I grunted as I rammed my fist in to the ugly squid looking thing in front of me. It doubled over in pain, and a quick energy blast finished it off, obliterating what I'm pretty sure was its head. It's kinda hard to tell sometimes.

"Uggh," I looked at my fist in disgust. It had some kind of dark sticky goop all over it, which was either blood or ink. Again, it was hard to tell. Either way it hardly mattered. Our mission was to wipe these fuckers out and we had done just that, and quite well I might add.

After all I was pretty good at killing things. In fact it was what I did best. But that's what all us Saiyans are born for. We are proud warriors, bred to fight and conquer. Then again, even amongst the other Saiyans, I was always considered to be special, exceptionally strong, a fighting prodigy. Again, not surprising. That's what you get when you're an elite, a fact my arrogant little shit of a brother, couldn't help reminding everyone of…constantly.

"What's the matter? Don't tell me the great Korra is afraid to get a little dirty."

I glanced over to my left at my partner Asami, seated on some rocks, and rolled my eyes at her. "Now you of all people know that's not true," I told her with a wink. She laughed, and I gave her a big grin.

I smiled as I looked at her, shaking my head, because of course she was as clean and immaculate as ever. I never understood how she was able to do that. After a fight, her raven hair was as clean and shiny as if she'd just come out of the shower, and the rest of her seemed to be free of any gore/wear and tear. It's both infuriating, and intoxicating.

After wiping my hand off on the dead creature's robes, I made my way over to Asami. Taking her neck in my hand and leaning down to plant a kiss on those beautiful luscious lips, she eagerly returned it. I smiled in to the kiss. It was a privilege I jealously guarded, kissing Asami, because not only was she my partner in battle, but also in life. I was lucky enough to have this beautiful green-eyed woman as my wife.

I drew back, reluctantly parting my lips from the love of my life's. "As much as I'd like to fuck you silly, drenched in the blood of our foes," I said bopping her on the nose with my index finger. "We should do a final sweep of the planet, make sure we got 'em all before we report back to Freeza."

Asami giggled, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. "Oh my, you really do know how to sweet talk a girl don't you?"

I smirked at her, and dramatically flexed my muscles, earning more laughter from my wife. "Well enough to get you to say yes. C'mon babe." We lifted in to the air, Asami going one way and me going the other. We would cover more ground like that.

About halfway through my search, my scouter beeped, alerting me to a small cluster of power levels perhaps two miles away from me. "Hmm," I muttered to myself. "Looks like we missed a few."

I changed direction, tapping a button on my scouter. "Asami," I spoke in to the communicator.

"Asami here," she replied. "Go ahead Korra."

A big smile spread across my face. Even over the speaker, Asami's voice was so beautiful. But at the moment, I had other things to focus on. "I'm reading a grouping of about five power signals not far from me. I'm heading there now."

"Roger that," Asami responded.

I sent her the coordinates, and increased my speed. I was ready to get this mission over and done with and get home to a nice soothing bath…preferably one that included a very wet and very naked Asami.

It may have seemed like overkill to some, informing Asami for five measly power readings, none of which measured even close to me, but we had had too many close calls in the past, and that made us careful. Thus we developed a system, which allowed us to work together more efficiently. We communicated almost constantly when apart, and watched each other's backs when together. Either way, one of us was always ready to come to the other's aid.

Before long I was over the city where the readings were coming from, or rather, the remains of the city after we had finished with it. It was a pile of rubble really. I landed, scanning the area until I zeroed in on the life signs. There they were, a few buildings away from me, probably hiding in a cellar or something. How typical of the weak races that pollute this galaxy.

My boots crunched through the rubble as I marched forwards, aiming for the cellar door where I knew the last of their pitiful race was hiding. The old doors folded like cheese, crumbling easily under one kick, and I dropped down in to the darkness of the cellar

I crouched for a moment, taking in the silence of this damp, dark place, after my conspicuous entry. I strained my ears, searching for the signs of life forms, and for a moment all I could hear was the scuffling of small animals inside the walls. And then…Aha, I smiled. There, in the corner. Now that I could hear them, I sniffed the air, filtering out the musty smell of the cellar, and locating the more fish like scent of these weirdo squid people.

I reached up, switching my scouter to infrared, one of the perks of being with a genius like Asami. She had made adjustments to all of our tech, making us more deadly in combat.

