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Post by Queen of Cunts on Jul 20, 2012 17:50:05 GMT -5
“<The human wished for honourable and noble combat,>” Zasha explained, “<it had a mighty war cry. Alas, it was a short duel. The fight seems to have left it completely. Ruptured, I suppose. Also, the Prince was menstruating, but we thought it was of utmost importance to ensure that this human did not perish in its new status as my pet.>”
She jabbed a finger at the other Saiyan. It was good to hear someone other than her sister speaking their language, though she had not been present on their home planet in almost half a century, and she did not remember them speaking it with such a peculiar dialect.
“<You speak the human language. You will inform this one that it is my pet when it recovers. Well met, sister.>” Zasha punctuated her greeting with a hearty slap on the back that would have been strong enough to knock down a tree. “<Zasha thanks you for your assistance. Later, we shall spar and I shall discover the depths of your power.>”
She took the proffered mouth-fire reverentially in her hand, mimicking the finger placement of the human. Unfortunately, she almost squeezed the small stick in half before she could get the pressure correct. The whole stick almost unravelled in her hand, but through sheer skill she was able to keep it together.
“<ZASHA THANKS YOU!>” she said, because volume was the eternal substitute for understanding.
With that, she tucked the smouldering end of the mouth-fire between her lips. It burned the end of her tongue and she smiled. Unfortunately, the burning subsided far too quickly, and all that remained was a bitter taste. She removed the mouth-fire and stared at the wetted end, frowning.
“<This mouth-fire appears to be defective. I will take another.>”
Zasha paused, chiding herself for her poor manners.
“<I will take another, and in exchange I will allow you to gauge my fighting power through the medium of combat,>” she proclaimed, raising her fist to emphasise how enthusiastic she was about the idea.
The green alien leapt onto Zasha’s chest plate and grabbed the front of her armour. It unleashed a rapid stream of words in the common tongue, none of which Zasha understood. It wasn’t that she was ignorant of the universal language, but more just that she had resisted all attempts to learn it. That was what Appezia was for.
“<What are you?>” she asked, lifting the green animal with one hand and licking the side of its face, “<are you some kind of food? You appear to have parasites.>”
Her tail encircled the other, smaller strange creature that was attached to the first’s head and lifted it for closer inspection. It had round, bulbous eyes and a sac beneath its mouth that inflated when it spoke. Its speech seemed to consist mostly of belching noises. Perhaps it was mocking her.
“<Shall I eat this one for you?>”
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Post by redpyrocat on Jul 22, 2012 17:08:14 GMT -5
Everion blinked when the stranger grabbed her and licked her face. She made a face and rubbed the spot that was licked, drying it. She was puzzled by her words, not understanding a single thing she was saying. As Everion tried to figure out what the woman was saying, she grabbed mo and started to say something else.
Mo flailed in the strangers tail, croaking loudly with panic. He didn’t know what was going on, but the tail was squeezing him tightly, and he had a feeling he knew what she was thinking….FOOD. He didn’t want to find out.
Everion shrieked and reached for Mo, his eyes were bugging out more then they should. She grabbed the strangers tail with her own, squeezing it to trying to save him from popping.
Everion continued to tighten her grip on the strangers tail, and proceeded to shake it rather violently. The stranger was going to drop Mo, that was for damn sure.
Tears welding up in her eyes, she sucked in as much air as possible and roared, “GIVE HIM BACK!!!!!!”
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Post by Turtle on Jul 22, 2012 22:54:25 GMT -5
Zasha clapped the interpreter on the back altogether too firmly, knocking the air from her lungs. Of course, the sentiment itself would have stunned her anyway. There was no way she was fighting that thing. If she turned her head and spat, the resulting puddle would have more depth than her power. She would end up like the battered human, and then what good would she be? (She was starting to feel a real kinship with these humans. They were highly breakable, and managed anyway.)
