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As Morathol was about to snap back at Coldess, he caught wind of the vague threat by Krillen. This man doesn't seem like the kind to be trifled with, especially after losing a close friend to another one of his kind. The most that Morathol could do was oblige. "Fine. But you..." He pointed to Coldess. "And you" He pointed to Matoh. "We aren't done here."
With a huff he folded his arms and let himself simmer instead of allowing himself to be drug any deeper socially. However, he knew Coldess was right. If there was one thing that he could remember about the Frieza Force, it was that there was a time bomb of Saiyans about to go off, eventually leading to Frieza himself showing up.
This didn't seem good, but Morathol never really saw Frieza or his conquering methods himself, he had only heard of stories from his comrades in arms and from those who were forced into servitude from the planets that were overtaken. However, if what Coldess says is true, they were in for a little welcome party within the year. Hopefully Frieza would lose interest. After all, nothing really seemed out of the ordinary about this planet.
Except, of course, the lab.
Wait....oh no.
The lab could have been reason enough for frieza to have interest in this planet, what with it containing experiments that could have stopped something of Zero's power, and was close enough to this city that the earthlings supposedly resided in. As they approached it, he could only imagine what someone of Frieza's power could do to a city like this. The thoughts, however, were quickly drowned out by the hustle and bustle of city life, people all over going about their ways.
Morathol stared in awe. He had never seen this many people in one place before! Well, he had, but they were training or sleeping or eating. Never just, minding their own. Shops, tall buildings, and other vehicles made their way around them. It almost excited him!
However, it also gave him a short headache. These creatures had barely any Ki levels to them, but the sheer amount of them put a small amount of pressure on his temples. Even stranger, he couldn't turn it off. Maybe it was something that he had to learn how to do? Slowly, his vision started to go dark again, similar to what happened back at the fight with Zero. He still didn't understand it, but he couldn't pass out now. No way in hell would he be the damsel in distress now. His vision came back as he heard Mandolin and Susei speak up against Coldess, which caused him to give a small chuckle and Susei a small pat on the hilt again.
Shaking the thought from his head, the Vehicle of Questionable Visuals (or VQV for short) soon arrived at a noticeably larger building than the others around them. Landing on his feet, Morathol placed his hands behind his head and had to look up at the building. "Nice place ya got here. Wait, did you say we get our own rooms?" He asked, overhearing their hostess announce their arrival to this supposed father figure. "I don't uh, do rooms really. I more or less had a pod back home I slept in everyone once in a while." He chuckled lightly. Finally looking over, he saw the wild looking man that Bulma was talking to.
"Er, I take it you are 'Dad'" Morathol said with a smile, and with a wave, gave out a chipper "Hi Dad! I'm Morathol!"
"Yes, I am purple. No, I am not contagious." He also spoke out with a smile.
As Morathol was about to snap back at Coldess, he caught wind of the vague threat by Krillen. This man doesn't seem like the kind to be trifled with, especially after losing a close friend to another one of his kind. The most that Morathol could do was oblige. "Fine. But you..." He pointed to Coldess. "And you" He pointed to Matoh. "We aren't done here."
With a huff he folded his arms and let himself simmer instead of allowing himself to be drug any deeper socially. However, he knew Coldess was right. If there was one thing that he could remember about the Frieza Force, it was that there was a time bomb of Saiyans about to go off, eventually leading to Frieza himself showing up.
This didn't seem good, but Morathol never really saw Frieza or his conquering methods himself, he had only heard of stories from his comrades in arms and from those who were forced into servitude from the planets that were overtaken. However, if what Coldess says is true, they were in for a little welcome party within the year. Hopefully Frieza would lose interest. After all, nothing really seemed out of the ordinary about this planet.
Except, of course, the lab.
Wait....oh no.
The lab could have been reason enough for frieza to have interest in this planet, what with it containing experiments that could have stopped something of Zero's power, and was close enough to this city that the earthlings supposedly resided in. As they approached it, he could only imagine what someone of Frieza's power could do to a city like this. The thoughts, however, were quickly drowned out by the hustle and bustle of city life, people all over going about their ways.
Morathol stared in awe. He had never seen this many people in one place before! Well, he had, but they were training or sleeping or eating. Never just, minding their own. Shops, tall buildings, and other vehicles made their way around them. It almost excited him!
However, it also gave him a short headache. These creatures had barely any Ki levels to them, but the sheer amount of them put a small amount of pressure on his temples. Even stranger, he couldn't turn it off. Maybe it was something that he had to learn how to do? Slowly, his vision started to go dark again, similar to what happened back at the fight with Zero. He still didn't understand it, but he couldn't pass out now. No way in hell would he be the damsel in distress now. His vision came back as he heard Mandolin and Susei speak up against Coldess, which caused him to give a small chuckle and Susei a small pat on the hilt again.
Shaking the thought from his head, the Vehicle of Questionable Visuals (or VQV for short) soon arrived at a noticeably larger building than the others around them. Landing on his feet, Morathol placed his hands behind his head and had to look up at the building. "Nice place ya got here. Wait, did you say we get our own rooms?" He asked, overhearing their hostess announce their arrival to this supposed father figure. "I don't uh, do rooms really. I more or less had a pod back home I slept in everyone once in a while." He chuckled lightly. Finally looking over, he saw the wild looking man that Bulma was talking to.
"Er, I take it you are 'Dad'" Morathol said with a smile, and with a wave, gave out a chipper "Hi Dad! I'm Morathol!"
"Yes, I am purple. No, I am not contagious." He also spoke out with a smile.