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Yoshiro Uchiha -- Uchiha Village, Mid-day

The Uchiha clan had been keeping to itself as of late, aside from the usual scouting missions and espionage. They had done no harm to any neighboring clans nor did they show any signs of aggression, everything they had done was passive. So why then did someone feel the need to attack? It made little sense to everyone in the village, including those in positions of power. Sure, not all clans got along, but something akin to am armistice had been agreed upon, so fighting had ceased. What clans would have reason enough to attack in spite of this? The Gaharo clan maybe, though they neither had the manpower nor resources to stage an attack. Besides, the attack on them hadn't been unfounded; trespassing on a clan's territory and stealing from them was simply unforgivable, that was one thing any clan could agree on. It couldn't be the Gaharo then, meaning someone else had perpetrated the attack. But who? The astonishment of their kinsman's death had waned some over the following day, but tempers were still high. As there was no way of knowing who had committed the crime many people were on edge, and some were even accusing their brothers and sisters of having slain one of their own. An absurd notion, and one that the head family was hastily working to dispel. Nothing was worse than infighting within a clan, especially if that had been the goal of this assassination to begin with. They had to maintain order above all else while working to sort this issue out. Easier said than done, with manpower being stretched as thin as it was. Most of the clan's Jōnin were out on missions, leaving only a handful plus the head family to oversee affairs. Not the worst of stations, though hardly an enjoyable one. Scrutinizing those who you grew up with wasn't easy, nor was facing the fact it really could be one of them. Yoshiro hardly savored the task assigned to him but understood the necessity of it. Espionage and combat were his forte, and while he loathed to think he was spying on his own he was suited for the job. Of course, what he was doing at this very moment might scarcely be classified as "spying"; it was a lovely evening out and he would be hard pressed not to enjoy a walk through the village. Perhaps that was just an excuse to avoid taking on the unsavory task, as he really wasn't too inclined to try incriminating someone in the village. He would get to it, he always got to his work when assigned, just some jobs took a bit longer than others. Besides, there really was not very much information to work with just yet, investigations were still under way. Aside from questioning the Chūnin who had found the man and investigating the scene itself there wasn't much to be done just yet. The crime itself may not need to be addressed, but that didn't mean there weren't other matters to attend to. As usual directing the clan's daily activities, from hunting to missions and everything in between all fell to the head family to coordinate. Well, them and a handful of advisers, which truth be told Yoshiro wouldn't mind a few more. Less work for him meant more time out on the field, and that was all he really wanted right now. Being bothered with mundane, every day tasks was dull, and there seemed to be no end to them. Some were trivial, like a neighborly quarrel or a misplaced item, while others were noisy, violent and potentially problematic. Some in particular might involve two morons getting into a fight with one another, only to have someone break it up before things escalated. Oddly specific? Perhaps, if Yoshiro weren't staring at the very scene this moment. That was just the tip of the proverbial ice berg, as matters had really gotten out of hand. What had begun with probably a minor disagreement had escalated into a brawl involving two families it seemed, with the fathers at the center of it. Now was not the time for clansmen to be fighting with one another; the death of a fellow Uchiha took precedence over any petty squabble. Tents were easily replaceable, and lumber was more than plentiful if not time consuming to replace, so Yoshiro hardly cared for that. What he was more concerned with was the spectacle that his fellow Uchiha were making of themselves, and at such a poor time too. Hato was well known in their clan, and hardly someone to ignore, but he didn't necessarily carry the weight that the head family did. As soon as Yoshiro had walked into the fray and begun to push people aside the brawling began to simmer down, and for good reason. Most of the people here were Genin at best, and didn't have a whole lot of combat experience. Though he loathed to be involved in a brawl he could certainly fight, and as a Jōnin it was a safe bet it wouldn't go well for the other party. Pushing aside a pair of boys he sent a glare their way before going into the center of the mess. There he found Hato trying to keep two other members of their clan, Kyoumu and Avin, from tearing one another's throats out. What a bothersome evening