Worlds Apart(During Time Skip/Emanuel)

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Weeks before even attempting to bring the people of Earth under her will, Akassa was tending to military business in the heart of New Vegeta. Countless tasks fell to her when it came to running the day to day of her soon to be growing empire and often she delegated to those she trusted. After all, she was but one woman. On occasion though, much like today, the Queen chose to carry out some of the more menial tasks personally. Not only was it ultimately her responsibility, but it also allowed her to make her way through the kingdom that she ruled. Strolling down the streets, no guard in place for she of all people didn't need one, the royal was able to mix with her people.

In general they seemed to enjoy her presence, most smiling as they moved aside, any with military experience or ties saluting her properly. While Akassa was a lover of formality when it came to showing respect to those ranked above you, she did not expect all to kneel in a situation such as this. Everyone within the city had their own tasks and lives to attend to, the slight nods and standing salutes more than adequate to keep a gentle smile on her face. For once it was a genuine one, the expression often forced when dealing with others, but being around her people was something she found truly pleasing.

The recently repaired and well-kept sidewalk she strolled down was one of the countless walkways the bordered the busy streets of New Vegeta. Like any city on Earth, the Saiyan capital was bustling with activity. Freight was delivered, people travelled to their places of work and families going on trips together. Compared to the military barracks she was so often in or the royal compound, the life of her subjects was hectic. Lacking that military order of a royal establishment or one run by a general, it had a certain chaotic appeal to it. Every so often the Queen wished her life wasn't so regimented. She of course understood the necessity of controls and rules, but it would be nice to just do as she pleased once in a while, no consequences needing to be considered.

In a way she envied her people. What would her life have been like if she hadn't been born with the Hattori name? ...Probably boring in the end. Perhaps envied was the wrong word, more like she wanted the restraints her office put on her removed, the freedom to focus on more personal things with knowledge that her people were still safe and secure. It wasn't easy ruling a planet, not even a small one.

Arriving at an intersection Akassa doesn't even slow, stepping into the street to continue on her way. All traffic stopped as she moved across the road, most of the general public being able to sense energy signatures and the Queen's was hard to miss even in its base form. With the first stop on her little tour through the city still three blocks away she maintains her casual pace. At the moment there was no rush, plenty of time set aside this day so that she might take her time moving about the city.

[Emanuel/Cellaci]

Tado had properly dismissed Emanuel's proclamation of his ludicrous goal in the most appropriate way possible. "That's fucking retarded." Those were the words that accompanied Emanuel on his entire trip in the public transportation routes from Central city to New Vegeta. He wishes he could say the flight was as enjoyable as he was certain his time on New Vegeta was going to be but he wanted to give the planet a better chance than that.

The condition of the vessel itself was satisfiable, the seats were comfortable enough and the staff at post where not impolite, mainly because they did not bother speak while the flight was in process nor did they bother to explain the emergency procedure. Emanuel didn't say it at the time, even though his need to keep his own and the lives of others safe demanded he shove the required reading they obviously didn't read for job up their ass, but he almost told them "What if there actually is an emergency, you're gonna indifferent it away?" He kept his cool however as he would not lose his chance to show his Father he was capable of playing with fire, he wouldn't be showing him anything in Saiyan prison.

They'd docked not long after they'd departed, thank the Kai's, into a congested transport terminal. The port was bustling with people elbowing their ways through the crowds desperately trying to make it to the flight they were either late for or wanted best seat to. It was difficult for Emanuel to differentiate how much of the crowd was Saiyan as some locals in new Vegeta did have a curious amount of human commerce. Being that he was in the Saiyan home world he thought it safe to assume all of them were sayians. He choose his looks wisely as he didn't want anyone catching him staring at their bottom attempting to distinguish a tail, for what he could gather there was a mixed preference to keep their tails tucked in, he was happy for that it would mean less of chance for him standing out.

Navigating the port well enough to not potentially start a fight by brushing against someone too hard he found no more difficultly as he hit the New Vegeta streets towards the location he had the best ides his future spouse would be. He wasn't offered any strange glances on his way around blending in well as he didn't look that far away from the average Saiyan.

