Into the woods and through the trees...

[Razburi Puffe]

If she were to be stranded on an alien world, then she had every intention of doing so in some style.

A few miles into the forest, obscured from sight and hidden away outside the large town of Yahhoi sat a sizable capsule house which was camouflaged nicely with natural coverage. With the way she terrorized the neighboring town's shops now and then, it was ill advised to let the house be easy to find. It wasn't an old house by any means, she had swiped a classy upgrade just a few years ago. Every bit of furniture, every utensil, everything that she had, she stole. What did she need a job and money for if she could take it?

One of the few, possibly even the last as far as she was aware, Tuffles who remained sat at her kitchen table. She had a five inch straight hemostat in hand which she was using to work on her nearly ancient scouter. The small device had seen more near miss fatalities then she cared for. Steadily, over the years, she had managed to save it though, the setting she had installed for immediate and instant shut down prior to an explosive overheating had done wonders. She found it curious, uncertain of what the immense power spikes were that seemed about ready to make it blow. They were annoying but it didn't feel like they would stop at any point in time.

'It's odd though. It doesn't initially pick up these powers, they just erupt out of no where. It's like the people that they're coming from hide them in reserve, then just explode.' Razburi huffed, rubbing her chin. She had a proto-type in the works, what she dotingly referred to as an omni-scouter. It was uncertain whether it would withstand the energies of the colossal power-ups. At least human technology was steadily coming along and easy to work and manipulate. She would figure something out.

'This planet really is dull if all I can think of to do is tinker with something like this...' Perhaps it was boredom. Or maybe it had been because she had never quite let go. Even after twenty-two years, she still thought about that day with a bad taste in her mouth. They had gone a long way, and now he was just plain gone. She frowned down at the scouter. "Big dumb monkey..."

Her thoughts wandered to Tomana. She had never been entirely divulgent about her father or what they did prior to arriving on Earth. Hell, she had never really sat down to explain the full extent of her heritage. The Tuffle woman wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because her daughter had the attention span of a gnat. It couldn't be a fear of her resentment, even her daughter went along for little raids on Yahhoi now and then. Of course, planetary conquering and petty theft were very different.

Heaving a sigh, she finished adjusting the wires before closing the side of the ear device and placed it on once she set the hemostat down. Half of her vision was obscured in a rosy pink color and as she pushed the button on the side, numerical digits and a variety of symbols flashed over the miniature screen. The hyperactive girl was close by, though she wondered if she hadn't passed out where she was once again.

The narcolepsy that Tomana had, she wasn't sure where the hell she got it. Her father certainly never did something so outlandish. Razburi admitted, she was one hell of a sleeper but still...The Tuffle attributed it to the possibility that due to the girl's energy and how much she expended, it caught up to her somehow and caught up hard. The blue haired woman also speculated that maybe it had to do with her heritage. She had given up on fretting over the condition a while back. Besides, Tomana needed to rest once in a while and she needed the occasional break anyway.

[Tomana-Mana]

While Razburi was deep in thought about the mysterious power levels, her former lover, and her daughter, all very serious matters, Tomana herself was off in la-la land.

The child-like woman lay on the ground, brown eyes unblinking as she gazed up through the foliage, in a patch of sunlight that had broken through the branches and leaves. Her arms were flung to either side, and her tail was stretched out, as if soaking up the sun herself.

A butterfly landed on her nose, and she went cross-eyed, her mouth opening in an 'O' of surprise as she stared at it. It fluttered on her nose, brushing wings against her cheek before flying into the air as a chime sounded through the air.

A giggle escaped Tomana before she brought her arms around, pushing off the ground and launching into a backflip to land on her feet, tail outstretched. Giggling again, she spun around on one foot before spreading her arms wide like a plane and dashing across the grass, swerving erratically.

The kid halfbreed was clad in a pair of grey shorts that were connected to a pair of black suspenders that looped over a yellow tanktop that left her midriff bare. Her feet were bare of shoes, though one foot had a thigh-high black-and-white striped sock.

