For one stupid reason or another, Majin Ala was on Space Vegas. Why? Sly had told her about the place as he recovered from the thrashing she'd given him when the two had sparred. Well, not the two of them, Kho had been there too. But, the majority of the Majin woman's wrath had been directed at the mischievous gunslinging panda. Sly had attacked first, with a cheap shot to Ala while Kho was still explaining the rules of his game. She'd taken great offense to this, immediately whipped into a violent frenzy.

But, that had all been in the past. Majin Ala could not fight at full strength for protracted lengths of time, and tired herself out before she could decisively close out victory in her two on one spar. Still, her new friends had looked significantly worse for wear following their beatings than she did. Regardless, she had sat around Sly's star ship as he regaled her with tales of his travels while nursing his head with a bottle of 200 proof Saiyan alcohol. The diminutive creature was soon slurring his words, talking about the time he struck it rich on Space Vegas and how he'd blown all his winning on a fast ship, fine women, and finer weapons.

This piqued Majin Ala's curiosity. She'd never heard of a 'Space Vegas' before, only a much less interesting one in some desert on Earth. After further inquiry, Sly pointed out the locale on his star charts. From there Ala was a skip and a hop from her destination. And by that, she meant she was one good scream from arriving. With much focus and concentration, the mighty Majin tore open a rift in the Universe itself with her Vice Shout. It was the perfect technique for long distance travel, but she had to be careful with it. Ala had once received an intense lecture by the Supreme Kai that overdoing it could cause the fabric of the entire universe to collapse or something. Ala naturally half listened, but considering she lived in the universe, remained careful when using the technique all the same.

Space Vegas itself proved to be exactly the sort of place the curious Majin could get used to. She was immediately blown away by the myriad of bright lights, blaring music, and wild colors of the Space Vegasian 'strip'. The Strip, as it was known, as the equatorial band of establishments that ringed the equator of the planet. One long walkway stretched down the center, and only the finest establishments lined the perimeter. Hotels the size of mega-skyscrapers, casinos that filled city blocks, sporting venues that could accommodate millions of spectators. Ala was noticeably culture shocked, being mostly used to the relatively quite ho-hum of Earth or less densely populated planets in the galaxy. She briefly considered how many billions inhabited this world, and how tasty of a feast they'd make. But she relented immediately, the last time she depopulated a world half a galaxy's worth of heroes at forcibly sealed her in a magic ball not dissimilar to the one Majin Buu was sealed away in.

Ala was not keen to share her father's fate a second time for her gluttony, so she decided the people of Space Vegas would live... for now. Besides, there were important sights to take in. Her attention was immediately turned to the largest, and most impressive building in eyesight. A massive megascraper that quite literally reached to the edge of space. She craned her head back as she gazed upwards, to the point her neck would have snapped had she any bones. Ala let out a long whistle, and upon reading the sign emblazoned so large on the building it may well need a small power plant to sustain its operation, decided this was the place. 'The Cathedral of Avarice,' an incredibly regal and ostentatious name, both words that were beyond Majin Ala's lexicon. However, her attention had been grabbed, like so many upper middle class space tourists reading an online brochure.

The voluptuous Majin made her way inside, admiring the ornate lobby and how it reminded her of castles and palaces where she'd assassinated and absorbed kings and queens in days long past. Ala walked up to the lobby's reception desk, the young xeno man there staring wide eyed at her very immodest attire. He had no idea what a Majin was, likely not even knowing the legends of Majin Buu. Assuming Ala to be some alien of a distant world, the man's more immediate concerns where elsewhere. The silence got awkward fast, and Ala proceeded to cough into her hand to get his attention once more. Immediately the man's eyes drifted upwards to meet her own black gaze, and Ala smiled back cheerfully as the receptionist blushed bright red.

"Hi." She stated simply, waving her hand and wagging her long tail in excitement.