"Hmm, don't know why people bash this place..." He pondered as most people on earth seemed to share a universal fear of the Saiyan homeworld. They spoke of this place like it was a jungle but if anything the only difference was these individuals happened to have tails.

At a distance he noticed the image that had burned into his mind from the five hours he'd spent memorizing her face off of a computer screen. She was much less decorated than in her image but that did not stop Emanuel from noticing the features he literally knew better than his own mother. He made a start waving his hand above him as if she had eyes on the back of her head to even see his futile gesture. "Hey!" he shouted before colliding with a vehicle in clear disregard of the speed limit.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Already across the street by the time he had called out for her, the "Hey" went completely unheard. What she did hear was the cries as the car collided with him. Stopping her tracks the first thing she did was reach out with her sense, her natural reaction to access the source of the cries, searching for any signature that might be one she did not recognize. Of course accidents happened frequently enough in the city, but rarely with the Queen so close to them. With so many people in such a close proximity to one another she had not even sifted through them enough when she saw several people running to the small crowd that had surrounded the accident site. Realizing it for what it was, Akassa turns fully to head to the spot herself.

Again, normally she didn't involve herself with every car accident or minor scuffle in the city simply because she wasn't present…nor did she have the time to deal with the latter, rights quire frequent. The people couldn't be blamed though, it was in their blood, and as long as no one was seriously hurt "training" was encourage. Most sensing her approach, they move aside quickly enough to part before her casual pace. When the crowd cleared enough for her to see she saw a male sitting on the ground with a smoking vehicle not that far away. From the first glance it seemed the car had suffered more than the man. About to ask if everyone was alright herself, a Saiyan soldier would step in front of her and salute.

"Just a minor accident Your Grace, everyone is alright and there is no reason to concern yourself." The formal tone and conviction in his voice enough for the Queen, a slight nod given in return before she turns away to again set down her path. She cared for her people, but had no problem letting her soldiers carry out the lower level tasks. Of course the soldier that had just informed her of the situation was a little over zealous and hadn't really fully grasped what had happened yet, he was just anxious to appear impressive before Akassa.

That was made very clear to Emanuel as he moves closer; blocking any view he might have had of the retreating Queen. "Sir, are you alright?" His eyes then shifting to the wrecked car, its driver looking quite dizzy behind the steering wheel and probably the one in need of medical attention. The only thing the soldier had really done was getting in the way of Emanuel actually getting to talk to the Queen; his desire to do so what had caused the accident in the first place.

With the accident behind her already removed from her thoughts, the well-oiled machine that was the Saiyan military already at work. Such order and public outreach had been another part of the changes she had initiated in the recent months of her rule. For too long the city had been treated like one of Earth, minimal military enforcement and presence. While some might think it more of an intimidation tactic, soldiers about the streets, it had initially been implemented for defense purpose. The reduction in crime simply a bonus.

[Emanuel/Cellaci]

Before the words had even escaped his lips Emanuel could feel the full force of Saiyan manufactured steel crunch and bend around his leg then bringing his temple to the window pane as the impact rotated him enough to kick him off balance. Had this been an automobile in earth the poor thing would have folded like wet tissue paper on Emanuel even while his guard was down and he was chasing his bride to be. The Saiyan might be known for their capriciousness and power before their ingenuity but after this hit and soon to run Emanuel couldn't doubt either department. He'd landed three feet away from the now wrecked vehicle with little more than a slight buzz brought on less from the impact more from the fact that, that even just happened. "The hell is up with traffic laws here?" He said rolling onto his back ready to kip up to his feet.

The sound of Saiyan soldiers voice buckling with a combination of nationalism and anxiety made him halt in his quick recovery. He stated the woman he was referring to as his grace and as far as he knew most of the nobility of this planet was dead and usurped. There had only been one noble he was sure was even here, he would have thought that she would not have been interested in such an event but this simply reinforced the fact that she was here. She'd come back for him! Of course seeing it like that was a little more romanticized than the reality of the traffic accident that had actually just happened but Emanuel was an optimist through and through.

