POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
Forms
Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Dec 31, 2023 18:10:08 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Dec 31, 2023 18:10:08 GMT -5
Superheavy weights activated: PL - 13,440
If there was anything a Saiyan needed after a LONG training session, it was something to eat. A LOT OF somethings. Like... so much somethings, a list longer than the collective length of all of a store's isles wouldn't be enough to accurately convey the amount of somethings. ...And as much as Salada hated to admit it, the life-forms of this planet proved quite flavorful compared to the home-grown animals on Vegeta to say nothing of the creative ways these Earthlings managed to bring out these flavors in their foods. In just a few short days, Salada had eaten at least five-dozen meals-worth of Earthling food, several flanks of freshly killed dinosaur meat, several different varieties of drink referred to as "juice" and all of them expanded Salada's pallet to lengths she didn't think possible!
...And all of that was supposedly CHEAP... according to the number of bills, this Zeni, she had used to purchase food. The Saiyan had yet to fully understand human currency. Bills...? Paper money...? What purpose was there in using scraps of paper and metal token-coins as a unit of exchange? On Vegeta, so long as you worked, you ate. It was as simple as that. Here, they expected people to work and PAY for their food with... these pieces of crap!? Bah... Whatever... Just another annoyance native to planet Earth.
...Speaking of annoyances and speaking of something to eat, Salada decided that she would... indulge in some more elaborate Earthling cuisine... and take Jarehd with her. Why not? After one of their more recent training sessions, Salada's strength had almost TRIPLED, her power skyrocketing to a MIGHTY 53,000! FIFTY-THREE! That alone was worth celebrating... and she supposed she could be generous. In one of Earth's eastern cities, Salada had caught sight of a very interesting little restaurant resting in the center. Crowds of people were lined up outside and around the building, patiently waiting their turn for a seat inside! Whenever she had come to this part of town, it was always the same: the place was crowded to the point of obnoxiousness...
...But no this time. By luck or by fate, when Salada brought her subordinate, the path to the restaurant was empty, clear as if the mob had not yet realized the place was open. While her armor was being repaired (thanks to Jarehd nicking it repeatedly with his energy blades), Salada wore a tight-fitting blue tank-top, white wrist-bands and black pants, Salada keeping her white Saiyan boots because... well... she still had her dignity. She'd be damned if she was going to wear a fully human outfit! Brushing past the waiter at the front, Salada would sit herself right down at one of the larger tables, gesturing for Jarehd to do the same. There was no need to waste time with sickeningly fake politeness humans indulge in so much, not when her reasons for being here were so blantantly obvious. Salada wouldn't even take a moment to look at the menu, brushing them aside as if they were inconvenient scraps of laminated paper.
"Two of everything." Salada stated, pointing at one of the menus. "...And make it quick. We're hungry."
WC: 535
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POWER LEVEL
43,171
Tech Points
8/14
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
13,413
Saiyan
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Jan 1, 2024 8:52:15 GMT -5
Post by Jarehd on Jan 1, 2024 8:52:15 GMT -5
PL: 41,548 (10,387 PL w/ SWC)
Zeni: 12,196
Bonuses:
X2 Until 100K
Super Weighted Clothes
Jarehd walked into the restaurant with a very disgruntled intrigue. Yes, he didn't discount the fact he was hungry. What he didn't like was the fact that he was being subjected to trying HUMAN food instead of them hunting for their own food on this miserable dirtball. But, they are Saiyans, so it was probably for the better if Jarehd didn't disobey his commander while she was near him. So, reluctantly, he was drug along into this restaurant. So instead of thinking about that, he couldn't help but focus on what exactly got him here. He and Salada had tore the absolute hell out of a battlefield together, and it left them both with scratches and marks that they both walked away proud from. For Jarehd, he had just gotten the highest props he could have ever gotten from Salada. However, when they got back up and moving, for whatever reason it be, Salada got more of a Zenkai boost than he did. Maybe it was because she collapsed after Jarehd did and she had more significant wounds than he did at the time. Regardless of the issue on that, Jarehd wasn't going to complain, he was loads stronger than what he had ever accomplished on Vegeta, so this was a true victory for him.