this had turned into. Aside from Hato, there was another taking the initiative to try putting an end to the fighting. Yuen, if he wasn't mistaken. Not an overly remarkable individual far as he knew, but at the very least she kept her nose out of trouble. Letting out a sigh the Jōnin approached the group in the center, a frown marring his boyish features. "I'd love to hear the reason why you're all acting like barbarians as well," Yoshiro interjected, looking between Kyoumu and Avin disapprovingly. Two grown men at the middle of such an embarrassing display, how annoying. Before either of the two men could answer he then turned his attention to Hato and Yuen, nodding in appreciation for their help. "Thank you, though I'm a little disappointed you two couldn't show up sooner. Ah well..." he mused, shrugging his shoulders dismissively. "Now then, you two, talk. What's going on?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"I really doubt they have the stuff for it, seeing as its an alien planet. I doubt they'd have any idea how to make one unless we wrote them instructions." Come to think of it Takeshi wasn't overly sure how to make one himself. When most of your diet subsisted of meat and fish you really couldn't cook much else outside of those. That was a perk of having a group like theirs, other people could do the cooking for you! 'Course it didn't help that the actual cooks hated cooking normally, and the other people who could make meals were off doing their own thing. At the very least they were being fed for tonight, something which had Shu all kinds of excited. Passing by the guards and heading into the palace Takeshi immediately realized a problem; they had been here before, but none of them knew exactly how to get to the dining hall. Frowning he looked down either corridor and ahead to the stairs, giving his head a scratching. Where he was utterly clueless it sounded like his brother had more of an idea, bounding off after some scent apparently. "Hey... Wait! Don't go running off!" he called, sighing as he jogged after the little guy. "Shu, slow down! We don't know if this is the right way!" Eslaria was every bit as curious about T'charrl's travels as her husband, but now was not the time nor place to be discussing it. This was a family dinner, the first in some time and she wanted to focus on the family, not some adventures. After the meal sure, it would be good table talk, but right now she had other things on her mind. Far as she could remember about his friends they were nice enough, if not a touch unusual and even somewhat bothersome. The Queen wouldn't fault them for being unaware of Kaesstrian customs since that was a bit unfair, though that didn't mean it didn't agitate her. Given the fact they had a visitor from another kingdom as well she was concerned about how they would behave during dinner. "I'd like to think I'm the strongest, but I'm not going to delude myself. If I'm perfectly honest we don't know what the deal is in some kingdoms, there are probably new leaders I haven't even met yet. And when you consider there's a handful of people in our own kingdom who could match me, well, I hardly think of myself as the most powerful," Eslaria explained, smiling slightly amused, "The most stubborn perhaps." Speaking of stubbornness she was adamant about T'charrl's friends behaving tonight, and she was certain to make sure her son understood that much. His response hardly did much to instill that much confidence, but she would have to hope that he was able to keep the Saiyans in check. "Well for their sake I hope that usually becomes always." Yumi really did not enjoy talking about her issues like this, especially when she was hard pressed to accept she even had them. Logically what she had been told made sense, and it certainly would explain her small lapses in memory. Thinking that she would randomly get angry or strike out like that was unsettling, as it essentially placed her in the same position as Viral. Maybe hers wasn't as severe, but there was still that concern. "I'm trying to stay positive and hope for the best, believe me, but it's kind of scary. I can understand why Viral and Shu are always so against talking about it now, it's not fun." Having the topic brought up was making her feel uneasy and isolated, which didn't make too much sense. Why she was getting this sensation of loneliness confused her at first, until she happened a glance in Viral's direction. There it was again, that weird notion that she could pick up on what someone was feeling at that moment. It had to be coming from Viral, Vegeta didn't certainly come across as lonely. "I'll try to keep that in mind, but right now I've got something I need to do." Sliding forward and off of the branch Yumi landed on the soft earth below, folding her hands behind her back as she slowly approached Viral. They thought having some alone time was what he needed, but evidently it was only hurting him. "Viral? What are you looking at?" she asked, smiling kindly as she stopped a bit away, "Mind if I sit with you?"

