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Topic Started: Sep 25 2016, 06:52 PM (386 Views)
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The Tuffle prince flew through the clouded skies of Earth as he constantly surveyed the terrain. He was brought to this planet after detecting a massive gathering of grudge energy from across the void of space. It was similar readings But the last Tuffle did not realize until his arrival how much grudge, or hatred, energy was abundant here. Signs of war, armies mounting from all over the globe and high power levels beyond what Orengee had experienced during the Saiyan-Tuffle war. The human expression "needle in a haystack" would definitely apply for the prince's search for the right breadcrumb. He would just have to check each and every location personally.

His second stop was a huge city filled with soldiers and troops operating mechanical arrays and battle vehicles. To Orengee, the entire fortress was clouded by a deep red mist of energy swirling around. At a center location was a single "star" of power. For the cyborg it looked like a nebula swirling around a young star of dark power. The prince could taste it in the air. He never approved of Dr. Raichi's desire to tame grudge energy. It tasted like "dirty lead" to Orengee. Besides, the prince preferred energy sources that did not stem from primal sources that the would Saiyans embrace with their fury and pride.

But this mass of energy could be Raichi's doing. Before the doctor's demise during the war, he was known to jettison much technology and devices into space. The doctor's own invention, the first Hatchiyack device, ran through the prince's veins. Despite their disagreements into which direction Tuffle technology should develop, Orengee could not deter his investigation just because of his distaste of grudge power. This glowing presence he can see on his energy scanners could be one of Raichi's devices in the hands of these...Hu-Mans.

The prince teleported from high above into the building itself.

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Once on the interior, Orengee was surprised at the sudden change of scenery. Outside was a massive technological war base but within its walls was something more sophisticated and calm. Wood beams and flooring filled this empty space. It was strange to have something so dignified encased within miles of dark metal. This room had meaning, purpose. The cyborg's cross eyes scanned the room. As clean as it was, he could detect old blood cells imprinted on the walls and floor. It was like staring at the room with a black light. History of smashed limbs and broken bones surrounded the Tuffle.

The Tuffle was not privy of Earthly culture. All he could deduce from the information around him was that this room was either a room for training or punishment. Unknown to the Tuffle, though, it was used for both.

The prince took one step forward and he could hear a siren go off in the distance. Orengee looked down as he foot. Did he step on some kind of pressure plate? Or was it some kind of motion sensor rigged to this room? Before he could analyze the situation the doors burst open and was quickly filled with a brigade of black armored soldiers. Each of them raised their rifles and aimed them at Orengee. The Tuffle's metallic armor became lit up with red dots. Each trooper had the Tuffle dead in their sights.

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Orengee looked at the troops with a stoic glare. Scanning their biological patterns, he quickly determined that these soldiers were not Saiyans. Despite meeting two earlier that week (*Read Catching Up), it was a relief finding out the natives of Earth had their own military unaffiliated with the Saiyan Kingdom.

The Tuffle prince wasn't naive to the situation. He knew he had trespassed into a military installation. But the search for any surviving fragments of Tuffle society was too important to dilly dally around formalities. If he was going to search the entire planet swiftly, there was a chance he would step on someone's toes doing so. But he had been surrounded and out-gunned before. A dozen battle strategies unfolded in his mind. Should he quickly retreat? Cause an explosion as a distraction? Or would a frontal assault be more appropriate?

No. Being the last living one of his race, he could not chance having another military force against him. He already had his hands full preparing against King Vegeta and the armies of the Saiyan Kingdom. The best strategy at this point would be to disarm them figuratively. Seek a way to reduce the stress of the room so a more peaceful means of investigation can occur. It had been a greater part of a century since the Tuffle had an ally. It would be wise to approach this non-violently.

"Interesting," the prince had said as he saw through their guns with a type of x-ray vision. "Are those projectile based weapons? High caliber. Do they require a grounded powder to cause the necessary force for projection? I wonder how they handle the heating issue without proper exhaust ports." Military types, such as the Saiyans and occasionally his own troops during the war, loved talking about their combat might. Be power level, weaponry, or pure strength; "talking shop" might diffuse these soldiers and expedite Orengee's search for the source of grudge energy.

"Get down on the ground right now!" one of the soldiers ordered. Seemly ignoring the soldiers words, Orengee pulled out a Tuffle Plasma Bolter from a compartment built into one of his prosthetic legs. It was rusty and worn from the war over seventy years ago. But the militant prince still held it with high regard.