The soldier had given her cause to proceed along her own way, he could tell despite the slight screen of smoke visually keeping them apart that was being emitted by the vehicle's engine and the Saiyan soldier that acted as a vangaurd but he knew she was moving away. Emanuel's locked onto her energy and the experience was one of the most intense things he's ever felt. What was more was even judging from the slight degree he could metaphysically perceive he knew she was capable of so much more. Her power was on the league he's only felt from his Father during training and just of thought of facing such a powerful opponent made his blood boil. He knew he'd stand no chance if he'd tried but simply giving it a shot would be the best payment for what would be incredible mistake.

"Sir are you alright?" By the time he'd heard the soldier speak it was too late. Emanuel was so eager to meet the Queen of the Saiyans not several meters away that he'd kipped up at the same moment the Saiyan soldier checking up on man in the vehicle had neared him. As he stood back up from the kip up the momentum of it caused him to bring his forehead to the Saiyan authorities nose. Emanuel stepped back with both hands held up apologetically. "I'm sorry, bill me later, get me the number of that car, see ya!" He said before leaping over the crowd in one bound in an attempt not to lose Akassa.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Thoughts already switching back to her tasks at hand, Akassa wondered little about the aftermath of the accident. Her soldiers were well trained and they knew how to handle such situations. General Toa had done well to whip them all into shape. While she was Queen, her experience with such things was very limited due to her educational focus growing up in military tactics and combat. Such training had made her the formidable warrior she was today, yet it had given her only some of the skills required to actually run the kingdom and the economy that came with it. That is where her trusted General had come in. Although her word was law, he often offered advice on more politically based decisions and improvements to the city. She felt over the previous months she had begun to get better grasp on it, but his word was still plenty useful.

What she did understand was how a barracks was supposed to operate. As she continued down the street the first of the barracks on her stop came into view, the military structure standing out against the rest of the buildings around it. Round and wide in construction the building itself was comparable to an arena in size and shape. Multiple levels housed living quarters and multiple training facilities. At the center of each newly constructed barracks was an open ground training field, allowing for that more natural training element then being locked up in one of the simulators within the other floors. Drawing closer, the two soldiers positioned out front of the building would come into view, the constant guards outside of such structures a clear example of the city’s new heightened defenses.

A beep on the scouter attached to the right side of her head had the Queen stopping though. A power signature above what was considered the norm on New Vegeta scrolled across the screen. According to the small device it was coming from behind her and slightly up in the air. Eyebrow arching with curiosity she slowly turns to see a male sailing through the air in an excessive leap. Eyes narrowing some to focus better on the figure she doesn’t recognize who he was, even with his commendable power signature. What in the world was he jumping like that for? Many traveled around the city with the use of bukujutsu, but few leapt and skipped their way down the streets.

Head cocking to the side slightly she watches, curious as to the male’s antics. Is that why he had been hit by that car before, because he was leaping and dropping in out of nowhere? Of course she had no idea he was actually trying to catch up to her, the Queen his target and the car just having gotten in the way.

[Emanuel/Cellaci]

Emanuel can finally see the Queen of Saiyans in her full glory, albeit at a slight distance as his body has yet to descend to the proper level to make out her features in full. Emanuel coasted across the sky ricocheting himself of the corner of the building that had lied behind the crowd eager to see the cause of the accident he'd accidentally caused. His steps were graceful and light causing no noise as he jumped off the structure and towards the ground that Akassa stood on.

Emanuel was perfectly capable of flight but he opted to keep the use of the ability strictly for when it was necessary. Perhaps it was his instinct as his training found it's genesis through amateur boxing whose components were strong stances and foot work. It had conditioned him to follow the concept of keeping a strong root under him to make him an object incapable of wavering no matter how much damage he'd sustained. To him having his feet on the ground and standing tall was a symbol of his tenacity and ability to surmount obstacles. The concept stuck with him even once the ability of flight was introduced to him and the need to adhere to gravity was obsolete.