She drew in a hasty breath as things exploded between Everion and Zasha an instant later. She wasn't in the habit of telling stronger people what to do (unless acting on someone stronger's orders) but got the distinct impression that this would not fly with this crowd. "<The amphibious creature is domesticated, Everion cares for it,>" she rasped hastily. "<And on a similar note, the humans are sapient. I'm certain that keeping one as a pet would be frowned upon.>"
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Post by sexystrife on Jul 23, 2012 19:43:24 GMT -5
<”Zasha, you are to put that creature down now. You don’t know where it’s been.”> Appezia stalked forward, leveling her sister with a cold stare as she removed the small creature from her sister’s grasp. The elder twin’s face twitched in a faint display of disgust as she gave the writhing amphibian back to Everion. She sneered almost immediately as she eyed her fingers, her face almost showing her disgust as she quickly wiped the strange slime from her fingers on her armor before finally turning her attention to Bulma, her face devoid of its earlier emotion,
“I am Appezia, and this is my sister Zasha. You will have to forgive her behavior; she does not speak the common tongue.” Her voice seemed almost clinical despite her apology, “I have been told that you are adept at fixing broken things. My sister seems to have broken one of your compatriots.”
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Post by redpyrocat on Jul 31, 2012 13:56:32 GMT -5
Everion hugged Mo, he tried to wriggle out of her grasp…she was squeezing him way too much. He finally let out a strangled gurgling sound, notifying her that she needed to stop. She placed him back on her head.
This second stranger, looked a lot like the first. Appezia and Zasha…those are some weird names. Everion stared at Appezia, she spoke the same language as her. Good, now she will get her answers. She looked up the two ladies, they didn’t look like ladies. She compared them to Tomta, they looked so different from her. Maybe this race ranges in their appearance.
She looked back to Bulma, now confused…there were so many different types of people here, Everion was having a hard time wrapping her head around it. She then looked back at Appezia, she wanted to know more.
She also wanted candy, she has gone without it far too long. She wanted candy, now. She could feel herself starting to get antsy…and she didn’t like it. Everion walked right up to Appezia, her head tilted as far back as possible to get a better look at her.
“Where are you from? Why are you here? Why did your sister hurt her? Are you two Saiyans? How tall are you? Do YOU have any candy? No one else on this ship seems to, so you MUST have some!!!! GIMMIE!!!”
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Post by nightriddler on Aug 2, 2012 22:01:27 GMT -5
Bulma briefly zoned out, distracted by the sight of the Saiyan woman putting the lit end of the cigarette into her mouth. She was curious though when it didn't seem to have injured her in the slightest. She'd known that the Saiyans were tough and resilient, but she was still surprised.
Bulma frowned a little, the wheels turning in her head. It would be great to maybe see if one of these Saiyan sisters would help her test some of her gadgets out. If circumstances had been different, in another time and place, Vegeta would've been a nice option. At the thought of him, though, she only got more distracted.
"Oh, right," Bulma finally said, brought back to the present by Appezia. She nodded in understanding, looking back down at the girl who was lying in front of her. She sighed; more things to delay her work. Such was the price to pay for being a genius.
"Yeah, I can fix just about anything. I'll take care of the girl. I think her name's Maiyah, right? Well, these injuries are nothing compared to the usual crap I gotta deal with," she mused, looking the redheaded girl over. She had a broken nose for sure, but Bulma could set that easily. Depending on how bad everything else was - and how much of a pain tolerance this girl had - part of a senzu might be in order. "I'll have her back up in no time, no worries."
"Oh, and before I forget," she said with a smile, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. She offered it to Appezia. "You can give this to your sister. Tell her if she wants more, maybe we can make a little business arrangement. I got some cool stuff that I need to test out, that she can help me out with if she's interested."
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Post by sexystrife on Aug 6, 2012 2:33:27 GMT -5
Appezia stared down at the small reptilian woman with a small glimmer of question residing within the depths of her eyes. Though the smaller woman spoke plainly in the common tongue, Appezia found herself, for the first time in many years, somewhat confused by her barrage of questions. Appezia’s lips twitched involuntarily as she spared the creature the smallest of once overs. She had to hand it to the green one, she was very bold to approach a warrior of her caliber, or very stupid. She could not seem to decide which it was.
