Post by Leke Hattori on Jul 31, 2014 11:47:13 GMT -5
- Takes place before Confrontation -
The city of New Vegeta had taken a heavy toll in the Church attack. Though it had been some time afterwards and the restoration of the city was well underway, the wreckage was still prevalent. Not only were the buildings destroyed and the roads torn up, but there were families, some full but many broken, homeless on the street. There was little that the royals could do - they had set up homes for the displaced, but there was no way that they could house all of them.
There was a sense of depression in the city, Leke sensed as he walked through the streets in casual attire. Not only did he not want to attract unwanted attention, but the teenager wanted to be here as not a prince, but a saiyan. He could do little for the people right now, but taking mental notes of what he saw would help in the future. He had nowhere near the power of his father and mother, but he was a Prince, and with Ninjin gone, he was technically the third highest authority on the planet, though he had never used his authority over Akassa - even if she didn't possess a far higher power level than his own. He had a great amount of influence in what direction repairs could be directed towards and some civil policy.
Leke vowed silently to himself that he wouldn't let anything happen to his people again. Too many people had been hurt or killed for what the Church did. He clenched his fist and his aura flared lightly around him, remembering the Church at all. They were pure evil and would pay for what they did. His actions draw attention from nearby civillians, however, so he quickly tried to calm down and focus back on walking. Absentmindedly, his journey had led him through the market district. He had come here many a time in his younger days, remembering the times he would get himself in trouble and have to talk his way out of bad situations. Sometimes, it was more than talking. He chuckled, a small smirk appearing on one side of his lips. Those were the days, when he lived in peace. He had no love for this conflict with the Church. He enjoyed fighting, but not anything like war or deathmatchs.
A knock on one of the nearby windows startled him, his gaze now shifting to his right. What surprised him was a familiar face, a man he had not seen in what seemed like forever. It had been a little over a year since he'd last seen this man, and it took a few moments to register who it was. The royal house have cooks for the family to eat fine meals, but they have become outdated because the family was just so busy with things. They had to be let go; though even while they had fine pensions, many of them continued on to open their own businesses in the city for their love of food to spread. Leke quickly opened the door to the store, rushing in to greet his old friend.
The gruff man, now in his fifties, laughed and clasped a firm grip on the fourteen-year-old prince's shoulder. "Little Leke! How good it is to see you! It's been what, over a year since I've seen you. Dang kid, you've grown up a bit." Leke smiled weakly. Given the circumstances, there was little to smile or laugh about. In the wake of the Church's attack, nothing seemed able to cheer him up.
"Yeah," Leke responded. "It's been a while, hasn't it? How have you been holding up, Gurdo?" The older man laughed again and ushered him to take a seat at a table, which he did. "It's been rough since the attack. They didn't seem to want anything to do with my bakery, so that was nice. Speaking of baking, I have your yearly gift for you." Leke looked at him as he stood up and walked to the back of his shop, puzzled by what he meant. His head was clouded with many things that it was tough to remember a year in the past. When Gurdo came back with a cake in his hands, Leke then knew what he was missing.
"I missed seeing you on your birthday. It was a little after the tournament, a few days before your family arrived back, right? Man, that seems like forever ago now. Still, I want to keep up the tradition. Won't you stay to enjoy the cake and a chat?" Leke looked at him and his innocent eyes. The man had always given him a cake on his birthday, ever since he was old enough to eat them, and the two had a special bond. He was always there for a good chat to impart some advice on the young saiyan. He was part of the reason that the King had given him such a well-deserved pension; he was Leke's favorite.
"I'd love to, but... There's so many families out there that need food, why waste it on a cake for me?" Gurdo shrugged and turned his gaze outside, through the glass and viewing the devastation on the street. "Well, I made the cake before the attack. Besides, everybody needs a little something to cheer them up, and you look like you really need it. One cake isn't going to starve somebody." Leke also looked outside and his heart sank with what he saw.
"I'm a horrible prince. I wasn't strong enough to defend my people. I've been training so long, but it hasn't been enough. People died because of me." Leke's eyes sank. Gurdo furrowed his brow and glared at the prince. "Come on, boy! Liven up! One, it was a surprise! Nobody saw it coming. Two, you had your own problems, as far as I'm aware of. Those two massive power levels that were at the castle? We were glad they went for the castle and not us. We could pop a few robots, but those guys were ridiculous. You did all that you could and helped stop those two, and I'm proud to call you my prince. Alright? Now eat some damn cake." He said with a grin. Leke looked up at him, a bit weirded out that his friend was talking to him like his father, scolding him for acting so depressed. It was true, all that Gurdo had said. Maybe he was being too down on himself. Still, he knew he had to grow much stronger for the future for something like this to never happen again.
"Fine. But only a slice," Leke said, a smile creeping up on his lips. Gurdo laughed aloud and quickly cut out two slices and set the rest of the cake aside. "Good, now eat up! You've got some training to do after this, I suspect." Leke looked at him, and his smile turned to a wide grin.
"Yeah, I do."
