No longer just a seed

I was drinking my... Honestly I don't really know what I was drinking. It was good though and I think I don't want to know what it was. I pointed at Cheelai as she walked up. "Are you finally gonna tell me what the fuck this is about?"

She sat down and sighed, "Eh, its complicated."

How complicated was it? We visited two different ports and Cheelai asked the same question that she did at the one we visited with Lemo. This was the third, this time I didn't join her. Felt it wasn't worth it.

Cheelai was smiling though and then leaned in. "Good news, I got it sorted out."

I raised an eyebrow, "Explain, Please?"

Cheelai shrugged, and then nodded along. "Alright, fine. Look so you know how we met right? Talked about how I was a thief?"

I nodded as I sipped more of my drink. "Yeah, pretty much."

She nodded making sure I was listening and only I was listening. "So basically I technically failed to steal what I was supposed to."

So the code word was something to do with that. Wait... "But you keep visiting the same company business thing."

She nodded, "Well, yeah? I mean crime syndicates have employees."

I thought about it, "So then?"

Cheelai gave a shrug, "I guess you are asking what happens? Well its a little simple and little dangerous. Since I couldn't get the fruit the client wanted not much I can do. The problem comes if the client is someone powerful, but not actually that powerful know what I mean?"

I sipped my drink and nodded. Basically if the person was a big fish in a small pond they might try to kill her. However what caught my intention was what she was stealing or I guess procuring. "What fruit?"

Cheelai shrugged, "Fuck if I know. The question I kept asking was about related to private information sharing. Basically I was checking if they had the ability to contact the people who got my information. The answer is no, by the way."

"The Client?" The client might explain the fruit.

Cheelai shrugged leaning in trying to steal my drink. "Ah come on, You didn't order me any. You can at least share."

I rolled my eyes, "Then explained everything."

"Tch, no fair. The client was a sayian, his name is Turles. Guy has major overcompensation. Which was why I was so bent on asking."

I downed the rest of my drink and got up. "Let's get moving then."

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I cranked the bolts into place. I tossed the wrench t the side and looked at Cheelai who was at the side frowning. "So, they sold you out anyway."

Cheelai rolled her eyes, "Don't... I am already down alright. No need to kick me more."

I shrugged and dusted off my hands. I had just fixed the ships engine. I looked up at the hole in the hull. Bulma made a durable ship. The hole was only on the outer shell, but the blast had damaged the navigation. Which meant we could no longer pilot manually.

I looked at Cheelai, "So the current problem."

She nodded, "So I made my exit, however the client most likely believes I have the fruit they want. Whatever it is must be super valuable for them to do all this."

I sat down, "Quitting right after a job with something so valuable. Indicates that you might've kept the item or sold it for a greater haul."

She nodded only able to agree, at least I thought that was the case. "The thing is though, the client was paying big for the fruit. Problem was I never actually found the fruit, only a dried up seed that weighs a couple pounds."

I blinked, "You mean you do still have it?"

Cheelai shrugged, "The seed?"

I nodded, "Yeah the seed, did you fill your head with air or something?"

Cheelai's face went red with embarrassment. She however responded. "I do still have it."

I frowned, so they were tracking us through the seed maybe? I sighed, "So that code word stuff was you quitting?"

She nodded and leaned back. "Yeah you buy an expensive alcohol, and state you want a full course meal. The alcohol indicates the celebration and the meal refers to you are done with your current life and want to finish the metaphorical meal."

I raised an eyebrow at that and she continued. "Basically you want to settle down somewhere or do something else."

That made sense, why is it so suspicious then? Whatever, "Well, I'll apologize for suspecting you for you doing something else."

"Wh-what! Did you not trust me?"

I raised a hand and corrected my words as to save it. "You are a criminal, the first aliens I ever met tried to destroy my home, and your a pretty woman. Trust was never an issue."

Cheelai face was still red, but this time she turned and got up as she spoke. "Well, I suppose those are decent reasons. However just so you know I was only ever a criminal because I had to be one."

I gave a noise of affirmation and responded. "Understandable, over the time we have been hanging out I've notice you have a sense of good. So at this point I can hardly doubt you. As you are technically no longer a criminal."

She nodded and marched into the ship. I had to wonder if I saved myself. Women were weird, I didn't know if space changed that. Hmm, should I have said she was sexy instead of pretty?

I looked around and shrugged, I should fix the hull of the ship.