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I was waiting on either daddy dearest or my beloved sister to post, but if you'd like I can get one done before hand :p

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"I'm sure someone can make pizza for us if we wanted, or I could even make it. I mean maybe, I doubt they have the stuff for it here." Ugh, there was just no winning. He wanted to talk about food because it was delicious, but talking about it was only making him even hungrier. If they were lucky they could get one of the cooks to try making one, if they were taking orders. He wasn't super keen on a fruit pizza either, which is probably what they would use. Fantasizing a bit about the food he was again annoyed about the woman from earlier, still absolutely convinced Shu had gotten him hit. Haku of all people then came in with his two cents, giving his own take on what had happened. He was right really, but Takeshi was much too stubborn to admit that. Grumbling something incoherently under his breath the older boy stuffed his hands into his pockets, sighing as he looked at the now visible gate of the palace. "She wasn't pregnant, she was fat. Not my fault the lady can't stand being called fat when she's fat," he said, "Forget it anyways, not a big deal. Let's just grab dinner while we're here, yeah?" It was awfully convenient that the guards noticed them coming up the pathway, and evidently they were expected as there was no annoying pat down or security check. Waving to the guards as they walked past Takeshi smiled expectantly, pausing when they got inside and there was no one to greet them. "Uh... How do we get to the dining room again...?" It was nice to have T'charrl home, and while Yusef might like a dinner alone as a family he wouldn't deny his son his friends. Company should be nice, and while a touch odd he knew the Saiyans were good kids. To think that their son would end up befriending people from another planet, it was oddly fitting for him. For someone that struggled with his own people the General almost could understand why it took another race to finally befriend the Prince. Now that he was something of a hero to their kind and renowned for defeating Garesh there would probably be others, but those were friends looking for things other than simple friendship. "I'm glad you've enjoyed traveling, I can only imagine the things you must have seen," Yusef mused with a smile, "I'd like to visit another world if I ever get the chance, it would be a once in a lifetime experience." To think that kids so young were traveling amongst various worlds, he couldn't even begin to fathom what that was like. All he knew was Kaesstra, and even then really just his own kingdom and the closer kingdoms as well. To travel into space... "Hm? Ah, he's come by because he's acting as a sort of messenger as well. The other neighboring kingdoms are curious about what was happening here, and I'm thinking they want to get a sense of who is in power now. As far as they know it's still your mother, which they may or may not be thrilled about." "There's nothing else planned for the evening, unless you'd like something else," Eslaria interjected, "As for what the other kingdoms think of me I can't really be bothered to care. There's enough to be concerned about here at home without fussing over what our neighbors think of us." They weren't even really on bad terms with the neighboring kingdoms either, as there hadn't been conflict in quite some time with any of them. At worst there was silence between them, though the norm was a mutual understanding that each was its own kingdom, and should be left as such. Conquering one another was a thing of the past, nowadays every power was left to attend to its own affairs. That being said any sort of trouble in any kingdom tended to catch some attention, and it was natural to be both curious and concerned. Leaning forward in her seat the Queen rested her elbows on the table, folding her hands together and resting her chin atop of her hands. "I don't doubt that the other kingdoms are going to be interested in your friends too, and what it might mean for them. We need to make sure this man doesn't see them as a threat in any regard, otherwise it could give cause for concern. So T'charrl, please do make sure they behave themselves tonight?" Giving Viral some space to enjoy himself didn't seem like such a bad idea, especially not if they hung around here. Getting out of the ship was a good start, but given some time to himself in a nice place should really help take some of the stress away. That thought aside Yumi had been asked to have a chat with Vegeta, though she wasn't sure about what; the topic was likely private given they were distancing themselves from Viral. Expecting it to be about the Beastman himself she was a little taken aback when he had asked, looking down at the ground below as she contemplated the question. Not an easy thing to answer, especially considering how torn she felt on the subject. After a few moments of deliberating she let out a long winded sigh, folding her hands in her lap and frowning. "It's hard to say if I want to go back to normal or not, honestly. I mean it's weird being like this, but there's things that I get from it too. I can do all sorts of things better now, and really there's nothing that's bad about it," she explained, glancing over at Vegeta and getting a disparaging look. "Okay, aside from apparently having lapses in my memories there's nothing bad. Maybe that will go away though? It could just be a temporary thing." "I hate to say it, but I very much doubt that. Memory problems don't just 'go away', they get worse," Vegeta explained, "I don't know what's causing it, nor can I say why it happens when it does, but it's something we seriously have to look into. I've not done any real examination