Rebuilding the Past [Training]

[Saxophone]

And so the onslaught henced forth and his name was Snare. Sax felt slightly uneasy at the whole ordeal, he really had to rile up Snare this much to get a reasonable response from him? None the less he did what he always did, sure he had his responses and arguments, but what was the point in yelling at someone who's only plan of attack was yell back? It was his Sensei all over again, reasoning wasn't in his vocabulary, only justification and self-certainty. He took some comfort in it though, not that he was trying to be egocentric but Snare hadn't even bothered to ask what Sax had been up to the time they had been apart, he probably in simple thoughts didn't care. It seemed Snare was simply out to make a point, rather than attempt to see reason. All he seemed to be able to think about was change, and how he needed to keep with the times or get trodden on by the people behind him. Sax, as always, saw so much potential in him... He could be so much stronger if he just learned that things take time, though he was adamant on being... Being, well, a jerk.

Why didn't he just fight back? He had plenty of reasons to leave, plenty of decisions he has had to make to get where he was now, he was fighting for his life just as much as Snare had been. The amount of soldiers he has had to kill, the people had had watched die while he could do nothing to prevent it. He had lost more friends in his adventures around the universe than he even had back on Namek... It felt hollow now that he had made it out the other side, or at least that's how he saw it now. Snare was his checkpoint, he suprise goal in the path which gave him something else to think about other than where he was going to go next, and worry about how many people he would have to kill before he got there. But this place seemed almost tainted, people were stronger here... He could sense it all around him, pin-pointing it was another challenge in itself. This place had so much to explore in comparison to the other planets, it was uncharted and unknown, it was here he would make his mark like he intended to do so long ago.

He was so lost in thought that the endings of Snare's rant was almost in vain, he spat comparison after comparison against a theory he had made up in his own mind, it was something a fool would do... No, it was something a child would do. He widened his eyes to try and recall the last few moments, looking to his construction as his hand had gone right through it along with his hammer. Had he really just done that? This wasn't like him at all, it was like some sort of itch he couldn't scratch. He uncontrollably vented, his sanity covering for him as his yell was dampened into a large exhale, pulling his hand out of the wall before attempting to cover it back up again. What had gotten into him? Had he really been that tempered that he had just blacked out? This wasn't right, he took a few steps back and stumbled onto a stack of support bars, looking at his arms as they seemed to almost be emitting purple smoke... His body telling him that he needed to calm the hell down.

He forced himself back to his feet with a sigh dragged along with it, to be honest he didn't know what had happened, he felt like he had just thrown weights off his shoulders as his power began to balance. He rested one arm against himself as his other hand went to his forehead. 'So I'll just have to kill them..' He felt his base nature creeping up on him, looking to Snare with an all too serious glare. 'You can't join what doesn't exist.' He slammed the replacement wood against the hole, covering it up quickly before layering it again with paint. 'Where I've been? Luck doesn't even describe it.' He looked back to Snare after repairing his little project, a playful grin on his face even though his words were lined with hatred for his brothers theory. 'Don't you dare try to compare your hatred to mine.' Snare must have known by now, had he ever even known to begin with? This sinister side of Sax was something which felt almost blissful to partake in, it had been a while to say the least. 'There, it's done.' He dropped the tools in his hands, shaking his arms as the fumes of energy seemed to almost put themselves out like a flame on a candle.

He hadn't guessed his true motives would uncover themselves like that at all.

[Snare]

Snare had expected some sort of retort, some sort of tap on the head, something that was Saxophone. Instead what he got was surprised. His brows crunched together as his eyes widened, black pupils searching for some kind of reason. Had he really just done that? Was this still happening? He could have sworn that Sax didn't even have emotions, let alone the ability to express them. The younger namekian closed his mouth, trying to hide the surprise that was once bare on his face. So he was angry? Who gave a shit! Snare got nothing a patronizing looks while he shouted, why would this physical outburst register as anything but childish. Snare scoffed lightly at the idea, watching as a range of emotions actually crossed his companions face. It was an anomaly, something that set off so many bells in his head; since when did this being who declared omnipotence ever have it in him to do anything brash or expressive? All he could note was how real it had made him, how it had crashed his erected podium that he stood on and brought him down to the playing fields with mortals. Saxophone was not a god, he never was; and Snare would not be fooled into believing it again like when he was young. Not anymore, not ever again. He was just a forsaken namekian much like himself. And people like himself had to be put in their place.

Snare listened to what Sax had to say, and only felt even more frustrated by what they lead to. His breathing increased as his anger began it's slow boil once more, heating his whole frame. He clenched and unclenched his fingers, his black eyes staring daggers into Saxophone. Sometimes it was like talking to a wall, or more likely; talking to someone who thought themselves so high that they didn't even need to fucking listen. Yea, that seemed to sum the stoic asshole right up, always wanting to be too good to touch. Sadly enough he was torn between either laughing profusely at the once idol, or ripping him apart. He really didn't even have a preference, his mind was so out of control. So he just grinned, primal intent glinting his his malicious maw. He hunched slightly, giving him a complete predator look; as though he was ready to lunge, to hunt and paint the walls red. He could convey his thoughts with his face, his body, sometimes even his words. But this man could do none of it.

"Yes, just kill them all; i'm sure none of us ever thought of doing that. You always used to call me childish, you probably still think it don't you? Well I hate to tell you, but your logic is as solid as the air around us. We had tried to fight back, we tried to kill them; look where it landed us! Now you just expect us to try again, to waste what little lives we have on some suicidal fantasy you have in your fucking head? No Saxophone, we won't. We can't. We aren't strong enough. Are you so blind to our situation that you cannot see we are trying our best? Joining Freiza's army does not mean I have lost my way, it means I know there is not a thing I can do right now, that I need to get stronger. If you think that I am doing this because I am weak and have no honour you are mistaken! I am doing this because I cannot run, I cannot hide, I cannot escape. I have no doubt that they see me as traitorous, some young and blind usurper. But they know I won't make my move, they know I can't. Have you not felt their power? Do you not see the chaos around you? Are you that ignorant Saxophone!? This is not something simple, something I can solve with just action. If it was, do you think I would not have done that by now? Me! The mutated namekian who is known for his violent tendencies and outbursts. I would have been the first and you know it."

Snare shouted, spurred on by the heat of the moment. Yet despite how loud he shouted, how high he raised his voice Sax always had a way to ignore him, to go his way. Always his way. He gave a low howl as he grasped his left shoulder, every muscle in his body springing to life and tensing as if he would explode. He sure as felt like he would. Green liquid sprayed from his arm, coating the ground as a green arm raised from the socket, causing his grip to tighten and draw blood. The energy used was enough to cause him to stumble, for his vision to darken and blur before refocusing. A cold sweat quickly erupted on his frame, coating him distastefully as he slowly moved his new left fingers but not once did he remove his sharp glare. He opened his mouth to allow more air with each breath, but his lungs still protested in agony. He needed to fight through it, prove a point. He needed Saxophone to pay attention to him for even the slightest of moments, maybe that would be all it needed to make him understand. If he couldn't his friend was yet another casualty to this war.

"And I never once compared your hatred with mine, never thought you could emote. You do a helluva job hiding everything; important or otherwise. So understand," he stressed once more, emphasizing every single letter of the word. "Do not think that this is me 'giving up', if I had I would have charged the bastard who caused all this in martyrdom. But I know it would do nothing, so I survive. I never asked for your acceptance or permission, just for you to finally understand me." He said in a grave voice, his anger waning and fading. Snare didn't have it in him anymore, he had tried to make a point, tried so hard. He expended his energy and emphasized what he could. He tried to make him understand that this was a planet he had to live on for years now, that he for once knew more that Saxophone. But how can you change someone so robotic? So heavily set in their ways despite the unrelenting force of time and pressure of change? He sighed, ignorant to the answer. What he knew though was that he was not going to try anymore, he was not going to strive for the past. If Sax could not accept this he would have to move on.

[Saxophone]

For some odd reason what was happening couldn't contemplate in Sax's mind, he has had to relay a whole spectrum of emotions to get what he wanted out of Snare. He had been so long without having to ever talk to someone properly that his social skills have hit rock bottom.. More so. None the less the whole lecture was this time met with attentive ears, he was right after all, behind all of that strange counter logic and heel digging nature he was right. Sax couldn't help but hide a smirk which popped back onto his face every so often, Snare wasn't different at all, just his views... And he would just have to show him a different path, prove to him even that what he found so unreasonable was possible. Sax noticed the sudden change in temperature, they had been working on this thing for so long now the entire day had just flown by. His creation was pretty much completed, all that was missing was a door and some windows, which he didn't seem to have any of. As much as he would have liked to say that he was still listening as he wandered off to find some amongst the supplies surrounding them, Snare would have easily taken it at some sort of sarcasm just to fuel his next outburst. Instead he waltzed off a little distance, coming back with the supplies, working on the rest of the house as Snare seemed to stab his sides with his displeased eyes and sharp tongue.

