Father and Son [Invite Momotaro]

[Turles]

The sun has barely risen and Turles was already up searching for potential candidates to join his Corp. He would fly threw the air scouting with his scouter, detecting the weak miserable and pathetic power levels humans had to offer.

After a few hours of flying he decided to take a break and eat a lunch he stole from the deli. He would then sit on top of a skyscraper and would look into the sky going over plans on how to remove Frieza from power. "But if we did that then..." he would mumble to himself. Then out of the blue a power level of 5,000 came in range of his scouter. Unlike the high power levels he encountered there was no scouter signal coming from it so he knew it wasn't one of Frieza's men. Curious he would jump off the building and fly towards the mysterious power level.

[SARU]

Trudging through the scanty streets was only one person who could fit such a power that was high enough to isolate itself from all others. Honestly it was something akin to a magnet to all outside forces that sought it out due to curiosity. What they usually found was something even more surprising, though. Much more surprising.

Unkempt black locks fluttered in the passerby winds, his nose wrinkled and sneeze ensued thereafter as a sense of besieging came over him. He just took it as some noon-time jitters and dismissed the feelings as if they were nothing.

"Uh..." He groaned, dragging his feet across the road, the desire for something eventful to happen was strong within him. "This place is so dead... How does that old geezer expect me to branch out in this dead place?" Kicking the rock in front of him across the road idly, he followed it a little ways until it stopped again, and, after relocating it, he kicked it again. He repeated this process two or three more times before he came to a stop at the fountain at the end of the road, located on the eastern most part of the town. It was beautiful. In these times, you rarely found anything like that anymore.

[Turles]

After a few minutes of flying he had arrived near the target. Instead of freaking out the locals and attracting attention to himself he would land in an alley. He would then walk out the alley slowly and casually.

The people around him surprisingly did not take notice of his clothing probably because they inferred that he was one of Frieza's men. But despite Turles knowing this he would disregard this, as he was busy doing his own thing rather than focusing on trivial facts. He then turned on his scouter scouting for the high power-level. "Come on where are you?" he thought to himself. Suddenly his scouter had detected the power level signaled with repetitive beeps.

After walking for a few minutes he had finally tracked down the power level that was radiating from a child. Turles was in shock that a mere human child had a power level of 5000. The highest power level he had seen so far on this planet was around 1000 but yet a mere child had shattered this record. "Is my scouter broken or something! There is no way a human child could be this powerful!" he thought in his mind.

As he walked closer to the teenager he had seemed to be familiar as if he had seen him all his life. Puzzled by the child his curiosity had then took top priority at that point. And as he stood in front of him he would then say in a confused tone "Who the hell are you?"

[SARU]

Before long the peace and tranquility that Saru was absorbing was disrupted by a beaming presence, steaming like a steam engine. Turning to the side, he cocked his head as his facial expression turned a little bit curious. who was this guy talking to? There was no one else in the area really, or at least no one close enough to be audible to the interrogation.

"Nn?" Locking eyes with the mighty Saiyan, Saru's gaze was a powerful one, as it normally was. Where many would quiver in fear from the man's presence, his interest was piqued.

Scratching the little stubble fuzz he had growing in right under his chin, he shrugged seemingly dismissing the man's question while locked in contemplation with a question of his own. Like a dagger ripping through his tendons his thoughts began to weigh heavily upon his buckling mind causing his temples to ache with curiosity.

"Oi..." Saru called out with a certain authority, the seriousness in his tone was astonishing. "Is that thing real?" He asked, thumbing towards the tail that wrapped around Turles's waist. Go figure. Saru gets approached by a mighty Saiyans, which he doesn't know about mind you, and his interest is taken by the tail. He would be so absent minded, but with a purpose. Curiosity killed the cat, after all; not the Monkey.

[Turles]

The mighty space warrior was obviously annoyed when the young child had ignored his question. But not only had Saru ignored his question he had the audacity to ask Turles a question of his own. This was especially shown in the facial expression the saiyan warrior had made. But instead of going into an animalistic rage he would act more reserved and patient as he would feel somewhat bad if he killed the child without satisfying his curiosity. But after a few seconds of cooling off he would start chuckling.

"You got some real nerve kid" he said with a devilish smile.

He would then decide to actually be nice and to ask his question but as soon as he thought up a response he then had an epiphany on to why the child was so naturally strong. "Could it be that this child is a saiyan offspring" he thought in his head. At this thought was running through his head Turles had made a surprised and astonished face.

While still making an astonished face he would ask hastily "W-who is your father?"

[SARU]

Pause.

The nerve of this guy. Off and insinuating stuff out of the blue, it was rude to ask people personal questions randomly. Then again, maybe this brute didn't know that. He was an ape, after all; maybe his brain couldn't grasp the concept of respect.

Clenching his jaws, his teeth clicked as his eyes narrowed at Turles with a snarl. Saru usually took offense to questions pertaining to parents and having them, as they could all orphans.

"Nunya," he quipped, spitting, his fist gripping into a fist. The wind to his hair caused it to cascade in the breeze, it was then that his brown oculars were fully visible and focused on the Saiyan with a certain purpose.

Deep on the inside Saru wanted to just walk away, leaving the situation for naught; though, Saru, when he got angry, and boy does he get angry, he often doesn't think towards doing the more rational things. It was like his angry controlled him like a puppeteer, moving him by its whim. Instead of overacting he decided to handle this a different way, opening his hand from his fist, his aura began to becoming more tranquil.

"Who the hell are you!?" Queried Saru, folding his arms inward. The shoe was on the other foot now, and Saru was asking all the questions. "Who's YOUR father!?"