"Um, Hello Ma'am." The man replied, straightening his tie. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Yes." Ala replied bluntly. "Does this place have any food? Is it good food?" Her stomach growled loudly with her words.

The man paused for a second, that was not the question he expected. "Why yes, yes of course. The Cathedral has a dozen five star dining establishments, designed to suit all races and palettes."

Most of that went in one ear and out the other for Ala, but she did hear several 'yes's', which was more than enough for her. "Ok, which one's closest!?" She inquired eagerly, mouth practically watering at the thought of whatever delicious food they served on this crazy planet.

"Um... fifteenth floor. Elevators are that way." The receptionist replied meekly, pointing over the strange woman's shoulder.

"Perfect, thanks." Ala replied sweetly, blowing the plan a kiss before turning so fast he couldn't perceive it. She appeared in front of the elevator, looking questioningly at the double doors. She knew how these worked, she just had to remember. A portly woman in a vampa beast fur coat waddled up besides the Majin, turning to give her a side eyed huff at her immodesty before pressing a button for her own elevator. Ala mimicked the woman, finding the number fifteen and pressing it eagerly. The woman's elevator arrived almost immediately, whereas Ala was left tapping her feet impatiently. She let out a low groan, watching the woman who had arrived after her depart first.

Impatient as ever, Ala decided she'd waited long enough. She liquefied her body, sliding between the cracks in the door like ooze to the horror of the receptionist who'd been admiring her sizable derriere from his desk. In an instant she was gone, reforming herself inside the elevator shaft. Ala looked up, flying vertically and counting floors as she did. She arrived at fifteen moments later, once more liquefying and sliding under the doorway like a pink puddle of ooze. Patrons on the far side were shocked, gasping and heaving, visibly confused as the strange pink goop reformed itself into a voluptuous woman with clothing, jewelry, and hair no less. Ala simply dusted herself off and carried on like nothing had occurred.

The Majin woman quickly made her way towards the bar tops, finding an empty seat and quickly occupying it. She paid little attention to the company she now shared, though the Majin lifted her head slightly and sniffed at the air. She smelled blood, and sweat, and battle. It came from the man next to her, weapon sheathed across his back. Pirate? Mercenary? Gladiator? No matter, she was too hungry to care about the stranger beyond initial curiosity. When the barkeep arrived he gazed wide eyed at the woman. Ala was... quite the sight compared to most of the patrons of this establishment. Bright pink skin did not help her case, especially among the more muted humanoids like Saiyans, Kabochans, and Earthlings with their biege skin.

"What'll you be having Miss?" The man said with a lecherous look in his eyes.

"Food!" Ala blurted out in response, mouth now actually salivating.

The bartender looked puzzled, and annoyed. Did this bimbo not know this was a bar? "I only serve drinks. Buffets that way toots." He said gruffly, attention quickly shifting to actual patrons with actual orders.

Ala turned her head, puzzled but sated, looking to the far side of the restaurant where the buffet awaited. She turned to Clover, barely meeting his eyes. "This is my seat, I'll be right back..." She informed him, before hopping up and again shifting to the buffet in a blinding dash of speed that scared a waitress half to death. There was fast, then there was Majin Ala. She wanted to just dig in, and devour everything in sight. It all smelled so delicious, but upon seeing patrons taking plates and simply heaping them with food she relented. Things tended to go more smoothly and have less yelling when Ala copied others. So she waved out a hand and lifted up several dozen plates to orbit around her like moons with her telekinesis. The Majin eagerly piled each one absurdly high with food, to the point she needed carefully focus on balancing them with her mind.

The Majin woman then returned to her seat at the bar, walking at a leisurely gate so as to not spill her meal. She took her seat next to the smelly Earthling warrior, carefully arranging her dozens of plates as best she could with the limited bar top real estate. Many of them now sitting in what was her neighbor's 'personal space', as if that mattered to her. Ala was about to dig into her veritable feast, only to finally notice she was the only one at the bar with actual plates of food. She turned to meet the stranger's probing gaze, before finally addressing him. "How come you only have that to drink?" She asked innocently, pointing a finger at his sake bottle. "They have food over that way." She added, gesturing back towards the buffet.

