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Voice- Directed at Dende, but certainly not private

[Zarbon is not a happy camper. A failed attempt to get his wish and a fiery assault on his person have his spirits in a less than stellar location.]

Did you think you could withhold anything from me? Did you honestly think you'd get far without disclosing everything about the Dragon Balls? There is a password, isn't there?

ISN'T there?!

[There is a pause before he starts speaking again. His tone is calmer and he even chuckles slightly before continuing.]

You will tell me exactly what I want to know or I will make you regret it. Any more tricks like this and I promise you won't be the only one that suffers.

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[Using that GPS feature, he's on his way to Zarbon's location. This isn't over yet and Tom's ready...or as ready as he can be.]

You're the one that hurt Dende. You nearly killed him and you expect him to just roll over and give up?

[He knows that he's in way over his head but he simply can't just do nothing about it either.]

Look, I don't know what you're personal beef is between you two but don't you think your first point was enough? What has he ever done to you?

...who are you, exactly?

[Disinterest.]

[Looking around but seeing nothing, he doesn't give up but he's really trying to figure out why other than just mugging.]

I'm Officer Hanson. You nearly killed one of the inhabitants of the Manor and I can't just let that go.

[Chuckle.]

Then you're of no concern.

[And no his snark pops up and hisses on the inhale, with big grin. Cocky, oh yes, but not stupid.]

See, I thought you would say something like that, so I prepared something in return of my own.

Concern to you or not, there's probably a dozen more people out there that will be concerned and may try to attack you in retaliation because most of these guys here believe in street justice. Do you know what that means?

How cute. You think you can threaten me.

[Sarcastically.] Was that a threat? [snaps his fingers and mocks defeat] Darn. I was sort of hoping you would buy that. [Psychological warfare a go.]

You saw right through it. [clicks his tongues once.] Well, I guess there's nothing I can do. I'm just a lowly human with no power whatsoever. Oh well, I tried.

[Laughter.]

Don't be so hard on yourself. You can't all be as great as I am.

[Braid flip, though I guess it's voice.]

Even if you did manage to raise an army, I don't see how you could stand a chance against me. So why don't you tell that Namekian to give me what I want?

[If Zarbon could see Tom, he's rolling his eyes about now. Gauging, Tom continues his work.] I guess so. Too bad that I didn't see this greatness of yours personally. I might have asked you for an autograph.

[Yeah...not a chance.] Just curious though, how did you manage to rip his arm off?

[He's checking if it's actual brute strength or if he used a device.]

How did I...?

[Were Earthlings this stupid? Well, his interests were with Dende right now and not them.]

I don't have time for this. Where is the Namekian?

The what?

[Yep, playing dumb was better than giving away too much and besides, he didn't have a clue where he went and he doesn't know that Dende has regenerated his arm yet.]

Have tried looking at the last place you left him?

Of course.

Make no mistake, I will find him.

[He was hoping to buy Dende enough time to heal no matter where he went.]

I'm no doubting you. But don't you think that you're being a little too hash about it? I mean, come on, no one likes a bully.

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Ah, you must be Zarbon. I've heard about you.

[Iroh's voice is calm, level, but there's an edge to it, steely and determined.]

I saw what you did to Dende. And I don't think I can allow you to act like that towards him, or anyone else.

And where is he now?

[No consideration for your words, Iroh.]

I'm not sure. Even if I was, I wouldn't tell you.

I think we need to have a talk, Zarbon. We could share a pot of tea, and you could tell me what it is you're trying to do.

[Negotiations ftw?]

A talk?

[Chuckle.]

You must be joking.

I am not. You clearly have your own agenda, but it doesn't have to come at the cost of everyone else. I am sure we could reach some sort of compromise.

Hmmm...

And what could you offer me?

Well, what is it you want?

Right now, I only want the Namekian.

Ah. Well, I'm afraid I can't give him to you. He's resting now, after you attacked him. Perhaps, though, he'd be willing to talk to you after he recovers.