Bouncing forward, she launched into a cartwheel, spinning as soon as she landed, stopping as she faced the door, leg still in the air. Comically, she marched into the house before launching into a run, diving for the kitchen. At last second, she remembered to grab the oven gloves before wrenching the door open, staring at the cupcakes in there. A smile bubbled across her features as she grabbed the tray, pulling it out and plunking it onto the oven top.

"Boom, boom!" She piped as she kicked the oven shut and spun around, bending over backwards to press the off button. Spinning back around, she squinted her eyes at the cupcakes, studying them intently. After about two minutes of nothing but intense staring, she popped up, standing straight again. Nodding to herself with a smile, she turned sharply, one hand extended as she reached for the cupboar-

Thud

Making frosting would have to wait. It was naptime, and she was facedown on the kitchen floor, arm still extended in front of her, other arm at her side, as she drooled on the floor. And to make matters worse, her tail was sprawled in the middle of the kitchen floor, in the perfect spot for someone to step on if they weren't paying attention.

[Razburi Puffe]

Once the sound of herding elephants stopped, Razburi took in the scene. Cupcakes were done. Oven was off. The girl had made a show of an intense stare off with said cupcakes. And as she was getting what she needed to make frosting, her daughter was on the floor in a comatose state. Again.

The Tuffle stared down at her from the kitchen table, elbows propped up and her hands folded under her chin as she simply watched. Her eyes settled on her face and thought it was amusing that for having a monkey for a father, she was adorable while drooling on the floor. Turles had done the same sometimes when he had slept. The corner of her mouth twitched as she pushed back in the chair and stood up.

She scratched her cheek. There were cupcakes she was sure the girl was really wanting to finish, but should she wake her just yet? Normally the girl recovered on her own without much trouble and even had a chuckle. Razburi wasn't so sure she would be as amused, especially if she woke with a face full of creme.

Her sapphire eyes shifted to eye the tail.

'I should probably wake her up before I leave and forget she's there.' The last thing the Tuffle woman wanted to do was step away for a minute only to come back and accidentally step on her daughter's tail. Last time she checked, it was still relatively sensitive, unless Tomana had trained it and not told her. But she opted to simply play it safe anyway.

Carefully stepping around her, she tugged the hem of her purple floral dress up just a touch as she knelt down. Turning the hyperactive girl over, she lightly swat at her face, calling to her. She wondered if there was a way to get around this narcolepsy business. Surely if Turles were alive, he would figure out something and with ease. "Ha, I guess I know where your penchant for cooking comes from. Your father was always cooking up interesting concoctions. Now wake up, you spastic monkey."

[Tomana-Mana]

It was never entirely certain what the narcoleptic dreamed of when those little sleeping spells came over her. What was clear, however, was that she was out like a light, in a sleep so deep that her limbs didn't even twitch. Even her tail was motionless. The only real movement was the rapid movement of her eyes beneath her lids. Oh, and the rise and fall of her chest as she drooled on the floor.

Her limbs rolled with the movement as Razburi rolled her over, one arm flopping over her chest, the thudding on the floor as she stayed sleeping, only twitching a bit.

It took a few slaps and calls before her nose finally wrinkled. Finally, those big brown eyes opened, glazed over and disorientated.

The lack of movement was fairly regular. One of the side-effects of narcolepsy was a sort of paralyzation, one that occured often when she was sleeping, or in one of spells. It happened to almost everyone at some point or another, when waking from a nightmare or a particularly deep dream left them motionless and struggling to regain control of their limbs. For more people, it only lasted a split second.

For Tomana, it sometimes lasted longer. It was the only thing that truely frightened her about her disorder, was that inability to move. She blinked a few times, her eyes clearing as she was able to focus her eyesight again. Her gaze flickered around her until it settled on her mother. Blinking again, she finally smiled at Razburi, a wide, cheerful smile.

"Did I fall asleep again?" Tomana asked in her light voice. Her tail twitched, as she found herself able to move her limbs again. With a spaz-like kick of joy, she sat up, shaking out her short blonde locks. Looking at Razburi again, she grinned at her. "How long was I out, mommy???"

[Razburi Puffe]

"Not that long actually." Well, Razburi certainly didn't keep track of when the girl had passed our nor for how long. Her lips that were typically set in a straight line of indifference twitched at the corners to give her overly sweet daughter the hint of a smile. "At the very least, your cupcakes are probably nice and cooled off by now."

