Jul 28, 2024 11:30:12 GMT
Post by Sabia on Jul 28, 2024 11:30:12 GMT
Name - Sabia
Age - Twenty-three
Starting Planet - Vegeta
Race - Saiyan
Transformation Path - SSJ4
Racial Traits
Warrior's Pride
Zenkai
The Tail of a Saiyan
Items - One-Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style - Balanced
Faction - New Saiyan Empire
Sexuality - Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? ... She doesn't know either.
Appearance
Having inherited all the right genes, Sabia is a striking individual. She's tall, and slender, moving with rare to her race elegance... Still, there's this cold and almost hostile air around her. She likes to call it pride. It's not a mere guess that she's an unapproachable and untouchable lady, given her mannerisms and the frigid look hiding deep in her eyes. That's her charm or rather a curse, which both irks and draws people. With a height worth of 6', emphasized by her favorite 4-inch high-heeled boots, Sabia walks through life with her back straight and head raised.
Maybe she isn't a curvy type, but she's not devoid of feminine shapes either. She shows off her svelte frame with long shapely legs, a small waist, and slim arms and neck... And muscles typical for a gymnast rather than a regular Sayian warrior. She's fit, she's lithe - call her delicate and see what happened. Through rather orthodox training Sabia developed great balance and flexibility in her movements, having her every motion gracefully polished. She is in perfect control of every action of her body - because if she can't master her own mind and flesh, she's not better than any of those impulsive brutes.
When it comes to her face, Sabia has a special condition - Resting Bitch Face. There's this fair complexion and beautiful, sharp features, though something stands out among them... So she's always looking bored or impassive. Most of her facial features make Sabia unreadable exactly as she wants. Sometimes an ominous or cheeky smirk is a sign of trouble, or an arched brow means annoyance. Her black eyes possess that indifferent gaze that can easily turn into a chilling glare. This woman does not mind staring defiantly at anything and anyone. Her attitude and appearance radiate confidence, be it a simple glance or a gesture.
Genetics aside, she puts care into her appearance. A flattering, though uncommon haircut is one of those things. Sabia's nails are painted black, she has piercings in her ears and unusually, the fur on her tail is as dark as hair on her head. There are not many scars on her body - because she makes sure wounds heal properly without leaving any marks, it's not that hard... When it comes to clothes, she has a certain style, though that's for days when she's playing a civilian. Normally, she wears a black body suit with regular Saiyan armor, high-heeled boots, and fingerless gloves. Oh, and a black leather jacket on that.
Personality
Sabia is a loner - this statement does not do her justice. She's a person who prefers solitude and actively avoids any attention because she's so antisocial it bothers with misanthropy. Empathy isn't her thing. She's known for being cold, collected, and calm. Emotionless even... Cold Bitch. Ice Queen. She heard it all. She is a young lady with a composure level that seems inhuman at times, making many warriors doubt if she's only a low-class soldier. Or does she have any emotions at all? Can she even be a Saiyan if she doesn't get angry..? Many wonder about that, but it doesn't change the fact that Sabia has her pride. She certainly doesn't lack self-esteem or confidence - to the point when the thought of seeking approval from others makes her sick. In this world, it's useless to depend on one another, so she does everything on her own. By the end of the day, trust is such an unlucrative word, isn't it?
One main characteristic of hers is that she's pretty unreadable. Her mood is always hidden by her composed self. As such Sabia always gives off somewhat bored, pensive vibes with a look that says that the only feeling she has for the world to see is indifference. Attitude-wise, she isn't the most pleasant person to be around either. The most obvious thing is that she's... Mean. Cold and cheeky. Sarcasm and savagery are the poetry of her life, hand in hand with a tendency to be painfully honest. She swears an awful lot, she's witty, and sassy, with twisted humor on top. Of course, countless talks or punishments for insubordination haven't fixed a thing. Sabia throws insults around as easily as she breathes and rarely - if anything - she considers others' feelings. In contrast to her sophisticated, composed demeanor, she can be pretty passive-aggressive or openly aggressive if she's pissed enough.
