Super Secret Mission! -Yunzabit Heights (Mission)

[Haku]

The saiyan Headquarters mark the top of the skyline overseeing Rad City with insurmountable floors which could not be bothered to count. Up between the middle and infinity, there was a saiyan boy fiddling with an old device he had found during his most recent missions. He was taking a break from a hard day's work. Usually, if he weren't out on a mission, his father would train him to further hone his abilities; but his father was out and he didn't have anything to do either, so he took the time to inspect his new toy. He pressed on the tiny buttons, making the LCD pixelated black figure move around the screen. Two black figures move left and right, with the goal of rescuing jumping citizens from a tall and burning building. The saiyan narrowed his eyes and peered at the fading letters at the top right corner of the device which read "Game & Walk".


"What a boring piece of junk," he commented, discarding the sturdy object and tossing it aside. After-all, not only was there a single game in it, but it's objective was to 'save' people, there simply wasn't enough violence to quell the child's boredom. "Human toys are so stupid..." he said.

The grey device prattled beside him against the bench he was sitting on and fell through the open space in-between the jointed white seats. Haku gazed out the wide window which constituted the entire outer wall of the building in every floor.  He didn't know how high up he was, but it was definitely high enough to appreciate the dividing line between high civilisation and the slums; the remains left of the old world which he knew nothing about -nor cared.

His attention was soon snapped by a broadcast though. It was about the monthly extraction of human children. Haku couldn't understand why the king would waste his time on such unworthy creatures. They were a lack of resources and time, but he certainly enjoyed having them work under his iron fist; whether it meant serving him his food or feeding it to him -and saiyans eat, ALOT. His overall demeanour on the whole broadcast was of utter indifference. It was the same thing as always, until...

Hakusai shot to his feet and approached the television as close as his little body could, considering it was bolted to the wall. Dilated eyes slanted with joy on the screen, his mouth quivered into a slight curl of delight as the human planted the heel of his foot on the fatso's face. It was a long time since he had witnessed such exhilarating action. Being so strong, it was rare to have small outbreaks of humans defying their power, so rare it was, so monotonous his life that he almost caught himself considering the possibility of leading his own rebellion just to have some fun away from his daily life. He waited patiently, expecting the saiyans to overwhelm the human, but he would have never expected such mesmerising blue wave of energy expelling from his hands and overpowering the saiyans. Tsk! 

"How pitiful," he thought, "saiyans losing to mere humans, good thing they wont be around to dishonour us any longer..."

The light show was over, and just a quickly, Haku was sporting his impartial facade. The small boy turned from the TV and began walking away in search of more interesting activities which didn't involve saving pitiful humans from such a mundane threat as burning buildings.

[Tenshu]

After what was clearly another mundane mission, Kal made his way lazily down the stairs from the upper floor of the building. His eyes could hardly keep track of the world around him they were burning so badly. What he could really use was a nap. Each step brought him closer to that goal of resting his eyes for just a bit. The next floor was a lounge of sorts where the saiyans came to eat and rest in between their hard fought assignments. Kal couldnt have wanted sleep more in his life. Though that was a bit of an exaggeration. The man always slept. At the ripe age of 17 its virtually all he ever wanted to do. Relaxing under a shady tree, or by a nice burning pile of ash was nice, and Kal could see himself doing that pretty well. Destroying the city of some god forsaken planet, and then taking a nap next to the smell of burning flesh. A little sadistic perhaps but it was his job, and he was damn good at it. Though you wouldnt know it from looking at him, his body was in no way large. The kid was scrawny although he was rather tall.

His only other job was to personally tudor a few kids around the city. With saiyans fighting at such a young age it was no surprise that a good tudor was needed, and although not many people would call Kal good, few of them would argue otherwise. He came highly recommended by General Broc, and that assurance was all they needed. His most recent assignment was just another Rad brat, he could hardly remember the kids name. Finding a row of chairs planted firmly against the wall Kal saw his opportunity, practically falling into the set of chairs he found his place to nap. His comfort level however was tested by the sharp pain in his neck. Reaching between the seats he found a small box, still lit up from earlier game play. Looking at it for a minutes and laughing a short chuckle he set it back down next to him on the ground.

