Dragonball M, Chapter 4: Kidnapping! Invasion! A new Threat Strikes First!

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

What languages does Inanna know again? A fair fee I would imagine, right?

Well, she's 100,000 years old and has both observed from a distance, and spent time with thousands of civilizations; but I've always just run with "whatever you decide"

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Nevin pauses, then turns and looks at her.

“Please, go ahead.”

She bowed respectfully. "Sir Kakarot informed me of his origins. How your people killed him over and over again, and dissected him like an animal and carved runes into every inch of his body so that you could bring him back from over and over again. I would ask why, but frankly, it doesn't matter. He is dead now. I have take the time, with his help, and removed the runes from his person. He is finally resting in peace. I gave my word that he would remain dead and I expect you to see to it that he does.

"Whatever worldly possessions he may have had, like his original pod, will be coming with me back to a Saiyan world so we can give him a proper burial. Your people have defiled him for the last time."

Her features had hardened throughout her words, eyes narrowed as she gazed upon the far taller Queen with disdain. Once she was finished, she softened her face.

"When Kakarot was sent here, we were a far different people. We've shed our tyrannical pursuit conquest. With time, Reshlan can do the same, with the right people in control. For what it's worth, I am sorry, on my people's behalf."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Inanna:

The book is written in over a dozen languages, one even in an odd binary, and consists of about fifteen different sections. However, the sections she can see Parsley could decipher and read are as follows:

Section 3: The Way Between Worlds

Section 4: Locations & Names

Section 6: Universe 18

Section 7: The Apparatus of Auroc (which has mathematical calculations Inanna has no time for. Better served with giving them to Jinzi).

Section 12: The Ulthan

—————

Inanna, on top of what Parsley could read, you can translate the next sections:

Section 1: Purpose and Servitude

Section 2: Gods & Goddesses

Section 5: Angels

Section 8: Visions

Section 9: Artifacts

Section 10: The Palatine

Section 11: Treasures.

Sections 13, 14, and 15 cannot be translated by you.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

She bowed respectfully. "Sir Kakarot informed me of his origins. How your people killed him over and over again, and dissected him like an animal and carved runes into every inch of his body so that you could bring him back from over and over again. I would ask why, but frankly, it doesn't matter. He is dead now. I have take the time, with his help, and removed the runes from his person. He is finally resting in peace. I gave my word that he would remain dead and I expect you to see to it that he does.

"Whatever worldly possessions he may have had, like his original pod, will be coming with me back to a Saiyan world so we can give him a proper burial. Your people have defiled him for the last time."

Her features had hardened throughout her words, eyes narrowed as she gazed upon the far taller Queen with disdain. Once she was finished, she softened her face.

"When Kakarot was sent here, we were a far different people. We've shed our tyrannical pursuit conquest. With time, Reshlan can do the same, with the right people in control. For what it's worth, I am sorry, on my people's behalf."

Nevin nods.

“As you say, Princess Parsley. We will change, you have my word. Any artifact of Sir Kakarot’s will be returned, you have my word.”

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Nevin nods.

“As you say, Princess Parsley. We will change, you have my word. Any artifact of Sir Kakarot’s will be returned, you have my word.”

Parsley nodded as well. "Thank you. I wish you and your people luck in your reformation. If I may have an escort to his quarters. I'll gather his things now before we leave."

[Tami]

Sitting on a large stone that was once part of a building, resting and building up her energy reserves, Dash considered what happened carefully. Occasionally she would look up and around to see if Etrina had returned. Otherwise she spent the time thinking on this, both rationally and with a mix of emotions.

"Yeah, that could have gone a whole lot better, an it coulda gone a whole lot worse." she spoke to herself.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Inanna:

The book is written in over a dozen languages, one even in an odd binary, and consists of about fifteen different sections. However, the sections she can see Parsley could decipher and read are as follows:

Section 3: The Way Between Worlds

Section 4: Locations & Names

Section 6: Universe 18

Section 7: The Apparatus of Auroc (which has mathematical calculations Inanna has no time for. Better served with giving them to Jinzi).

Section 12: The Ulthan

—————

Inanna, on top of what Parsley could read, you can translate the next sections:

Section 1: Purpose and Servitude

Section 2: Gods & Goddesses

Section 5: Angels

Section 8: Visions

Section 9: Artifacts

Section 10: The Palatine

Section 11: Treasures.

Sections 13, 14, and 15 cannot be translated by you.

