Interview two: Thoughts.

"Commander, if I may ask, what do you think of the Other Patrollers?" The woman he now knew as sherry asked him.

He frowned, somehow the woman had cornered him again, although this time without a cameraman, just a recording device on hand.

"That's an awfully broad question, I don't know too many of them, nor do I care to really." He took a sip of his coffee.

"I'll start with the few I do." He said. He'd humour her for now.

"I'll Start with Shalot. A Saiyan. I don't know too much about her, but she used to follow me around like a lost puppy asking for fights, More often than not I always said yes." He took another sip of his coffee, thinking.

"At first I could beat her no problem, and I had written her off as simple, but as time went by she became better. I fought her again just recently and the skill she shows now far outclasses me in every way. I'm actually proud of her."

"Don't you hate other saiyans, commander?" She asked.

He glared at her, and spoke, his voice a hiss. "Don't interrupt me."

He sneered, he didn't want to go into the various reasons he hated his own race, it had always been a sore subject.

"Alomora, the Buu, that was a strange relationship and still is honestly." He mused. "I had met her in the park one day as she was painting, she was very skilled. I decided to strike up a conversation, why I did that I know not even to this day." He took another sip of his coffee. It was half gone now.

"Anyways, I discovered that she loved creating things, so I capitalized on that, I offered her a position as my lab assistant." He smiled fondly, remembering." I"ll never forget how she smiled after she made her first project, I had bought her, some sort of candy science kit, you make your own candy. She was so excited." He chuckled.

"It sounds like you are very fond of her." Sherry said.

"Oh yes, I think of her as more of a daughter than a lab assistant." He took another sip. "Don't tell anyone that."

"I see. What about Onion, or perhaps Lima?" She asked.

He sighed, and then finished off his coffee, setting it down. "You like asking hard questions, don't you?"

She didn't answer him.

"I... Care about onion, she is the mother of my child, such as that is."

He let the silence stretch on after that.

"And Lima?" She asked.

He shrugged. "I'm neutral when it comes to Lima."

"I heard she-" She began.

"I Said. I am neutral." He told her glacially. He was beginning to dislike reporters.

"I see." She looked thoughtful for a second.

"How about the Baker, Majora," She asked. "I see you go to her shop almost every day, care to comment?"

He shrugged again. "She brews coffee just the way I like it, and she gives it to me for free. I do pay her but she always refuses, I've come to just leaving the money on the counter of her shop." He said. "I'd like to know how she keeps is business honestly, I don't think I've ever seen her taking money."

"I see. Well, moving on." she cleared her throat.

"So, where do you see your self in five years? Do you have any plans for the future?" She asked.

"Dead, probably." He said.

She seemed shocked. "You sound so certain! Why is that?"

"I've done the math enough to know my chances get smaller with each mission I do." he said. "Sooner or later I'll go out on a mission and I'll make a mistake and not come back."

"However for now this interview is over, I need to get going, I have an appointment to keep." It was a lie but he didn't feel like talking to her anymore.

"O-oh, have a good day, commander." Strange, she's the only person who's ever called him by his rank.