"Retro man"

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, the lazy saiyan warrior was already drifting off into a world of sleep, nothing could possibly pull him from the joyous slumber he was about to partake in. A long bumpy pod ride, a twelve hour mission, and an equally bumpy ride home left Kal even more wiped than usual. His mind finally began to drift away, slowly accepting the serenity of silence.

[Haku]

Haku stopped to witness Kal practically throwing himself at the benches. Lazy bum, he thought. The only way someone could possibly feel comfortable lying on chairs like those, would imply you were someone like Kal. Haku stared at him from afar for what seemed like a full minute. His brown tail twirled behind him playfully as he rested his hand over the clear glass window. He stared out briefly, promptly deciding there was nothing else to do whether he decided to go out or not. His fingers slid across the glass gently and he walked up to the lazy saiyan now going through his fifth dream. Haku kneeled down beside the bench. blocking the sun's rays and casting his shadow over the saiyan. He stared at Kal without making a sound. His black coal pools gazed aloof with barely a foot between them, waiting for the man to notice his presence and open his eyes. Kal would certainly feel frightened -if only for a split second- as he would soon discover one of his favourite pupils were standing right in front of him. If the mere shadow of the boy hadn't awoken him from slumber, perhaps the tickling long strands of hair which were led astray by the fan would do the trick; guided by the sagaciously discreet wind, his hair strands traveled to the nose and trickled it.

By the time the man had finally opened his eyes, Haku would at last speak. "I'm bored," he would say in that same ever changing impartial and monotonous tone. Obviously, he was expecting his tutor to entertain him somehow, whether it meant teaching him a new super secret technique or riding over a unicycle while juggling human heads across the street. Hakusai was known for being quite mature among those of his age, but even he had child-like urges such as keeping busy with fun toys and games; unfortunately for Kal, 'Game & Walk' wasn't one of them. He was also known for being nonchalant in mostly everything he does, but many have seen -especially Kal- just how excited he can get right before a battle was about to start. He was a sadistic boy and those who hadn't known yet would soon learn better.

His brown saiyan armour clacked as he stood up from his crouched position, his shadow growing along with his stature Kal would sense a grim vibe as little Haku grimaced at the saiyan. "Get up already, I'm bored..."

His arms crossed over his chest impatiently and his tail whipped about behind him; the saiyan way of tapping their feet on the ground expectantly. Like many saiyans, Haku was hot-tempered and selfish. That demanding and choleric expression became evident with every passing minute. Kal wouldn't want him to go on one of his famous tantrums. The quiet ones were always the most dangerous...

[Tenshu]

It would take a moment for Kal to even realize that he was being watched. His ability to sleep through anything was legendary among the ranks of the other saiyans, the sound of Haku's voice however brought him cleanly out of his realm of comfortably lethargy, and returned him to the harsh reality that was Haku's plaything. His nose twitching from the mullets fallen entanglement he sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes with one hand while propping his elbow up with the other.

"Heeey little man"

He said, yawning as he spoke. Haku was certainly his least favorite of the saiyan children, not because he was any more annoying when it came to the constant need to play, but because he genuinely was a gifted child. Though his parents were middle class, the kid was naturally talented and it was recognized by those around him. Eight year olds didn't go on mission's higher than the basic and easier ones, yet Haku had been on far more dangerous encounters. Hell Broc himself had referenced Haku before in passing conversation, especially to Kal considering his unfortunately close relationship with the boy. Perhaps it was simply that he was considered at about the same level as an intermediate warrior, when everyone else had to work their way up to it.

His disdain for the child however wasn't great enough to actually hate him. As a matter of fact he still liked all the children he worked with. Children were different from the adults that Kal had to work with, he truly hated them. Always jeering at others as if they were somehow above them in stature. Sure Kal had the same arrogance as any saiyan, but he was genuinely disgusted by the brutish behavior of some. Being the best, and acting like an idiot were not the same thing, and children still knew that. They may have still acted like idiots, but many of them were too young to be arrogant. Again this was likely why he had a problem with Haku...because Haku had no problem understanding how good he was.

