Lettiz's Story

"Thank you... In hind sight, it was rather foolish to have the blind lead the clueless."

Dashade nodded his head in gratitude, reserving his thoughts to the instant reaction Pikruel's 'threat' received. "Though with how many times she's hit her head today, I doubt she's in the right state of mind to be fiddling with that blind fold."

The Saiyan silently led the two for a few blocks, then turned around and pointed at a house. "There's the place. Wuh... WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

She saw Pikruel messing around with her blind fold with both hands and feared the worst.

"Relax... It was coming loose, so I'm tightening it. Sheesh."

"Well, now that you're here, I'll take my leave and go somewhere... Safer."

Pikruel, now feeling that she had her bearings, turned to the general direction of the house and limped over. Dashade went ahead, his tail stretching to lead Pikruel forward, and opened the door for the blind Saiyan. "You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?"

Looking back he noticed her limp. "You sure you don't need any help with walking too?"

"I'm fine," Pikruel replied. "I know my home like the back of my--"

Pikruel walked into the house and tripped over a vase, falling on her face and breaking the vase.

"Helloooooo?" a feminine voice called out from another room in the house. "Who's there? Has someone come to rob me? I warn you, I don't have anything valuable. Except for the vase in the hallway. That was a priceless gift from the king of Hectacarne. Oops! I probably shouldn't have told you that. Don't take my vase, please."

Dashade had to resist face palming at Pikruel's fall, immediately on alert when the voice called.

"Uh, Pikruel? Who's that?" Dashade whispered as he reached down to pull Pikruel back up. "Don't tell me we went to the wrong house... I knew that Saiyan looked suspicious."

Pikruel pulled away at Dashade's grasp, ripped the leaf off of her face, and cursed under her breath. She frantically grabbed pieces of the vase and tossed them out the door in a fluid motion. Soon, a Saiyan woman with medium long hair and pink eyes appeared in the hallway. Pikruel slowly pulled herself to her feet, only to be lifted off her feet when the woman lifted her off the ground in a tight hug.

"Ugh! Mom! That hurts!"

"Oh, my baby girl is back from the battlefield safe and sound! So good to have you back!"

Suddenly, the woman's expression flipped like a switch to one of fury as she set Pikruel down and grabbed her by the ear.

"What are you doing out this late at night!? How many times have I told you to be home before sundown!?"

"I'm sorry! I lost track of time!"

Pikruel's mother slapped Pikruel's behind, causing her to yelp. "That's no excuse! You either stay in your ship until morning or come home before dark! Understood!?"

"Yes, Mom! I'm sorry!"

"Good..."

And with that, the mother's expression changed again to its pleasant smile as she looked at Dashade. "I see you brought a friend with you. Maybe a...boyfriend? Honestly, nineteen years old and no boyfriends? I'm starting to wonder if she prefers peaches over cherries."

''M-mom!?" Dashade gasped at the mention, already taking after steps back when the woman began 'assaulting' Pikruel. "But she looks even younger than you!"

In all regards, you'd never suspect the two were mother and daughter by appearance. Was this a Saiyan trait?

"I see you brought a friend with you. Maybe a...boyfriend?"

And in an instant crimson stained Dashade's face, standing out well against his dark skin tone, his mouth slightly agape at the suggestion. Why do people keep assuming that!?

"No, no, no. Never. No. I would not lower myself t- We've only known each other for a week! I would not grow affection in such a short time frame, especially not for a lowly, dirty, filthy, dumb, monkey! No matter her looks."

Dashade looked towards the door, wondering how easy it would be to step out. "Tell her, Pikruel."

Pikruel was very confused, being both insulted and given an implied compliment back to back. She reached back with her tail to close the front door, hiding the shards of the vase and unintentionally blocking Dashade's means of escape.

"He's a friend I met on Melt. Come on, mom. I'll get a boyfriend when I'm ready. I'm just too busy right now."