He took a step back, folding his arms with a smile on his face as the house was completed... Well, the insides weren't even touched but that wasn't exactly their problem, right? The whole day had been a bit of a handful, though that's what it took getting used to having that thing around him again. He wanted to say something witty, something smart or productive but Snare was on a roll here, he would have just chewed it up and spat it out. For now Sax was going to have to live with being the social reject, all part of his punishment which part of him still thinks he never really deserved in the first place, but that's for a different moment where Sax needed to fill his silence with mental contemplation. Snare had finally calmed down, and by that he meant he had stopped talking, the guy was probably ready for round three as Sax had simply repeated his blank faced process of looking ignorant to his information and response. Sax decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, the guy was trying to get a message across by being erupt, Sax was trying to get the message across that he knew his message by being discrete. A horrible circle of hatred would have no doubt lead to a fight any second now, all he had to do was say something silly... Walk up to him and slap him over the back of the head or something, or he could actually try and justify this whole exercise which Snare could hardly understand.

'I think we did a pretty good job..' He said quietly to break the silence and Snare's heavy breathing. 'The humans may not get it, but we do.' And that was all that mattered, right? He pushed the tools and supplies to one side, giving the house a little breathing room to present itself, Sax moving to a more centred position a few feet away to get a general look on the whole thing. 'Just 'gotta put that last strip up there.' He pointed to the part which Snare had neglected for the sake of his rant, no doubt he had to start choosing his small social options wisely or face the wrath of Snare the almighty namekian... What he would have said if Snare had actually voiced that was beyond him. 'I'm uh..' His eyes drifted off for a moment, his mouth saying the words though no voice followed, pretty much consuming the air to someone who had no idea what he was doing. He tensed his forehead, clenching his fists as he looked down the to ground to blurt out what he was trying to say. 'Sorry, just..' He moved his hand to the back of his head, scratching it before moving to other tasks, like moving the supplies away some more.

He came back to the probably dumbfounded if not still annoyed Snare, he had swapped from one thing to another and he still wasn't stopping on the spectrum of presentable emotions, sorry wasn't exactly going to cut it... He needed to explain the whole point of this exercise. He looked around for an example, something to use, it seemed Snare simply glared at his hand gestures just as much as he did when he was young. 'Through time and skill...' He placed his hand on the house, trying to give a weak smile without simply frowning back at the anger projecting namekian beside him. 'A fight is whatever you want it to be..' He patted the house, proceeding to point to himself with one hand, and Snare with the other. 'Through force and lack of control.' He sighed, lowering his arms before looking over to the woman who seemed to want to come bother them at the best of times once more, using the small frame of time to mutter out the end of his beginning motive. 'What is easy becomes difficult...'

'Soooo!~ It looks like you're done... It's done, right?' Sax gave her a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head before nodding as the woman still didn't get it. 'Good! So We'll need you to work on some other things.. Maybe one more house of there? And if you could do them as fast as this one only less...' She stopped in her tracks as Sax put a step forward, raising his head warning her next choice of words. '... Never mind, I think this... House, will be a good addition to the city.' She quickly bowed before slowly backing away. 'Thank you for your time!' A quiet eep came from the woman before she turned and fled, unlikely to be coming back to check on them any time soon. All in good timing too, Sax had become tired of the place, and Snare was bored of the place the moment he arrived. 'We should get going..' Sax said quietly as he gave his creation one last glance. In the end Snare could have taken this whole situation however he wanted it to, but in the end getting anything out of Sax or Snare seemed to be a challenge in itself as far as both parties seemed to be concerned. Though he understood clearly his brothers intentions, and had taught him a lesson even if he didn't feel like he had. He began to walk off, giving Snare a pat on the shoulder, now complete with a new arm as well as a quick glance and small grin as he shoved his hands into his pockets. 'A good training ground isn't going to find itself, you ain't getting in any army in that state.' He chuckled before picking up his walking pace.

What was he going to do with that little hot-head.

[Snare]

Snare awaited a response, a gesture, something; anything. Yet all he got was ignorance as Saxophone busied himself with this and that. Had the younger namekian really just wasted his breath? Was his last attempt really in total vain? It pissed him off to no end that this is was how it was going to go, but he had no anger. His fury and rage that usually throbbed in his temples, screaming and yelling, had died off. It was completely unnerving, but at the same time it was to be expected. Snare's anger was always like this, and explosion; loud, powerful, all-encompassing, something that cause his whole frame to tremble and shudder at it's might. But his anger was also quick to start and to finish, short-lived. Without his anger, his fuel, his muse, he always felt naked; bare to the elements that were his emotions. Without his anger he could not control his feelings, he could not subside the tides of his stress and sorrow. His anger always gave him focus, provided his mind with a screen that covered his weaknesses. Now that he lost his anger, religiously used it to the point of it's exhaustion, he felt numb. What was he to do? Give into his swallowing sadness and cry? Indulge in his pain and scream? Accept his deep longing and beg for forgiveness? No.

Snare's pride would not allow himself release; it would rather chain the emotions up and let them eat him from the inside as he fought tooth and nail against himself. Even with this inner torment, this defining battle that would determine his responses, he stood tall and strong; righting his previous posture and crossing his arms across his broad chest. He hid it all behind a face of displeasure, resentment and anger; a shallow mask that hid any of his weaknesses as his breathing echoed through the silence. Oh how he hated silence, hated how it spoke louder than any scream or howl, hated what it told him constantly. Snare toyed with the muscles of his new arm, occupying himself with simple motions to ensure everything was in working order. There was pain, there was always pain. He had endured it all before, tamed the pain and called it companion on his darkest and morbid of days. It was always there, physically or otherwise, and it would always be there. A fact he didn't doubt as he rolled his shoulder and clicked it into place. It was then that Sax finally said something worthwhile, or at least it seemed that way originally.

The younger of the duo had to do a double take, not sure if he really just heard Saxophone apologize. He couldn't believe it, he had always wanted the gesture from the older one, but this wasn't the context he wanted it in. No, all it did was make him crave the true sorry he believe he deserved. "It's fine." He stated truthfully, mumbling through his teeth. He wiped the green liquid off of his new arm, musing to himself that it was indeed fine. He remained stoic as Saxophone began to repeat his earlier proverb, but he wasn't really listening; too lost in him mind. He had no qualms with Sax questioning his motives behind joining Freiza, behind what he did because he asked himself the same question everyday. He turned to face the horizon, trying to hide any form of expression that may have leaked onto his face; it wasn't needed considering Sax seemed to be occupied with the human female, but he still did it.

He found the apology pointless, stupid, weightless in comparison to what he originally thought it was for. He wished for a different one. Maybe one on behalf of all the people who had treated him horridly, called him a monster or demon. Maybe one for the past, how he had dragged Snare from his father and socialization and into training, nothing but training. Maybe one for ignoring him, for deciding that his words - on countless occasions - just weren't worth the effort of listening. Or maybe even an apology for leaving him, abandoning him and making him face cruelty of the universe alone; someone once so young, innocent and dependent. It was for this reason that Snare held hatred for Saxophone, hate that he doubt would ever go away. This hate was not like what he was used to; it was sly and hidden, lurking in only slight suggestions of his mind. It ate at him for years, grew from his insecurity as it clawed itself a hole in his mind, promising it's prolonged existence darkly. He was alright with it though, accepted it and nourished it. It was a just emotion after all.

The subject of his musings broke the silence with a gentle pat and suggestion to leave. Snare found himself shaking his head for several reasons; not wanting to be the obedient dog, not wanting to leave with him, not wanting to rest, not wanting to leave a job half done. With all these thoughts swarming his head he set off for isolation. "No", was all he offered before he stalked off lightly. Everything was alright his mind insisted. He wasn't sure where he had gone or for how long, but he returned from his sojourn with long, thin cylinders of copper beneath both his arms. He stared blankly forward with dull eyes before focusing on Saxophone. "I'm gonna finish what I started." Snare stated easily, gesturing to the incomplete dome with his shoulder. He decided that he didn't want to go because of this obligation, rather than the insomniac tendencies and dislike of his cell. "We should get water instead." He said simply before setting off to work. He placed his scavenged materials on the ground and crouched before them, curiously mapping out his plan in his head. He had lost his tool box in his earlier outburst against wood, which meant that he would have to find another means to cut the copper. He picked one up; they were not too thick or heavy, so he doubted that they hold up against his strength which meant he would be able to snap them fairly easy. Snare busied his hands with the task, breaking them into foot long pieces. He then sharpened both ends of them, making sure the point would be sharp enough to pierce the metal sheets.

It took him a couple of minutes before he finally finished repeating the process to all of them. By the end he had around five dozen sharpened copper sticks. He glanced around before spotting a brown dirty cloth like object. Finding it suitable enough for what he had in mind, he pulled the thing over and piled the prongs onto the cloth. Pulling the edges together and up he had himself a makeshift bag. Without missing a beat he began to stick the pieces of copper into the thin metal dome at two foot intervals in every direction. The repetitive task quickly grew boring, but also had a calming feel to it. About three quarters into the process he looked to Saxophone from atop the dome he was working on. His eyes held a question, but he looked back to his working hands as his face tightened. "You never told me why you left." He stated in a rather placid manner, pausing briefly as he stabbed another copper stick rather violently into the dome. "Was it truly because they were too powerful or was it... something else?" His voice was even, solid, even though his brows furrowed in confusion that the rest of his face quickly followed. "I mean, you seem pretty dedicated to killing them now, even though they have only gotten stronger. We have as much of a chance as we did back then. Are you seeking revenge, or maybe redemption? I just don't understand why you would show up now." He was uncharacteristically soft spoken, even slightly hesitant, but he needed to know. Had fate played the major role in uniting them, or was there something more? Snare continued to work, not meeting Saxophone's gaze and not really expecting any means of acknowledgement.

