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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

What would happen if Viral was faced with those he had killed again? Would he panic? Relapse? Or perhaps break down? Aito didn't want to cause the Beastman any further pain but if he was going to help he needed to get close. Viral had tried to run right as they appeared, and a reaction like that hardly bode well for their efforts. It could well be that Vegeta would be needed as a intermediary party, at least until Viral was comfortable enough to be with him. Though this very man had been the cause of his death prior he felt no bitterness towards him, only a sense of pride and happiness. Was the Beastman's condition poor? Most certainly, but he was very much alive and breathing. So long as Viral maintained a heartbeat there was hope, and Aito would do absolutely everything within his power to see his health improve.

"You weak? Calling you weak would be like calling my greatest success a failure. Well, second greatest," Aito replied, smiling as he retracted his hand. Quite obviously things were not going to go as smoothly as he had hoped, which only meant that it would take a little more time than anticipated. "With all due respect Viral I underestimated you before. I never thought that you could do what you did, or that you ever would. I didn't expect the attack and so I never fought back. But I can most certainly tell you this much," he began, his smile waning slightly, "I have no intentions of dying again. At least, not by your hand. I will sooner subdue you than I will fall victim, especially because that would be giving those bastards what they wanted again." Not exactly the most cheerful of reunion speeches, was it? While he felt no hatred or disdain towards Viral there was plenty of it towards the RRA. He knew what had happened, he had been informed by King Kai after a while and that loathing had simmered for so long. Now that he was alive it was boiling, but he couldn't go out seeking revenge. Priorities first, Viral needed to be seen to.

"But I digress, we're not here to listen to me curse my former co-workers or try and intimidate you. I know better, you'd never step down so easily," Aito said with a laugh, folding his hands behind his back, "Please, do try to relax. There's a lot we have to do and I would rather get to it sooner than later. As it stands your condition is very precarious, perhaps nearing the point of total genetic failure. If your body degrades any further then we'll have to take far more drastic measures than simple treatments, so I imagine I don't need to stress enough how we should be getting right to work." First and foremost he'd have to speak with Vegeta, learn all he had done in regards of curing Viral and work from there. He would give his son credit for trying to help with this, but the work that went into the Beastman was likely far above what Vegeta was ready to handle. He would like this conversation between them to be much more pleasant, but he needed to convey the importance of getting to work.

Yumi didn't quite know what to say to Aito or June, finding a lump in her throat every time she tried to speak. These two were like parents to her and she had spent more time with them than her own; it was every bit a reunion for Vegeta and Viral as it was for her. Much to her chagrin after June had finished seeing to Vegeta the woman turned her attention on her, though she waved off any shows of affection for now. She wanted to catch up and everything, she did, but right now Viral needed a helping hand. Like T'charrl she could get a vague sense of what the Beastman was feeling and it wasn't good in the slightest. With her friend preoccupied by Aito she got a little closer, reaching up and placing a hand on the spot between his shoulder blades on his back. Giving a small smile she tried to convey a sense of calm, thinking it, calming herself, simply willing it, whatever made it work. It was pretty unlikely she figured anything serious would happen, but she could see just how unsettled Viral was and she wasn't crazy about it at all.

The War for Baji (open)

Everyone ganging up on me ;o; Fine. But Tetsuya is going to retain some dignity... Right?

The War for Baji (open)

He's a guard guys, he's all big and strong, not some boy toy! I'm super cereal! ;o;

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W-What...? o.o

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I'm going to have to say ditto on this one. Getting married and settling down is probably one of the furthest things from Tetsuya's mind right now.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Takeshi was blown away by how big the dragon was, really not having anything to say as he was too busy gaping at it in awe. Jeez, and he thought Shenron was big! For such a massive thing it was awfully patient with them, again in contrast to Shenron who always had sounded like he had better things to be doing. This was all neat and all but boy was it confusing, especially trying to listen to what Eri was saying. He was certain the Namekians weren't pulling one over on them but damn if he couldn't understand a word being said; scouters would be quite helpful right now but no one had figured to bring them along. With the first wish made he watched as the streaks of light raced across the pitch black sky, figuring they had to be all of the Namekians who were killed by the monsters. Well good, he was glad that these people were going to get to come back, it would feel kind of lousy if they got off happy while the natives were left upset. Finally their wishes were seen too, with the only words that Takeshi could even pick out in all of that being Aito and June's names. Holding his breath in anticipation he looked around when the wish was made, waiting for something to happen. He hadn't noticed the two lights coming down and jumped a bit when they hit the ground, looking over in amazement as two figures began to appear.

