Parsley silently considered Isthar's questioning of her reasons for hating half-breeds and mixed relationships so absolutely. The answer was simple -- they were inferior. Saiyan genes produced some of the greatest warriors the universe had ever seen. She herself was living proof, as was Sarada. Even warriors of the past, such as Vocado, offered evidence of the need to preserve the Saiyan gene pool and its purity.
When that pool was sullied, and alternate genetics were introduced, it lessened the results. Yes, half-breeds were scientifically proven to be stronger than purebreds, but those creatures were no warriors. More often than not -- depending wholly on the other species -- they cared for combat and training with vastly less fervor than a purebred. If it was allowed to continue, eventually the purebreds would die out, leaving the remainder of the Saiyan race to be comprised of nothing but lazy half-breeds who cared less about combat and training than they did whatever inane stupidity they involved themselves in. They would be ripe for either extermination or enslavement.
It was why Parsley saw the need to nip this epidemic in the bud early before it took root and festered. That so many Saiyans either failed to or refused to see reason and logic both disturbed and irritated her.
Fools, all of them.
She turned to answer when she saw Ishtar kissing Sarada tenderly on the lips. Her sister.... was kissing her back, and actually leaning into her body to deepen it. It was the first time she had seen such a display so up-close and personal. She reacted accordingly.
"Disgusting," she spat. "Confine that foolishness to behind closed doors."
Sarada turned and gave her what could never be mistaken as anything other than an intentionally mischievous grin. It was then that Parsley regretted saying something. Before she coudl stop her, her sister grabbed Ishtar by her face and pulled her down into an even deeper kiss than before. If she wasn't mistaken, she even jammed her tongue in her mouth.
Parsley's stomach did literal cartwheels and the struggle to keep the torrent of bile from spewing all over the pristine white tiles of the Lookout plaza was an intense battle of wills. She sucked in air through her nose to keep it down. "You... disgust... me... you...ugh."
She was certain to have nightmares that night about the horrors her so-called blood relative knowingly subjected her to. She should have had her arrested by the Galaxy Patrol and charged with heinous torture and vile acts of misconduct. Parsley's eyes would never be the same; the image of these two animals swapping spit not once, but twice directly in front of her in full view of the gods and the entire world was forever tattooed on her brain.
"Is there any bleach around here?" she asked Kai. "If so, just pour it directly into my eyes. Thanks."