Emanuel landed some meters away from Akassa. It was finally time to speak with the power in New Vegeta, the last event was unprecedented but now there would be nothing preventing him from making the abysmal trip to the planet worth it. He slowly approached her noting that the device on the right of face was blinking with signals he couldn't identify. Whether he understood the figures or not didn't matter as he recognized the device as a scouter and if the description of device from his Father served long spaces between beeps from the device meant you were strong, that was the only thing he would want the thing to communicate.

"Finally, your grace I've been holding the desire to tell you that I want to-" "-Fuck you!" The shrill cry of a woman from across the street rang towards them before he could finish his sentence. The woman was holding a middle finger to a man, she wielded the finger with enough spite and venom to be considered a lethal weapon. The man held his hands out asking how he was responsible for the events of the day, obviously a case of a first date gone sour. Emanuel only paid enough attention to the scene to make sure there wasn't going to be another rude interruption.

He shook his head at the sordid affair before looking back to Akassa recollecting his words. "I simply wanted to say that that I want-" "-boobs!" The sound of a mother berating her children by calling them the term interrupted Emanuel yet again. He stamped his foot in frustration looking towards the mother bringing new definition to the term 'If looks could kill.'

He sighed as the commotion from all directions settled down keeping alert to even slightest noise that could possibly interrupt the one sentence he needed to dispense unabated. He lowered himself to a knee looking his Queen in the eye with a slight waver in his. Up close her beauty was almost unreal, the sight of her on a computer screen did not do her justice, the streak of red in her hair more vibrant than it the red that painted the atmosphere of the planet. "Your grace, all I wanted to ask was if I could have your-" "-ass!"

"Ey, shut the fuck up I'm trying to propose here!" Emanuel shouted in whatever direction the voice had come from.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

The man, one she was definitely not familiar with, landed a short distance away from her. His slow approach hinted at a small amount of hesitation; he was walking towards the Queen of the Saiyan people after all. While she didn’t think herself outright intimidating it often appeared that was the case. Whether it be the latent power of her base form or the station she occupied, people often seemed uneasy in her presence. Such an aura was not something she minded radiating, for she was the ruler of a planet, but when it affected others to a higher degree it could become irritating. On several occasions stammering words had been the result of those with a lesser constitution trying to address her, such a lack of confidence always irritating to the Queen.

Whatever his reason for the slow pace, this man didn’t look all that intimidated, nor did he hesitate to speak to her. Having no idea who he was still, she was at least pleased that he chose to address her with an acceptable title. Brow lifting as he speaks, she frowns as the loud obscenity cuts the male off. Glancing over she saw woman flipping off the man, her outburst drawing the attention of many. Her focus didn’t remain on the apparent fighting couple, eyes shifting back over to the male before her. Again he attempted to speak, but a second woman was quick to thwart his efforts. Was it destiny perhaps? His words not meant to be heard by the Queen? Such a belief in fate was never something Akassa had held onto.

For the third attempt at presenting his message the boy decided to drop to his knee, a much more fitting position when addressing the Queen, especially in such a direct way. “Your Grace, all I wanted to ask was if I could have your – ass!” This time Akassa had to let out a sigh, her patients all but gone at this point. The males following outburst caused the female to finally speak up.

”Enough of this foolishness, what is your name and what is it you wish to say?” The volume of her voice didn’t rise, yet the commanding tone it took was a clear indicator that she was growing fed up with his botched attempts to try and speak. His signature and persistence were the only reasons she hadn’t walk away already and even those were starting to grow dull. The boy best speak his mind now or she would be on her way.

[Emanuel/Cellaci]

Emanuel's patience as also growing thin as every attempt for him to propose were being thwarted by an uncanny stream of coincidental interruptions, or perhaps the fates were fucking with him knowing that the combination of the two would be too much unbridled sex appeal for the world to handle. He remained on a knee taking a quick glance at his surroundings making sure nothing else would randomly pop up to intervene in the question he needed to ask. "Your Grace, I as a humble Hybrid Saiyan from Earth have been swayed by your grace and power and ask for your hand in marriage." Yes! No interruptions, now his only concerns would be how she chose to say no. Emanuel was an optimist but he realized this was an impossible pursuit but his need to challenge himself drove him to try regardless, the chances of her saying yes were slim he understood but he was prepared to prove himself for her.