"I know it isn't as large as your rifles, but my bolter can do the some serious damage," Orengee informed. "I might have to speak to your weapons designer to compare notes."

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The warm sunshine graced her face as she stepped out of the headquarters and locked the door behind her with one hand while the other rested a white, communication device near her ear. Her set of olive eyes shifted their attention to the dojo where she had full reign within the Final Heaven base. The morning started as any normal one with the main exception that the General and the higher ranks were on an important mission.

She had to be alone with the troops until they returned. A husky tone voiced his concern from the opposite end. Sweetly, the woman eased his protective spirit.

"Aw, you are such a sweetheart. I will be fine General. I am on my way to the dojo to do my early training session. With all the security you placed in my dojo, I will find it hard to believe that someone would be daring enough to try to break in. I really wish you did not have to go that far as to place them inside my training space. The dojo is within the Final Heaven walls you know, " a raven haired woman dressed in a grayish skirt, black blazer, and knee high boots walked elegantly by soldiers that turned their gaze away from her as a sign of respect for the General. She smiled because of how humorous his antics were.

"Well I guess I could use them as sparring partners. I will help work on their close quarter combat tactics," she amused. The woman had a high importance , but she a soft and humble demeanor. She nodded and greeted the grunts with a smile ease their tension because they did not have a reason to fear her. While she to the dojo, the masculine tone spoke to her where she listened intently

"Okay, okay you are right. You can never be too careful. Call me once you finish your mission in Devil's Land kay? I will miss you" She spoke cutely into the receiver of the advanced phone device she barely knew how to use. Once she ended the conversation, she placed her phone in her blazer, opened the already unlocked door, and trailed along the wooden planked hallway. A situation had taken place.

"Strange, I feel something..." She walked closer to the white carpeted room where she trained. The sacred dojo had been infiltrated by someone unique.

"Ah, well ...it seems like I missed something?" She laughed nervously because the soldiers aimed at a particular individual in the middle of her dojo floor.

The soldiers shifted their gaze onto the woman they were sworn to protect by the order of the General. The second she stepped in the squad leader reacted alarmed.

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"Lady Bel! Step back! We have an intruder! He is armed and dangerous!" He shouted.


The white armband around her arm indicated she had a high level of importance. The soldiers' attentions fell squarely on her. She observed the white haired man they aimed their guns at and studied his features closely. The life force she sensed from felt different. It wasn't human. His stood an inch or two taller than her, but a more pronounced, bulkier frame. He had a warrior's build from how he stood and from his attire. His skin tight outfit appeared to be similar to that of saiyan armor, however, with a more elegant design to it. His shoulders sported an armor that protected his upper body. Though he looked human, she knew immediately that he wasn't and whoever he was, she preferred to find out the truth.

"Put your weapons down No one needs to die today," she requested. Her hand touched one of the squad leader's weapon as she stepped in front of the group.

Lenny struggled with her response.

"..But we have strict orders from the General!"


Her hand touched the soldier's helmet to calm him because she heard the anxiety behind his voice. He was a good soldier.

"The General is not here which means i am the highest in command. Lenny, please, put your weapon down. Besides, this is now how we treat our guests!" she requested a second time.

A series of sweat drops formed on the soldiers' helmets by her answer. They looked at one another in confusion because they were trained and ordered to kill. She acted the complete opposite from the General. In a sense, they questioned her judgement, yet as disciplined soldiers, they followed her request.

"Yes ma'am," the soldiers did as they were told. They lowered their weapons.


After she ordered them to stand down, she proceeded forward.

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"I am sorry mister. They are following protocol," she approached the stranger casual mystery. The soldiers writhed in agony at her carelessness and readied to react if necessary. With fondness for the newcomer, she decided to introduce herself first.

"Welcome to Final Heaven, My name is Bel," she bowed her head respectfully. Her bow lasted a mere instant before she straightened her posture to look him in the eye.

"What brings you here?" She asked him.


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Orengee was intrigued with the woman's clout. The moat of soldiers seemed to move around the woman without a single command. They all knew their rank and file around her. It was as if she had an aura of importance that had been ingrained into ever fiber of their beings. These officers had been trained well. The Tuffle returned the rusty plasma bolter to his leg compartment. There was no need for weapons, anyhow. It wasn't like the prince wanted to go to war any time soon. Right now he needed to bide his time and gather his resources before doing anything drastic.