Standing, she moved behind her while being mindful of the tail and hooked her hands under her daughter's arms to help her up. Amazingly enough, Tomana was actually a little heavier than she was, just a touch. She figured it had something to do with that saiyajin blood. Well, Razburi blamed a lot on the more primal half of her daughter's blood. She was glad there was no moon in Earth's orbit at least.

Once her daughter was on her feet, she dusted her off as if she were dirty. Hell, the girl was such a mess on a regular basis.

"You go on and finish those cupcakes. Then I think a long talk is overdue, if you're interested in listening because this is rather important." Since Tomana was much older now, she figured she would talk with the girl about certain matters. Especially if her planned trip did not go as she wanted. Or worse. The old site had been abandoned for decades now, but she wouldn't be surprised if the area was unstable from decay. The blue haired woman stepped back over to sit at the table to watch as her daughter would set to work on her frosting.

[Tomana-Mana]

Thankful that her limbs were cooperating again, Tomana kept those golden-brown eyes on her dearly beloved mother, that sweet grin on her lips. For once, she didn't miss the tiny twitch that hinted of a smile. While Tomana seemed unable to hide any expression on her face, her mother seemed to hold everything back.

A soft squeal escaped her as she brought up her arms, shaking them out for a moment before clapping them together. "Yay! Then it was the perfect nap! They'll definitely be good and cool when I finish the frosting!"

With her mother's help, Tomana was able to get to her feet, hopping from one foot to the other to try to get rid of the last of her sleep fatiques. Of course, she stilled, barely patient enough to let her mother dust her off before she spun around, tail up behind her, curved in a question mark as she smiled at her mom.

The smile actually faded for a moment as she gave Razburi a slightly puzzled look, tilting her head and scratching her head above one ear. A talk? Tomana barely had the attention span for those, and even she knew it! Still.. it sounded important.

"Sure! Let me whip up the frosting!" Spinning on one foot, she bounced to the frosting ingredients that she had set out and got busy.

The frosting itself didn't that long. It was just a simple frosting that didn't require any cooking, just good mixing, then being shoved into a piping bag and squirted over the cupcakes. What took longer was the sheet of marzipan that she made. That required use of the stove, and took a bit longer.

For once, Tomana was actually being clever. She knew she'd be unable to focus on her mother if she didn't have something to focus on in front of her. So, she gave herself a project: Making little marzipan butterflies to top the cupcakes. She would paint them later with some food coloring or food markers or something. WIth the rolled-out sheet of marzipan on a cutting board and a small knife in her hand, she took a seat at the table and began to cut the butterflies carefully.

"What do we need to talk about, mommy?"

[Razburi Puffe]

Her fingers steepled as her mind pieced out how she would set about with this talk. As many times as she tried to rehearse it, that was nearly impossible because Tomana's attention was so sporadic and unpredictable. Razburi's brain had actually hurt the one time she really tried to sit down and think of every possible mishap, interruption or when a sleep spell would hit out of the blue. So instead of thoroughly planning, she had opted to simply be spontaneous as well, though her brain still buzzed with a little effort to plan.

"Well, for starters...This has quite a bit to do with your father."

It was an uncertain topic that Razburi had next to never brought up to the girl. Hell, as innocent minded as Tomana often was, she wasn't 100% certain the girl really understood where a 'father' fit in. As she proceeded to speak, she kept an even paced tone as she spoke simply. It wasn't that she pegged her daughter as dumb, but coming straight to the point in the simplest of terms was often easiest considering how hard it was for her to stay focused sometimes.

"You see, we did not come from this world. We came from another. Far, far away, out in space. You could say, in an ass backwards sense, he had saved me from death. You noticed I have no tail...That's because I'm a Tuffle. But your father...He had a tail. He was a Saiyajin. His name was Turles. And he was a butthead." Razburi smirked, but it was a wistful smirk that told the small blonde that despite the name calling, it was all done with fondness.

