“ Pleased to make your acquaintance “
One would have thought, after having spent a good portion her life among crowds such as these she would have become more and more accustomed to these types of tedious chores. It always felt the same no matter the reason, or the circumstances being celebrated, it was always unbelievably dull to be among their number.
There was some solace she felt in knowing that at least one if not more of her teammates were feeling the exact same way as she was. As if they were being made to repeat the same dainty little greetings on command in tune with the chords being strung by the orchestra. Made to explain, to summarize their lives, and their traits within minutes at a time to strangers whose opinions of them could impact their futures. Needless to say that Blake felt happy that at least for Ruby’s sake Weiss had been by her side nearly the entire time to help their team leader get better acquainted to the other duties of a being huntress. The other half. Dealing with the public and public interests.
This ceremony had been thrown in honor of Team RWBY’s efforts to uphold the law, celebrating the success of her team in having apprehended some of Vale’s worst criminals. All of which were being held within one of the numerous ships that dotted the sky, belonging to the one of the few individuals to which Blake held a sense of admiration and respect. General James Ironwood of the Atlesian Military. The man that had permitted her entry into Atlas’s Academy at a young age despite her lack of formal qualifications when compared to the other cadets after she had caused something of a ruckus with other students. Thankfully for them she had managed to mend the damage done to her father’s scouter otherwise the beatings she had bestowed upon each of them on that day would have been more severe.
It was a story for another time, as she stood at attention by his side. Fully dressed in her formal Atlesian Military Attire whose appearance, design, and color was representative of her ranking in the Military. Needless to say, her strength, and her dedication to the pursuit of higher power within herself had pushed her leaps and bounds through the rankings Atlas had to offer. Regardless of the fact that she had made it clear she remained in Atlas only because the training regime’s they had to offer her were better than what she could find elsewhere on their world of Remnant she still felt a sense of pride in displaying what had been earned. Being here on this day in honor of what they had accomplished together as team RWBY … despite the fact that she was still bored silly.
With her hands folded behind her back, and the tip of her tail just barely permitted to droop down underneath the hems of her overcoat to avoid having it stepped on or grabbed accidentally her eyes scanned the crowd for the last of her teammates she had yet to see for some time now. Where was Yang ? The last she had seen of the blonde brawler had been when she had been seen talking to a few of their other friends that had been in attendance as this ceremony had been held within Beacon Academy’s Grand Banquet Hall. As such, the other students of Beacon Academy were allowed to attend, even encouraged to do so to mingle with the political leaders and representatives of the City of Vale and beyond that had been attracted here by the glitz, glimmer, and posh of the ceremony. Perhaps Yang had just gotten tired of the ceremony and had just slipped away when the time was right. Weiss was with Ruby so there wouldn’t have been much need for her to stay to keep an eye on her younger sister and of course Blake herself would be around for a while longer.
Excusing herself with a curt nod of her head the faunus would descend the foyer, moving among the chattering crowds and politely declining requests for a dance or offers of drinks, and or hors d'oeuvres. Making for the balcony that overlooked the skyline of the Academy, and the city beyond. For some reason, there was a sinking feeling she had in her chest that made the fur on her tail stand on end. As soon as she reached the balcony doors an audible sigh of relief escaped her, fortunate as she was that there was no one else around to have heard her. Her heels taking her to the edge of the balcony, gloved hands resting on the handrail as her amber hues narrowed. Taking in all there was to see … and searching for something she hoped she wouldn’t find.
With the Atlesian fleet’s ships doting the night skies like stars, she should have felt more secure in their over watch of the kingdom but even so this chilling feeling running along the length of her spine had yet to subside. As such, to silence her incessant thoughts on the matter her left hand would burrow itself within the confines of one of her overcoat’s pockets. Retrieving her father’s scouter, a curious little machine that functioned in a manner akin to aura detection technology. It was a device that had been left behind by her father, as he had presumed it to be damaged beyond repair. She had never known much of her father, as their time together had been nonexistent. He had left her and her mother behind long, long ago. So, it would be that all she knew today of the Saiyan Prince Vegeta, she learned from her mother’s own recollections of him.
Adjusting the scouter to the right hand side of her face with one hand as the other moved to adjust her cap and her hair to avoid discomfort as the ear piece sank into place over her ear. Securing and then locking itself on her person. The small, red tinted visor dropping into place over her right eye. A small, light press of the button situated over her ear piece would turn the device on.
Waiting for the scouter to cycle through it’s base start up programs as it came to life her fingers remained on the button. It hadn’t been an easy task, but it hadn’t been impossible for her either. With the right equipment, and sufficient patience she had managed to restore her father’s damaged scouter over the years. Repairing both it’s external appearance to mirror what she assumed to have been it’s original appearance as well as the internal circuitry with enough trial and error. Even going as far to rewrite most of the programs to display it’s preloaded text and numbers in Remnant’s own native language as opposed to the alien symbols and letterings Blake often studied in secret during her free time.