"Bored? Well hell what do you expect me to do about it"

He said rolling into a sitting up position and poking his hand forward into the boy's abdomen. He liked to remind the children that although they seemed tough, no matter how tough they thought they were, they were all still ticklish. A nifty lesson for anyone too high and mighty to learn. Any man who could be tickled, could be humbled, and Haku could certainly be tickled. Not over doing it he would lean back after the light poke and yawn one more time, giving Haku a good chance to respond before revealing what he had planned. As it turned out his nap was going to be short anyway, he had already received his next assignment, and Haku was in it.

[Haku]

Haku's tail shifted pleasantly left and right to have the man heeding his words. Kal was an odd man, he wouldn't wear any shirts and seemed to enjoy painting his body. The boy scrutinized the man from head to toe as if looking for some kind of novelty, but it was all the same as always. He wondered why Kal's picture hadn't faded from his torso yet, there was a skull in the center and odd markings over his arms; perhaps he repainted them after a period of time to keep them fresh. Haku had suspicions that it would damage his skin soon enough -but still, he couldn't help but admire how cool Kal looked, especially with the shades. He always wanted to put them on and see what it felt like but always kept himself serious.

His hands wailed to the sides as the saiyan playfully rammed his head onto the boy's chest. The little hair remaining at his forehead caressed his skin so subtly it triggered his funny spots. Haku's cheeks puffed as he attempted to suppress the laughter and remain as stoic as saiyanly possible. He was a warrior! There was no time for laughing unless it was directed at others! Or so was the thought, but his body was sending another message entirely. The boys face was lit up like fire and his lips finally split under the pressure of the air pushing out of his mouth. Hahahaha! he laughed, pushing away Kal's head with his small hands, but his mighty strength escaped him and was now in the mercy of the tickler.

"Stop that!" he finally managed as the saiyan abated and pulled back. Haku instantly put on his angry face the moment his nervous system stopped controlling his actions and looked away with his arms crossed. HM! he pouted. His tail cut the comedy, wrapping itself sharply around his waist like he had seen grown-ups do.

"Train me," he responded. "Father is out and I have nothing to do; Therefore," he turned to look at Kal again, "it's your responsibility to keep me busy and productive." Hakusai smiled at his witty remarks. He was sure that Kal, as a grown-up, could not deny a child's desire to be active. He couldn't possibly sit around watching as the boy slowly became a lazy vagabond, or so he thought; sometimes Haku forgot who he was talking to. He'll be damned if the saiyan did anything during his pass-time other than eat and sleep, if he kept up the attitude he'd become fat -like the one Haku saw getting beaten up by a human just minutes ago.

[Tenshu]

Kal couldn't help but crack a smile at Haku's provoked laughter.There were very few saiyans capable of working with children without abusing them, and Kal was clearly one of them. Kindness was not lost entirely by the saiyan race, at least not towards each other. To suggest that an entire race of people were brutish and ignorant to the emotions of others was fool hearty, but still few knew how to communicate with children. Kal himself still felt like a child so it was rather easy to talk with them.

"Training? That sounds a little boring"

He said rolling to face the seat cushions, hiding his diabolical smile. He already knew exactly what Haku was going to do, his feathers would get all ruffled from being ignored, and would likely protest. Little did he know that Haku actually already had an assignment, one that he was allowed to take a student on. His other students were no where near Haku's ability, so it was only right that he be the one chosen for the task. After giving Haku a minute to stew over what he had said the teen would roll his head back and continue speaking.

"Well...I guess I could take you on that secret mission I just got assigned but...well little man you probably wouldn't like it. It might be dangerous and all. Why don't you go play that nifty game over there, its a lot safer"

Sitting back up and stretching his arms out it became clear that the tattoo's were all congruent to each other. The skull in the center had hair streaming up the tip of Kal's chest. His arm's appeared to be spits of fire coming from the skull, and though Haku couldn't see it, down Kal's legs finished off the masterpiece with lightning. On his back was a continuation of the skull, it was cracked in the back with a rather large serpant crawling out of it.

