#regulusregent

Too tired and out of energy to even call upon his magic, Dija was left with more mundane and meager ways to treat Vegeta's injuries. Vaguely he remembered walking into a broken down and nearly destroyed pharmacy, looking desperately for whatever he could salvage from the wreckage. He'd found gauze, a wound cleaning kit, and sanitary napkins. Silly though it might seem, the last on his list of scavenged items was useful. They were clean, individually packaged, and did the exact same thing that gauze pads did while generally being easier to use.

Maybe the prince would object to it later on but right now, it didn't look like he could even begin to complain. Dija could smell aggravation from the older man but it wasn't enough to send him away. At the moment, Vegeta was not feeling froggy enough to jump.

There was a slight grumble, as Rima opened her eyes. Only to be greeted with something covering her body, and the sound of some kind of engine she didn't recognize.

Wait... Unfamiliar place, Unfamiliar sounds... Her body felt cold as the only conclusion in her mind, was a repeat of the past.

Kidnapped... How many times does this make?

The cover was quickly discarded, revealing what seemed to be some kind of storage room. Was she in a building? No... Last time she checked buildings didn't make engine sounds.

She fumbled through the darkness, and laid her hand on what seemed to be a door. The panic within ONLY growing from the unfamiliar surroundings.

No. She wasn't hearing things this place was defiantly moving. Except it didn't FEEL like wheels. It was to smooth for that.

Her Hazel eyes immediately land on Vegeta, and narrow as her foggy memory struggled to come forward.

Don't panic, Don't panic. Ask questions first, Panic later.

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"Oh, not much."

Oh ho ho ho, he could tell his father was tense now. Did he REALLY think that glare was going to work? It rarely ever stopped the youngster in his path — only ever in serious circumstances did it. This was not going to be one of those.

His own tail swishing away at the end, an easy indication about his mood. He was about to be an absolute menace to his father right now and tease him. Did he really think he'd escape this? Oh, not by a long shot but the attempt was valiant.

"Juuuuuust — "

Really, could she be faulted for honing in on him? It had taken only one good look and a curious gauge in the Force to know that he was the most powerful individual in this bar. He also had a tail.

Talon too had just come here for a quick refreshment, and this bar was the least grimy. It was preferable compared to the other options. There was no sign of any disturbance or trouble either, so when she had entered the establishment, she would not have expected to be met with such an impressive presence. Interesting. Perhaps he was some kind of bounty hunter? His attire was difficult to assign to any planet known to her.

For now she just sat down at a safe distance right at the bar counter, yellow eyes focused on him and meeting his gaze. He was intimidating, but she had trust in her own capabilities. Besides, he, as much as her, seemingly just wanted a break.

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❝You most certainly are not,❞ with an exasperated sigh, she saunters toward his prone body. Unimpressed, her hands perch upon her hips, barely needing to survey the situation any further to understand.

The Revenant

At some point in recent years, you suffered what felt to you like a 'death', whether creative, social, emotional, spiritual or even literal, and you've been reborn. This reincarnation didn't come easy, and you're not entirely the person you were, but you sloughed yourself out of your figurative grave with the kind of vigour only a phoenix could have.

When you sleep, you dream strange and vivid dreams, and your gaze now holds a certain intensity. When something takes your attention, it doesn't let go. Your kindness is endless, as is your love for vast things like the sea, the sky and the stars. You have a certain unshakable fixation with religion or higher powers, and the prospect of death doesn't scare you.

In fact, you feel less fear than you should, and you've never felt more alive than you do now. As a deity, you're the god of life and death, of moving on, of growth and of courage.

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The boy just barely stopped himself from growling and baring his teeth at Vegeta in a display that would have been seen as childishly insignificant back on their own world. On Earth it only reinforced the idea that to humans, Dija was barely more than a feral child. That the two of them were speaking in the native Saiyan language and practically hissing at one another like alley cats had the scientists and emergency crews giving them a wide berth.

He threw one finger at a group of men and women in stereotypical lab coats. The gesture was noticed and the knot of people began moving nervously, some of them staying in one place while others began a hasty retreat towards the exits.