As a fiercely independent young woman, she has her own opinions and her pride - but not a Saiyan one. Perhaps, that's exactly what makes her a weirdo on Vegeta. She refuses to be treated like cannon fodder simply because of her origin, she's not afraid of getting hurt or disrespected in the process. After all, she values the most her own opinion. Others be damned. Maybe the soft side of hers is that she won't rub the defeat into others' faces and despair at her own mistakes. She won't brag too much about her success nor would she belittle others' effort... At least not too much. Sabia herself says that she lacks compassion and patience for others, but she isn't devoid of emotions. The only difference there is, that she has complete control of her feelings, keeping them in check.
She does not hold fellow Saiyans in high regard. They are mindless brutes most of the time, masking their bloodlust with empty titles as honorable warriors. Her race and the whole system they made, is an evolutionary mistake... As a highly analytical and reasonable person, living on Vegeta is a nightmare. If a pure-blooded though low-ranked Saiyan values logic, knowledge, and quiet, would they get along with the majority of their race? No. Sabia finds her kin needlessly barbaric, fixated on only one definition of power, loud, obnoxious, and petty. And by the gods, some of them stink to high heavens...
History
Sabia's story, surprisingly or not, is a bit cliche. It's not like she's the only child born out of wedlock there is, right?
But first things first.
Her mother was and still is well-known throughout the whole planet Vegeta. Izuna the Annihilator. This lady from the noble family of Aonaqi was an exceptional woman. One of the best warriors from the Saiyan elite class, with excellent blood ties, polished skills, and pride to match. Oh, and that unparalleled beauty... No one doubted why she was also called the Star of high society. She wasn't a being of pure strength alone - showing initiative during her missions and no mercy in the heat of battles was another thing. It granted her quite the fame throughout Vegeta, gossip even said that the royal family was interested in her. People monitored Izuna's achievements closely, although... As it often is with people in high positions, they had expectations weighing on them.
The Aonaqi family paired their Star with a man from a similar background for mutual support and financial stability. After all, they needed political power and that was the most efficient way to secure it. Perhaps marriage wasn't something popular among the Saiyans altogether, but the elites dabbled in it for the sake of control and royal affairs. It wasn't anything unusual. It was something to be expected.
What wasn't anticipated at all, was that in the first year of this political union, Izuna said Fuck it - and proceeded to make what many people considered a scene. With the subtlety of a brick, she called her family trash, their political game filthy, and refused to have any connections with them in the future. To make matters worse, calmly she confessed to having an affair and carrying a child out of wedlock, shocking the Elite with her brazen attitude. Divorce happened the next day. She shamelessly settled down with her lover... In the village for that dirty and pathetic low-life class.
What a scandal that was... What an outrage. What. A. Mess.
Yet, Izuna didn't think twice. It wasn't only about something cheesy like finding her true love - but Shi'so undeniably was the one she felt most comfortable being with. A warrior of the lower class, yes. A cannon fodder who rose through the ranks thanks to his dedication and hard work, who was quite... And oddball. He was snarky and cold, self-sufficient in every way. A gloomy Saiyan with a very dark sense of humor. Though, he didn't have any expectations for her... He only asked, not demanded, if Izuna could stay with him. He wasn't soft-hearted and yet he wasn't keen on violence, putting to shame others with his level-headedness. A Saiyan who didn't jump into the fight right away, what a weirdo... He didn't shower Izuna with affection but he didn't treat her like a prize to be won or bought. Shi'so was standing there, on the side, while the rest of the Saiyans were wrestling in the death match to get the tiniest shred of recognition or power.
Perhaps that's why they matched so well. She finally found her freedom, a way out of the expectations. Izuna never complained about the downgrade her lifestyle had to suffer since she moved from the elite's place to the backwater village in the middle of the desert. Shi'so never once made her think that she made a mistake for doing so... And to the surprise of many, a nasty loner like him found someone willing to stick around - a partner. Izuna the Annihilator herself, to make matters more shocking... By the gods, he even fathered a child.
It was obvious from the start that an offspring born from the union of those unique - or abnormal - individuals, would create something equally horrible. Sabia was their first and only child. A daughter as beautiful as her mother and as sarcastic as her father... No, not exactly. Her features were more captivating than those of Izuna, and for sure she could be more savage with her words than Shi'so.
Perhaps she was more than they bargained for...