Turning my gaze to the corner, I lay eyes at last on my prey. There were four of them, one adult and three smaller children. Noncombatants. I smirked. Perfect. Rising, I casually made my way over to the group, watching as the elder one, probably their mother, attempted to shield the young ones from me with her body. Foolish. As if that would save them.

I was only assuming it was a she of course, but it was slimmer than the warrior specimens we had encountered up above. And we had nothing to compare her to as most of the civilians had been wiped out in our initial attack. That had been a breeze, as I had known it would be. I timed our arrival with the full moon on this planet, a frequent occurrence on this wet, water filled world, and they had been no match for Asami and I in our Oozaru forms. Then again, few things were.

But I had no time for fond memories at the moment. I had bugs to squash. As I approached, the thing shrieked at me, its horrible clicks and shrieks being translated by my scouter automatically. Another handy adjustment made by my genius wife.

"Please," the pathetic being in front of me pleaded, it's beaklike mouth clicking and clacking incessantly at me. "Why are you doing this to us? We've done nothing to you!"

I said nothing, staring down at them and raising up my palm, preparing an energy attack. "Be quiet," I said gruffly.

"Please," it tried again. "Do what you want with me, but spare my children. Have mercy."

I laughed. "Oh I'll have mercy." For a moment it looked hopeful. Please, as if I was actually going to let them live. "I promise, your deaths will be swift. You won't feel a thing." I smirked at them. "After all…I really do love soft targets." I fired, obliterating them in an instant as I promised I would, only a faint sizzling sound and a settling of dust marking their end.

I left the cellar quickly, switching my scouter off of infrared. My boots hit the ground, and I groaned, stretching my neck and arms, hearing the pops and creaks of my body. I was so ready to get off this rock.

I took off, returning to my earlier patrol route, finishing up quickly and finding Asami already at the rendezvous point. As I landed, she looked up at me, smiling. My heart skipped a beat as it always did, at her beautiful smile.

"What took you so long?" she asked me and I rolled my eyes at her.

"Yeah, yeah," I spoke, waving my hand at her. "Did you find anything?"

She shook her head, her amazing dark hair bouncing around her face before settling just as perfectly as before. "Not a thing. What about those power levels you told me about?"

"Nothing," I said. "Just some civilian remnants in a cellar. Didn't even break a sweat." I flexed, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively at her.

She laughed, walking over and walking her fingers suggestively up my arms. "That's a shame," she whispered sultrily in to my ear. "I would have loved to see this glorious body all shiny with sweat."

I leaned in and kissed her, whispering back when I pulled away. "I always knew you only loved me for my body."

She laughed. "You found me out." She kissed me again.

I laughed back and pulled away slightly. "Well," I spoke lightly, poking her on the nose with my finger. "Shall we get out of here?"

She nodded. "I do believe we shall."

I reached in to my armor, pulling out the small remote that I would use to call my pod to this location. I saw Asami begin to do the same but reached up, stopping her hand. She gave me a curious look, and I smirked at her, reaching my own hand under her armor for her remote.

"Aah!" she screeched, giggling as I blatantly groped her, only halfheartedly looking for the remote to her pod. "Korra!"

I smirked at her, thoroughly enjoying myself. "Oh dear," I said, in mock concern. "I can't seem to find your remote 'Sami. Something seems to be in my way. Hmmm," I placed my free hand on my chin, as if contemplating. "What could it be? Oh yes! I know." I leaned forward, enjoying the blush on her face, and whispered sultrily in to her ear. "It's these big beautiful breasts of yours." Happily, I latched on to her right breast and gave a nice firm squeeze, before running my thumb over the nipple. I felt her shudder and felt the nipple harden at my touch. My smirk widened. I love toying with her like this since she does it so effortlessly to me all the time without even touching me.

Chuckling, with cheeks burning a dark red, she playfully shoved me away, and I stepped back, crossing my arms, a victorious grin on my face.

"Perv," she chided me halfheartedly.

"And you love me for it," I countered.

She laughed, hiding her mouth behind her hand. I love the way her face looks with that read streak across it. "I do," she agreed quietly, her smile sweet and loving.

My smirk softened as well. I love this woman so ridiculously much after all. Hey, we're Saiyans, but we're not heartless. At least…not all of us are, especially not to our own kind.

I watched, as Asami reached in to her armor, pulling out her own remote and calling her pod as well, and within minutes, both of our ships came roaring in overhead, slowing rapidly and touching down mere feet from us.

