Mom, meet my green friend! [Citole]

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto shot through the skies, having caught to Citole only moments after the namek left South City's outskirts. Now the two flew side by side in silence, partially traumatized by the sudden turn of events. The falling, burning bodies. The ship blowing up. Everything happened at once. The good thing was, the two managed to get out alive. The teen's clothes were ripped from the explosion, his black v-neck shirt literally ripped in half and the left sweat pant's legs of blow off. Aside from a gash on his forehead and a couple of scratches, Vanto seemed to be fine. Deciding to break the thirty minutes of silence, the raven haired male turned to his new friend. "So...how does it feel to be free?"

[Citole]

"I've been a slave for quite some time... I'm not sure I've felt much of a difference yet, he answered quietly, the outlook was bleak, there was no way he would ever be able to avoid the changeling tyrant for long. For now, his thoughts remained focused on the pessimistic side of things, wanting that worry to go away but... It didn't matter how much he tried, the hopelessness of his entire situation always managed to flood right back in.

The Namekian glanced back over at Vanto again. "And Frieza will probably come for me, as soon as he realizes what has happened," the best thing he could do was mask his powerlevel and hope, but even that trick would only last for so long. Eventually, he would be found, unless... Frieza was stopped for good.

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto narrowed his eyes in response to Citole's pessimism. The teen wondered why his green companion was still in that slave mindset, but then again it was something that was hard to shake loose. Sighing obnoxiously loud and wiping a bit of blood from his forehead, he increased speed, moving hastily in front of the namekian. There were nearing in on West City and Vanto's house was near the edge of the metropolis. The young boy began to gradually descend, his hair whipping back wildly in the harsh wind. Removing his shirt, he glanced over to Citole. "Put this over your head and hide your attenanea, we're nearing my house." he said, handing the ripped article of clothing to the green alien. "Also, tuck your arms into your shirt or something: any the green part of your body anyway you know how."

Vanto would land into an alley, flying high over the neighborhood that contained his house. Once he landed, the teen would examine himself. Based on his injuries, his mother would give him the third degree. She was going to ask him about what he just did, and no one the teen could say "Oh! I just fought a swordsman and saved/killed a large amount of south city slaves!". "Gah," he spat in anxiety. Vanto would begin to walk out of the alley as Citole landed, wiping the dry blood from his arm and forehead.

[Citole]

It was clear that they had begun to slow in their flight, and now Citole watched as the human descended closer to the ground, he wondered if they had already made it to their destination then. He followed after him, lowering himself until he was hovering at the same level as Vanto once again.

Was he really suggesting he hide his antennae? His green skin too? Even if the Namekian did want to do such a thing, there was no way he could hide all signs of it. Reluctantly, he grabbed the shirt from the human and stared at it for a moment. Ugh... He pulled the cloth over his head regardless of how strange it felt, in his embarrassment he felt a light blush come to his cheeks. One of his pointy ears twitched as he attempted to hide it inside the shirt-hat, it didn’t look that great once he was done but it was the best he could manage...

”It’s no use, my skin is still much too visible,” he sighed, landing in the alleyway a short time later. If they were only going to Vanto’s home though, they would no longer be out in the open, thus Citole couldn’t see what the big deal was. ”I thank you for taking the risk of bringing me to your home.”

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto scratched the back of his head in thought, his eyes scanning over the alien. Why couldn't meet any more humans? "Alright...then I'll make up something." the teen said, still walking down the sidewalk. They were nearing his neighborhood and the sounds of laughter filled the area. Several little kids chased down one another around the block, those passing by and giving Citole a strange look. As one kid passed by, Citole spoke and Vanto smiled at the comment. "Ah, no problem! Just step one of my master plan to take down Frieza!" he boasted, pounding a fist against his chest. His proud posture slackened a bit as he exhaled, looking down at the ground. "You know, I really screwed up. I got about three-hundred people killed."

Because of Vanto, those slaves were killed in the most horrible way. Burning as their bodies were torn apart by an explosion, those who managed to escape the explosion unscathed smashing against the ground with a sickening crack. All because the teen didn't know how to drive the ship fast enough. Good thing they managed to escape with their lives and Citole was an important asset to Frieza so that was one of the situation's pros. Citole had to more than a healer; when it came to aliens, there had to more than one person out of the possibly millions of races in outer space that can heal to the extent the namekian could. That swordsman was willing to kill Vanto, just for the namekian however, completely disregarding the freed slaves.

The thirteen year old stopped in front of his house and let out an aggravated gasp in response to what he saw. His mother was tending to their garden outside and upon seeing her son, dropped her watering can onto the floor in shock. "My baby!" she shouted, running out of the fenced yard and hugging the teen tightly. It also at that moment she noticed Citole and Mrs. Lux looked at him like he had nine heads. Her blacks orbs scanned him, mainly the green parts of her body and instead of screaming out in fright, smiled. "Are you a cosplayer? If so, your outfits' real good!"