Since she was a little kid, Sabia has shown everyone very clearly how strong-willed and independent she was. A weird kid, nonetheless. She never sought anyone's approval, openly disliking people and refusing to listen to them if she didn't respect them. She was a quiet child with a piercing gaze who didn't hesitate to look adults in the eyes... And the only company she needed was her own, which easily attracted unwanted attention. There's not a better object for bullying than a silent kid with a complicated backstory, for example, the one called a bastard of the Aonaqi family. Because it's not like the story of Shi'so and Izuna was kept a secret... Everyone knew.
Getting in trouble was a norm for Sabia once she turned six - brats from all places loved picking fights and calling her names. Typical, right? Though it was unjust, she was far from being a damsel in distress. What's more, it was quickly proven that she was a damsel putting others in distress. The girl never once ran to her parents for help or to complain - she was taking care of everything herself, with her wit and fists. Oh, and when she had to, she was brutal, just cruel enough to send the message. Sparrings used for training elite kids were nothing compared to Sabia's trial of fire. A bunch of kids twice her age tried to do as much damage as possible to her in an unfair ambush... Either she learned how to fight or she didn't. Eyes and teeth were lost, but Sabia was the one who each time came back home singing - only with scratches and bruises.
As time passed, she was being picked on less and less, though when she was in her late teens it became a reoccurring event. So many Saiyans didn't fully understand the phrase to hit on someone, but Sabia helped them out, beating the meaning inside their heads - literally. She was a cold menace. Despite what other Saiyans said about her, Izuna and Shi'so were proud. They were supportive, obviously, but they weren't affectionate types - showing their care in many other ways. Izuna told her all about the universe and other races, while her father would frequently question Sabia about various tactics and moral dilemmas. She was trained in battle as well, and anyone who the Annihilator taught personally couldn't be a weakling. She could do so much... It would be expected for her to join the military at any point, but Sabia didn't. Instead, she preferred to read - Shi'so taught her various languages and she used it to get her hands on multiple pieces of literature. Funny, wasn't it? A bookworm Saiyaness.
Fame was something that Sabia never held in high regard, trying to find another calling - but on this cursed planet, it seemed impossible. Her race, in her eyes, was revolting and she didn't find it surprising that they were commonly called monkeys and savages around the universe. Maybe her ambitions weren't the greatest, but she wanted to be left alone. Quiet. That's all she wanted. Sabia valued her privacy and peace and as simple as it sounded, she wished only to be away from this bloodthirsty lot.
The life of their family was, for the most part, peaceful, albeit modest. A humble but clean and modern house for their trio was satisfying enough. None of them looked for more than they needed... But life isn't always so boring and peaceful, isn't it?
The Aonaqi family was something that complicated everything. They still were out there, a noble and respected house, scorched by the disgrace of their most promising member. Petty little bastards. Izuna cut all contact with her family, including her titles, connections, social standing, and everything that mattered, yet it wasn't enough. Of course, it wouldn't be. One could not so easily run away from the Elites and they were weirdly stubborn about her keeping the status... Like Izuna living as a low-class warrior all this time was just a phase.
They liked to show off their influence. Rub into their face, that they still were in control. Petty, condemning, and close-minded family like the Aonaqi still somehow had enough power to make their lives difficult. They were Elites so they could do everything... For example, Shi'so was doing exceptionally well among low-ranked warriors. He was easy to be around, never complained, and was respectful enough without licking anyone's shoes. He was well-known for being responsible and effective, his calm approach saved his fellow warriors on Namek or Cereal many, many times. It should be obvious that he had enough skill to do much more... Yet, reputation and praise from higher-ups couldn't help when his promotion was delayed again and all under pathetic excuses. As if the childish pride of Aonaqi was worth more than possible achievements on the battlefield.
When it came to Izuna, her fame dropped, though her power did not. Elites were exceptionally bitter about her story, but instead, she gained popularity among other people, especially those from rural parts of Vegeta. After all, she was still Izuna the Annihilator, a reason for many Namekian and Cealerian nightmares - now willingly staying among the lowest of the low. Supervisors of the army had quite the ordeal - how should they treat her now? Every assignment, task, and battle, she did everything with outstanding results - though too many times she was appointed to missions below her caliber. It was as if someone was meddling... Once or twice, she was sent to a battle so violent, that her partner and daughter were aware that she could not come back at all - though she did. During the victory parade, Izuna would elegantly wave her middle finger toward the representatives of the Aonaqi family, which didn't make things better, but felt just right. Shi'so would smirk and Sabia would sigh, but that was how things were.