Setting aside the mathematical calculations and passages she couldn't read for the time being, Inanna focuses on reading through each of the sections in turn, starting from Section 1.

[KingofPie]

Voyavoda had gone from reminiscing to something far more enjoyable--entertaining a (rather sizeable) group of Threshling children with, effectively... fireworks. It was a simple trick... a snap here, a small little burst of fire-infused ki, and some 'oohs', 'ahhs', and laughter would result. Simple, yet so rewarding.

However, his good mood was soured, slightly, by Sasheem's rather harsh words. Though they were true in a very basic sense, it was rather unneeded, was it not? Then again, more clever than the typical example of his kind or not, a Majin was still a Majin. Still...

"And, for my next trick..." he raised his hand and snapped!

...and beneath Sasheem's plate, a pillar a fire erupted, sending it rocketing skyward, with the food flying all over the place. Oddly, however, none hit the ground, as the airborne food simply... appeared on the plates of various threshlings in the area. Courtesy of liberal ma-tobashii abuse, of course.

"Tsk tsk... so sorry, so sorry, it seems my finger slipped. Nobody is hurt, I would assume? Your highness? Young Seri? My big-mouthed friend Sasheem?" he said, wagging his finger, having returned to his original position.


He may have been damn near a century old (and more, counting previous cycles) but he could still be a mischievous bastard, at times.

Sasheem stared aghast at the ceiling.



Even as the food.landed on the plates of the Threshlings he pilfered them from,.still he stared.



And there he stood, immovable for hours on end. It was as if the moment was too much for him to process.

"Sa....Sasheem's food. Y-you...."

[grampagen]

One last capsule snapped open, its containment fog dissipating to reveal another table lined with dishes prepared in advance. It was a broad sampler of tastes, a serving fit for fifty men - or maybe a dozen Saiyans -

Unfortunately, on the occasion of every feast, once the dishes have been emptied and bellies filled, there remains a task yet to do and that's cleanup. And upon discovering the Reshlan kitchens had plumbing that was decidedly not quite on par with their excellent runic ovens, Zaofan sat at the edge of the table, slowly sipping an oolong highball from a tall glass, the last of the plates were filled, calculating the sheer enormity of the task ahead of him.

Praxat puts her phone back in her pocket. ( Hmm, I don't see Dash anywhere,) Praxat thought. With that, Praxat goes off to look for Dash, but not before talking to Zaofan. " Zaofan, I must compliment you on your cooking," Praxat said.

" It's excellent as usual. By the way, I gave the Queen blueprints for a construction/cleaning droid. She was very impressed with my blueprints," Praxat said.

"Why hello, Praxat," Zaofan replied. "Thanks for the complime-"

And just like that, she was off talking about something else.

The chef chuckled to himself, and as he loaned the Toadian a listening ear, he took a long sip of his cocktail.

The whiskey slid smoothly over the palate, and even as the grassy notes from the tea dried his tongue, soon marked on every corner of his mouth was a map of the Earth distilled within this flavour experience. The Blue Planet was so distant to him now, it had been months out here under these strange stars...

From the outside, the brown-amber clear slid over the ice, and you could barely tell he wasn't drinking it neat.

"I'm glad to hear it. After what we did today and what Auroc did for who knows how long, they're going to need help to get back on their feet."

" Also, I was contacted by a strange woman, and I have a hunch who the woman was who contact me. Back on the Lookout. I told Dash I was interested in incorporating ninjustu into my Zawk and Vion Aoem styles," Praxat said.

"I ask Dash where she learned Ninjustu from. She told me she knew one of the best ninjustu masters in the universe. That this master teachings weren't easily obtained," Praxat said.

" Dash asked me why I want to learn Ninjustu. I told her that it could complement my Zawk and Vion Aoem styles. To further develop them," Praxat said.

" I ask her if she could set up a meeting for me to meet this Ninjustu master she spoke of. She told me at first that she could make any promises and that her master was kind of busy. Then after discussing my styles with her. I asked Dash if her Ninjustu master could help me developed an incomplete tech I had been working on," Praxat said.

"Ninjutsu? You don't say," Zaofan said. Standing up straight, he looked back and forth as the crowd's noise thinned with the hush of dwindling numbers, then leaned in.

"You know, I'm something of a ninja myself. But don't tell anybody, ninjas don't do stuff like that," he said with a playful wink.

