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[Rensou Hiruen]

The tournament had concluded, and the events were the words upon tongues of each and every citizen of Saru. . .the stars were twinkling beautifully in the sky, and the single moon was but a tiny shimmering shard. Saiyans and the various races that called Vegeta their home had called the night to an end, but in a homely tavern a single occupant remained. Sleep evades restless men whom consider conflict their calling.

The whites were lined with red, an effect of alcohol and a trying life, and greatly resembled a landscape painted with the bright blood of fallen men. It snaked across the expanse, forming a web of red rivers that flowed into a dark ocean glazed over with exhaustion.

The calloused grip brought the bottle to the ever-parched lips another time, and the tender stirred at the familiar noise of an empty bottle colliding with the beautifully lacquered bar which displayed deep scratches into the wood. The polished surface reflected the bloodshot eyes and the man whom stared at it through both mirrored appearance as well as character.

The tender slid another bottle of Bardock's Best towards the man whom captured it deftly in a hand that had performed the act many times. "You should get some rest, Rensou," the old Saiyan suggested, and the younger male looked at him.

Sujest had owned this bar ever since he could remember, and many nights he had overextended his stay and been forcefully removed by the likeable but gruff old man. . .but such things weren't in his power any longer, for Rensou was a man of esteem, a man spiraling into the dark ways of his past.

Alcoholism.

Rensou Hiruen was an amazing parent, and a phenomenal warrior. He served his king and country with blood and sweat, but the severe workload he had undertaken as of late were beginning to chip away at him. Recruitment for the Empire had skyrocketed, a response to the oncoming war, and the General himself had secured funding to offer a tournament for all the army called their own to bolster their strength and the morale of his people.

Rensou could care less if Sujest was tired and wished to close, all he cared for at the moment was the drink as well as his growling stomach. "I'm hungry, old man~" he grunted, cracking a smile at the tender as he drained a hefty amount from the bottle.

The old man bit back his pride as he cleared his voice, "Noko!" He had hired the girl recently, and she had proved herself capable of earning her keep. . .but she would have to endure the torment, for misery simply adores the masses.

[riika]

Noko had been in Vegeta for two months now. And after working small odd jobs, she was grateful for this one at the bar. Sujest had given her great hours, had been a great boss, and had even helped when a few men got hansy. She even tolerated the uniform. With a sigh, she turned her violet-gaze down to it. It was a black leotard that clung to every curve on her body, leaving little to the imagination. The bar's logo was stamped on the front and the motto on the back. Black boots that went to her thighs and black foux arm guards completed the uniform. She sighed. If there was one thing Noko would never understand, it was Saiyan's clothing.

She went back to work, picking up the dishes from the tables and loading them onto her tray. She had opted to work the night shift tonight, closing with Sujest. The other girl, Kabo, had a date and needed to cut out early. Noko didn't mind closing the bar, but there had been this one customer lately that had already kept them thirty minutes after they closed. And Sujest never locked the doors or kicked him out until he left. Noko didn't know why he did it. Every time she asked, he only gave her a look and started laughing. Really, Saiyans are very strange..

"Noko!"

"Yes, sir?" she called back, pivoting and turning to face him. Sujest had startled her, breaking her out of her thoughts for the moment. She walked over, tail moving back and forth lazily as she did so. Noko still didn't understand why Saiyans kept their tails around their waists. It seemed like no matter how hard she tried, she'd never understand them. She walked over, her boots tapping lightly on the wooden floor. They were heels, giving her a little height to her petite frame, even though she wasn't fully used to them. Setting her tray down on the counter by the resident drunk, she turned her gaze onto Sujest expextantly.

[brandon007]

It had been a long day. The Tournament, everything. He wanted to get a drink, and fast.

He had found a bar that he had heard some good and bad things about it, and decided to give it a try. Granted, he never been to a Bar before, but he needed something to relax himself after such a long, hard day on Vegeta. Now he knew why Saiyans were so tough.

When he walked into the Bar, he felt like half the eyes in the bar were staring at him. He saw no Saiyan, nor any species that was ever documented, but lately, he had learned to turn away the prying eyes and just ignore them.