"Bel, eh?" Orengee said calmly while scanning the troops around him. "I do admit that I am impressed by the amount of discipline your troops have at your command. Your military must have a respectable regimen to achieve these kind of results. I wish my own soldiers had the same amount of discipline during combat."

Orengee shook his head. "Oh, Forgive me, Lady Bel," the Tuffle spoke with slight regret. "It has been many decades since I had to put on my best behavior for social interaction. Especially for a commander who is a beauty such as yourself." Bowing down as a sign of mutual respect, the visitor introduced himself.

"I am Prince Orengee of Planet Plant and commander of the Tuffle Defense Force," he continued his positive and light tone to the Final Heaven leader. The last thing the Tuffle wanted to portray was even the slightest shred of anxiety. These troopers, despite being under her presence, seemed uncomfortable with the Tuffle. It isn't everyday someone phases through the walls into the heart of a military installation. "I am merely passing through on a search of the highest priority for my people. I believe the trail had lead me here, to your planet."

Despite performing all the pleasantries he Tuffle still felt guarded with the information of what he was searching for. He didn't feel to comfortable just yet sharing all of his plans with a complete stranger. At least one surrounded by even stranger ears such as troops. But, he was still after whatever person or thing was generating such high grudge energy in this facility. Orengee could see that small embers were caked on the darkly clad female commander but it was not generated from her. This "Bel" would certainly know any clues about the source's whereabouts.

"Is there a more comfortable place for us to discuss in privately?" the prince asked. "Or," he looked at the old blood stains around the room, "Is there another form of discussion your Eye-arthlings prefer?"

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She smiled sheepishly when the newcomer complimented her beauty and their troops. Her eyes closed and her head bowed slightly to thank him for his kind words to not interrupt him while he introduced himself and explained why he presented himself at the dojo. The fact that his first social interaction for years had been with her upped her desire to make it a good experience. Her hands folded behind her back to show no signs of aggression or hostility, but respect for the stranger who entrusted her with his name and rank.

"A Prince? Wow, how cool. Maybe I should ask for an autograph hehe," she said informally. The man named Prince Orengee of Planet Planet which had her chuckle at the planet's name simply because of how extraordinary it was. She felt a sense of duty to help the royal individual because he sought them for a reason. While Final Heaven attempted to stay out of others' dilemmas, she felt obligated to listen to what he had to say especially when he requested to speak to her privately without his mispronunciation of earthlings present. His question had her smile. Unfortunately, there were cameras everywhere due how powerful their enemies were. The security measures at Final Heaven were top notch. However, she nodded and turned to the soldiers who were tense by her presence.

"Leave us," she told her troops.

The troops hesitated at the request, but because she out ranked them, they had no choice. They exited the dojo to leave her alone with the stranger.

Once they were gone, she focused her attention on the royal man

"Follow me," she led him away from the Dojo and proceeded towards the headquarters where the conference room. She opened the door for him, let him walk in before her, and then pointed at one of the seats at neatly designed room where they had meetings often. There was one seat at the head of the table and not the seat she rested in. As if by cue, she sat alongside the left hand side of the head of the table chair as her rank dictated too. She tapped the seat across from her to indicate where he could sit.

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"I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am no commander Orengee. They listen to me because of my special rank here in the military. My true title is less significant. I am the secretary of war. I do not partake in battles or war. My objective is to help gain peaceful relations with other nations including the King's Guard. We have an alliance with them," she said to him to clarify her rank. The commander in chief was gone to a mission with the other high rank soldiers. The thought of them graced her mind a second before her attention settled on the silver haired royalty.

"It is fascinating to meet a prince from another planet. I wonder who you speak of when you mean highest priority? Is there something I can do for you?" She asked in a soft tone.


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The Tuffle prince sat down as invited. He did admit this base of Bel's was quite intriguing. If you could forget what was outside the walls of this well-crafted conference room, you would never would have dreamed of being in the heart of a heavily guarded fortress.

"I have to admit, Lady Bel," Orengee spoke. "I have found little reason to be distrustful of you. There is no cause for me to be guarded with you about my purpose of being here. Among my people, the Tuffles of Planet Plant, information is a prized possession. With the correct knowledge and the wisdom to use it; kingdoms can rise, hearts could be won, sickness could be conquered, and so on. And perhaps sharing my information with you could become a beneficial situation for both of us."

