>>46718217
>"On what grounds?"
>You know that all those things just amount to less than a watergun right?

>>46718217
>>"On what grounds?"

>>46718217
>"On what grounds?"
>Write in
Sip

>>46718217

Basically these: >>46718250
>>46718402

>>46718217
>"On what grounds?"
>Write in
"Am I going to have to get my embassy involved?"

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You scoot the kid back with your foot, "On what grounds?" You demand.

"Destruction of property and assault on several persons!" The megaphone barks back.

That's... "Can you be more specific?"

A new voice comes over the megaphone. "You destroyed my damn moon base, you bitch! Now you're gonna pay for it!"

Ohhhhhh, the moon base. Yeah, that'd qualify.

You stare around at the small army, "And you guys do know that all these weapons combined amount to less than a water pistol to me, right?"

Bra tugs at your pant leg, "Can we beat them up? They're in the way and I don't wanna be late! It's finger painting day!"

Tempting... all this yelling is giving you a headache... You look back at the crowd, scratching your neck and tossing the paper over your shoulder.

A beer can comes hurling out over the lawn, Lazuli leaning over her balcony and looking very hung over.

"Shut UP!" She bellows. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"

>Alright, fine, I surrender
>Ass whoopin time.
>In all fairness army guys, he was spying on Capsule Corp
>Tarble can handle this, technically, you're an alien diplomat
>Write in

>>46718764
>Alright, fine, I surrender
"Bra go tell Mommy I might be a bit late for lunch."

>>46718764
>In all fairness army guys, he was spying on Capsule Corp

>>46718764
>In all fairness army guys, he was spying on Capsule Corp

>>46718764
>>Alright, fine, I surrender

>>46718764
>In all fairness army guys, he was spying on Capsule Corp
>Tarble can handle this, technically, you're an alien diplomat
>You have ten seconds to get the hell off my property, Otherwise I'll consider this an act of war, Now scram.

>>46718764
>In all fairness army guys, he was spying on Capsule Corp
>Tarble can handle this, technically, you're an alien diplomat
Diplomatic Incident, ho!

But seriously, we JUST got cleared of past war crimes and galactic genocides; I want to keep up this veneer of respectability and law-abidingness just so we can troll the police/Galactic Patrol.

>>46718764
"Can we do this at noon?"

>Lazuli leaning over her balcony and looking very hung over.
I didn't think an android could get hung over.
Or that she wouldn't be able to just do a system purge.

>>46718764
>In all fairness army guys, he was spying on Capsule Corp
>Tarble can handle this, technically, you're an alien diplomat
>Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take my daughter to school.

>>46718764
>In all fairness army guys, he was spying on Capsule Corp
>Tarble can handle this, technically, you're an alien diplomat
>Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take my daughter to school.

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You stare out at them, before shaking your head down at Bra. "No beating them up today." You tell her. "Just fly off to school, I'll pick you up later, kay?"

She nods, lifting up over the crowd, the soldiers nervously clutch their guns, but no one fires. Smart. You'd have to kill them if they did.

"As for the rest of you. I'll have you know, that whoever these chucklefucks are, I only destroyed that moon base because they were spying on Capsule Corp!"

You hear worried coughing over the megaphone. "Aheh-hah! What? N-no we weren't! You can't prove that!"

The megaphone is wrestled away from the speaker for a moment, before the first voice returns. "Even so, that gives you no right to go destroy it, now, turn yourself over to custody or-"

You shake your head, clucking your tongue. "Yeahhhh, don't see that happening." You jerk a thumb at your chest, "I'm a diplomat. An alien one at that. So, I think you'll have to speak with our leader about this whole political..." What's a good word... "Snafu." You lean your head back, "TAAAARBLE! GOT A PROBLEM FOR YA!"

There's a worried noise from inside the house, followed by rapidly beating feet, the men in the street sweating, guns still trained on you, before the door whips open.

"H-hello, earthlings, greetings!" Tarble grunts, laying a hand on your arm. "Wh-what my general here meant to say was, I'll be dealing with this. Peacefully, I hope."

He looks to you, muttering under his breath. "Please get back in the house."

You shrug, spinning on the spot, you scoop your mug up. "Have fun." You pat him on the shoulder and head inside.

Bulma and her mom were watching from the window nearby, "Gee Kabu dear, I didn't know you ticked 'em off so bad!" Mrs Brief simpers, "That little guy's gonna have to talk 'em down."

You shrug, "He can handle it."

"Just as long as they don't start bombing the house." Bulma sighs. "Though... it's probably not a good idea to let them know we're running the embassy out of our spare bedroom."

Krop tugs at your shoulder, the little blue girl pointing outside while she floats by the window.
"Dah?"

"Yes, that's your dad." You nod. "He'll be fine."

You pull her away from the window, lounging back by the tv, the hours roll by, before Tarble finally steps back inside. "Phew." He groans.

"Sort it out?" You ask him, as he slumps on the couch.

He groans, "Mostly. Mr Lengths has decided he's just going to sue instead. I'm also expected to meet with someone called King Furry soon... what an odd name."

>Good politicking, my liege.
>Thanks Tarble, I owe ya a beer
>Want me to come with? Never met the king around here.
>Less talky, more training.
>Write in

>>46719134
>Good politicking, my liege.
>Thanks Tarble, I owe ya a beer
>Want me to come with? Never met the king around here.

>>46719134
>>Thanks Tarble, I owe ya a beer
>Want me to come with? Never met the king around here.

>>46719134
>>Thanks Tarble, I owe ya a beer
>>Want me to come with? Never met the king around here.

>>46719134
>Thanks Tarble, I owe ya a beer
>Want me to come with? Never met the king around here.

>>46719134
>Good politicking, my liege.
>And I mean that; we Saiyans have a well-deserved stereotype that you and Risel have to work against.
>Less talky, more training.