Until... Five years ago Izuna was sent to check on a scouting unit boarded on a faraway planet by the other side of the galaxy. It was one of those missions she seemed overqualified for and that was the idea... No one expected an ambush. PTO was prepared, Saiyan army was not. The battle in Sector 07GH lasted for days, and was so severe it shook the whole Empire. The enemy used Saiyan ships to board and infiltrate other units. Many lives were lost and reinforcements couldn't reach them in time... Turned out, that PTO had found valuable resources in that Sector, and they were trying to claim everything for themselves. New weapons were used, unhonorable tactics deployed, and they overwhelmed them in numbers - there would be a lot of excuses if Sayians had lost. Though they didn't, they didn't win either.
... It was all because of Sabia's mother. Izuna fought with all her might and thanks to her the loss to the Empire was minimized as much as it was possible. Although, she didn't come out of that battle without a scratch.
In fact, she came back to Vegeta plugged into the life support systems. Her body was badly burned, she had lost both her left arm and leg to the series of explosions... And there was still an unknown toxin in her bloodstream that no technology of Empire could identify or extract. Because of Izuna's heroic actions, she couldn't simply be left like that. She was taken into the Medical Units to be treated and looked after. All the burns healed quickly, and although nothing could have regenerated lost limbs, they granted her a pair of robotic prosthetics of the highest quality. Yet there was an issue of the poison that was still weakening her from the inside... The scientists and doctors were rushing their research, but even with all they had, they could only elevate symptoms and keep the toxin at bay.
Everything pointed out to the PTO using some kind of experimental toxin. What was that drug, Saiyan Army simply lacked information - but it was something which has turned Sabia's family lives upside down.
There were better or worse days. Izuna quickly got back on her feet only to start coughing blood after a light sparring session... It took a month for her to recover and when she was getting better, the whole situation repeated itself. The algorithm became clear very fast. The more she pushed herself to do anything straining, the harder would the toxin bounce back, leaving her gasping for air. Sabia's mother's life was now divided into episodes of better health, when she could move around freely, advise inexperienced fighters, and tutor them on occasions, offering mentorship when it was needed... And times of worse health, when she was bedridden, plugged into machines, and on the mercy of medicine that was keeping her alive. Of course, she stayed at home then. Izuna refused to be kept in the hospital all the time and Shi'so also took offense, asking doctors if they suspected him of not being able to properly take care of his women.
Sabia watched her father take care of Izuna during the times when her condition worsened. Ill-work, yes... There was not a word of complaint, only devotion and, given his personality, some snarky comments. Shi'so did exactly the thing he promised her mother, he stayed by her side. It was then Sabia realized how deep was her parents' respect for each other. Love, perhaps that too. But those two were still fiercely loyal to one another... In health and sickness. Even when one of them was immobilized and bedridden, the other was right there.
Their lives changed. Of course, none of Sabia's parents expected her to do anything - or rather, they weren't going to force her to take any action. It was their problem, not hers... But she couldn't stay idle. Maybe she lacked emotions but she still had heart, damn it. And a grudge too.
At the tender age of nineteen, Sabia joined the military. The Saiyan New Empire Army was something else... There was no way that her mixed heritage would give her anything else than a reason for others to bully, so of course Sabia started from rock bottom.
Through the years, she was climbing the ladder of ranks patiently - but something wasn't adding up. Sabia signed up for Saiyan Intelligence Corps, starting as a private. Her reasoning behind this decision was clear, she didn't want to be grouped with apes who were only focusing on punching things. She was going to do more than that... And there was no doubt that she was skilled. Sabia did what was expected of her. A calm, chilling voice of reason always belonged to her, no matter if she had to move as a part of the squad or was granted a solo mission. She was sure to read all the reports, prepare accordingly, and gather all the information regarding her next assignment. In the right circumstances, Sabia was sent to faraway planets alone, gathering intel for her race's cause and she always came back with satisfying results. Perhaps many of those outings weren't very demanding... Almost as if her abilities were underestimated. Nothing she could do about it though.