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Majin Ala was a ravenous glutton, devouring her meal with a kind of zeal and fury only a half demon at a hot dog stand could rival. It was an expression she'd heard somewhere once before, it never made much sense to her then or now. Mercifully, the woman actually used silverware, though only because she was in a social setting. Ala had learned mimicry was the best form of flattery, and as a result silverware and the vaguest understanding of table etiquette was employed among the public. Were she alone or among private company, the Majin glutton would quite literally be trying to shovel food into her mouth as fast as possible. This was especially easy with elastic biology, her speed impeded only by her desire to actually taste her meal.

She looked over to the stranger on her left, chewing a mouthful of food as she puzzled over his words. "Why? It's food. It's right over there. Food's supposed to be eaten. Go eat some." The notion of 'waiting' when food was readily available was almost as alien to the Majin as she was to most of the patrols of this establishment. Men that had moments ago looked upon her with lustful gazes were quickly reconsidering upon watching how voraciously she ate. It was a rather... excited display of hunger. Ala returned to her meal, closing her eyes and happily munching away in contentment as she devoured her feast. The bar tender seemed particularly annoyed, he'd likely had to clean this mess up when she was finished.

However, Ala's eyes opened wide and her head snapped to the side with sickening speed at the mention of the word dessert. "They have dessert?" The strange pink woman questioned, sniffing at the air eagerly. Of course, the stench of the sweaty neighbor had blinded her from the truth. So many tasty scents, and that was not one of them. Food, drink, and most of all dessert. Ala looked back at her new friend, brow furrowed in mild annoyance. "You should have told me earlier. I love dessert. Also, you smell bad. Were you training? You smell... sweaty, and like blood. I'm glad I don't do those." Ala stuck out her blue tongue and mock gagged at the notion. Bleeding? Sweating? No, she just shot out steam, and only when sufficiently worked up. Otherwise it was all rubber, all the time.

Without saying a word, Ala began to get up from her seat. Except, she didn't. She remained seated, still enjoying her meal. Her brow however, was furrowed in concentration. Using her Majin Fission, a blob like humanoid pulled its way from her back. It quickly sprouted legs, before its limbs grew more defining features like fingers and toes. Within moments the blob had separated completely, shaping clothes, jewelry, and hair from its taffy like form. A woman fainted upon watching the display, but Ala paid her no mind, distracted by her food. Her duplicate finally finished shapeshifting, forming a perfect doppelganger of the Majin woman. "Ok I need you to..." Ala said as she chewed a mouthful of food. "...Go get us dessert!" Ka replied, mind on the same wavelength. They were after all, two halves of one strange being.

Majin Ka didn't hesitate, shifting to the dessert bar in a flash of Rapid Movement. She immediately reached for the chocolate fountain, deciding it much too large and bulky for her seat at the bar. The gluttonous Majin simply grabbed it wholesale, tilting it upright and pouring its contest down her waiting maw. Her tail swished eagerly, and dismayed onlookers watched as she guzzled down gallons of chocolate meant to be shared by the entire restaurant. Her stomach distended, sloshing to the point she looked heavily pregnant as she finished. Ka let out a content sigh, setting the now empty fountain down and looking at her distended midsection. She furrowed her brow, sucking in her gut until you couldn't even notice the difference.

A waiter informed her she couldn't do that, which Ka simply brushed off and reach for plates. She telekinetically tool them all, loading them with the entire contents of the dessert bar all with a wide smile plastered on her face. Despite the protests of staff, Ka could not dissuaded. It was after all, an All You Can Eat buffet. Unfortunately, all she can eat exceeded what one feeble restaurant could provide. Majin Ka made her way back to the bar, the center of attention as a convoy of plates drifted behind her.

