[Repercussions][Noko]

[Rensou Hiruen]

Sujest had summoned the General, the martyr of the people. . .Super Saiyan, father, a warrior the old Saiyan had known since his days in the pits. With sadness, he had watched such a promising young soul descend into the depths of alcoholism and drug abuse. With great joy, he had watched him come into his own as a warrior and put aside the terrible things: until his climatic battle with the Icer bastard, Touketsuki Yakedo.

Sujest had never truly believed the Hiruen son had faked his death, but then again, he could not truly admit that possibility that the man had risen from the grave. The gray-headed man was at a loss, and he would never truly know what had happened that fateful day. A part of him believed the man whom strode through his door was naught but a specter. . .a dead man, but a being too great to simply pass from this world.

As of late, Sujest was watching Rensou become what he once had been: a ruffian without honor and code. A drunkard, nay. . .not so far into the depths of the bottle, yet, but it seemed the man required something more than a simple life upon Vegeta. The dead warrior, the paradox, stood before him. Sujest could sense the unrest in his posture, could feel the tension just behind the shining coals upon his scarred face.

Rensou, without a word, handed the owner of the "Saiyan's Tale" a satchel of coin: well above the amount it would take for the repairs to the wall and the indention of Brandon Potter in the bar. The General, a man of standing and undeniable strength, bowed his head. . .and then his body. Finally, he spoke. "The deepest apologies, Sujest. . ." he offered, many times he had performed such an act. . .and each and every time, he had been utterly sincere.

"Oi! It's fine, lad," Sujest smiled, patting his favored customer upon his shoulder and actually laughing. He pointed, and Rensou followed his finger to the young woman behind the bar, working feverishly upon it with a rag. . .with anymore gusto, she would surely polish it brighter than any surface in Saru.

"It's to her you owe the apology,"

". . .aye, seems I do."

Rensou reached up and rubbed the sore spot atop his head, accidentally breaking through the dried blood and letting a fresh roll of the stuff roll down his forehead. A forearm wiped away the red, staining the dark armband even darker as he walked over towards the young woman, obviously a Saiyan. . .though her eyes were certainly tinged with outside influence.

Dressed fully in his finest, Rensou took a position opposite the bar and sat. His attempt to gain attention had obviously failed, or the woman was simply ignoring him. . .and thus he broke the silence.

"Apologies, miss. . .uhm. . ." Rensou searched for a name, but he had never seen this woman save the night before, and he was left dumbfounded. Struck by those eyes, the man adjusted his eyes and attempted to peer deeper into them as his posture lowered. Those violent hues piqued curiosity.

[riika]

The night had been a long one for Noko. The two assholes had left in the wee hours of the morning, no earlier than two and no later than three. She had then spent and hour cleaning up the damages. The broken glass, the dented wall. She even sectioned off that part of the wall and left a message for the repair service Sujest had (on speed dial at that). She finished cleaning the kitchen, wiping down the bar and finally, at almost four in the morning. Noko headed to the small apartment she called home.

She'd fallen into bed almost immediately, stopping only to fill her cat's food bowl. She'd slept heavily, waking at eight to the loud beeping of her alarm. An alarm that she now needed to replace. A quick shower and toast for breakfast had left her running to work, still braiding her damp hair as she did. Ever since arriving on Vegeta, Noko's hope of anything good coming out of this adventure was dwindling and dwindling. She hadn't even made a dent in her search, and hardly went anywhere besides the bar and the grocery store. She had made not one friend, and had done nothing but cover for a few other girls. Things were starting to look incredibly bleak.

So it was little surprise as to why she was in a mood today. Her hair had started to curl, loose strands escaping her braid at every turn. It was their lunch rush, men and woman stopping by to grab a bite and a quick drink before going back to work. Most of them were from the army, but Noko paid them no mind. She had been raised around the warriors of her home. After all, her mother's mate was the head warrior, and her adoptive father. The bar was loud and joyous, for reasons Noko didn't care to know. She'd be off in another thirty minutes, and she couldn't wait to go home and soak her aching body in a long, warm bath with a glass of wine. Her thoughts were so engrossed in it in fact that she didn't notice the large man until he spoke.

