|1st POV|
I open the door with my free hand, while using my other arm to assist him. After opening and shutting the door, we go to the left side of the back yard, that isn't ruined, and sit on my white big bench. In front of the bench is a large white table, accompanied by various white chairs. I have more outside decor, it's just in my shed for the time being, since I haven't had company for a while.
"Is right here fine?" Turles nods his head, and leans against the back of the bench. I look up at the sky, then close my eyes. I can feel the warm summer breeze brush against my face and body, like a basket of kisses.
After some minutes of silence, Turles is the one to speak up. "It's nice out here, isn't it? Earth's climate definitely feels great, unlike most planets I've been to." I open my eyes and glance at him, "Yeah, it does feel pretty great. I miss being out here like this, I don't generally come out here and sit often. If I do, it's usually from the safety of my porch." He hums in response. "Why don't you come out here often? Don't you have like, friends or something?" Ouch. I mean, I have friends. Right? Actually, I've lost contact with most of my friends years ago; they've all grown up and moved.
"I- uh, no, I guess I don't. I'm not a big socializer, I don't go out of my way just to find people that'll accept me." Turles snickers. I give him a glare. "Where's your friends then, Turles?" He scrunches up his nose and twitches his left eye. "Dead, (y/n)." Oh. Oh shit. I turn to him and hold my hands together. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, I-." He cuts me off with his laughter. Uh, what?? Didn't he just said that his only friends died? Why the hell is he laughing?
"I'm joking. Those pieces of shits weren't even my friends, they were just comrades. Not even that, they were lower scum. I was only using them for my goals, there was no emotional attachments. Emotions get in the way anyways." I close my mouth, and start to squint my eyes at him. "Man, should of seen your reaction from my perspective though (y/n). That was quite fucking hilarious." There was more silence.
|2nd POV|
Turles was sitting there, not breaking eye contact with you. You were currently squinting your eyes at him, with a pissed off expression. Ah, of course. This is why you don't have friends, Turles. You're a pretty fucked up person. Do I care though? Not really. It's just- idk. Shouldn't expect some stupid fucking human-May I add a woman- to understand my humor, Thought Turles.
Right when Turles was about to let out a sigh of annoyance, you started letting out a small snicker. His eyes grew wide, not expecting the reaction. "That was pretty funny, aha! You actually had me for a minute there, Turles. That was pretty fucked up- I like that." She...actually laughed? Turles still sat there, with wide eyes, staring at you. He didn't exactly know how to feel. You lean over to him, and lightly punch his arm. "You're a bastard, you know that? A pretty funny one though. A pretty crippled bastard." You started snickering at your own joke, while Turles has a small but noticeable grin. Maybe she's not that stupid, he thought.
"But seriously, the whole 'emotions get in the way' ideology is kinda fucked up Turles. You shouldn't be so heartless man. Life is just gonna slip by you, unless you grab it and make it yours." He pondered this for a moment, then shrugged it off. He thought that the way he was currently was fine, and that it doesn't need to change. Emotions aren't important at all, in any aspect. You glance at him before leaning back on the bench and shutting your eyes, "Besides, I'm not sure what else I'd expect from a cold hearted killer, if that's what you claim to be. I can see how emotions wouldn't matter to you." He nodded his head. "However, you do have a messed up sense of humor. I feel like, with some time, you can start to experience more emotion. Like, long lasting feelings of content and happiness. Because, from the short time I've been with you, you're a pretty bitter person, who's obviously self-centered."
He let out a low growl, "I honestly don't care. My only goal is to rule the universe, and take that stupid fucking lizard off his throne. That stupid self-centered prick. And honestly, I don't care about 'long lasting relationships', whether that be platonic or romantic. God, don't get me started on how feelings like 'love' are absolute bullshit. And, on a further note, not a single person I've ever met has ever fucking cared about me (y/n). Ever. I'm not a mushy fucking human, I'm a cold blooded saiyan warrior. We're two different species and people." His tail unwrapped from around his waist, and is now hitting the ground in an angry motion.
So I was correct, you thought, he really hasn't ever been shown genuine kindness. God, I can't even imagine the shit he's probably went through on different planets. I need to stop judging his book by his cover, besides, he did give me a good laugh.
There was more silence. There you go again Turles, letting your anger get the best of you. You may be a saiyan, but at-least have some class. Ironic, coming from a fucking low-class warrior.
"I'm sorry," you say, standing up. "I keep forgetting how different we are, and I apologize. I'm sorry for constantly shoving my ideals down your throat, you are who you are. Even though I do wish you wouldn't take over the world, that's your goal. It's dumb of me to think I could change that." Turles looked up at you, once again surprised. Man, this earth woman is just full of surprises and emotional-shifts. Before he could say anything, you touched his nose with your index finger, and let out a "boop".
"What the hell?" Said Turles, his tail starting to fuzz up out of confusion. "I booped you," you say with a snicker. His face started to turn a slight shade of red, embarrassed at your childish ways. I really just let an earth woman 'boop' my nose, what the hell. You hold out your hand, and smile down at the heartless saiyan. "Come inside with me, I wanna make some cookies. It's a special earth dessert that I think you'd like." He looked up at your hand, and back at you, thinking this is all just some type of game. After a few seconds go by, he realizes that you actually mean it. He lets out a sigh of defeat, and grabs your hand. You help him up off the bench, and you both start to walk towards your house.
What a weird human, thinks Turles, as a small smile starts to play at the corner of his lips.
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