbayor might resemble the Galactic Core somewhat more, but if you were to take the Galactic boonies, then yeah, it's not even comparable. The Core is a highly developed metropolis, after all." Legume replied to Kuueru's question about the greater Galaxy being hardly comparable to the place he had departed from. Although... who knows. At least it's not so far in the past that all he would be able to witness is cavemen and primitive creatures.
If he had leapt to the time of Lord Frieza, on the other hand... making a splash in the Galactic scene during that interesting period would have been oh so fun. Why did he have to get stuck in this boring era, then? Why did that mad scientist whose time machine he accidentally stumbled across decide to fine tune his invention to send people to this Age out of all of them?
"Well... you see..." Legume muttered after Kuueru's question on why he is still here, his eyes trailing to the side. "I'd love to get a chance to return to my home planet, but... well, you know all those natural barriers I mentioned to you a bit earlier? Apparently, my trip across them was a one-way jump and I have no way of returning home. My Instant Transmission won't pick up anything inside and trying to fly with a ship there would be suicide."
Surprisingly, this story crafted by Shroomy surprisingly fit him. Maybe he should put the same backstory to use if he is asked the same question in the future, too. He's already spilled the beans to that Saiyan bounty hunter and that is one person too many who knows that he is a time traveller.
"And now that I am stuck here... I've been considering to just forget my homeworld and instead try to make this greater Galaxy I've been thrusted into a better place. Where's the rule of law? Where's the peace? Where's the liberty? Someone has to try to fix this place, you know?"
Kuueru's last comment, that she would love to visit Legume's home someday, led to the Saiyan snickering. After calming down and finishing a yet another glass, he replied:
"Hey, if you manage to get to my home planet, make sure to pick me up with you, too! I'll be able to give you a tour. And never come back."
It's never going to happen. But it's nice to think about, isn't it?
Well, it better be nice to think about, because they've been waiting for their food for quite a while and that's kind of the only thing he can do while waiting for it to finally come.
"God, you could travel to an another universe by the time they're going to finish our order..." Legume muttered under his breath. "So what's this First Galactic Empire they mentioned you being a part of? Or is that an another one of Shroomy's inventions to appease the crowd?"
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 16, 2019 16:58:20 GMT -5
ICE COLD Kuueru was at least glad that the Saiyan could keep up better in drinking than he could in the battle earlier. Not that she had given him the opportunity to fight her directly. Though, he was certainly fast enough to take some blows for Tora and negate her full ferocity. Kuueru's pearly whites gleamed from beyond the glass of red liquid, and just like that, another glass was gone. Hell, on an empty stomach, the liquor surely was already running rampant in her system. "I see, highly developed; so you're a product of that?" Kuueru eyed the Saiyan up and down, her fingers playing with a wrinkle in the ivory tablecloth. Listening to the man speak was nice, at least nicer than the paperwork she would have to attend to later. "Damn, that's unfortunate. I presume that you came here against your will then? Maybe not. Perhaps you came here with intentions for something else and didn't realize how difficult it would be to return. That's a shame." Kuueru tried to play out all the possibilities of why Legume would venture off his planet if it had everything that he needed and more. Alas, she quickly poured herself another glass and continued with the conversation. He jested about if she would be able to get to his planet, that she should pick him up. Obviously, he would be content never returning to this side of whatever barriers were there. Such a complex man with a serious issue. She slightly wanted to help him, alas, he said even Instant Transmission was no aid in this journey. "Calm down there mister hungry; we did order like four entrees each. Perhaps they are overwhelmed?" Kuueru chuckled to herself, and just like a prayer was answered the waitress, and 2 others came with large serving trays of food. Steak, shrimp, hotdogs galore were all laid out in front of the pair. There was barely enough room at the table for two. Still, the staff had managed to splay it out for their enjoyment. "Let us know if there is anything. . . else I can get you," the exasperated waitress spoke in a somewhat annoyed tone. "Yes, another bottle for the table?" Kuueru waved around the empty bottle of wine before the waitress took it and walked off. "Hmmm, all of this looks divine! What to eat first!?" Kuueru glared down at the miniature buffet of food with eager eyes. She quickly dove into her steak, the meat was still pink in the middle, juices pouring from it. She salivated and quickly began to tear through her meal. "Mmmmmm! It's so juicy! You'll have to tell me how yours is! It looks delicious." Greedy eyes locked onto the four perfectly pristine hot dogs as she tried to withhold her temptations to sneak one while he was preoccupied.
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Post by Legume on Jan 17, 2019 10:32:30 GMT -5
"Maybe they shouldn't have put so much bloody stuff in this damn menu, then..." Legume muttered under his breath as Kuueru jokingly berated him for impatience. Hey, that's a valid complaint! If you put so many choices for visitors, especially hungry visitors, to pick their dinner from, then you better be prepared to make and serve them all on a reasonable notice!
Finally, however, the food arrived, placed on the table so densely that it looked like a banquet for at least six people, with barely enough space left between the hotdogs, the shrimp, the empty bottle of wine and the main dishes. Immediately after, the waitress asked the two diners on whether they want to order anything else. Kuueru requested an additional bottle of wine, which Legume immediately followed up with:
"No, two bottles, please!"