[Haku]

Haku was baffled by Kal's remark. BORING!? he thought. Is he even saiyan? How could anyone think training is boring? The thought itself gave the boy enough pump to walk around with a high head for months. Every minute spent training meant their power improved that much, and the more power he had in his arsenal, the more he can flash it in people's faces and point out the fact that he was special somehow. It there was anything this little boy had to look forward to after a hard day's work -it was people's praise. He liked being spoiled and told how good he was, it stirred his feverish ego and self-satisfaction. No, there was simply no other cognitive reason for training. Whoever trained, trained because they desired power. And whoever wanted power, meant they yearned for the luxury of showing it off like a new sports-car.

"Hey!" he protested, just as Kal foresaw. His hands balled into fists and stuck down to his sides as he looked down on the lazy saiyan. "Don't ignore me!" he said, "I told you to train me!"

Angry energies coursed through his veins as a slight gust of wind spiraled up around him. His mullet almost seemed as if it would stick out like a cats fur and briefly rose a few inches apart from his back as if imitating a certain transformation which had yet to be rediscovered. The most noticeable feat. of little Haku was most definitely his long and flamboyant hair. It was like a retro version of King Raditz. The locks of hair were small and shorter, but it made up for it with its voluminous greed. It consisted of three different sections: the top, with its short upward strokes; the dotted and trimmed sides, finally branching down into the long mullet ending just above the waistline.

The ephemeral rise of uncontrollable energy was broken just as fast as a child's mood changed. "Secret Mission!?" he retorted, wide-eyed with avarice and overwhelming eagerness in his eyes. Haku was flabbergasted by the man's remark. The moment the word 'danger' left his lips the boy was immediately interested -no, from the moment he said 'secret' and 'mission' in the same sentence. Differentiation was a wonderful thing and a very good tool for making people feel special. To think there was a mission only they would know about and that only they could do, it was all he ever wanted! But, of course, right when the boy seemed to be about to burst with joy and everlasting excitement, his poker-face took the stage. Haku kicked the stupid game away and watched it spin around and slide across the room. It was a sturdy game, it's design almost as boring as the game itself -not to mention the bogus who invented it.

"Well," he said looking over his nails and blowing over them, feigning disinterest, "maybe if you told me what this is all about I might be willing to help you..."

[Tenshu]

"Gee you mean it"

He replied with a solid grin. Obviously Haku was interested, hell the kid had been begging for harder mission's for months now. Kal had wanted to take a brief nap beforehand, but it certainly wouldn't be the first time he went on a mission without any sleep. The man was a saiyan elite, and they didn't get where they were by getting to take naps all the time -though expertly sneaking one in was not beyond him-. Standing up and bending over at the waist to stretch his back out Kal explained their mission. It wasn't all that secret, most of the upper class saiyans had seen it on the quest log, but Haku would not have been granted that level of access, so he explained in detail what they would be doing.

"A space ship landed here a few hours ago. We have tried to contact it, but it seems to be refusing our efforts, we believe that makes it hostile. We have to go and investigate."

Actually they believed this meant that it was a piece of abandoned space tech ready for salvage, or that they were primitive life forms not capable of communication, or unable to understand the saiyan's adapted english language. Never the less the more interesting he could make it sound, the easier the trip would be for him. Haku complaining about tech salvage was the last thing he needed. Surely the boy was to young to understand the importance of recovering as much technology as they could from foreign figures. Either way he knew this would peak the boy's interest. Putting his hands together to crack his knuckles he finished off his sales pitch.

"So whaddaya say kid? Think you can handle it?"

A direct challenge, one that he was certain Haku could not refuse.

[Haku]

"A ship, huh?" Haku rubbed his chin with the eloquence of a wise and experienced fighter. He turned away, walking towards the glass window and peering outside like a young Sherlock Holmes. He had never been on a ship before, and if it wasn't responding to their calls then it definitely labeled it as a potential threat. They could be outsiders who have come to meddle in their ways and possibly aid the humans. Haku smelled a fight. His tongue curled over his lips with anticipation. He gazed out over the city. The ship must have landed far away since he couldn't see it even from the height of this tower.

