カリフラ

    “No, it’s not that… I’m just worried about everything that’s going on, and everything that will go on. We don’t know what’s going to happen at this tournament, Caulifla. I don’t even know if any of us are going to be strong enough, no offense. With how Vados seemed as she was telling us of it… I’m having some serious doubts.” Snaps out of that, and then glares at her in a fit of flustered annoyance from hearing her comments. “No way! I wouldn’t cry!? We’re just trying to find Hit. That’s no excuse to shed tears over!” Okay, a bit defensive. I shouldn’t have even said anything, or reacted, and yet she just brings this out of me!     ”Don’t be ridiculous!” | @cauliflowcr​ |

Of course he had doubts, Cabba always had doubts. He was so painfully careful about everything, as he had been back in the day they had both trained with her brother. It didn’t particularly surprise her, but it continued to irritate her nonetheless. When would he drop that caution, learn to face things head on without a care? Despite all of it, his sudden denial put a grin on her lips.

“Oh, ridiculous? I remember plenty of times things would go wrong, and pooor little Cabba would be left sobbing with worry.” Now her expression turned sly as she leaned closer, “I wonder what this Vegeta fella would think about that. Remember the time on our third mission that you---”

   “……..You’re hungry?? We just ate an hour ago, Caulifla??… Fine.” He wasn’t about to start again, seeing as how this was a great distraction from all the nerve-racking stress of earlier. Cabba would at least oblige her incredible ability to eat more than he’s ever had the stomach for, if it would get her to stop thinking about fighting their wanted ally. Goes to the nearby stand, among the hundreds of food stands and whatever goods that this planet had to offer. Looks over the different ways they served their chicken, and goes for the biggest one for her. Digs out his own credits, and hands them off to the one behind the stand. Hands her the large tray of food, and mutters as he walks past. “Happy?? Come on.” The rain was drizzling on, and the cold air didn’t help with his current mood. He felt annoyed and miserable, but of course it was their duty to get more people in order to save their universe. | @cauliflowcr​ |

     “This looks better than the last meal!”

She exclaimed, paying no mind to the obvious resignation in Cabba’s tone. Once food was in the picture, everything else was put on hold. Of course, this portion was like a snack to her and it was vanished (practically inhaled) in mere moments. Still basking in the deliciousness, she walked alongside him as the rain began to drizzle down.

She had to admit, the sight was different, almost pretty. The streets were slick and they reflected the neon of signs and the glow of traffic lights in a dazzling display. Stubborn as she was, Kaulifla was starting to admit to herself that this might not be so bad. Super Saiyan...what else was waiting for her out here?

Of course, distracted as she was, one glance over at Cabba was enough to read his thoughts. They were still in the thick of the city, by the time she took notice.

“Hey, what’s with that face? If you’re hungry too, you shoulda got something back there.” She folded her arms, studying him with furrowed brows. “What’s got you making that face, like when things used to go south on missions. Don’t tell me you’re gonna cry!”

   “Caulifla, just for once… Can you please consider how dangerous it might be to be the sort in trying to fight everything that breathes? I am sure that someone as strong as Hit, and with as much respect for the both of yours and his skills, would be quite uninterested in wanting a simple sparring session. He’s… someone way above our league, after all. You saw how he was with Goku, right???” As he was already trying to keep himself a little calm about their endeavor here. With only so short of notice, and wildly unprepared for this travel and the thought of a life-and-death sort of tournament in the future… Cabba was starting to feel the pressure of more than just what his rank was in the military. This was universe-binding sorts of stress on his shoulders, and her comments did not ease any doubts in his mind. | @cauliflowcr​ |

And there it was, that tone. The ‘why do I have to be in the same space as you’ tone. Well, she hadn’t asked for this, so where the hell did he get off acting like her guardian?! Against the odds, however, she kept such thoughts to herself, only casting him a sour look as they walked among the crowd.

“I dunno about you, but I wouldn’t say he was way above my league. Even if he was, I’d figure out something. Tch, you have no confidence in yourself! What’re you gonna do in the tournament, say everyone’s out of your league?”

It was useless to say anything to him, he was probably just going to yell again, but her restraint was already at its limit. The next best thing, of course, was distraction. That came to her in a smell.

     “Is that...chicken? Cabba, I’m hungry!”

     “Hey, Goku, I got a question for ya.”

They had been training for he last few hours, and both of them were ever eager for more, but they also shared a common need for a particular sort of break. The sort where you ate. They had devoured tables full of rice and meat together, but as the pace slowed she recalled something from earlier.

