>>5441030"We'll wait here in this village until Nail arrives." you tell the elder, then telepathically reach out to your oldest born son. "Hey Chilli. We'll be leaving here in a half hour or so, to meet with the Grand Elder of Namek. Will you be coming too?"
"Of course, I'll be there." he replies, you pick up a hint of some sort of strain bleeding through the telepathic link before he ends it.
“Huh. Wonder what they're doing now?” you mutter, Meloka looking to you confused. So you explain to her what you'd found out, her brows furrowing.
“I don't trust that guy.” she says as you finish. “His gaze is...Lecherous, at the best of times. I don't like the way he looks at me, or Chaya. Or even his own teammates.”
He may be a pervert, but he's quite cowardly too.” you reply, her expression turning more to disgust. “He wouldn't try anything, not with him clearly knowing the sheer difference in power between our family and him.”
“If you say so.” she answers, clearly not persuaded. But then you all hear Caulifla shout out in surprise, both of you turning to see what's going on. Just in time to see her Stand Triumph harvesting two rows of their vegetables simultaneously. Her Stand cuts them from the ground at the base with its talon-ed feet, flipping the vegetable heads up over itself as it flies. Meanwhile your daughter flies along behind Triumph, catching them one after another into a pair of their gathering baskets. Several other Namekians nearby watch her with surprise, clearly unable to see her Stand and marveling at her 'mysterious' power. She fills the baskets fully with the last two, landing at the end of the row and setting both of them down by her sides.
“This is fun!” she says excitedly, turning to a shocked man with several other empty baskets by him. “Hey, can I do some more?”
“O-Of course. Help yourself, young one.” he says, holding out another pair towards her.
“I'm not young, I'm nine whole years old.” she says with a smile, the older Namekians all chuckling at this. It even gets a laugh out of you and your wife, Caulifla returning to the farm and going to work on a second pair of rows. You and Meloka watch as she keeps going, clearing one whole farm in less time than it takes a whole team of the locals to clear another one of roughly the same size. As she finishes the last rows and sets the last full baskets down, she wipes her forehead with a wide grin. “That was fun! You guys really do this for a living?”
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