Sorry about the delay.
>>5153017“Yep! I’ll go get ya when it’s time for teach’s match. But first-” Your stomach growls at you rudely and your focus turns to the buffet table and oh that looks so goooooood.
Keli ruffles your hair. “All right, you do that, kiddo.”
You grab a plate and start to pile up some food again, then get back to the waiting area. Dad and Tarble are already facing off with the two other fighters, with the silver-haired one, Wanta, staying more as a supportive fighter while Paprika, the one with a spiky black mohawk, faces them head-on. Well, mostly Tarble, who’s doing pretty well for himself.
“Galick Gun!” he yells out as he blasts Paprika, who counters by blasting out with a Ki sphere that… kinda reminds you of one of Vegeta’s skills.
And the Saiyan Prince seems to notice that too, letting out a contemplative “Hrmn.” as he watches them fight. “So that’s why he seemed familiar.”
“Is something the matter?” Tien questions him.
“No. Merely a surprise.”
“What is?” you ask him. And Vegeta remains silent.
Raditz tilts his head as he looks back to the match, with Paprika charging a different energy attack, more of a swirling ball of Ki, and flings it at his first attack, the two erupting in an explosion that does succeed in stopping the Galick Gun. “Hrmn…” he mumbles to himself.
Even you start noticing that Paprika… actually does fight in a way similar to Tarble. Huh. Tarble manages to grab Paprika’s leg with his tail and trip him up, but in doing so, Paprika seems to react on impulse and… grabs him right back. With his own tail.
Wanta smacks his forehead. “Damn it. You just had to go by your instincts, didn’t you?”
“Ahaha… whoops!” He backs away from Tarble, tail trying to tuck under his poofy belt, but the jig’s definitely up.
“Wait, you’re… also a Saiyan?” Tarble asks in surprise.
“Huh. I was wondering why he was wearing so much orange cologne…” Nappa remarks. “Must have been to mask his scent.”
(cont.)