The prince took a breath. He continued, "During a war many years ago, one of my people's top scientists began to experiment with a wide array of energy types. He had discovered that certain emotions had direct influence over the energy given off by living creatures. Fear could make one faster to escape danger. Anger could be channeled to make another stronger. Normal astute observations on the majority of animals throughout the galaxy..."

Orengee knew it could be dangerous to reveal the exact details of the war. He had already encountered Saiyans living on this planet. Despite Bel's generosity and lack of Saiyan DNA, he did not know yet if this organization she represented had any ties to the Saiyan army. Until he had a better understanding of Final Heaven and what they fought for, he couldn't risk the information of the "Last Living Tuffle" being relayed to the Saiyans.

"...But after the discovery of "power levels" by my people during the conflict, that change in strength could be measured and calculated. Out of all the types of living energy that existed, this scientist became increasingly intrigued with what became known as "grudge energy", or more simply put, hate. The scientist wanted to observe, harvest and use this grudge energy against our people's enemies. An emotion against one's enemies turned into a weapon against one's enemies. Seems grimly poetic now that I say it out loud."

"In order to fulfill his experiments, this scientist sent a vast array of probes and other technology into the far reaches of space up until the end of the war. Afterwards I believe he had become deceased but I was never able to find his body. Perhaps he was able to escape the planet before being captured."

In truth, Orengee was not even able to search for his whereabouts during the last days of the crisis. At that time, Chieftain Vegeta had finally claimed victory over Planet Plant with his army under the power of full moon light. Prince Orengee had spent the twilight hours protecting the last "ark" of Tuffle culture before it was jettisoned into space. Fending off and distracting Oozarus away from the Baby project took his full concentration and every ounce of his military training.

The prince left the planet in exile shortly after this last mission for his extinct people, off to hibernate alone in the warmth of a nearby nebula. Under the light of a newborn star, Orengee slept as his mechanical armor took in it's celestial light, keeping him alive and healthy.

"Recently I detected a massive spike in grudge energy from the far reaches of the galaxy. I began to believe that either the scientist or one of his created devices could have been activated causing grudge energy to be released. I began to follow the trail to this planet. After arriving in the upper atmosphere, I could see that this whole planet had been over saturated and swallowed by it's power."

The grudge energy itself awoke the prince from his hibernation. It wasn't surprising, since the scientist was a part of the Tuffle Science Council that designed and created his life support armor. Within the chrome shell that encased him, Orengee still carried the wounds he sustained at the hands of Vegeta over 70 years ago. This armor was the one thing keeping Orengee alive through constant siphoning of ambient energy. If Bel hadn't noticed it already, but the temperature of the room must have dropped a few degrees since this meeting had started. The Tuffle technology was draining the heat that lingered in the air.

Orengee being awoken by grudge energy was not a mistake. The scientist he pursued had made his body sensitive to the vast array of energies that exist. Noticing the huge grudge energy present on Earth could ripple throughout the universe causing conflict in far away reaches.

"War, death and pain have become second nature to this planet. From just my initial observations there are many conflicts happening even as we speak. The concentration of electromagnetic and heat energy on particular metropolises show signs of a multitude of technologically advanced military forces; each one blanketed with a jaw-dropping cloud of grudge-energy."

Orengee leaned back in the chair. "And that is where my current predicament lies. If the scientist or one of his devices is on this planet, it is extremely difficult for me to pin-point and recover the fragment of Tuffle culture. For my search I have decided to start at locations with the highest concentration of grudge energy. Which has led me here. This base of yours was like entering a fog with a single bright light of grudge energy nested within it. Whether this is the technological probe or the scientist himself I cannot determine, even at this range. But if you or your organization have recovered any off-world devices or taken in any off-world travelers, I would like to meet them and determine it myself. Myself and my people would be most gracious to your kindness in this matter."

Even though he was the last of his kind, any remnant of his former home, family and friends would be priceless to the prince...and could be a step towards justice for the fallen Tuffle people.
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The prince admitted he trusted her. She nodded at him which gave him the go ahead to tell his story. Quietly, she listened to the Prince explain to her the purpose of his visit. As she listened to his scientific history, she paid closer attention to the details of where he was from. Her olive eyes widened momentarily when he revealed where he came from.