Her blue eyes focused down, watching the precision oriented work that went into cutting the petite butterflies. That was her Tuffle blood at work, a bumbling Saiyajin would be breaking them all over the place, then lose their mind in impatience and smash up the kitchen. Thankfully Tomana didn't do that. Intentionally. With a deep breath she continued, "By now, you're old enough to tend to yourself without me around. So in a few days, I have to make a trip to where he died...To retrieve some things. Parts and whatnot."

Of course, she omitted the 'I'll probably be able to bring your father back' part. She figured it would be an interesting surprise. Then again, if Tomana opted to join her, she certainly wouldn't stop her, but it would really add to her concern about the site's stability. The blue haired woman regarded her daughter quietly, having pretty much said most of what she had intended.

[Tomana-Mana]

It went without saying that anyone who tried to have a serious talk with Tomana had to be out of their fucking minds. The girl was a freaking spaz, for heaven's sake! Show her a shiny object and she was gone! She had the mentality of a child, and didn't ever seem to give a damn about the people or world around her.

Except for one little thing: Tomana was well aware of how bad her attention was. Did she ever try to fix it? No, not really, not unless she was cooking. Strangely enough, the only time she seemed to be able to focus was when she was cooking. The idea of a burnt cake or pastry was horrific to her, and would cause her tail to friz out. She was like that tinkering with her boom-booms sometimes, but only because she didn't like having stuff explode in her face... which still happened anyways.

So, she pulled a rather clever trick. She forced her mind to think that she was cooking, and kept that focus on the marzipan butterflies. Still, even then, she almost missed the first sentence. Those golden-brown eyes lifted to stare at her mother, wide in her cute little face. It was sometimes so easy to forget about the idea of a 'father'. Tomana didn't really know how babies were made but she knew that it was something of a mommy and a daddy thing. She just had never quite gotten around to asking Razburi about her dad. In fact, the only reason she probably knew about the male half of parenting was due to their sporadic trips into the nearby town, where she would see children playing with both sets of parents. Truth be told, it made her a bit wistful...

Blinking her eyes, she quickly returned her attention to the butterflies. It would be easier to do this with a mold, certainly, but the free-cutting would keep her attention for longer, and plus she liked her own butterflies better then the molded ones. Really, the only outward sign that she was listening was her nervous habit of chewing her bottom lip, and how still her tail was. Normally, Tomana made a comical face with her tongue sticking out and her tail waving in the air as she worked.

Tuffle... and Saiyajin. Tuffle, and Saiyajin. She didn't really know what those two names were, and her mind only noted the names before moving on, not really caring. Tomana wasn't all that interested in her heritage. She was curious, certainly enough, but didn't have quite the attention span for it yet.

Her knife jerked in her hand and she stared at the deformed butterfly, fighting back tears. She told herself it wasn't because she found out she had a dad and he was dead. No, she was sad about the butterfly. That had to be it. How could she be sad if she had never met him? Lifting the deformed butterfly out, she began to trim the wing, getting it back into proper shape.

"That's a whoooole lot to take in..." Tomana finally said in her light, piping voice. Unable to help herself, she cut off a small ribbon of marzipan from the sheet and set her knife down, beginning to nibble on it as she watched her mother. The girl-like woman shifted to perch in her seat rather then sit in it, resting on her toes on the edge of the seat as she nibbled on the ribbon of sugary goodness.

"So I have a daddy and he was a butthead... Got it." She said aroung the sugar, thinking again. "Do.. Do you want me to go with you, mommy? I could cook for you and help you get a few things. Or do you want me to stay here to tend the house?"

She wasn't sure which one she preferred, and definitely wanted her mother to make the decision for her. Certainly, she didn't like staying around alone. But it almost seemed creepy to go to where he had died to pick some things up... Plus Tomana hadn't known him, so what was the point in going there? Any parts she needed she could swipe from the village. She still didn't quite know that the Tuffles and Saiyajin had a few technological items that humans didn't have.

If she stayed home alone, she had a feeling she'd work herself into a baking frenzy, and that Razburi would return home to a plethora of pastries, cakes, and candies.

[Razburi Puffe]

The blue haired woman continued to watch as she processed the information. Especially when she learned her father was dead. Her sapphire eyes softened slightly as she could tell the poor girl was trying not to tear up. And she damn well knew it wasn't about the butterfly. But she stayed quiet so as not to disrupt her attention until she was asked if she wanted Tomana to come with her.