>>46719134
>Good politicking, 'my liege'.
>Thanks Tarble, I owe ya a beer.
>Want me to come with? Never met the king around here.
>Now less talky, more training.

>>46719134
>Good politicking, my liege.

You snort a little, patting his head as Krop crawls on his back. "Good politicking, my liege." You say the title with a half joking tone. "But seriously, I owe you a beer, thanks."

He groans weakly, "Not a beer man. Too bitter."

"Vodka? Whiskey?" You question, "Name your poison, I'm sure I can find something for ya."

Another groan, "Champagne will do nicely, thank you."

You resist the urge to snort again. "Can do. And if you want some help with this furry guy, I can tag along. Never actually met the king around here."

Another groan. "We'll see." He pats Krop's head, "Gure and I will be returning to her home world for a few months soon however... can I trust you to not cause any more incidents while I'm gone?"

Hmmm...

>Sure, I can keep a low profile
>Might wanna make Ris our head diplomat. Just in case.
>Write in

>>46719413
>Might wanna make Ris our head diplomat. Just in case.

>>46719413
>Might wanna make Ris our head diplomat. Just in case.
>Remember, I'm the muscle in case something comes here wanting to make a big splash.

>>46719413
>Might wanna make Ris our head diplomat. Just in case.

>>46719413
>Might wanna make Ris our head diplomat. Just in case.
>Remember, I'm the muscle in case something comes here wanting to make a big splash.

>>46719413
>I'll do my best from now on.
>Might wanna make Ris our head diplomat. Just in case. Nothing like having someone who already knows how to solve whatever mess pops up.

You grimace. "Well... you might wanna appoint Ris as head diplomat."

His head lifts and he stares at you. "Kabuya..?" He says, half warning, half pleading.

You shake your head, "I'm not gonna go out of my way to cause trouble, but you made me a general for a reason. I'm the muscle, in case something comes here wanting to make a big splash... which seems to happen a lot."

He nods. "This planet is unusually active as far as world threatening events go." He mutters. "Next thing you know, Majin Buu or Lord Beerus himself will show up wanting a piece of the pie."

"Majin Who?" You ask.

He shakes his head. "Not important, just some stupid legend."

Whatever.

Lazuli comes wandering down the stairs, clutching her head and smelling like a brewery. "Geez, how much did you have?"

She glowers. "Enough to make an android hungover." She mumbles, "It'll... wear off soon. I think." She slumps on the couch. "Lapis visited last night is all. Still too much of a wuss to get his electronics checked."

Right.

"You know what would clear your head?" You ask.

She pinches her nose, "If you say training, I'll vomit on your pillow."

"You're in a fun mood today."

She slaps her cheeks. "Gimme a minute. Machines are rehydrating my cells faster now I've had a shower."

Right. "Well, I'm gonna go train the king for a while, watch Krop."

Lazuli freezes as you put the girl in her lap. "I... what do I do with it?" She asks uncertainly.

"Just bounce her on your knee if she starts crying." Tarble assures her. "She likes watching cartoons."

Tarble follows you to the gravity chamber, and puts up a decent show of it. He's got a low centre of gravity thanks to his height, makes him surprisingly hard to topple given his power level.

He sits, towelling his face off after the sessions done.

Still hasn't shown a hint of going super saiyan since his brother though.

>That time travel chamber on the lookout could help
>Taunt him some more, pull it out of him
>Eh, don't push him too hard.

>>46719916
>That time travel chamber on the lookout could help
Do it. DO IT.

>>46719916
>That time travel chamber on the lookout could help

>>46719916
>That time travel chamber on the lookout could help
Like literal time travel or Pendulum? Cause if it's literal, fucking with Time Patrol will make my day.

>>46719985
the pendulum room

>>46719916
>Taunt him some more, pull it out of him
Use your anger! Feel your hate flow through you!

>>46720006
Ahhh. Oh well. Making Tarble go SS is still cool.

>>46719916
>That time travel chamber on the lookout could help

Tarble seems too nice for a bit of taunting to get to him, especially with one so familiar to him as Kabu. He'd know deep down that she wouldn't really mean it out of sheer malice.

He didn't even react to Vegeta's berating until he threatened his family.

>>46719916
>Bring up the Time Chamber, but also bring up taunting him as a possibility. He can attain it through sheer will or through need, whichever he prefers.

You give him a tap on the shoulder, "Follow me. Got something that might help you more than any sparring session."

You head towards the Lookout, sensing two very familiar powers heading towards it, and... two more from the north too.

Huh.

You alight, Ris and Teito waving from the platform, sensing Kuriza and Gohan below. "What are you guys doing here?"

Teito jabs at Ris. "This nerd wanted to ask Kami about some spiritual bunk. I just tagged along when I noticed you were coming."

Right, "Well, good to see you girls. Got something to show Tarble." You clap him between the shoulders, "Training stuff."

He gulps nervously, but nods in their direction. "Ladies."

"Welcome back maggots." That voice calls from behind you.

Popo's standing behind you, smiling placidly. "Oh, look at this." He stares at Tarble. "And I thought Vegeta was the prince of all manlets."

Tarble frowns, but steps forwards, "Nice to meet you, I'm Vegeta's brother, Tarble. And you are?"

Popo just continues smiling. "Your worst nightmare." He looks to you. "Pendulum Room?" He asks, not even waiting for an answer. "Follow me. All of you."

He leads below, towards that room. Been a whil since you've been inside here. Kami's spruced the place up a little, couple of those Namekian flowers and trees in little pots.

Kami's waiting outside the Pendulum room, stone faced. "Mr Popo, what are you doing?"

Popo smiles. "Helping." He sweeps the door open. "Inside now, come along."

Risel hovers by Kami's side, questioning him, as Teito follows you in.

