A/N: So I'm back with this fanfic. Yes this is re-written, as I have noticed many flaws from the original and would like to correct. So I've started over and have a new concept but with old ideas. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, as it owns to FUNimation, Toei Animation, Fuji TV, and Akira Toriama. I only own Kurisima. I do not own some of the dialogue and ideas, as those are from TeamFourStar. That shit is funny. Please support the official release.
Chapter 1
Black eyes followed the subtle, yet nervous flicks of the reptilian tail. Conical horns popped over the back of the floating 'throne'. A slight humming was in the air due to the ship's gravity generator. It was calming for the owner of the observational eyes. It made them feel so much better. So much more powerful. Like they were the leader or dictator in this situation, not the elite soldier. But this wasn't any soldier, it was THE soldier.
Jagged black hair flowed behind this soldier, down to the middle of their back (a more feminine version of the human Yamcha's hairstyle). The bangs, separated into two long parts that framed the face, were thick and pushed up before going down into a point. The middle of the length of the mane of hair was pulled together to form a ponytail in a sorts. It was loose and pushed the top of the hair up, much like a less pointy version of Vegeta's hairstyle. The eyebrows were thick, a feminine thick, and dark. Coal-black eyes stared from thickly lashed eyes. Dark tan skin causing full red lips to pop against the complexion.
The armor was an electric blue and gold. The breast plates were gold, a dark blue jewel at the top meeting point. A shoulder piece was on the soldier's right side, the rim electric blue and the ribbing gold. The torso piece had gold ribbing and the rest was electric blue. A hip piece came off of the left side of the soldier, the colors and design the same as the shoulder piece. It stretched down to the top of the knee, going from thick to thin.
Black spandex took up the under dressing. It was off-the-shoulder and stretched all the way to the wrists. The bottom barely fit across large hips, taking on a bikini bottom look. The thighs were completely exposed, showing tanned skin. A red collar started at the blue jewel and was much like that of Dracula's collar, except thinner and pointier. A one shoulder, red cape was attached to the right side, hooked to the shoulder pad. It went to mid-thigh and was in a v-shape (the point of the 'v' was on the side facing away from the body, then it billowed out towards the body). It covered the right hand, as it was the soldier's dominant one. Electric blue gloves stretched to elbow level, the palms were green. They were tight, unlike normal saiyan gloves, and fit perfectly. The boots went to mid-thigh and were electric blue in color too, the soles being green just like the palm of the gloves. There was no heel, the soldier didn't see the necessity of those pestering things. Lastly, a small trinket lay across the chest. It started at the back of the neck, and expanded out and around the chest into a huge red gem that was attached onto the shoulder pad. The gem was attached to a gold, flimsy rod which acted like necklace chains. But this rod was very thick and was very smooth. It was an outfit fit for an elite soldier.
Ah, but there is one asset that is missing. An asset that was cut away from this soldier when she was barely a child. A tail, which now was absent from their body, was the key. The tail of the saiyan race. This soldier's tail used to be black as night, the slightest hint of brown on the tip of the furry asset. But now it was gone. Gone from existence and from this soldier's body. This soldier was also not happy it was gone. Taken from her by Frieza himself so she could not transform like the rest of her species. She loathed him for that fact.
The soldier's name? Her true name is Kurisima, a proud saiyan name. Most don't call her that though. Most don't even know who or what she is. All they call her, if they know her, is Shi. Those who call her that, gave her that name for a reason. She was known for being Frieza's most ruthless killer and soldier. Kurisima was even more ruthless than Vegeta (yet they did not know of each other or their existence). She earned the nice armor for her loyalty and always completed work. Shi meant death, and that she was.
And so, Kurisima (we shall call her that for this story, as it is her true name) stood patiently, watching the back of the reptilian man in front of her. She knew he was nervous of her, everyone was and had a different reason to. Frieza's men feared her for her work. Frieza feared her out of insecurity. He believed she would stab him in the back once she had the chance, but he had no evidence to back up his theory. The only evidence was in her head, and that was untraceable.
"You asked for me, Lord Frieza," a cold, dark voice rang out. It's source was Kurisima. She was also known to have either a dark smirk or no expression. Her voice was described as that of a hardened warrior who knew nothing of compassion but everything pertaining to darkness; her voice pierce your ears like ice, they would say. It wasn't rough, it wasn't smooth. It wasn't warm, it wasn't frozen. It was like an icicle; a smooth-rough mix and cold enough to be near frozen.
"Ah yes, Kurisima," a feminine voice responded. "When we reach the pitiful planet, Namek, I wish for you to bring either Zarbon or Dodoria," the irritatingly high voice commanded. The voice was none other than Lord Frieza's. His feminine voice matched his feminine features perfectly. Sometimes people did think him a woman, but they didn't live to correct their mistake. Kurisima found it entertaining though when people called him a woman, it proved his stereotypical feminine whininess. As he was very whiny, which Kurisima did not find entertaining.
