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Healing required a somewhat important amount of concentration, so Yaksha did his best to blot out the confused voices around him. It did make little sense, that much he knew. But it's what he knew too, until the Kai could elaborate further. At least some of his words had stuck on the rest of the group, so repetitive explanations would not be as grave as he had hoped.
His eyes darted to new arrivals, including one that made raise his eyebrows. A clump... of matter with no ki whatsoever. Shaped like an actual being. Android huh? So Ol' Gero isn't the only machine genius in the universe. At least it's better than the psychopathic pink goo, the Freeza lookalike, the ogre alien who doesn't know I can't be bothered while I'm healing and the saiyan. Well, no Saiyans.
He let an audible sigh after the Kai stood up, which quickly turned in a tired expression when a second standoffish saiyan female had the gall to speak to the Supreme Kai. Gladly, Yaksha would teach that impertinent hamfisted monkey girl the gravity of the sins commited, but the Kai's instructions were clear.
There simply wasn't enough time nor effort to spare to start scuffles with other people, no matter how stupid they were. Taking a stance, he stood between the now ticked off Saiyan and the Supreme Kai of time, his eyes level with the snarling barbarian warrior.
"Oh yeah, it's a great idea. Turn the only one person who can actually do something about being stuck in this pocket dimension to ash. That'll do the trick. A magical dragon will appear from seven balls, grant you a wish, and resurrect your squeeze. Oh wait, no. THOSE ARE BROKE. No resurrection, no refunds, nada. For anyone of us either. " Yaksha said. "So cheer up, buttercup. You're hardly the one who saw everything they love be returned to oblivion for no apparent reason."
He then snapped his fingers, and handed Tabaga a handkerchief materialized with the little magic he had. "Here's a handkerchief. You can cry your disgraces to it, and when you're set, we'll get to do some actual investigation of what's going on, really."
Healing required a somewhat important amount of concentration, so Yaksha did his best to blot out the confused voices around him. It did make little sense, that much he knew. But it's what he knew too, until the Kai could elaborate further. At least some of his words had stuck on the rest of the group, so repetitive explanations would not be as grave as he had hoped.
His eyes darted to new arrivals, including one that made raise his eyebrows. A clump... of matter with no ki whatsoever. Shaped like an actual being. Android huh? So Ol' Gero isn't the only machine genius in the universe. At least it's better than the psychopathic pink goo, the Freeza lookalike, the ogre alien who doesn't know I can't be bothered while I'm healing and the saiyan. Well, no Saiyans.
He let an audible sigh after the Kai stood up, which quickly turned in a tired expression when a second standoffish saiyan female had the gall to speak to the Supreme Kai. Gladly, Yaksha would teach that impertinent hamfisted monkey girl the gravity of the sins commited, but the Kai's instructions were clear.
There simply wasn't enough time nor effort to spare to start scuffles with other people, no matter how stupid they were. Taking a stance, he stood between the now ticked off Saiyan and the Supreme Kai of time, his eyes level with the snarling barbarian warrior.
"Oh yeah, it's a great idea. Turn the only one person who can actually do something about being stuck in this pocket dimension to ash. That'll do the trick. A magical dragon will appear from seven balls, grant you a wish, and resurrect your squeeze. Oh wait, no. THOSE ARE BROKE. No resurrection, no refunds, nada. For anyone of us either. " Yaksha said. "So cheer up, buttercup. You're hardly the one who saw everything they love be returned to oblivion for no apparent reason."
He then snapped his fingers, and handed Tabaga a handkerchief materialized with the little magic he had. "Here's a handkerchief. You can cry your disgraces to it, and when you're set, we'll get to do some actual investigation of what's going on, really."