>>6125777“Maza, that's enough.” you say with a sigh, and to his clear surprise instead of powering up as well you sit down. Crossing your legs you sit on the sand, resting your hands on your knees. “Sit, and let's talk.”
“I...Uh...What?” he asks, deflating a bit in confusion. Having been clearly ready for a fight, seeing you NOT go to fight him, he's left unsure. “Karn?”
“Come on, relax and take a seat. You're right, I haven't always been there for you. Thanks to a certain Time Kai, I missed quite a lot of your life, son. So, why don't we sit and talk? If we can't figure this out together, we can always fight it out later.”
Towa, after a moment of silence sits down beside you as well without another word. Maza, seeing this, sighs out, powering back down and sitting directly across from you. He still looks annoyed, but you can also see the curiosity in his eyes. Wondering what it is you know, why you chose to talk instead of simply exerting your will. After all you are far stronger than him, and last time he tried defying you you'd overpowered and outlasted his power despite the strength gap. So, seeing you not trying this again has him wondering.
“Good. So, what's going on, son?” you ask him, your voice genuine and curious. “What's all this about your own kingdom to rule?”
“You know I have been challenging King Vegeta for his throne, but yesterday I realized something. I'm not a Saiyan, not wholly. I see that now.” he says to you, looking down at his hands, sounding... Well, something. You aren't sure what, but there's something in his tone. “Even if I beat him, even though you and I share blood, the other Saiyans won't accept me as their king. They would... Tolerate me, at best.”
“Tolerate you? Why wouldn't they accept you?” you ask him, to which Maza raises his gaze to your own. And for the first time you see something in his eyes, something you hadn't expected. Pain.
“They already drove Milha off. Sure, things worked out for her, but... You fought so hard for these ungrateful bastards, these sons of bitches, only for them to drive your own daughter away. And yet you didn't do anything more than threaten them.” he says, hurt in his voice as he goes on. “I tried to be better, to set an example and show them who we are, to take the high road. But you don't hear them. Here, on your little island away from the others, you don't hear what people say. How they talk about my siblings and I.”
Your son saying this makes your brows furrow, seeing no hint of deception in his expression. But if what he's saying is true, you may have misjudged your own people. And may have to do something about this opinion. Before you can think on this any further, he continues.
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