His eyes wide, Vanto's face turned red as he choked back laughter. His mother sure was oblivious sometimes. "Yeah, mom! I was 'playing football' and I brought my friend over to hang." he shouted, attempting to dismiss the conversation. The teen quickly squirmed out of his mother's iron grip and grasped Citole's wrist. "We'll be in my room, doing homework. Bye!" he shouted, before pulling Citole past Mrs. Lux, through the yard and into the house

Mrs. Lux looked around awkwardly and smiled. Her son had been training once more and she knew that well. She casually stalked back into the yard and continued tending to her garden.

[Citole]

”If you think that will help...” Citole, on the other hand, was not quite so confident in how a lie about his skin color would help any situation. Yet, he had already chosen to put his life in this human’s hands, at least for the moment, thus the decision was Vanto’s.

He could almost bring himself to laugh cheerfully at the teenager’s boasting, but in the end, the Namekian had only enough in him to manage a smile. That which turned to a solemn expression once the boasting had died away and the slaves were again mentioned. Citole blamed himself for the loss, more than he would ever be able to blame the human or even the soldier who had done it...

As the green-skinned alien turned his attention to his feet in somber thought, he heard the high-pitched chatter of a nearby human suddenly start going off. Attention snapping to the scene, Citole was met with a scrutinizing observation from what he heard was Vanto’s own mother. He inched nervously to the side, hoping to move far enough so as to make the mother’s son the shield between them. Even when her reaction became one of innocent curiosity, still Citole found himself remaining frightened, he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

Before he knew it, Vanto was again tugging the Namekian away from uncomfortable confrontation. Gratefully allowing himself to be pulled along, if only to avoid an awkward conversation where he wouldn’t have the slightest clue what to say. He breathed a deep sigh of release once they had finally set foot inside the safety of the family’s house. ”Th—thank you, you've saved me once more... I did not realize there would be dangers right outside the door to your own home.”

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto pulled Citole through his home, kicking off his shoes upon entering the home. Usually, the boy would've told Citole to do the same but the namekian wasn't a regular guest. This was the first time he even had an alien in his house, so that was pretty cool. Upon reaching the stairs, Vanto let go Citole's arm and gestured him to follow him up the stairs. The teen shot up the stairs and down the hall, sliding to a halt and sliding open the door at the end of the hall.

The room was rather big, bigger than most expected. It was perfect box, the walls painted a bright red with everything else being either blue or red, several Tenkaichi Budokai posters on the wall. Vanto would let Citole in and then slide the door close, locking it. "This is my casa!" he said, whipping his arms into the air. "That's spanish for house, I think."

Vanto walked over to his bed and sat down, patting the spot next to him as a silent invite to Citole. Once the green alien took a seat, Vanto would push his entire body onto the bed and shuffle across the mattress, the red sheets ruffling and crunching under him. The boy pressed his back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. "So you're a healer and..what else?" he asked, trying to spark conversation.

[Citole]

Citole followed his acquaintance up the stairs into his bedroom. It was... cozy, he supposed was the word for it. Much better than the 'accommodations' the Namekians had been forced to grow used to in the city.

Even the bedding was soft... When the alien sat down upon it, he finally felt as though he could relax somewhat. In a way, he truly feel a sense of safety in the human's home. A sense that he didn't have to run any further... However, that could never be really true, could it?

For now though, Citole allowed that feeling to keep hold. In the meantime, he would have to resort to withholding the truth from his ally, Vanto. Really, it was the better for the both of him for so long as he kept his mouth shut about any further details on his clan. "That's all there is to it. People like a healer, we can be helpful under the right circumstances."

Now, to push the topic away from himself... "Tell me though, what were you doing in the middle of an alien slave labor site...? You were nearly killed yourself, charging in alone as you did."

[Vanto Lux]

The teen noticed how one-sided Citole's answers were and it really annoyed him. Couldn't the former slave at least be straight-forward with his savior? Vanto was no indian-giver but that's the least that could be done, right? Narrowing his eyes once more, Vanto took a breath and reached into his pocket, pulling out the scouter that he retrieved from his South City raid an hour ago. The boy then stood up on the bed, jumping up and nearly hitting his head on the ceiling. Vanto ran across his room over to a dresser and pulled up a drawer, shoving the scouter in and under a large amount of junk before slamming it close. It was then Citole asked his question.

His expression darkened, once again thinking about the dead slaves. "I was trying to free the slaves and deal some damage to Frieza's army, step-by-step." he said, pursing his lips. Vanto then walked away from the dresser and over to his closet, pulling the door open and stepped in. He withdrew two sets of clothes, tossing them on the bed next to Citole and went back into the closet, searching avidly for something. Poking his head out, a big smile on his face. "After all, I'm gonna destroy Frieza myself."

[Citole]

"You certainly have big goals for someone so young... And a human nonetheless, though I suppose that makes sense. This is your home planet after all..." what Citole wouldn't give to be back on his own home world if only for a minute. He missed it more than anything, the green waters, three stars as opposed to one... The only green water he could see on this planet Earth was green due to the pollution...