since you came back, so there's no way of knowing every detail of what happened. I'd like to think you're stable in your current condition, but if I have to be brutally honest I'm skeptical. They were working with something they were unfamiliar with, and applied that in a short amount of time. If I had to put a number to it I would say there's an 85% chance that something is amiss, and that is being generous in your favor." This was not a conversation that Yumi wanted to be having, he could discern as much by her crestfallen look. He had to be straight with her and let her know what the deal was, lying to someone who was ill was just wrong. Still, she was a friend and he really did not enjoy sharing this with her, no matter if he thought she should know. Reaching out he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a small pat before smiling. "Look... I'm going to get working on it as soon as I can, and we'll have my father back to help soon enough. If you decide to keep this then we can do that, and he'll be able to make sure nothing goes wrong. So don't worry, alright? It will work out."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Takeshi was all about eating right now, and almost anything at that. Fruit was a bit boring but with his stomach grumbling incessantly he supposed it would have to do. Nothing quite compared to what he normally got on Earth, mostly because he could get lots and lots of his favorite foods there. Knowing that most of what he might want to eat wasn't on this world made him a bit bummed out, if only because he wasn't overly keen on loads of fruit. "You've had pizza before, Shu, remember?" the older boy asked, smiling exasperatedly, "It was that round thing with the cheese and red sauce on it, you liked it. I wish we had that here..." If they were lucky maybe they could go to the kitchen, find one of the cooks and see if they could make something like it. Probably wouldn't taste near the same, and actually Takeshi wasn't all that certain he wanted an alien pizza to begin with. After having played an impromptu round of tag with Shu he was hungrier than before, if that were possible. Narrowing his eyes at his brother Takeshi groaned, both hands grasping his stomach dramatically. "I wouldn't have chased you if you didn't get me slapped by that lady!" he said defensively, "I mean seriously! You asked if she had babies, and she was just big! Why didn't you get slapped for that?" Haku was trying his darnedest to not laugh right now, finding all of this pretty amusing. He wasn't sure what he expected when he'd be wandering with two Princes, but this certainly hadn't been it. Exploring an alien city, making friends with the locals, and enemies in Takeshi's case, it was all pretty fun. Now they were going to some big dinner with T'charrl too, that should prove to be nice. He was getting fairly hungry by now as well, and far as he was concerned any food would do. Fruit was hardly something that was plentiful on Kortal, and he'd not really had much on Earth either so this was bound to be interesting; so long as it was edible he didn't really care. Looking over at the brothers as they went back and forth he smiled slightly, rubbing at the back of his neck and letting out a small chuckle. "To be fair... You said she was just fat. Shu made a mistake, but you called her fat," Haku said, looking up and shirking back when he was glared at by Takeshi. "H-Hey, you did it!" Vegeta had no issue with allowing Viral to decide what they were to do, certainly not in such a secluded area. Yes, perhaps the Beastman was correct in assuming he was tagging along for insurance purposes. It wasn't that he didn't genuinely want to be here, because he did, but he was coming along too in order to make sure nothing went wrong. Already once had the Beastman lashed out, which struck the possibility of his going back to the ship clean off the slate. As they walked through the woods there appeared to be no signs of any relapse, and they made it quite a ways into the forest before finally stopping. It was difficult to say why they had gone such a long way, but if this was where Viral wanted to be then so be it. Wanting to allow their friend some privacy Vegeta grabbed a hold of Yumi's shoulder, putting a finger to his lips before nodding in the other direction. They would stay nearby, but there was no reason to be right at his side. Looking around at the trees in the area he found one with a wide branch, flying up to it before taking a seat, laying his legs out with his back against the trunk. Yumi joined him, sitting further down and hanging her legs over the edge. They could see Viral from here, but hopefully that didn't mean they would disturb his relaxation. "Your friends should be here soon enough, and I believe everything is in order finally. You must be excited, T'charrl," Yusef said, smiling at his son. Given that the Saiyans should be arriving within minutes the royal family was waiting in the dining hall for their guests, the food still waiting in the kitchen to be served. As it was a special occasion, celebrating T'charrl's coming home, the General had dressed up in better attire than he might normally wear. They were still military garments, but padded jackets and leggings were replaced with a colorful robe showing his status, several medallions and ribbons on a red sash across his shoulder. It was nice having their child home again, and he was certain there were plenty of stories he had to tell. For now though they would focus on the meal and having a nice evening together, something they hadn't done in nearly a month now. "Do you imagine your friends would like some entertainment for tonight? There's a musician here from one of the other kingdoms, he's been here a few days, I think you'd enjoy it at least. We can ask him to perform at dinner if you'd like."