"I don't know what a Zawk or a Vion are, but from what I can gather, it sounds like the knowledge might be lost, in this case?"

Sadly, losing things to histories of violence was also something that he had knowledge of as well; and this, particularly, was a matter he held close to heart.

"Well, did the...Zawk...or Vion write anything down? How far'd your training go anyways, are we talking fundamentals, or higher leve-"

...and she was off again. Nonstop barrage of things she had to get off her chest.

Another dry, smooth sip went down. Crisp.

" I ask her if she could set up a meeting for me to meet this Ninjustu master she spoke of. She told me at first that she could make any promises and that her master was kind of busy. Then after discussing my styles with her. I asked Dash if her Ninjustu master could help me developed an incomplete tech I had been working on," Praxat said.

" Dash told me more about her teacher, and it's stuff I can't tell you. Anyways getting to the point. I have a hunch that the woman who contacted me was Dash's Ninjustu master," Praxat said.

" I can also figure that Dash's teacher must have contacted my phone by some alternative means that didn't require a signal. Since I'm positive that the person who contacted me was Dash's teacher, I will be contacting her once I'm back on Earth.

At this remark, Zaofan raised an eyebrow. His glass was now half-empty

"You realize we're in a section of the universe hitherto unknown to anybody but the Threshlings, the people who live here, and the Nevadians, who Ochazuke and I had to help navigate to find a route in," he said. "In other words, where we are right now, for all intents and purposes, is uncharted space."

Ordinarily this wouldn't have come up on his radar.

Ninjas!

But if Master Ryuu-Shingen, Master of Assassins and bearer of the Bloody Crimson Cloak, had left anything to Zaofan in their short-lived correspondence - besides his staff - it was a lingering sense of caution.

"Didn't it seem suspicious? You got a call in the middle of nowhere, with no signal, and a perfect stranger promises to give you exactly what you wanted? You've got to be careful, especially with the sorts of things we've been involved with. We're talking universe changing things, Praxat. And we can't vouch for everyone that could be watching..."

Zaofan scratched his temple for a second, then snapped his finger as he came to a realization.

"...do me a favour. Try calling her back," he said. "And let me talk to this woman."

[grampagen]

OOC: Time magic!

IC:

Some time later, after the various business discussions - commodity resource and otherwise - had concluded, and the last of the smorgasbord had been contained for one hell of a wash session - one that would probably take weeks - in neatly rowed capsules, Ochazuke and Zaofan parted from the Threshling court and regrouped near where the Nevadian exploration vessels and the Ships of the First Race had landed. Stretching up with a yawn, the Martial chef spoke first.

"...so what do we do now?"

Ochazuke, thoughtfully chewing a bite of pork bun, simply pinged everybody on the Capsule Communicator band.

"Everybody come in." Even if they did not possess the comms, after a battle of this scale there wouldn't be a gathering of presences of their strength and signature anywhere else, not since Queen Nevin had retired with her assembly; They would trickle in soon enough.

Once they had, Ochazuke began to disclose what had transpired.

"We thought we were alone in tracking down Reshlan, when the truth is we were being watched," he said. "Koorimaru sent one of his drones after us, and he claims that he is attempting to break free from the control of the Remnant."

Folding his arms, he lowered his head. "I don't know what the Remnant is, but as a show of good faith, as he claims, he's released a Guardian with one of his Arcosian Acolytes. I intend to collect her now."

[Sub-Zero MKA]

"Everybody come in." Even if they did not possess the comms, after a battle of this scale there wouldn't be a gathering of presences of their strength and signature anywhere else, not since Queen Nevin had retired with her assembly; They would trickle in soon enough.

Once they had, Ochazuke began to disclose what had transpired.

"We thought we were alone in tracking down Reshlan, when the truth is we were being watched," he said. "Koorimaru sent one of his drones after us, and he claims that he is attempting to break free from the control of the Remnant."

Folding his arms, he lowered his head. "I don't know what the Remnant is, but as a show of good faith, as he claims, he's released a Guardian with one of his Arcosian Acolytes. I intend to collect her now."

Parsley received the hail from Ochazuke moments after she recovered Sir Kakarot's possessions and placed them in a capsule.