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Fin, Zeni, get rid of that cake in my profile now please ><
The city of New Vegeta had taken a heavy toll in the Church attack. Though it had been some time afterwards and the restoration of the city was well underway, the wreckage was still prevalent. Not only were the buildings destroyed and the roads torn up, but there were families, some full but many broken, homeless on the street. There was little that the royals could do - they had set up homes for the displaced, but there was no way that they could house all of them.
There was a sense of depression in the city, Leke sensed as he walked through the streets in casual attire. Not only did he not want to attract unwanted attention, but the teenager wanted to be here as not a prince, but a saiyan. He could do little for the people right now, but taking mental notes of what he saw would help in the future. He had nowhere near the power of his father and mother, but he was a Prince, and with Ninjin gone, he was technically the third highest authority on the planet, though he had never used his authority over Akassa - even if she didn't possess a far higher power level than his own. He had a great amount of influence in what direction repairs could be directed towards and some civil policy.
Leke vowed silently to himself that he wouldn't let anything happen to his people again. Too many people had been hurt or killed for what the Church did. He clenched his fist and his aura flared lightly around him, remembering the Church at all. They were pure evil and would pay for what they did. His actions draw attention from nearby civillians, however, so he quickly tried to calm down and focus back on walking. Absentmindedly, his journey had led him through the market district. He had come here many a time in his younger days, remembering the times he would get himself in trouble and have to talk his way out of bad situations. Sometimes, it was more than talking. He chuckled, a small smirk appearing on one side of his lips. Those were the days, when he lived in peace. He had no love for this conflict with the Church. He enjoyed fighting, but not anything like war or deathmatchs.
A knock on one of the nearby windows startled him, his gaze now shifting to his right. What surprised him was a familiar face, a man he had not seen in what seemed like forever. It had been a little over a year since he'd last seen this man, and it took a few moments to register who it was. The royal house have cooks for the family to eat fine meals, but they have become outdated because the family was just so busy with things. They had to be let go; though even while they had fine pensions, many of them continued on to open their own businesses in the city for their love of food to spread. Leke quickly opened the door to the store, rushing in to greet his old friend.
The gruff man, now in his fifties, laughed and clasped a firm grip on the fourteen-year-old prince's shoulder. "Little Leke! How good it is to see you! It's been what, over a year since I've seen you. Dang kid, you've grown up a bit." Leke smiled weakly. Given the circumstances, there was little to smile or laugh about. In the wake of the Church's attack, nothing seemed able to cheer him up.
"Yeah," Leke responded. "It's been a while, hasn't it? How have you been holding up, Gurdo?" The older man laughed again and ushered him to take a seat at a table, which he did. "It's been rough since the attack. They didn't seem to want anything to do with my bakery, so that was nice. Speaking of baking, I have your yearly gift for you." Leke looked at him as he stood up and walked to the back of his shop, puzzled by what he meant. His head was clouded with many things that it was tough to remember a year in the past. When Gurdo came back with a cake in his hands, Leke then knew what he was missing.
"I missed seeing you on your birthday. It was a little after the tournament, a few days before your family arrived back, right? Man, that seems like forever ago now. Still, I want to keep up the tradition. Won't you stay to enjoy the cake and a chat?" Leke looked at him and his innocent eyes. The man had always given him a cake on his birthday, ever since he was old enough to eat them, and the two had a special bond. He was always there for a good chat to impart some advice on the young saiyan. He was part of the reason that the King had given him such a well-deserved pension; he was Leke's favorite.
"I'd love to, but... There's so many families out there that need food, why waste it on a cake for me?" Gurdo shrugged and turned his gaze outside, through the glass and viewing the devastation on the street. "Well, I made the cake before the attack. Besides, everybody needs a little something to cheer them up, and you look like you really need it. One cake isn't going to starve somebody." Leke also looked outside and his heart sank with what he saw.
"I'm a horrible prince. I wasn't strong enough to defend my people. I've been training so long, but it hasn't been enough. People died because of me." Leke's eyes sank. Gurdo furrowed his brow and glared at the prince. "Come on, boy! Liven up! One, it was a surprise! Nobody saw it coming. Two, you had your own problems, as far as I'm aware of. Those two massive power levels that were at the castle? We were glad they went for the castle and not us. We could pop a few robots, but those guys were ridiculous. You did all that you could and helped stop those two, and I'm proud to call you my prince. Alright? Now eat some damn cake." He said with a grin. Leke looked up at him, a bit weirded out that his friend was talking to him like his father, scolding him for acting so depressed. It was true, all that Gurdo had said. Maybe he was being too down on himself. Still, he knew he had to grow much stronger for the future for something like this to never happen again.
"Fine. But only a slice," Leke said, a smile creeping up on his lips. Gurdo laughed aloud and quickly cut out two slices and set the rest of the cake aside. "Good, now eat up! You've got some training to do after this, I suspect." Leke looked at him, and his smile turned to a wide grin.
"Yeah, I do."
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Fin, Zeni, get rid of that cake in my profile now please ><