Ka sat down at Clover's left, whereas Ala remained at his right. Seeing how Ka had more food than she did, and it was dessert no less, Ala got silently jealous of her other half. She then in turn rose from her seat, to clean out what remained of the normal buffet and bring that back as her second helping. "There's better restaurants here too?" Ka questioned, mind already racing with new thoughts. Sly was right, Space Vegas was great. She had however, immediately forgotten the receptionist had already told her exactly what dining services the place offered. She'd zoned the man out after hearing what she needed to. "I wanna see them, I hope their food is just as good." She happily added, before digging into her sugary feast.

Ala returned and reseated herself at Clover's right. One Majin beauty at his left, the other at his right, and approximately zero real estate left on the bar top for his drinks. Plates covered every conceivable inch of space, though space began clearing up as the duo began stacking up the empty ones. The two both paused, swallowing their current mouthfuls in unison as they listened to the man talk. "I'm a Majin." They both responded at once, giving the stranger a tempting smile. "I'm Majin Ala." Stated the one at his right. "And I'm Majin Ka." Added in the one at his left. "Majin Ka is Majin Ala, but Majin Ala is not Majin Ka." The right Majin, the original of the two chimed in. As she spoke her duplicate nodded along in agreement, returning to her confectionery feast.

"I came from Ala." Ka finally added, responding to the latter half of the question. "He's not asking about you!" Ala said as she glared at her counterpart. "Well it's still true!" Ka said with a huff, returning to her superior meal. Ala's gaze turned back to the man, and she batted her long eyelashes before she began to speak. The man had a certain, dashing look about him. Even if he smelled bad and had one eye. "I came from Majin Buu. He's my dad, but he's busy sleeping right now. All of us did, well, sort of." Ala stopped to consider the logistics of her explanation. "Buu made me, and my siblings. Some of us split and made other Majins. And those do the same, over and over. From one came many, even if there's not really that many of us..." She was slightly saddened by her own words. Earthlings got a whole planet, Saiyans got like ten, but you couldn't even fill a small city with every Majin out there. It just wasn't fair.

Ala's tail silently slunk around the warrior, coiling up to his drink and wrapping around the glass. "What is this? I wanna try it?" With that her tail plucked the half finished glass from the bar top, lifting it to her lips. The Majin swallowed contents without thought in one gulp. She made quite the face as the aftertaste hit her. "BLEGH!" She said as her face contorted in disgust. "You drink that stuff... on purpose? Dumb." If alcohol even had an effect on Ala, it would take an extraordinary amount. She set back the glass and withdrew her tail, still looking at the warrior in disgust and confusion.

"Now I wanna know about you. What's your name, where are you from? Why are you here? Have you been to Earth? Ever blown up a planet? Are you a warrior, you look like one. Why do you smell so bad? Do you like me? And can I be your friend?" Ala rattled off her questions like a machine-gun, breathing only once she finished. She reached for more food to stuff her face as she eagerly awaited the stranger's reply. There was little 'nuance' or 'subtlety' to the woman, Majin Ala treated conversation the way she treated everything. Excessively and with boundless energy.

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Ala laughed and simply shook her head no. "Nope, I'm not your mom. You're the wrong color, silly." As if color was the defining physiological difference between an Earthling and a magical bubblegum creature. The Majin woman listened along eagerly, enjoying her food as she did. "A tournament? Ahhh... lucky. I love fighting. I'm the best at it!" She boastfully declared, puffing out her chest proudly. That certainly attracted the eyes of many a patron further down the bar. "I don't mind if you're stinky, at least you aren't mean. If you smelled bad, and you were mean, I'd be mad. Real mad." Ala did not elaborate further on the consequences of her anger. Besides, delicious foods were blocking out the sweaty musk of the Earthling and his unpleasant tasting drink.