This Koorimaru was following us, hm? And he claims he is attempting to break free from Remnant. Hmph. I will believe that crock when I see him groveling on the floor for mercy. Even then, when they appeared to be at the end of their rope with no recourse left but to beg for their lives, Arcosians couldn't be trusted. They were like roaches, best served smashed under a boot heel until they couldn't move anymore, and then hurled into the sun for good measure. A blight on the universe's ass, they did no good for anyone but themselves. Even the lawman, Blizzar, was a self-serving, materialistic conman whose greed knew absolutely no bounds whatsoever.

"Guardian?" That had to have been Maiz. Frost Demons had no good faith. This was a trap, without doubt. On the other hand, though, Maiz was right there for the taking. It wouldn't take much for her to get in, get Maiz, and get out before Koorimaru's lackeys could so much as set down their glass of red wine.

She burst into motion, quickly homing in on power signatures collected together some distance away.

"I'm going, as well," she stated as soon as she landed. "I don't trust Koorimaru's kind as far as I can spit, but I have to get Maiz back before I return to Earth. That will be one less thing on my sister's mind before she leaves." If she hadn't left already. She would have been surprised if she had, considering in how much disarray the planets were in at the moment. "This is almost certainly a trap. What planet did he say she was on?"

[bruceleegreyhulk]

One last capsule snapped open, its containment fog dissipating to reveal another table lined with dishes prepared in advance. It was a broad sampler of tastes, a serving fit for fifty men - or maybe a dozen Saiyans -

Unfortunately, on the occasion of every feast, once the dishes have been emptied and bellies filled, there remains a task yet to do and that's cleanup. And upon discovering the Reshlan kitchens had plumbing that was decidedly not quite on par with their excellent runic ovens, Zaofan sat at the edge of the table, slowly sipping an oolong highball from a tall glass, the last of the plates were filled, calculating the sheer enormity of the task ahead of him.



"Why hello, Praxat," Zaofan replied. "Thanks for the complime-"

And just like that, she was off talking about something else.

The chef chuckled to himself, and as he loaned the Toadian a listening ear, he took a long sip of his cocktail.

The whiskey slid smoothly over the palate, and even as the grassy notes from the tea dried his tongue, soon marked on every corner of his mouth was a map of the Earth distilled within this flavour experience. The Blue Planet was so distant to him now, it had been months out here under these strange stars...

From the outside, the brown-amber clear slid over the ice, and you could barely tell he wasn't drinking it neat.

"I'm glad to hear it. After what we did today and what Auroc did for who knows how long, they're going to need help to get back on their feet."



"Ninjutsu? You don't say," Zaofan said. Standing up straight, he looked back and forth as the crowd's noise thinned with the hush of dwindling numbers, then leaned in.

"You know, I'm something of a ninja myself. But don't tell anybody, ninjas don't do stuff like that," he said with a playful wink.

"I don't know what a Zawk or a Vion are, but from what I can gather, it sounds like the knowledge might be lost, in this case?"

Sadly, losing things to histories of violence was also something that he had knowledge of as well; and this, particularly, was a matter he held close to heart.

"Well, did the...Zawk...or Vion write anything down? How far'd your training go anyways, are we talking fundamentals, or higher leve-"

...and she was off again. Nonstop barrage of things she had to get off her chest.

Another dry, smooth sip went down. Crisp.



At this remark, Zaofan raised an eyebrow. His glass was now half-empty

"You realize we're in a section of the universe hitherto unknown to anybody but the Threshlings, the people who live here, and the Nevadians, who Ochazuke and I had to help navigate to find a route in," he said. "In other words, where we are right now, for all intents and purposes, is uncharted space."

Ordinarily this wouldn't have come up on his radar.

Ninjas!

But if Master Ryuu-Shingen, Master of Assassins and bearer of the Bloody Crimson Cloak, had left anything to Zaofan in their short-lived correspondence - besides his staff - it was a lingering sense of caution.

"Didn't it seem suspicious? You got a call in the middle of nowhere, with no signal, and a perfect stranger promises to give you exactly what you wanted? You've got to be careful, especially with the sorts of things we've been involved with. We're talking universe changing things, Praxat. And we can't vouch for everyone that could be watching..."

Zaofan scratched his temple for a second, then snapped his finger as he came to a realization.

"...do me a favour. Try calling her back," he said. "And let me talk to this woman."

" Yes, I'm aware we are in uncharted space. That's why it should have been impossible for someone to contact me. Yet, someone did," Praxat said.

" If you want to know, Zawk and Vion are two of the four styles of Aoem. The other two being Zhino and Vear. Zawk is very similar to what you know as Muay Thai. Vion is a style that's all about the free of movement," Praxat said.

