Post by Toma Hattori on Sept 6, 2015 2:44:38 GMT -5
Toma’s eyes slowly opened as the first rays of sunlight shone through the window into his room. He laid upon a rather lavish, soft bed with the finest sheets and such that New Vegeta had to offer. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms and craning his neck as he looked upwards, letting out a loud yawn. He had to admit, that was the best sleep he had gotten in a while. Of course, that might be expected. Between crashing in his pod and having a feast of a dinner courtesy of his elder sister, he had gotten quite exhausted.
He stood up, before walking over to the left side of the room, pressing a button on the door frame. The door slid open with a click, revealing a bathroom tailored to his uses. He had to admit, being a prince was rather nice. He wasn’t used to having people cater to his needs though, even if they got paid for it. He was used to having to do everything himself. He quickly stripped down and hopped into the shower, getting ready for the day.
He stayed in the shower far longer than he felt he had any right to. The hot, steaming water running down his form and both relaxing and waking him up… it was a perfect time to think. He thought about how drastically his life had just changed. Going from a humble martial artist on one planet, to being a prince, and younger brother to the Queen on the next. It was strange, really. He was finally home, amongst his people. The other Saiyans. He felt a sense of calm and familiarity among them. He felt like he finally fit in without having to be accepted. A nice feeling, really, but one that would take a while to get used to.
He stepped out of the shower, not bothering to mess with his hair aside from using his Ki to blow off all the water to instantly dry himself off. His hair had changed plenty from his time as a child. Though it always seemed to keep the same theme: Long, unmanageable, and shaggy. Though in the last few years it seemed to have decided to stick with it’s current style, regardless of how Toma might try to change it.
He wasn’t quite sure of the style on Vegeta yet. Thought the attendants that Akassa had assigned to him to help him adjust to the Saiyan lifestyle had picked out plenty of clothes and battle uniforms that were common on Vegeta. Toma had asked them to patch up his old Gi and such, and they had done so without hesitation. He had decided to change it up a little though, sliding on one of the black skin-tight body suits from a combat uniform, and taking a pair of black and orange combat boots with white flaps at the top. Sliding his pants and top half of his Gi over it, and tying it around his waist with his sash. All in all, the young prince looked rather sharp, in his opinion.
Pressing a button on the door to his bedroom, the door slid open and he walked out, the door sliding and locking behind him. The door had a Ki signature reader built into it, so it would only unlock if Toma was the one trying to open it. It made sense, however. One wouldn’t want someone sneaking into their room, royalty especially. Many guards and attendants had warned the young prince of how some people still held resentment towards the Hattori name. Toma didn’t mind, though. He was used to having to stand his ground against those who seeked to do him harm.
Walking into the kitchen, his eyes lit up again as he saw plenty of food, freshly cooked and steaming warm, spread all over the large table. Toma walked up to the table, looking around to see if someone was waiting on the food. After all, it couldn’t all be his, could it? He hadn’t even used the phone to ask anything to be made for him. “What’s wrong, prince?” One of the chef’s called from the hallway, having seen Toma walk in and decided to watch him. Toma looked over at the man, admittedly a tad startled that he hadn’t seen him coming. His senses were starting to slip. He’d regain them, in time, though.
“Oh, uhh…” He started, running a hand over the back of his head, nervously laughing in embarrassment. “Well I was coming down here to get some food cuz I just woke up, and I saw all this here… This isn’t for me, is it?” Toma asked, as he didn’t see anyone nearby to bother consuming the food. “Of course it is!” The man replied, and Toma looked a tad shocked. “Really?” He asked, as the man nodded again. “Yes, it is. Your sister already ate her breakfast and went off to do her duties. We decided to make yours and kept it warm while you slept. We figured you’d be out for a while, after all the commotion yesterday.” He said, as Toma laughed and smiled apologetically. “Hehe…. sorry about all that.” He said, as the other man casually waved it off. “No, don’t apologize. No need to worry about it. You had a rough day. It’s a miracle you’re still alive, really.” He said, as he pointed to the food. “Now go ahead, eat, relax. You’re going to have to get used to getting a little spoiled. You’re a prince now, so relax and gain your strength back. Then I’m sure Queen Akassa will really start your training.” He spoke, as Toma nodded. He then turned to the table, sitting down in one of the chairs, and he began chowing down on the food, devouering it in typical saiyan fashion.