"Alright," he finally stated, turning to face Kal once more. "Considering the urgency of this mission and the fact that you're practically begging me to come with you, I will tag along and supervise. After-all, they threaten our citizens and this armor isn't just for show." Haku pointed at his saiyan armor with the end of his thumb. Pride in his expression like many others.

"C'mon," he said walking towards the elevator, "we mustn't waste anymore time!" in reality, he was just psyched to get there already. Considering he hadn't yet mastered the art of flight they had quite a walk ahead of them. His monkey tail swept up the sturdy human toy with swift precision; maybe he could bore his victims to death by forcing them to play it, otherwise, he could throw it at their heads n'rant about how senselessly obnoxious it was.

[Tenshu]

"Hmhmhm well thanks kid, your my hero"

Following the killer napoleon down the stairs he found himself entertained by the kids swagger. Once out of the building Kal would lead the boy into a shelled out garage. The building was coated in the stench of dust and even light sewage. Though in the back of the garage was something well worth walking for, the motorcycle sat pristinely on the only dry plot of concrete in the entire garage. It was long and surprisingly clean for its surrounding.

"Hop on"

He said throwing a leg over the side of the iron beast and twisting the handle letting out the roar of the engine. Once his new partner would get on he would rev once again, this time the beast would lurch forward quickly dashing out of the garage and over a well placed ramp that would jettison the two of them over a collection of buildings and back down to the dirt road before them. Veering to the left and than kicking into full speed the cycle blasted down the road, kicking up dirt on either side of the vessel their motorcycle hitting speeds over two hundred miles per hour. Impossible for a normal vehicle, however this was Kal's prized possession. His bike was capable of infusing his own Constitution, and traveling faster with every ounce of energy he forced into it. If Haku didn't hold on tightly it was possible he would fall off. Over the mountain's of what used to be the Paozu range the two saiyans quickly found themselves in the remainders of a small forest. Most of the tree's either dead or rotting away at the core, it didn't make for the best scenery.

"Enjoy the ride?"

He said, getting off the bike to take a look around.

[Haku]

Haku squint his eyes to the blaring sun but his arms remained crossed over his chest. His unruly hair twitched slightly to the wind but the weight was resisting. The sliding doors closed behind them, and with it the cool inside air. Kal continued forward towards a garage and the boy following behind -but not without protest of course.

"What are we doing here?" he whined, but before he could say another word he was presented with a very shiny motorcycle. His hands finally dropped from his chest and to his sides; the child's eyes sparkled and gawked at the beauty. Who needed to fly when you got this babe? Haku walked forward when he was told to hop on, and he did just that. Arching his knees the boy jumped over half a meter in the air and dropped down on the end of the seat. It was then that he realized something was off and glared at Kal.

"Hey! I want to drive!" he called out, but the monster they sat on roared and frightened his little heart. Haku involuntarily embraced the saiyan around the waist; instantly after, he released Kal but then grabbed on once again the moment the motorcycle accelerated. "Whoa..." he murmured. They weren't as high as they were a moment ago inside the Spire, but it was certainly a lot more adventurous. The wind alone was enough to make such an experience worth it all. If Haku could go to ALL his missions like this, it would be amazing. He would be able to conserve his killer energies for his enemies alone.

Soon they were in the mountain range. He had been in these parts many times before, but he never really knew what it was called -and he wasn't about to ask either. They stopped in a broken down and barren forest with torn and blackened tree trunks, cracked branches and an eerie breeze which gave prominence to the uncanny silence. Haku climbed down the bike. His hair was exactly as it had been before they had gotten on, if it were a mere human their hair would be all over the place.

"It was okay..." it was awesome! But he needed to set the example and keep his cool around the rookies. Haku walked a few feet ahead, inspecting the desolate forest remains. "It seems there used to be a forest here." he said, trying to sound like he knew what he was doing, but in reality Haku's missions weren't successful because of his powerful mind, it was more a mixture of luck, masterful sense of direction and, of course, his fighting aptness. The boy crouched near some broken branches and passed his fingers over them. "There's someone around here I bet..."

