Visiting the neighbourhood (Invite)

Triton sighed heavily as he stretched, making his way back into Tsuno’s Village after spending a few too many hours out in the plains training himself. The Half Saiyan had been going at things much harder recently, ever since meeting up with Hikaru and all, and had been trying his best to push his limits at every turn. Feeling out his energy as he walked, he again felt that familiar wall inside himself that he couldn’t breach. It frustrated him to no end that his strength was so limited when he knew he was far more capable than he could show.

As he pondered over these thoughts and tried to relax his body, the sore ache spread through his muscles, the heavy weight of his training gi keeping him working all hours of the day. It was then that something he hadn’t recognized at first struck his senses like a truck. He stopped and looked about in confusion for more than a moment as he discerned what it was. The aroma made his stomach twist in a painful knot of pure hunger, and he could already feel himself salivating. That was the problem with being half Saiyan, Triton discovered early on in life. The hunger that accompanied exertion.

There was no mistaking it. That smell was the smell of meat cooking. He thought at first that he was losing his mind, as there was no one in sight but the green skinned Namekians he had grown accustomed to. But then he saw smoke swirling into the air not too far away, and as he moved toward it the smell only grew more intoxicating.

Once Triton had arrived at the source of this agonizingly delicious scent, he found that his nose had not mislead him. Sitting there, carefully tending to a rather large and beautiful hunk of meat was a man, a human man, who looked to be some sort of monk. It made sense that an enlightened type would be here with the Namekians, but surely the Half Saiyan would have seen him previously if he’d been here recently. Or rather, he likely would have sniffed him out first. He approached the man cautiously, not wanting to intrude but unable to resist the temptation of fresh food.

“Excuse me, sir. I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before, but I couldn’t help noticing that huge roast you got going there.” Triton swallowed before continuing to speak. “You wouldn’t happen to mind sharing a bite or two of that with me would ya? It’s been a while since I’ve had meat that fresh.” Triton wondered if the man was as impressive a warrior as his physique let on, but that would be addressed after his first, and most important, question was answered.

WC: 462

PL: 18,501

Wearing Heavy Weights

PL w/ Weights : 4,625