"Too busy? You've got to have some fun once and a while. Do you want to die a virgin? I want some grandkids."

"I'm too tired for this... I need to lay down."

Lettiz grabbed Dashade's shoulder. "You hungry? I wasn't expecting company, but I'm sure I can whip something up for you."

"It's kind of you to offer, but...'' Dashade quickly wanted to stear the conversation away from Pikruel's virginity to save them both some embarrassment, he had little hope with how unpredictable this woman proved to be, but he could try. "On second thought, I am a bit peckish after sparring with Pikruel. Would you need any help? I know how to cook."

"Don't be silly. You're a guest in this house. You just sit back and relax, and I'll go fix something for you."

Pikruel walked to another room to nap and fell face-first into the couch. Before heading into the kitchen, Lettiz walked all around the house to make sure all of her windows were covered.

Dashade simply shrugged at Pikruel's rush for rest and followed Lettiz, he'd feel useless just sitting around doing nothing, he could at least try and learn more from the woman. "Uh... Nice house you have. Or is this Pikruel's house? What are you doing with the windows?"

"Oh, I'm just making sure we don't get any moonlight in here. I usually keep them closed, but when she's gone away on a mission, I'll sometimes open them. Makes it feel happier when the light can get in. So... How did you and my baby meet?"

"We were on opposing sides of an invasion on Melt..." He hesitated for a moment, telling her that he had started off attempting to kill her daughter. But still pressed on. "She, another Saiyan and a Namekian were doing a good job of repelling our ground troops. I stepped in to defend my men" Dashade's hand went to his numb shoulder, adjusting it as the feeling was starting to return in short doses. "Though, as you can see... Circumstances changed."

"That's nice, Dear," Lettiz replied. "I think I'll boil some eggs. Found a beast nest full of them this morning. If we're lucky, maybe they'll have some meat in them."

"I was expecting much more aggression from telling you that I tried to kill your daughter on-" He stopped himself, probably not wise to encourage her to get angry.

"Don't worry, dear," said Lettiz. "If Pikruel let you in to our home, you must be a good person."

"I don't think I'd trust her to be a good judge of character. Are you sure I can't help in any way? Sitting still and relaxing isn't exactly something I'm used to."

"If you wanna help, how about giving me a back rub?" Pikruel suggested. "I'm sooooore."

Dashade froze a bit at Pikruel's suggestion, turning to her with a tilted head. Back rub? He'd never done that before... "...Uh?" He glanced at Lettiz as if silently asking if she knew if Pikruel was serious or not. "I guess..."

Lettiz stepped outside for a moment, returning shortly with a giant egg, almost as big as her, in her arms. She carried it to the kitchen, where she set it down gently.

"Was that a serious request?" Dashade asked Pikruel directly, glancing at the giant egg brought in. Saiyans and their appetite.

"Yes, I'm serious. Why?" Suddenly, memories of Dashade grabbing her naked body came rushing back to her. "On second thought... I'm fine. I heard that Saiyans grow stronger when their sore muscles are not massaged."

She was lying, but she figured it was a better sounding excuse than, "A massage from you will make me feel like I'm being molested."

Lettiz made another trip out and back into the house, carrying another giant egg. "Pikruel, have you seen my vase? And what are those ceramic pieces outside the door?"

Pikruel's heart began to race. She couldn't think of a convincing story, so she pretended to be asleep.

"You're a terrible liar. Did I offend you?" Dashade felt like he was missing something obvious as Lettiz made a reappearance. "Wasn't that the vase you..."

Pikruel punched Dashade's shin to shut him up. "Hmm? Oh, sorry. I'm a sleep puncher."

"Sleep? You weren't asleep, you were asking for a back rub!" Dashade was beginning to catch on that Pikruel didn't want her 'crime' to be revealed... But he was starting to get into the mood of screwing with her.

"You're acting strange tonight..." Lettiz remarked before making her stop in the kitchen.