Cycling through it’s functions with rapid yet soft presses of the main switch her motions would cease as she finally arrived on the set scouting formula she had been searching for. The small machine beeping softly in her ear as the visual eye tracker on her visor began to move of it’s own accord. Rapidly moving back and forth in the blink of an eye. Darting across her screen as it evaluated all detectable, biological entities within it’s sensory range. Machines excluded for obvious reasons. The small machine compiling mass data for her in the form of numbers meant to represent the life force, aura, or ambient levels of strength each entity within it’s scope of range possessed. Then with those numerical assumptions in temporary storage it would provide her an average, an approximation of the average level of the strength she would encounter in this area. Even though she didn’t have a means of programming this into the scouter directly a mental note would be made to account for the soldiers of Atlas that were patrolling the streets. Meaning the end value would have to be mentally deducted a few points to better account for Vale’s populace when it wasn’t being supplemented by Atlas’s soldiers. Some of those men and women she was familiar with. Others she was not. Ultimately, their levels of strength given their more advanced training was higher than the average citizen or hunter / huntress.
All in all, as the machine finished it’s calculations she had been expecting the complied numbers to be have been higher than it had been the last time she had conducted this manner of sweep in search of Cinder Fall, Roman Torchwick, Emerald, Mercury, and the rest of their underlings. With all culprits locked, and stored safely behind cells until a decision was made with what to do with them. With Cinder having stolen approximately half of the Fall Maiden’s power as Blake had come to learn through confidential conversation the criminal had painted a rather broad target on her back as it was clear that the thief had no idea the raw amount of aura she had been exuding even when in a relaxed state. All of which had made her stand out from among the crowds by the sensors of her scouter.
Yes, she had been expecting the numbers to have been higher this time around but … as she watched the average level of power keep rising in response to a singular entity her mouth was nearly agape at what she was seeing on her visor. It simply couldn’t be real. Not on Remnant.
6,000 … 7,000 … 10,000 … 40, 000 … 100, 000 ! ?
It wasn’t malfunctioning … Blake was confident enough in her own abilities to be certain that her father’s scouter wasn’t malfunctioning. Yet how could this read out possibly be? Excluding her own level of strength, never before had she ever seen such a readout emerge during any of her previous scans of Vale. Something new had arrived on Remnant, someone strong.
Gritting her teeth in response to the readout as it kept rising the half faunus, half saiyan would take to the skies. Out on the hunt. Pushing her aura out underneath herself to keep herself afloat , and pushing it behind her back steadily to propel herself forwards. The visual eye tracker now set to follow the motions of her eye as it zeroed in on the location of the entity in question. Her search leading her deeper into the southern section of Vale, closer to the sea port. Heels touching down on the uneven cobblestone streets. Scenic pedestrian pathways. Eyes slowly looking left and right as the immense power she had been searching for had seemingly disappeared the moment when she had landed. As if her presence had been detected in the darkness of the night before hand.
Acting in a cautious manner as she gingerly walked further into the darkness her eyes would eventually come to settle in place on a familiar piece of white fabric. See through, almost like silk from appearance alone … and clearly torn from a much larger ensemble altogether from the uneven ridges lining one end. Yet, this mystery was solved the moment it had to her attention as she would spot Yang laying still. Body splayed out across the street. The dress she had worn to the ceremony in tatters. There wasn’t any need for Blake to use her scanner to know that her level of aura was very low.
With her heart leaping from her chest in fear at the sight, Blake was at her side no sooner than the next turn of the second hand of a clock. Turning the other girl over, there were no puncture, no lacerations of any kind to be seen … but there were bruises. Markings, swellings, and even burn marks all over her skin. She had been beaten, and badly at that. Lowering her head a bit lower, the tip of her left ear straightening itself out to zero out background noise she felt relief course through her as she picked up the sound of the beating of her heart. She was alive, but needed medical attention and would need it soon.
With one hand supporting the unconscious huntress to keep her upright, the other dug into her coat pockets for her scroll. Drawing it out, her hands quickly undid the screen lock of the cellular device. Gloved fingers dialing for emergency services with swift swipes … but stopping as both ears flicked in response to the sound of ambient aura. Her scouter’s beeping resuming as the immense power she had been searching for reappeared from the darkness in a flash of violet light aimed squarely at her.
Kicking off from the ground in a burst of white tinted aura engulfing her like a rising flame Blake would set herself down atop a nearby rooftop a few blocks away. While she had dodged that attack, the vehicle parked in the street a ways away from where she had been had not been as fortunate. The large, ambient orange light of flames and burning smell of rubber beginning to assault her senses. Setting down her friend against the railing of the rooftop she would close out her call with emergency services. Instead opting to call another. She would leave her scroll open next to Yang for him to find as she had no doubts he would understand her intentions. Leaving the open phone call to General Ironwood next to Yang , Blake could trust that he would send for someone to track down her scroll as her end remained silent and once they arrived they would find Yang. They could ensure she would get the help she needed.
