Ch. 156: Phase 2
"I am... MR. SATAN! And as the face of Legacy, it's my job to KEEP... YOU... SAFE! HAAH!" Nappa couldn't help snorting as he watched the advertisement play on every single television in the store window. It was everywhere... you couldn't get away from Mr. Satan's ads playing on just about every television channel... it was rather impressive on Hanna's part. In just six months after hiring that clown after his fluke win of the World Martial Arts tournament, Legacy had completely overrun the markets. Mr. Satan's face had made Legacy hundreds of billions of Zeni. In fact, Legacy and Capsule Corp were now considered the two largest financial titans on the planet. The thought of a kid like Hanna being in charge of, even the creator of, something that huge made Nappa snort with amusement.
Nappa found his way into a bar and sat down, ordering a beer and thinking about his life. Drinking his beer, he didn't even flinch when another figure sat down at the bar beside him. Casually, he slid a glass of water over to the figure.
"You know, I've tried everything... am I just... destined to cause more harm than good wherever I go?" Nappa asked the person beside him, thinking about all the travels he'd had over the last nine months. He'd originally started his journey to find something good that he could do for the world, to make up for all the terrible things he'd done in the past, but everything he tried had simply caused people to fear him.
"You're an idiot, Nappa."
"So what do you think I should do with my life, then? I'm not good at helping people, Rise." Nappa asked his friend.
"Then join Legacy, you idiot." Rise berated him. To the Namekian, it was the most obvious solution in the world for Nappa. Nappa wanted to do good with his strength, and Legacy needed more abnormally strong people, especially since they'd begun taking in orphans and training them as they started the second phase.
"But..." Nappa had misgivings about joining Legacy. He was scared that joining the organization would make him a mooch.
"Legacy needs strong captains like you, Nappa. Stop being so pigheaded, and just come back with me, you idiot." Rise told him, slapping the Saiyan upside the head.
"I don't want to be a-"
"Drunk idiot? Too late. Look, Nappa, as your friend, I'm telling you to go to Legacy. Right now, you're just wandering around like an idiot, surviving by mooching off of the land, and barely, at that." Rise told his friend bluntly.
Nappa took a swig of his beer. He couldn't disagree with Rise. The Namekian was right on all accounts. Nappa had trouble doing good things for other people. Usually, he just intimidated them with his huge stature by accident, instead. It'd been a week since he'd had a proper bath, and any money he made was from odd jobs he'd find on the road... Technically, Rise was the one paying for his beer right now.
"I want to make my own way, Rise. If I go to Legacy, I'll just be mooching off of Hanna." Nappa explained. That made Rise snort.
"Nappa, Legacy is a huge compound nowadays, and we're all slammed with a ton of work. We have dozens of trainees, and hundreds of jobs per day that we don't have anywhere near enough personnel to deal with. We need as many permanent Captains as we can find, since we only have nine people at the moment capable of teaching energy control to the newbies at the moment." Rise explained to the big Saiyan. In the interest of expanding Legacy, I'd begun a series of reforms, starting with a class of trainees plucked from orphaned survivors of some of the natural disasters that we hadn't been able to save everyone from, as well as a group of flashy clowns (and a Core Girl slipped in as a just-in-case measure) to back up Mr. Satan as his team.
In order to distinguish the reliably strong from the people who couldn't control their Ki very well yet, I'd broken the Legacy warriors into four different classes, based on power and reliability. There were the Normal Legacies, the Elite Legacies, the Captain Legacies, and the Pseudo-Captains.
As it stood, we only had five Normal Legacies, including Mr. Satan and his crew, who'd been taught basic Ki control by Hanna personally. Mr. Satan had been given a modified Captain's Uniform and been put to work in advertisement, where he naturally excelled, despite the fact that he was barely good enough to fly three feet off the ground at the moment. Somehow, he'd managed to convince the entire planet that he's the strongest Legacy despite barely being capable of controlling his ki at all. We also had eight Captains (Pigero and the Namekians), and most every Z-Fighter had signed up to take on jobs whenever they had time as acting Pseudo-Captains, including Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin, Piccolo, Gohan, Raditz, even Yamcha and Master Roshi (Who had recently learned how to fly while sitting in on a lesson between Pigero and Mr. Satan's crew).
Unfortunately, as it stood, the system was putting a ton of pressure on the Captains. Only Captains were allowed to do jobs by themselves, or train new recruits, which left nine people responsible for training nearly 40 kids between the ages of 10-15 in ki control so that they could graduate to the post of Normal Legacies, and even after that happened, Normal Legacies weren't going to be allowed to go on any missions without either an Elite or Captain backing them up, so the Captains would still end up swamped. Frankly, Nappa would end up being a pretty great ninth Captain. With the addition of me, that would be ten people authorized to teach the newbies classes, or roughly four trainees apiece. I was rather desperate to add him to the team. After Rise explained all of this to him, Nappa couldn't help but agree to join the team.