@radmanraditzā
It was a perfect day in Conton. The sun was high, the sky was blue, and the smell of deep spring filled with air. A perfect day to head to the Mission Desk to check if there was any uncovered mission despite it being her free day -- but as someone said, when you love your job, you donāt work a single day of your life.
So there she was, whistling a tune to herself, when she spotted a tall figure at the end of the road, covered by a familiar long black mane. and just like that, she stopped in her track.
It was unmistakeable. She would have recognised that hair among a million, no matter how similarly dark and messy Sayian hairstyles could be. No one else had hair like that.Ā
Could it be... Is that...?
So she quickened her pace. And ran. And hopped, and flew, and dashed among the Patrollers who stared at her, confused, as she threw herselfĀ against the tall figure, sinking in the black mane she always thought could belong to a lion; and even if she knew Raditz had never been the affectionate one, she really couldnāt keep herself from trying to wrap her arms around his large waist in a hug as she exclaimed, moved, black hair slipping in her mouth:
"RADITZ! MASTER! I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH IT'S SO GREAT TO SEE YOU AROUND AGAIN!"