"It's a style that has no fixed stance. It's about being in constant motion and body motion. Zawk and Vion are very adaptable styles. Due to Aoem's more than 500,000 year history on my homeworld and because of the adaptability of Zawk and Vion," Praxat said.

"There have been so many variations of those two styles. That Zawk and Vion became generic umbrella terms for multiple styles that share basic components. All historical information about Zawk and Vion is written down in the Book of Aoem, which Althena has," Praxat said.

" However, because they have been so many variations of Zawk and Vion. The original two styles could have been lost to history. As for my training, I have been self-training myself in Zawk and Vion for three years now," Praxat said.

Praxat then takes out her phone and attempts to contact the woman who called her. " Okay, Zaofan I'm going to attempt to contact this woman who called me and If the call gets through. I will let you talk to her," Praxat said.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

"We thought we were alone in tracking down Reshlan, when the truth is we were being watched," he said. "Koorimaru sent one of his drones after us, and he claims that he is attempting to break free from the control of the Remnant."

Folding his arms, he lowered his head. "I don't know what the Remnant is, but as a show of good faith, as he claims, he's released a Guardian with one of his Arcosian Acolytes. I intend to collect her now."

"He got what he deserved, as far as I'm concerned." A voice offered, before Inanna appeared in a shimmer, the mention of something relevant to her interests enough to pry her from other affairs. "Toying with things beyond his ken, or means to control... naughty boy, indeed." Though it did little to explain, the woman's jabs so with a sigh she offered enlightenment.

"Remnant is... what a remnant implies: leftovers. As with all things relating to cosmic hierarchy in this Universe, usually are." Inanna smirked.

"Explained simply, the God of Creation's first murder was messy. Asha'rah left behind a fragment of Indar'en's soil... along with the majority of her own. They merged, either through the strength of Indar'en's will or outside influence," not that it mattered, "and it's done nothing but fester in its reliquary since then. Until that fool, Koorimaru, took the reliquary for himself."

Inanna shrugged her shoulders, and offered everyone a grim smile. "There is the silver lining though, Remnant's need for a host. Of course, with sufficient divine energy... that won't remain a silver lining for long."

The grim smile faded, and Inanna set her gaze on Ochazuke.

"Which begs the question of why Koorimaru would offer this. Though... I don't know the man... just the festering soul of a God of Destruction, piloting his body~"

[Tami]

OOC: Time magic!

IC:

Some time later, after the various business discussions - commodity resource and otherwise - had concluded, and the last of the smorgasbord had been contained for one hell of a wash session - one that would probably take weeks - in neatly rowed capsules, Ochazuke and Zaofan parted from the Threshling court and regrouped near where the Nevadian exploration vessels and the Ships of the First Race had landed. Stretching up with a yawn, the Martial chef spoke first.

"...so what do we do now?"

Ochazuke, thoughtfully chewing a bite of pork bun, simply pinged everybody on the Capsule Communicator band.

"Everybody come in." Even if they did not possess the comms, after a battle of this scale there wouldn't be a gathering of presences of their strength and signature anywhere else, not since Queen Nevin had retired with her assembly; They would trickle in soon enough.

Once they had, Ochazuke began to disclose what had transpired.

"We thought we were alone in tracking down Reshlan, when the truth is we were being watched," he said. "Koorimaru sent one of his drones after us, and he claims that he is attempting to break free from the control of the Remnant."

Folding his arms, he lowered his head. "I don't know what the Remnant is, but as a show of good faith, as he claims, he's released a Guardian with one of his Arcosian Acolytes. I intend to collect her now."

Dash joined the group, then listened to what the others had to say. When he mentioned going to collect a Guardian, she already knew what that meant. "You might need more than a few as backup, not knowing what to expect. Ah'll come along as well."

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

OOC: Time magic!

IC:

Some time later, after the various business discussions - commodity resource and otherwise - had concluded, and the last of the smorgasbord had been contained for one hell of a wash session - one that would probably take weeks - in neatly rowed capsules, Ochazuke and Zaofan parted from the Threshling court and regrouped near where the Nevadian exploration vessels and the Ships of the First Race had landed. Stretching up with a yawn, the Martial chef spoke first.

"...so what do we do now?"

Ochazuke, thoughtfully chewing a bite of pork bun, simply pinged everybody on the Capsule Communicator band.