[Tenshu]

"You think?"

leaning on the handlebars of his ride the teen brought his left index finger up to tap the rim of his glasses. Finally the shades made more sense, they weren't just a hip style, they were his scouting equipment. The glasses whizzed for a moment, a white box forming and searching out power level's. His expectation was to find nothing more than a common scavenger tinkering for parts, but what his scouter picked up astounded him. His arm dropped and his figure straitened.

"Hey kid...listen"

He said, his voice taking a far more serious tone. He had not expected what they had found. This was no ordinary space ship clearly, because the person near it was sporting a power level of nearly 10 thousand. If that was his powerlevel when he wasn't in combat, then Kal regretted to think what it could be while actually trying. His scouter also picked up on Haku's power level which rested gently at four thousand. This wasn't his maximum either, but that was a dangerous difference. He had no idea the parameters of this mission were going to be so difficult, if he had known that he surely would have picked a different partner. Whoever was through these woods would not be so easily trifled with.

"I need you to do exactly what I tell you understand...this just got a lot harder..."

His glasses whirled again begining to read the numbers off in terms the saiyan could understand, and his nervous appearance became a bit more noticeable. Reaching into his tight leather pants and whipping out a beat up pad and pen Kal quickly tossed it to Haku. Kal always documented the information his scouter gave him, and so long as Haku was here he was going to learn.

"Alright, write this down exactly as I said it, just like during training...Strength estimated at 4....Speed estimated at 4....Ki estimated at...4"

Kal continued to read it off, but he could tell by the pattern that this guy was not simply a fighter, but a trained warrior. His stats were evened perfectly. In their past trainings Kal had explained statistically what Power Level meant, and how to use it in battle. As he read off the stats Haku had to recognize that they were particularly high. While Kal had never revealed his own abilities, he knew Haku's and they were not up to par with this guy.

"Control estimated at 5......Endurance estimated at 3"

There was a surprise, the main didn't have a perfectly even score. Once he was finished Kal stepped forward, not bothering to get his book back from Haku, his concern was focused on the man they were about to meet. If he proved too much for Kal to handle, they would have serious problems as neither of them would have an escape route. Turning back and requesting assistance was an option, but not one that he could take lightly. Haku would never have it, and his own reputation would be stained. The general didn't take kindly to biting off more than you could chew. So the exhausted saiyan and his new partner would have to do this right.

"Stay close Haku"

[Haku]

Hm?

Haku gazed behind from where he was crouching to observe his partner. His shades began to make weird whirring mechanical sounds and flashing subtle colors. The grim look on Kal's face migrated towards the boy and he soon discovered their 'top-secret mission' was just as serious -or more, than any other he had partaken in. Scouters were a popular and useful device many saiyans possessed and yearned for. Haku was still waiting for his lucky day on finding one for his own, curious to know what his power level was. Kal's tone was also a lot more austere and sober compared to his usually hippy motto.

Hakusai nodded zealously. The saiyan tossed him a pen and pad to write with, he didn't know why though since he could just use the scouter shades. Haku barely caught it, pressing them against his chest to avoid dropping it and listened intently as his partner began dictating numbers. He had been given classes about this, but all he really understood about power level was; it was the reason he was praised. The pen itself looked like an experienced fighter with all its indents and whatnot, but the ink was still potent. Haku inscribed in the pad, making sure it was coherent and understandable. He would write down the initials of the statistics mentioned, one after the other in a straight row down the page, and then the number corresponding to them next to it:

• ST 4
• SP 4
• KI 4
• CO 5
• EN 3

Moments later Kal continued forward and urged Haku to keep close. The boy nodded, though he trailed behind the saiyan, his thoughts were still on the numbers in the pad. Their opponent was strong, and Kal's expression made it all that more evident. It took a while, but the little boy finally came to and remembered who he was. A smile crept over his young face. Unlike Kal, Haku was eager to meet this challenge. The saiyan blood pumping through his veins untapped his desire for battle and saw this as a great opportunity to test his abilities -and even better, get more people to bow their heads and gawk at his prestigious power.