[Saxophone]

It appears his intentions were argued, a blunt and serious response retaliated behind him making him stop in his tracks. 'Fair enough..' He let out a sigh, it seemed Snare was more dedicated to this house then he had previously implied, whether it took himself trying to leave or Snare mustering up the time to address it wasn't the matter here. He turned on his heel, crossing his arms and watching his brother wander off into the supply area... Only to come back a few foot taps later with some supplies and an idea... Water, that wasn't actually a half bad idea. Sax figured he would contribute anyway he can, if Snare wanted to get his side fixed up before they considered doing something else then so be it. The idea of the matter did cross his mind multiple times as he went to go and grab some water though, what was Snare's intentions after this? Before he simply presumed Snare had nothing better to do with his time and so chose to follow the guy who had dragged him half-way away from the city, but Snare's words throughout the day had been lined with a deeper hate which had taken him until now to identify, and he was supposed to be the quiet and observant one. He came back a little time after with the water his brother had requested, taking his own as he was quick to simply chug the whole thing down, leaving the bottle to one side as he took the other to Snare.

Snare seemed busy, on what was beyond him, though he took a seat behind him and watched him work. As much as he wanted to do something other than lounge around he felt any kind of assistance to Snare would simply get him some sort of evil look or passive I will kill you face. Snare was handling his own little thing just fine, and he wanted to work on the house to so why not just leave him to it, his side was complete anyway. He leaned back, allowing his head to dangled behind him to give an upside-down view of the area. The people seemed to have been giving the two weird looks, was it because of the house? Or were they just as idiotic as the woman was... Monument to Freiza, how dare they even suggest such a thing of a namekian home. He looked back to hopefully find reasoning in his snapping and sharpening now that he was part way through the process, or at least it looked like he was. Sax saw it now, he took one of the poles and jabbed it into the dome, which was a pretty smart idea. He leaned against the stack of support beams back on the ground level, resting his head against one as he looked up to the sky, looking down in a subconscious check-up almost instantly to see Snare looking back at him.

He was surprised his brother wanted to know, after this days ordeal it seemed to have cooled down, cursing under his breath as he could hardly remember at what time he went from angry to this... He simply presumed it was some sort of mental method with himself rather than anything he said, he didn't think about it any longer, Snare seemed eager to say something so Sax leaned forward to show for once his attentiveness. He was somewhat startled at first, Snare was really curious as to why he left? He didn't want to put any words in his mouth, not simply presume he ran away because he was a coward or a weakling? Sax at least considered this a blessing, whatever he would say may not be accepted fully, but he had the chance to say it at least. 'They arrived early..' He said with a hesitant remembrance of the event harming his cold tone. 'Scouts I think... They uhm..' He let out a sigh, a necessary break between his thought, trying desperately to produce words rather than mental conversation. 'They killed Sensei, they just... Toyed with him, the elders..' The memory was too fresh for him to try and describe, the way those aliens made little work of their greatest warriors before the fight even started, not to mention what they did with them as they died and even begged for mercy.

'Sensei... He told me to hide.. I-I couldn't just watch.' He clutched onto his arm, giving it a light pat after the memorable pain went away. 'I don't know how I beat so many of them but... They left to get more.' He looked up to Snare with a troubled look, had he really thought once that Sax would just abandon them. 'There was no time to lose.. The ship.. I had to.' He nodded to assure himself while he was saying it out loud. The ship was going to take off with or without him, what in his right mind back then made him think he could take on whatever was on the end of that transport but he had to see if he could stop them. 'It was damaged.. While I was fighting.' The Aliens face screamed, closing his eyes to the stray blast which collided with the controls. 'I couldn't come home.' He looked to Snare for redemption, buy why? He hadn't done anything wrong, he was just trying to save them, but it didn't justify why he chose to simply give up on them afterwards. 'I arrive here, they talk of people like me within the city walls, monstrous creatures used for sport and others for labour.' He shrugged with a pity-grin, he was lucky he found Snare first to be honest, had he not the chances that he would be dead right now would be very high. 'And then I get attacked by someone hitting a tree.'

He took one of the spare bars from the pile, bending it and twisting it to keep his hands occupied in something constructive rather than simply fidgeting. 'I didn't... Choose, to come here.' He felt like he had finished, why on earth would a namekian feel so worn out, so exhausted from pressure by talking alone... He was an odd one, he would award himself that. 'The ship chose for me.' He wasn't sure if any of this justified his previous actions, but that was what happened. He realised maybe the anger Snare had built up for him was personal rather than just his actions done that day, Snare really looked up him... And he let him down. 'I've fought a lot of people to get here... I can't just stop now..' His fists unclenched from their serious grip, he felt like he was done. 'Fate would have it I found you..' He said with a chuckle and grin. 'Lucky me..'

[Snare]

Negativity seeped through him as Sax began to regale him with some tale. Snare had never once considered himself a pessimist, someone who always looked to the darker sides of everything. In fact, he could almost be dubbed an optimist. He always had positive thoughts, even if they were corrupt in nature. He believed that things would get better, he believed he would win, he believed he would get stronger. These beliefs always hold true, even if they wane. In some cases he is well aware things will get worse before they get better; but he knows there still is that metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel. He knows that some people may be stronger than him, defeat him; but he can get better, bounce back and try harder. He knows that the path to the power he lusts after is riddled with obstacles and dark hands trying to pull him to defeat; but he knows he can surpass them and evolve. And yet, when it came to Saxophone the younger couldn't help but be a pessimist; thinking horrible things to a man who seemingly did nothing wrong. The only thing that he had done to hurt him seemed to only be seen through his black eyes, as it was apparent he did not want to publicly admit any form of feelings that he possessed. Yet he was more than willing to hold onto this hidden grudge, to continue to spite him when giving the chance. This happened to be one of those chances the primal part of him loved.

Snare did try at one point to keep an open mind, to listen to Saxophone as he paced though his words, but eventually he gave up. It all seemed too rehearsed, too evenly paused, too over dramatic. He was sure he didn't sound anything like that and he was relying information on everyone. So the only logical thing that his mind offered him was that he was lying; and for some reason he clung onto that idea fiercely. There were so many inconsistencies his mind quipped slyly, goading him into comparing the facts. He had heard nothing about scouts, he couldn't even believe such powerful creatures even used scouts; it wasn't like they needed too, they could have just blown the fucking planet up without even stepping one twisted foot on the ground. Then there was the idea that Saxophone actually fought, actually won! He refused to believe it, he had made the bastard out as a coward and weakling for years, it had to be the truth; he abandoned him after all. It was around then that Snare didn't want to hear anymore, fully convinced that the older namekian was covering his ass so as not to be looked down on. It disgusted him even more than it would if he were to just acknowledge his inability to show courage and honour. If he could no longer take what his once blood brother said to his face, what trust did he have left for him? Was there any at all? Or maybe he was just too stubborn for his own good and would not give him a chance. But he deserved it didn't he? The bastard had run, and after supposedly fighting the weaker aliens. The thought sparked more of that cold hate, nearly drowning him. He knew it was irresponsible, but he would mindlessly indulge in it.

Snare scoffed at the end of his speech, trying to briefly shoo the demon for a sense of normality. "My concept for being 'lucky' was skewed years back. So mind me taking offense to that." He said lightly, smirking almost playfully; rekindling emotion in his face for even the slightest of seconds. "It's good to have you back." He mumbled, completely honest. Though he wasn't sure if it was because the embodiment of what he despised was within hitting range, or because his only friend was back for companionship. With that said, he went back to his work; shifting every so often as he continued his clockwork like movement. It didn't take much longer for him to finally be done. He jumped off of the dome in an attempts to avoid touching any of the prodding pieces, and looked at his accomplishment. Really it was nothing to be proud of; he had taken a rather weak metal dome and stabbed it enough time for it to look like a porcupine. It was a step in his plan though, so it was better than nothing. Now all he had to do was move on to the next step and then he could be almost done. He shook his head, already hating the tediousness of it all.

Snare picked up the water bottle placed by Sax, taking several large gulps. Apparently too quickly as well, for water slipped from the corner of his mouth. He mumbled a quick "thanks", before heading over to the pile of metal sheets. He bent down to pick one up and truly appreciated having his arm back considering there was nothing awkward about balancing it. With that in mind, he decided he didn't want to make trips to and fro and grabbed as many as he could in his hands. The young namekian paced himself back to the unfinished dome and drop the sheets causing dust, ash, and other shit he could not - nor care to - name to fling into the air. He quickened his pace as he grabbed the first sheet from the new pile, lining it up on the spiked dome and ground before pushing light enough for it to lodge but not pierce too deep. Satisfied it would be able to hold on tightly, he began to once more repeat and repeat, feeling so bored he almost mistook it for claustrophobia. Eventually his hard work payed off for him though, and he had covered the entire thing except for the top; leaving a decent sized opening. Now all he would have to do was fill it with concrete an straightforward enough task. With that thought in his mind he was reminded he would soon be done, which spurred him onward; he just had to find the concrete.