Vegeta's heart was pounding like mad inside of his chest right now, he could barely think and he felt like he could barely breathe. This was it, his parents were coming back after so many years. Before he had been thinking solely of what it would mean to Viral, how it would guarantee the Beastman's health and well being; now that the moment was finally at hand he began to feel quite anxious himself. What should he say? Should he even say anything? Maybe he should go over and embrace them though that seemed a bit much, yet it felt wrong to just stand here. Watching as two figures swiftly descended from the sky he waited for the light to fade, eyes growing wide when he could finally see who was there. No doubt about it, those were his parents, exactly as he remembered them. Odd to think of them as his parents, in a way, given they were both only a little over a decade older than he was now. Still, they were his parents, the two people he'd lost at such a young age and was now being reunited with. Smiling nervously he watched as they began to gather their surroundings, much too nervous to react at the moment.

Where was this? It wasn't a world that June recognized as it certainly wasn't Earth. It seemed like it almost, but the grass was unusually colored and the sky as well. Coming back to life sure threw you through a loop and her head was a little light right now, trying to gather her thoughts and get her bearings. It wasn't until a moment after arriving that she noticed the group gathered around the area, and namely Vegeta at the forefront. There was someone else too, someone who was barely recognizable to her. Viral? The hair looked the same but the rest of him...

"Vegeta? Viral?" June called hopefully, a wide smile crossing her lips. Unable to help herself she ran across the clearing, going immediately for her son first. Grabbing Vegeta up in a hug she let out a happy laugh, spinning him before placing him back down and placing her hands on his cheeks. How long had it been? Years she knew but she'd tried not counting, and yet her little toddler had somehow grown into a young man. A mixture of pride and sorrow set on her in a seconds notice, her eyes welling up as she shook her head and took Vegeta into a hug again.

"Oh my baby... I missed you so much..." June whispered, smiling tearfully as she was given an embrace in turn, "You've grown into such a young man, I'm so happy to see that. I guess this means I won't have to change you anymore!" she added, laughing as she pulled back and wiped tears away with the heel of her hand.

So this was Namek then...? Hm, he'd always wanted to come here before but never had the chance, and now he was finally visiting the world albeit not in the way he'd imagined. It was nice, but he could hardly be sightseeing right now. Watching as June went rushing over to Vegeta, Aito too felt a strong urge to join them yet there was something else he had to do. There was another person in this group who needed him, perhaps more than his own son did. Though he had changed quite a bit since they last spoke Aito could easily recognize Viral, and seeing him try to leave was awfully disappointing. Smiling sympathetically he began walking after the Beastman, making no rush as he didn't want to upset Viral.

"Don't run away... We've only just gotten here," Aito called, smiling as he got closer, "Or do I smell bad and that's scaring you off? Sorry, I suppose I haven't showered in quite a while." Chuckling to himself he finally managed to get closer to the Beastman, thanks much in part to Yumi's intervention. Ah, that's right, she had changed as well hadn't she? So much was different from before and it was quite difficult to remain composed right now. Taking a deep breath Aito tried to clear his head, nodding in appreciation to Yumi before refocusing his gaze on Viral. Still alive, thank goodness, though even just at a glance he could tell how out of order things were. A sudden, jolting transformation like this could only be the result of his body being unable to balance the powers within him, as each seemed to be erratically trying to manifest itself all at once. A problem, yes, but nothing that couldn't be helped.

"Viral... I'm so glad we could make it back in time, I hope you'll forgive us for taking so long," Aito said, extending a hand out to the Beastman, "Well, I suppose we came as quickly as we could. I'm very proud of you for managing to hold on for so long, but your suffering is over. I'm going to see to that personally."

