[center][h1]Ovaan[/h1]
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He remained silent after being given his answer. He closed his eyes, effectively muting the rest of the world so he could think to himself. Something about the answer was just... well, it rubbed him the wrong way, so to speak. So what if they were spared from being destroyed along with their Universe, what were they supposed to do here, then? Just wait to die of starvation or of old age? What kind of "salvation" was that? And besides that, a large part of Ovaan would have preferred to stay and die with his men. Go down with the ship, as it were. That at least would have been a presumably quicker and more painless end. But instead he was being sentenced to live out the rest of however much of his life remained here in a destroyed city with just these individuals as the only company to be had?

His face scrunched a bit with disgust. He suddenly like he'd abandoned all of his men to die while he escaped to some other world like a coward. He had crossed his arms by this point, and even his right hand's fingers clutched his left forearm tightly out of his own frustration. Was this really it? Was there really nothing else? No, no he refused to believe that. Even if this Kai believed there was no hope, Ovaan refused to just accept that. He'd fight this fate, even alone if he had to. And whatever was doing this killed him in the end? Then so be it. At least he actually [i]tried[/i].

All this thinking, and he had missed a large portion of the conversation. He paid attention again in time to hear the Kai declare that there may be hope after all and that they would have a new mission to undergo in the morning. At this, Ovaan breathed a small sigh of relief. Good, he was right after all, it seemed. They [i]were[/i] going to do something about this, after all. He felt a tiny bit if vindication - albeit in a more roundabout matter.

"Supplies, you say?" he asked the Supreme Kai, who had noted a building in the distance that she said may contain surviving gear and supplies, "Very well, then, I may be allowed to excuse myself? I seem to be in the market for a new Scouter, as it were." he gave an irritated glance at the small pile of ash and wires that had once been his previous Scouter. He gave a short bow and then slowly lifted himself into the air with the intent to fly away. He paused, however, when part of another conversation had caught his attention.

[i]"Her ilk in other universes is one of the few things [b]Freeza[/b] stays away from. It is leagues above the [b]Super Saiyan[/b] legend."[/i]

It was the seeming young boy. And by "her ilk" he was apparently referring to the unconscious pink one. Something that even [i]Freeza[/i] feared? It hardly seemed possible. The Freeza that Ovaan had known did not seem to fear anything at all. Or if there had been something he feared, he did a thorough job of keeping such rumor and information hidden from even his own officers. But then there was that [i]other[/i] thing the boy mentioned. At long last, Ovaan gave a small bit of input.

"Super what?" he asked, eyebrow raised, "Saiyan... was it? And what pray tell, is a Saiyan, exactly? And why would Freeza ever feel the need to fear either of these things?" his tone was completely genuine, confirming that he was not being coy in any way. This had legitimately intrigued him and piqued his curiosity. It would also confirm to everyone there that Saiyans apparently did not exist in the universe that Ovaan had come from.