#urito

“Well... looks like it’s over.”

“Man, I can’t believe you died from NOT EATING- that’s hilarious!”

“Oh, THAT’S rich! Coming from the guy that died in the FIRST ROUND!”

“I- Uh- *AHEM* Have NO idea what you’re talking about! I mean, the only guy who mattered that actually died first round was that, uh, Great Saiyaman 3 guy. ABSOLUTELY no idea who he is though- and might I say, an admittedly VERY handsome dude, in my own opinion!”

@sadalandefender

"And that's that, then."

Urito dusted her hands as the saibamen slowly dissolved. A simple TP- saibamen where they weren't supposed to be. A common enough occurrence- thankfully she got them before they could make their way to the city and cause havoc. Holding a hand up to her scouter, she called up her team.

"Neo Pepuras, this is Urito checking in- the saibamen are dusted."

"Nice! I'll pull the capsule around and pick you up- Naco and Nuugat are almost done with their batch!" Niatca's voice rang on the other end. Urito nodded.

"Got it."

Now all she had to do was... wait. Well, that's boring. Flipping off her scouter, she broadened her mind- surely there had to be something else with a notable power level around here-

Oh hello, what's that?

Urito turned, squinting her eyes- someone was close by. And with a notable power level, too- was that... a Saiyan?

Urito grinned- perhaps this mission wouldn't be so routine after all.

@thevioletandroid

Downtown Conton- a busy hub of commerce and conversation- with such great amenities like “Restaurant” and “Store”. Were Urito the type, she’d probably make a witty remark about the bland name production, but right now Urito was a girl on a mission. A mission to get stronger- and one person in particular seemed to offer the kind of training she’d need. 

‘At least until Prince Vegeta manages to take some time out of his schedule,’ Urito thought. But she wasn’t jealous. No, of course not- the Prince was a busy man, with many responsibilities. So what if he’d been putting off teaching her to get in touch with the Golden Oozaru for months. She had no reason to be bitter about it. Nope.

Shaking her head of those thoughts, she resumed her original train of thought- searching for that purple haired android woman. Goken had told her she was strong- and as an opinion she trusted, she figured it’d be a good idea to get some training in. 

If only she had remembered that androids had untraceable ki. Kami damn it. Urito growled, her ki flaring as she shot into the air, cupping her hands around her mouth.

“ONE MORE THING!”

“YOU IDIOT HOW DID YOU GET CAUGHT OFF GUARD THAT EASILY!? OBVIOUSLY YOU’VE BEEN SLACKING ON YOUR TRAINING LORD HELP ME WHEN I WISH YOU BACK YOU’LL WISH YOU HAD STAYED DEAD FOR THE TRAINING FROM HELL I HAVE IN STORE FOR YOU!”

“Oh my Kami... C-can I get your autograph, Mr. Great Saiyaman Sir?”

“Why do you choose to be the way you are, Naco?”

“Hey, I don’t judge when you get all weak at the knees for Mr. Prince of All Dumbasses!”