The War for Baji (open)

If the kitsune woman should deny his request then Tetsuya would find an alternative, he would hardly place all of his bets on this one chance. That being said it would be far more convenient if she agreed, goodness knows it would save him a ton of trouble. Keeping bowed as he awaited an answer he dared not get his hopes up, knowing there was no reason for his request to be accepted. Surprisingly enough he was given the chance to join them, looking up in slight surprise as he was given clear directions. Well that went without saying, he was here as an extension of Lord Shima himself and knew full well his actions would reflect on his Lord. The Neko would never dream of doing anything to shame the man, so he would be on his absolute best behavior, that went without saying.

"Thank you very much, I appreciate your courtesy," Tetsuya said, smiling as he righted himself. How odd that he should be thanking a traveler for their courtesy, he really should be thanking the guards of Ru for having no issues with it. Ah, and so he had misunderstood the kitsune it seemed, he hadn't thought of her as being the princess' teacher. Interesting, he wondered what he might be teaching Eri, though it hardly felt appropriate to ask such things. "And I'm sure your Grandmother is a wonderful woman. There is nothing wrong with serving one's family." That was in effect what he was doing even now, even as he was carrying out Lord Shima's orders. Seeing everyone preparing to move out again Tetsuya fell in line with some guards, a little relieved no one tried to take his weapon from him.

So the manor was outside of the town itself, that would explain why he'd been unable to find the place. Lord Shima's home was easily accessible inside of Shima and so he had assumed other places were similar, but evidently not. This was certainly more secretive than Lord Shima's too, hidden amongst the trees as it was. It struck Tetsuya as a bit odd how everyone here seemed prepared for battle and yet Lady Ru was still hidden away. If they hid her then why must everyone be ready to fight? Unless someone knew specifically where the manor was he couldn't see the need for an entire town to take up arms, not when the invaders would be able to find the Lady. Then again he supposed there was nothing wrong with caution either, and it never hurt to have a few more arms to protect someone important.

Though the manor was far from grand in size it more than made up for it in appearance. The polished stone floors and walkways gave a sense of high worth, and everything from the walls to the timbers supporting the roof seemed to be finely crafted. Even the weapons holstered in the racks, no doubt used for the servants, were impressive in their appearance. This could be one benefit of a smaller home, you had more money to make what little you had seem nicer. It was certainly nicer in Tetsuya's eyes than any massive castle, he always felt like those were just unnecessary and a waste of space. Lord Shima had a moderately large home, but hardly what he would call excessive. Having passed through the entryway to the manor grounds the group was finally brought to a halt, one of the guards giving them instructions on where to wait for the Lady to arrive. Easy enough, it wasn't as though any of them had anywhere else to be until after this meeting anyways. Nodding gratefully to the guard he smiled a little, taking a glance around the area and examining it a bit more closely. When he heard a voice speak out his ears perked up, turning his head curiously and blinking seeing who he could only assume to be the princess.

That was the princess... Right? She didn't really look the part, as her outfit made her look much more like a shrine maiden. As far as nobility went he was used to extravagant, flashy clothes to show position, not something as simple as this. Even the kitsune was dressed better than the princess, and that struck Tetsuya as a bit odd. Having been staring he didn't even realize that the girl was looking back at him, feeling quite embarrassed as he looked away, clearing his throat and shifting his feet a bit. How rude of him to stare, he should probably apologize for that. Turning to do such a thing he frowned in confusion when the princess had come closer to him, his jaw dropping slightly as she began to bow to him instead.