Pikruel lifted herself into a sitting position, glancing over to the kitchen before turning back to Dashade. "Listen. You have to tell her you broke it. If she hears that it was you, she'll forgive you, but if it was me then..."

When Lettiz walked by again towards the door, Pikruel stopped talking and tried to act casual.

"Uh, I swear I hear something coming from the kitchen. Is something broken?" Dashade told Lettiz, hoping to have the woman go back into the kitchen. After Lettiz made a 180 and rushed back to the kitchen, Dashade leaned towards Pikruel to mutter "You want me to lie you your kind mother? Why, that wold compromise my moral principles... Why would I ever do such a thing?" He spoke with a smirk.

Pikruel was on the verge of tears. "Please. You saw how she was when she realized I was out after dark. If she finds out I broke the vase, she'll kill me."

Dashade shrugged. "She'll kill family, but not a random stranger? I fail to see why I NEED to lie to the woman who's been nothing but kind. Who knows, this could be a good lesson for you."

Lettiz returned from the kitchen. "I didn't see anything," she said, walking out the door again.

"Fine then. Tell her the truth. I just hope you can live with yourself after she's done with me."

Dashade put his hand on Pikruel's shoulder as he noticed her expression, this leading to Lettiz walking in on what looked like a much more romantic looking situation instead of a 'dramatic tense episode.' "I was only kidding, Pikruel."

Pikruel sighed in relief. "Thank you. I'm sure she'll understand if you say you broke it by accident."

Dashade rolled his eyes at her.

"With this thing, you'll find it's quite a common occurrence." He indicated to his tail. "Most Arcosians prefer to keep valuables nailed down when they enter a room."

Soon, Lettiz returned with the third giant egg and carried it past the two towards the kitchen. Dashade's gaze turned to watch Lettiz move back and forth between them, mouth slightly agape. "Where is she getting all of these eggs?"

"From behind the house, of course," Pikruel answered. "Hey, because of your help, you can have my bed tonight. I'll just sleep here."

"You don't need to give up your bed to me, I'm perfectly fine hovering" He hadn't used the bed back on the ship, and it was probably safer for the house that he don't let his tail run wild on the floor. "Unless you want a tail shaped hole in the side of your bed."

Pikruel didn't understand why a hole in the bed would be needed for a tail, and found the idea kinda funny. She responded with a shrug. "Suit yourself."

"Dinner will be ready soon," said Lettiz. "Just gotta let these things boil."

Dashade let out a sigh "Why do I get the feeling you misunderstood what I was saying?" He looked to his hand and awkwardly asked "Uh, do I take my hand away now? I've never really comforted someone before" And briefly wondered if that was a stupid thing to ask and that the answer was obvious. "I mean, you're not tearing up anymore. That's a good thing, right?"

Having lost her scouter in the battle at planet Melt, Pikruel was unaware of Nion's attempts to contact her, although her ears were starting to burn. She looked to the Arcosian's hand on her shoulder, apparently having forgotten it was there.

"You probably should take your hand off. It might give my mother the wrong ideas... And I wasn't tearing up. I was just...holding back a yawn. You know what that's like. I assume. Anyway, take a seat already. Aren't you the least bit tired after our battle? I hope I at least gave you a little bit of a work out."

After a few minutes, Lettiz would call out to the two from the kitchen. "Eggs are ready! Come get it!"

"I'm assuming she's already got the wrong idea'' Dashade shrugged simply, he could feel a slight sneeze coming on fro out of nowhere. ''You were on the verge of tears, I do have eyes you know'' His index finger rose to point at her eyes. ''Funny, it would of been cute if it wasn't so sad''

"Eggs are ready! Come get it!" The call from the kitchen prompted Dashade to go back into his usual cross armed stance.

''Well... Lead the way, then''

Early the next morning, just as the star was rising over the horizon, Pikruel jumped out of bed. Memories of planet Melt's destruction filled her head. She changed into her Saiyan armor, dropped to the floor, and started doing push-ups.

"One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight..."