The original Majin's face lit up at the word steakhouse. "Oh, I love steak! Meat is yummy... but I still like candy more." Though her face looked a big quizzical as she watched her new friend adjust his outfit. "Are you cold mister? I could breath some fire. That might warm you up." Ala was ultimately caring, albeit about as blunt as an anvil and as subtle as a freight train. "I don't really get cold. Unless its magic cold. Or space. Space is chilly, and it feels so empty." She mused for a bit on how terrible space was, before taking another bite of her meal. "Space is dumb. There should be more planets." More expert analysis by someone who had taken the liberty of removing several planets in her lifetime. As if the universe being a crowded gumball machine of worlds would be any better.

"Hey!" Ka said bluntly, watching her new friend suppressing a laugh at Ala's expense. "Not funny." The two said in unison, nodding before Ala proceeded to wash away the taste with ever more food. "Ease pain?" The two asked again in unison, shaking their heads. "Naw, don't need it. Pain doesn't hurt. I mean... hmm..." Ala raised a hand to her chin, crossing her legs as she stumbled over how to word it. Majin Ka tossed her a cupcake, and she happily munched it up. "Thanks." She said to herself, speaking through a mouthful of full. "What I mean is. I heal too fast. Yup. Majins bounce back. Just regenerate everything. Sometimes I get hit so hard I turn into goo."

"It's no fun." Majin Ka blurted out, adding her two sense to the conversation. "Yes, no fun. Unless I meant to do it. Reforming is easy, just takes ki. And I got lots, and lots, and lots of ki. Pink ki!" Another crucial detail, though there was truth to her statement. It was indeed, exceedingly pink ki. "Oh yeah, no blood either. Just Majin." Ka added in, tossing her cohort a donut to snack on. "Just spit. Oh, and steam." The dessert hungry doppelganger concluded, finishing their short list of bodily fluids. Ala nodded along in agreement, another crash course in their weird magical biology.

The two Majin beauties actually stopped stuffing their faces to listen as Clover answered their bevvy of questions. They nodded along in eager fascination, always content to learn more about others. It came with the territory, Majin Ala absorbed more than just physical beings and devouring food. She hungered for knowledge, understanding, and insight. There was so much left unexplained in the universe, and no one had ever stopped to try and teach her. It was why she'd learned she must teach herself. Or, you know, steal the accumulated knowledge and memories of hundreds of warriors across the ages. Teaching!

"Clover." Ala replied simply, seeing how the name felt rolling off her tongue. "Clo-ver." Ka said as well, putting extra space on the syllables. "Hmm. It's too long a name." They admitted in unison. "But... Clo sounds too much like Kho. I'll get confused." The pair nodding at each other in agreement. They looked back to the one eyed martial artist, before addressing him in unison. "Ok, I'll call you Clover then. Cause that's your name, even if it is long. Names should be short, like mine is." They explained, offering no further elaboration behind their thought process.

"So you're from Earth." Ala said, mostly to herself as she returned to her food. "I'm from Earth too. But I haven't been there in a long time. Except to fight Sly and Kho. That was fun." Ala and Ka let out sighs in unison, eating their food more slowly, for once. "Everything on Earth is different from when I left. Everyone's dead, or old. Or missing. I don't know what I'm supposed to do." The two did manage to perk up slightly, quickly getting off their brief but telling spell of sullenness. "Aw, you should blow up a planet. I have, its fun. But you gotta eat everyone first, otherwise its a waste. And don't feel bad about your smell Clover. You just need a bath." Ala said, giving the Earthling a warm smile. As if hygiene and genocide belonged in the same sentence.

"I am pretty nice." Majin Ka admitted with a grin, leaning in and wrapping her arms around the warrior's broad shoulders. "Yeah, I'm super nice. But some people don't like me cause I'm a 'threat to the galaxy at large'." Majin Ala chimed in, doing the same as she draped herself around the man's opposite side. The two were surprised when Clover shot to his feet, and instinctively peeled themselves off him. They watched with curious black eyes as he stormed over to the buffet and retrieved them assorted dishes.