“Candy?” Appezia queried in a flat tone, allowing her hand to glide absently along her biceps as though in thought, “What is this ‘Candy?’” She rolled her eyes, dismissing the question for the moment as she turned her attention to the small aqua haired human and watched with little interest as she examined her sister’s mess. She seemed to muse here and there, stopping in place to examine the different array of bruises that had begun to show on the wounded human’s frame, displaying her eye for detail with suppressed intrigue. Appezia smirked inwardly, had the woman not been born a frail human she would have made for a decent fighter.
< “Zasha,”> Appezia began, taking the smoldering object from the scientist with a light huff as she turned to her sister, < “You were putting it in your mouth wrong.”> Her voice became a growl as she handed the cigarette over, < “The human offers you a job, sister. If you accept, she promises more of these ‘mouth fire’ sticks.”>
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Post by Turtle on Aug 6, 2012 3:06:35 GMT -5
"I believe Everion is referring to some sort of confectionery. " Tomta's eyebrows dipped momentarily as she combed her memory for a Saiyan equivalent. All she could produce was <"Sugary things"> and shamed herself back into silence. She hadn't really spoken it since she was a child, and she had never had to work in it. While she understood the language well enough (and figure out any blank spots contextually), she hadn't really encountered words for any given eventuality and her vocabulary was, comparatively, rather lacking.
The small Saiyan woman slunk back against the wall, feeling more than a little superfluous and rather useless, though she tried to keep this from her face.
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Post by Queen of Cunts on Aug 12, 2012 15:34:41 GMT -5
Zasha had been watching proceedings with some interest, and though she could not speak the common tongue, nor had she any desire to do so, she liked to think she was insightful enough to understand the conversation even without knowing their language. Clearly everyone present was congratulating her on her victory over the human. The blue-haired one, particularly, could hardly contain its lust.
“<Nonsense!>” Zasha informed her sister, taking the mouth-fire that had been offered to her and chomping down on the ashen end for a second time. It fizzled out shortly after. There may have been some merit to the unlit end after all. “<Tell the human that I accept her offer, on the condition that there will be no sexual deviancy. There is not enough mouth-fire to purchase Zasha’s skill in the marital arts!>”
The small Saiyan explained the lizard woman’s actions as a quest for “sugary things”, and Zasha believed she may have known what this was.
“<Yes! Yes, I am familiar with these sugary things. The humans call them cho-co-lart. But these are Zasha’s sugary things. I have earned them through combat. If the lizard woman wishes for Zasha’s cho-co-lart then she must fight for it. It is the Saiyan way.>”
She considered the small one for a moment and decided that it was high time she had another interpreter. Appezia had been useful, but she was far too polite, and Zasha got the impression that her sister wasn’t conveying every part of the messages she gave her to translate. She didn’t hear nearly enough expletives in the common tongue for it to be words that came from her mouth. Since boarding the ship, Appezia had become increasingly more and more busy as well, and Zasha was eager to explore. With that in mind, she nominated this other Saiyan as her new interpreter.
“<You! You are useful. You will accompany Zasha and be her interpretation among the common speakers.>”
On the occasions in which Zasha had been arrested on Planet Vegeta, the guards had used a technique of forming a bond made of energy, tying them to their prisoner. Zasha had picked up the technique herself, after the hundredth or so time of having it used on her. After that, many was the time a guard would lead Zasha from the castle, only to find itself tied to her instead of vice versa. She used the skill now, to bind the other Saiyan’s wrist to her own.
“<We will go together and find more powerful beings to do combat with!>”
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Post by sexystrife on Aug 13, 2012 0:34:53 GMT -5
Appezia watched her sister with a knowing silence as Zasha drug the smaller saiyan close, and bound them both in a light that she knew all too well. Appezia groaned inwardly, If Zasha believed that forcing another poor sap to drag behind her in her antics would stave off trouble she was quite mistaken. Though, Appezia thought with almost absolute certainty, she highly doubted that her sister was even smart enough for such thoughts. No, there was no ulterior motive at play; her sister was absolutely serious in her request. Appezia sighed softly, rolling her eyes as she met Bulma’s confused gaze with a look of weariness as she responded, “My sister says she will accept your conditions on the grounds that you do not pursue sexual contact with her.” The words seemed thick, almost hard to push from her lips as the ridiculousness of her sister’s request finally set in.