Popo lets her be, shutting the door. "Now, where is it that YOU want to go?" He asks, clasping his hands behind his back.

>The destruction of Planet Vegeta
>Our fight with the Ginyu Force, should be a good match for Tarble.
>I'm having second thoughts about this.
>Write in

>>46720310
>The destruction of Planet Vegeta

>>46720310
>The destruction of Planet Vegeta

>>46720310
>The point when the Saiyans fragmented, and left their home world.

>>46720310
>Our fight with the Ginyu Force, should be a good match for Tarble.

>>46720310
>The destruction of Planet Vegeta

If this doesn't make him go Gold, I don't know what will.

>>46720310
>The Death of Tarble's mom

>>46720310
>That time you killed his brother.

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So... who's ready for things to get stupid

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>>46720561
I'm already stupid!

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>>46720561

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>>46720561
We're always stupid Chuckles.

All that does is make you king stupid.

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>>46720561
So nothing changes?

I kid. Sorta

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>>46720561
My only response

"The destruction of Planet Vegeta, if you don't mind."

Popo considers that for a moment. "Nope. Sounds boring."

"Boring?" You growl. "The hell do you mean boring? That's my planet blowing up."

The door busts open, Gohan and Kuriza racing in, chasing each other, tackling each other to the floor in a flurry of fists, a storm of violence erupting from the two boys snarling in fury, before Popo snaps his fingers.

"Have fuuuuun." He calls.

The next thing you know, you smell salt water, and you're falling.

You try to catch yourself, but... nothing.

You hit the ocean below, clawing your way up, gasping for breath. You can't sense anyone nearby for miles, nothing but endless blue.

Why can't you fly?

What the hell did Popo do?

You spin in the water, your head feeling... weirdly misshapen.

If you squint, you can make out something on the horizon, a vague blip. Can't even tall what damn direction it's in.

You feel something rough and scaly brush your leg, an enormous dark shape gliding past under water, the size of a skyscraper.

Uhuh.

>Swim for that thing on the horizon.
>Dive, this beast will be your new ride
>Popo! You fuck!
>Tread water, the others must be nearby somewhere
>Write in

>>46720746
>>Swim for that thing on the horizon.

>>46720746
>Swim for that thing on the horizon.

>>46720746
>Swim for that thing on the horizon.
That fucking matte black motherfucker sent us to Subnautica.

>>46720746
>Swim for that thing on the horizon.
Uh the fuck chuckles?

>>46720746
>Swim for that thing on the horizon.
So why did you have us vote exactly?

>>46720832
presumably to show Popo is a dick

>>46720746
>Swim for that thing on the horizon.
Your right. Things just got stupid.

>>46720746
>Popo! You fuck!
>Swim for that thing on the horizon.

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Fuck it.

You make a break for it, swimming towards that dot, one which swiftly turns into an old wooden boat. A boat that's in the sky.

"HEY!" You call. "Anyone up there?"

A rope is tossed down, no one looking over the side.

What the hell is this place?

You haul yourself up, no one on the deck. "Hello?"

"Miss Kabuya?" Gohan calls, busting out from the cabin, wearing his old get up from when you arrived on earth, a sword on his back. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"Believe me kid, if I did, I wouldn't be here." You peer into the cabin, two people talking inside. "Who are-"

"CAPTAIN, YOU'VE RETURNED!" An unfamiliar voice calls, a man with... an obscenely large nose busting out.

"Just in time." A woman's voice adds. "The feast at Plan Net Vegeta just started. We best get moving." She steps out, dark haired, with a dress that she's squeezed into.

Huh?

>Okay, no. Popo, take me home!
>Fuck it. Whatever, go with it
>Ignore them. Ask Gohan why he was fighting
>Who the hell are you two freaks?
>Write in

>>46721061
>Fuck it. Whatever, go with it

>>46721061
>Write in
"Wait, 'feast'? As in, all you can eat food? WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?! Weigh anchor and unfurl the main mast and whatever else, just get this bucket moving!"

>>46721114
Second.

>>46721061
switching from>>46721102
to support>>46721114

>>46721061
>Ignore them. Ask Gohan why he was fighting
then >>46721114

Your ears twitch a moment, "Wait, did you just say 'feast'? As in... all you can eat food?"

The woman nods, "Yes ma'am, King Satan's invite came just after we defeated Dr Gero."

Sure, whatever.

"Well then, WHAT THE HELL ARE WE WAITING FOR?!" You run to the front, pointing, "Weigh anchor and unfurl the main mast and all those other nautical terms! We need to get this bucket moving pronto!"

The nose guy snaps to attention, "Yes ma'am!"

The woman disappears, an extra hand pulling the door shut behind him.

You consider once more asking what the hell's going on, but fuck it, roll with it. "Hey, Gohan?" You nudge the kid. "What were you two fighting about?"

He stares at the floor. "N-nothing."

You squat down to his level, patting him on the shoulder, "You're a bad liar kid. Now come on, you can tell me."

He sighs, "I told him that he should break his ship's antenna. He keeps trying to find more Arcosian ships, but... I said it wasn't healthy for him. He needs to move on, right? And... it could let more bad guys know about the earth."

Hmm. "And he didn't like that." Gohan shakes his head. "Well, shit. And that's all?"

He chew his lip a moment. "Yeah."

"It's not." You counter. "Come on."

He grimaces, "It's... embarrassing." You keep staring. "I... just said, maybe he should... stop hogging all of Videl's time to himself. She has other friends too." He plays with his hands awkwardly, the sea breeze rolling by.

>Friends like... you?
>I'll talk to him, for now, we've got an all you can eat, so cheer up.
>Maybe we should fly around and look for the others first?
>Go introduce yourself to your... crew
>Write in

>>46721449
>Friends like... you?
With a wink.