At first, after she joined the ranks, she was attracting attention. People were coming to pick a fight with her, to check what she was made of... They said that the daughter of Izuna the Annihilator turned out to be such a disappointment. She was a brat out of wedlock, low of the lowest. The bastard child of the Aonaqi family.
Not like their words had any meaning.
The life of a soldier wasn't pleasant. Sabia was talented, undeniably... So it wasn't adding up. Her promotions were delayed over and over again. The new equipment assigned to her as a reward for efficiency was either old or broken. The living quarters that she had right to after her first missions, turned out to be a mockingly narrow apartment in the worst place possible. Oddly enough, the reports she made ended up missing or rewritten in a very crude manner. And there were still people picking fights with her, over the stupidest reasons or for no reason altogether, as if someone was encouraging them to mess with her specifically.
Nothing could reassure Sabia more than knowing that her so-called family was out there, sabotaging her every achievement out of spite.
Like she did when she was a kid, Sabia used her wit and fists to resolve that. Of course, one low-ranking warrior didn't stand a chance against the whole Aonaqi noble family... So, as simple as it was, Sabia kept doing what she was doing all this time. The pettiness of her maternal family wasn't nearly enough to irk her, if anything, it was a good driving force - she too could do many things out of spite.
They say that a good warrior doesn't have anything to prove, but Sabia wanted to be difficult and rub salt into the wounds of those waiting for her failure. She started exceeding expectations almost overnight. People couldn't turn a blind eye anymore to her achievements, especially when, like her father, she quickly gained the reputation of being a reliable and level-headed warrior... Though a bitchy one, with a sharp tongue and chilling temper. A difficult soldier. She couldn't be ignored completely anymore, but it wasn't ideal either. Thus, Sabia was in this awkward position in the Army, from one side hindered by a certain elite family, on another praised by supervisors. With the rank of a Specialist, she was treated like a mere private by others - while simultaneously she was expected to handle work typically assigned for higher ranks. What a fucking mess... If she knew that being in the Saiyan Army would be that chaotic, she'd think of other ways of gathering information.
The Aonaqi house could meddle with her only that much. They still were able to make her life difficult, but after four years, Sabia knew a lot and there was little that could surprise her.
Nothing would make her give up looking for any details about the Ambush in Sector 07GH from five years ago.
Techniques
[ST1] Ki Sensing - Allows Sabia to sense the energy signatures of every living being on the same planet she's on. With some focus, she's able to recognize their type, race, and power level. Nothing more, nothing less.
[ST1] Flight - She's able to use her Ki to soar in the skies.
[ST1] Oozaru Mastery - After many trainings she can easily control her Oozaru form, not giving in to the savage and primal instincts of an ape. Though, it's still gross.
[ST1] Tail Mastery - It's logical that she would relentlessly train her tail to get rid of the only weak point she has.
[OT1] Rapid Shots - A cascade of fast, small energy bullets runs toward her opponent, dashing through the air in a zigzag pattern.
[DT1] Sidestep - Sabia smoothly avoids her opponent's attack by moving out of the way. It literally looks like she nonchalantly avoids the hit at the last possible moment. It's like dodging, though it requires more finesse and precise timing to get the right outcome.
Roleplay Sample
It was a well-known fact that the soldiers fighting for the glory of the New Saiyan Empire had nothing better to do in their lives than just that. So, obviously, they didn't need anything else. Like a day off. Who heard of that, warriors having private matters... Imagine her surprise, when during an unusual turn of events Sabia was granted a couple of days away from the Capital. And right after she requested it. What are the odds? With a cold suspicion, she checked the note she got, yet nothing was out of place. Perhaps it had something to do with the whole squadron of enemies that recently blew up - it seemed that people just wouldn't shut up about it. It was annoying, to say the least, but if thanks to this she could come home for a bit, she couldn't care less. For now, Sabia packed her bag and flew towards the region for the lower class before anyone would doubt if giving her a small holiday was a good idea.
Her home village wasn't anything special. An unnamed spot on the map, one of hundreds in the area. A place full of civilians, a handful of warriors was there too, scattered among small houses creating a community away from the Vegeta's strongholds. The buildings were a little uneven - a typical Saiyan architecture that wasn't exactly typical in any way, looking more like a construction glued together by mismatched parts from different planets.