Snare wondered off briefly, walking through the debris, rubble and construction with his hands in his pockets. He got a few stares by some people, but other than that he was pretty much left alone. Having almost zero luck with his task, the young namekian quickly resorted to stealing several bags of cement from behind some human's bag. He had to give it to himself; he was pretty fucking sneaky for a bulky guy. He heaved the countless pounds of cement back, ready to finish this. As he stared at the metal dome and then the cement in his hands he quickly realized that he was not going to have enough. "Aww fuck, I knew this was too easy." He dropped them to the ground with a loud thump before following them. He placed his head in his head as his brows shifted pensively. There had to be a way around this, because he would be damned if he had to do this shit over and over again until day broke out. "Don't they have machines or something for this shit?" He asked exasperatedly, and as if Kami himself heard his prays a truck rolled by labeled cement. It had some moving container on the back which was probably filled with cement, and an odd pipe the went vertical from the top and the leveled out horizontally with a tapered end. Without so much as giving anything anymore thought, he rushed the truck and stood in front of it. The driver tried to brake as it slid across the damaged road, blowing his horn until it came to an abrupt stop after hitting Snare's hand.

The namekian walked to the driver's side, tapping on the door to signal for him to roll down his window. He eventually did so, and before he could say anything Snare spoke in his commanding voice. "Hey, I need that cement over there to fill up that dome." The human male seemed about to ask a question, or maybe the purpose, but Snare gave him a glare making him quickly change his course. He walked by the truck as they returned back, and watched as cement was pumped through the strange tubing at the top and into the top of his dome. "Oi! Be careful not to overfill it or I'll kill you." Snare shouted back over to him as he made his way to Sax, noticing the muted nod. He stood next to Sax, rather pleased that since the namekian was sitting down he would have to look up. It just radiated dominance. Giving him a quick glance before looking at the house he couldn't help but ask "Where the hell is the door? Don't 'ya think you should make one?"

[Saxophone]

He saw that look in his eyes the whole time he tried to explain. That look which told him too well that not only had he quit listening a couple of minutes ago, but the idea that he didn't believe a single word. One would think after a effort and a half of trying to explain the whole story to begin with only to be ignored was something people would be annoyed by, but in the end he wasn't any better himself. As far as Snare was concerned he was a coward and a weakling until proven otherwise, no words were going to express or explain the true nature of things, only action. Snare had always been like that however, maybe it was Sax's childhood urge to treat him the same way sometimes to get revenge, it surely didn't have the desired effect... Snare wasn't fazed by the act of ignorance, though truth be told Sax found it almost too annoying to hold back from half the time. Snare proceeded to questions things once Sax had finished, another common practice which Snare had learned to endure. He concealed a small smile however when he was hit by unpredictable good natured replies. Good to have him back? Good enough to have back as the old time verbal punching bag? Or as someone who could actually put up with him for more than five minutes, Sax wasn't sure which one sounded more reasonable.

The silence was broken by Snare's action, he seemed to be content with the amount of sharp objects he had smacked through the roof of Sax's creation, and had wandered off to gather more destructive supplies. But not before passing a subtle thanks for the water as he breezed past. Had Snare suddenly decided to just throw in some good tidings and everything would be forgiven? Sax always saw himself as the social cripple, he began to question his choice. Though the house had been brutally stabbed in the head a few times it still maintained its sense of namekian heritage, after all two namekian's were making it, and Sax was pretty sure if they shoved anything else onto this thing it was going to start looking like some sort of threat the humans... He found the idea pretty humorous, taking a moment to imagine the house with arms ans legs smashing the ruins into plus ruins. His daydreaming smile ceased as he heard his brother curse from the side, before he could even turn to check Snare was walking off in the other direction, leaving piles of supplies behind him. What was he planning on doing to this place, drowning it?

He watched with a chuckle here and there as the truck Snare had caught grinded to a halt, a few inaudible words passed among them before it turned and made its way back to the house. 'You really have a way with words don't you.' He leaned back against his now comfortable metal seat, folding his arms as he observed Snare go back and forth, the truck slowly coming to a stop beside their creation. Snare
stood beside him, he seemed to almost revel in its beauty before gesturing to the front of it. 'Ah, the door..' Sax raised a finger to him as he stood up from his seat, motioning that this would only take a second, walking to the wall and feeling around the center before pulling back his fist. A sharp thump and a crack followed, Sax pulling his hand out of the hole and slowly pulling away the surrounding concrete before the door shape became perfectly clear. He turned to Snare, noting the lack of wooden inner support around that area... He had planned to do that all along, just like he did with the windows, it was fun to smash things wasn't it?

He motioned to the truck driver as he went to take his seat again, allowing the man to begin pouring cement where he was previously told. 'So that's your plan.' He cut his sentence to first get Snares attention, had he rabbled on the man probably wouldn't have noticed. 'Join the army, get stronger, kill things.' He didn't exactly make it sound like a bad idea either, what was his plan when he came to this planet? Find his face, get stronger, kill things. He just saw maybe a little more, desire? From Snare? He could have been overstepping or even over valuing Snare's ideas for the future, but he had always been the kind of person who wouldn't be able to manage any kind of leadership. Maybe this whole thing had changed him after all, the snare he knew from back then wouldn't even consider training had he been told to do it rather than presented with it, but that was Snare's rebellious nature. 'So how are you going to get stronger? Has punching those solid objects worked well so far?' He gave an innocent smile, leaving some sort of casual tone in his voice to avoid him getting the wrong idea. 'I bet you mixed in really well with the other recruits around there.'

He almost spat out a heartfelt laugh, imagining Snare with a bunch of adrenaline junkies and try-hard's made him see Snare with the most unamused look on his face. But he contained himself none the less, touching on more serious matters. 'I don't know how anyone even considered handling you in that place.' He could easily imagine what they did, locking him up until he stopped doing every little thing they were against, this sense of freedom was down-trodden by what they had done to him... He wasn't going to lie to himself about the situation, he genuinely felt angry for him, at them. 'I guess you'll need someone to watch your back.' He moved his hands to the back of his head, partly because he was attempting to look cocky, though in all honesty he was beginning to feel more comfortable with the situation Kami had laid out before him. He wasn't going to be able to control Snare like he used to, even push him in the right direction, this guy was on a warpath and all he was going to be able to do was make sure he didn't get himself killed. 'Maybe it wasn't luck after all that we met up.' He covered his face in a big grin, not directed at Snare, more the sky to avoid some grim face in response. 'I mean who else is going to put up with you around here.'

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[Snare]

That was new, was all he could manage to think as Saxophone literally pranced over to the door and smash a hole in it; leaving jagged edges everywhere. Snare couldn't help but grimace at how aggressive the action was for such a delicate procedure, but at the same time he could help but chuckle. It just looked so damn fun. He rolled on the balls of his feet, distracting himself from the unlimited entertainment he could have by punching through those walls and throwing blocks of solid concrete everywhere. Hell he could even throw them at other building, watch as shit just fell around him. Adrenaline pumped through his veins at the thought; the sound of crashing, the smoke of debris and the undeterred screams of panic and chaos. Snare quickly found himself surprised by his own self restraint. Hell, he thought the second the adrenaline kicked through his frame he would lose all sense and just run blindly forward like a kid to ice cream; albeit with a more crazed look in his dark eyes. Yet here he was, actually just standing around, rocking on the balls of his feet to channel the new energy. He couldn't help but find that crazier than if he just rampaged. Apparently he had put so much time and effort into one of the pathetic little domes that it had blessed him with self control. He couldn't help but wonder if this would even last long, or if it was anticipation building and masking itself as the ability to have restraint over oneself. He quickly found himself caring less and less as the seconds past. When Sax returned and sat back down he had gotten over his little mental pondering and just curiously awaited to see what happened next. He wasn't always responsible for his actions.

"So that's your plan." Sax's voice rang in his ears, making him start. The younger of the duo had been much to busy counting down the seconds to his own inevitable outburst.

"Hmm?" He murmured weakly, not really to willing to focus on anything other than the building before him and the child-like instinct that continued to flash through him. He only finally tore his gaze off of the building when Sax got to his point, reciting what he probably thought to be Snare's motives. Not really caring if he was being insulted, the younger turned his head back to the building, shrugging his shoulders as he surfed in the endorphin of his adrenaline. "Seems like good 'nuff plan for me. It makes sense anyway; army equals power, power equals dominance, dominance equals freedom... and somewhere in that equation killing kinda works too." He said with a smirk, eyes dilating and sharpening. He was never one who went out of his way to kill, but he wasn't one to shy away from the morbid thrill that he got from it. Shivers danced up his spine at the thought, increasing his smirk into a grin. He chuckled at Sax's light hearted comment, nodding. "Ya, mix in real well. Like the other day I mixed one guys face with another's. Good bonding time." Snare let the older one continue to speak uninterrupted, entertaining his vision with the truck. He briefly wondered how long it had been and why the hell it was taking that long. As Sax finished his speech the younger quirked a brow before attempting to knock him off his ass and into the ground by roughly pushing the back of his head. Acting as though he did nothing, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh ya? I'll have you know I got a lot of little people who put up with me; even if it's outta fear, it still counts. 'Sides, who else would be able to handle broody here?" He said with a grin, gesturing to Sax. "Not many people can handle one way conversations let alone understand half the shit you try to say with your hands. We all got mouths for a reason." The loud noises from the truck slowly receded, letting a heavy silence take it's place. He removed his eye contact from the other namekian and to the vehicle in question. It was probably finished.

