"Well, you two are still young. She has every right to chose her own path." Harp replied as they flew around a building turning down another street. "And you know she wasn't happy in the Patrol. Here she can live a life that has meaning to her, on her terms."
"I know... just..."
"I know, brothers are supposed to look out for their family. I know this better then most. But sometimes you have to make the right choice. It's not like this will be the last you see of her." The green alien stopped in the air.
"She attacked my pride." He looked away.
Harp let out a sigh, "How many times do I have to tell you two? Pride and arrogance will only get you killed. Remember when I first met you two?" He asked.
"You mean when you spent an hour kicking our asses on that planet we had been sent to clear out?" Nakono asked. "I still have the scars from that day."
"What was your biggest mistake?" Harp asked.
"Thinking that there wasn't anyone that could beat the Saiyans." The Saiyan boy said.
He nodded, "And you grew from that day, let her grow from this, she is your sister after all. You have to let her follow her own path."
Chapter 101: School Festival Plans
I sat on the couch with Astero and Kalna writing out a script for the ceremony as the rest of the class discussed what to do for the school festival. "So Fumy is the official leader of the 'Hero Saiyans' until Ka'ne is of age?" Kalna asked.
"Well I am the lead one because I have the best reputation with the people of earth." I said, "And for that last time, don't call me Fumy." I glared at her.
"I certainly don't want that responsibility. And besides I am by far the least trusted of us." Astero said as he marked out my spelling mistakes. "How can you be this bad at writing? It's barely readable. And yes Hero Saiyans is a dumb name."
"Then you come up with a better one." I huffed.
"Just call us Saiyans. It'll make it easier on everyone." He quickly wrote out a new script. "Here."
I took the sheet of paper, "I, Fuma, have been chosen to speak on behalf of my fellow Saiyan Brethren here today. I know that it has been a shock for many the world over that there is life among the stars for this world. That it has even arrived on your doorstep... Blah blah."
Thwack!
"OW!" I held my head where he hit me with a ruler. "What was that for?"
"Read it properly, this is important for all of our futures. This is something you have to take seriously." He scolded me.
"I am, it's just so formal and forced." I complained.
"That's politics for you." he crossed his arms. "Now from where you left off.
Throughout all of that, Kalna was hiding a laugh behind her hand. I just rolled my eyes. "That it has even arrived on your doorstep. We seek a new home to have a second chance after our home planet was destroyed. While Planet Vegeta was vastly different for Earth the future of the Saiyans will have to begin somewhere. And as our bloodlines mix with Humanity, we hope to build a solid foundation for our races' future together in these first few years.
"While it is true that the Saiyans were as a whole a evil people." I stopped. "We should change that."
"How about a warlike people?" Kalna said.
"Yes, that'll work." Astero said as he crossed that out.
"While it is true that the Saiyans were as a whole a warlike people, we gathered here have no such drive. I arrived on this world alone, and the first hero I met offered to help me. And the friends that I have made since arriving here have shown me a new path, one of light, love and peace. I am no All Might. After the sports Festival that much was clear to me. I wasn't even a Saiyan warrior when I arrived, serving meals in my village's tavern with my mother at night and working the fields with my father during the day." I took a deep breath. "My father taught me to never cause suffering if I was ever to join the warrior class, to cause as little harm as I could. He hated having to serve the royal family in their barbaric conquest. But I choose a path that pushes his lesson to it's ideal. To never let suffering come to others. Saiyans were a warlike, but we hope the future for both our people is peaceful. A new age for the Earth of growth and prosperity."
The league of Villains sat in a safe house. "So let me get this straight? You are going to be out of the fight, because you couldn't keep you hands to yourself with your boss?" Shigaraki glared through the fingers of the hand on his face. "And Gigantomachia is still missing with Korugiri looking for him so right now our only heavy hitter is Dabi."
"Look, this will most likely be the last pure blooded Saiyan to be born, I take pride in that I hold the last pure blood child of Planet Vegeta. Besides you have the Nomus at your command." Romne stood opposite the rest of the league.
"Nomus… yes." Shigaraki's evil smile peeked out from under the mask. "Say didn't you three Saiyans give the good doctor some blood for in case you ever got hurt?"
"Well, yes. Your worlds medical capacities' is nothing... no... no you can't." She backed up.
"Look as it... rebuilding your kind from some genetic samples. With a few... modifications." The rest of the league caught on to the villains idea.
"That's horrible. Great plan boss." Twice contradicted himself.
"It will give us the boost we need." Mr. Compress rolled a blue marble in robotic arm, a disembodied arm barely visible inside the glassy surface.
"I can't let you do this!" She powered up, but Dabi cut in.
"Now, now. You don't want the one that killed your teammate finding you, and you don't want to stress yourself, bad for children I hear." He stood up tall as the red aura around her faded.
Her clenched fists slowly opened. "You'll defile my people's blood... for your own gain..."
Then Spinner spoke up. "I'm with her, it isn't what Stain would do."
Shigaraki visibly twitched at the lizardman's words. "You see, somethings have to be done. If we are to purge the fake heroes from this world, we need an army."
Ohkay… that took a turn for the worst.