Kurisima visibly winced at the two choices given to her. She loathed Dodoria and his ways (he was too dumb for his own good). Zarbon was…Zarbon. Yes, she thought he was quite good looking, but she swore his '"girlfriend's" name was Chuck. Also, he was damn straight ugly when he transformed into his toad thingy. Kurisima shivered again when she thought about seeing him when he did that. Poor thing, knowing it was as ugly, if not uglier than Dodoria, when he transformed.
"Are you sure, my lord?" Kurisima bent down onto her right knee, her left arm resting across her left knee in a position of respect. She lifted her head up fully, knowing she had caught her lord's attention. "Dodoria is too slow for me, and Zarbon…" Kurisima just sighed and shook her head, "is Zarbon." She used her old excuse, hoping it would work.
"Very well," Frieza waved a hand, still not facing her. He watched the stars move past them as they moved closer to Namek. Frieza had a weird obsession with stars. They showed him that you really were one in a million. There were never two of the same stars, Frieza knew this. His father, King Cold, often compared Frieza to his elder brother, Cooler. The brothers hated it, but in different ways. Cooler didn't want to be compared to, as he said, "a whiny child who doesn't know shit". Frieza hated Cooler in general, since he was the better brother. He was smarter, stronger, and loved far more than Frieza. But King Cold loved Frieza, he was his daddy's princess. Frieza shuddered at that and banished those thoughts from his mind.
"Thank you my lord, I won't let you down," Kurisima bowed her head again and rose from the ground. Her toned legs lifted her with ease and her body gracefully turned. "I won't let you down…yet," she muttered to herself, knowing Frieza would never hear her. She had plans to annihilate the reptilian tyrant. Plans that would take a while to come together. Of course she wouldn't pull a Bardock and be stupid about it. No, her plan would come together nicely if everything went fine here.
"Make sure I don't regret it," Frieza stated. "Dismissed," he commanded, watching the saiyan nod before walking out of his control room. He had kept Kurisima a secret from Vegeta. He had to keep it this way if he didn't want to be overthrown. Fear was his weapon against his own army. Threatening them with pain if they uttered a single word of Kurisima near Vegeta. It had worked and was still working. He just hoped they wouldn't meet on Namek. God help him if they did.
"Come on Zarbon, you'll always lose if you-" Kurisima was cut off by a kick to her stomach. The wind rushed out of her like a tempest. Her glove hand reached for the throbbing section of her body, grasping it as if it would get rid of the pain. "Motherfucker," she gasped, still reaching for breath. This was the first time Zarbon had her in a vulnerable state in a while. She always beat him, even when he was in that ugly ass form (which he was at the moment).
A guttural laugh resounded from the ugly thing in front of her. "You would win more if you weren't a cocky bitch," Zarbon countered. He grasped his own stomach, attacked by his laughter. Kurisima sent him a spine-chilling glare, but sighed and mumbled for help. Zarbon switched to his normal, gorgeous form and smirked. He put a hand to his ear, as if he needed help hearing, "What was that Kurisima? You need help?" He couldn't stop sniggering, even now.
"Fuck off, you green pretty boy," Kurisima muttered, finally catching her much needed breath. Zarbon and Kurisima (although she did hate fighting with him) were close. They could be considered friends, if Kurisima had that much emotion. Sadly, she didn't, so she tolerated him. He was her training partner and if she needed it, a person to relate to. Dodoria was too stupid, Frieza was Frieza, and everyone else was too annoying. Oh god, especially Qui. The bastard was so annoying, Kurisima was tempted to blow her head off sometimes.
Zarbon wiped a tear away from his eye and offered Kurisima his hand. She struggled to accept it, her saiyan pride telling her not to accept the green hand. "My god Kurisima, just accept my damn hand," Zarbon groaned, knowing how prideful she was. She reminded him of Vegeta and at this, Zarbon had to stop a shiver.
"Fine," Kurisima huffed, laying her hand into Zarbon's. He pulled her up off the metal ground with ease, showing his strength. Zarbon was built, like really built. His biceps bulged and his torso was well-defined. Kurisima didn't like him, no not like that. But even the coldest of women can't help but enjoy a nice sight once in a while, even if the sight was a green alien that had a "girlfriend" named Chuck (or at least Frieza and Kurisima thought).
"See, all bet-" Zarbon was interrupted by pain shooting through his abdomen. He clutched his arms around his midsection, closing his eyes tightly. He couldn't believe Kurisima just did that. But at the same time, he could. It was freaking Kurisima for crying out loud. Why he helped her up? He didn't know, he was being nice. However, that didn't sit well with Kurisima. It never sat well with her if you helped up your opponent. That was the flaw with Zarbon, Kurisima had noted long ago and Zarbon had noted too. He was too nice sometimes to those near him.