Snare uncrossed his arms and broke into a very light jog, reaching the truck in seconds with his long stride. He knocked on the drivers door again, once more startling the man inside before he rolled down the window. "It's all filled up right? How long is it gonna take to dry d'ya think?" The driver seemed to raise his brow pensively, as though thinking it over.

"Probably not 'till mornin' I'd say," the man said in a strange accented voice; his pitch light and easy.

"And the time now?" Snare asked quickly, growing impatient with the thinking faces this man drew. The man looked at his wrist in the light before turning back to the namekian.

"Half past eight in the evening." He stated.

Snare huffed, letting a short burst of air escape his lungs impatiently. This shit was apparently never ending; he had thought all was done. He kissed his teeth together before stomping off, not bothering to thank the human male or even say a means of goodbye. He arrived back by Saxophone moments later, grumbling incoherently under his breath. Patience was never one of strong points. "Well I don't know how you did yours, but the human male says I gotta wait 'till morning before it becomes dry and stable. What a load of shit." He mused with his brows furrowed and his lips drawn into a straight line. "I knew this was a waste of time." He added seconds later, making himself look quite like a hypocrite. He sighed once more, eyes training themselves on the horizon and the sinking sun. That was one thing that took him forever to get used to; night. What purpose did it serve anyway? It's not like the humans could even see in the dark, seemed only like a handicap to have one sun. He gave yet another impatient sigh before slumping on the ground with the grace of a brick, crossing his arms against his chest again. "I fuckin' hate luck." Snare grumbled like a grumpy old kid, almost ready to pout again. But he couldn't do that in front of Sax, so he needed to change the game. He thought back to one of the things Sax said, deciding to respond to it. "No one handles me in that place. You know when a t-rex comes pounding down all the other little animals give it a wide berth? Ya, that's pretty much me. Even some of the high guys don't even bother to touch me. Guess they learned that their little attempts at 'training' me don't work to well. Tch, shows how much they know for such 'powerful' beings." He paused, dragging his line of sight back to Sax a smirk still planted on his maw. "Eh, what about you anyway? What's Sax's grand plan gonna be? Build some more half circles for humans while living in the forest like a hermit?" Though it wouldn't matter, Snare was sure that Saxophone's social skills could not get any worse. He chuckled lightly at the idea, looking back to the house with his dark eyes.

[Saxophone]

Looked like Snare genuinely viewed his plan as a sound one, and Sax expected every word of it to be beaming with confidence, being a slave for so long he presumed any kind of power you can grab onto was power worth while. Sax decided to cut the kid some slack, he had his own perspectives on things now, has had his own little time to grow despite the harsh events which have plotted his path. The guy was doing well for himself all things considered. He actually began to laugh along to Snare's responses, something he only used to do back when Snare had those silly fits which he decided to stop doing if he saw Sax was only taking humour from it, for the first time since they had reunited a sentence ended on a comfortable note on both sides. Sax thought about social approaches a lot, he was the kind of guy who had to pick his words carefully after all, would it be against his nature to simply give Snare some breathing room? Cease the constant digging and let things take its natural course a little bit, he saw no problem with that... Well he did, every fibre in his being was telling him it was a horrible idea. His chain of thought was knocked of course while he was shoved to the ground, not so much being flung rather than given an unexpected thrust off his seat and making his new seat the floor.

He looked over to Snare with a childish scrunched face, his arms and legs had barely moved from their previous position, just his ass. He was right in his speech even though he was silly in his actions, he held himself up on a high pedestal so much he hated to look down at his own flaws, was he really considering needing Snare as much as Snare needed him? Hell... Did Snare even need him any more? The idea was something to serious think about considering the current atmosphere. He responded with a laugh to replace his sarcastic anger, sitting himself up and tapping Snare across the back of the head before sitting down again, Snare seemed interested in the house once more as the man was taking longer than his patience allows. His brother seemed unamused by the response which came from his questions, the cement would take a while to dry, longer so than Sax's seeing as the sun and heat wasn't aiding in its drying process. 'Lack of multiple suns, I don't even know how you've manage on this planet for so long..' He watched the sun slowly begin to fade into the backdrop, raising a brow at the general stupid placement of this galaxy. 'This place may as well be anti-namekian.' He looked to Snare, shrugging at his mistake, to him this place had been like that for years. 'More so, I mean.'

It seemed the idea of waiting for more than a few seconds without being able to do anything himself left Snare fidgety, and grouchy rolling around on the floor almost as he complained about all sorts of things with ease. What came next sparked all sorts of imaginative scenarios in Sax's mind, they actually tried to train him? He cherished the thought, the amount of trainers he must have been through, victims to his bloody rage when even the slightest thing he was told was not accurate to help him. Sax found him a handful to train when he was a kid, how in Kami's name did they handle him now? All in the all the multiple examples running through his mind allowed him to chuckle along with Snare's explanation, it was becoming clear why he liked the idea of joining them in the first place. All those people he could push around, stronger subjects he could still look down upon through brute force alone, he was a walking conduit of mishap and destruction, who was going to give that a rank and order him around?

Snare attempted some humour of his own as Sax continued to laugh under his breath, what was Sax's plan? Well in all honesty he didn't really have one. to begin with it was simply wait until the ship took him somewhere that he could actually live without being attacked constantly for said ship. After he had arrived on earth the idea that he could save his people wasn't something he was going to pass up on, even if it did mean his own death in the process he wanted to free them as some form of redemption for a crime he felt he didn't even commit in the first place. But his amazing and grand plan as Snare would call it backfired by the brothers presence, just by fighting him alone showed him that he still had a lot to learn if these higher beings were stronger than he was, he could only use skill in a fight so much before it just becomes one sided after all. He realised what he was doing, thinking to himself while Snare laid on the ground awaiting some sort of response as he puffed air and rolled around.

'Hermit doesn't sound like a bad idea..' Snare said in a joking tone, as hard as it was to actually produce that kind of tone from a cold and serious voice. 'I've been thrown around the universe against my will for five years now, I... Never really had time to give myself a plan wherever I've been.' He paused again to think over what he had said, he must have been one of the only being in light years of this place who said things which even his mind hadn't contemplated yet. 'I'll figure something out, got nothing better to do then drag you around while you complain about every little thing for now.' He reached over to give Snare a sharp prod with the end of his foot, payback for being shoved to the ground himself. 'For now I'll stick with making upside down food bowls with doors..' He leaned back, looking around the area just to reinforce his humour, these guys did make the weirdest houses. He was going to ignore the fact that their native homes were pretty much the same with more circles and pointy bits, but he was sure they posed some sort of ancient heritage, the humans housing just represented greed as far as he was concerned.

'Is it wrong that I've never seen you act this patient before?' It had been a whole five minutes and snare hadn't moved, he just lay there with crossed arms and a silly look on his face as he looked back and forth to the house and the fading sun. 'You can't honestly say you are going to recycle this action until the sun comes back up.' Sax's mouth shifted from left to right as he fiddled with his fingers, his thinking actions were very obvious. 'You could always try and speed up the process, hell..' He looked back to the humans who seemed to be thinning in number, looks like they had a place to go. 'We could slow down their process..' He gave a sly grin, had he really just suggested that they mess up the other houses because Snare was bored? This sinister namekian was rubbing off on him more than he had previously hoped.

[Snare]

There was a couple things he learned on Earth during his unwilling stay. Most of those happened to be useless shit that really had no other place to exist but earth; idioms. He couldn't help but think about one he was constantly told: "A watched kettle won't boil". The first time he heard it's use was by some stupid alien who had commented on how Snare was waiting impatiently as ever. After that, seemingly everyone had started to use it on him whenever they got the chance. Which lead him to doing the only reasonable thing; demanding what the hell a kettle had to do with anything, or who the hell was watching the thing, and why some pots called the kettle black. It took him a lot longer than he would care to admit to fully understand it's meaning, but after he quickly figured out why it was that everyone had said it to him. His impatience was one of his more dominant traits. So while he stared hard at the building, he couldn't help but let the human idiom slip into his mind and make him frown. It would make sense that sitting here staring at it would make time seemingly take much longer than if he were to do something, anything really. He sighed at the realization, which implied he would have to come up with some sort of brilliant plan to entertain himself for the next ten plus hours. Fuck was it going to be a long night.

Saxophone's words caught his attention, causing him to look at the companion (Excellent! He wasn't watching the kettle... house anymore!). So the guy was alright with being a hermit? Didn't surprise Snare too much, the older namekian always handled being a social recluse much better than he did. Him on the other hand needed social interaction, needed people, because he was ninety percent sure if he was left on his own for more than two hours he would literally sink into the pits of insanity. He wouldn't even try to deny it. Snare quirked his eyebrow at his next words, pulling his mouth into a slight frown. Had it really been five years? To him there was no way to define the time here, as it had felt like a lifetime of imprisonment. But now he had a definite number, and boy he wasn't too happy with that. Five years of being a slave, of training to the point his muscles tore in agony, and he had made about the same dent a pebble would. This process was much too slow for Snare, much too repetitive. There had to be some way for him to get better faster, to break free. His mind unhelpfully supplied the idea of the dragon balls before remembering that all of the dragon clan had been slaughtered in cold blood. Back to square one, back to the slow process.