"He is a tuffle? How is that possible?" She thought when he mentioned what race he belonged too. She recalled her time in space and when they traveled to Planet Vegeta. The divine mortal recalled the negative energy she felt on the planet. She sensed an overwhelming amount of despair. It was later revealed to her that a former race, by the name of Tuffles, were wiped out completely. There were no traces of their culture or their existence. Her intuition envisioned the lives of countless being slaughtered by the saiyans the moment she landed on the planet. In her dreams, she had several encounters with their spirits. They expressed their hatred for the race that destroyed them. However, she originally believed they were killed off completely.

"Grudge energy?" She commented quizzically after he told her. The conversation shifted from the past and onto the present. After his brief history lesson, he commented on the dark energy he sensed throughout the planet. He had intuition similar to her own.

"This planet's balance has skewed. The dark overwhelms the light. I am afraid the humans will suffer the same fate as your people," she revealed a hint of what she had known about the tuffles.

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"The main difference is they are unaware of the threats that are on this planet. They have no natural defenses. Their technology is not advanced enough to take on the cruel beasts that reign supreme. Their very creations desire to kill them. It is quite sad and unfortunately, I am also in danger because of them," she voiced lowly. Gracefully, she ran a hand through her silken hair and tilted her head to gaze at the Prince when he said to her that there might be a device on the base that he searched for. The grudge device sounded like something Emmie would have knowledge of.

"I am afraid I cannot help you there Prince. I know little about technology. In fact, I am quite....bad. I can barely use my cell phone tehe," she chuckled with embarrassment.

"But I can take you to someone who can help you a lot better than me," she waited for him to agree to her proposal.

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((Bel, I am not sure if you wanted to get up from the table to walk and meet with the tech expert or not. So I didn't include any change of scenery to be flexible.))

Her words cut into the Tuffle prince like a knife. How did this human speak of the fate of his people so easily? He was sure not to mention who his people fought nor the how the war concluded. Orengee could not believe that the sheer reputation of the war's outcome could have managed to find its way here through rumor and communication. She must have heard the story from somewhere. Thoughts of doubting the safety of confiding within the prince's new acquaintance loomed in his mind. This coupled with the Saiyans he had fought earlier; his suspicions of a large Saiyan presence on Earth grew.

Never-the-less, Orengee was in no position to question the allegiances of a stranger. Especially one who has been gracious enough to be a generous host to the prince. The best that he could do was be as straightforward with Bel Zephyra as he could.

"I can understand your concern about the safety of your planet, Lady Bel," the prince spoke with care in his voice. "Very few leaders are willing to be as candid as you about the state of affairs of their own people. But I can tell from observation that your organization wishes to be a pillar of strength for your planet. The dark and imposing armor your troops wear. The overwhelming mass of war machines that surround your fortress. The strict discipline among your subordinates. These are evidence of a might that is flaunted out of necessity either to command the respect of your people or instill fear into your world's enemies...Perhaps both. To fight the "dark", the dregs, the monster; sometimes becoming the thing they fear the most is the best choice. I can related to that need. The need to become something terrifying."

The Tuffle gestured to his metallic frame.

"Look at me," he added. "I am more machine now than Tuffle. My damaged body is bound to this armor, an armor designed to combat our greatest enemies. But even my own people, who I promise my very life to protect, were unsure whether to praise or fear me after I became this. But a true leader makes the hard choices and bears the burden of them to ensure the safety of all."

"But even after this first metamorphosis..." Orengee's voice trailed off as he looked off in the distance as he remembered. "...wasn't enough to protect my people."

Snapping himself back to the current moment, the prince's original tone returned. ]"But these hard choices as a leader. Sometime it requires forging new alliances with those you are unfamiliar with in order to protect the best interests of your home. I am unfamiliar with your planet's current predicament of what dangers oppose your people. But I wish to relay to you, from one leader to another, the of one of the possible dangers that has befallen your planet."

Orengee sat back in his chair and took a breath before continuing with such a sensitive subject. "From your reaction to who I was and my purpose here, I can assume someone has told you the history concerning my people. Most likely a Saiyan, much alike the ones I have encountered here. Whether or not you have any allegiances to them or the Saiyan Kingdom, I want to inform you of the whole story of who you and your planet are dealing with."