As he ignored the prying eyes, he walked up to the main bar were stools were, he propped himself up on one, and let out a sigh as he rested his arms on the counter top. "Id like something that has a little kick to it please." He said, his gaze glancing over to Noko and Rensou. Unlike them, and everyone else in the bar, Brandon was the only one without a tail, for the time being.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The old Saiyan smirked at his employee, she was a unique one, to say the very least. . .she openly churned the air behind her with her tail, a thing only the strongest or the stupidest Saiyan dared to do. She spoke common with an unusual accent, and her skin appeared impervious to the twin suns of Vegetasei. Perhaps she simply had not been under their glaring light and sweltering heat for long enough, but Sujest shook those thoughts from his mind – the woman worked, and she performed her duties well, and as an honest employer he paid her well and she was free to keep whatever tips she earned without complaint. “. . .that asshole is hungry,” he remarked, pointing towards the onyx haired Saiyan whom was the sole customer.

Until a thin man whom was obviously not a Saiyan stepped through the open door and leaned against the bar directly beside “that asshole” and demanded something powerful to quench his thirst. With his voice low, barely above a whisper, Sujest moved his pointing finger to the newcomer, his eyes twinkling with anger that he would have to remain open for yet another customer, and this one was a nobody! “. . .that asshole is thirsty,” and with that said, the old man propped his grey head with an arm placed onto the bar and began to doze while he still stood. It seemed Noko would be the one to tend to the pair.

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The Saiyan, wearing nothing but a straight black jumpsuit and his boots, turned his bloodshot eyes to the slender alien that had parked directly beside him, looking him up and down rudely for an extended period of time. He took an occasional swallow of beer before he finished the thing and set it next to a dozen, perhaps more, already finished. Finally, the drunk man came upon an epiphany.

“You're the one that Basna beat the shit out of, neh?” he asked, smiling whilst those reddened eyes shimmered. This man had fought in the tournament, and done relatively well despite the odds stacked against him. . .it did not really matter, Rensou had killed stronger aliens on half a dozen planets whom had proved that they could fight for their lives just as well. In the end, it did not matter, they had died, and this one had lost. Their struggles had been for naught against a superior opponent, and the intoxicated bastard began to laugh.

“What's it like being a Namek's bitch, neh?” he jested, completely enjoying himself. The slender warrior should and probably would recognize him, he was being patronized by General Rensou Hiruen, the man whom had put the tournament he had fought in together. . .the man Brandon would fight for in the future, if he held true to the stipulations of being allowed to compete.

[riika]

Noko could have groaned right there. Of course the asshole was hungry, who would be after all those beers? This night was going to be a longer one. She was about to pick up her tray and start cooking when the door opened and a lanky man with black hair and glasses came in. He leaned next to the asshole and demanded a drink. Noko shot Sujest a look, one that was obviously ignored as he stated the obvious and preceded to try and sleep at the bar. Glaring daggers at her boss, Noko picked up the tray and went over to the window by the small kitchen, setting it down.

She tucked a stray piece of her brown hair behind her ear and went behind the bar. The new asshole hadn't specified which drink he wanted and at this point, Noko didn't care. she just wanted to wipe down the bar, count and close the register, and go home. But, with Sujest policy of keeping the door unlocked till the last person left wasn't helping. Taking out a glass, she half-heatedly listened to their conversation. By the sounds of it, the newcomer had been in the tournament offered to all SSE recruits. Noko had thought about going and watching, but had ended up working and covering others shifts. Noko poured some dark burgundy liquid into the glass, hardly even filling it halfway. The stuff burned something fierce and would even get some of the more seasoned men drunk easily.

"Enjoy," she said, sitting the glass down in front of the kid. She glanced at their regular asshole. There was no way in any heaven or hell that she was going to cook up up a dinner, it was too late for that. With an aggravated sigh, Noko went back into the kitchen, pulling on the apron and taking a look at what she could quickly whip up.

[brandon007]

Brandon smiled as the drink was placed infront of him. "Thank you very much." He said, as he heard the...Saiyan next to him egging him on. Brandon remained silent for a moment as he took a brief sip from his drink.

And without even looking back at Ren, He said "Least Im not the one giving Male Saiyans a bad name, and setting standards so low." as a grin crossed his face. "And you smell...Phew!" He added as he took another sip. "And if you want to keep your tongue, id suggest that you keep it in your mouth." He said, as he glared into his drink.

He looked up over at Noko, as he smiled a bit, "Have yourself a drink to. On me."

[Rensou Hiruen]

The drunkard finally took true note of the waitress, and grinned – perhaps she might take interest, considering he was a man of esteem. Rensou Hiruen never chased women, if anything, he was ever the quarry in such matters. As she stepped through the doors to the kitchen, his grin formed into a smile. The man was absolutely famished, and the thought of food caused him to momentarily forget the insignificant thing beside him, that alien whom had fought in his tournament. That was until the man decided to take the most ignorant courses of actions and answer ridicule with more ridicule. . .the Saiyan was prepared to enter a heated debate over the status of the man in relation to Basna.