"Now I'm beating you," Kurisima held an outstretched hand towards Zarbon's crinkled forehead. "One flick, and you're as dead as planet Vegeta, green boy," she powered up, as if she was about to shoot a beam. Zarbon could feel the heat of her one-handed attack against his sweaty skin, not daring to look at it. "Do I let you live, or kill you?" the saiyan questioned, cocking her head. She was silent for a minute before Zarbon could feel the attack dissipate. A hand attached itself onto his armor, pulling him close to her face. Zarbon opened his eyes to see a snarling Kurisima.
"Don't make this mistake," her red lips growled out, her tanned nose touching his green one, "again." She dropped him on the ground and strutted out of the training room, not looking back at the stunned alien.
"One…last…time," Kurisima gasped, sweat beads trailing down her forehead. She was out of breath, not from a kick to the stomach, but from trying to reach the top. The top of her race. She was trying to become the legendary super saiyan. Of course it only happened every one-thousand years, but she had to try. She hoped and prayed that she would become the legendary super saiyan everyday with training. But, everyday, exhausted from training, she would fail. Fail time and again. And she was getting tired of failing.
She tried powering up one last time, the tips of her bangs turning the slightest shade of brown instead of the normal black. Ecstatic with this new development, Kurisima lost her cool and her focus was broken. She watched in pure disappointment as the hair turned back to black. But she couldn't help but feel as if this was meant to happen. As if one of the Super Kami's had kept her from reaching this far. There had to be a way though. A way to reach the legendary level of skill. Kurisima would find out, no matter what.
A message blinked on her scouter. She stood from her resting position and went to her table/stand. She sat down on her bed and opened the message, the scouter far more advanced than some. She didn't realize, through her training that someone had tried to contact her. Usually she would notice but maybe this time she was just so in tune. Sighing, she played the message:
"Hello Kurisima,
It's Jeice. Cap wanted me to send a message questioning whether or not you'll accept the position on the team. You don't have to, but I think we would all liked it if you joined, because personally Cap and I both agreed that we need a greater fighter. You're fast, strategical, and great at strikes. We really need a strong person like you, Kurisima.
Love, Jeice
P.S. Come down to Space Australia again sometime, the weather is great right now!"
Kurisima smiled at the voice message from the Space Australian. Jeice was a red man with long white hair. He had a good-looking face, Kurisima could admit. He was a little taller than her but way younger. She thought he had a little crush on her, which she found funny. He was adorable. Yes, an emotionless person like Kurisima found things funny and adorable…rarely. But Jeice was a special exception. He reminded her of her best friend who had a cute crush on her when she was only a kid. She sighed, a deep frown on her pretty face. Thoughts with emotion led to emotion, and she couldn't have baggage.
Kurisima sent a quick message back, informing Jeice she would think about it for a little bit longer and she had a mission. But she promised to visit Space Australia in the near future and to see him again. She wished him well and sent the message. She placed her red scouter over her eye and noticed the time. She only had a little bit left before she had to go to the docking bay. Frieza had spotted a planet without much technology but it was nice and would prove a nice sum of money. Her mission was to clear it of life in only a few hours, as they still had to get to Namek.
She pushed her armor over her head, it getting damp slightly from the scarce sweat droplets that formed at her small widows peak. She attached the shoulder pad onto her right and latched the caped onto it. Kurisima grabbed her boots from the side of her cot and pulled them up her legs, the blue shining in the light. Her gloves lied on the table but she snatched those up too, her fingers flexing into them. Kurisima checked if she was missing anything and found herself satisfied. Smirking, she exited her room, locking it behind her.
Kurisima walked around the circle-shaped ship, searching for Zarbon. The green bastard has got to be here somewhere, she thought. She had walked around the ship, her boots clanking against the purple-hued metal floors for about ten minutes now. She had checked all of the training rooms, showers (she shivered at that), and even his room. The lights above her reached down to her midnight black hair, as if trying to give her ideas. She had no idea where the bastard was! Kurisima raked her brain and memories for any sign of knowledge or insight. Training, showers, his room, girlfriend…girlfriend! That's it!
Kurisima raced down the hall to her right, searching for the main purple door. She rolled her eyes at Frieza's color choice. There was pink and purple everywhere. "I swear he is a girl, just like Dodoria," Kurisima muttered. She sniggered a bit, thinking of any way to make fun of them for it. The ways she could get 'neath their skin were infinite. She knew King Cold called Frieza once, "my little princess". Oh, that was too good to pass up. Yeah, she was going to use that one day.
Kurisima entered into the control room, Zarbon's back facing her, the screen going static. He must've just ended the call with Chuck, she thought amusedly. He turned towards her and her cold face went on. "C'mon, we have a small purging to do on an almost desolate planet," she ordered almost. She wasn't allowed to order Dodoria or Zarbon, as they were almost the same rank. Although, they both followed what she said like orders.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Zarbon said, mimicking Kurisima's evil smirk. They both laughed almost evilly and shot away from the control room towards the docking bay.