"Almost eighty of your Earth years ago, the Saiyans arrived on my planet, Planet Plant. Hungry, cold, and with no home; the Saiyans arrived on broken ships to our world. They were refugees from their home planet, Planet Salada. Apparently internal conflict swallowed up their home leading it to destruction. My people, Tuffles led by my father the King, welcomed our new visitors and provided a safe haven for them to live, much alike here on Earth. We repaired their ships, offered land for them to reside and left them to create their own societies."

"Over the following few years, the Saiyans began to notice the Tuffle way of life. Our advanced technology had provided my people with a peaceful lifestyle. No one hungered or struggled. We had finally managed to create a Tuffle utopia. The Saiyans, seeing our belongings and accomplishments, became incredibly jealous. Under the leadership of a Saiyan chief named Vegeta, the Saiyans began to invade our homes and murder our people all in the name of taking what they thought they deserved. And for ten years our peaceful way of life was swallowed by constant war by those we had taken in with our generosity."

"Then finally a rare occurrence that happens once every century began. A full moon rose over Planet Plant and the Saiyans transformed into large beasts. With this power they had murdered, crushed and destroyed every Tuffle man, woman and child from the face of the planet. And over the bones of our people the Saiyans took up residence within our homes. Even now, King Vegeta as they call him, sits enthroned in the castle that my father and I watched over our people from. They have even renamed the planet after the man who crippled me in battle."

The prince sighed, "The reason I tell you this, Lady Bel, is to be careful with the Saiyans. They are a race that is bred for violence. Their home planet was destroyed by civil war. They brought devastation to my world. Despite being allowed to live in peace, they couldn't resist the urge to do battle with us. And now I am sitting here on a third planet that is engulfed in war that happens to have Saiyans living on it. Now I am not saying that the Saiyans are to blame for all of Earth's troubles, but strife follows them around like a cloud of chaos. No Saiyan is at peace. Always training, always fighting. If there is no battle to be waged, they will make one."

"Now you say your planet, and your people, is unprepared for the threats that loom out in the dark. I am willing to help, either in advisory or in war, to ensure no one loses their home again to another. I would be interested in talking to your technology expert you have available. If my people are unable to live on in life, they perhaps could live on through your technology."

The prince leaned in closer to Bel, "But I want to make this crystal clear to you, Lady Bel. My number one priority on this planet is locating a very specific piece of Tuffle technology that I believe is here on this planet somewhere. Whether or not it was a probe, life pod, or a space cruiser I do not know. But it is possibly the last piece of the Tuffles that exist aside from myself."

"Now that you are familiar with my past...misfortune... of my people and I," he added. "Could I assume that you would understand the gravity of the situation if either myself or the device I am seeking falls into the wrong hands?"

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She rose from her seat and paused. Calmly, she leaned her back against one of the walls of the room while she listened to what he had to say about Final Heaven.

"I wish everyone thought the same. They're are more afraid of us than the latter," she admitted cheekily. Her olive orbs focused on him as he spoke in detail as to what he observed with Final Heaven. He had a general understanding of who they were within seconds of his appearance within their walls. They symbolized a sanction of peace, however, they were not the traditional good guys per say. They valued peace, but at the same time, they looked to preserve their morals over anything else.

The prince commented on his physique. He mentioned how he had become more machine while he lectured her on how to be a leader. She nodded at him. With her, she did not have the burden to be a leader, however, she valued leaders for their strength and courage. She admired them because their actions spoke louder than words. Jokingly, she replied.

"I prefer machines," she laughed because it couldn't be further from the truth.

"They tend to have better physiques, strong, honest, muscular, proportionate, and quite handsome," she teased gently. Her child-like attitude couldn't be contained with the seriousness of the conversation. In fact, she often got in trouble for her kiddish outbursts at inappropriate times. The subject changed to one of more serious concerns He expressed how alliances were important. She agreed with him because without friends everyone became an enemy.

"I prefer to have friends over enemies," she smiled. Her smile faded though when the topic of his people became the forefront of the conversation. The celestial warrior shook her head no when the Prince assumed a saiyan told her and without saying a single word he went into a detailed history of what truly happened. He commented on how the saiyans landed on the Planet. They landed on the planet with several ships which she recalled in her intuitive visions and over time the relationship between the two races became hostile. Eventually, the pirate warriors became envious of their counterparts, thus, began a war.