"Apologies, miss. . .uhm. . ." She stopped, sighing and raised her violet eyes. There he was, again! The resident asshole. He was dressed in finery. She had known he was apart of the army here, though what rank she didn't know. Noko cared little to learn the ranks army here by their armor. What she did notice however was the smudge of blood on his forehead from where she hit him with the bottle last night. She paused only for a moment to grab a clean hand towel from behind the bar and toss it at him before going back to her cleaning.

"It's Noko," was all she said. The girls here didn't wear name tags. She didn't question why. It made it easier. Not many asked for her name in these conditions. If they did, it was to offer her a drink, or something much more lewd. Ignoring their resident asshole's apology, Noko caught the attention of another waitress. The waitress in question was named Boa, and was a Saiyan seductress and a favorite among the men here. Boa nodded and Noko grabbed a bag of trash and headed through a door that lead outside.

Completely and utterly ignoring the Saiyan man before her, her mood too foul and her tongue too sharp to be trusted right now.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Sincerest of apologies utterly ignored, but a title had been gained. . .Noko. Rensou smiled, standing straight with heels firmly together and began to bring his arm before his chest in the typical Saiyan salute, after all, had the woman not wounded him? She was to be respected as a warrior, whether she waited these ruffians, like himself, for whatever reasoning despite an obvious power the fighter could feel flowing through her, permeating the very air. In the midst of his salute, the woman shifted her gaze to another and stepped away from attempted introduction, for all the Hiruen father managed was “I'm Ren. . .” He stopped short, caught completely unaware by Noko's sudden preoccupation with other things. It seemed she deemed the trash of more importance than the soldier.

The rabble chuckled at the embarrassment of the man, and his ever-repressed anger rose up as he clenched his fist, his fingers whitening with the intensity of grip. She would make a fool of him? She certainly had the right, and the ex-gladiator was entirely aware of it. Rensou was a man of emotion, a creature driven by them for the most part. . .those feelings often led to violence and harsh words, but the man knew he had wronged this woman, and above all things he was an intelligent man. She deserved her attempts at revenge and feelings of dislike, but with the intelligence the determination stood hand in hand. Forgiveness would be attained.

Calming himself and calculating the course of action to be taken, the Saiyan male turned and began to work his through the crowd, but Boa managed to catch his eye and his attentions for a moment. It was abundantly clear that the warrior was familiar with the woman, and in the most physical of senses. He was, after all, a common customer here and he dismissed her approach quickly, efficiently. “I've business to attend, Boa. . .” he informed, growling after the sentence to assert his serious nature.

Once out the door, casual movement was abandoned and in short order a series of Zanzoken had taken him around the building, and Noko would find him standing in her path whilst she was in mid-stride towards destination. Certainly, the killer with the onyx shocks and scarred face with coal eyes shining had entertained the thought of preventing the disposal through various means to force a listening ear, but instead he extended his hand. “Allow me. . .” he offered, obviously intent on assisting with the task. “. . .please.” A polite tongue would hopefully go far in setting things right.

[riika]

Noko trudged into the back alley of the bar. Trash bags were piled up still, and she could still see the bag she had put the glass and wood in the night before. The trash collectors were late, again. She sighed and was about to continue foreword when the man suddenly appeared in front of her. She let out a small squeak of surprise, jumping back words. She had seen a good couple of Saiyans do that, disappear and reappear somewhere else in seconds, but it never stopped her from jumping. She glared at him, eyes going to his out stretched hand. She bit the inside of her cheek, stalking past him to toss the bag into the dumpster.

"Such an offer would have been appreciated more yesterday, when I cleaned up the mess you made by throwing that kid into the wall!" she snapped, glaring at him. Unlike the Norans who had raised her, Noko's eyes didn't flash red when she was angry. Nor did her k-nines lengthen into fangs. That didn't mean it wasn't obvious when she was pissed off though. Her tail snapped back and forth, reckless for a Saiyan but normal for one not brought up here. Her violet eyes bore into his dark charcoal ones, daring him to disagree. She was a small girl, standing somewhere at a petite five-four, five-five area. Add that to the fact that she appeared to have little to no muscles, she was hardly seen as a threat by most.