Stepping forward, I extended my hand towards Asami. "Milady," I offered with a bounce of my eyebrows, causing Asami to giggle again and accept my hand.

"Oh my," she responded with mock surprise. "How chivalrous."

I helped her up, laughing. "I do have SOME redeeming qualities you know."

"Mmm, you sure do." Asami gave me a spank on my ass, making me smile.

We joined hands, walking toward our pods, when the sound of shifting stones caught our attention. Looking to the left, across Asami, I watched, an eyebrow raised in curiosity, as one of the squid creatures crawled out of a pile of rubble. It was bulkier than the women and children I had disposed of earlier, so that meant it was a combat variety. A "male," if you will. And it looked damaged, the same dark liquid that had coated my hand before, covering much of its face and body. It was so near death, no wonder it didn't show up on our scouters.

"Oops," Asami said nonchalantly, chuckling. "Looks like we missed one."

"After you," I insisted, sweeping my hand towards the pathetic looking creature invitingly.

"Why thank you." Asami smiled at me, leaning down to give me a quick peck on the cheek. "How generous."

"I aim to please." I grinned at her.

Pausing, Asami raised her hand, gathering red energy in her palm, but held off, cocking her head curiously as the creature began to talk, its voice raspy, and punctuated by bloody coughs and gurgles.

"Th-the one you serve is…is cruel a-an-d ruthless. May you be rewarded," it paused to cough up a large globule of goop. "For your…service…as we were."

Asami apparently had, had enough because she blasted the thing in the next instant.

"Well that was ominous," she commented, looking at me.

"Ooooooh," I mocked in a ghostly tone, wiggling my fingers around, making her laugh. "I am a spoooooky squid man! Fear me!"

This made her laugh harder, and she held on to me to avoid falling, wiping tears out of her eyes. She turned to face me, taking my other hand in hers, and I looked up to meet her eyes.

"Hey," she said quietly, squeezing my hands.

"Hmm?" I gave her a smile.

"I love you," she told me, the affection in her gaze and in her voice obvious.

I smiled widely at her. "I love you too," I started pulling her towards the pods. "Now come on. I wanna get home and get you out of that armor." I licked my lips in anticipation, and heard her laugh.

"Perv," she chided as we reluctantly separated hands, and stood at the doors to our pods.

"And you love it," I countered.

In response, she just winked at me, and my heart thumped a bit faster in my chest, before we both climbed in to our pods.

Settling in to my seat, I activated the computer once the door closed, and set the destination for Planet Vegeta. We were at the outer edge of the galaxy, and so the journey home would take about two weeks or so, (our ships were faster than most, once again thanks to my brilliant genius of a wife), so that was plenty of time to sleep. As I closed my eyes, the induced hibernation in my pod activating, and easing me in to unconsciousness, I thought of the reward waiting for me at home -specifically a wet and naked Asami in the bath, and later, writhing in pleasure underneath me- and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

It didn't seem possible. We had returned to Planet Vegeta, mission successful, expecting a welcome, a feast and a warm bed. Instead we had found…nothing. Absolutely nothing. Planet Vegeta just…wasn't there. It was gone. Nothing left but a big pile of space dust. In an instant, our entire race, the Saiyan warriors that had been feared throughout the galaxy, the mightiest warriors to ever exist, whom I had thought invincible, had been wiped out. My father, my brother, Asami's father, all wiped out of existence in an instant.

And Freeza. Oh Freeza, that mother fucker. He had been there, and he was still there when we arrived. I of course went to see him, and the lying bastard claimed it was a meteor that had destroyed our home world. As if I was about to believe that.

Now why do I say this? Well it was quite obvious what had happened. Every energy attack leaves behind a signature, a trail if you will, or a footprint. And our scouters are advanced enough that we can pick up on these signatures. Hell, any ordinary scouter could probably pick up on this one. It was one hell of an energy footprint. It was huge. Absolutely massive. Planet destroying size. The only one I know with energy that would leave a mark that size is Freeza.

Freeza even had the gal to apologize for my loss, as if he hadn't been the one to destroy my planet, my entire race. And he did it the way he always did, with that cocky little smirk on his smug prick face, and that, "I'm so superior to you," tone. I confronted him with the clear evidence of the energy footprint. I flat out accused him of blowing up the planet himself, and he looked me straight in the eye and said I was, "Searching for answers, and clearly maddened in my grief," and that he would overlook my insolence if I simply apologized, and admitted the fact, and that it was a meteor that blew up Planet Vegeta.