The Namekian's eyes were drawn to the clothes that had been tossed onto the bed. "What's this?" he questioned the human, feeling almost to the point of being unwilling to wear the clothes of an earthling. It was just... absurd. He picked the pants up and held them out in front of himself, standing up at the foot of the bed. A brief inspection of the garments led him to believe that they would be too large for a Namekian of his size, but he tried not to say anything that might upset Vanto. He merely stared at the articles of clothing with a doubtful expression on his face.

"Frieza destroyed my planet when he had no further use for it. It's good that there are people like yourself willing to fight, you must stop him and the rest who ally with him before they can do the same to your world."

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto withdrew a smaller outfit, consisting on a blue longer sleeved shirt, long gray sweatpants and black cap. "Forget those clothes, put these one." he said, stepping away from the closet and closing it. He too walked over to the bed, picking up a pair of gray shorts he pulled for himself. Dropping his sweatpants and revealing his white underwear with red hearts, Vanto raised his head to look at Citole. "I have to. If I don't, then who will." he exclaimed, drawing the shorts on. Once they were at his waist, the teen tightened the belt and walked away from the bed. Vanto whipped open his closet door, reaching in a pulling a white towel which he then used to wipe the dry blood on his arm, forehead and legs. "I want to make sure there are no more slaves, no more fear. I have to defeat Frieza." he muttered, tossing the crimson-stained towel at a random corner of the room.

After pulling a pair of socks onto his feet, the boy walked over to the bed again, taking a seat next to the articles of clothing. Glancing over to Citole with sympathy: if his planet was destroyed, that meant those namekians that died were apart of the nearly extinct race. Vanto dropped his head in shame. "I hear you but I can't do it alone." he said. There weren't alot of martial artists out there, most discouraged by Frieza's rule. Vanto only knew two fighters: Frosvite and Son Goku. Well, he didn't know the latter but rather, knew of him. No way he could contact the former Tenakichi Tournament champion. He couldn't contact the current one either: quite a dilemma.

Still sitting there shirtless, he chuckled to himself. "I wish we had a genie." he joked. "Grant some wishes, like get Frieza off the planet, you know?" Vanto then stood up once more, walking over to his closet to retrieve a headband. He truly did wish there was an easier way to free Planet Earth.

[Citole]

"Other humans like yourself, perhaps? There must be others... if not, there is not hope," it may have been sad, solemn, depressing... but it was all true in the end. The little blue planet needed people to protect it from those who would seek to destroy it, those who were already destroying it and its people.

Citole took a look at the second set of clothes that Vanto had attempted to get him to wear. Staring at them with a touch of uncertainty in his expression, doubt in his eyes, but eventually he gave in. At the very least, they would cover his body more than the clothes he currently had on, and that would go toward hiding his green skin. Instead of wasting anymore time thinking about it, the alien finally took the clothes into his arms and started putting them on and ridding himself of his dirty clothes.

"Wishes are a lost cause," the Namekian returned, not realizing the human's joke. "This planet lacks the dragon balls necessary for that..." If only Namek still existed peacefully in its little corner of space, there had been dragon balls there once, but that was long ago.

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto pulled a blue headband from the closet and with one hand, pushed his bangs upward and into the rest of his hair. After doing that, he secured the headband around his head before readjusting his bangs. Then he turned to Citole, against narrowing his eyes in response to Citole's pessimism. "Why are--" Vanto bit his tongue, sighing irritably and walking back over to the bed. He grasped a blue shirt, lifted it before dropping it again. Before anything, he wanted to assess his burns. Some on his face, stomach, arms but they were slight: should heal in a couple of days. The mention of dragon balls caused Vanto to perk up in curiosity. "Dragon's Balls? What are those?"

[Citole]

"On my Planet, Namek, we had seven mystical dragon balls. When gathered together, a dragon is summoned and he grants the wishes of whoever summoned him," the Namekian explained slowly.

Citole lacked the knowledge to know that this planet he was on had indeed had dragon balls at one time in the past. Because as far as he knew, his own planet had been the only one to have had a Namekian on it to create the orange orbs. That had been what he believed to be the case in the past at least, for what reason would a Namekian have been on planet Earth? It made no sense, and is thus the reason why he did not consider it.

"I'm afraid they no longer exist though, they died along with my world, of that I am sorry..." Citole did appear to sound sincere, despite the fact that he was holding something back.

[Vanto Lux]

Planet Namek. That was such a typical name. Planet Namek with the race namekians, kind of funny actually. Vanto sat there, still shirtless, staring at the ground. "Hm.." he mumbled, scratching his head in thought. Dragon Balls, that's exactly what Earth needed right now. What if Earth already had their own? That was impossible. Vanto looked over Citole: based on their completely different anatomies, Planet Namek had to be a completely different place compared to Earth. The teen did learn in school that the environment did effect a species evolution and maybe the Dragon Ball were native to Planet Namek for some weird, unknown reason. But Vanto had to pry. What if each planet had their own set of these wish granting balls?

Assessing the burns on his left arm, which the lined the scar he received from the explosion, Vanto began to speak. "Why does Namek have Dragon Balls?" he said then sighed. He honestly didn't know how to phrase the question. After asking his initially question, Vanto stopped touching his arm and tapped his fingers against the bed sheets. "How..." he started slowly. "...did the dragon balls come to be on your planet?"