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Takeshi just had no idea how to explain Shu's question, and that was frustrating to him. He was the one that was supposed to explain things to the little guy, and when he came up short he got really ticked. Not much he could do about it now, probably would have to ask Vegeta for a better explanation. Glancing over at Shu sadly when he basically had told his brother off he let out a sigh, wondering how he could make it up to the little guy. They had some time to kill before dinner, so maybe some exploring around the city would do some good. They could go see whatever Shu wanted to, he'd probably like that. Hardly having voiced the opinion a few seconds earlier Shu took to the idea like bees to honey, darting off down the hallway without any warning. Sighing he looked over at Haku exasperatedly before shrugging his shoulders, the two of them chasing after Shu. "Hang on Shu, we don't want to get lost!" Takeshi shouted, trying to stop Shu from going the wrong way. It was left up here, right? Since they had come out of the throne room on the right they probably needed to head left to get back to the gates. "Shu, take a left up ahead!" "They've been through a lot then, hm? I bet they've been part of that war the Saiyans are fighting," Renthal mused, pouring a bit of the disinfectant onto a cloth. "I heard the Queen speaking about that, apparently your friends had mentioned it before. Nasty business, I can't imagine the kind of wounded those fights create." As the doctor in the palace part of his job was tending not just to the royal family, but to troops as well. Over the course of this last power struggle he had seen all sorts of injuries, yet they had all been done by weapons. If what he heard was true and Saiyans could shoot one another with strange power then there were goodness knows what kinds of wounds. It was nice the Prince had found friends, but perhaps he was better off trying to make friends with Kaesstrians. "Maybe your falling down isn't a problem for you, but do you know what your mother would do to me if she found out?" Renthal asked, frowning as he grabbed T'charrl's arm and began swabbing it. "If she learned I had let you collapse on my watch she'd be hysterical, and I like my head attached to my shoulders. At any rate you're going to feel a small pinch boy, so hold still." With syringe in hand he isolated a vein, carefully pricking through the skin and sticking the needle in. Drawing up a small portion of blood he removed the needle, offering new gauze to be held over the mark. "Stay here while I take a look." "It's not that much of a long shot, honestly. All we would need to do is enable your body to generate Ki, which we could do by imbedding some of your own cells with that potential. So long as they take and begin to spread then you'd have access to Ki. With your naturally hastened healing abilities we could create a small superficial wound, apply the cells and they should disperse in a matter of moments. Granted it would be a short while until we actually know if anything has happened, but it is plausible." It was an ambitious task, one that was perhaps a bit out of his expertise. Should they decide to try and give Viral Ki it would require an awful lot of careful work, work that perhaps only his father was fit to do. For now they should try to keep the Beastman occupied, long enough to hopefully bring him down from that momentary lapse of focus he'd just had. Returning to the ship would perhaps be the safest course of action, yet that was something Vegeta would much rather avoid. "We want to give you the liberty of deciding so you don't feel confined to our decisions," Vegeta explained plainly, "We're trying to let you make choices as not to make you feel like you have no free will. Think of us as just passengers for the moment, we're only along to do whatever it is you pick." -------------------- Finally, dinner time! All that wandering around the city coupled with chasing Shu in the trees had worked up one hell of an appetite; Takeshi hadn't really eaten all day, so at this point he was near ready to chew his own arm off. On the walk back to the palace he swore his stomach was grumbling loud enough to echo off of the cave walls, and more than once he was tempted to just go to a nearby store and grab something to eat. The others were probably hungry as well, but neither of their stomachs were audibly grumbling. Placing a hand on his stomach Takeshi let out a groan, hanging his head as they moved along. "So hungry... I want food..." he lamented, looking at the ever approaching palace. "A nice big steak... Or a pizza... Ooooh, I miss pizza..." He was all caught up on Earth food again, what was he going to do exactly now that they were on Kaesstra? Fruit, fruit, fruit, that was probably all that would be at dinner tonight. Shu would be in heaven, Haku probably didn't care, but jeez he just wanted a nice plate of meats. Sighing softly he glanced over at Shu, narrowing his eyes before sticking out his tongue childishly. "I wouldn't be so hungry if you didn't make me chase you through half the city, you dope," Takeshi said, groaning again as his stomach grumbled, "Man... This stinks."

