A.N. - I own nothing except my made up characters. But I do not own Max, Charlie, Noisy Boy, or Atom! Thank you please read and review!
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It was the best night of her life. Or rather the best fight. She'd followed in her dad's footsteps and surpassed where he'd stopped. Not that he'd willingly stopped; he had to because he'd died that fateful day. But I'm getting ahead of the story here. Where to start? Well I guess I should start at the beginning.
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"It's a girl." The nurse said handing Jennifer Zaba her new born. Jen wished the father was there but he'd left for a fight.
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I know, I know! It's not enough but let me say something! This was a common occurrence. No, not having a baby! The father being away at a fight. You see Jen was what you could call 'unofficially' married to him but they loved each other and what they did. Yes, they may have lost some money but they could earn it back. However, things could change in an instant.
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5 years old
"Come on Zada! Move! Left, right left! Good! Nice aim!" her father called as she sparred in the ring. The ring was where Zada belonged; it was in her blood, heart and soul.
As she finished a policeman walked up to her dad. They exchanged a few sad words, and the officer placed a hand on his shoulder. Slowly her father turned to look at her before turning back to the officer and they exchanged more sad words before the officer left.
"Come here, Za." Her father said hoisting her onto his lap as they sat in the now quiet gym. Her dad had cleared out the gym as soon as the policeman had left.
"What is it Daddy?" She asked her innocent gray eyes looking into his blue ones.
He delicately tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear, "Honey, Mommy had an… accident."
"Is she hurt?" Even though she was young his daughter always seemed to understand things beyond her years.
"Mommy won't be coming home." He said trying to be strong as tears welled in his daughter's eyes as she understood exactly what he was trying to say, "It's okay. I promise we'll make it through this together." He whispered pulling her to his chest as a tear escaped and slipped down his cheek.
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17 years old
Ever since her mother had died she and her dad had been inseparable. Though they loved boxing, the robots these big companies kept coming out with were slowly but surely taking over. Sure young boys and boys that wanted to train robots still took lessons but it almost wasn't enough.
"Okay, you're good enough to spar Zada now." Her dad said walking over with an older boy to the ring as he gave his daughter a nod. She had a lesson coming up in ten minutes but the little boys always love to watch sparring sessions. She stopped her jump rope training and got in the ring putting on sparring gear.
"You want me to spar a girl! " The boy laughed.
"Zach, don't underestimate her. You should never underestimate an opponent. But she's been doing this since she could walk." Her dad warned.
Zach took the gear she handed him smugly and lazily put his arms up to start.
The bell rang and Zada came at him with hard quick left uppercut, followed by a right roundhouse that had him seeing stars. Zach stumbled back and Zada kept coming. Left, right, left she landed everyone until he fell to the floor.
"Next time, I suggest you take my daughter seriously, Zach." Her dad said leaning over him.
"How long did I last?" He asked painfully.
"About twenty seconds." Zada snapped, "You gonna try again or are you just gonna lay there?"
Slowly Zach got up and back into position.
"One question." Zada said, "Are you gonna listen to me and my father now?"
"Yes." He grunted.
"Without question?"
"Yes!"
"Tell me sincerely." She growled.
"Yes, I promise." Zach said sincerely.
The bell rang and they started their training again. As Zada's class watched awed at what had happened.
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You know it's funny that Zada's name means the lucky one because she sure didn't feel lucky. Especially after this.
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21 Years Old
As Zada watched her dad spar an old friend she couldn't help but think that he'd lived up to his name.
Vincenzo Xander had conquered almost every opponent he'd faced. From the mid-weight championship, to being a sudden single dad, to keeping up with the robot fighting that was becoming more and more popular, and even keeping his gym open.
Vincenzo means conquerer and in her eyes he could conquer anything.
Suddenly her dad fell, Zada rushed for him jumping over the ropes in a single bound. She ripped off the head gear, "Dad! Dad! What's wrong? Dad!" she yelled franticly.
The friend called 911 while Zada continued to try and wake him up.
"Dad! Wake up danmmit! Wake up! Dad! Dad!" she cried, shaking him as tears streamed down her face. By the time the ambulance got there it was too late.
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The one thing he couldn't conquer… death. I know, I know it's sad but trust me, this is where it gets interesting.
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7 Years Later
Zada woke up to a poke in her side, "You gotta move your truck before it gets towed." A janitor said.
She rolled onto he hands and knees and slowly got up as head ached. She made her way to her truck, which had a group of men around it.
"Okay, away from my truck before I knock you all out." She growled pushing her way through them.
"Hey! You're the girl whose bot got destroyed last night!" One of them called.
"What's it to ya?" She snarled her head protesting the noise and light.
"Well afterwards you got pretty drunk." Another man said.
"What? A woman ain't allowed to drink a little?" She snapped defensively.
"Well I wanted to show you a good time but I didn't want to take advantage of something so sweet. I wanted you to remember it, so I figured I'd help you into your truck." One of the younger men said stepping up to her.
"Yeah, right! Now ya'll better move or I'll run you over, no problem!" She yelled climbing into her huge hauling truck.
She drove by her father's old gym and then to an old field to park her truck and catch up on some much needed sleep.
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You see Zada tried to keep her father's gym open. It was her home, especially after her mom had died. But she couldn't afford to. She had no students anymore and no room to keep or hold robot fights so she had to sell it because it was a money pit. At this point she lived out of her truck, broke into the junk yard to steal useable parts, and practically rebuilt robots herself, and still she could barely live off of that. She was a drifter, granted a famous drifter known for her temper and never give up attitude, but still a lone lonely drifter.