LoopyPanda
Black Jacket
"Kayyyy," Berserk waved the two as they left, seemingly understanding of Cuki's wishes especially considering she wanted the bragging rights of fighting Ultraman solo. "Break a leg!"
"The resilience of a Saiyan body is certainly an entire league from a normal human's physiology... Must be thanks to their ability to consume ungodly quantities of food-- all those nutrients have to go somewhere," Bernkastel said to Zenta in agreement, before her eyebrows lifted in surprise hearing Gogeta give a word of thanks. Pulling her gaze away from his eyes, she gathered the bloodied cottonballs together in a small pile. "I-it's nothing-- it's not like we can leave you in this state. But it's a lot of work, so don't get yourself in trouble this badly again," Bern replied in her usual monotone voice while trying to be firm about it. Her tail moved around in a flustered fashion, however.
"I-I'll get us our food." Bernkastel excused herself as she disappeared into the kitchen, picking up her dish as her stomach growled loudly. She hadn't eaten anything all day, so the sight of mouthwatering food was welcome. As she stacked several porkchops and dished up a fried rice mountain for Gogeta, the Witch pondered to herself.
"Divine beings... are they simply revered gods?" She mumbled, before huffing quietly. "Gods... can be a real nuisance. Pledge your allegiance and they'll sully it as they please. I don't know if I'd prefer the old hag or that useless piece who gave me headaches with her crying 'auau' all the time. Either one would be more tolerable than that ingrate Voice," Bern muttered before leaving with both plates in her hands.
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"Since the city's in such bad shape, there's no way I can officially call it my turf yet! Not without getting made fun of by my sisters." Berserk stopped for a second to think about Zenta's question. "But I think I'd start by making the perfect hangout spots for people MY age. Which includes clearing out the lame places and remodeling them into street fightin' venues! I want my turf to be full of chaotic fun!" She babbled as she stuck bandaids all over Gogeta's body wherever an open wound could be found.
"It'll be my turf, but as long as nobody will try to take it, everyone can do what they want without annoying grown-ups telling us what to do. I'll have to think of more ideas though... live stream fights?" She turned to Lucifer. "Oh yeah! There's no way any of my guys could beat Mr. Gogeta going off of my data on him," Berserk shook her head as she frowned, looking rather bothered before standing up and taking a seat with her own plate of food. "It was that old guy with one arm who did it. Not out of discipline; every strike was aimed at a weakpoint of the body with killing intent. My sisters like to mouth off at me sometimes but I wouldn't go that far with putting them back in line," she said as her eyes narrowed with intensity.
"Tell me more about that guy, little man... is it true he's the leader?"
"The resilience of a Saiyan body is certainly an entire league from a normal human's physiology... Must be thanks to their ability to consume ungodly quantities of food-- all those nutrients have to go somewhere," Bernkastel said to Zenta in agreement, before her eyebrows lifted in surprise hearing Gogeta give a word of thanks. Pulling her gaze away from his eyes, she gathered the bloodied cottonballs together in a small pile. "I-it's nothing-- it's not like we can leave you in this state. But it's a lot of work, so don't get yourself in trouble this badly again," Bern replied in her usual monotone voice while trying to be firm about it. Her tail moved around in a flustered fashion, however.
"I-I'll get us our food." Bernkastel excused herself as she disappeared into the kitchen, picking up her dish as her stomach growled loudly. She hadn't eaten anything all day, so the sight of mouthwatering food was welcome. As she stacked several porkchops and dished up a fried rice mountain for Gogeta, the Witch pondered to herself.
"Divine beings... are they simply revered gods?" She mumbled, before huffing quietly. "Gods... can be a real nuisance. Pledge your allegiance and they'll sully it as they please. I don't know if I'd prefer the old hag or that useless piece who gave me headaches with her crying 'auau' all the time. Either one would be more tolerable than that ingrate Voice," Bern muttered before leaving with both plates in her hands.
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"Since the city's in such bad shape, there's no way I can officially call it my turf yet! Not without getting made fun of by my sisters." Berserk stopped for a second to think about Zenta's question. "But I think I'd start by making the perfect hangout spots for people MY age. Which includes clearing out the lame places and remodeling them into street fightin' venues! I want my turf to be full of chaotic fun!" She babbled as she stuck bandaids all over Gogeta's body wherever an open wound could be found.
"It'll be my turf, but as long as nobody will try to take it, everyone can do what they want without annoying grown-ups telling us what to do. I'll have to think of more ideas though... live stream fights?" She turned to Lucifer. "Oh yeah! There's no way any of my guys could beat Mr. Gogeta going off of my data on him," Berserk shook her head as she frowned, looking rather bothered before standing up and taking a seat with her own plate of food. "It was that old guy with one arm who did it. Not out of discipline; every strike was aimed at a weakpoint of the body with killing intent. My sisters like to mouth off at me sometimes but I wouldn't go that far with putting them back in line," she said as her eyes narrowed with intensity.
"Tell me more about that guy, little man... is it true he's the leader?"