"Hey, Kal," he started after a good two minutes of quietly walking. He didn't need to ask where the target was at, for his partner was obviously leading them there now. Instead... "Tell me what your shades say... My power level, what is it?"

The thought of finding out what his numbers were was both fascinating and frightening. He expected it to be rather high, but the frightening part, was not meeting his expectations. There was nothing worse than learning for a fact that they aren't as strong as they thought they were. For this very reason many cowardly saiyans avoid power scans like an IQ test, but not Haku. It wasn't entirely because he was completely conceited and confident over his glorified fighting ability, but -nope, never-mind, that was the full-length of his cognitive reasoning...

[Tenshu]

"Not now kid"

He said quietly, pressing on through the bushes. Stopping to read Haku was hardly a priority, they were nearing the target, and as the brush began to thin, and the tree's began to show signs of wear it became brutally obvious that this crash site was not unintentional. For that matter it was in no way a crash. Crashes garnish a wider area of destruction, perhaps even a dragging of soil and rock along a destined path. But this was a perfectly symmetrical circle, with a rather large ship in the center.

No large wasn't the right word. It was clearly only a small craft, its body wide like the length of a common van, and its width equaling the same. Though the legs it stood on made it appear much larger than it actually was. Below the ship was a rather stoic Namekian man. The green skin and loose antenna were enough to give them a clear indication of what he was. The pink muscles hidden behind a white cloak that flowed gently below him. The reason his scouter had been going off was becoming clear. The creature was floating in a meditative state. His power level reading was likely very accurate thanks to his exertion of power. If the man was not returning communication, this release of energy was possibly a beacon to search out his location.

"This could be tough"

He whispered, obviously oblivious to the super hearing abilities of the Namekian race. As he watched the creature and formed a strategic plan as to how he would deal with the alien, it was possible that Haku had idea's of his own...

(Choice A. Wait for kal to make the first move. Choice B. Speak to the Namekian. Choice C. Attack the Namekian. Choice D. Do whatever the hell you want.)

[Haku]

Haku pouted. His request simply written off by the saiyan as he continued to venture through the forest. The boy followed silently with crossed arms and calm expression, waiting patiently for them to arrive. His tail swung behind him to help kill time and keep him somewhat entertained. The deeper they went into the desolate forest, the more tree they found torn from their stumps. They were almost there, he thought, but just when they passed through that last grove their journey would reveal more.

The saiyan child was starting to become indisputably anxious. His eyes would roll with annoyance and his lips curled into a snarl until he finally couldn't take it any longer -but before he could utter a single word, protesting and whining about how long it was taking, they came across a large crater. Naturally, Haku wasn't as learned as Kal was; the thought of whether the crash was intentional or not didn't even cross his mind, all he could think about was peering over the generous chasm and scrutinize the lime green man resting below the legged ship. Tsk!

Haku walked pass Kal and returned the pad and pen with a single swing of his hand, landing just over the crouched man's chest. "I'll handle this," he whispered.

It was plainly obvious what their options were: they could remain hidden like cowards and observe the man from afar hoping something might happen, but nobody ain't got time for that! He thought. They could go in and engage the outsider, although it was what he wanted the namekian deserved the benefit of doubt; so the only other option was the logical step of actually speaking with the man -that or return to base, but Haku wasn't about to deprive himself of a chance to fight and leave with his tail between his legs. He was no dog and Kal wasn't either; at least, he hoped he wasn't.

The boy stopped at talking distance and wrapped his tail securely around his waist just in case. He would study the namekian, it wasn't everyday he got to see one up close. He kept thinking how freaky those antennae looked and their ugly pink muscles. Heck! They were completely bald and green! Yuck!

"Dear... this is quite a mess we've got here." he said, pretending to -just now- survey the area around him. He liked to act a bit theatrical with his interrogations. "You know, we've been trying to contact you for some time; your radio wouldn't happen to be dead, is it?" he looked in askance and displayed a cocksure grin. The absence of the namekian's response would tickle his nerve and Haku's hands to drop to his sides as he took a more serious tone and glared at the namekian.

"Well? Which is it?"

(Combination of B and D xD)