He doesn't falter in looking her in the eyes to communicate the conviction behind his proposal. Even as her aura held a powerful air of intimidation that would make a lesser man buckle at simply pronouncing a syllable around her he keeps his cool even after proposing something so absurd. How he would act next would be a product of her reaction, he knelled silent waiting for her response.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Honestly, she had been expecting some sort of request, perhaps entry into the military or for a chance to test himself against her in combat. The last guess she would have ever made, as would anyone else besides the fool before her, was the request for her hand in marriage. Her first reaction to his words was to blink, eyelids fluttering up and down in disbelief. Confusion was soon mixed with anger, the male before her thinking such a topic so light that he might ask her in the middle of the street? Jaw setting a little as her eyes stay locked with his, she had the right mind to put this boy in his place, perhaps publicly punish him for so boldly making a pass at the Queen of New Vegeta...then she got it. With the realization of the truth dawning on her like a new days sun, Akassa's angry visage is replaced by a knowing smirk.

"Hilarious. Was it Nasu that put you up to this? That little runt is going to get it, he should know better to keep such pranks confined to the palace grounds. Anyone overhearing such words might think them serious is nature. Come now, stand up and tell me your name. Do not fear retribution, I am sure he did everything short of physically harming you to make you part of his game." Then again maybe physical injury was what it had taken for this unknown Earthling to gather enough courage to take part in her foolish brothers antics. Nasu was not known for his restraint as much as he was known for his "sense" of humor. As far as she could tell it came from whoever the male's mother had been, the Queen sharing little in terms of a sense of humor compared to her half brother. She did have to give this one some credit though, having the gall to actually go through with it.

Little did she know this was no joke, his proposal one hundred percent serious. How could she be blamed though? The idea of someone, especially someone so weak (relatively speaking) proposing marriage was even more unrealistic than Nasu setting up such a prank. Akassa had contemplated marriage, more for extending the Hattori bloodline than anything, but had decided it was something best saved for later. There was far too much to be done to bring a child into this world and when she did it would be raised with a loving yet firm hand, the former something she had never been awarded.

[Emanuel/Cellaci]

The look that began to surface from the initial flinch of confusion signaled a sense of dread to course down Emanuel's spine. The question must have caught her off guard but for whatever reason instead of responding in a yes or no fashion the aura of malice increased around her threatening to choke him where he knelt. Even as possible death stared back at him with the face of the woman Emanuel could not help the rush of peril he embraced with a shallow grin, the threat alone made him feel a certain rush he'd usually only feel when locked in combat. He concealed his sign of amusement through bitten tongue waiting for the retaliation to proceed, her smile was something else entirely.

Emanuel tried to recollect his memory in the event that he's ever come across someone by the name of Nasu but his search seems largely inconclusive. He'd never even heard of this name until now yet she believes that he was collaborating his completely honest proposal as some kind of joke. He'd almost feel offended if it weren't for the fact that proposal itself seemed far fetched to begin with, her disbelief was understandable but he would not let her carry on with such an idea of him. Even if he is going to get his ass kicked it would be done by the Queen of Saiyans and he wasn't about to let the goal slip so easily.

He rises to his feet at her command not wanting to disobey an order, or at least what he'd think would be one, with a small chuckle. His minute laughter grows as he gets to his feet standing at his full height. "Hahahahaha, I'm not joking though." He says playing along with the tone yet communicating that his proposal was legitimate. "My name is Cellaci and I do wish to marry you, I will do whatever you need to test my worth."

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

The male rose to his feet without hesitation. While his name was revealed so was the apparent truth behind his words...or at least the depth of his commitment to this ruse. Akassa would entertain herself a short while longer, the more she went along with it the more pleasing it would be to pay Nasu back for it. With Cellaci now standing, the slightly shorter Queen was forced to tilt her eyes up to hold his. Being shorter than those she spoke with was nothing new, Akassa smaller than almost all she spent regular time around. Ezekiel NeCross had more than a full foot on her, the massive Saiyan dwarfing her in terms of physical stature. Of course in terms of power, she far outclassed him.