>>46721449
>>Friends like... you?
>>I'll talk to him, for now, we've got an all you can eat, so cheer up.

Worried Auntie Mode activate

>>46721449
>Friends like... you?
>I'll talk to him, for now, we've got an all you can eat, so cheer up.
>Go introduce yourself to your... crew

>>46721449
>Friends like... you?
>Go introduce yourself to your... crew

>>46721449
>Friends like... you?
>I'll talk with him.
>Can you fly here Gohan? I couldn't earlier.

>>46721449
>>Friends like... you?
>>I'll talk to him, for now, we've got an all you can eat, so cheer up.
>>Maybe we should fly around and look for the others first?

>>46721449
>>46721449
>Friends like... you?
>I'll talk to him, for now, we've got an all you can eat, so cheer up.

>>46721494
>Kabs has become the legendary super godmother!

You smirk a little, "Friends like... you?"

He blushes, "N-no! She's got... um, Erasa, a-and Sharpner, and Dende too!"

"And you too." You nod.

He gulps, his face red. "W-well yeah, but that's not-"

You chuckle at his expense a little, "Alright, alright. Calm down." Dende won't be happy about that though. "I'll talk to him about it, okay? Now, hey, cheer up! We're going to an all you can eat after all!"

He hides his face in his hands, but nods. "Yes ma'am."

Well, might as well talk to those... people. Are they even humans? Aliens?

You move, stepping into the cabin. "Sooooo, remind me of your names again?" You ask.

The nose guy has tears streaming down his face. "Our captain forgot us?" He stiffens, "Third mate, Usopp, the marksman!"

Weedy looking guy, and loud, but... he's got a reliable air to him. "And you?"

"Nico Robin, first mate, of the Legendary Kabuya Sky Pirates!" She nods, "How'd you forget? Speciality in archaeology and murder"

Sky Pirates? Well sure. Nothing's weird at this point. "Right, how could I forget?" Still, speciality in murder. This lady gets you.

"We'll be there in no time, captain." She assures you, "We simply have to get past... one obstacle." She gestures out the window. "That."

A giant balloon in the shape of King Cold's head rises into the sky. Sure.

You hurry out onto the deck, the Arcosian waving, a sinister smile on his face, a burly man with a hook for a hand beside him.

>Blast him
>Fly us closer, I want to punch his face in!
>Write in

>>46721914
>Blast him

>>46721914
>>Blast him

>>46721914
>Write in
Have Ussop fire a flaming arrow into their goddamn sails.

Then while their distracted..FIRE EVERY CANNON YOU GOT!

>>46721914
>Write in

Pop quiz for the first mate: who the hell is that, and why should I care?

>>46721914
>Write in
Aren't we supposed to challenge him or something? Something something Pirate Code?

alright, roll a d100 for blasting

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>46722111

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>46722111
Yohoho and a bottle of rum.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>46722111

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>46722111

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>46722111

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>46722111

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You crack your knuckles, "Alright, Usopp, hit the balloon with a flaming shot!"

He pulls out... a slingshot, blasting some pellet into the side of the balloon. "Hot sauce!"

God... damn it. Cold and the other guy are laughing, until a hand appears behind the arcosian, wrapping around his throat and throttling him. Robin gives you a wink, as the throttling intensifies.

"Gohan?" He nods, and you open fire, blasting the balloon.

It explodes in a firey ball of gas, King Cold sailing downwards with a scream- cut off as he hits the ocean and sinks, while a gust of sand flies into your face.

You spit it out, only for it to blow past you, a heavy set of feet alighting on the deck behind you, that hook slicing through the air at your face.

You duck, swinging low and bringing your boot into his chin, but his face turns to sand around your foot, invalidating the attack.

Alright.

"You're gonna die for that!" The man roars, "You killed my partner! No one insults the mighty Crocodile like that!"

He slashes again, but you duck away, pelting more blows into his side, meeting nothing but loose sand with each hit.

Well, that's an issue.

Robin and Usopp are backing away nervously, while Crocodile just grins at you.

Well, this is bullshit.

>Gohan, turn into a fan, we can blow him off the ship
>Crew mates? Any advice?
>Grab his hook, thing looks solid gold
>Write in

>>46722378
>Grab his hook, thing looks solid gold

>>46722378
>Grab his hook, thing looks solid gold
YOINK!

>>46722378
>Grab his hook, thing looks solid gold

>>46722378
>Grab his hook, thing looks solid gold
>Gohan, turn into a fan, we can blow him off the ship

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You yank the hook off him easily, glad to have something solid to grab onto. Well, at least you're still hilariously stronger than he is.

He tries to swipe it back, but you crunch a kick into his chin, turning his head into a cloud of sand, before Gohan kicks through his middle, before finishing it up, by turning into a huge bird, flapping up a storm that blows Crocodile into dust, hurling him off the side.

"You did it captain!" Nose guy cheers, running forwards and hugging you very eagerly.

Aaaand touching too long. You shove him off, as a huge city rises out of the sea. That city looks... is that Vegeta City?

"Look!" Gohan calls, pointing over the side, a train track leading into the city, sunlight gleaming off a red armour plate. "Kuriza's on there!"

The ship drops, banking at a sky dock that just hangs in the air. Mark's here, wearing some dumb outfit, but you brush past him. "Where's the food?"

He points and you hurry forwards, bursting into a wide hall, crammed floor to ceiling with...

"Fucking fruit?" You growl. "This is..." You vent, kicking a wall out. "This is NOT planet Vegeta." You mutter.

A head pokes up out of the mountains of fruit, Tarble, looking very confused, a boy in a red vest and a straw hat following him.

"Kabuya... this is Monkey D Luffy." He introduces you.

You extend a hand warily. "Nice to meet you boy."