The tuffles were far superior in technology. However, their technological advances were not able to take down their saiyan enemy. The saiyans had the brute strength and the power of the moon on their side. Those images of what transpired the night all of them turned into a giant beast haunted her because how many were trampled, blown away, or destroyed by the rubble.

She exhaled profoundly before she replied to his question.

"No saiyan told me about what happened to your people. I do not think any of them mentioned your race when I was on Planet Vegeta," she told the truth.

"I did not have to be told because I felt it. I saw it in my dreams. The destruction, despair, death..." She trailed off.

"It was awful," she admitted.

"It haunted me every night," her face turned pale momentarily because she wasn't one to face death head on. Her head shook to rid herself of the images. The tuffle prince revealed that saiyans had a knack of creating war on the planets they were on. The war that currently reigned over Earth had been caused for thousands of reasons. The humans were self destructive, cold androids wanted to become gods, and saiyans who landed on the planet with the single thought of showing their strength.

"I will be fine. I may not look it, but I can handle those meanies," she said to the Prince when he told her to be careful of his number one enemy. She kept her encounters with violent saiayns to herself and her friendship with the prince anonymous. Who was she to say he was wrong of their dangers? At the same time, there were a number of saiyans who hadn't paid for their crimes after they slaughtered a race of innocent people.

The prince leaned in closer to her with a request for a device that could help him locate the evil saiyans. It belonged to his race. The celestial warrior couldn't refuse to help him after the suffering he went through. Her pure heart abide by her need to help him.

"I will help you find the crystal of your people," her feminine tone agreed.

"Follow me," she stepped away from the wall and motioned him with her hand to follow him out of the room.

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The Tuffle prince sat quietly as he listened to Bel Zephyra's words. He had to admit to himself internally that it was a breath of fresh air listening to her. Orengee had spent what feels like an eternity of throwing himself into danger. Countless battles that left him bathed in blood. Either his own, his enemies' and even his comrades. A decade of combat had left him numb to the simple pleasures of a social life. Too many months spent on edge in life or death situations. Too many foes wanting to claim the prince's head. Too many friends he had to cradle in his arms as they bled away. Too many years in exile in deep space by himself. Too many.

But now, a calm discussion with this Earthling put the fires of justice to the back of his mind. For the first time in decades, Orengee remembered what life was like before the war. Sitting with his wife on a balcony of the royal castle overlooking the vast city. She rubbed her belly as they laughed over possible names for their first born. The calm breeze flowing through the leaves of garden foliage. A hot cup of Sluthian tea warmed his finger tips.

That was a long time ago. Before the first attacks of the Saiyans. Before the stress of war caused the miscarriage. Before Chief Vegeta stole his arms that held that warming beverage. Before he was robbed of his home and family.

"--Planet Vegeta---" Bel's words snapped him out of a daydream. The image of his wife faded as only saw Bel Zephyra before him. He remembered that he was sitting in a cold meeting room far from his long ago home.

"Planet Vegeta?!" Orengee thought to himself. "What an insult to his home planet. The ego.. The hubris of such narcissism!"

The Tuffle's mind was sharpened again towards his goals.

"Thank you, Bel Zephyra, for your kindness," responding to her words of promise in his search. He prepared himself to see what this Earth woman was planning on showing him.

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The tuffle, in a similar fashion, could not be read. He lacked a life force and a presence similar to that of biological beings. This made his presence and his emotions mysterious to her. The olive eyed queen nodded at him when he thanked her for the time. If someone had the instrument he searched for, it had to be their best scientist.

"You are welcome," she led the Tuffle Prince out of the Final Heaven headquarters to lead him to an underground laboratory where their top scientist worked. They walked half a mile westward until they arrived at an old, abandoned warehouse that seemed to be the least likely spot to have an advanced system. With her lack of technological knowledge, she had no concept of what Emmie did underground other than that she sustained the Final Heaven base from below.

She opened the warehouse door for the Tuffle. Calmly, she led him towards the center of the warehouse. It had rusted pillars, chains that hung down from the ceiling, a polluted floor littered with trash, and broken glass windows that it up the dark place dimly.

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"Emmie I have a friend who would like to speak with you. Can you let us in?" She requested, and then a moment later an elevator blended with the wooden floor arose from the ground.

"Yay, I hope you are excited," she smiled.

"After you," she said to the tuffle to have him step into the elevator first.


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