A stray strand of her brown hair slipped her her braid, coming to rest in front of her eyes. She continued to glare at him, though her trying to blow the annoying strand away wasn't helping her look anything but cute. With a frustrated growl, she pushed the strand behind her ear and stalked past him.

"Look, I only have about fifteen minutes left of my shift. And if you could spend those fifteen minutes either A. Not anywhere near me; B. Not plastered; or C. Not breaking shit, I'd be very happy!"she said, going past him and back inside the bar where she closed the door with a slam. Boa met her, raising a brow as Noko went back to furiously cleaning the bar. The Saiyan woman glanced back out the door, then toward her angry co-worker, curious. Having worked side-by-side the girl for a little over a month, Boa knew there was one thing she could remark that wouldn't end up with her head bitten off.

"So, after today you have a couple days off, right?" she asked, smiling. Noko sighed, nodding. Her furious wiping ceased, Sujuest's former thought coming true. He could now boast that his bar shone the brightest in all of Saru city. Noko nodded, straightening up.

"Five days to be exact. Sujest says that if he sees me here at all, he'll kick me out himself," she said, rolling her eyes. Noko hadn't had a day off in weeks. She had scrambled to get hours, even covering shifts for other girls. Noran money hadn't transferred well here, Especially since Merrow Island was so far behind in that sense. It had been all she could do to secure her small apartment, and she wanted to make sure she could keep it. Boa glanced back at Noko and spoke in a much quieter voice.

"Noko... what kind of relationship do you have with Rensou?" she asked. At the girl's blank look, she elaborated.

"The guy you were just talking with," she explained. Noko frowned.

"You mean the Resident Asshole? None, why?" she asked, curious. Boa shrugged, tucking a strand of her shining black hair behind her ear.

"No reason..."

[Rensou Hiruen]

She stalked past, that apology of his unaccepted. Instead, she only layered request upon request and to top it all off, she refused his attempt at assistance. . .things were looking bleak, but Rensou had been in such situations before in more pressing matters, and he was still completely set on having his forgiveness. Rensou turned, following her with those dark eyes of his as her tail whipped side to side with agitation, and stifled a chuckle as he moved to reenter to bar.

Through the doorway and past the tables and their occupants once again, and up to the bar he strode. She and Boa talked down the way from where he sat, and he looked to Sujest with a wry smile. The old man immediately realized mischief was afoot, but he obliged as Rensou made a request of him. “A beer, please, Sujest,” he grinned, and a deft hand stopped the sliding bottle in the path it traversed.

She had asked him to stay away from her, well, that was fine. Thus, he had set himself far away. The second request was that he refrain from intoxicating himself, and certainly he couldn't accomplish that in the fifteen minutes that remained of her shift. It seemed the Saiyan had surrendered to the requests of the Saiyaness, until. . .

The top was removed from the bottle and Rensou Hiruen lifted it above his head, and released it from his grip. The brown tinted glass plummeted, and he followed it with his eyes and watched, somewhat interested in the delicious music the shattering glass made against the hard floor and the beautiful way the light of the room passed through each and every shard. Pleased with himself, he glanced upward towards Noko.

“Son of a bitch,” he feigned, but if Noko met his gaze she would see that her annoyance had done what had been done completely of his own accord. This was no accident, and Rensou Hiruen would have her fucking attention whether she liked it or not. . .or Boa's, he mused, silently cursing.

[riika]

A crash resounded through the bar, silence following. Everyone's eyes were riveted on Noko and Rensou. She had looked up just in time to witness him deliberately drop the bottle. Her eyes bored into his, her hand digging into the wood behind the bar. Boa stepped away from Noko, startled at the look in her co worker's eyes.

That fucking asshole.

Her tail was still and quietly, Noko closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She grabbed the mop from behind the bar, her knuckles white. She walked over, the rooms eyes on her. They waiting to see what she, and the general, would do. Would one of them strike out at the other? Would she break down? None had ever seen Noko in a fight, nor had they seen her this mad. She always wore a smile when serving them, be it bright and happy, or utterly terrifying in it's hidden meaning. Around the bar she went, stopping beside the general.

"If you would please move, sir, I can clean this accident of yours up," said carefully. A chill had settled in the bar as she started to mop up the beer, an entire bottle's worth. Noko hoped Sujest gave him the cheap shit, but glancing at the label, she saw the unmistakable logo of Burdock's Best. The beer cleaned up, she looked sharply over at Boa, the girl jumping.