As he sat across from Salada and looked around the restaurant, Jarehd could only scoff as he saw those others humans start to come on inside after they saw them walk in, as he grumbled and looked at Salada.
"The sooner we can ditch this place the better..." Jarehd remarked where only Salada could hear as he held a disgusting look towards those humans walking in. Humans. Pitiful, weakling creatures with not so much as a significant Power Level to their name. After the spar with Salada, Jarehd's power Level soared to an impressive 41K. Which, to his eyes, seemed right for a subordinate position. The fact that he was at least still under Salada's command was more than enough for Jarehd to be happy. Thanks to that little talk from Salada, Jarehd would make moves to leave his past behind, and move forward with Saiyan glory and pride in the fore front of his mind as he sat there at the table, also brushing aside his menu as he simply looked around in disgust at the gathering crowd of humans.
"Tch... what a pathetic race." Jarehd remarked with a tone of disdain as he watched the humans go about their business, being so polite, walking in like weakling creatures and sitting at tables, some more dignified than others. Jarehd did see one try to push through to a seat but only found himself getting thrown out as he slightly smirked in a pitiful manner as he shook his head, as their drinks arrived quite fast as Jarehd would slowly take a sip of his, holding his look of disdain for the humans as he decided to try and look away from them, either focusing on Salada or focusing on the people working in the kitchen either one. He didn't want to stare at Salada, but then again she was the only good thing to look at in this restaurant. He decided to mainly focus on the kitchen to watch them prepare them a meal. And they better get it right.
WC: 574
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POWER LEVEL
1,390
Tech Points
0/6
Forms
Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Zeni
2,292
Human
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Jan 2, 2024 12:48:10 GMT -5
Post by Caesar on Jan 2, 2024 12:48:10 GMT -5
As the commotion ensued, the saiyans’ commanding presence didn’t escape Caesar’s notice. A surprisingly handsome, athletic, skinny looking young man with what can only be described as an Italian Brooklyn accent that could cut through steel, he sauntered over to their table, an unlit cigar perched between his fingers. "Hey, heyyyy, what do we got here?" Caesar bellowed, eyeing the two aliens with a mix of curiosity and a hint of caution. His eyes shifted from Salada to Jarehd and back again, taking in their formidable stature. "You two ain’t from around these parts, that's for sure! What can I do for ya, huh? Lookin' for something special from the kitchen?"
He waved a hand dismissively at the menus they had brushed aside, chuckling under his breath. "Ah, menus, schmenus. You're lookin' for the Caesar special, ain't ya? I got just the thing for ya. You're gonna love it, trust me." With a wide grin, Caesar snapped his fingers and signaled to the bustling kitchen staff, who were also his family members, “EY! COUSIN TONY! COUSIN TINA! AUNTY SUSAN! WE GOT OURSELVES THE CAESAR SPECIAL OVAH ‘ERE!! AND DON’T FUGGET THE TWO OF EVERYTHING ORDER!!” They scurried about, preparing an extravagant array of Italian dishes fit for a Saiyan appetite. The clinking of pots and pans, the sizzle of ingredients meeting the heat – it was a symphony that only Caesar’s kitchen could conduct.
"Alright, alright, listen up!" Caesar called out, his voice booming through the restaurant. "We got ourselves a couple of guests here, and we're gonna treat 'em right! Double portions of everything, and I mean everything! We're talkin' pasta, pizzas, calzones, the works!" He shot a wink at the Saiyans. "And don't forget the garlic knots. Trust me, they're outta this world!"
