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Because I don't feel like finishing tonight, but I hate holding onto omakes that are finished enough to be thrown out for feed back, enjoy the first part of chapter two of Jaffur quest. (Yes, I know I still need to do reactions for the first chapter - I'll do those later)
There, she must have noticed that! Now you just need to think of how to ask her to best ask her to spar with you. Easy enough.
"Nice to meet you too, jerk," The other Scion's calls out to you, her arms folded and her face filled with blatant displeasure.
Crapbaskets! This is not going according to plan! Keep cool Jaffur, keep cool.
"That's it?" Good, that's good – face blank eyebrows raised. She definitely will react to that.
"Hey, waist your energy for all I care; I'll save mine for later," she swiftly replies.
Ah, the age-old tradition of pre-fight banter! Alright, you can do that.
"Like flying off into the sunset?" You reply, adding a slight smirk to your statement. "Literally, it's sunset. Where are you even going?" You finish with a chuckle. There! Take that!
"I'm just flying! Don't you ever?" The other Scion flushes a little as she replies. Absent mindedly, some part of you notes that she is kinda pretty.
Hah! An opening.
You snort. "No, I do important things." You decide that it is time to finish with this, shifting to a more stable (and comfortable) stance. "Care for a spar, Scion? We're going to be rulers someday, might as well see what we've got."
"No."
What? Why? The banter was going so well! Maybe you just need to push harder!
"What's the matter?" you ask. "You're not scared of me, are you?" You power up at this to accentuate the taunt.
There. She has to react to that. You know she is strong – she has to be as the Gokun Scion. She's the only person who should be able to give you a proper challenge now that you have reached the limit of 15 million. You can tell she knows a fair amount about fighting – not as much as you, but to be fair, few do. That's not arrogance even, you are an acknowledged martial prodigy among your warrior people.
She does not reply. She refuses to even acknowledge that you have spoken. She's ignoring you. You hate being ignored. You are Jaffur Vegeta, Scion of Clan Vegeta and she will answer you!
"Come on, fight me Scion," you growl out, your smirk giving way to a scowl. "Fight me." Why won't she fight me?
"BOY!"
Icy fingers of dread stab through your body as you involuntarily flinch from your father's shout. He's angry. Even without turning your head you can picture his scowling face; the one that haunts your every nightmare.
You sigh, muttering your discontent under your breath.
"What was that?" Your father calls, displeasure clear in his voice. You forget sometimes that you inherited your acute hearing from him.
"Yes Father!" Your response is nearly instinctive, a primal part of you recognizing that it disobedience only brought pain.
"Better!"
You turn to the other Scion, a bitter smile upon your face. "Next time, Scion. Good luck." You power up to your maximum, and as you are turning to leave you offer one final parting shot to her, "You'll need it."
Distantly, you wonder how your father will punish you for your misbehavior. Numbly you accept that whatever it is – it will hurt. Like always.
[x] get her attention
Well, You're a Jerk
The decision is easy – of course you want her attention. Now how best to get it? You don't want to do anything that might hurt her, but you don't want her to be able to ignore you. Would she even hear you if you called out to her? Your hesitation almost costs you your chance. Rushing to stop her from getting away, you fire a ki blast to cut her path off. Your aim is true and the blast strikes just ahead of her along her intended flight path.
There, she must have noticed that! Now you just need to think of how to ask her to best ask her to spar with you. Easy enough.
"Nice to meet you too, jerk," The other Scion's calls out to you, her arms folded and her face filled with blatant displeasure.
Crapbaskets! This is not going according to plan! Keep cool Jaffur, keep cool.
"That's it?" Good, that's good – face blank eyebrows raised. She definitely will react to that.
"Hey, waist your energy for all I care; I'll save mine for later," she swiftly replies.
Ah, the age-old tradition of pre-fight banter! Alright, you can do that.
"Like flying off into the sunset?" You reply, adding a slight smirk to your statement. "Literally, it's sunset. Where are you even going?" You finish with a chuckle. There! Take that!
"I'm just flying! Don't you ever?" The other Scion flushes a little as she replies. Absent mindedly, some part of you notes that she is kinda pretty.
Hah! An opening.
You snort. "No, I do important things." You decide that it is time to finish with this, shifting to a more stable (and comfortable) stance. "Care for a spar, Scion? We're going to be rulers someday, might as well see what we've got."
"No."
What? Why? The banter was going so well! Maybe you just need to push harder!
"What's the matter?" you ask. "You're not scared of me, are you?" You power up at this to accentuate the taunt.
There. She has to react to that. You know she is strong – she has to be as the Gokun Scion. She's the only person who should be able to give you a proper challenge now that you have reached the limit of 15 million. You can tell she knows a fair amount about fighting – not as much as you, but to be fair, few do. That's not arrogance even, you are an acknowledged martial prodigy among your warrior people.
She does not reply. She refuses to even acknowledge that you have spoken. She's ignoring you. You hate being ignored. You are Jaffur Vegeta, Scion of Clan Vegeta and she will answer you!
"Come on, fight me Scion," you growl out, your smirk giving way to a scowl. "Fight me." Why won't she fight me?
"BOY!"
Icy fingers of dread stab through your body as you involuntarily flinch from your father's shout. He's angry. Even without turning your head you can picture his scowling face; the one that haunts your every nightmare.
You sigh, muttering your discontent under your breath.
"What was that?" Your father calls, displeasure clear in his voice. You forget sometimes that you inherited your acute hearing from him.
"Yes Father!" Your response is nearly instinctive, a primal part of you recognizing that it disobedience only brought pain.
"Better!"
You turn to the other Scion, a bitter smile upon your face. "Next time, Scion. Good luck." You power up to your maximum, and as you are turning to leave you offer one final parting shot to her, "You'll need it."
Distantly, you wonder how your father will punish you for your misbehavior. Numbly you accept that whatever it is – it will hurt. Like always.
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