He tilts his head, "Boy?" He demands, "I'm forty five years old lass!" He pinches his cheek and pulls... and pulls... and pulls. "You try getting wrinkles when your skin's made of rubber!"

"Well... there's no way this day can get any stupider." You mutter.

Kuriza makes it into the room, accompanied by a little reindeer man, he glares at Gohan, before about facing, walking out again.

>Any idea how to get home Tarble?
>Alright, go talk to Kuriza.
>Monkey? You're not a Saiyan?
>Write in

>>46722378
>Grab his hook, thing looks solid gold
>Gohan, turn into a fan, we can blow him off the ship

>>46722751
>Any idea how to get home Tarble?

>>46722751
>Alright, go talk to Kuriza.

>>46722751
>Talk to Kuriza and Gohan together

>>46722751
>>46722907
this, then
>Any idea how to get home Tarble?

>>46722751
>Alright, go talk to Kuriza
Finding Arcosians is one thing, but maybe there's a better way, like getting to a star system with better reception and checking the GalactiNet.
And we need to talk Kuriza through dealing with disappointment when dealing with other members of his race, like we had to when we met other male Saiyans who we had to fight and kill.

>>46722751
>Alright, go talk to Kuriza.

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You look after the boy a moment. "Tarble, you got any idea how to get home?"

He scratches his neck, "Well, there are Dragon Balls here, I just thought we should wait for everyone to get here before we used them, just in case."

Fair point, "Well, hold down the fort, I'm gonna go talk to Kuriza."

You brush past the reindeer, finding Teito wrestling a blonde guy in the hallway. "Touch me again, and I'll break every bone in your body!" She growls.

You nod, finding the Arcosian kicking his legs idly over the edge of the dock. "Hey kid, how you doing?"

He sniffs loudly, wiping some purple blood off his nose. "Fine."

"You're not." You point out. "Gohan says you're still searching for others like you."

He scowls, "Gohan says a lot of things."

"Well... if you really want to look for them... maybe you should find a star system with better reception? Earth's is kinda weak being in the boonies. Hell, get closer to the PTO and we might even get on the Galactinet."

His shoulders lift a little, smiling hopefully. "Really?"

You nod, "We can always try. I mean, our computer are pretty old by galactic standards, but we can try."

He smiles appreciatively. "Th-thank you." He nods. "You don't have to come with me. I know you're busy helping the others train." He adds.

>Fair enough, good luck kid
>Maybe you could go with Tarble and Gure in a few months? Don't want you going alone
>I can bring them with us. Space training works wonders
>Write in

>>46723061
>Maybe you could go with Tarble and Gure in a few months? Don't want you going alone

>>46723061
>Maybe you could go with Tarble and Gure
I don't see a problem with that.

>>46723061
Hey Chuckles, do you still have a Twitter?

>>46723061
>Maybe you could go with Tarble and Gure in a few months? Don't want you going alone

>>46723125
@FrogDiddler

>>46723125
yeah https://twitter.com/PokeMangQM

writing now

>>46723061
>Maybe you could go with Tarble and Gure in a few months? Don't want you going alone

>>46723061
>Maybe you could go with Tarble and Gure in a few months? Don't want you going alone

>have Frieza's heir going to the Tarble's family's home world and trying to call other members of his race

Are we trying to get Gure's people wiped out? Also, him and Gohan need to talk with a third party present, preferably someone better at dealing with love triangles than us.

You rub his head, "Maybe you can go with Tarble and Gure in a few months? They're heading to the Tek-Tek Planet." He chews his lip, but you push on, "I just don't want you going out on your own is all. You're still a kid."

"I dunno..." He mutters.

"Besides." You add in a conspiratorial whisper. "Someone needs to be the muscle on that ship. Have you seen his power level?"

That gets a giggle from the boy, his tail thumping happily against the bricks. "Okay, okay, I'll go with them." He hesitates for a moment, before scooting closer and hugging one arm around your waist. "Thanks mmmm-m-mom." He nods to himself.

Heh. "No problem kiddo." You can hear the Mark that isn't like your Mark complaining about his food getting eaten in the background. "Alright, shall we find a way to get out of this stupid, stupid place?"

Kuriza laughs. "I liked hanging out with Chopper. The reindeer near my ship are all a bunch of assholes."

Ooh, "Watch your language." You chastise him. "You'll break my heart talking like that."

He laughs again, and you follow him inside. Risel got here at some point. Didn't know she even got dragged along, accompanied by a green haired swordsman that reminds you wayyyy too much of Piccolo for some reason.

"Shall we head home then?" Tarble asks, placing the dragon balls in a circle, Shenron bursting upwards, even without the password

>Space Christ, yes, get me out of here.
>Nice meeting you all, I guess
>Give them the hook, doubt you can take it home at this rate.
>Write in

>>46723320
>Nice meeting you all, I guess
Saiyamom Kabuya best Kabuya.

>>46723320
>>Nice meeting you all, I guess

>>46723320
>Nice meeting you all, I guess

>>46723320
>Nice meeting you all, I guess
>turn to Luffy, "Whatever your dream is kid, don't give it up"

>>46723320
>>46723470
Seconding

>>46723470
This!

>>46723470
>>46723320
This

Well, this was... an experience. "Nice meeting you all, I guess." You look down the line, man... they really remind you of the people on Earth. Wonder why.

"Eternal dragon, take us ho-" Tarble starts, only to be cut off, a beam striking him through the chest, thin and purple.

He goes down, clutching his heart, "Y-you!" He grunts.

"And yet again, another dead monkey." Frieza chuckles, erupting from one of the fruit mountains.

Oh not again. "Kuriza, don't take this personally, okay? We gotta do this." He nods, screwing his eyes shut and covering his ears.

You help Tarble to his feet, "He- he missed my vital organs." He grunts.