As the food began to roll out of the kitchen, Caesar leaned in closer, lowering his voice a tad. "Hey, between you and me, we humans can be a bit of a handful sometimes, know what I’m Saiyin? but don't let that ruin the appetite. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the feast fit for Saiyan royalty!"
With a confident nod, Caesar stepped back, observing the Saiyans' reactions to the culinary extravaganza about to unfold before them. He knew his kitchen could handle any hunger, even that of mighty warriors from distant planets. In the chaotic symphony of his kitchen, Caesar navigated through the bustling cooks and waitstaff, making his way to the heart of the culinary storm. There, surrounded by the aroma of simmering sauces and the clatter of pots and pans, were his trusted family members - Cousin Tony, Cousin Tina, and Aunty Susan. Each one had their sleeves rolled up, passionately engaged in the culinary warfare that was the dinner rush.
"Tony, Tony! You call that garlic bread? Look at it! It's a disgrace to the family name!" Caesar pointed dramatically at a plate of garlic bread, his eyes wide with faux horror. Tony, a stocky man with a thick New York accent, shot back, "Oh, come on, Caesar! It's just a little crispier than usual. Adds character, capisce?" Caesar looked at it and then back to Tony with shock, "Character? Character? This ain't a Broadway play, Tony! We're talkin' about garlic bread – a culinary masterpiece!" Caesar shook his head in mock disbelief.
Amidst the bickering, Tina, Caesar's feisty cousin with a flair for the dramatic, chimed in. "Crispy or not, it's the sauce that's the real star, and Susan over here is sabotaging it with too much oregano!" Aunty Susan, a stout woman with a no-nonsense attitude, shot back, "Sabotage? I'll have you know, Tina, that oregano is the secret to a perfect sauce! You gotta let it simmer, let it breathe!" The kitchen erupted into a cacophony of overlapping voices, each family member defending their culinary turf with the passion of a Saiyan warrior. Caesar reveled in the chaos, his cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth as he surveyed the battlefield.
"You're all nuts! We got Saiyans out there, and they ain't gonna wait forever for this food! We gotta show 'em Earth's finest, capisce?" Caesar interjected, attempting to restore order. The kitchen fell into a momentary hush as the family members turned their attention to Caesar. In that brief pause, you could almost hear the mental gears whirring as they recalibrated their culinary strategies.
"Alright, alright," Tony conceded, waving a spatula in surrender. "We'll get our act together. But if the Saiyans don't like it, they can take it up with Tina and her 'perfect' sauce!" Tina shot him a look that could curdle milk. "You watch it, Tony. I'll put oregano in your coffee, and then we'll see who's laughing." Aunty Susan, unfazed by the banter, took charge. "Enough, you two! Caesar's right. Let's show these Saiyans the best damn Italian feast they've ever had. Now, get back to work!"
The kitchen erupted into a frenzy once more, but this time, the chaos was fueled by a shared determination to impress the extraterrestrial guests. Caesar, with a satisfied grin, retreated to the dining area, ready to present the Saiyans with a meal that blended Earth's finest flavors with the culinary might of Saiyan warriors.
Word Count: 867
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
Forms
Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Jan 2, 2024 17:16:29 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Jan 2, 2024 17:16:29 GMT -5
Salada... was kinda starting to get tired of Jarehd's constant grumblings over the humans. YES, the were weak, and more often than not, it was practically SICKENING to be in a room among their jovial obliviousness... But hearing her comrade mutter it over and over and over, wherever they went, whatever they were doing, she was starting to think that Jarehd's disgust with this planet went beyond the surface. In one respect, humans were just the same as any other race the Saiyans had conquered: They were weak and foolish, if unusually technologically savvy in places. Living among them was a chore and this planet's low gravity was really starting to get on Salada's nerves... but it wasn't like she had to hear it play in her ear from the person she was working with constantly!
