Post by Emanuel/Cellaci on Apr 19, 2015 0:41:17 GMT -5
Sunlight trickled through the blinds that fell in front of the wide angled window catching the carpeted floors though not enough to be able to discern a color. Flakes of potato chips not lucky enough to have been ingested along with the entire chip clung in the grain of carpeted floors. Flickering lights danced around the room giving the gray carpet floors a faint faded azure tinge. "Come on, that hit was the perfect opportunity for a cross counter!" Emanuel shouted with a spray of the chips he'd been shoveling into his mouth erupting from his open jaw. He waved his hand at the screen of his television, which easily took up the entirety of the wall he was facing, and a head tilted back in disbelief and a groan that matched his frustration. He slumped back into the black couch that sat in the place of where his bed would normally be. His hand found it's way to his face being dragged down his features. "Why do these amateurs get the lime light, where's my debut and undeservedly huge paycheck?"
In the midst of his complaining the fighter whose technique he was berating took another hit staggering as the echoes of the strong blow he took must still be ricocheting in his ears. "Alright now pounce." He leaned forward with both his palms resting on his knee which were sticking out due to him sitting cross legged. The fighter however did not listen to Manuel's physically impossible to hear demand as he fell to his knees and subsequently his face and to add insult to injury his butt was pointing straight to the sky. His opponent and now victor raises his hands into the air growling in satisfaction in taking the win. "Could have taken you both with my everything behind my back" Manuel chimes in as the winner was now moving onto the the post match interview portion of the match. The pursed lip look of a child who'd just lost a bet smeared across Manuel's face, mainly because he'd actually had lost a bet from this.
The jingling of keys signaled that the now about to be 5000 zeni richer man had just entered the house and was followed by the crumpling of grocery bags. "Manuel, you didn't tear through the chips already right?" The voice that came from the far end of the house was a mature one defined by age and experience and also the munchies by the sound of it.
Manuel looked at the collage of empty chip bags littering the floor of his room and responded with a "Nah."
"Good, save them, I'm gonna be cooking tonight." The man seemed oblivious to how much of a bold face lie that actually was, Manuel was silently relieved he actually believed it was safe to leave the junk food around him, just meant more munchies for him. Manuel walked outside his room down the wide corridor that connected his room and the first section of the kitchen, His Father, Tado, was sure enough peeling potatoes for the dinner Manuel already couldn't wait for.
"Poached or fried?" Manuel gave him a half smile as if he didn't already know. Tado simply replied with a half smirk of his own. Manuel seated himself on the stool that sat on the opposite side of the table that held the dishwasher. "Dad...what was mom like?"
"Pretty weird question to ask all of a sudden" he said while holding the peeled potatoes under the running water of the sink to clean them for cooking. Tado didn't look up at his son during the exchange.
"It's just you never talk about her, I don't even know what she looks like and you're getting up in age, you might not live much longer to tell me."
"I'm Forty five, smart ass." Tado shot his son a loaded glance but couldn't help a small smile. Tado definitely did not look his age, his son was his spitting image though Tado's features seem more matured and peppered with the scars from his work.
"That's what I'm saying!" Manuel stifles a smirk.
"Beautiful and, abrasive...ah who am I kidding you're not five, she was a stone cold bitch sometimes, but I guess that's how it is with most Saiyans. I could tell she was different though, well I mean you'd have to dig really really deep down to find it but she did have a heart." He throws the diced up potatoes in a pot to marinate along with the other ingredients into a stew.
"Don't suppose I inherited much from her other than this?" Manuel's tail comes undone from his waist waving it slightly over the the table. Tado's hand reached out lightning fast and caught his tail giving it a firm enough squeeze to where Manuel slumps like a bag of concrete.
"Put it away, I don't want hair in the food." He relinquishes Manuel's tail and he instantly curls it around his waist again with a small pout. "You got her hair, that much is certain."
"If you don't mind me asking, why'd she leave?" He sat upright at the question, his Father was always upset the second the topic came up, thankfully it wasn't often. Tado sighed in response initially and turned his back to his son to tend to the food once again. Manuel took it as the universal sign to drop it knowing it from his Dad all too well. He stood from his seat ready to leave before he head his Father's response.
"She was ashamed, I think part of her didn't want to accept not being among the Saiyans, she was low born but she liked to talk big." He chuckled. "That was always cute." Tado seemed to be lost in his nostalgia for a moment not continuing his response.
"Then maybe if I married high she wouldn't feel the need to be ashamed of us."
"Thatss not how it works but I appreciate the optimism." Tado laughed at the idea of a highborn Saiyan settling for a not even ranked Saiyan hybrid. Tado looked over from the stew which no longer demanded his attention to see that Manuel although smiling had that particular mischief about him, the mischief which has gotten the both of them neck deep it in before. "No, no, no, you can't actually be serious."