"All of them?" The green haired swordsman asks, bewildered.

Tarble nods, pounding the wound, a fresh spurt of blood pounding out. "You got your sneak attack Frieza, now it's m-my turn!" He grits his teeth, shoving off of you. All the strangers stay well clear, other than Luffy.

He rushes at Frieza, "You stupid bastard, you'll pay for being a sneaky little-" Frieza bats him aside effortlessly.

>No, we're leaving. Shenron, take us home!
>Come on Tarble, you can do this! Show him your Saiyan pride.
>Write in.

>>46723780
>Come on Tarble, you can do this! Show him your strength!

>>46723780
>Come on Tarble, you can do this! Show him your power!

>>46723780
>Come on Tarble, you can do this! Show him your power!

>"All of them?"
Hah

Alrighty, roll me a d70000

Rolled 24482 (1d70000)

>>46724033
How many rolls do you think we'll have that'll fuck up the dice, chuckles?

Rolled 40233 (1d70000)

>>46724033
Ok!

Rolled 1102 (1d70000)

>>46724033

Rolled 23587 (1d70000)

>>46724033

Rolled 404 (1d70000)

>>46724033

Rolled 14052 (1d70000)

>>46724033
pls no suck

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You clap him on the shoulder, "Come on Tarble, show him your power! You can do this!"

You give him some space, Teito and Risel cheering him on too. "Everyone gets to kill Frieza, it's like a right of passage!" Teito adds.

Tarble growls, marching forwards, Frieza standing smug, at his most controlled form. "You, you killed my father, my mother! You enslaved my brother, and my people! You destroyed the planet I was born on!"

Frieza smirks. "A pivotal moment in your life, I'm sure... for me, it was a Thursday."

Tarble snarls, lashing out at him. Frieza weaves to the side, spinning and slamming his tail into Tarbles gut, the king doubling over.

Robin winces, nudging you in the side. "Shouldn't you help him out captain?" She smirks a little, "I think I could give him a hand or two."

You shake your head, "No, this is for his sake. He needs this fight."

Luffy goes running at Frieza again, his arm stretching backwards a good thirty feet, before he whips it into the tyrant, but Frieza shrugs the blow off, tossing the strawhat like a ragdoll.

Tarble jumps back, blood pouring from his wound. "I won't let you kill anyone else, not even in this world! Now die!" His hair starts to lift, his eyes going green.

Kuriza trembles by your side, and you hug the boy's shoulders, "It's not real." You whisper. "I think?"

In a flash of gold, the fruit around Tarble blasts away, his energy clearing the room, as the pirates let out quiet 'Oohs'.

"Super Galick GUN!"

Frieza catches the blast in both hands, trying to hold it back, but it quickly swallows him up, blasting him into dust.

That... wasn't as strong as the real Frieza. Tarble wasn't putting out enough power to wipe the real one out like that.

"Good work Tarbs!" Risel gives him a golf clap, quickly picked up by the rest.

He sags to his knees, coughing up some blood. Alright better get him home.

You scoop him up, nodding to the others, nodding to Luffy. "If anything, I respect your tenacity."

He grimaces, rubbing his cheek. "That stung more than a woman with teeth in her beef portal!"

Well, alright then.

He clasps your hand in his, "Tell ya what? Give me a few years, I want to challenge the lot of ya to a race, I bet we can get above and beyond whatever you lot are."

"A race?" You raise an eyebrow.

Robin chimes in, "The Dream 9 footrace, in ten years, grand prize is said to be the most delicious meat in existence."

Oooooh. "We'll see." You nod, "Shenron, can you send us home?"

Popo's gone by the time you get back to the Pendulum room, Tarble's wound healed, but still unconscious, as the two boys exit awkwardly.

>Better get Tarble home.
>Go yell at Popo for that bullshit
>Girls, take Tarble, I have to deal with Gohan and Kuriza
>Write in

>>46724511
>Girls, take Tarble, I have to deal with Gohan and Kuriza

>>46724511
>Girls, take Tarble, I have to deal with Gohan and Kuriza

>>46724511
>>Girls, take Tarble, I have to deal with Gohan and Kuriza

>>46724511
>Girls, take Tarble, I have to deal with Gohan and Kuriza

Not even sure why that second option is even there.

>>46724511
>Girls, take Tarble, I have to deal with Gohan and Kuriza

Time to play parent.

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"Girls, mind taking Tarble home for me?" You ask.

Risel nods, taking the king off you. "I think I'll just go the Goku way of trying to go super saiyan." She adds, looking him over. "See you round." They drift off, as Dende comes running past you. "Gohan, come on!" He pleads.

You zip past, grabbing the boy up by the scruff of the neck, before darting back for Kuriza, grabbing him by the tail.

"Say you're both sorry." You order, standing over the two.

"Sorry." Gohan mutters, looking anywhere but at Kuriza.

"Mmmf." The Arcosian responds.

You resist the urge to knock their heads together. "Say you're sorry- and MEAN it." You clarify. "Both of you."

They're both silent, pouting into other corners of the hall. "I-I think Gohan's right!" Dende chimes in. "That signal could be putting us all in danger."

"Don't be a kiss ass Dende." You mutter, pinching your nose. "Look, Gohan, he's gonna stop the signal for a while, okay? He'll start again, but only after he's gone out into space for a while with Tarble."

Gohan digests that while you turn to Kuriza. "And you, Gohan just wants what's safest for the earth. Including you. He was only trying to help you move on, but he didn't understand that you're not ready yet. Okay?"

"Okay." They say in unison.

"Hug?" Kuriza asks, "I'll miss you out in space."

Gohan nods, the two boys patting each others back, quickly breaking it off and letting out macho grunts, flexing and blushing.

Heh.