"Cookies AND ice cream?" Majin Ala squealed. "And steak!" Majin Ka said excitedly. The two tore into their respective entrees, having long since already devoured everything else and showing no apparent signs of slowing down. When they finished they let out a sigh, looking down at their distended bellies. The two Majin's brows furrowed, they looked shockingly pregnant. One quick suck of the gut and they were back to their usual hourglass forms. "Much better." They agreed, patting their seemingly bottomless tums.

The two got a saddened look in their eyes when Clover addressed himself as boring, once more they practically wrapped around him trying to console the warrior. "You're not a weirdo. You're an Earthling. Earthlings are pretty normal. Yah, they don't even have tails or horns or wings or scales." The two talked over each other, finishing each other's sentences as Ala's distressed consciousness waxed between her fissions. "Ladies?" They added with a giggle. "No no no, I told you silly. Majin Ka is Majin Ala, but Majin Ala is not Majin Ka." They nodded along in unison as they finished their paradoxical explanation for the second time this evening. The two then cleared each of their throats, blushing a slight red at their cheeks.

"You're not boring. You're a martial artist, from earth, and you're nice. And you fed me." The two rattled off their reasoning, going back and forth as they did. "But, more important. I... don't have a lot of friends. There's not a lot of Majins out there. That's why I made Ka, and Zams, you haven't met them yet. So I'd always have a friend..." Ala said, sniffling a bit. "Even if that friend is just me." Ka finished the sentence, now sniffling as well. "And that's why I wanna make more friends!" She admitted, reaching over to hug her own doppelganger, the two Majins sobbing softly to each other before they fused back into one. The reconstituted Majin Ala now sat sniffling in Clover's broad lap, tail wrapped tenderly around the man who'd been a stranger only minutes ago.

Ala's concentration had slipped slightly, and the man's bar stool audible groaned in protest at the weight pressing down on it. With her emotional flare up, the passive Telekinesis the Majin woman used to mask her extreme density and weight ha wavered slightly. She felt like she weighed half a ton sitting against Clover's thigh. "Sorry!" She muttered embarrassed, blushing once more as she hopped back to her own seat. Mentally redoubling her focus to not let her dirty little secret out of the bag again. "So..." Majin Ala added sheepishly. "You will be my friend?"

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"You're welcome!" Majin Ala replied cheerfully to Clover's comment, manners were an important part of communication after all. She did look slightly saddened to learn he was not a star crossing adventure seeker like herself. That was half the fun of the Universe. It was such a big place, it felt like there was always so much more to explore. In five hundred years Ala felt she'd barely scratched the surface, and she'd been to quite a few planets. Removed a few of them from the maps in the process, but she technically had been to them. "Oh, well. Home is good too. Yup." She replied sheepishly, unsure if she should press that issue further. In truth much of the reason she even wandered was because Earth had never really felt like home. Nowhere did, and that's what hurt the most about it. If she had a real home, she wouldn't be inclined to roam the universe searching for one.

Ala listened eagerly to all of Clover's responses, though she did take offense to his thoughts of regeneration. "Hey!" She blurted out. "It's not messy. I don't bleed all over like you do." Within a few moments though all was forgiven, she wasn't good at grudges anyways. She looked wistfully past the man when he commented on her leaving Earth. "Yup. I left. I didn't know where to go... I just went." That explanation made sense to her, even if she couldn't eloquently explain it. Earth hadn't been a place for a Majin, maybe no place was. Why had Buu made them? For family? He just ended up leaving them. Why leave family alone with no place to go. Majin Ala hated him for that, but she missed him too dearly to dwell on that hate. She just wished she could sit down and ask him 'why?' Instead she roamed the universe searching for answers to questions she didn't think had them. And that was no fun, even for her.