Scanning over Cellaci, the Queen does not hide the shifting of her eyes as they roll down to his feet then back up to look him in the eye once more. With his tail hidden, but muscular build and thick black hair, she assumed him half Saiyan. His claim to be from Earth further supporting that as few Humans were constructed in such a way and even fewer full blooded Saiyans called the blue planet home. The signature her scouter and senses detected also hinted at more than just human, the soft race not exactly know for a large collection of powerful warriors. The male was most likely considered average to handsome by most, no deformities visible and in commendable shape. Akassa of course had little time for such types of relationships, the Queen preferring sparring partners over marital ones.

"So Cellaci, you are serious about this then." Akassa still thinking this all a joke despite his unknowingly honest words. "Very well. Why is it I should accept your proposal? What is it that you can offer your Queen that another could not?" Arms casually crossing over her chest, she arches a brow as she asks the questions. Nasu could be a fool, but he was no idiot. Perhaps he had prepared the boy with answers to such obvious questions, the Queen curious to see how convincing this was all supposed to be. Part of her almost wanted him to offer protection as was often the expected duty of a husband, women so often considered the weaker of the sexes. Whether one believed in that or not, a very clear exception to accepted stereotype stood before Cellaci. Akassa needed protection from no one.

Around them the sounds of the city carried on. Cars honked, birds flew overhead and the several guards within sight all watched the interaction between the two. Ever suspicious of powerful individuals that were not known, the military was on constant alert for potential threats. Her father had let the defenses of New Vegeta grow soft, a mistake that had cost many lives. She would see her home never caught off guard again. Of course their training and natural instincts would suggest they investigate this strange man, but none dared to interrupt the Queen's conversation. It was know she had a temper and although she had never taken the life of a single law abiding citizen, a few soldiers had ended up in a rejuvenation tank after angering her. All that served under her respected the power she was able to wield and more than a few feared it.

[Emanuel/Cellaci]

Small flares of the the Saiyan military men's power levels surfed in the sea of the collectively weaker power of the citizens that were carrying on with thier own affairs. Emanuel thought that his courageous proposal would have turned more heads than it had, he was effectively trying to become their new king if anything this was more important than whatever errands they had to run. Though he found it preferable that they were not congesting the situation with prying eyes proposing was enough of an ordeal, having to it with the breath and scrutiny of thousands of people down his neck would prove a little more difficult.

Emanuel tried not to notice the height advantage having now finally gotten close enough to her to notice, he'd been on a knee for a time so he did not register the fact until now. Judging her by her size was the furthest thing from his mind, having already felt he power he understood she was capable of killing him in whatever manner she could possibly invent with little trouble. The idea of undertaking such an insurmountable battle was seductive, the thrill of being pressured and returning everything he had with no regard for the surroundings as he had only one option for survival. Having such a beautiful opponent was just extra. He may not have been raised to consider what Saiyan's consider beautiful as such but if there was a difference the woman before him transcended it. 

Emanuel had not prepared himself to explain his qualifications for the marital position, he was expecting his audition requirements to be a fight. When Akassa explained to him to list off what qualifies him to her spouse he brought his thumb and forefinger to his chin pensively. "Hmm, well I can cook, clean, I love a good fight, I'm good with my hands which helps out when you're stressed, I'm loyal never cheated on my significant others." Not the one's who didn't deserve it anyway. "If you would take me I'd devote myself entirely to making you happy, if you want me to jump through suns I'll ask how many." Hopefully that number stays at zero. "...and uh...I can dance, I guess." He added half heartedly. "I won't pretend like you need my protection, I'm looking to have an intimate relationship not a business one, plus I think you can handle yourself just fine."

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Those within earshot might have been interested, but many knew better than to interfere or eavesdrop on the Queen’s business. Akassa was their devoted ruler through and through, yet the Saiyan system recognized her as the superior to all. Her position above them, one she fully accepted along with them, was not meant as disrespect to any that were considered lower. Their culture recognized the significance of rank and power, the Saiyan Queen above all others in both respects. Akassa loved her subjects and they loved her, but there was no confusion as to who was ruling who. There was a very good reason that all she passed paid their respects to her, she was Queen and her will was absolute.