>Gohan, I think you have a long talk with Dende while you're here
>Good, now let's head home, okay?
>Kuriza, I say it's time you graduated from the Monkey School. You're as good as I can teach you.
>Write in

>>46724846
>>Kuriza, I say it's time you graduated from the Monkey School. You're as good as I can teach you.


>Try not to cry
>Cry a lot

>>46724846
>>Kuriza, I say it's time you graduated from the Monkey School. You're as good as I can teach you.
>Good, now let's head home, okay?
Maybe make him a new jacket before he leaves for a while? Also
>Try not to cry
>Cry a lot

>>46725005
>>46724846
This along with explaining to Kuriza when we're alone about how much we've lost when we were young, and how our dad's kinda a jerk.

>>46724846
>Kuriza, I say it's time you graduated from the Monkey School. You're as good as I can teach you.

>>46725036
A little to much. We can unload our emotional baggage on someone who isn't already carrying a black holes worth himself. Bulma seems more in line for that.

>>46724846
Hitting the sack early. Try not to brain damage the little arcosian. Have a good night people and thanks for running Chuckles!

>>46725095
You're right. Maybe write him a letter as he leaves about it? The kid should know there's someone out there who's dealt with shit similar to this, and that he can talk to people about it.

>>46725095
Oh that would be a good scene.

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You pat the Arcosian boy's head plate, feeling a vague prickling behind your eyes. "You know what? Kuriza, I think it's time you graduated from the Monkey School." You nod. "You're as good as you're gonna get from me teaching you. It's time you stood on your own to feet and see what you can make of yourself."

He wipes at his nose. "Really? You think so?"

You give him an extra rub. "Really. You're growing up fast kid. You're heading off to space, so I think you're ready."

He smiles to himself, chest puffing out with pride. "Thanks Kabuya." You wipe your cheeks, more wet than you'd thought.

Gohan gives him a friendly punch on the shoulder. "Nice one Kuri." His smile gets a little tinge of sadness to it. "The Saiyakids won't be the same without you though."

He nods, rubbing his neck, "I'll only be gone a few months, jeez." He points to you, "Maybe Bra and Chitsu can join, like, officially."

Gohan pulls a face. "I... dunno. Bra might be cool, but Chitsu's... he pulls a face, much to Kuriza and Dende's amusement.

"Be nice to your sister Gohan." You chastise him.

"She ate a bar of soap the other day." He tells you. "And not even in one go. She kept taking bites out of it, complaining how bad it was with each one." That's definitely Goku's kid alright. "Also, I think mom might be pregnant again."

"Again?" You ask, "Man, Chichi calm down."

He shrugs, "I dunno, I think so. They didn't tell me or anything."

Well, that's something. "Alright time to head off boys. School's almost out and-" Waiiiit a second. "Gohan, why aren't you at school?"

He tenses, "Uhhhh... bye!"

He's out the door, taking off hurriedly, Kuriza laughing. "Well, seeya Dende."

The Namekian boy shows you out. "You gonna be okay?" You ask Kuriza.

He nods, "I... think so." He gives you one more hug for the road, before he takes off and you head home, picking Bra up. Army's off the lawn now, thankfully.

The next morning, you come down to the kitchen, finding Bra at the table with...

"Who the hell are you?" You demand, staring at the strange man, his clothes ruffled and hair looking unwashed.

He pauses, cereal halfway to his mouth. "Uhhh, I'm Greg." He shrugs, "I'm a -uh- 'friend' of Llll...." He spaces out for a second. "Luuuuucy?" He finishes, pointing at the roof.

Bra keeps chewing her toast happily, staring at the stranger.

>Get out of my house
>Lazuli, you ass, at least know her name
>Tell her to keep her hook ups away from Bra
>Write in

>>46725332
>>Get out of my house

>>46725332
>Get out of my house

>>46725332
>Tell her to keep her hook ups away from Bra

what is sleep?

>>46725332
>Lazuli, you ass, at least know her name

>>46725332
>Lazuli, you ass, at least know her name
>Tell her to keep her hook ups away from Bra

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You sigh, pulling a chair up opposite him... He's sitting in your chair. You sit in that chair every day. "Okay, first of all. Her name is Lazuli. At least know her name, you ass."

His eyes widen in surprise, his mouth full of cereal. "Hey fug you ladee!" He sputters, spraying food everywhere.

"Secondly." You continue. "Get. Out. Of. My house." You tell him. "You have ten seconds."

He shrugs, "Yeah, you really scare me lady." He scoffs.

Oh... you're going to enjoy this. You pool a ki blast in your hand, blasting the spoon from his fingers faster than he can think. "Out." You repeat.

The front door slams behind him as he bolts away. You pick up your coffee, pointing at Bra. "Keep that in mind, if you ever bring somebody home." You tell her, moving to kiss her forehead. "Unless I like them." You add.

She tilts her head, as you head back up the stairs, shunting the androids door open. "Keep your hook ups away from my kid." You bark.

She's slumped in bed, still half dozing. "He's not a hook up." She grunts, covering her face with a pillow. "Just some homeless guy. Looked like he could use out of the cold is all. He slept on the couch."

Oh.

Well, now you kinda look like an asshole.

>Sorry about that. I think I nearly gave him a heart attack
>Ask next time, got it?
>Don't let homeless people in the house either! Do you want to get robbed?
>Write in

>>46725721
>Ask next time, got it? Family lives here remember?

>>46725721
>>Ask next time, got it?

>>46725721
>Sorry about that. I think I nearly gave him a heart attack
>Ask next time, got it?

You back off a little. "Oh. Well, next time, at least ask first, got it? There's a family living here. Hell, there's two."

She grunts again, rolling over with her back to you. "Uhuh."

"Still in a bad mood, huh?"

"Uhuh." She grunts, pulling a pillow over her ear. "If you don't mind, I'm trying to get some sleep here."