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Vegeta CS

Name: Vegeta

Age: 22

Appearance:

Vegeta

Abilities:

• High Intelligence: Vegeta is astoundingly bright, and as such has a vast array of knowledge. He is quite adept at anything to do with technology, and his knowledge expands to several other fields as well.
• Mechanist: If it has even a .0001% chance of working, Vegeta can get it to work. Alien or familiar, Vegeta has a knack for repairing, dismantling and scavenging machines.
• Martial Artist: Like Yumi, Vegeta has spent a good bulk of his life studying martial arts. As such he is a proficiently close quarters fighter, and has some varied knowledge of a few weapons.

Bio: His great-grandfather was one of Earth's most famous heroes, as was his grandfather. His own father was a powerful Saiyan and head of Capsule Corporation, as was his father before him. To say Vegeta had big shoes to fill was an understatement. From a young age he was pressed, albeit passively, to excel in all he did. Showing an incredible intellect from a young age he had an easy time in school, making light of classes all throughout his career as a student. His intellect didn't pertain to just the classroom either, he was quite often found in the labs with some of Capsule Corporation's brightest, tinkering with machines. Whereas his father was interested in biology he found love in machines, they were quite the dynamic pair. Tragically his parents would be taken from him by Viral, his father's very own creation. This fact however would go on unknown by Vegeta for numerous years as he was kept in the dark.

If not for his childhood friend and their mentor, Viral, Vegeta very likely would have been quite depressed. He found the companionship of those two to help him tremendously, and over the years the pain of his loss gradually lessened. When he was of age he inherited Capsule Corporation, taking charge of the operations there. Regardless of how much his father may have wished for it Vegeta could never find the passion in dictating a business. He knew how to of course, but it was too dull. His time in the labs, tinkering with machines, that was all drastically reduced due to his responsibilities. The formalities that came along with it oft made him sneak out to get away from it all, much to the chagrin of the board and his employees.

Personality: He’s a hardworking man, Vegeta, and he won’t turn down any job he’s given. That being said he also makes no qualms about letting others know if he enjoys a task or not, his enthusiasm or lack thereof plain as day. He prefers working with his hands more than anything and is highly intelligent, yet often seems aloof and never implies as such. Despite this apparent aloofness he is actually a rather considerate individual, willing to put aside his own needs for even days on end to do work for another. Something of a perfectionist, he will not cease on a task until he’s satisfied with its outcome.