Razburi's expression hardened in thought.

It was a double edged sword really. To leave Tomana alone would have the house overflowing with food. Of course, should she succeed, it wouldn't be overflowing for long as the Saiyajin man would certainly take care of the mess. It would be a sweet and very amusing bonding moment for them to clear out the treats together. But still, she had concerns of Tomana getting into trouble with her gone. And the house still being there when she got back.

On the flip side, despite the surprise being ruined, Razburi felt safer with the idea of having someone else with her. Should something happen, at least she would have a helping hand, or someone to retrieve her body. The Tuffle's face scrunched up at the idea and she pushed the pessimistic thought away. Why was she even thinking that? It couldn't be that bad over there! Plus she didn't like the idea of Tomana seeing such a thing, or such a thing happening to the younger woman.

On those grim thoughts, she made her decision.

"Mm, no, I think you should stay here. Where his ship was, it sat below a great tree that was destroyed. So it'll be messy there. Working around the rubble will be easier when I don't have to fear for your well-being on top of mine. No offense, hun." She gave her daughter a slight smile.

Since she had swiped a handful of those dyno-capsules, she wouldn't really need a hand with carrying anything thanfully. Those had to be the most awesome human invention she had yet to come across, she wondered if one day she should set out to meet the inventors responsible. She chuckled reaching over to steal a piece of the marzipan to chew on. "I suggest you think of some sweets that have honey in them, I wouldn't mind coming back to some of that." Actually, Razburi was not a huge fan of honey, but she knew Turles was.

[Tomana-Mana]

Maybe later, Tomana would cry. The last thing she wanted was for her dearly loved mommy to think her sad. She knew that she wasn't the best of daughters sometimes, and that her sleepy spells worried her mom for some reason. She didn't want to worry her mom by crying now.

While Razburi thought, the blonde hybrid continued to nibble on the marzipan, keeping those honey-hued brown eyes on the woman that had raised her. The brown tail draping over the chair and onto the ground lifted after an after thought to rest on the back of the chair, carefully out of the way of any stray feet.

When the blue-haired Tuffle finally gave her sentence, she wasn't sure if she was happy or disappointed. It was pretty depressing to think about going to the place where her dad had apparently died... But she couldn't help but worry about her mom.

Already Tomana was planning out several things to cook to relieve her worry and stress. Chewing on her bottom lip, she gave several head bobs in lieu of a single nod before she yelped at the marzipan theft. "MOMMY!

[/i] You need to ask before you steal my marzipan!" She squealed in mock rage, flailing her arms before shoving the rest of her own piece of marzipan in her mouth and bouncing off her seat, causing the chair to topple over. Scampering around to the blue-haired woman, she paused at the honey comment, blinking a moment before she almost tackled her mother in a hug, burying her face in her chest.

"When are you going, mommy?" She asked, her voice muffled before she tilted her head up, eyes big and soulful as her tail waved behind her.

And since when did her mom want honey things? Well.. she could do that if that's what her mommy wanted! She'd make lots of honey things!
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[Razburi Puffe]

"Ha, well, then it wouldn't be stealing if I asked!" Razburi chuckled as she corrected the girl. She had tapped her sweet daughter on the nose when she seemed confused about the request for honey based treats. Indeed, she rarely ever asked for such things. But this was to be a special occassion. There was no way the genius she had mated with would have left himself open to stay dead after all.

She gave her a real, full smile which was quite rare after the girl glomped her. Tomana was so adorable. Even that insufferable butthead would think so. If not adore her, her cuteness would surely offend his crude Saiyajin senses. But he was likely to cave either way. After all, Razburi had succeeded in breaking through his defenses, she was sure their daughter would do the same.

As she pat her daughter's head comfortingly, a noisy beeping intruded on the tender moment. The scouter was coming to life, honing in on an energy at exactly the same range that her planned destination was at.

Razburi tensed, looking away from Tomana in the general direction, which appeared that she was looking out the kitchen window. It was a significant reading. That wasn't good. Who was that and what the hell were they doing there? She wondered if it was one of Earth's defenders. None had made any sweeps over the Tree, if ever, so she couldn't tell.