"Boa, would you please hand me the dustpan and brush?" she asked, venom dripping from every word. The other waitress jumped into action, bring them over quickly. Taking them, Noko squatted down, brushing the glass into the dustpan carefully. All done, she stood, turning her gaze to Sujest. The clock had struck one, and it was time for her to go. Ignoring the urge to turn around and deck him, Noko turned her back to him to rest her gaze on Sujest.

"I'll be off then, see you in a couple days," she said. She stalked behind the bar, tossing the glass away in the trashcan and heading through another door and into the back room. It was then and only then that the bar became noise once more.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Effect achieved, though one undesirable – the woman had attended her duties with such haste that the General could not interrupt nor offer word, the boiling rage in the woman's own tone completely silencing him for the moment it took her to clean up his accident and inform Sujest that she was leaving. Rensou Hiruen, Super Saiyan, had been completely and utterly intimidated by the woman for a fleeting moment. . .but a fleeting moment was all it took for the man to regain himself and give chase once again. A quick vault over the bar placed his feet solidly on the other side, and Sujest gave him a disapproving look as he shook his head from side to side.

It was not as if the old man could have stopped him had he wanted to, and it was clear the ex-gladiator meant no harm: he merely meant to have his apology accepted, that was all, right? Noko padded away, and Rensou Hiruen followed. She passed through a door, and he passed through the very door as quietly as he could. . .hopefully undetected. Once the door was shut behind him, he would finally speak, all his emotion and distaste for the situation boiling over in an instant.

“You won't accept my apology nor give me a moment of your time,” he plainly stated, as if she was not aware herself of actions taken in the past few minutes. The Saiyan silently cursed again, glaring at the floor, searching for words. . .he had never meant the woman harm, he was simply muddled these days with anxiety and impatience: warriors required wars, and as it stood, he had nothing to aim himself towards. Certainly, there were plans, but those would not come to fruition for a week. . .a long and dreadful one for an impatient man such as himself.

The next few words were completely unexpected, and more regret would follow them as the psyche set itself to a new challenge. This woman would not even speak to him without poison lacing her words and fire burning in her eyes, and thus she provided challenge: forgiveness would come later, but Rensou would be damned if she would not hear him out.

“Let me take you to dinner.” Asking the girl on a date, and he had not even formally introduced himself. . .oh well, she knew his name, most did, and he hers. More silent cursing ensued, this would most certainly not end well. At any rate, the Saiyan stood before the door, and while he would not entirely deny her exit, he was now determined to obtain a more peaceable situation so that he might gain his apology and be done with this icy bitch~

[riika]

The cooler air of the back room gave her a moment to breath. Their break room wasn't much. A small round table in the center surrounded by four chairs. A microwave, a coffee maker, and a fridge lined one wall, and a row of lockers another. Noko sighed, unlocking her locker and pulling out her purse. She jumped as he spoke, whirling around and flattening against the locker. She couldn't believe he followed her in here! She couldn't believe Sujest let him! Well....actually.... she could. Noko glared daggers at him, only a moment away from throwing daggers.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," she said sarcastically. His next words thought, left her speechless. She blinked, unsure of what to say. He was kidding, right? He had to be. There was no way this guy was actually asking her on a date. She had watched him drink himself drunk night after night. And only the night before, not even twelve hours ago, he had made such a spectacle before her. He tried to BRAND a man for Rayne's sake. Noko looked at him suspiciously.

"You're kidding....right?" she asked, raising a brow. Noko pulled the strap of her purse over her shoulder, the weight of it settling against her hip. She turned away, grabbing her light jacket and pulling it on. The jacket was a sage green color, light and baggy in design. She hated going out in just her skin-tight uniform, and the color suited her well. It helped bright out the violet of her eyes. Eyes she ran over him quietly now, sizing him up. She'd try her hardest to kick his ass if he tried anything. And he might be bigger, but she bit, hard.

