BBQ Ribs With A Side Of Fruit

Laughed the whole time because, Vegeta skipped SS3, but Cori skipped directly to SS3 and I laughed at Vegeta’s incompetence.  

Osmun is probably the oldest OC that I had made.  And I feel kinda bad because I had, originally, took him from someone else.  SO.  I remade him, although I still really bad about it.  

This is why I don’t edit.  

He’s still taller then Sage.

Rawl is the Saiyan Tail hunter, attacking my original trio, Sage, Heath and Oleander. Waure is a mercenary who occasionally appears in Strongest in the Universe Tournament.

“Then come up and make me dead,” Osmun shouts back.  “And I’d hurry.  The Agnatha and Candiru  are coming fast and you’re bleeding energy like a wounded animal.”

Rawl looks up. Even in the haze, she instantly recognizes the face.  “You Saiyan monkeys are a lot more difficult to kill then I thought,” she mutters. “I remember leaving you for dead.” The Saiyan named Oleander continues to stand over her as she takes another drink.  “I remember you being more together,” he says.  Rawl looks at where her left arm should have been.  “They took my eye too,” she mutters, touching her covered eye socket.  “They were my best feature.”  “You still have your right eye.” “Quit patronizing me, Saiyan.” She waits for a response, another retort. It had to be such a view to see the enemy in such a state. He says nothing.  “What do you want?” “My friend.”   “Your friend?” Rawl repeats and she starts laughing, drawing attention from the other patrons. “That ‘special’ monkey? I don’t have him anymore.”  He had been taken from her.  Stolen.  “Zerda was much displeased with my loss.”  She could hear him grind his teeth and she couldn’t hold back a grin.  “She would be disappointed in your loss, too.” “Who is Zerda?”  “A slimeball who had me hunt you down,” she mutters.  Rawl looks at the empty glass.  “Runs a Cure-alls shop on the planet Guko, but they probably won’t help you.” Rawl looks up at Oleander.  He hadn’t seemed to move much.  Didn’t seem to care much for what she said, either unless it involved his friend.  “Probably rip your tail right off.”  She taps her eye.  “I was awake when they took this.”  She could hear a frustrated sigh.  He was the passive-aggressive Saiyan of his little group.  He amused her but she figures it would be best to let him leave without harm done to her. “You could probably see a sight seer of Vhi,” she says.  “I have one I always go to.  Helped me find your friend.” She sees him get more interest as she continues.  “I’m sure you know where Vhi is.  Just mention my name. You’ll get the help you need.”

Bryony walks up to the Saiyan and taps his shoulder, but before she can say anything, he spins around at her. “Look, I don’t need your pity,” he says right away.  “I’m over hear because I want to be here, not because I’m alone.” She’s surprised at the sudden defensiveness of him. “I wasn’t-” “I know you only came over here to tease me.  Yea, I’m a Saiyan. And Yea, I’m weak. There isn’t a need to pour salt on the wound.”  Bryony screws up her face to stop herself from punching him in the face.  The nerve of this guy. “My name’s Bryony,” she says putting out her hand.  He glances at her hand.  “And I’m a Saiyan.” He takes her hand, giving a curt shake, and she walks away from him. “The nerve of that guy,” she mutters when she meets back up with Beets and Leek. “Don’t let first impressions get you,” Leek says.  “Pima’s been having it rough. Like Beets said, there’s only been a handful of Saiyans as Time Patrollers, and there’s no way in along shot that he’s the strongest one here.” “That’s no excuse to be rude,” Bryony says crossing her arms.  “He didn’t even tell me his name.” 

-Sage: So that’s a caption machine? -Dr. Briefs: No, no my dear boy. It’s a cappuccino machine. -Sage: And it makes captions? -Dr. Briefs: It makes cappuccinos. -Sage: Is it good? -Dr. Briefs: They are as close to ambrosia as I can get. -Sage: Can I have one? -Dr. Briefs: Help yourself. -Sage: *makes himself a cup with assistance from Dr. Briefs and drinks it. Sage instantly spits out the scalding water* -Dr. Briefs: Oh dear. Looks like I forgot to calibrate it after that last test. Honey! Get the poor boy some ice and salt water!

- Sage: What’s this? - Oleander: Bulma said it was a spice. Curry. Supposed to make your food taste better. - Heath: Better? - Oleander: You put it on your food. - Sage: *with the mindset of putting a lot of curry to make his food taste even better then normal, loads on the spice* - Heath: Doesn’t smell like it would taste good. *takes a pinch and eats it* - Sage: *literally inhales all his food* - Heath ends up spitting it out of his mouth, Sage nearly chokes to death and Oleander nearly suffocates from laughter*

HE MUST BE STOPPED.

Sage B is getting predictable. Has problems fighting Oleander A and Heath A. Crisis averted.

Person a - “Is he Tuffle or is he Saiyan?” Person b - “He’s Saiyan, for sure. But the real question is, was he made into a deviant or born a freak of nature?” Sage - “I’m standing right here, asshole.”