“That blue blast that you do, Kamehameha, right? When everyone was training outside, I heard some of your friends doing it...what’s that all about? I thought the Saiyans of this universe had their own stuff. They ain’t Saiyans, so why do they use it?”

Y A W N.

Joining this competition had already been a stretch of her patience. It was only the promise of growing stronger, and fighting other powerful warriors, that had ultimately led to her agreement. Did that really mean that she had to help round up the other contestants too? Still, Cabba had dragged her into it and she knew he would have annoyed her to no end otherwise. Besides...the one the sought was an interesting guy all his own.

     “D’ya think I can spar with Hit before we leave the planet?” 

She asked, grinning over at the boy. Cabba looked so strange out of his usual Saiyan armor, wearing something more fitting of the city they had come to. She, too, had been cajoled into following suit, now dressed in a casual t-shirt and pants. All of this, she thought, had better be damn well worth it.

     "He would definitely show you what flaws you may have in your       fighting, that you may not realize, that is a given…       I would suggest not holding back against him, Saiyan.” It was a thought he hadn’t put much into, as the Super Dragon Balls weren’t something so easy to find. He never cared for such orbs, and still if the option were presented to him that he ended up winning in this whole situation, he guessed he should have something right? It was idiotic, thinking of wishes, when all he ever had known was earning everything through hard work.     “The life of an assassin… has no need for magical things, but if I must wish       for something. Well… I suppose my wish would go against everything that       I should be content with. What if I wished for the Gods and Angels to be no       more, and that way there would be nothing to interfere with my work, and       any other chance to fight against the likes of Son Goku. For this, though       he may have caused it, isn’t all about him. I would like to find a world       where we could go all out with no interruptions from deities.” Was it selfish? Yes. Did he care? Absolutely not! The last they had battled, it was messed with so many times by the distractions of said deities. He was done with that sort of mindlessness. @cauliflowcr​

     “Woah...”

If there had been any doubt about this guy in her mind, it had been totally erased in that instance. One who would defy the very gods, simply to pursue their own goals? She felt the same, but honestly Caulifla had never given their interference thought (for she had never faced it...yet, anyways). Whatever the case, it was nothing short of badass in her mind. Her slightly agape mouth soon curled into a smirk as she regarded the other.

     “I like your style, Hit. Still...better watch what you say, or       those same bastards will pull somethin’ before you can       even get that far, heh.”

It was annoying, truthfully, to have to worry about their rules. Yet if they didn’t, they couldn’t compete, and she wanted that more than anything. If there were other Saiyans stronger than Cabba, she would meet them. And even Kale stood to gain something from this new challenge. There was no backing down now.

     “You will give me a go at him then, right? Goku?       Don’t worry, I’ll leave a piece of him for you too.”

    “………..” His hands remained steadily in his pockets, and he was wondering why she was so curious with this many questions. It surprisingly didn’t bother him too much, as he thought most others were annoying with any sort of words. Though, none ever asked my reasons, not like this. Usually just pleading and begging to be spared. Realizes that he’s never really had moments like this before.      “Son Goku is going to be there. He’s the reason with why this is      happening, and I suppose I want to thank him for this opportunity.      This is more… I have to be involved in this, like a calling.      It’s different from taking money and killing targets.” @cauliflowcr​

     “Son Goku, eh? That’s the other Saiyan. I wanna meet him real bad       too. Cabba says he’s insanely strong. If that’s true, he can show me       something higher than that form Cabba has!”

Enthusiastic didn’t begin to describe Caulifla when she was put onto the subjct of strength. Her eyes lit up, and everything about her seemed full of life...so unlike the stoic one beside her. And yet, she thought she could see a glimmer in his strange red eyes.

     “It may be different...but there is a prize. What would you do       with a wish like that, huh? One from the super dragon balls?”

He never let anything or anyone slip by his senses, and it wasn’t hard to notice he had someone following him outside. Remains silent for the longest time, and his thoughts were thousands of seconds in the past, and in the presently future. It was much longer before he finally turned his attention to her, not by a look or anything like that, but by the fact his eyes had opened to stare ahead at the darkness outside. Vibrant, ruby-red eyes were focused on the plains that stretched forever on this temporary planetoid where they were all currently forced to be; by word of the God.      “Not so much a friend… Acquaintances.” @cauliflowcr

     “Ah, yea...kinda the same with me. Though I knew the       small fry for a while before he went off to that army.”