The threat had shocked him, for that was something rare from a man whom was barely better than the rank and file of the Saiyan army in regard to the General.

A smile still blazing upon his fighter's features, he took a second look at the young man whom had decided it was best to avoid eye contact. Rensou tarried for a moment, deciding the most beautiful way to smash his brains out onto the bar and down his drink before a spark of rationale registered in his normally sharp mind. The warrior could not be serious, the very idea that he could remove the tongue of Rensou Hiruen from the floor of his mouth was obviously a joke!

Rensou Hiruen began to enter a fit of laughter.

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The Saiyan doubled over, his beer sloshing out onto the floor and his eyes closed tightly as he slammed his tight fight into the bar repeatedly. This persisted for a moment before he caught control of himself and cleared his throat. “You're got balls and jokes,” he grinned, draining the last droplets and finally the foam from the bottom of his bottle. Rensou searched his memory for a shred of information and finally recalled what had been sought.

“Brandon Potter, was it?” he asked, “Aye, that is was. . .” The question had obviously been a rhetorical one. The man set his bottle down and lifted a finger before his gaze. With little focus, the warrior manifested a very compressed and very tiny instance of his ki millimeters above the raised digit, and then with finite control he began to move the particles in his creation with a rapid pace. Friction. His face became very serious as he asked Brandon Potter a question he himself was unable to answer.

“Where would you like your mark, recruit?” as aforementioned, each and every participant in the tournament had been forced to sign a contract that allowed the Saiyan Solar Empire to draft them into the ranks at any moment, and with looming war, the army the General commanded needed capable men more than ever.

[riika]

Noko paid no mind to the regular asshole's leering grin. In truth, she had no idea who he was, and she didn't actually care. He was just the regular, drunken asshole. She continued to light half heatedly to the drunken lecher and the scrawny kid next to him. She didn't even respond when the kid told her to have a drink on him. She could get a drink whenever she wanted, and the men in here were always offering to buy the waitresses drinks. it was ridiculous really. With an annoyed huff, Noko grabbed one of the pots (that she had JUST finished cleaning not too long ago) and put it on the hot stove. The meat came next, sizzling as it hit the warm pan.

The two definitely seemed to know each other, but not in a pleasant way. She continued to cook the slab of meat, though her attention perked at the younger ones threats. Quietly, she formed a small, dagger-like shape out of her ki in her right hand, the sage green light glowing softly. There was no telling how their resident drunk would respond to it. Whether he'd ignore it, freak out, or

Laugh. Laugh like he heard the funniest thing in the world. Relaxing, the blade of ki disappeared and she continued to cook the meat. In truth, Noko loved when she cooked back here. It was a chance to try out new recipes, and add her own noran twist on the classics. Sujest hadn't been happy at first, but when the customers liked it, her gave her the go ahead. Even now, she was using herbs from her own garden to season the meat. It was done quickly. She slid the piece on a plate and poured a bit of the bar's famous sauce over it.

Glancing up at the two, she saw that the asshole's laughter had stopped. He was deadly serious, ki glowing at the tip of his finger like a tattooing needle. She caught his sentence, and with a frown, walked out. Noko practically slammed the plate down in front of the Saiyan man, glaring at him.

"No ones marking anyone in this bar, understand lubri ducul?!" she said, hands on her hips. She was deadly serious, her violet eyes narrowed and fierce. A Noran word even slipped out, one anyone could tell was meant as an insult. She glared at both of them.

"If you're going to do that shit, take it outside so I can lock up, got it?" she snapped.

[brandon007]

Brandon took another sip of his Drink, still not meeting eyes with Ren until his name was mentioned. "Thats Prince Brandon to you. And if you wanna keep your finger, Id suggest you put it away until you are Sober again." He said, as he finished his drink. He heard Noko tell Ren off better then he could, he smirked as he was about to compliment her on her authority, when his wrist computer bleeped, as a feminine voice said "Well said, Noran language has always been... a fascination of mine.", which surprised Brandon, but he was too tired to really care, nor did he want to get into any fights.