"Everybody come in." Even if they did not possess the comms, after a battle of this scale there wouldn't be a gathering of presences of their strength and signature anywhere else, not since Queen Nevin had retired with her assembly; They would trickle in soon enough.

Once they had, Ochazuke began to disclose what had transpired.

"We thought we were alone in tracking down Reshlan, when the truth is we were being watched," he said. "Koorimaru sent one of his drones after us, and he claims that he is attempting to break free from the control of the Remnant."

Folding his arms, he lowered his head. "I don't know what the Remnant is, but as a show of good faith, as he claims, he's released a Guardian with one of his Arcosian Acolytes. I intend to collect her now."

Parsley received the hail from Ochazuke moments after she recovered Sir Kakarot's possessions and placed them in a capsule.

This Koorimaru was following us, hm? And he claims he is attempting to break free from Remnant. Hmph. I will believe that crock when I see him groveling on the floor for mercy. Even then, when they appeared to be at the end of their rope with no recourse left but to beg for their lives, Arcosians couldn't be trusted. They were like roaches, best served smashed under a boot heel until they couldn't move anymore, and then hurled into the sun for good measure. A blight on the universe's ass, they did no good for anyone but themselves. Even the lawman, Blizzar, was a self-serving, materialistic conman whose greed knew absolutely no bounds whatsoever.

"Guardian?" That had to have been Maiz. Frost Demons had no good faith. This was a trap, without doubt. On the other hand, though, Maiz was right there for the taking. It wouldn't take much for her to get in, get Maiz, and get out before Koorimaru's lackeys could so much as set down their glass of red wine.

She burst into motion, quickly homing in on power signatures collected together some distance away.

"I'm going, as well," she stated as soon as she landed. "I don't trust Koorimaru's kind as far as I can spit, but I have to get Maiz back before I return to Earth. That will be one less thing on my sister's mind before she leaves." If she hadn't left already. She would have been surprised if she had, considering in how much disarray the planets were in at the moment. "This is almost certainly a trap. What planet did he say she was on?"

"He got what he deserved, as far as I'm concerned." A voice offered, before Inanna appeared in a shimmer, the mention of something relevant to her interests enough to pry her from other affairs. "Toying with things beyond his ken, or means to control... naughty boy, indeed." Though it did little to explain, the woman's jabs so with a sigh she offered enlightenment.

"Remnant is... what a remnant implies: leftovers. As with all things relating to cosmic hierarchy in this Universe, usually are." Inanna smirked.

"Explained simply, the God of Creation's first murder was messy. Asha'rah left behind a fragment of Indar'en's soil... along with the majority of her own. They merged, either through the strength of Indar'en's will or outside influence," not that it mattered, "and it's done nothing but fester in its reliquary since then. Until that fool, Koorimaru, took the reliquary for himself."

Inanna shrugged her shoulders, and offered everyone a grim smile. "There is the silver lining though, Remnant's need for a host. Of course, with sufficient divine energy... that won't remain a silver lining for long."

The grim smile faded, and Inanna set her gaze on Ochazuke.

"Which begs the question of why Koorimaru would offer this. Though... I don't know the man... just the festering soul of a God of Destruction, piloting his body~"

Voyavoda had arrived quite quickly--ma-tobashii ensured that, of course--and listened closely to Ochazuke's words. He drew in breath to ask just who this guardian was, but the Saiyan princess, Parsley, answered for him.

Maiz. A name he had heard before a number of times. She was a saiyan of some fame--a fierce warrior in her youth, she later become one of the drivers behind the cultural change the saiyans had undergone the past few decades. More personally, Tasure had mentioned her numerous times, always--he stressed, always--in glowing terms. And anyone that knew Tasure on more than just a passing basis knew that she rarely offered up praise, let alone glowing praise. And as such...

"Please, count me in. Tasure has always spoken fondly of this Maiz--a rarity for her, as I'm sure some of you are well aware--and it would be a travesty to leave her in the hands of an enemy." He had met one or two relatively... not detestable frost demons in his time, but whether by nature or nurture, the majority were, quite frankly, not to be trusted.

...and this one seemed to be under the sway of something called 'remnant', the pathetic remains of a... god of destruction and god of creation? False gods like auroc were one thing, but now actual gods? Well well, this was interesting... and completely beyond his ken. Not that such a thing had ever stopped him from getting involved in a matter before.

It was interesting and novel, and therefore worth involving himself in.