That monster is coming this way in a few days. I can't just wait around and do nothing.

"Nine...ten...eleven...twelve...thirteen..."

I won't let him do the same to my home. I won't let him do the same to anyone's home.

Pikruel felt a sharp pain in her back and fell flat on the floor. "D-damn it..."

I'm so pitiful. I bet Nion has been training hard this whole time and I've fallen behind. I've got to stop slacking off.

There was a knock at the door. Pikruel scrambled to her feet. Was it Nion? Did she find her somehow? When she opened the door, she was greeted by a Saiyan male she didn't recognize.

"Are you Pikruel?"

"Yes. What is it?"

"I was sent to inform you that your ship has been repaired. You can find it at the ship repair shop near the king's palace."

Lettiz walked up behind Pikruel and eyed the Saiyan at the door. "Who's this cutey?"

The night had faded away quickly, Kazaam and Nion had eaten their meals and gone their seperate ways, promising to look for Pikruel and Dashade the next day. As soon as the sun rose again, Nion was up and moving, pushing herself outside her house to continue training, though it felt a bit lacking without a sparring partner. Punching and kicking the air could only do so much for the Saiyan.

As she kicked at the air and broke the nearest tree (Garnering a few complaints from her neighbours) she held a large chicken drumstick, tighly held between her teeth, giving her her morning sustinance. Unknowingly, she lived close to Pikruel, hell, she would of seen Pikruel's front door open if she was perceptive enough to notice.

Dashade calmly made his way through the neighbourhood with his eyes firmly shut, ignoring the multitude of stares he was was receiving from the Saiyans around him. It was rather foolish of him to go out at sun rise without Pikruel or Nion around to make sure he didn't look suspicious, but he did feel that he was required to repay Pikruel's mother for her hospitality, if she wouldn't allow him to cook he could at least try and buy her groceries for her. This involved stealing her groceries list (And since she was a Saiyan, that list was rather long) and hit the town, soon finding his arm back in working order to help him carry the load. "Do Saiyans always eat this much?"

He reached Pikruel's house to find her and her mother in a conversation with what seemed to be a messenger of sort, a royal one. The Arcosian set the load down beside the door and stood to the side of the man. "What's happen-... Did Kazaam and Nion do somthing? We should of never left them alone" He shook his head, partially wondering where in the hell those two were, did they ever make a plan to how to meet back up?

Sighing, Dashade went back to testing out his healed arm. "At least I've got this moving again"

Kazaam grumbled to herself as she fiddled with the strange piece f machinery Nion had given her, a small blue scouter that was supposed to enable Nion to contact her, but for the life of her Kazaam could not figure how the thing worked. For hours she had been fiddling with it, poking the screen, twisting the side thingy-ma-bobbies, cracking the screen, only breaking from the tiring work of fiddling to eat.

Now that she thought of it, where had she wondered off too? And where did she get all this food... Best not to think about the possible crimes she might of committed.

Pikruel rolled her eyes at her mother, unsurprised by her one-track mindedness. Then she addressed Dashade's question.

"No. Nion and Kazaam didn't do anything. At least not that I know of. He says Taao's ship is fixed. Maybe we can find them at the...what are you carrying? Is that Brontocerasaurus meat? I love Brontocerasaurus meat!"

"Did you do my shopping for me, dear?" Lettiz asked, pushing her way out the door. "How sweet. I'd prefer a strong Saiyan man, but you'd make an excellent husband to my daughter, if you're not taken. I mean...you are a man, right? You don't appear to be wearing any clothes, but I don't see the sticks and berries."

"MOM!!!"

The Saiyan messenger backed away from the crazy woman and said, "I'll be on my way now."

Nion was halfway through another kick to the air when an inviting odour struck her nostriles, like any good saiyan, she could detect food from miles away. I can smell... MEAT! Her gaze shifted downwards where she spotted a large stache of food being placed down by a fammiliar lizard man, he might of had a name or somthing, but she really couldn't be bothered to think about that right now.