I'm ashamed to say I lost my cool. I attacked Freeza, that lying bastard, with everything I had, but it just wasn't enough. In fact, I didn't even come close. It was terrifying. I had heard Freeza was powerful. I KNEW it for a fact, but I never dreamed he'd be THAT strong. I should have known from the initial reading my scouter gave me. I should have kept myself under control. But I didn't, and I paid the price for my foolishness, or my "insolence" as Freeza put it. He beat me within an inch of my life, and I woke up in a healing tank hours later, with Asami looking on worriedly. I suppose I got off easy, and I'm exceedingly lucky he didn't kill me, or worse, punish Asami for my mistakes.

And then there was the icing on the cake. I had to go crawling back to that bastard on my knees, like a dog, the bastard that destroyed my planet and my race, and beg forgiveness. I had to admit that clearly my grief had overwhelmed me, and that I had acted foolishly out of misplaced emotion and grief. I had to bow down to that fucker with his smug little grin, and the whole time he was looking at me and he KNEW. He knew that I knew, and he didn't care.

Now Asami and I hugged each other tighter as we sat on the bed, whimpering in to each other as we rocked back and forth, a display of weakness we would never consider showing in front of others, but with just us alone in a private room in Freeza's station, and with Freeza elsewhere, we could let our emotions run a bit more freely.

I pulled away from Asami after a while, and we sat next to each other, silent in our mourning, our hands clasped together between us. We had removed our armor, and scouters, leaving us in just our underclothes. I glanced at it, currently piled in the corner. Asami preferred leggings, in red of course, to match her armor scheme of red and black, while I was sporting the legless version of the under-armor outfit, again to match my preference for my sleeveless, rather common looking armor I usually wore, though my scheme was blue and white.

One would almost mistake me for a lower class Saiyan if not for the crest on my armor and the higher quality. I had another set, of full battle armor, again in blue and white, complete with blue jumpsuit, equipped with thigh and crotch protection, cape and matching white gloves and boots. It was currently stored away in my pod. Asami usually wore a full set of armor similar to mine, with shoulder guards, thigh and crotch protection, though she didn't have the cape, and her boots and wrist guards were more akin to what a lower class warrior would wear. The only other difference was that she lacked the upper portion of the jumpsuit I had the option to wear. Our scouters matched our themes as well, mine being blue and Asami's red.

I shook my head, wondering where this tangent had come from, and turned my gaze away from the pile of armor in the corner. As much as I hated it, Freeza probably had a point about grief affecting me…affecting both of us.

Instinctively, without us even realizing it, my tail had curled itself around Asami's and vice versa, as we sought comfort, though it wasn't all that surprising. A Saiyan's tail is a very expressive part of our bodies, used to convey emotions much like an animal's would be, though it's more nuanced with us. Either way, you can tell a lot about a Saiyan's mood by looking at their tail.

And my mood? Well at the moment, it's a mixture of crippling sadness, and pure unadulterated rage.

I clenched my right hand hard, anger seeping from every pore in my body, my teeth grinding together. I could feel the power in me, I had grown stronger thanks to my near death experience at the hands of Freeza. I have my Saiyan biology to thank for that. The more we fight, the stronger we get, and the more damage we take, and survive, the stronger we become for the hardship.

"I'm gonna kill him," I growled through clenched teeth.

"Korra," Asami tried to caution, rubbing my arm in an attempt to soothe me.

"No," I shook my head. "I'm gonna do it. I don't care how long it takes, or how many times I have to get beaten down to do it. One day I'll look that smug prick in the face, and I'll make him admit the truth. I'll make him admit that he killed everyone we know and love, that he blew up our planet and destroyed our race. And then, when he's on his knees, begging me for mercy…I'll give him none. I'll kill him. The galactic tyrant will die by my hand if it's the last thing I do. I swear it."

Asami was silent for a long while, and I was beginning to wonder if she had fallen asleep. I looked over, taking in her beautiful half-naked form, with concern in her green eyes. Normally a sight like that would have me all kinds of horny, but though both of us had our breasts exposed, understandably, neither of us was in the mood for sexy times.

"We'll have to be careful," Asami eventually spoke, sounding thoughtful.

"So you'll support me then?" I don't know why I doubted. Asami was always by my side, supporting me as I supported her no matter what.