"W-What...? You're... Apologizing? To me?" Tetsuya asked, sounding rather confused by the sight. She was a princess, why was she apologizing to a guard like that? It was like she'd done him some horrible wrong with how frantic she was, it was kind of embarrassing to see. Feeling awkward over having nobility doing this his face heated up, looking around at the other guards before smiling meekly. "It's um... It's fine, no harm done. Please, you don't have to do that for me," the Neko responded, bowing his head slightly, "Thank you for your consideration though. And it's an honor to meet you princess." If Lady Ru wanted to come out right now he'd be fine with that, it felt so weird speaking to someone so important so casually.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Upon seeing all seven Dragonballs gathered together Vegeta's eyes lit up, feeling quite excited for what was to come. There was a faint interest in seeing the Namekian dragon he supposed, but moreover he was thrilled for what their wishes would bring them. Thrilled, and frankly a bit terrified. He had not considered the repercussions that bringing his parents back might cause but now that it was within reach it couldn't help but circulate in his mind. How would they explain it to everyone back on Earth? Would things work out or would there be problems? On the borderline of anxiety and elation he just wanted to get the wishes underway, looking across to the Elder in hopes they might do just that. He hoped by insisting they begin he wasn't coming across as pushy, and he knew that these wishes were just as important for the Namekians too. Vegeta didn't know how many lives had been lost but then the number didn't quite count, the fact someone had died was all that mattered. By the looks of it the duty would fall to Eri, the selfsame Namekian who had just healed all of their injuries. They were really going to owe this child quite a debt of gratitude, and all of these people for that matter. He didn't know how they would repay these kindnesses, but Vegeta would be damned if he didn't at least do something for them.

Eri was feeling very good about himself today, pleased to have helped so many. All of the warriors who had protected Namek were now healthy again, save perhaps for the Frost Demon. He knew stories of their kind, of the tyrant Frieza that had attacked their planet and destroyed Old Namek, but then that didn't much matter to him. This one was not the same monster who had attacked them before and he couldn't outright hate Kiton over something his predecessors had done. Even with no personal resentment however he was made to hold back on the healing, just as a precaution as no one could be sure what he might do. Having been watching the Frost Demon sympathetically Eri hadn't paid much mind to the Dragonballs, only finally tearing away his focus when the Elder began to speak. There were a few Namekians present at current and yet it was going to fall to him to summon Porunga? Had he heard that correctly? Blinking in surprise the young Namekian managed a smile, looking down sheepishly as he shifted about. What an honor, to be allowed to summon their beloved dragon. He would do his absolute best, everyone was counting on him.

"Thank you Elder, I'll summon him right away!" Eri responded, smiling as he approached the gathered Dragonballs. Standing before them he swallowed nervously, reaching his hands out over them and inhaling before loudly reciting the words needed for the ritual. "Takorok, pal-Porunga, pol pori pyro!" Immediately there was no response from the Dragonballs and for a moment Eri worried he had done something wrong? Those were the words weren't they? He'd been taught them several times over so he should know them, so why wasn't anything happening? Staring down uneasily as a wind blew across the open ground he almost started to chant again, instead gasping and stumbling back a bit as the Dragonballs lit up. With a pulsating light the sky quickly darkened, the air seeming to become thick with energy as the pulsating quickened. Then, in a single brilliant flash a pillar of light burst skywards from the Dragonballs, beginning to twist and turn as the dragon itself took shape. For the most part it looked much like Shenron from Earth, but as the spiral reached its peak the light quickly expanded, the torso and head of the dragon being vastly wider and bulkier than his Earthen counterpart. After a few tense moments the dragon finally appeared in earnest, towering well over everyone as it stared down at the group below, his red eyes holding everyone in a single gaze easily.

"Woah... He's fricken huge!" Takeshi mumbled, staring upwards in amazement, "Like... Way huge! Bigger than Shenron!" Who knew the dragons would be so different? He'd honestly expected to see Shenron again seeing as even Earth's Dragonballs were still Namekian, yet apparently there were two different dragons. Who would have thought? This was pretty awesome, and by now he was trembling with excitement at what was to come. They were going to be bringing Vegeta's folks back soon, and all the Namekians that had died fighting those monsters. Everything about this whole situation was great, he was practically bursting at the seams in anticipation. Glancing over at Shu he smiled amused, wondering just how baffled the little guy must be. Or T'charrl for that matter, as at least Shu had seen Shenron.

"You have collected all seven Dragonballs, and now, as it is written, think wisely and I will grant you three wishes within my power." Porunga said, his voice so loud it almost felt like everything shook as he spoke. His voice was deep and commanding, yet his tone wasn't one that imposed any kind of threat or real urgency. He was here for the Namekians, after all, and he would do as was asked of him so long as one of their own made the request.