In only a second she had leaped from her wrecked backyard and landed in front of the box with a hungry expression. Yes, she had her own meat at home, but stoln meat tasted so much better. But, in the midst of her very unsubtle attempt to stel food, it struck her that she did know the people in question. "Oh, hey... Pickle?" Her brain wasn't a morning person.

"How sweet. I'd prefer a strong Saiyan man, but you'd make an excellent husband to my daughter, if you're not taken. I mean...you are a man, right? You don't appear to be wearing any clothes, but I don't see the sticks and berries."

At this Nion let out a laugh. "Whoa, what have you two weirdos been up too? I thought you were just training. Or does that mean something else for the lizard over there?" She gestured to Dashade, at the 'sticks and berries' comment she directly told Lettiz "Meh, I always assumed that he used his tail"

Dashade partially jumped at Nions sudden appearance, pushing the groceries away when it became apparent that she was being guided by her hung. Do Saiyans think about anything else!? Though his attention turned to Pikruel's mother at her rater interesting statement, to which he swore his face could ever grow redder, which must of looked very strange in contrast to his dark skin. "I'm confident that your daughter can most certainly whoo a far better man than I. One that fits your... Uh... Criteria" He akwards pushed out, trying his best to resist adding any insults to make this even more embarrassing. On one hand he wanted to keep the mother's expectations at bay, on another hand he knew how volatile Pikruel could be when implied poorly, even in a situation when she's embarrassed as well.

And of course the subject of his genitals had to appear. "It's not my tail, you imbecile! I don't know what you know about Arcosian biology, but I am equiped... Wait, why am I telling you this? WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW!?"

Still a bit weary from her morning snooze Kazaam found her self tiredly dragging herself through the town, letting out yawns that made her skin rumble like a balloon. The people around her backed away slightly in a mixture of caution and confusion, the sight of a bright green bubble-gum monster letting out strange roars ever few seconds (While taking ever opportunity to steal food from passers by) was a strange sight indeed.

By now, the girl had managed to poke a hole in her scouter, giving her a bit of an electric shock.

"Oh, sorry, Dear," Lettiz said to Dashade. "I didn't mean to be rude. Come on in, and let's put this food up."

After the initial shock of her mother's behavior, Pikruel noticed Nion. She seemed to behaving fun fueling Lettiz' burning questions about Arcosian biology. She decided to attempt to defuse the situation by changing the topic.

"Hey, Nion. Where'd you come from? I was wondering where you went off to."

"Me and the brat went off to get something to eat, the little bubblegum girl had a bit of a tantrum, tore up some of the streets. THen of course when we finally got to have something to eat, we got into a fight with the owners. It was their fault though, I'M NOT PAYING FIVE EXTRA FOR A SIDE ORDER. That's just a rip off!" Nion crossed her arm, her gaze returning to the stranger of the three, leaning forward she looked over Lettiz, bluntly asking. "Who's the girl? Younger sister?" She noticed that the girl bore resemblence to Pikruel.

"Oh, sorry, Dear," Lettiz said to Dashade. "I didn't mean to be rude. Come on in, and let's put this food up."

Dashade was currently using the large box to try and hide his blushing face, looking to Nion and letting out a fake chuckle. "Oh it's no problem, Miss! Uh, LOOK, seems Nion has taken an interest in you. Why don't you go ask about her sexual organs..." Before looking to Pikruel and mouthing out 'DIVERT, DIVERT!' "This is Pikruel's mother, Lettiz"

"Mother!?" Nion exclaimed, her arms falling down and her eyes widddening at Lettiz, looking between her and Pikruel in shock. This personw as supposed to be older than Pikruel? It prompted another lok over the woman. "Damn... You're looking cute for somone who's supposed to be pushing, what? Forty?" She leaned closer to poke at the mother, as if expecting the flesh to melt awya and reveal it was an illusion. "You've got to be pulling my leg..."