"Dont worry Ma'am, Theres no branding of any sorts here. If the 'General' knows whats good for him that is." He said with a chuckle as he put the empty glass down, and gently slid it towards Noko. "A fine beverage. How much do I owe you for it?" He sincerely asked. The way he was acting, compared to Noko's usual customers, would hopefully make Brandon seem like a blessing in disguise.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Whitened and lengthy canine flashed as Rensou Hiruen suddenly became aware that he had been a fool to think the man was jesting, and he unfurled his tail from around his waist and lashed the emptiness behind him with annoyance as this impudent little creature spoke so carelessly to he, undoubtedly the greatest and most accomplished murderer of multitudes in a millenia. This scrawny whelp was threatening to remove the finger which was meant to seal the deal of an agreement that the other party had been entirely aware of, a digit he had not a chance in hell of touching should the Saiyan so choose it. This nothing in the realm of power had spoken to a something as if he intended to fight, but the Hiruen son would never lower his strength to allow him to ever have a fighting chance against what he fully intended to do.

Rensou Hiruen never uttered a word of warning, this “royalty” that was so far beneath him was unworthy of such things as he began to act with all the speed and ferocity his phenomenal fighting strength allowed him to operate at. In his basest state, the father of Tsuken was capable of moving at seven times the speed of Prince Brandon, and could exert a physical force which would dwarf any potential response.

The General became a literal flash to the reactive ability of his target and the waitress, his food momentarily forgotten as he set his feet beneath him. Once placed physically to the task, the muscular body of the man simultaneously leaned forward and cocked his right arm to slam into the back of his unlucky challenger in an attempt to push him face first into the bar; an impact with potential to completely remove him from his senses. The left hand had momentarily forgotten the heated inkling of energy and instead sought to flatten the left of Brandon against the bar, with the bottom of it facing upward.

This had only been an attempted act, but it was a damned probable one. . .the gods themselves would find themselves taxed in stopping Rensou Hiruen once he had set his mind and might against one who had lacked a comparable ki.

If the set of actions were accomplished, Rensou would fully bull himself into Brandon Potter and assert weight and leverage to pin him against the bar with the cocked right arm which would slide across the back painfully and tightly grab the bicep with a powerful grip and a maintain position by grinding the elbow harshly into the spine. It would be then and only then that the General would lift his eyes up to the waitress, whom would realize his malicious intent any millisecond now and meet his defiant eyes.

[brandon007]

Brandon was unprepared for Rensou's sudden movements, as he suddenly felt his body being forced into a painful position. Unfortunately, He wasnt fully healed from the tournament yet, and unknowingly to Rensou, his actions caused Brandon's arm to make a gross snapping sound, as his arm suddenly snapped into an odd angle.

When the pain hit Brandons brain, He let out a skin crawling yell of pain, and his first impulse was to completely electrify himself, and make his arms become covered in razor sharp spikes of ice, in an attempt to get his assailant off of him.

While Brandon let out his scream of pain, one that no humanoid could possibly make, some of the nearby glasses cracked with the high frequency of his yell. "Gyaaah! Get off me!"

[riika]

A Prince huh? Well, he definitely didn't look or act like a Prince. Probably was one just in name. Noko restrained herself from rolling her eyes. The little voice from his watch was curious though. It registered her language as Noran, though she doubted the thing knew exactly what she said. The Duiecite on Merrow Island spoke a much more old-fashioned language compared to the main lands. She picked up the glass and the damp rag she had been using to clean. She'd give the cup a proper clean once the two were out of here, but she could at least get started.

Noko couldn't help herself this time though, as the boy spoke again. He referred to their regular asshole as "general", though it seemed to be in a more mocking manner than anything. She started wiping her glass down, her face clearly showing that she wasn't impressed by his "pleasant" attitude. He was obviously not in a good mood.

"Twenty zeni," she answered, setting down the glass and cup. After she got this guy out, all that would be left was their asshole. hopefully, he'd eat his food, pay, and be on his way. But, as usual, Noko's luck wasn't all that perfect. Where the large man had laughed just moments before at the boy's -who she just recalled to be named Brandon- insult, registered that it was not a jest between co-workers(?). With a speed so intense Noko didn't even realize what was happening, he had the boy pinned to the table, a sickening crack echoing from his arm. Brandon let out a deafening cry that would wake even the still-sleeping Sujest. Ice spiked out from his body, and Noko could swear she saw electricity spark along them. A muttered curse slipped from her lips as she grabbed one of the asshole's empty beer bottles by the handle and swung it just as he looked up at her. The bottle shattered on impact, leaving her with nothing but the handle with sharp, shattered ends to point at him.