It angered Majin Ala greatly when Clover boasted about not having many friends and still doing fine. Steam erupted from her and her clone, as well as the sound not far from a train whistle. It was enough to make bar patrons jump in surprise. "Of course you're fine. There's lots of Earthlings. You get a whole planet of... you. I can't even count all the Majin I know on one hand." She said mournfully, jealously no less. It made her angry, but she stowed her temper with the fact she was enjoying good food and meeting new people. Dinner wasn't time to be angry. That came later, during the fighting. "You'd be sad like me if you didn't have a planet full of Earthlings I bet." She dared the plan, a century ago it'd have been a threat. A dare that she'd destroy his world just to prove herself right and see his sorrow at his great loss. But now, now she was just working herself up for no reason. The Majin let out another long sigh, seemingly equalizing her pressure as steam ceased erupting from her.

The Majin woman just gave Clover a puzzled look as she squirmed his way up from his seat. "Where you going Clover?" She asked innocently, trailing alongside the man as he swaggered towards the elevator. The way Clover walked was silly, and Ala couldn't help but giggle as she followed after him. "You walk like a duck!" She blurted out, making the most apt comparison she could. As the two left the bar tender walked over to give them their bill, only to grow infuriated seeing they'd dined and dashed. He glanced to the side, looking for the two and catching sight of Ala's pink backside easily among the crowd.

"Hey you bastards! You have to pay for that!" He cried out, slamming his fist on his bar top. The two were well out of earshot, so the man immediately grabbed for the phone and called hotel security. "Yes, Mmm... Yes twelfth floor. Yes, the pink woman and the man in the eye patch. Very good, I'm glad I could help." He hung up the phone and angrily looked at the mountain of dishes before him. "Bastards..." He simply muttered to himself, shaking his head. Hopefully security would straighten those two delinquents out. Now he just had to get someone to help him clean up all these damn plates...

Majin Ala didn't make it to the elevator before it began closing around her. "Oof." She muttered, as the doors squeezed shut against her rubbery body. She popped through all the same, effortlessly reforming into her usual shape. Now she had Clover all alone, and they could talk more. Ala's long prehensile tail lazily leaned out to slide across the buttons on the elevator panel, lighting them all up as she dragged her tail across them. "There, that should buy us a while." The Majin said with a giggle, pressing herself uncomfortably close against the Earthling and pressing his back to the side of the elevator.

"Of course I'll be your friend!" She said eagerly, tracing a black nail slowly over the warrior's bare chest. "Why wouldn't I be? You're big and strong and handsome and from Earth and you might smell bad but you can fix that." She spoke in rambling sentences, far too eager to think clearly about what she was saying at all. "If we're friends then we should train together. You're a warrior, I'm a war. It'll be fun. I haven't ever had anyone to train with, usually I just fight. But I see warriors training all the time. It looks fun, like working together to get stronger. Oh, and we should fight! Yes, for play not for real. I don't wanna eat you and I dunno if you can handle me in my normal size." Bombshells, she was one and Ala tended to drop them like candy. "But it'd be fun to see just how strong you are. Also you have to buy me dinner when I win."

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the building hotel security were amassing in the main lobby. The two dash and diners were on Elevator 2B, and slowly, painfully slowly making their way to the lobby. The one was identified as a powerful Earthling warrior who'd recently won an exhibition tournament. Unfortunately for hotel staff, they weren't equipped to deal with fighters of that magnitude, but they hoped the man could be reasoned with. He didn't have a criminal record on profile, so perhaps it was just an absent minded mistake though. The consort he was with though, the pink xeno woman, she was a total enigma. Her profile didn't match any on Hypernet records, and they security officers had no idea as to how formidable she was. Hopefully not very, and this Clover individual would relent rather than risk letting his evening fling get injured. Either way, security cleared out the lobby and set up positions for when the elevator would eventually open. "Can't we override that damn thing, speed it up a bit?" The Sergeant asked one of his technicians. "This is taking forever."

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