"R-Right... Um... Our first wish..." Eri stammered, feeling extremely nervous as he looked up at Porunga. First things first, he needed to bring back all of their kin who had been slain, that much was obvious. Smiling uneasily he lifted his hands up towards the dragon, projecting his youthful voice as loudly as he could. "Porunga! Sei do por, de na Porunga do nas su! Do fas so lun tri lanku!" The heroes wouldn't have any idea whatsoever what was just wished for and that was fine, they didn't need to. This wish was solely for their people and so long as the Namekians were aware of it that was all that was needed. After voicing his wish there was a brief silence, as though the dragon was contemplating the wish. Then finally after a few brief moments of waiting...

"Your wish has been heard and it shall be granted!" Porunga responded, his eyes glowing brighter as he began to channel his power. To revive all of those recently killed was easy enough, he would have that done within moments. By finding their souls and their bodies left behind, however little, he was able to rejoin the two and reform the deceased. Streaks of light would shoot across the sky as people returned from Otherworld, scattering all over the planet to their respective homes. It only took a little over a minute, but with that through the first wish had been successfully granted.

"The Namekians lost today have been restored, and all are home safely. Now, young one, what is your second wish?"

Eri beamed excitably at how easy that had been, glancing over at the Elder with a look of pure elation as his hands balled into fists. Wow, the dragon really was powerful, he made it look so easy. Of course even he as a child understood the gravity of what was being done and why the Dragonballs were sacred and to be protected. But now was not the time to be getting into the philosophy and implications of this magic, there were wishes to be made.

"Friends, what are the names of those we'll be reviving?" Eri asked, smiling as he turned back to the group.

"Aito and June," Vegeta responded quickly, his mouth twitching into a nervous smile as he spoke, "And... Can you bring them here? To Namek?"

Bringing them to Namek? That didn't sound too complicated, and thanks to the Elder's wisdom Eri knew exactly how to carry out the next two wishes. Turning back to Porunga he raised his arms again, fighting back a smile as he tried to maintain a respectful seriousness with the great being.

"Porunga! Yen do gi sen, mase dere Aito ten June! Do fas so lun tri lanku! Ten... Kor do ael Namek he shi por!" Hopefully he could make two wishes at once, though even if he couldn't it would be easy enough to ask again. Waiting eagerly for the response he let the dragon do what was needed, squirming slightly where he stood as they all awaited an answer.

"Understood. I will bring back the ones called Aito and June, and I will bring them to Namek." To do such a thing their souls had to be moved to a different station, a task that took Porunga all of a few seconds to accomplish. Once that was handled his eyes glowed red once more, letting out a low growl as he focused his power and began moving their souls across the planes. As with the Namekians before there were faint lights in the sky, only two this time as both raced across the black canvas above. Both lights sped towards where they were all gathered, and once overhead they appeared to pause for a moment before shooting down suddenly, landing not too far from the group in a sudden landing. As with how the dragon himself had appeared there was a bright glow as the lights landed, but gradually the light would fade, giving way to first silhouettes of figures within the light. Finally, when the light completely vanished two figures were left standing in its wake, a man and a woman. Having fulfilled those two last wishes the sky began to brighten once more, Porunga giving a satisfied "hmph" before looking down at the group.

"Your wishes have been granted, and my service to you is done. Until next time... Farewell." Glowing with a bright light as before the dragon began to fade, first in a brilliant burst of light that seemed to dissipate altogether, leaving nothing but particles of energy left behind. One by one the Dragonballs then lifted into the air, loosing their sheen gradually and turning more to stone than mystic orb. Once at a moderately high elevation each of the seven shot off into various directions, racing across the area and vanishing over the horizons.

The War for Baji (open)

I getsa meet a princess? *o*

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Namekian Village, One Hour Later...