When he began to answer her questions she stood in silence, letting him list off all of his qualifications for becoming her husband and the next King of New Vegeta. Out of it all the part about loving a good fight was the most appealing as the Queen had servants and soldiers to take care of any of the other things he listed off. It was also interesting to see how straight forward he was presenting himself, laying it out exactly what he was looking for in this “relationship.” However, there was one little part of his answer that stood out to the Queen above the rest, one she found quite amusing to be mixed in with his explanation of his qualifications.

”I couldn’t help but notice you mentioned you never cheated on a significant other. Tell me Cellaci…how many others have you pulled this with before turning your attentions to me?” Akassa’s eyes would narrow some as she speaks, not really angry as she still wasn’t taking this seriously, but she was quite skilled at making the expression believable. She used it on many that came asking for favors and aide from the palace. In the end she almost always provided what was requested (within reason), but it was important to make those seeking her aide sweat it out a little. The Queen couldn’t make herself appear to soft or others might seek to take advantage of her.

[Emanuel/Cellaci]

Emanuel was taken aback at Akassa's sudden demand to know his dating record, usually this was a question to be thrown on him after the relationship was well underway. He however did not let his surprise by her demand show keeping his posture firm and his face relatively neutral to her concern showing only a blink and a nod in confirmation. "Hmph, well I've had a few significant others before, certainly none of them a Queen, I approached them like I would any woman of a lower caliber than you so it's safe to say, I haven't pulled this with anyone else but you." The piercing nature of her eyes made him wary of his choice of words lest they have him end up a scorch mark on the pavement. He wasn't prepared to die and sure as hell was not prepared to die as a tourist on another planet, that easily makes top ten on lamest ways to die. Her glare curled to hint at latent frustration, he'd grown familiar with appraising these types of expression as he's had cause to do so a lot with his Father.

"And I wouldn't hold my previous relationships comparable to my attempt here, my previous girlfriends couldn't possibly compare to you." He knew it was harsh to say but the simple fact of the matter is that none of them could appreciate fighting like he could, they were content to be with him because of his compassion and loyalty outside of a fight but their lack of interest in a good boxing match left a lot to be desired. "Should you take me as your spouse you'd have my full undivided attention though, and I'd gladly spar with you at any moment, trust me I really would." He added at the tail of his sentence to drive home that he enjoys training and self betterment far more than his gentle heritage should allow.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

”So than I am the first Queen you have asked to take your hand in marriage? How flattering it is to a girl that the one proposing to her has finally decided to elevate himself above women lower than her caliber. Your previous partners must be so glad that you spent time with them, if you are in fact adequate enough to wed a Queen, no? Or perhaps you were always dating those deserving of your stature and now seek to reach higher?” Akassa’s eyes would not leave him, the shorter Queen not lacking in confidence. Even when she had just been a Princess, there was no individual that intimidated her. Tsuyo she had respected, dropping to knee as was the duty of her position, but it had never been out of fear. How foolish she had been though the years, not seeing the man for what he was.

That was neither here nor there, yet the harsh tone her voice shifted too would make it seem as if he had aggravated her. Letting silence take over for a moment, Akassa then rolls her eyes, a smirk taking over her lips. Her words had all been for her own entertainment, playing along with the little joke that her mischievous little brother had set up. Enough was enough though; she had plenty before her that yet needed to be addressed. However, she wasn’t exactly rude, even if this little distraction hadn’t been exactly appropriate. Eyes shifting back to meet his once more she offers a small smile.

”Tell Nasu I will be looking for him soon. As for yourself, enjoy the city, but do not be bothering me again…no matter how much my brother might offer to pay you.” With that the Queen would turn and plan to head on her way. Mind shifting back to the task at hand, she couldn’t help but think about smacking Nasu around later. Of course it had been amusing, but it was the great reason to go a little overboard in their next training sessions. Venting her “anger” would be the perfect excuse to give him a good beating.