All his young life, Vegeta was slated to work under his father. To learn his job, to take it up after him, to be trained by him, it was always under his shadow. As such, Vegeta yearns to distinguish himself from Aito. Where his father excels in biology and genetics, the young Saiyan has all but mastered engineering and many technological fields. He is particularly proud of his ability to create various devices, often supplying the group with their go-to tech. He is always working, always seeking to make his product just that much better, and often times succeeds. Yet it is never completely enough, and he is always striving for better.

While he loves working with is hands, there is nothing more Vegeta hates then acting as a figurehead, or busywork. He loathed his time as Capsule Corporations CEO, and revels somewhat in the fact Aito will once more take over, or so he hopes. Despite being a fairly strong fighter he has a deep seeded disdain for unnecessary violence, and especially hates the strong taking advantage of the weak. He sees it as a duty of the powerful to protect those who are in no position to do so, and as such has a special place reserved in his interpersonal hell for the likes of Yamate.

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Yumi CS

Name: Yumi

Age: 22

Appearance:

Yumi

Abilities:

• Martial Arts Expert: Yumi has trained in various forms of martial arts, and as a result is very potent at hand to hand combat.
• Enhanced Senses: Thanks to the unwilling augumentation from the Saiyans, Yumi's five senses are more sensitive than a typical human beings'.
• Empathetic Link: Unknown how it came about, Yumi can influence emotions of those around her just by being in their proximity. Likely from pheromones.

Bio: Yumi has held a lifelong fascination of martial arts, beginning at a very young age. Her grandfather was a martial arts instructor, and at the age of four she was introduced to one of his classes. While most girls her age played with dolls and played 'family', Yumi spent long hours mimicking things she had seen older students do... Or try to, at least. It was much a hobby for her growing up as it was an escape, particularly from her father. Her parents were relatively successful, enough so that their name carried a bit of weight even in a place like Capsule Corp. Despite having a comfortable life, things at home were not all smiles and sunshine. Her father was and is an alcoholic, never exactly the ideal father figure a child would want. Through her parents' friendship with Vegeta's own parents it was inevitable that she and him were to become friends. At the insistence of Vegeta's father, Aito, Yumi eventually joined a formal martial arts school alongside her new found friend.

So much time was spent practicing martial arts that it quickly became her main hobby. Even as she enrolled in school she would often take lessons afterwards, or practice alongside Vegeta. The fact she was at a disadvantage never deterred her, she continued to practice. It may have been her learning alongside a Saiyan, but soon she and Vegeta were the top of their class. Both were young when they enrolled in an adult course, and even then they were some of the best students. Her infatuation with martial arts came at the great displeasure of her father, a man who had never been shy of speaking his mind. Because of his often negative and crude behavior towards her Yumi developed a rather strong disdain of men. With the exception of a few people, Vegeta and Viral included, she had little use for the opposite sex. Her innate dislike of men and her tendency to go against the norm for girls gained her plenty of attention in her school years, mostly negative. She hardly cared though, she had what made her happy. She would eventually finish school, and lessons at her former dojo. Wanting to expand her martial arts further she began moving around East City and beyond, trying to train wherever she could.

Personality: Self-sufficient, a proud fighter and loyal, Yumi is happy to stand as an equal to some of the universe’s best fighters. Stern yet compassionate, she often ridicules others for making foolish choices or taking risks, purely out of concern for their well-being. She is supportive of those around her and pushes them to improve, often times putting their needs above her own. As such she has slipped somewhat behind the rest, and while she acknowledges this fact and it bothers her slightly she still persists in helping her friends.