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Post by redpyrocat on Aug 14, 2012 17:36:36 GMT -5
Everion’s head bounced from person to person as they all spoke. She didn’t understand their language, all she knew was that Appezia didn’t even know what candy was. That was disappointing. As they continued to talk in their language, Everion looked around the room. She was getting bored, and she really wanted some candy.
“No candy? Kay, bye.”
With that being said, she bounced her way out of the room. She was going to try and find someone more interesting to talk to. Maybe there are more people she has not met yet. Mo clung desperately to her spines as she bounced around, she has bounced him right off before and he didn’t want a repeat of that.
(post continued on main deck)
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Post by Turtle on Aug 15, 2012 1:31:46 GMT -5
"Ah," Tomta started quietly, reflexively wrenching her arm against the ki restraints and the invasion of her personal space. She was suddenly reminded that she really did need to learn to sense energy, as she couldn't get a feel for it besides the pressure against her wrist, but she was fairly certain there was no way she'd break free, and she certainly didn't want to offend the larger, stronger saiyan woman. She glanced over at Appezia, eyes widened in what passed for alarm on the usually stoic woman's face.
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Post by nightriddler on Aug 17, 2012 3:38:30 GMT -5
Bulma's eyes widened when Appezia offered a translation to Zasha's terms of acceptance to their little deal, but she managed to keep her wits about her and not laugh. The amusement was welcomed, albeit short-lived.
"Well, you just tell your sister that she doesn't know what she's missing then," Bulma joked with Appezia, even though her smile was fleeting. "And tell her I said thanks. She can drop by whenever she wants. I have enough to keep us both busy for a long time."
Truth be told, even with Zasha's help, there was still enough work for Bulma to be preoccupied right until the battle with Frieza finally came. Not that she minded; it was always good to keep her hands busy. That way she wouldn't have to let her mind dwell on the pains of the past, and she could stay grounded in the present.
Still, the thought was daunting, and as she looked around while everyone chatted at all the work that was waiting for her, she decided she was long overdue for a smoke break. The Maiyah girl was still out. She likely wouldn't notice, much less mind if Bulma stepped away for just a few minutes. It would be good to take a breather and regain her bearings a little bit, maybe check the wreck that Krillin and Gohan had made.
Maybe she could even catch up to another Saiyan that wasn't currently in the room - just to offer him a quick thanks for not seriously injuring Krillin, and nothing more.
"Alright guys," Bulma finally said when she saw Zasha latch some type of ki restraint on Tomta. Yes, now was a good time to slip out. "I'm gonna step out for a smoke break, and to stretch my legs a bit. I'll be right back!" she called, the metallic doors sliding closed behind her as she left her lab.
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Post by Queen of Cunts on Sept 8, 2012 14:38:21 GMT -5
“<Appezia! Today has been a successful day for conquest! Next shall be a successful night for drinking!>”
Zasha gave her sister a hearty slap on the back. She was pleased. Part of her had expected their journey to the great battle with Frieza to be an uninteresting one, but here she was aboard a ship brimming with interesting creatures to fight, mouth-fire and experiments to be a part of. Truly, this was going to be a wondrous voyage. This was no doubt one of those meetings of minds that her sister often liked to wax poetic about.
It was also invigorating to be around her own kind again, even if there did seem to be so very few of them. That was probably to be expected with the planet having exploded though. Still, just the Princess, his brother and their small friend more than doubled the total from the number she had known were alive before that.
“<You, little one! You will come with me! The time has come to celebrate!>”
Zasha believed that there was something endearing about the smaller Saiyan. She seemed like she would make an excellent companion. Zasha would make it her goal to invoke her Saiyan fire. The first order of business would be to see how she drank. She was aware that she hadn’t yet learned the smaller one’s class, but that was rarely an issue for her in selecting her company. She usually left such matters to Appezia.
She yanked her new friend out of the laboratory as though there was no additional weight on her frame, moving with her usual lumbering gait.
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