Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2013 20:23:47 GMT -5
Truffle Hattori, well…just Truffle, actually. If the Saiyan royal family knew that he used their last name…well…they wouldn’t be pleased. Akassa would throw a fit and probably blow him up, and Ninjin wouldn’t be pleased, though he probably wouldn’t blame the large blue Hoyo. They were family, Truffle and Ninjin. Though the Saiyan wouldn’t admit it freely. They had been together even since the king had presented Truffle as a gift to Ninjin those many years ago. Ninjin, as a little tyke, tried to boss Truffle around and soon realized that the Hoyo really didn’t understand most of the commands that were thrown at him, and started treating him more as a…pet.
Truffle didn’t mind being the princes “pet” though he knew he was of a higher IQ than to be just a pet. His main problem was those words. He couldn’t get his large mouth to form the proper sounds. He could say certain things, but he would rather just nod or shake his head to get his point across. That made life much harder for everyone else, but much easier for Truffle.
“So what we have here is…” The man was droning on and on, talking about a subject that had no interest for Truffle. He was talking about how the earth’s army was building itself up and how they were working on new weapons and all that good stuff. Truffle yawned, his large mouth opening wide showing his teeth. The man stared for a moment, and Truffle wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and smiled, a huge smile. The man relaxed and kept talking. Truffle would have to relay all this back to Ninjin, but that wouldn’t be a problem. Truffle had a connection with Ninjin, so Ninjin would know what he needed to know.
Truffle shook the man’s hand once he was finished, his giant hand engulfing the other man’s hand. They were done with their business, and Truffle could return to the Moon, to his master and to his home.
He slumped his way to the airport, being incredibly tired. He passed some nasty looking alleyways, and a voice called out to him.
“Hey, fuzzball. What are you doing here?” The voice was slurred, an obviously drunk person. Truffle would say if he could, I’m here on official Saiyan business, but the fact that he couldn’t say it caused him to just stare at the man. “I asked you a question, fuzz-guzz-be.” The man said, stumbling closer to Truffle, closer than Truffle would like. The man’s breath smelled like alcohol, and Truffle took a step back. “You afraid of me, fuzzy?”
Truffle curled his lip, showing his large teeth. The man’s power level was nothing compared to Truffle, but he didn’t really want to have to deal with someone like this, especially when he was on his way back to Ninjin. This was a distraction he couldn’t afford, and a time-waster.
He growled, a low growl that any rational person would realize was a warning, to stay away, not come any closer, and to let Truffle pass on in peace. The man didn’t pay attention to that.
“You got any money on you, fuzzle?” The man asked, patting his pocket, indicating a gun.
Truffle sighed, and plunged his fist into the ground. The man looked on in confusion. Truffle pulled his hand out, encased in rock.
“Is that a no?” The man asked, pulling the gun out of his pocket, and pointing it at Truffle. In a split second, Truffle jumped against the nearest wall, and threw his hand out smacking the rock against the man’s head, cracking the rock. The man slumped down across the alleyway and was unconscious. Truffle shrugged, he had tried to warn the man.
He made his way back to the spaceport, and walked up counter.
“Hi, can I…what are you” The woman behind the counter asked, looking up at Truffle with confused wonder on her face. “You’re so…..CUTE! Oh my god, where do I get one! Is your owner around here! Could…Where did someone find something like you. Are you housetrained? Do you use a litterbox or the actual toilet?”
Truffle stared at her, his large mouth slightly open. He couldn’t comprehend the level of stupidity radiating off of this woman.
Uh…
The woman stared at him with large blue eyes. He handed her a passport and his ticket. One thing going through his mind.
I just want to go home…
Truffle didn’t mind being the princes “pet” though he knew he was of a higher IQ than to be just a pet. His main problem was those words. He couldn’t get his large mouth to form the proper sounds. He could say certain things, but he would rather just nod or shake his head to get his point across. That made life much harder for everyone else, but much easier for Truffle.
“So what we have here is…” The man was droning on and on, talking about a subject that had no interest for Truffle. He was talking about how the earth’s army was building itself up and how they were working on new weapons and all that good stuff. Truffle yawned, his large mouth opening wide showing his teeth. The man stared for a moment, and Truffle wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and smiled, a huge smile. The man relaxed and kept talking. Truffle would have to relay all this back to Ninjin, but that wouldn’t be a problem. Truffle had a connection with Ninjin, so Ninjin would know what he needed to know.
Truffle shook the man’s hand once he was finished, his giant hand engulfing the other man’s hand. They were done with their business, and Truffle could return to the Moon, to his master and to his home.
He slumped his way to the airport, being incredibly tired. He passed some nasty looking alleyways, and a voice called out to him.
“Hey, fuzzball. What are you doing here?” The voice was slurred, an obviously drunk person. Truffle would say if he could, I’m here on official Saiyan business, but the fact that he couldn’t say it caused him to just stare at the man. “I asked you a question, fuzz-guzz-be.” The man said, stumbling closer to Truffle, closer than Truffle would like. The man’s breath smelled like alcohol, and Truffle took a step back. “You afraid of me, fuzzy?”
Truffle curled his lip, showing his large teeth. The man’s power level was nothing compared to Truffle, but he didn’t really want to have to deal with someone like this, especially when he was on his way back to Ninjin. This was a distraction he couldn’t afford, and a time-waster.
He growled, a low growl that any rational person would realize was a warning, to stay away, not come any closer, and to let Truffle pass on in peace. The man didn’t pay attention to that.
“You got any money on you, fuzzle?” The man asked, patting his pocket, indicating a gun.
Truffle sighed, and plunged his fist into the ground. The man looked on in confusion. Truffle pulled his hand out, encased in rock.
“Is that a no?” The man asked, pulling the gun out of his pocket, and pointing it at Truffle. In a split second, Truffle jumped against the nearest wall, and threw his hand out smacking the rock against the man’s head, cracking the rock. The man slumped down across the alleyway and was unconscious. Truffle shrugged, he had tried to warn the man.
He made his way back to the spaceport, and walked up counter.
“Hi, can I…what are you” The woman behind the counter asked, looking up at Truffle with confused wonder on her face. “You’re so…..CUTE! Oh my god, where do I get one! Is your owner around here! Could…Where did someone find something like you. Are you housetrained? Do you use a litterbox or the actual toilet?”
Truffle stared at her, his large mouth slightly open. He couldn’t comprehend the level of stupidity radiating off of this woman.
Uh…
The woman stared at him with large blue eyes. He handed her a passport and his ticket. One thing going through his mind.
I just want to go home…