"Of course." She smiled at me, squeezing my hand, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"It wont be easy," I cautioned. "I fought him and he's crazy strong. Stronger than anyone else we've ever faced. And…well…you saw where that got me." I rubbed my hand on the back of my neck, looking at the floor.

Asami nodded. "I did. We'll have to gather allies. It doesn't seem like we'll be able to beat him alone. And if the rumors I hear are true…"

"What," I prompted when she didn't continue. "What rumors? What did you hear?"

She seemed reluctant to share with me, biting her lip, and scratching her head with her free hand.

I turned to face her on the bed more fully, taking her other hand, and looking straight in to her eyes. "Asami," I implored, briefly taking my hand and stroking her cheek, brushing a lock of her soft black hair behind her ear. "Tell me. Please. I promise, whatever you have to say, I can take it. I won't freak out, or do anything rash."

Asami breathed out slowly, closing her eyes a moment before looking at me intently, and speaking softly.

"I've heard, and mind you these are only rumors, that Freeza can get even more powerful. They say he hides his true strength because it's just too terrible to control. The form he uses? It isn't even his final form. He uses it to help reign in his power."

I felt like I had been punched…well by Freeza I guess. All the air left my lungs in a rush, and I slumped slightly. Freeza…could get even stronger? He was hiding even MORE power than the ungodly amount he could already display? Exactly how much stronger could the dictator get? I'm a Saiyan elite. One of the strongest fighters in the universe so far as I'm aware, and it had been child's play for the Frost Demon to hand me my ass on a silver platter.

I turned away from Asami, swinging my legs back over the bed, and holding my head in my hands. "Fuck," I cursed shortly, and looked back at Asami.

She shrugged. "That about sums it up," she agreed, nodding.

I couldn't help it. I had to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all: Two lone Saiyans planning to take on a seemingly invincible dictator…and with what army?

"Damn," I cursed again. "What I wouldn't give for a Saiyan army right about now."

Asami smiled sympathetically, reaching over and rubbing my arm again. "Well we don't have an army. It's just us, at least for now. But I think we're heading in the right direction. If we want to win we're either going to need an army, or we're both going to have to become ridiculously strong. Strong enough to beat Freeza on our own."

"God damn you're sexy when you talk about killing people," I responded enthusiastically. "And even sexier when you actually do it. Have I ever mentioned that?" I leaned in, rubbing our noses together, causing Asami to giggle.

"You could stand to mention it more," she answered smugly.

We untangled our tails, lying down on the bed, facing each other, propped up on our elbows.

"So we're really going to do it then," I had to ask, had to confirm. "We're really going to kill Freeza…or die trying?"

"Or die trying," Asami confirmed.

So that's it then. Asami and I are going to build an army. We're going to gather as many powerful allies as we can and take down the man who claims to be the most powerful being in the universe, the man who killed our race, or we would die trying. There was no other option. There was no middle ground. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I pulled Asami close to me, kissing her deeply, which she eagerly returned, and slowly, it got more and more heated.

That's the thing about Saiyans. We bounce back from adversity rather quickly. Even the destruction of our planet and most of our race wasn't going to stop us forever. Plus, the resolution Asami and I had just made to get our revenge on the killer responsible was a massive pick-me-up.

Probing at the entrance to her mouth with my tongue, she opened and let me in, and when our tongues met, I sucked in a breath at the touch through my nose, hearing Asami do the same.

Even after all the years we've been together, kissing her like this was still a thrill.

Slowly, we readjusted, me gently pushing, and rolling Asami on to her back, and I straddled her hips, my hands on either side of her head, supporting me.

Unfortunately for the both of us, we did need to breathe, and thus eventually had to pull apart for air, a thin trail of saliva connecting our mouths.

"Hey," I said quietly, breaking the string. Asami was breathing heavy slow breaths, her face and chest flushed, and her eyes darkened with lust, and judging by the way I was feeling, I was in a similar state.

"Hmm," she hummed in question, rather distracted.

"We should see if we can get any Saiyan allies. There have to have been others who were off planet like us. There must be other survivors. We can't be the last two Saiyans in existence."

"Mmhmm," Asami agreed. "Sounds perfect." And she pulled me back in to continue where we left off.

A/N: Should I continue this? It's fun to write and I have plans for this story and at least two sequels, but let me know what you guys think. As always, reviews are encouraged and appreciated! Enjoy!