'I'll have to wait till they leave I think...Whoever it is, I wouldn't stand much chance and I'm not about to fight a hopeless cause...' Razburi was not an excellent warrior by any means, any one of the true fighters on Earth could take her down with the blink of an eye. This was one Tuffle who used her head and played it safe unlike her spastic sister. She forced herself to relax though her face betrayed her uncertainty and even annoyance. "...I'll head there when it's safer, I think. Which won't be very long, hopefully." She also hoped they left and didn't touch a damn thing while there or her plan was in the crapper.

[Tomana-Mana]

The younger of the two Tuffles couldn't help but giggle at the theft comment as she snuggled close, tilting her head back just in time to see the real, full smile spread across her mother's lips. It always warmed her to see her mother actually smiling for once. She was so guarded and grumpy at times...

A weird beeping caused her to blink however, her own smile fading as she slowly pulled away, looking around in confusion for the source of the beeping. Was it the oven? No.. Microwave? Not hardly. Conventional oven? ... No. The boom-booms she had tinkered with behind her mother's back? Now THAT would be scary, if they started beeping on their ow- No, they had no ticking devices.

No. It sounded too close for any of those... In surprise, she turned her gaze back to her mother, who was now looking out the window, smile gone, and tense. Poor Tomana stared at her in some confusion, wondering why she was beeping before her eyes fell on the scouter, seeing something bright darting across the surface of it. From her angle though, she couldn't read what the scouter said.

It's beeping? I can't remember if I've ever heard it beeping... Wait. Head there when it's safer? That thing... It tracks people, right? Does that mean someone's there now? The poor girl struggled with her thoughts, reaching up to scratch her head as her tail lashed behind her.

"Well..." She reached down to grab the wooden board with the butterflies. "I'll go finish this then. Then I'll make you a treat to take with you!" Before her mother could protest, Tomana was already scampering to the counter to finish her project. Painting the butterflies could wait. She wanted her mom to have something yummy with her.

[Razburi Puffe]

Razburi relaxed a little. The sources of power had left the vicinity of the tree. Something deep down told her that they might not stay gone for long and if that were the case, then she needed to work fast.

Without a second thought, the Tuffle woman got up and disappeared into her room to change and grab her backpack. There was a handful of capsules inside for her to recover equipment in as well as rations in case she wound up there for longer than she intended as well as a medical kit. Quickly, she changed out of her frilly little dress into something she didn't often wear if ever. She donned a pair of navy shorts as well as a slate blue button up shirt with short sleeves, which she neatly tucked in before buckling her belt. Then she drew on a pair of hiking boots and short gloves.

"Sorry, Tomana-darling, I have to head out there while the getting is good. It seems some other people have been poking around the site and I have to make sure they didn't steal anything." Or for the love of the heavens, destroy something. That would be the worst thing to happen, she was sure.

Stepping out of her room, she slipped the pack on over her shoulders then fastened it in front over her petite chest. She paused before stepping outside, a gloved hand resting on the knob. "I won't be long. Remember, not to let anyone in this house that I haven't permitted and if someone breaks in, you know what to do, correct?" The lesson there had been 'Break their necks or they'll bring more bad people to us if they get away!'. Actually, Razburi had yet to see whether Tomana would actually break someone's neck. But she had Saiyajin blood in her, so she knew she was more than capable of it.

[Tomana-Mana]

The kitchen had been quiet- Well, mostly quiet- as the hyperactive half-breed focused on baking, determined to get the goods rolling out. Part of the intent was to have her mother take some of those treats with her on this little mission. Something to make it a bit happier.

So involved was she on her little mission that she didn't even notice her mother rising and slipping into her room. No, her attention was on the bowl of dough, on the various trays, and on her thoughts- Yes, her thoughts,- as she mentally went over several recipes. However, she was uncertain on some things, and grumbled to herself as she crouched down, digging through a cabinet to unearth her favorite cookbooks that she had stolen from the town.

Razburi's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, however, causing her to look with wide eyes, tossing her golden locks back. Even her tail went straight up as she stared at her, blinking a few times before she looked down at the unfinsihed sweets on the tray in something akin to horror.