"Enough." Salada raised her hand to Jarehd, her eyes hard. "...I don't want to hear it. We are here on BUSINESS. Act like a professional." ...Yeah, Salada didn't like it, and maybe she was muttering similar sentiments under her breath when she was alone, but no matter WHAT her feelings were, they were on a mission: To repair relations between Saiyans and humans. Heck, it wasn't as if Salada didn't notice the tension either. She had felt the eyes of at least two dozen humans stare at her tail on the way here, their pudgy little faces contorted with disgust or even hatred. Salada felt the animosity of these ants roll over and off her like an ocean wave, their annoying little stares wearing on her nerves...
...But Salada didn't rise to the rank of "Commander" by being a petulant child. She didn't COMMAND the respect of her people by being rash and foolish, not least when in the midst of people she personally considered "enemies." She was a SOLDIER... and soldiers followed orders. If Jarehd showed resistance to the idea of, at the very least, keeping his mouth shut, Salada would lean in, her face contorting into an annoyed snarl.
"In case you haven't noticed..." Salada would growl, leaning in even closer, keeping her voice low. "...There are more powerful people on this planet than ALL of Vegeta COMBINED. COMBINED, Jarehd! I know... I have SEEN THEM!" She jabbed a finger at her eye for emphasis. She would then lean back in her seat, almost looking tired. "...And they're obliged to help these earthlings. We're here to ensure that these... monsters don't wipe us out for a second time. I think it would be for the BEST if we kept the feelings we BOTH have about this world, and its inhabitants, to OURSELVES... At least until we have the power to do otherwise." Salada spoke with frustration and disgust. The former was meant for her subordinate. For some reason, he just didn't seem to understand the situation they were in. The latter was not. It wasn't because she AGREED with Jarehd. For the most part, humans were weak, pathetic, disgusting, and all the other things she heard Jarehd mutter about them while he was awake AND asleep. Again, if she had it her way, Earth would have been shaved of sentient life and colonized a decade ago.
...But that wasn't her choice, was it...?
When the waiter came (or she assumed he was), Salada met his strong personality and flamboyance... with a blank stare. He was trying to ENGAGE with her! She could feel it like a persistent neighbor knocking on your front door, determined to greet the newcomers and make a GOOD first impression. ...How annoying. He even cracked a PUN at her and claimed to make a feast truly worthy of them! Salada only grunted, waving the human male off. She wondered just what this human thought a 'meal worthy of Saiyan Royalty' was. In all honesty, the majority of Saiyan cuisine was rather bland. What food they didn't pillage from conquered worlds usually came in the form of meats, hard vegetables and maybe a little space. Heavy foods, A LOT of protein and carbs, stuff that stuck to your bones because... well... Saiyan metabolism burned energy faster than fire ate wood... but it wasn't particularly flavorful or varied. At times, it felt like they were just eating sand, if their food was especially poorly prepared.
...How unprepared Salada was for the smells that would come from the kitchen. The moment the kitchen really started bustling, Salada's head turned to face it, drawn by the scent wafting from inside! Savory... sweet, and others... it was all so alien to her! In way, it was like an attack on the senses, assaulting Salada's pallet with flavors and smells she had never thought possible, let alone EXPERIENCED before and yet... it wasn't necessarily a BAD attack. Despite herself, Salada found her mouth watering and her stomach growling at whatever was being made back there. She didn't know WHAT it was... but if it smelled like that then... WELL, AT THE VERY LEAST, SHE WAS CURIOUS!
"...Huh." Salada muttered, her animosity slowly starting to buckle under the weight of a hungry and interested belly! "You have to admit, Jarehd, whatever it is they're making... It smells good."