With her scouter beeping to warn her of another immanent burst of aura moving in her direction with her hands now empty Blake was free to respond directly. Winding up the back of her gloved hand it would be with a passive swipe that the attack was brushed aside. Precautions taken to redirect the strike in the direction of the sea to avoid it striking an unfortunate passerby or occupied structures. Albeit, with so many being now drawn to the raging flames near them this would need to be settled elsewhere. Rushing forwards it seems as though she had the advantage of speed on her side as her unknown opponent didn’t seem to know how to react to her having closed the distance between them so swiftly. As a punch was thrown her way the faunus side stepped the incoming blow. Left hand grabbing unto her opponent’s forearm, right hand moving upwards to deliver an uppercut to their chin. Knocking them upwards a great deal into the light of the crescent moon. Away from the populace below them.
She could fully see him now. He was tall, had a muscular structure underneath his attire, and had a rather odd hair style. But most of all, the tail at his back was what drew her curiosity the most … even if it was drowning in her ire.
“ You. You’re under arrest by the authority vested in me by the Atlesian Military. Surrender now or you will be brought in for questioning by force if need be “
Needless to say, as she watched this stranger rub his chin with a grin, wiping away small traces of scarlet from his bottom lip, she was tempted to continue pummeling away at him for what he had done but she was trained to avoid such temptations … at least not without first offering a chance at a peaceful resolution.
“ You surprised me there. I didn’t think you to be capable of much on first glance. I came here in search of the fusion known as Vegito , the Saiyan God. That one had feigned ignorance, and worse so even had attempted to interfere. Care to lead me to him so I won’t have to waste my time warming up on you ? “
“ I take it then your statement is a clear refusal to submit to questioning peacefully ? “
MEANWHILE... BACK ON EARTH.
it’s been a few years since majin buu’s defeat. earth has LONG SINCE returned to normal and is now practically thriving. having been guarded by the SAVIOR OF THE UNIVERSE definitely has its perks, but that could be said by a lot of other planets as well! one by one, vegito has brought it upon himself to try and CLEANSE the universe from any more dire threats that could possibly appear. when a place was in grave enough danger, he’d be summoned to ultimately put a stop to it. though, really, he’s more of a REGULATOR at this point. ever since buu... no--- ever since he came into existence, nothing has really been a challenge for him.
but today was the day. today, FINALLY came his biggest challenge yet. today, he...
HE BECOMES A GRANDPARENT.
hearing of pan’s existence as an announcement from gohan and videl came of a sort of SURPRISE to him. hey, not like he didn’t expect it, it just... it feels ODD, calling himself a grandparent now. it’s weird to think that all this young child will grow up knowing of HIM, not his fusees before him. it was definitely a concept he was unaware of, but enough about him! he could only imagine what gohan is going through. gohan, chi-chi, goten, and mr. satan are waiting outside of the e.r., chi-chi trying her best to calm gohan’s nerves while my. satan is just as freaked out as him. goten is just looking around for something to do.
it reminds vegito of when he---- well, when GOKU had gone through the birthing process alongside chi-chi. of course, naturally clueless of the ways of childbirth and subject to chi-chi’s frustration of delivering a baby. and not to mention his--- VEGETA’S way of thinking and how he understood childbirth before bulma had explained to him how it went on earth. he wasn’t too concerned. videl was a STRONG WOMAN and he knew that she would be fine.
eventually, comfort for gohan led itself to comfort for mr. satan and chi-chi telling him that he needed to pull himself together for his daughter, etc etc etc. vegito wasn’t really paying any attention to it or the situation itself before gohan eventually made his way over to him. he’s still NERVOUS, as the fused saiyan can tell, but he’s not quite sure he can comfort his son in the ways that matter. vegito knew everything would be fine, so he wasn’t really sure what the problem was. before he could speak on the matter, gohan asks him a question:
“how did you react to me being born?”
❛ you mean how did GOKU react? ❜ even though they’re one in the same, vegito, himself, obviously wasn’t there for it. goku, however... ❛ he was ECSTATIC. when you came out with that tail? man, the thoughts in his head... he didn’t really know how to feel knowing you were gonna be born, but once you were here, it’s like everything was OKAY. he really did love you the second he laid eyes on you. ❜
there’s a brow that’s raised in the younger’s direction. gohan offers him a soft smile that is nothing else but genuine. it didn’t answer his piqued interest over the singular word.
“he DOES love me. you love me. i know you’re not him, but... he’s a part of you, y’know?”
❛ ... oh. ❜ perhaps it was STILL SOMEWHAT DIFFICULT for him to accept. gohan had invited him to attend pan’s birth, and rather being thrilled, he QUESTIONED it at first. he wasn’t really sure why he’d been invited, not truly being gohan’s father, but.. it.. it was nice to know that even through everything, gohan still saw him as a father figure. gohan still knew that he loved him. ❛ well, ❜ he folds his arms. ❛ besides that point, i know you’ll feel the same when you see pan. ❜
they exchange smiles before gohan walks back to aid in the calming of mr. satan. vegito leans against the wall and looks at the scene in front of him. he’s... yeah---
he’s LUCKY to have such a good family.