"But... I wasn't... I was going to give you... These are..." She stammered before looking up again, her tail drooping as her shoulders slumped. A soft sigh escaped her as slowly nodded at her mother's words.

"Yeah.. I know what to do... Break their necks or at least hit 'em really, really hard." Tomana finished glumly, looking up to watch her mother again. "Please be careful, mommy! I'll have lots of sweets for you when you get back!"

The child-like woman watched her mother go. Once she was out of sight of a window, however, the little chimp was darting back into the kitchen and entering a sort of frenzy.

There was going to be no counterspace by the time she was done.

[Razburi Puffe]

The power readings that had made her stall in her plans to head for the tree looked like they had touched down some distance to the southeast. They most likely had gone to one of the bigger cities if the small clusterfuck of weak readings was anything to go by. She was still curious as to who they were and what they had been doing at the site. Still, so long as they stayed where they were, she was safe to work.

Even though her power level was hardly a blip on the map, there was some concern about belting out what she could to fly faster then what she intended. If they could sense ki, which she doubted was really possible and she had yet to learn differently, her output would most likely raise a brow from someone but not draw any significant attention. So Razburi put the majority of her energy into her flight to sail over the trees and spare bit of grassland to reach the Tree as fast as she could. When she drew closer, she made sure to cut it back to nothing so it would not register that someone was coming to the vicinity of the site.

"I hope they don't notice him though..." Razburi wasn't sure how strong Turles would be coming back from wherever he had been sent in the afterlife, but she hoped it didn't set off any alarms. She wanted time for him to settle after his revival and to get him home for a bit of a bombshell.

Hovering around the husk of the great Tree, the small Tuffle woman looked around the area, searching for parts of the ship or some possible entrance. She was close to giving up on finding something convenient and settle for working her way in when she came across the small area the group had settled in for a short period. Razburi eyed the remains of a beast and let her blue eyes wander to the side to see the opening that had been pried into the back of the ship. Good, she didn't have to fire up any tools and waste time.

Nimbly, she climbed in after putting on a mask over her mouth and nose. The smell was bound to be rancorous inside if any of the fumes she whiffed outside were an indicator. She paused, looking around the familiar room drenched in shadows. Now that brought back some pleasant memories. The alien woman stood there in the light from outside a few moments, reminiscing before it was decided that she had to proceed with clean up. If she revived Turles first, he would insist on leaving rather than packing. Taking out a couple dyno-caps, she popped them open to form a couple large boxes. Quickly, as if she already predetermined what she intended to take, she packed away the more personal belongings into the boxes before capsuling them. During the time she worked to clean out some of the ship, several sets of armor and equipment were also packed as well as valuable artifacts.

Eventually she arrived at the laboratory and searched through it. The functioning healing tank was capsuled once she gathered up all of the cables as well as a few machines. Now the tank...

When Razburi came over, she frowned. There was fresh residue that had been smeared around the lid and the rim, as well as globs that had dried out on the floor. 'Bitchnuggets, someone used it...?!' Cursing, she used a crowbar she uncapsuled to pry open the lid to make sure there was enough for one more revival. She sighed in relief. The bare minimum, what luck. Then she was hit with another start as she opened the tray below. It had been ransacked apparently. She grimaced, as any seeds from the Tree of Might were missing. Turles was going to pitch one hell of a fit. The seedling samples from Planet Plant, or Planet Vegeta rather, were also missing. She frowned thoughtfully. Apparently someone familiar with botany must have taken it all? Perhaps.

'So much for him keeping a good mood, he's going to have a tantrum when he realizes that whoever was here took his plant specimens.' They wouldn't be able to make any more extract without the seeds. A thought came to her, which caused her to snatch up the vial containing her late mate's hair samples quickly before she tossed them into the vat and closed the lid. Whoever was here knew what the tank was, what the extract could do, and they had the seeds. It was undoubtable now, they would come back with a means to transfer the tank and possibly put it to use for themselves. Therefore, she needed to hurry and revive him so she could seal up the tank in a capsule and leave. Razburi sighed, rubbing her hands together as if cold as she waited for the extract to do it's job.