Folding her arms, Caulifla cast yet another curious peek at the other. He was seen as an enigma by the others, but that just made her curiosity all the stronger. To be considered for this tournament, he must have been quite powerful, and now with her own new power awoken she was more than hungry for a good fight. Of course now was not the time, even she knew that.

     “So what’s your reason for competing? Tryin’ to save       the world...or just wanna fight other strong guys?”

     “So you’re called Hit, huh? Are you a friend of Cabba’s?”

    “Everyone usually calls him Goku, but only Vegeta calls him by his Saiyan      name, Kakarot. And I’m Gohan, yes, his son… You’re.. Caulifla, right?      You have skills that none of us could have thought of were possible, and I      think it rivals my father’s, honestly. Just watching you was enough to get that      across. You’re a prodigy, indeed as Cabba had said it…” He didn’t like to seem like he was trying to suck up to her good side, but he was truly just being honest about all of it. She was something different, and he like all the others were immensely interested.      “Sorry for staring, but I’m just in as much of a shock as my friends are…       You look nothing like my father or Vegeta, physically shaped-wise, and       yet your strength just flows out from you seamlessly. You don’t need to       appear as bulked as they do, nor did Cabba. It’s wonderful!”  @cauliflowcr​ 

     “WHAT’RE YOU SAYIN’, KID?! TRYIN’ TO COMPARE       ME TO THAT SMALL-FRY CABBA?!”

The reaction was instantaneous, a temper like wildfire that sometimes seemed to come from nowhere. And then just as quickly as it flared up, it was stolen away by some other train of thought. Of course, she was hardly ever like this when it came to her protege, or most of her lackeys (depending on how annoying they were).

“Hmph, I heard you’re not so bad yourself. We should spar sometime, if you’re anything like your dad. I can’t believe you Saiyans are so powerful, all that energy...it’s exciting huh?! Better than most of our Saiyans. Bunch of peaceful losers...you guys seem way different. Though do you all have two names, seriously?”

When Cabba had told them that there were more Saiyans, Gohan had just shrugged it off to the back of his thoughts, as he was more preoccupied with many other things going on in his life. Though, to finally witness one of these Saiyans before him, after years of only ever having bad experiences with his kind… It was different. She was different, and it was as clear as day. Appearances alone are enough to tell, but there’s certainly more. As he couldn’t help but to stare so awkwardly from across the way, which was rude.     “………” | @cauliflowcr |

     “Ah?....Hey YOU, what’re ya starin’ at, blondie?”

Caulifla had hardly ever interacted with Saiyans other than Kale and Cabba, and truthfully it meant no more to her than the color of her hair. It hadn’t been until discovering this other universe and finding just what Saiyans were capable of that she’d left her own turf for something new. And a lot of someone’s.

     “Aren’t you the son of...uh....” She paused, trying to remember       just what they had called him. She’d been to busy fighting him.       “Ka...roku??”

     “Wow!!!?! Now, they said you were something else, but you really       are something else, Caulifla! Can you go any higher??” He was honestly curious about this, and he really only expected her to just power up a little bit. This was more than he could have imagined!      “This is so exciting! I never thought there’d be other strong fighters       out there that are also Saiyans! No wonder Vegeta went so hard on Cabba…” @cauliflowcr​

     “Yea, they ain’t lyin’. But higher...? Who knows. I never knew       that I could go this high. I sure as hell wanna try!”

Goku’s words, too, paralleled her own feelings. She had thought Cabba honestly annoying with all of his ‘Vegeta-Sensei this, Vegeta-Sensei that’. Now she saw the excitement of knowing someone who had reached greater heights than you had imagined existed.

     “You think you can show me how? Or just wanna play around like this first, heh.”

“Is that what this is called.....?”

“SUPER SAIYAN 2!?!!?”

[ 2 icons of caulifla ssj2 my edit do not steal or repost ]

     “Oh, yeah…” So cockily he says, that smirk pouring out, and before he even finished his breath a grunt was given. The power of his was soaring, and sparks were shining throughout his aura.      “This is my Super Saiyan Two. Whaddya think?” @cauliflowcr​

     “WOW, it’s amazing!! So much power, like you       could just explode the planet if you wanted!”

A grin finally touched her lips, baring teeth as if to mirror his attitude. This is what got her heart pounding, the promise of a good battle with no limits. One where she could go all out.

      “Now, let me join you!”