************Scarlet Eyes**************
~~By: Peatal Dende Alota Chickorita
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The Saiya-jin and Super Saiya-jin belong to the creator of DBZ. All the active characters in this story were created by me, therefore they are mine.
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Spink always told me I was different from what was left of the Saiya-jin. I believed him. I don't remember ever having my tail. Spink told me it was cut off my our mother when I was a baby. She had tried to burn his off, but had failed, it scorched it somewhat to this day. I was also different because I didn't have black hair, I had a deep brown color hair. Neither Spink nor I could figure out how else I was different, but there WAS something. Nobody could quite place it.
I sat beside Spink at the Op 3 café (Op stands for Operating Stations). In all, there were about 5 Ops. Ops were circular space station like artificial mini-planets, except we didn't live ON the Op, we lived IN the Op. On each of these Ops, there were about 10 stations. Each station had/held about 25-30 people. The café was located in the center of Op 3, on the middle floor. The classrooms and Training Center A were on the floors below the café and the Control Centers, Artificial Land Room and Training Center B were on the floors above. Scattered throughout the Op were the stations.
I glanced at Spink. He hadn't even touched his sandwich. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. What kind of Saiya-jin didn't eat his lunch? "You're my little sis, I swore to look after you," he answered, a little too dramatically for my liking. Aw, shut up. I'm going because I want to get off this stupid Op!" I answered, annoyed. "What's a promise to a dead guy, anyway?" I asked. He got up and left. "Fine, be that way!" I yelled at him, even though I knew he couldn't hear me. I picked up his sandwich and went to our Station Lobby.