Snare's musings were cut short when he felt a pointed jab in his side, causing his muscles to flinch and twitch. "Tch, I'll kill you next time you do that Sax." He mumbled with a smirk before replying to his bowl making moments later. "Big future for you in construction; who wouldda thought it?" He said dryly as he tapped his fingers impatiently as his line of sight went back on the house that never dried. "I'll do whatever I want." Snare shot back; if he wanted to stare at the damn house he was going to stare at the fucking house. His face contorted into surprise at Saxophone's last response, forcing him to look back to see if the man was joking or not. All he could see was a grin of sorts on his face, making him ponder if this was an actually a serious suggestion. He found himself grinning like an idiot at the idea, basking in the thrill he knew he would get out of it. The best part about the whole idea was that it wouldn't take too long to fuck up the whole city, but it sure as hell would make time fly. He stopped his impatient movements - which consisted of rocking on the spot while tapping a crappy rhythm with his fingers - and stood up suddenly. He stretched his arms out, feeling them clunk and click because they were stationary for so long before he looked down to Sax. "Sounds like a good idea to me, good practice too. I know once I get into Frieza's army I'll have to get my hands dirty a couple 'o times at least. So ya, let's do it. Bet I could take out more towers than you can." He stated with a cocky smirk, ready to cause some chaos. Apparently fate had other plans though, shaped in teenage vigilantes.

"Hey! You! Green guy!" A voice said, causing Snare to look over his shoulder with a pensive brow. What he saw made him confused; a whole gang of children, probably just under two dozen, carrying bats, chains, and what looked to be knives. Some even had bikes and skateboards. One thing he noticed was they all had dark blue overcoats of sorts with kanji on the back. "Did I hear you say you're one of Frieza's lackeys?" The same boy said, taking a step forward from the crowd while dragging his bat across the ground in what he probably thought was intimidating. Snare quickly labeled him the alpha of the group and turned to face him, crossing his arms across his chest as a smirk covered his maw.

"What's it to you, kid?" He said in a deep voice, trying to spur on the teenager who was a good foot shorter. It seemed to work as the little gang leader took another step forward, grinning cockily.

"I thought so. What do you think?" He asked as he turned around to face his friends, hitching the bat across his shoulders. The little crowd of small people jeered and howled, trying to goad the leader into it. "I think we outta teach 'em a lesson too." He said smoothly before turning on heel and pointing a finger at Snare. "I got a message for Frieza; and it's going to be painful." With that the young boy charged forward and swung his bat hard against Snare's chest, which ended with the wooden thing shattering into splinters. The young boy's eyes widened as he looked up, only to get quickly snapped in the head by a green hand. Snare watched as the boy's eyes rolled back in their sockets before he collapsed on the ground, knocked out cold. Didn't kill him though, after all they were just little kids. He did, however fail to contain a dark chuckle at how he just crumpled into a heap on the ground; he looked like a broken toy. He flipped him over with his foot so he wasn't face first in the rubble, and then looked up to the rest of the children. They all had taken a step back and were much closer together as the air dripped with tension. Snare quirked a brow, asking a silent question.

"He-Hey! Y-you can't do t-that to our bossman!" One of the boys said, flourishing his chain as if it were a deadly weapon. "We'll show you n-not to mess with the Blue Sparks!" The kids roared with agreement, picking at their weapons angrily. Snare rolled his eyes, but was silently happy. Even if it was a bunch of stupid kids, at least he got to hit something. One boy ran forward and was quickly followed by the rest, all screaming like tribal animals as they charged forward at both Saxophone and Snare. The latter of the two looked to the oldest and gave a mock innocent shrug, still smirking.

"I tried to stop 'em." He drawled lazily, before they started attacking.

[Saxophone]

And then Snare chose to actually take the challenge seriously, what had he done, turned this peaceful floor laying monster to action simply to occupy his time. The challenge was there though, and boy was it enticing. 'You are suggesting you can take things down like a crazy person, we'll see who wins when I use the more precise touch.' He cracked his knuckles playfully as he stood, the idea was a little far-fetched for him though Snare seemed to almost light up from the suggestion, who was he to turn down such a happy camper? 'Just keep it clean-ish.' Sax said in some sort of plea as he watched Snare eye balling the slightly rebuilt area. The guys had been doing nothing but bad mouthing them the moment they got here, asked them to work then insulted it afterwards... As far as Sax was concerned they needed to be taken down a peg, and if backing up Snare in his escapades settled his morale code then he wouldn't complain.

His attention was diverted much like Snare's was, a small human approaching them with threats and accusations which were both untrue and uncalled for. It seemed like a convenient message in itself, a group of children came along to start the nonsense and allow the namekian's to claim the humans started it, not that they needed that kind of reasoning in the first place. Snare seemed to lightly challenge him, Sax wasn't really too keen to go beating up a bunch of human children, or at least wasn't as enthusiastic about it as Snare would have been. They spared no time in plucking out their strongest and throwing him towards them, it was clear they weren't going to listen to any kind of reason, Sax decided to just go with the flow of things considering it wished to twist and turn so suddenly. 'Snare just make sure yo-' He was cut short as the child attacked and was attacked in seconds, on the floor in crumpled heap just like that. 'Strike lightly..' He wanted to shake his head, tsk even, but the kid deserved it from the attack he just tried.

'That was an interesting message.' Sax said sarcastically the rest as they flinched and staggered in confusion. 'You don't really understand what you're dealing with here do you.' Sax was a little uneasy about a bunch of younger humans feeling so courageous and rebellious at to attack anything in groups as they see fit. After a lifetime of being subjected to obedience and respect, he was almost insulted by the display before him. 'Apparently you just dealt with their leader, Snare..' He pointed to the boy as he twitched on the ground, Snare didn't really hit him that hard, didn't see why the kid hadn't just shrugged it off yet. The group seemed quite enraged rather than scared, moving to attack before even doing as much as a second thought. 'Yea, you warned them big time..' Snare's smooth response was funny at first, though once he realised the children were upon them it was just aggravating.

'Don't do it.' The group split up, moving for him and Snare in groups. 'Really, stop.' Sax guessed they didn't want to listen, too occupied by rattling their chains and blunt objects as they ran towards him. The numerous younglings struck oddly at the same time, he expected the horrible mistake of groups by attacking separability. The attack was much more predictable than he had hoped, his thirst for even a little challenge lingering in sadness as he took a single stride back from the swipes and swings, the whole group smacking each other in confusion. 'When you're done, I'm over here.' He motioned to the confused and bruised group to bring it on, locking into a stance which seemed to intimidate them much more than before. None the less they strived for another attack, this time being more organised as to swing away from one another. Sax slowly dropped and locked onto one opponents chest at a time, twisting his clawed hand and pushing outwards as one after another they fell to the ground, Sax using his spare hand to grab their weapons as they stumbled and fell.

The group collected themselves, looking up from the ground as Sax threw their weapons back to them, scratching his nose in boredom, reverting to his casual standing pose. 'Round two?' The group seemed to oblige, for some odd reason they felt like they were just going to develop some strange strength from being defeated and be able to actually stand a chance, which Sax found horribly inaccurate... Who would be able to gain power with such speed? He didn't know of anyone who followed such a ridiculous method before. 'If you insist.' The side-tracked Sax responded to the groups mumbles, as they charged again for another lesson.

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[Snare]

Snare only chuckled lightly at Saxophone's sarcasm, entertained by the notion. It was true he didn't make any attempts to warn them, or even prevent them from attacking, but he really should not have had to. They were walking skyscrapers, fully grown namekians. These kids were asking for trouble the second they pulled their little hero stunt out of their asses. If he wanted to, the younger namekian was sure he could dispel this little riot within moments. The whole reason they were attacking was because they thought he was with Frieza, which was complete bullshit. If he told the truth there was a good chance that they would lose most of their passion and just submit to taking their 'bossman' back to whatever hole they crawled out of. Even if that didn't work he could easily end this whole scuffle by releasing his energy in a burst. It would be enough to make the kids realize how hopeless their heroics were, and probably make them run away. Yet even though he had all these options literally at his fingertips he chose to do nothing, just stand there tall and powerful. There was something not only darkly amusing about this situation, but also very empowering. These humans were weak, completely powerless and their fates rested in his green palm. If he wanted to, he could kill every single last one of them in a beam; one that would just evaporate them were they stood. But thinking it and doing it were two different things, he really wouldn't be able to bring himself to kill one of the little fur less monkeys. This little light of goodness however, did not shine on the fact he could and was going to hurt them. Would be decently entertaining after all. He watched as they neared, twelve sets of eyes full of anger and fear; so did that make them incredible brave fledglings or completely stupid kids?