"Besides, I don't even know your name. I doubt you'd like me calling you 'Resident Asshole' all night," she said, completely serious. Boa had mentioned his name before, put it escaped her now. She adjusted her braid, moving it out of her jacket. She really needed to re-braid it, loose ends still slipping free.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The Saiyan smiled, canine and incisor shining beneath the dim light as he bit his tongue and staved away the urge to chuckle at startling the woman so, it was not his intent to do so, but he had thought that it might be the case. Sneaking about behind her had been a requirement, for certainly he could have never closed her off from exit and gained her attentions, finally. As she spoke, he took the moment to glance at her eyes once again, strange things they were, gorgeous, breathtaking, but eery and unnatural all the while. She spoke, her accent a peculiarity as well. Though she spoke common perfectly well, her tone was most certainly not the usual from Saiyan cords.

Relaxed, the muscular form leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, and shook his head at her idea that he was offering jest, at first his offering was one of repayment for her stress, which he had been the direct cause of. However, the longer she remained still and actually conversed, the more Rensou Hiruen genuinely wished for her company, though such things were insignificant at the moment. The modus operanda was entirely to gain her forgiveness. An exemplary Saiyan, the fighter before her always tried to treat each and every one of his people with respect and honor.

“I'm completely serious,” he informed, with eyes in her own and completely honest. There was no foul play here, nothing but an genuine request that she accompany him for a few hours of her time and gain a free meal out of the deal: repayment, if you will. Ah, but she knew not his name. . .excuses, excuses, Rensou smirked at the idea that this woman knew him not.

“It's Rensou, but “resident asshole” suits,” he introduced, and if she truly was unaware of whom he was, then she was most certainly not from Vegeta. This petite Saiyaness was becoming more interesting by the moment.

[riika]

By the Goddesses, this man was completely serious. This crude, brutish, beast of a man wanted her to have dinner with him. She wasn't sure how to respond, until her stomach gave a soft growl. Her cheeks pinked slightly, though she acted as if nothing had happened. In truth, she needed to go shopping. All she had at home was some cat food, and a few bottles of wine. She was going to go after her bath. But... if he was offering a free meal, she might comply. As he spoke his name, she raised a brow.

"You act like I should know that name," she replied. Noko had not heard of the ex-gladiator-turned general. She didn't pay much attention to the army here, and read her books rather than watched tv. She hadn't had them back home, and she found them little more than an annoyance. His name meant nothing to her. His name, and the offer of free dinner though, did. She bit her lower lip softly, an old habit of her's. Unlike Rensou and other Saiyans, Noko rarely hid her emotions. She never had the need, wearing them instead on her sleeve. There were always tell tale signs. Her tail, her violet eyes, her small mannerisms. If one watched her long enough, she would be easy to read as an open book. Finally she nodded.

"Alright.... diner it is. Pick me up at the gate in front of the apartment complex two blocks from here at seven o'clock. Don't be late," she said, making her decision. Noko slipped past him, her shoulder brushing his as she left the room, heading back into the bar. She nodded good bye to Boa and Sujest, ignoring the curious looks and slipped out onto the street. It was time for a glass of wine and a hot bath.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou grinned and nodded, his snap decision had landed him a date. . .that he did not particularly want, but then again, perhaps he might learn a bit more of this strange Saiyaness and provide her with adequate recompense for the disturbance he had caused the night prior. That was another peculiarity, Boa would have sat idly by while Rensou burned the mark into the arm of the boy, but this woman had wished no such thing to occur during her own shift. She was most certainly not of Vegeta, that Rensou was sure of.

“I'll try,” he answered, to not be late, of course.

“. . .but assholes tend to lack punctuality,” he joked as she walked briskly by him, nearly sending him stumbling as she bulled her tiny shoulder into the mass of muscle that was the male. Perhaps she had not exactly meant it, he reconciled, but doubted. . .it was abundantly clear that this woman did not particularly care for him. Rensou turned and held the door open as she walked away, keeping his eyes on her until she turned a corner and was gone from sight.

Her back was just as attractive as her front, he decided, and was glad to have come to such a conclusion: if he was going to take such a strange and angry young woman to dinner, at least her venomous words would arrive from a pretty mouth and with that odd yet refined accent. His mission of gaining her forgiveness was nearly accomplished, and boots were set to task as he left the bar.