"The Saiyan King had a daughter, Asoka, Alakka, something or other, if I can find an in maybe." Tado's disapproving stare made Manuel have to think twice for his next choice of words but when he found them they escaped through the mouth of a confident and very stupid man. "Mom's resent won't be very strong when she's royalty by law." "Dad, I'm gonna marry the Queen of the Saiyans."
In the midst of his complaining the fighter whose technique he was berating took another hit staggering as the echoes of the strong blow he took must still be ricocheting in his ears. "Alright now pounce." He leaned forward with both his palms resting on his knee which were sticking out due to him sitting cross legged. The fighter however did not listen to Manuel's physically impossible to hear demand as he fell to his knees and subsequently his face and to add insult to injury his butt was pointing straight to the sky. His opponent and now victor raises his hands into the air growling in satisfaction in taking the win. "Could have taken you both with my everything behind my back" Manuel chimes in as the winner was now moving onto the the post match interview portion of the match. The pursed lip look of a child who'd just lost a bet smeared across Manuel's face, mainly because he'd actually had lost a bet from this.
The jingling of keys signaled that the now about to be 5000 zeni richer man had just entered the house and was followed by the crumpling of grocery bags. "Manuel, you didn't tear through the chips already right?" The voice that came from the far end of the house was a mature one defined by age and experience and also the munchies by the sound of it.
Manuel looked at the collage of empty chip bags littering the floor of his room and responded with a "Nah."
"Good, save them, I'm gonna be cooking tonight." The man seemed oblivious to how much of a bold face lie that actually was, Manuel was silently relieved he actually believed it was safe to leave the junk food around him, just meant more munchies for him. Manuel walked outside his room down the wide corridor that connected his room and the first section of the kitchen, His Father, Tado, was sure enough peeling potatoes for the dinner Manuel already couldn't wait for.
"Poached or fried?" Manuel gave him a half smile as if he didn't already know. Tado simply replied with a half smirk of his own. Manuel seated himself on the stool that sat on the opposite side of the table that held the dishwasher. "Dad...what was mom like?"
"Pretty weird question to ask all of a sudden" he said while holding the peeled potatoes under the running water of the sink to clean them for cooking. Tado didn't look up at his son during the exchange.
"It's just you never talk about her, I don't even know what she looks like and you're getting up in age, you might not live much longer to tell me."
"I'm Forty five, smart ass." Tado shot his son a loaded glance but couldn't help a small smile. Tado definitely did not look his age, his son was his spitting image though Tado's features seem more matured and peppered with the scars from his work.
"That's what I'm saying!" Manuel stifles a smirk.
"Beautiful and, abrasive...ah who am I kidding you're not five, she was a stone cold bitch sometimes, but I guess that's how it is with most Saiyans. I could tell she was different though, well I mean you'd have to dig really really deep down to find it but she did have a heart." He throws the diced up potatoes in a pot to marinate along with the other ingredients into a stew.
"Don't suppose I inherited much from her other than this?" Manuel's tail comes undone from his waist waving it slightly over the the table. Tado's hand reached out lightning fast and caught his tail giving it a firm enough squeeze to where Manuel slumps like a bag of concrete.
"Put it away, I don't want hair in the food." He relinquishes Manuel's tail and he instantly curls it around his waist again with a small pout. "You got her hair, that much is certain."
"If you don't mind me asking, why'd she leave?" He sat upright at the question, his Father was always upset the second the topic came up, thankfully it wasn't often. Tado sighed in response initially and turned his back to his son to tend to the food once again. Manuel took it as the universal sign to drop it knowing it from his Dad all too well. He stood from his seat ready to leave before he head his Father's response.
"She was ashamed, I think part of her didn't want to accept not being among the Saiyans, she was low born but she liked to talk big." He chuckled. "That was always cute." Tado seemed to be lost in his nostalgia for a moment not continuing his response.
"Then maybe if I married high she wouldn't feel the need to be ashamed of us."
"Thatss not how it works but I appreciate the optimism." Tado laughed at the idea of a highborn Saiyan settling for a not even ranked Saiyan hybrid. Tado looked over from the stew which no longer demanded his attention to see that Manuel although smiling had that particular mischief about him, the mischief which has gotten the both of them neck deep it in before. "No, no, no, you can't actually be serious."
"The Saiyan King had a daughter, Asoka, Alakka, something or other, if I can find an in maybe." Tado's disapproving stare made Manuel have to think twice for his next choice of words but when he found them they escaped through the mouth of a confident and very stupid man. "Mom's resent won't be very strong when she's royalty by law." "Dad, I'm gonna marry the Queen of the Saiyans."