They moved in waves, showing some form of tactical knowledge that Saxophone's group did not seem to possess. Snare held his ground, refusing to back up even the slightest to these small animals. The first hit came in quick, and feeling confident in his skills he just let them hit him. A crowbar was launched at his side, but it abruptly stopped the second it made contact, as if it hit concrete. The same could be said for the wrench and fist that was swung at him. He hardly felt it, and just laughed at them as they tried once more, aiming for his stomach and legs. It ended with the same result. "Mind hitting a little lower kid? My leg's been cramping up all day, could use a gentle touch." Snare said with a grin, his cocky voice causing the teenagers to pause in fear; that only made him grin bigger, revealing all his canines to the setting sun. "Don't be afraid now, I ain't gonna kill you. Though, I will hurt you." Apparently his dark voice made one of the kids to snap. The teenager dropped his crowbar, causing it to clatter against the ground before spinning on the balls of his heels and attempting to run. Not even letting him take a step, Snare snapped his hand quickly forward and into the back of the coward's head. It was a light touch, yet it still had the kid lurch forward before skidding across the ground with the grace of a rock. The namekian was sure that the kid broke his nose in with that ungraceful fall, but he didn't really care. The guy was like eighteen, by that time Snare had lost his limbs more times than he had fingers. What doesn't kill someone makes them realize that they need to get stronger; this held especially true for the now unconscious kid. The other two that were hitting him gave audible gasps, seemingly angry that their friend was hurt. The same went for the others that surrounded him. Apparently this need to avenge their comrade struck all of them, and they screwed their tactics to all hit him at once.

Snare let them all have their go, their swing; curious to see if any of them had any form of power. After another bat smashed against the back of his head, he quickly realized that they were all weak and powerless worms. Not wanting to waste anymore time, or let their small little grubby fingers touch him again, the namekian let out a small burst of energy; enough to cause the gang members closest to him to fall on their asses while the slightly more distanced ones just stumbled. He chuckled at the dazed look they all wore, feeling like he had all the power in the world. One could get drunk off of the feeling. "Heh, good try kids. Now it's my t-" He was caught off from his self-centered declaration when a chain wrapped around his head from the back. Usually the eye had a natural defense reaction to this, namely it would shut the eyelid in a means to protect itself. Apparently he was not so lucky as for that to happen, causing a metal chain to smack into his eye. It immediately went red and he howled, putting pressure on his left eye as though it would fall out. He turned on his heels, anger flashing in his eye as he stared at the kid who did it. He couldn't have been any older than fourteen, seemingly out of place for a group filled with boys aged eighteen and plus. But that mattered little to Snare. "I think I'm going to have to make an exception to what I said... I'll kill you!"

The kid seemed to finally understand the gravity of the situation, and dropped his chain; trembling. The older kids immediately made a wall in front of Snare, blocking his path to a just revenge. Without even hesitating once, he chuckled before hitting all of them away like one would bat at a fly. Without the wall of people blocking his sight, Snare noticed that the kid had taken to running for his life. He scoffed at the idea before focusing his ki into his legs and bursting forward with ridiculous speed. He was probably going faster than any of the humans could see. He cut the kid off, causing the small human to run into him and bounce back onto his butt. He tried to back up, but Snare put his foot on the kid's leg; effectively pinning him. He leaned forward and down, his open eye glinting like a predator. He brought his hand back and swung forward. The kid screamed, but quickly realized he hadn't been hit. He opened his eyes to see Snare's hand only centameters away from his face. The namekian in question smirked, thoroughly entertained despite his pain coma'd eye. "Boo." He slurred, causing the boy to literally faint. Not holding back, Snare broke into a hearty laugh, nearly guffawing at the situation. Had the kid really thought that namekian was going to kill him? He laughed harder, lifting his leg off of the kid to hold his sides in. Snare knew it! He should have been an actor.

Apparently the humans got the point, they began to grab whoever had been knocked out and quickly leave the area. Maybe they thought that he was going insane, maybe they were right. Snare continued to chuckle, plopping down on the ground to hold his sides better as his other eye shut tightly. The look on the kid's face; pure and utter terror! He had never seen anything more funny in his life! Tears of mirth began to well at the corner of his eyes, causing him to calm down and wipe his eyes. He opened his good eye, ignoring the pain of his left, looking for Sax. "Did you see that?" He asked, still grinning from ear to ear. "Fucking priceless. Whoo!" He said with a satisfied noise. Good fun.

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[Saxophone]

The group charged in for the third time. They seemed almost adamant to at least land a hit on him, though to him this kind of combat was common. Reckless, rage-fuelled and predictable, from every strike came a swing and a repetitive grip to the ground which exposed them for attack in every way you could possibly imagine. These children knew combat though, that he couldn't deny, they were just not trained in it. Did the humans have the same built in primal systems as the namekian's do? This urge, craving even to seek out conflict to become stronger was something a lot of his own kind had in controllable bursts, but this was just a sorry attempt to put all of their force into slow strikes in hope that a landed attack would trigger instant defeat. He couldn't help but smile as every child came one after another, Sax proceeding to disarm them, move them aside and back away for the next one to make his run up. It was like a nice organised beat down line as he patiently waited for them to ware themselves out. This anger though, the strive to continue even though they knew that the odds were stacked against them insanely, it reminded him a lot of Snare when he was a kid... Only difference was, was when Snare hit something he did only have to hit it once to leave it down, and by the way he had seen that power simply burst through the seams in his rage, he probably would have the same effect on a lot of people.

But he was getting distracted, one of the children nearly landed a flailed fist towards him before it was twist with the rest of his body and spun to the ground. These guys could have real potential, if only they knew what to do in situations such as this. The group when to take a break, or so it seemed as they huddled into a small cluster and mumbled amongst themselves, they were actually going to plan an attack? This would be a sight to see. They broke out from their little talk circle, two of them standing still while two others moved to Sax's flanks. They were planning to try and attack from different directions, confuse the target and leave him eventually open to attack from one side if any. He shook his head with a sigh, oddly enough causing the children to all stop in confusion. Folding his arms he stood up straight, making gestures with his hands as he waited for them to attack. Just as he predicted all of four of them screamed at the top of their lungs as they ran towards him the second they saw a window. Impatient, ignorant and intolerable, a sharp grunt came from Sax as a wave of energy moved out from him, the children almost losing their footing as they slid back to where they previously were. They stood for a moment confused, one of them realising where he had gone wrong.

Sax perked his ears, here came the shouts again, and this time he wasn't going to cut them any slack. He grabbed the first encounter by the face, spinning around in a full circle as the child's legs smacked into all of his friends as they approached, dropping the child on the last fighter who was crawling across the ground attempting to sneak up behind him. He spun them around on the ground, pushing them with his leg as they slid off and away from him stacked on top of each other. He looked back to the main group, and the supposed leader of this small batch who had chosen to fight him rather than crazy over there, speaking of which, how was he doing? He looked over to his side, watching the smaller one get up behind his brother and latching onto his face before slamming him in the eye with a chain weapon. Sax was in no place to say anything about Snare's little brawl, he simply laughed to himself from a nice safe distance while he looked back to his own little batch of human trouble makers. He opened his arms and made a light shrug, gesturing towards if they wanted to try again, in all honestly it looked like they hardly wanted to try any more.

Sax was quite disappointed, shaking his head once more with a tsk tsk as that seemed to perk the group around him up, and in angry no less. He presumed this was there spark, from some previous distaste towards being told what to do they had grown to hate any kind of verbal negative attitude towards them. What was that gesture he watched the human use a couple of days back? Whatever it was it seemed to insult the other younger one in that scenario. He raised his hand to his eye, making it a fist as he moved it back and forth, imitating someone crying seemed to really get to the kids. Roars and all sorts of words and screaming were projected his way as he smiled at the trigger being effective, maybe this time they would actually try to strike him with some skill. what he saw next was rather embarrassing, the one dropped a chain weapon too low as his friend proceeded to trip on it. That child leaped forward and smacked his friend over the head with a bat, he was out cold in moments as he fell onto one of the metal pipes face first. The one behind him stood in confusion to the whole event, another from the side swinging a metal stick towards Sax's back as he simply reached out behind him and pulled the dumb founded one in the way of the swing... Count three for friendly fire.

He crossed his arms at the last two standing, the one looked at his friend as he tried to pull the chain from his leg, the other just looking down at the damage he had caused to the rear attacker. Sax had hardly enjoyed this as much as he wanted to, where was all the anger and silly sarcasm? They were about Snare's age when he was training him right? In all honesty he had gotten bored, and with a sharp trip and push he grabbed the boys pipe as he was sent spiralling into the ground behind him in a heap. A sigh dragged itself out as he turned to see Snare's progress, watching him swing for his face and stop inches away as he forced the group to begin to flee in terror. He gave a nod and smile to Snare's enthusiastic nature, watching the group run off back between the repaired housing. 'You know what I don't understand?' He tried to find a reason not to say what was on his mind, any one that had done differently to his theory, didn't take long to give up. 'Children never learn how to dodge.'

With all of that riff-raff aside he took a seat in time with Snare, a smile stuck on his face from the humour imagining all the younglings just refusing to dodge anything brought him, they were such fools back then. 'So you were planning to level a few of these?' He gestured to the general area ahead of them, lines and lines of finished or mid-constructed housing and buildings. 'Unless you've had a change of heart that is.'

