Snippet #2706753

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"