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He stood up, before walking over to the left side of the room, pressing a button on the door frame. The door slid open with a click, revealing a bathroom tailored to his uses. He had to admit, being a prince was rather nice. He wasn’t used to having people cater to his needs though, even if they got paid for it. He was used to having to do everything himself. He quickly stripped down and hopped into the shower, getting ready for the day.
He stayed in the shower far longer than he felt he had any right to. The hot, steaming water running down his form and both relaxing and waking him up… it was a perfect time to think. He thought about how drastically his life had just changed. Going from a humble martial artist on one planet, to being a prince, and younger brother to the Queen on the next. It was strange, really. He was finally home, amongst his people. The other Saiyans. He felt a sense of calm and familiarity among them. He felt like he finally fit in without having to be accepted. A nice feeling, really, but one that would take a while to get used to.
He stepped out of the shower, not bothering to mess with his hair aside from using his Ki to blow off all the water to instantly dry himself off. His hair had changed plenty from his time as a child. Though it always seemed to keep the same theme: Long, unmanageable, and shaggy. Though in the last few years it seemed to have decided to stick with it’s current style, regardless of how Toma might try to change it.
He wasn’t quite sure of the style on Vegeta yet. Thought the attendants that Akassa had assigned to him to help him adjust to the Saiyan lifestyle had picked out plenty of clothes and battle uniforms that were common on Vegeta. Toma had asked them to patch up his old Gi and such, and they had done so without hesitation. He had decided to change it up a little though, sliding on one of the black skin-tight body suits from a combat uniform, and taking a pair of black and orange combat boots with white flaps at the top. Sliding his pants and top half of his Gi over it, and tying it around his waist with his sash. All in all, the young prince looked rather sharp, in his opinion.
Pressing a button on the door to his bedroom, the door slid open and he walked out, the door sliding and locking behind him. The door had a Ki signature reader built into it, so it would only unlock if Toma was the one trying to open it. It made sense, however. One wouldn’t want someone sneaking into their room, royalty especially. Many guards and attendants had warned the young prince of how some people still held resentment towards the Hattori name. Toma didn’t mind, though. He was used to having to stand his ground against those who seeked to do him harm.
Walking into the kitchen, his eyes lit up again as he saw plenty of food, freshly cooked and steaming warm, spread all over the large table. Toma walked up to the table, looking around to see if someone was waiting on the food. After all, it couldn’t all be his, could it? He hadn’t even used the phone to ask anything to be made for him. “What’s wrong, prince?” One of the chef’s called from the hallway, having seen Toma walk in and decided to watch him. Toma looked over at the man, admittedly a tad startled that he hadn’t seen him coming. His senses were starting to slip. He’d regain them, in time, though.
“Oh, uhh…” He started, running a hand over the back of his head, nervously laughing in embarrassment. “Well I was coming down here to get some food cuz I just woke up, and I saw all this here… This isn’t for me, is it?” Toma asked, as he didn’t see anyone nearby to bother consuming the food. “Of course it is!” The man replied, and Toma looked a tad shocked. “Really?” He asked, as the man nodded again. “Yes, it is. Your sister already ate her breakfast and went off to do her duties. We decided to make yours and kept it warm while you slept. We figured you’d be out for a while, after all the commotion yesterday.” He said, as Toma laughed and smiled apologetically. “Hehe…. sorry about all that.” He said, as the other man casually waved it off. “No, don’t apologize. No need to worry about it. You had a rough day. It’s a miracle you’re still alive, really.” He said, as he pointed to the food. “Now go ahead, eat, relax. You’re going to have to get used to getting a little spoiled. You’re a prince now, so relax and gain your strength back. Then I’m sure Queen Akassa will really start your training.” He spoke, as Toma nodded. He then turned to the table, sitting down in one of the chairs, and he began chowing down on the food, devouering it in typical saiyan fashion.
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