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[Snare]

"I hear ya." Snare said with a grin, leveling out his breathing. "But then again some kids don't need 'ta dodge. I remember when I was their size I just took everything, hell I still do. Don't need to dodge, got my pride on the line. And I find when you dodge, you give up your chance to do a good counter combo. 'Sides, I figure I'm stubborn enough to take anything head first. Hasn't failed me yet, gotta be a good sign y'know?" He ended rhetorically, shooting a glance to Sax as he sat down. The next question caught him off guard, and immediately had him defending himself. "The second I have a change of heart is the same second that magic makes everything go back to normal." As if to emphasize how rooted and stubborn he was he looked away, scoffing as though the idea was completely crazy. He did however attempt to answer the question in his head, to try and give a bit more explanation to why he was suddenly against the idea of this more then entertaining plan. That wasn't to say he didn't want to do it, hell he would love for nothing more but to just go building to building and destroy the supports; watch as the steel giants fell into themselves. Then after that destroy forests, level mountains, maybe kill some dinosaurs or mammals. Just fuck with everything, really. But there was societal expectations that were pressing down on him, and as much as he wanted to be the wildfire he was seen as; even he knew there were just some things that one should not mess with. That wasn't to say that these buildings were of some major importance to the stability of the world, just that if he started now, where would he stop? Where could he draw the line? If buildings were easy to kill, how long would it take for him to seek the next level of thrill; killing stupid and innocent people? What would stop him if he could be? Would he even be him anymore? He sighed. Maybe he was going to the extremes, well that much was obvious, but the point was still there. If he indulged in these forbidden adventures what would stop him from seeking higher and better taboos?

Snare passed a glance to Saxophone with his good eye, it didn't help that the asshole had decided to sit on his left side. Continuing from where he left off only moments ago, he spoke in a cocky tone. "I had my cheap thrills from scaring that little human boy, think I'll pass on the whole destruction of their homes. Probably would kill 'em." He shifted from his position, sitting indian style with his arms crossed against his chest. "Anyway, why you so pro-destroying the planet Sax? Weren't you the one that wanted to build this house originally? Your mood swings scare me more than I scare myself, and trust me, that's saying something." He chuckled lightly, attempting to open his eye only to shut it quickly. That shit still hurt, maybe he should have hit the kid just a bit to make up for this. "If you're so hell bent on burning the city, be my guest. But if you touch my building, I'll kill you dead. Just so 'ya know. So go on, go be the big baddie." With that said, Snare decided that he was going to laze about for a bit. He all but threw himself back so he was lying on his back, untwisting his legs so that he was completely flat. He beat to some inaudible tune in his head with his hands, tapping them against his chest. He would get up and do something later, for now he wanted some thinking time. The concept alone was quite unnerving, and the fact that he actually wanted this made him nervous on some level. Thinking usually was a bad thing.

Snare just sighed again, letting the smile on his face slowly begin to fade, though the mirth was still there. After all, his mind kept conjuring up the image of that stupid little kid, making him scoff in humor. He couldn't help but wish he could do it all over again, he was sure that it would be funny the second time over. Blinking with his eye, he stared blankly at the night sky and stars. Now it was time to focus, specifically on a subject that Sax had brought up early; his future plans. Sure he had said some shit to answer him, but was that really what he wanted? He couldn't really see himself in Frieza's army, couldn't see himself taking orders from someone who didn't earn his respect. So what would that leave him with in the army? He was sure to start off as a lapdog of sorts, a role he was sure he couldn't play even if his life depended on it. But he couldn't see himself as a slave, and look at him now. His brow arched pensively, curiousity lurking in his mind. So what options did that leave him, what if he could not get into the army? Was it possible he could escape, would they care if some namekian just vanished beneath their noses? He figured they would either do one of the two extremes; track him down and make an example of him to others, or just dispute he ever existed to those curious. But who would be? He made next to zero friends, and the only ounce of respect he got was from the aliens who feared him. His own kind didn't like him, some even going so far as call him an omen; apparently allowing a son of the Demon clan into the Warrior clan was some unwritten taboo. He placed his hand on his head, as though this much thinking was actually hurting. But maybe that should be his course of action, maybe he should just flee and take his chances. Yet how would he get strong.

Snare grunted, breaking his silence as he sat up with his maw drawn in a sharp line. He was starting to feel antsy, a result from sitting down for so long and trying to focus his mind. He needed to move, to do something, anything at this point. The namekian jumped to his feet, nudging Sax with his foot as a sort of immature revenge. "If I sit still any longer I'm more than positive I'll explode. How about a spar, or even training? Hell, I'd even race you or do something as equally stupid. Anything so long as we're fucking moving and my mind is not throbbing." It wasn't so much as a suggestion as it was a demand. If Sax was not going to do this shit with him, he was going to find someone else to. They just had to be able to take a few punches, so finding them might be a bit of trouble.

[Saxophone]

Sax was quite confused when his previous suggestion was met with thought, the whole idea of Snare was action after all, to think that some things actually went through a thought process with him before they were put into action seemed almost humorous. But as always he was joking to himself as well as being to hard on the poor guy, he had so much stuff to blow up around him, it must take a least a little thought as to what he wanted to blow up first. The next thing came as even more of a suprise, pass on blowing up things? Pass on killing just for the fun of it? Simple things such as this would make the smaller version of this guy squeal in delight, he must have had motives behind his decision, it was just a matter of time before he could contain them no longer and suggest them. Snare seemed to get relaxed in the seat he was in, the whole idea that they had just beat up children to parents who lived in that town made him oddly unnerved about hanging around within visual distance. Sure they would have been fine but... The whole idea about an army of little humans emerging from around the buildings haunted his mind, it would be like a whole area of annoying ants. His mental imagery was broken when Snare came about to question his mental stability, the guy must clearly be aware of his own problems surely.

'I don't advise any of what I suggest.' He said in a self-covering manner. Folding his arms with a concerned look on his face 'You actually thought I meant we do half of those things? With you I understand but, I would pass naturally.' Or so he liked to tell himself, sure it was the base-line ideal for him to avoid killing and destruction, all of Snares favourite things... But truth be told it was for Snare, the guy hadn't been cut any slack for nearly five years, he remembered how the others of the caste treated him, the whole race looked down on him as some sort of omen. So why didn't he? He often asked himself the same question, why did he hang around the one thing which could drive him so insane? Blast away at him for every little slip up he made, in the end it was because he was the only person who did, honesty had a wonderful way of showing Sax he actually somewhat cared about their friendship. Whenever it came down to the bottom line there was no beating around the bush, the guy said what needed to be said and it in turn taught Sax about himself and allowed him to train Snare more effectively in the process. He physically tensed his hands together, he'd rather have just thought Snare was an ass hole and other would beat him up if he didn't hang around, but his just had to run his subconscious mouth.

He moved to ponder over something else when he realised Snare wasn't where he left him, he was flat on the floor instead, patting away at his chest and being genuinely bored. Dare he suggest something else to him at the cost of something like those children again? It seemed like Kami was trying to teach them both patience with this damn house, which apparently Snare was suddenly so proud to call his own after Sax had created the whole thing bar one half of plastering. He would give the dominant namekian a bone, let him have his little play-house. The intention that it was there as a monument was all Sax built it for, and so he was content. He looked back down to Snare, the man was actually thinking? He could tell because he strained his face as he thought, as if thinking about stuff would actually hurt you in the process, that extreme brain power of his bulging intelligence into physical form and battering against his skull... He really needed to stop thinking things like this.

He attempted to spark something, a cough, a mumble and a sigh didn't do the trick. The guy was actually being patient, who would have thought the time would come? His previous attempt ended in him beating up little children, what the hell was this one going to bring!? He had to stop it for the sake of his own casual evening, he had to think of somethi- His muse was suddenly halted, what weak attempt at trying to justify punching Snare or walking off to save his own soul was merged with his previous thoughts coming true. He was nudged once more, no doubt the namekian wanted to get the last strike in their little game. The idea that Snare would actually explode from thinking wasn't really that hard to imagine, the guy hurt his head just by pondering over things sometimes. By all means Sax was not suggesting he was an idiot, just... Not willing to me smart. 'I don't even think I'll ever hear you repeat a request for training ever again.' He laughed to himself, that was genuinely the first time he ever had. 'But I fear if you entertain yourself you will make madness out of nothing..' He took to his feet, this guy would have easily wandered off with or without him. He wasn't sure if he was protecting the area around them or his own morale code by keeping him here.

He made a sharp turn a few paces away from Snare who was now standing rather than sitting. 'Why not a Spar which involves training which is a race.' He found the idea perfectly justified in humour, even if Snare chose not to find it funny was his choice, but there was truth in his words. 'When we last fought, I saw that new potential of yours.. You just have no idea how to control it.' It felt a bit weird speaking so much in something he considered training, but this was a new time for them, as was it a new time for him to try out a more forward training style on the man. He had always remained so quiet, to try and make a point, but the namekian had all grown up now... If anything he deserved Sax's attention even if no one else did. 'So lets see what you've got, focus energy against defensive points, and aim for distribution over full-out dispensing.' He locked into his usual stance, tempted to switch it up in fear Snare may be getting the hang of something so mixed between offensive and defensive aspects... Or maybe he was mistaken in thinking Snare thought about this kind of thing.

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