Out of anything else, Yumi values those she can trust and confide in the most. Having grown up in a slightly dysfunctional home she had trouble trusting people growing up, particularly men. As she grew older and became more independent that changed, albeit she still exhibits disdain towards oppressive or otherwise unpleasant men. As of late, the one thing she desperately wants above all else is for her friends to be helped, and she yearns to see Viral returned to his former self. She has slightly romantic feelings for him, yet she still views him more as a sibling than a potential love interest.

Confident in her abilities and her strengths, Yumi stands up for what she thinks is right, even if sometimes she’s mistaken. She’s not against accepting other views and will readily change her own if convinced, and she’s happy to accommodate others. Though she isn’t a Saiyan like many of her friends she still considers herself a strong warrior, and holds her head up high whenever they fight together. When she isn’t busy saving the universe from nasty individuals she loves engrossing herself in studies of martial arts; it is her vast knowledge of different styles that she takes the greatest pride in, more so than any personal belonging.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Takeshi CS

Name: Takeshi

Age: 17

Appearance:

Takeshi

Abilities:

• Novice Swordsman: Takeshi has basic understandings of swordplay and can use it in combat.[/*]
• Arc Burst: Takeshi fires a volley of Ki blasts, all branching off in various directions. Ultimately collide in one spot and create a larger blast that sets off afterwards.
• Martial artist: Though usually too impatient to display it Takeshi has a wide knowledge of martial arts and is a good hand-to-hand combatant.
• Ki Control: Contrary to his usual sporadic attacks Takeshi has fine Ki control, able to perform complex maneuvers when flying and manipulate his energy for unique attacks, such as Arc Burst.

Bio: The older brother of Shu and one of the son's of Yamate, Takeshi has spent a great deal of his life doing less than favorable things. Brought up by a mercenary who he would later kill, he's mostly been on his own and as such can easily support himself. After being trained by Master Xing he killed the man to save a family he was trying to extort, but was labelled just as bad and forced away. After that, at only 10 years old, he managed to accrue enough money by stealing from the mercenaries and got himself a home. Living out alone he began to build resentment towards people, even more so than he had while with Xing. Labeling most of society like his former master he adopted a rather cynical outlook on humanity as a whole, not trusting or favoring them in the least.

Ever confident in his own abilities the news of the World Martial Arts tournament reached him one day, and instantly he went and registered with the intent of winning. His world was shook a little upon finding another Saiyan in attendance, having never met another one before. Unsurprisingly he and the other boy, Shu, were the finalists, and faced off for the prize money. After both technically losing the match he tried to leave in disappointment, being hounded by the younger boy all the while. Reluctantly agreeing to let the other kid stay with him and train the boy they began to form a bond, gradually but surely. The revelation of Shu being his younger brother accelerated that bond, to the point where now he is fiercely protective of the other boy.

Personality: Quick to anger, competitive yet supportive, particularly of his brother Shu. Takeshi isn’t wholly used to being around others and as such often says things out of line, whether knowingly or not. While he has a bit of an aggressive streak he has tempered his anger somewhat for the sake of those around him, and now more so than before feels guilty when he’s lost control.

Growing up as one of the most powerful fighters, or the most powerful in his limited world, he believes himself to be highly capable. This translates to battles where his friends are at risk, thinking he has the strength to keep them safe. More often than not this isn’t the case, and Takeshi often feels inadequate or guilty when someone is injured in a fight. He is very determined to become stronger, more so than Viral even, to be able to sufficiently protect the others. His limited knowledge on friendship has him believing he should be standing up for them, even if they may not necessarily want him to.

In most instances, Takeshi is sarcastic, takes things lightly and jokes around. He has a slight verbal tick of adding “you know,” to many of his sentences, something he picked up from his former Master. He absolutely loves fighting and training, and has something of an obsession when it comes to seafood. Though he often totes himself as being knowledgeable he lacks any real formal education, and becomes flustered easily when presented with problems that can’t be solved by brute force. He's not overly fond of large groups of people, and harbors something of a slight resentment towards humans, though this has waned gradually over the last year and a half.