Gathering up the Dragonballs had not taken any remarkable length of time, and within half an hour the first two were brought back to the village. Not long thereafter the third showed itself, and the fourth and the fifth shortly after that. The waiting around was a bit painful for everyone involved, as being so close to achieving their goal yet being just off was agonizing. Gods only knew how Viral must have felt, knowing that his salvation could come flying over the horizon any moment now. The one positive to the waiting perhaps was everyone was seen to for medical attention, even those who had claimed they didn't need any. Soreness from wounds would persist, but any open wounds were now closed and people were washed up. For the next twenty or so minutes everyone sat off by the shuttle, away from the curious Namekians who were continually trying to take peeks at what was going on. By now the locals knew wishes were going to be made, but that wasn't the reason behind their prying; these strangers had saved their world, so just who were they? And who was the odd looking one? The Elder had been quite clear about giving privacy and so they would, but that hardly sated their want to know.

Takeshi was glad to be able to at least move around again, and just as well too. They had gone from sitting around while waiting through negotiations to now sitting around and waiting for the Dragonballs to show up, it was driving him nuts. He had even offered to go and help search for the Dragonballs once better but had been shot down promptly; the Namekians knew all of the hiding places so it made sense for them to go and fetch the orbs. Sure, he supposed that was true, but he could have at least tagged along. What if there were more of those monsters out there? The locals might need a bodyguard and he was itching to up his kill count, having been totally overshadowed by Viral and T'charrl. Evidently there was no further danger though as every Namekian made it back unscathed, and before long they had six of the seven Dragonballs gathered. Still pacing back and forth in his spot he let out a sigh, looking at the pile and wondering how long the last one might be. Just what were Vegeta's folks really like anyways? He'd met them briefly before, but it was pretty hard to get a sense of what they were like just from that. It'd be kind of neat to meet them, though Takeshi figured once they got here it was all right to business getting Viral healthy again.

"I can't thank you enough sir, honestly. This is just... Thank you..." Yumi was feeling quite excited herself right now, and also pretty emotionally drained. Everything they had been doing up until now was culminating into this and at long last Viral was going to be healthy again. One of her closest friends, her mentor, someone she'd been unable to do much for these last few months, he was finally going to get back to his old self. There was obviously the road to recovery still to come, and in that likely a bunch of tests, treatments and long periods spent being stared at under a microscope. Aito would knew what to do, she was sure of that, but she couldn't be so certain the treatment would be all too kind. What needed to be done would be done, it would be more a matter of whether or not Viral could handle the treatments. No, she couldn't think that something might go wrong, everything had to go right from here on out. Shaking her head Yumi managed to smile again, glancing over at the Beastman and reaching out, simply laying a hand on his shoulder and giving it a small pat. How was he feeling right now, she wondered? She could try prying but that seemed rude, hopefully he was at least a little happy for this.

Vegeta had managed to remain still during the entirety of the wait, even while internally he was feeling much more like Takeshi was looking. His parents were actually coming back, after over a decade without them he would see both his mother and father again. With their impending arrival now perhaps only an hour away he was beginning to really appreciate the weight of what was going to happen. What would he say? What could he say? He'd lived the majority of his childhood and young adult life without them and now suddenly they were coming back, just like that? Even he couldn't guess how he would act when the moment arrived, though he'd try his best to remain composed. Staring down at the ground as he waited for time to pass by, and it did painfully slowly, he perked up a bit feeling an incoming energy. Lifting his head he looked towards the East, eyes immediately locking onto a figure approaching in the distance. At long last it was the final Dragonball, and the leader of the trio from before was the one to have fetched it. Honestly, the lengths that these people were going to in order to help achieve their wish, words couldn't ever sufficiently express their gratitude. Watching as the Namekian landed he smiled nervously, shifting his weight before swallowing back a hard lump in his throat.

"Well that's all seven... Far faster than I'd imagined..." Vegeta remarked, lowering his hands as he watched the Dragonballs be placed together. This was it, finally time to make their wishes. He couldn't get too ahead of himself however, there was more to making a wish on Namek than there was on Earth, and simply calling for the dragon wouldn't do. At least, not in the common language. He certainly didn't speak Namekian and he was positive no one else in their group did either which meant one of the locals needed to carry out the task. Taking his gaze from the Dragonballs he addressed the Elder with a curious glance, wondering just who he had in mind to do the job.