#exiledxdefender

She seemed surprised. Was training really that surprising to her? He gave a nod. "Yes, training. Something wrong?" The area around him was littered with craters and holes from the intensity of his training. He'd only trained in his base form, trying to raise his base limits to get himself that much closer to the next level. It was then that it hit him.

"Wait a second..." He muttered to himself. He observed her closely. Already he could tell she was not a saiyan. Her foreign garbs were like nothing he'd seen on Sadala. She was not a Saiyan. "I don't think I've ever seen you around before, and you're not a Saiyan. That would explain why you're surprised."

It had been about a week since the former Elite first met his fellow Saiyan, the barmaid Tifa Lockhart. Her food was delicious, and he definitely wanted to eat there again. Though the spectacle of him eating a dozen plates might have drawn too much attention. Still, she'd been a great conversationalist. His Master hadn't returned, and training by himself wasn't cutting it. Now he was heading back to the bar for a different reason.

"The bar isn't open today if I remember correctly. Hopefully she's around." He thought as he flew through the skies above the city. As he got closer, her energy pinged on his senses and he couldn't help but smile. Now if his luck held, she'd be free to train with him for a while. He landed lightly at the front door, peeking through the window. Seeing her, he tapped gently on the door with the 'closed' sign dangling.

'Now what do I do?' Wondered the former Defense Force Elite. Cabba had come all the way to Universe 7 to speak to his Master and get his advice, only to discover that Vegeta was away training with Whis. Taking to the skies above the city, Cabba found his mind wandering. What would his Master do in his situation? He was interrupted from his thoughts as a ki signature pinged on his senses.

"Hm?"

The energy was new. It wasn't anyone he knew. Still, he found himself veering off to investigate. He couldn't very well let anything happen to his Master's world while he was away. It was the least he could do. 'Here's hoping it isn't trouble brewing. I have enough on my plate as it is...'

In a few moments, he hovered over a grassy field. Below, he spotted a woman that appeared to be training. So far, nothing unusual. However, something about her was vaguely familiar. He felt like he'd seen her before...