Of course, he placed a few zeni on the counter for the beer and absolutely ignored Boa, for it was only 1400 hours. That left him with three to train with his son, Tsuken, and two more to ready himself for the dinner with Noko. It would take mere minutes to arrive at the apartment complex.

. . .Rensou Hiruen loved a long shower, to say the very least.

[riika]

Noko rushed home. She was in dire need of relaxation, and to go over the mad choice she had just made. She raced up to her apartment, stepped around her cat lying at the front door, and went straight into the bathroom. Only there, her back pressed against the door, did she breath. Noko then groaned, banging her head on the door. What the hell was she thinking?! Agreeing to such a request!! She must have gone mad. She sighed, turning on the water for the bath and peeling away her work uniform. She hated the thing. It was too tight, fitting her and showing every curve of her body. Noko was in no way completely modest, but even that made her a bit uncomfortable.

Casting the thought away, she undid her braid, brushing out the soft strands. Her hair was thick, and much lighter than most Saiyans. She didn't know why. Apparently her mother had had lighter hair too. Though her's had apparently been more of a honey brown than Noko's "mud-brown", as she called it. The girl hadn't had a chance to really get in a good shower that morning, so she figured she'd get a proper one after her bath.

Turning the taps off she sighed, slipping into the warm water. The bathroom was already steamed up, the mirror and small window in there completely covered by it. Noko sat down, closing her eyes. Her body had already begun to relax, the tension of the day leaving her slowly. Yes, she may have dinner with the Resident Asshole, or Rensou as his name apparently was. But, that was okay. Maybe it would be as bad as she thought.

Maybe...

The hours passed quickly, day turning to night in a flash. It was a minute to seven, and Noko was making her way from her apartment building to the gate out front. She sighed, arms crossed behind her back and mouth set into a soft frown. Why did she agree to this? She really must have gone mad. She glanced down at her clothing. If there had been any doubt in Rensou's mind that she wasn't from Vegeta, it would be erased now.

A far cry from her work clothes, there was not one place that her current outfit clung seductively to her body. She wore a long, sage-green dress that went to just above her knees. The dress was loose, cinched at the waist with a dark brown belt under her breasts. It had short sleeves, and a boot neck that showed her collarbone and a bit of her shoulders. long sleeves in an off-white were sewn to the inside of her dress, going to her wrists. Loose pants of the same color covered most of her legs, cinching just below the knees. Brown sandals were on her feet, and she wore a gold chain around her neck, a purple stone hanging from it. Like always, her hair was tied in a loose braid to one side.

Reaching the gate, Noko looked up, curious to see if he really was late. It was exactly seven and she wouldn't put it past him to make her wait. With a sigh, she opened the gate and slipped through.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Quick hands turned the handle, and the water ceased to pour from the multiple heads above the utterly nude man, and he moved through the sliding door and into the steam of his bathroom. 1900 hours was approaching, quickly, as intended, he had trained with Tsuken for some time: though Rensou worked long hours and stayed out often late into the night, he still made plenty of time for that which was most precious to him: his child. A towel slung over a rack was snatched free, and soon after the onyx shocks were mostly devoid of water. Much quicker than that, the body was wiped free and the towel tossed aside to make room for toothbrush. Physical, violent, emotional, and a barbarian at the very core, it would seem such a man cared little for hygiene, but Rensou Hiruen most certainly did. . .and he was very nearly late for it.

Inform Sessa he was going out~

Tell Tsuken goodnight, I love you~

Fasten a scouter over his eye for emergency contact

And out the door and into the sky.

The apartment complex was painfully close to the favorite haunt, and somewhat familiar with it was the Saiyan as he touched down into the streets of Saru, and rounded the corner at twenty one seconds to the appointed hour and she was already there. Eyes swept over, and Rensou tilted his head to the side in confusion: a very non-Vegetan accent, a staunch disregard for unnecessary violence, and a very different taste in garments. That settled mind, and Rensou Hiruen decided without doubt that this woman was from some other place, and he could almost make out the style. . .certainly he had seen it before, but he could not pinpoint exactly where.