Well, home, sweet home.
Sabia landed swiftly, walking towards the building on the far north of the village. A pair of familiar signatures were inside, waiting. She pushed the door open, entering her parents' home.
The main room was remade into an infirmary of sorts. For a couple of years now it looked like this, though no one could accuse her family of being untidy while that hospital machinery was here. Through the use of curtains, a bed was separated from the rest of the room. That created a more private area on the side, surrounded by medical equipment and various mobility aids standing by the wall. Everything was neatly in its place... And the other side was like any other household. Saiyans weren't exactly fond of trinkets but Izuna refused to have bare walls in her home, so it was... Pleasant. She put the decor up herself. Her collection of skulls sadly perished with time but she was actively looking for a new hobby, so beast skins were adorning the place for now.
Shi'so was sitting on the chair by her mother's bed. Her father was a tall man, with shoulder-length spikey hair tied back above his neck. The experience he gained on battlefields gave him many scars, a knowing look in his eyes, and a bit of attitude... But by any means, he wasn't a looker. That was the main reason why he always said that it was a blessing that Sabia got his personality and her mother's beauty. The other way around, now that would be a disaster... He barely turned his head when he heard the door opening, but their eyes met instantly.
"Here you are," her father's voice was tepid as usual, though his gaze softened slightly when he looked at Sabia. A warrior quietly sitting on a chair, worn out and yet still full of resolve. The melancholic air around him couldn't mask the sense of wariness weaved into his personality. It was said that this was a part of his charisma... Was he cautious of others or life itself? Once again it has been months since she saw Shi'so last time. New wrinkles burrowed their way through his forehead but he was as calm as ever. "Right on time," his lips curled into a faint smile. "You almost had me thinking my child has ditched my request, bringing our family to shame. Then again, that should be running in your blood." A familiar spark lit up his black eyes when he joked with his emotionless tone.
"I swear to uphold my family's tradition some other time," Sabia replied solemnly without missing a beat. It felt like home if she could call this place as such. She put her bag on the table nearby and hung a black leather jacket over the chair's backrest. "Yet there's a hole in this plan. To divorce my husband I first need to get one and that's not going to happen anytime soon."
"Tch," contrary to her partner, Izuna clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes as the only commentary. One-third of her attractive face was smeared with scars caused by old burns, but the rest looked as beautiful as ever. Sabia could tell from the frown and the attentive look given her, that it was all about the latest mission she had. The old man was such a tattletale... However, her mother was looking better. A recent episode has left her weakened for quite some time, but she was recovering fast. Her complexion wasn't that pale either. With her back laying against pillows she was half-sitting on the bed, not taking her eyes from Sabia. The bag of IV fluids was hung above her, tubes connected to her bloodstream through the needles. The machinery next to them was humming gently.
"Is there a problem, old hag?" Sabia tilted her head as she sat on the bed next to Izuna. Her mother scoffed but her daughter hadn't finished yet. "I thought you would be thrilled to hear that I consider you my role model."
"When I was your age most of my sentences started with Listen you fuckface, so you have already greatly disappointed me, child," the woman gave her a side eye, though there was a brazen smile lightly curling her lips. "You use far less profanities than I did. Shame."
"They are not profanities in our case, but a fact," Sabia replied coldly. Gracefully she gestured at her facial features and then at her mother. The scars couldn't take away everything Izuna had and despite all, she still was considered a beauty. "Compared to ours, others' faces are clearly fucked up." Sabia clicked her tongue in a tone suggesting that it was truly a shame, yes.
Shi'so started chuckling and shook his head. To anyone outside it would seem like the whole family was waging a passive-aggressive war among each other. Truth be told, they all had quite a twisted sense of humor.
"Alright, my stunning ladies," he got up from the chair, stretching. His armor must have been recently replaced, as this one was new and properly polished. A fresh pair of gloves and shoes were also there - seemed that her mother finally made this stubborn mule buy himself some proper equipment. "I will be on my way." He picked up his travel bag, the one that was older than Sabia. "I know you both are completely devastated by my departure, but the planet Lo won't conquer itself." He leaned above the bed to lock lips with the woman lying there.