They're going to need a lot more alcohol after this, for sure. And with the order done, Legume took a glance at his half of the table, reviewing what he has ordered and will now have to devour. Some looked very delicious, some... not so much.
I think... I think I understand why shrimp went out of fashion now. Just look at them! It's like a ring of baked cockroaches, how is he supposed to eat that?! Well, that's something he will have to decide on later - for now, Legume decided to settle on something more edible and cut off the first bite of his beef steak. Dip it in the sauce next to it and...
God, by the time Legume finished his first bite, Kuueru had already gone through half of her own meal, working like a woodchipper on full intensity. How...
...adorable.
Kuueru seemed ecstatic about her meal and raised her eyes from it to ask Legume on whether his is just as good. The Saiyan raised his finger as he chewed his bite and gulped, then replied:
"Oh, it's very good, indeed. Really juicy."
Legume's eyes slightly narrowed and he continued:
"But not as juicy as you, of course."
What.
Did he just...
The Saiyan let out a hearty laugh, his hand clutching onto his chest, until he stopped a few seconds later, calmed down and continued:
"Sorry, that joke was terrible. But - I mean, it's not exactly wrong, either..."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 17, 2019 11:21:16 GMT -5
ICE COLD Kuueru listened to the Saiyan sling his quips about the service for the evening. She had always been more of a patient soul, enjoying the experience and the time away from work rather than hurrying along the entire evening. Still, no two people were the same in this world, who was she to judge Legume for his preferences in dining? The food was here now though. No more complaints, unless they were of the quality; judging by what was splayed out before them however, it was going to be quite a scrumptious meal. She had quickly begun her assault on the food, slurping up pasta and veggies between bites of meat. What was more intriguing was the crab legs to her side. She hastily began cracking them open like some sort of primal hunter, but the tender and sweet meat inside was all the more delicious when you worked for it. Kuueru dipped a piece in melted butter before plopping it into her mouth. The look upon her face was something of euphoria. She sunk lower in her seat, her feet kicking to and from in delight; however, she accidentally tapped her toes against the man's. She sat up straight, her face visibly flustered as the waitress happened to return with their TWO bottles of wine. She promptly opened them, poured them each a glass and set the bottles upon the table where there was space. "Ooh, two huh? I suppose you like it huh Legume?" Kuueru smiled and took a long sip of her drink, washing away the taste of butter on her palate to make room for something else delightful. "Ohh, you should try this!~~~" Kuueru beamed before taking a plump piece of crab meat saturated in butter. She leaned across the table, her fingers aiming for his face as she tried to feed the man straight by hand. Whether or not he accepted or not, the woman was too drunk to be embarrassed. The liquor ran through her veins, and it was steadily taking affect as she indulged more and more. The demoness took her seat again, twirling a bit more pasta upon her fork before slurping it up with the most bemused face. "My gosh, if I didn't work so hard today, I'd gain so much weight!" Kuueru smiled before eyeing Legume with a stupid smile. She was genuinely having fun. Getting past the awkward moments, only to have Legume mention the word juicy, and her in the same sentence. Perhaps he was talking about her thighs or belly? Perhaps the woman had indulged too much! She tried to hide her flustered face; still, she was completely oblivious to any advances or the comments coming with a positive tone. "I-It's okay, jokes are goo---wait, I'm juicy? Tell me, does this have another meaning on your word than one being fat?" Kuueru had to ask, for he kept bringing it up, for the third time now. Her face was confused, red, and she was so stunned she had stopped eating. She self-consciously gazed down to her thighs, worry staining her brow. She would be sure to hit the training room tonight.
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Post by Legume on Jan 17, 2019 15:35:56 GMT -5
Oh.
Kuueru, apparently, thought crab meat was so good that she requested Legume to try it - and not by letting him use his fork to pick up a piece from her plate, apparently, but by picking up a piece with her hands and lifting it up with one of her hands to try to feed Legume with it. God, does she think she is talking to a some sort of child? The only think missing is the demoness following it up by saying "Say ahh" or "Here comes the spaceship!"
Regardless, however, Legume accepted the offer, opening his mouth and closing his eyes, letting the pink-haired woman place the piece of crab meat and enjoying its taste. Interesting.
"It tastes a little like chicken..." the Saiyan muttered after the taste test. Yeah, real good insights there. Everything tastes like chicken, you know.
After that little incident, the conversation moved on to Kuueru feeling surprisingly self conscious about herself upon being called "juicy", which got Legume to respond with a brief, drunken laugh. For someone so deadly in battle and so pretty outside of it, she can get really air headed, huh? Well, to be fair, it's not like he is not guilty of the same. What with all of the cringe worthy jokes and all...
"Haha, no, no, that's not what it means at all, I think I've specified before that you figure is great," Right, when he said that she looks great despite her eating pattern, which is such a conflux of a compliment and an insult that Legume was still baffled that he didn't try creating that sentence on purpose. It just... blurted out of his mouth, you know? And it would have led to any normal woman to slap him across his face and plant him straight into the ground, but apparently Kuueru found it endearing or something?