"You let the boy go and get out of the bar or I swear to whatever God you find holy, you'll never step foot in this, or any other bar in Saru city. Got it?" she hissed, eyes narrowed.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The tiny brand of energy had been reformed in an instant, and was drawing terribly close to singe flesh beneath overbearing heat and fill the dense Vegetan oxygen with the scent of burning hair and hide. Defiant onyx orbs had drifted from those of the woman to gaze upon the forearm, the man operating at a speed few could understand and even fewer could hope to overcome. The “prince” was quickly becoming the princess he had been against Basna as he cried out in pain, an act betraying an utter lacking of spine.

Then, the whole thing went to shit~

The boy beneath his power erupted in response with cold daggers which pierced the palm, biting through the hide before they halted against overbearing inner strength. This budding power was nothing against the might of Hiruen, and his flesh refused to be pierced as if it were but paper when his inner ki refused to have the host damaged so terribly. Only through the skin had the spikes ripped through, for they were blunted and halted as soon as body made a natural reaction to the action.

. . .and that was not all that contributed to the ruination of the ceremony, no, the lithe creature became electrified and sent a sudden shock through the body of Rensou, and the man groaned with a tiny flash of pain while it persisted. Once again, overbearing inner power called the advantage still firmly the Saiyan's, for it would take a much higher voltage to sway his hand, much less stop his heart. The man ground down harder with the restraining forearm – a tiny spatter of blood running from his palm and the uncomfortable current passing through his body would hardly be enough to stop him.

Nay, that was not all that muddled the whole simplicity of the affair, the wench whom had brought out his food had taken up arms against him with the nearest weapon at hand – a bottle devoid of content, and smashed it against scalp with all her might and brandished the thing towards his face with ill intent. Did no one understand what must be done!? This man had been welcomed into grand contest with open arms and now he denied the Empire the right to call him their own, and his would be the protection and comradery of such a mighty organization.

Fuck it! ! !

Aye, “FUCK IT! ! !” roared the Saiyan as he ignored the potential of his other hand enduring minor wound, and the pinning right grabbed the defiant thing beneath and and tossed it like a discarded toy towards the wall with enough force to injure, not kill. The man still fully intended to see this one in the ranks, for despite defeat he had shown promise. . .even against the overwhelming power Rensou Hiruen called his, the man had been disagreeable to the last. “Basna's bitch” or not, he still had courage and resolve, and pride atop it.

The man moved and sat, his eyes holding those of the woman and her leveled weapon whilst his hand fumbled across the bar but found no fork, but it did find the slab of cooked flesh and lift the entire thing to the teeth, which latched onto it and tore a hunk away. Rensou Hiruen chewed briefly before he swallowed like a wolf, taking moment to address the woman before he continued. “Fuck off, neh?” he smirked, abandoning her gaze. . .

. . .if Noko was going to rake those sharp shards down his face, now was the time.

. . .if Brandon wished to seek revenge, his opportunity was presented as well.

Neither would be a wise choice.

[brandon007]

Brandon gasped, as he was suddenly grabbed, and tossed aside. Rensou obviously didnt know his own strength as Brandon hit the wall hard, leaving a nice dent in the wall.

His vision blacked out, as he lay on the floor for a few moments, refusing to move. His body sparked back to life as he twitched a bit and held his head up. His black eyes had changed to their crimson red colour, as he slowly got up on one knee, then up onto his feet. He panted for a moment as he walked back up to the bar, seemingly ignoring the broken appendage.

"I think its time you left General. Theres no need to get anymore violent..." He said, as he reached into his pocket, and placed 50 Zenie onto the bar for Noko. "This should hopefully cover some of the damage as well as my tab."

[riika]

Things went all to hell. Noko watched as the regular asshole got shocked by Brandon. Only a small moan of pain showed that the large asshole felt any of it, his grip on the boy seeming to get even harsher. Hardly a heartbeat passed before the man roared an obscenity as she smashed the bottle against his head. He threw the other man across the bar and into the wall, leaving a good-sized dent in the wall. Well, Sujest is going to have my head for that. Wonderful! Her eyes flickered back to the larger man as he sat. The bottle was still pointed at him as both their eyes held each other.

Noko gave no mind to the boy, to check if he was either alive or dead. Right now, their regular asshole was given all her attention. She lowered the bottle, tossing it into the trashcan behind the bar as he started to eat. In a very unbecoming manner at that. She turned to the boy who was back up at the boy. Noko glared at them both before taking him money and putting it in the register.

"Thank you," she said with sweet venom, "Now, get out before I call the guards that are but a yell away."

She grabbed the broom behind the counter, walking out around to sweep up the broken glass on the floor. her lips here pressed together and her tail snapped back and forth. This night was NOT a pleasant in any way. It was an HOUR passed closing and almost three in the morning. She was exhausted, annoyed, and pissed.