"Finally," Izuna kissed him back, her scoff turning into a caring smirk when he moved away. "How can we have some quality girls' night when your insufferable ass is still here?" She said, her expression a perfect mix of fondness and amusement.
"I'll get you two nice souvenirs," he nodded toward Sabia and in a theatrical gesture waved them goodbye while standing in the open door. "Don't cry too much."
"We won't," his daughter waved back as he closed the entrance. She could sense Shi'so departure, as he took off and soared in the direction of the nearest port. His next mission was supposed to last three days... That's why Sabia was here, in his stead. Izuna was doing better but it would be too risky to have no one by her side - and she refused to go to hospitals, as always. Why were both of her parents so stubborn... Not that she didn't get it.
When it was clear that her father wasn't around, she laid down on the covers next to Izuna, closing her eyes with another heavy sigh.
It was peaceful here... Maybe a little too peaceful.
It was horrible to get used to the beeping sound of all the machines here and at one point find their sounds comforting. The beeping noise was a crooked lullaby. The scent of medicine filled the air, one of bitter pills and antiseptic liquid used to sanitize the needles. Sabia's mind dusted off her memories, thinking back to that day when they first decided to adjust their home to Izuna's needs. They had enough money given to them as honorary funds for the hero's treatment, and yet with every week it seemed to melt away. Sometimes they were able to save some - another day they were painfully reminded why they were living in one of the poorest regions. With the three of them working - almost three of them - the situation wasn't as bad, though constantly worrying about the future was not an easy thing.
She liked how quiet it was here. The middle of nowhere, only the sound of wind outside. Living quarters for the low-class soldiers were nothing like that, constantly buzzing with life... Seriously, they were so unapologeticly loud, that Sabia had left many times to stay the night in the desert. At first, she made sure to break their teeth but the fair of idiots never ends, so wilderness was a better choice.
"... You lost weight," Izuna scoffed again.
Sabia opened one eye, glancing at her mother. Her voice brought her back to reality and she was met with the sight of not a warrior's face, not a captivating woman's eyes... But a concerned parent masking their worries with a harsh tone.
"It's a new diet."
"Is it?"
"Yes, I can survive on coffee and spite alone," Sabia smirked. "I thought you knew."
Izuna chuckled but right away the amused sound turned into something else. She started coughing, curling toward the other side, away from her daughter. Sabia still could see the stain of blood marking the paper tissue she used to wipe her mouth. They both were aware that she saw it... They both knew that she was pretending not to. Saiyans and compassion, well, they were like water and oil.
A long moment of comfortable silence passed between them. It was getting dark outside and the weariness of the last weeks started to weigh on Sabia's shoulders.
"Sleep," Izuna pulled out one of the pillows from behind her, pushing it closer to Sabia. The bed was enough for three people and her daughter had her own room just down the corridor... Though at times like this, she had to stay vigilant nearby and they both knew why. "One of those days I should have a word with your current supervisors," the robotic fingers clicked a little when she pulled a blanket over Sabia. "You should rest as much as possible before they call you back. I assume that causing an explosion to the whole PTO squadron wasn't the easiest job, was it?"
"It would be if only those morons could read," Sabia nonchalantly covered a yawn with the back of her hand. She wasn't surprised that her mother knew who was behind it. It was because Shi'so despite his cool attitude loved to brag about his daughter... The secret was in the reported malfunction of their ships, which Sabia used to her advantage. Still in the face of this tactical win, some accused her of not doing things the Saiyan way - it simply wasn't bloody and savage enough.
"And who was granted the honor of taking your achievement as their own?" ... Huh. Something in Izuna's tone reminded Sabia why her mother was called the Annihilator for so long.
"Don't know. Don't care," she turned on her side, away from her mother, pulling the pillow under her head. People messing with her feats were getting a pass, just this time. "At least it bought me a couple of days off." Sabia hid another yawn in the palm of her hand, closing her eyes.
There was no point in emphasizing why her presence here was crucial, now when Shi'so was away and the warrior lying next to her was plugged into three different kinds of medical equipment.
"... I see," was all Izuna said after a long moment, falling silent soon after.
It was quiet when they both drifted to sleep.
The silence stayed with them until morning, and not even the hum of medical equipment bothered their rest.