"Wanna talk about it?" You ask.

"No, I wanna sleep." She retorts.

"Lazuli." You shut the door, "Come on."

She rolls onto her stomach, burying her face now. "Lapis found out what happened to some of our friends from the old days."

Eesh. "Are they... dead?" You ask.

She shakes her her head, "Worse. They're boring." She shivers, "Accountants... Nurses... Real estate agents." She makes a retching noise. "These guys used to help us steal booze and get in street fights with us. Now they have two and a half kids and live in the suburbs with... mortgages." She shudders in revulsion.

>They grew up, it happens, move on
>And you're mad that you didn't get that?
>Well, you can always hang out with me, I'm all the crazy you need
>Write in

>>46726171
>>And you're mad that you didn't get that?

>>46726171
>>And you're mad that you didn't get that?

>>46726171
>And you're mad that you didn't get that?

>>46726171
>Well you can always hang with me

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You chew your lip, "And you're mad that you didn't get that too?"

She shakes her head, "Uch, hell no!" She shudders again, "Turning into such a boring ass normal old person? I'd rather die."

"Laz..." You rub her arm, "You can talk to me about this. I won't tell anyone."

She shakes her head, "If I ever turn into someone that dull, shoot me dead." Right... her and her brother might've been born near forty years ago, but they were knocked out in comas or something for the most of it.

"Well, if you really feel that way, that's fine too." You shrug. "Your brother feel the same way?"

She shrugs, "Yeah, I guess. He's to busy off being Ranger Dan to get a proper conversation out of him." She goes quiet for a minute... "You think I'd turn into one of them, if Gero hadn't got hold of me? Be a boring ass mom in the suburbs?"

Well... "If you did, I don't think you'd be boring even then. You're a sharp lady Laz. I also think you're being too hard on suburban moms. No shame in it. Didn't you say your mom was a swell lady?"

She mmmphs quietly. "Whatever." She jumps out of bed, "Come on, I wanna spar now."

She's fighting clumsy, angry and terse, her moves are either too controlled or too clumsy, making her hard to read, you toss her onto her back and pin her down. "There's no point in continuing while you're in this mood." You point out.

"Oh, Kabuya dear, you really do need to stop treating every woman you meet like this." Towa clucks, leaning in the doorway. "As you like to remind me, you ARE a married woman." Ring doesn't vibrate, this is your Towa.

>Don't tell me how to live. I'll pin anyone I feel like.
>Not what it looks like, now what do you want?
>Hey Towa. Got a job for me?
>Ignore her, Laz needs to focus on clearing her head for now.
>Write in

>>46726429
>>Don't tell me how to live. I'll pin anyone I feel like.

>>46726429
>Don't tell me how to live. I'll pin anyone I feel like.
>Ignore her, Laz needs to focus on clearing her head for now.

>>46726429
Ask if she just has terrible timing or if she has a job Laz is suited to help with?

>>46726429
>Don't tell me how to live. I'll pin anyone I feel like.

We are the Alpha Saiyan around here.

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You glance up at her with a grin. "Don't tell me how to live. I'll pin anyone I damn well feel like."

Towa snickers, while Lazuli does her best to buck you off, glaring at Towa. "What do you want?" She growls, "We're busy."

"I can see that." Towa muses. "As it so happens, I have a job that the two of you might just be handy for."

"I'm listening." You nod, blocking a knee to the ribs that Lazuli throws at you.

Towa laughs, "Well, tell me. How do you feel about a little... let's call it... reconnaissance mission into the headquarters of the galactic patrol?"

"You mean spy on them." You point out.

She rolls her eyes. "Spy is such an incriminating word." She clucks her tongue. "I prefer to say that they'll be sharing their information with me. Information on the strongest warriors in the galaxy."

"And how does Laz come into this?" You ask.

Towa shrugs, "She has no heartbeat, yet her mechanical parts are subtle enough to not set off their primitive metal detectors. I need someone who won't show up on their scanners." She points to Lazuli, "And I need... well the muscle." She points to you.

The blonde finally headbutts you, knocking you off and dusting herself off. "Alright, I'm in." She nods. "Anything to get out of the house for a while."

Towa nods, "Good to hear. Kabuya?"

"What's the reward?" You ask.

She rubs her chin, "My undying thanks?"

You stare blankly, "I'm working on it." She shrugs. "You know me Kabuya, I won't short change you. How's about... I take you to Planet Vegeta for a day. One whole day, you can spend with your parents, see the sights, whatever you please. Or if that displeases you, you can come up with something else... within reason."

Damn, that's a good offer. "Deal." You nod, clapping her shoulders, disappearing in a burst of red light, off to the depths of space.

>End of Episode 57

>>46726807
Thanks for running! Felt nice to participate in a thread, haven't been able to because for some reason your threads don't show up in the directory

>>46726807
Thanks for running, Chuckles. Could we get Towa to teleport us to the Saiyan homeworld for a day? Possibly bring Tarble along?

>>46726842
Check out the threads that you're hiding. You might be inadvertently doing this to Chuckles' threads. I'd also suggest putting ##Chuckles in the tab to generally find everything he does.

>>46726842
the twitter directory thing?

Dunno what thats about but I do post every thread on my twitter when I run

>>46726877
She can do that, sure, probably won't bring tarble along unless it's made worth her while

>>46726897
Would curing her of her perma-virgin disease count as being worth her while?

>>46726897
Well, for one thing, we might be able to get a quicker translation/some more info about the later incarnations of the SSJ, as well as useful techniques, training, and food for Saiyans.

>>46726941
All good points

I sleep now

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Chuckles is asleep, post waifus

We should find this hobo again

>>46720561
>who's ready for things to get stupid
I'm getting flashbacks to my drill instructor...