WC: 863
TWC: 1398
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POWER LEVEL
43,171
Tech Points
8/14
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
13,413
Saiyan
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Jan 2, 2024 19:33:50 GMT -5
Post by Jarehd on Jan 2, 2024 19:33:50 GMT -5
Jarehd looked at Salada the minute she told him to snap out of it. He grit his teeth as he heard her bereave him for showing hate to the humans, and Jarehd KNEW they were on professional business, but who the hell did these humans think they were, just acting chummy and everything? Didn't they know how to RESPECT warriors? Jarehd saw the looks, he SAW the reactions the people gave them, and he was incredibly agitated by them in the fact they had no place to even LOOK at the duo funny. Jarehd's clear disdain could be seen on his face as he twisted and contorted fake smiles for some of the crowd, but Salada could tell he was resisting, so she leaned in closer.
Jarehd grimaced when he heard her words. He didn't doubt that she knew about the power levels of these individuals. What he did doubt was the fact of their chance of making it even if they played nice. He knew Earth disliked the Saiyan Empire, he saw that for himself even just getting himself a new set of clothes. The audacity of these human scum knew no bounds and Jarehd for one would NOT stand for it. And yet, Salada was reigning him in once again with her logic. She was right. On all facets. They couldn't do a damn thing about this entire situation. This was a big issue. Even if she and Jarehd combined their strength, they wouldn't last MINUTES against Earth's strongest forces, and Jarehd knew that.
"Ugh... apologies, Commander." Jarehd sighed, finally relenting. "Maybe if I just eat something I'll get over this... grouchy mood I'm in." Jarehd spoke aloud, as some of the customers nodded their heads in understanding, as some understood being a bit angry before having food, so the suspicions on the two Saiyans already de-escalated after Jarehd made the comment, as he hoped it at least would get Salada off his case for the time being. However, as he finished conversing with Salada, their waiter came over, and his antics... definitely got a raised brow from Jarehd. His antics were, to him, amusing, as he couldn't help but chuckle, but Salada knew it was because while he found it funny, it was more out of pity than an honest laugh as Jarehd looked at Salada with a look that screamed "Is this guy serious?" And Jarehd meant it that way. This guy could have made an incredible court jester, what with his accent and his antics to try and make a good connection with them. Though it did peak Jarehd's interest when the man made mention of Saiyan royalty. Had he met Saiyans before? Were they more common on this planet than Jarehd thought? But, then again, what did he know. Saiyan food was meant to just fill the stomach, not smell good or taste good. The best meal Jarehd ever remembered was when he actually had enough resources to cook some meat he cleaned from an animal, and had some leftover spices to add flavor to it. Jarehd still remembered that well.
However, like Salada, his palette would be opened WIDE upon smelling the good food cooking in the kitchen, as Jarehd's mouth watered instinctively and his eyes immediately darted to the kitchen. What were they, MAGICIANS!? They had to be! There was no way food could smell this good! There was no way that the food of this restaurant actually had hopes of feeding them, let alone having incredible taste to back it up! Jarehd was now very intrigued by this, to the point he might consider conquering Earth instead of destroying it, just to hire this man and his family as personal chefs for he, Salada, and all of Vegeta!
"Yes... I have to agree with you, Co- Salada." Jarehd remarked, deciding not to let off the fact they were a squad unit and a bit more on the friendly side. After all, the best way to talk to other humans was make yourself seem human, right? But Jarehd had to gulp down his own emotions when he did that, not only at how revolting that was to do, but how Salada might react once they left this establishment. But the waiter was here, he was talking to the chefs. Maybe he held the secret? "Sir, can I ask how you make the food in this restaurant smell so good?" Jarehd would ask, another revolting step towards being amicable with these humans. And he woildn't have even made such a... a... DISGUSTING attempt at it... had it not been for that good smelling food cooking away in there! Jarehd swore it was magic by this point, not only did it have Salada captivated, it had him captivated as well! He was just so intrigued, it was incredible how they were making the smell from within the kitchen, not to mention, once again, that Salada was even captivated by it. Jarehd hoped that he was right in the fact that this was all just magic and was a farce to get the two Saiyans warmed up to human culture. All the while, his tail would swish, sharing his curiosity...
WC: 865
TWC: 1,439
Learned [ST1] Tail Mastery
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