"No, it means that you're pretty. Beautiful, even."
The Saiyan took one more sip from his glass of wine, his chin resting on his hand and eyes gazing towards Kuueru.
If there was any semblance of logic or his usual self left in in his drunken mind, then it would probably scream so loudly that anyone communicating with him telepathically would probably get their ears popped. What the hell was he doing?! Why is he going to such lengths, coming onto Kuueru like that?!
It's fun.
Fun is nice.
And why not?
He was pretty sure that "Why Not?" was a slogan used by some candidate in the last presidential election of the Galactic Federation. A very unpopular former president and a crook. If that bastard can say "why not?" to being reelected, he can say "why not?" to flirting with a cute girl, God damn it.
"You're not busy for the rest of the evening, right?" Legume spoke as he continued with his dish.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 17, 2019 21:26:53 GMT -5
ICE COLD "I enjoy the shellfish of Earth's oceans a lot. Despite people referring to them as ocean bugs, they are still very delightful when prepared right," Kuueru smiled, before licking her fingers clean of any excess oils or butter. She then went headfirst back into her meal, half of her steak seemingly vanished, and her pasta already destroyed. She was beginning to feel satisfied, still, the demoness was very curious about the limits of the Saiyan's stomach. He had proclaimed to be able to eat a lot, so she was curious how much he would run up her tab for the evening. Alas, Legume went on to explain what he truly intended to say. Her figure was great in his eyes. So perhaps this, 'juicy' thing wasn't an insult, but more so a compliment. Just like her steak, or the butter-soaked crab, she was 'juicy'. Suddenly the reality of his words sunk in. She felt a knot grow in her stomach. It wasn't often she was reference by another in such a manner, let alone so straightforward and brash. Perhaps the alcohol was getting to Legume; and by the way she ignored her intuition, perhaps it was getting to the demoness as well. "Beautiful?" Kuueru's cheeks were on fire. She pulled a napkin up to pretend to wipe her face, but against the white cloth her face was only more crimson. She quickly picked up her glass, downing the remainder before pouring yet another. If she were to survive anymore of the dinner, she didn't want to remember her awkward exchanges with the man. "I, erm. . . thank you." Seemingly stunned Kuueru met Legume's gaze. "You're rather easy on the eyes yourself."It was all she could manage. It was just a compliment, right? He gave her one, so she owed him one. Even if she truly felt it was true. It was nothing serious. Right? Still, the man continued about his meal, a bit more at ease despite his 'smooth talking'. Kuueru chit chatted with him, her plate becoming lesser and lesser as she began to stack them for the waitress to grab on her way by. Finally, she had finished another bottle. It would hit her soon, if it hadn't already. Perhaps it hit her at just the right time for the Saiyan's next question. "Pardon?" She had heard him though. He had asked her plans for the evening. She had none of course. After this she was probably going to go blow some of her winnings on the slots of the local casinos, but other than that, a vacant schedule was all that she had desired for months. "I mean; I don't have anything on my agenda, no. Why Super Saiyan? Did you have something in mind? Perhaps a late-night training session? A rematch? Surely, you're not too tired from recovering in that tank all day, right?"
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Post by Legume on Jan 18, 2019 14:21:44 GMT -5
Oh, would you look at that. Even under the influence of enough alcohol to have any mortal man or woman collapse to the ground by now, she still was able to feel shame. At least that's how Legume interpreted her suddenly emphasizing him calling her beautiful and picking up a napkin to clearly cover her blush, before she responded with a compliment of her own.
"Aw, thanks..." Legume muttered in response, his voice growing oddly sentimental for a few seconds. "It's good to hear that the tournament didn't leave too much of a mark on this pretty face, right?"
Stupid Legume. You were inside a healing tank for hours. Those are supposed to fix up all of your injuries and let you out in pristine shape, if they didn't, you would have probably received different treatment. It's kind of an obvious assumption that you are in your best shape when you are being let out, especially since the only thing that was aching when the waters drained was your head and he was pretty sure that it wasn't because he had gotten his head smashed somewhere.
After being asked on whether she's free for the rest of the evening, Kuueru gave him a positive answer, but clearly reacted to the question with her usual cluelessness, as she immediately began to ask him on what they would be able to do together later. Her thoughts drifted to a late night sparring session, or a rematch. Legume responded to her offers with a snicker and replied:
"Don't worry about it, I'm sure we will be able to find something to do. You can show me how those lips work or something." the Saiyan muttered and giggled under his breath at the yet another unacceptable joke. His thoughts soon drifted to something else she had mentioned, however. "And please, don't call me 'Super Saiyan', Kuueru. That's a title, not a name. My name is Legume."
What kinda person ever refers to someone by 'Super Saiyan', anyway, especially if they know what their real name is. Maybe the type of person who had only seen one Super Saiyan during their life and it is thus sumething which differentiates this stranger from all of the other ones. How many Super Saiyans were out there in this galaxy, besides him and Dain? Probably not many. Saiyans seemed like a species not that far from full on extinction in this era, anyway.
Legume picked up a hot dog from one of his many plates and spoke:
"Here, since you fed me like a little kid, let me try the same, it looks fun. Say ahh."
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