#learnedkai

Send a "¬_¬" for some bad advice from my muse!! - @learnedkai

“In your pursuit of justice, you will be faced with those who exploit your sense of mercy and justice. They will cry for you, they will beg you for forgiveness. They will grovel at your very feet. Your first instinct will be to give them just what they ask for, to let them off. But I implore you to look deeper, and to examine their souls before you consider their pleas. 

Attn: Vados

“I must say, dear sister...  It appears your Destroyer is no better than mine.”

Yes, Beerus was certainly capable of running a few miles, which Whis was fairly certain Champa couldn’t do....  But the Destroyer’s gluttony and laziness grated on him far more often than he should like to admit.

Yes, he liked the food too, but Beerus had a job to do, and not doing it served only to make Whis look bad.

"you're frustrating." he growls as she does her work, a pout making way onto his features. what a stubborn woman! ever since caber was instated as the main medic he couldn't get away with his usual stuff anymore. like his wounds not being fully healed, something he would lie about. but caber was too attentive for that.

he huffs again, squirms under her healing touch. another scolding follows, caber smacking him on the arm. he had enough, manche snaps back and pulls his arm away.

"cut it out!" was he being childish? for sure. but there was still more to be done, how could she even understand? arms cross, turning his head away with a huff. "i told you, im fine. you can take a break, what's the deal?"

who was this guy? how did he get in this universe? exchanging blows, vegetas through its ran wild with questions that wereny going to answered anytime soon. kakarot was off planet, leaving vegeta here to fight.

his energy was similar to toppo and daitens, but it felt far more.... overwhelming. mezcal grinned evily, using his powers, electricity cutting through the air. vegeta could only recognize in horror the power decrease, mezcal taking advantage to deliver a hard kick in the ribs, sending the prince flying. he was satisifed hearing the crunch of bones breaking on impact.

vegeta collided hard onto a wall, stuck in a crater of the mountain. he coughed up blood, breathing becoming more difficult. he couldnt fight like this, just what did he do?

mezcal stopped right in front of vegeta, smirking. "where's son goku?I have to pay him back for the tournament."

of course. another villain searching for kakarot. vegeta wasnt one to give in so easily, he would not be saved by the likes of kakarot again. blood was spit at the attacker, only barely missing his target.

"you wont even get a chance to fight kakarot. how dare you believe I'm out for the count!" his energy was returning, suddenly throwing out a blast of energy after pulling his arm out of the crater. dust cleared after a few moments, vegetas eyes widening in surprise.

that was it wasn't it? he destroyed the energy with a hakai barrier. judging by the purple markings on his fur, he was a destroyer in training.

"fine, if you want to be like that..." mezcal held out his paw, a large blast being fired right back. there was no dodging this one, the prince of sayain being consumed by the energy and judging by the sudden drop of ki, vegeta was lucky to get out of this alive.

"it was fathers decision to have you stay here, not mine, merus." teqi spoke, watching his brother at front counter. with the threat of moro and his brothers heroic spirit, it was only logical to move him so he wouldnt get destroyed. of course, merus has issues with the universal transfer.

"I do think you'll like it here. we can create a hero persona for you, well.... if we give you a weapon that's not really using your powers. but until further notice, you will be staying put." as teqi brought a glass of wine to his lips, he pondered a lot of similarities between him and shimura. manche would probably introduce them when she gets here from school.

"just... wipe something down, I dont know how manche runs this place."

something had been off all day. manche couldn't pinpoint it and he didnt want to make a fuss. it was in the air, a tingle down his back since this morning. something bad was going to happen.

hadn't heard from daiten today. he lazed about in his chair in his palace, chewing down on some fruit. that annoying girl, who had the audacity to leave a god waiting. unbelievable. the day carried on like normal, manche keeping himself occupied, not bothering to check on the whereabouts of the girl, if she wasnt going to listen to him then she can deal with her bullshit alone.

but his decisions would come crashing down upon him, vais having appeared onto his planet, the young kai sputtering out why daiten had been gone all day. teqi only remotely taken aback. manche wasnt sure how to handle it.

angry that they had dared attack his heir. frustration that this could have been avoided if she had just came here. devastated that she was d-

"vais." name came out in a cold snarl, his energy increasing in response to his volatile disarray of emotions. it was suffocating, threatening to wring the life out of any being who approached him wrong. eyes narrowed at the younger kai, a calmness that betrayed the storm underneath.

"tell me who did this."

"why the hell would you even let her stay?! kakarot and his wife have room!" he was unhappy, vegeta glaring at bulma with disdain. inviting that disrespectful little brat into their home, getting in the way of his training?!

"you tell her to stay the hell away from me then! she's your guest, not mine!"

“g-grand priest?!” he chokes on whatever is left of his soda after that as teqi shows his face through his staff. he hurries to compose himself, standing straighter against the counter of the store. shit, what terrible timing. manche curses himself before turning to face him fully.

“i-i’ve been working hard! i’ve even got a brand new apprentice, her name is daiten! she’s at school now, but she’s great!” manche sings daiten praises to make the grand priest happy, and maybe have a higher favor compared to other destroyers.