Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

4.48 The steps of mourning of the Tsufuls (when the deceased is ressucitated)

The address for Chiin-Lee's house is so complicated to write that we've decided it's not worth trying to translate it into English. So, at Chiin-Lee's place, somewhere in town, there was a mourning ambiance. The walls of the habitation, without waiting for a command from its owner, had automatically colored themselves deep purple as she entered. They had understood.

Chiin-Lee Rosids let herself fall to the sofa, as in every civilization throughout time, the sofa of the living room always replaces the bed during the day. She spent hours gazing at the roof. She didn't close her eyes because that brought up pictures of Hanasia's face. At some point, the living room started playing soft music. "No" she whispered, and it stopped. She preferred silence.

The door of her home opened, recognizing her friend Abricota who immediately entered. She threw a look at a machine inside, who, understanding the request, showed a silent arrow towards Chiin-Lee's position. It was in the room next door, and she was there shortly after, with a big smile, prepped to bring up the moral of her friend with all the energy she could muster.

But her friend was a true friend and immediately changed attitude when she saw Tchin's state. It wasn't just a passing by feeling of regret. Clearly, it wasn't the time to exasperate her friend and try and force happiness. Respecting her silence, Brie didn't say anything either, and sat on the sofa, next to Tchin, to provide huma- tsufulian warmth.

An infinite time passed in silence.

Chiin-Lee turned towards Abricota and said :

— I'm sorry, I'm wasting your time...

Her friend gave her a big smile and took her in her arms.

— That's what I'm here for! Oh dear Tchin, are you feeling better?

— Much better, thanks to you. Thank you. You can take them out.

Abricota let go of her embrace and opened her floating sack, taking out two huge "special depressed" pastries, delicacies filled with an efficient drug to boost morale: sugar.

They ate them, then Brie started the conversation.

— So you quit, I was told.

— Yup.

— That was a quick decision, barely a few minutes after the battle, right?

— You should have been there... it was unbearable. Politics, politics... I couldn't stomach it. And I understood straight away that it wouldn't interest me again neither tomorrow or the day after, so... instead of taking the afternoon off, I took all the rest.

— There's at least thirty passion projects waiting for you anyway. Everyone wants to have the great Chiin-Lee Chinensis Sapindaceae Rosids, commander of the Saiyan army, counselor of the Warrior Queen, president of the new space agency, honorary lieutenant of the rebel army...

— I don't have any of those titles, you just invented them.

— Still, just to tell your story, you'd need two lives worth of interviews.

— Well, they'll have to wait. I'm not going to work again anytime soon.

— Are we going on holiday?

— Haha! If you want. But I'm thinking something more on the long term. I'd like to visit the Saiyan lands. Maybe become an ambassador, create new structures. Have direct and honest links with Saiyans.

— Wow! Pretty big projects! But before you get yourself eaten by those Saiyans, think short term and use your privileges to get the best possible vacation for yourself, your best friend and her new boyfriend, huh?