“You look. . .” great, actually, lady-like and proper, “. . .very nice.” A statement made with a smile on the face, despite the side of Rensou Hiruen this woman had seen, he was not a chaotic monster, he was simply a Saiyan, but not one without etiquette and brief moments of genuine kindness. Sure, he would have enjoyed the typical wear of the people, but he was not here to stare at the woman. This was a mission, he had wronged this person and he would set it right as best he could. Plus, the pendant accentuated those strangely gorgeous eyes, another point against the idea she was of this world. Forgiveness and knowledge, and an enjoyable afternoon would be the objective.

Rensou was dressed as he typically was: another of those black bodysuits, covering most of his body. The sleeves ran down to the wrists, and the legs were beneath those dark boots and their white accents. Besides the foot wear and the jumpsuit, a scouter was pinned over his eye, a piece of technology he did not require for battle, but something vital should an emergency call him to action in defense of people and planet.

[riika]

She was impressed. Rensou had arrived only seconds after her, proving his earlier just to be nothing more than that. She stood before him, hands behind her back still. Her tail flickered somewhat nervously under her dress. Noko had to admit, she was surprised at the compliment. Not many Saiyan men, or woman for that matter, had bothered to conceal their disgust at her choice of clothing. Even now, an older woman in her apartment complex walked by with her child, face showing obvious distaste as she pulled her child along. Noko ignored them, sweeping her eyes over Rensou. With a soft sigh, she walked past him.

"You look nice as well..." she said quietly, once her back was to him. Noko had to admit, he cleaned up nicely. And seemed to be quite pleasant when he wasn't drunk. Or branding others right in front of her while daring her to try and stop him. Noko turned her gaze back on the Saiyan man. She had to look up, the man a good bit taller than her. He didn't tower over her like man other Saiyan men here did, but he was still a good amount taller. He hair of course, added at least an extra foot to that height.

"So, where are we going?" she asked, curious. Noko was looking foreword to going out tonight, even if it was with him. She hadn't had a chance to really see Saru city, or go out. It had been the bar, home, and the grocery store for weeks now. And the later had only been when she had an hour or so of rest. Usually when she was completely out of food. So going out to see the city would be nice. She only hoped Rensou continued to display nice tact and didn't take her to eat at the bar. Or any bar. If he did, she believed she'd just storm out of there without a second thought.

Noko turned to him all the way. A stray piece of hair escaped her braid, slipping down in front of her eye. With a frown, she pushed it behind her ear. Before she left, her mother had given her some cream that was supposed to make her hair silky to the touch, and keep it in place perfectly. So far, only one thing had come true. Noko was starting to believe that this was the very reason most woman here kept their hair short, or spent hundreds in salons like Boa.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The toned figure crossed arms over chest and nodded, acknowledging the compliment with another of those well-mannered smiles, though he believed it might be more formality than anything else. Undoubtedly, he believed the woman did find herself a bit more impressed than she could have during the night of his debauchery, what with reddened eyes and blood pouring from his palm and scalp, he must have looked truly horrible when he met her eyes with his own and absolutely challenged her capacity to stop him in the act of singing the flesh of Brandon Potter and taking him into the S.S.E. A deserved reward for allowing the prince into the Taikaishita Nitaiyo, but one that could have been handled with a bit more couth.

“Thanks, and. . .uh,” Truthfully, Rensou had put much thought into where exactly they were going. A restaurant of luxury, perhaps? Nay, this was simply dinner, and such a place never truly drew his interest. Such a place was full of political peoples and other boring things, and food was food, neh? Besides, Rensou had lived on this desolate planet his entire life and had carved out a decent existence despite misfortune which seemed to follow him at every turn. . .he had finally arrived at a decision. A sandwich shoppe, a few blocks from the apartment complex itself. Fried, baked, and grilled meats tossed between slices of delicious breads and flavored with a vast array of different sauces and spices and marinades before them. Vegetables had recently been added to the menu, a thing which was previously unheard of upon Vegetan sands. . .completely thanks to Rensou's subjugation of Niwa.

“Have you been to Kayle's?” he asked in the midst of turning to follow, overtake, and lead if necessary: though he preferred that she knew of the place and the whereabouts of it. If that were the case, they might walk side by side and converse more efficiently. There was still much to learn of this Saiyan whom did not seem Saiyan in the least, and Rensou meant to begin to know her better as soon as possible. He still found himself unable to place the accent rolling off her tongue, was still confused by the clothing she wore.