Chapter 1: Rival Arrival
Airlia bent down to wash her hands before she was to serve lunch on her girl's day out with her five year old daughter but things changed quickly. She heard a noise in the bushes and as she turned around quickly, she got shot. By her own mate. Kakkarot.
Little Phoenix screamed as she watched her father, claded in hunters clothing shooting her mother in the head. She watched as her mother fell. Hitting herself on a sharp rock and falling into the stream.
The water turned a deep blood red as her mother's body floated past her. Phoenix, horror strucken, looked down at her mother. Her face turned white and her screams never made it pass her lips.
When she turned to look away the gun barrel loomed right in her face. It was held by none other then her father.
He looked at her, smirking snisterly as he spoke, "You're next..." then fired....
Phoenix shot up in her bed, pespiering and shuddering violently. She was panting as she slowly got it together. Her hand dived into her desk beside her bed and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. She popped two 500 mg pills down her throat, then brought her legs up to her chest and hugged them while she tried to get rid of the horrid dream.
"...It can't continue like this...I need a drink." Phoenix grumbled softly after a few minutes then grabbed her clothes and started to dress. She slipped on her one piece red suit that shorts and tank top combined, her baggy black pants with flames to the knees, red weights for her wrists, big black boots with a zipper on the side and grabed her leather jacket. Then flew out of her bedroom window in a hurry.
For three hours she flew before she reached a small western like town.
She touched down next to some gangster filled bar and entered.
The bar was filled with large gruff men and tough-looking women all with hair that looks ridiculious. They all seem to wear leather and liked to rough house, laugh loudly and drink their selfs unconcious.
Grunting in distaste she sat herself down at the bar and tried not to inhale the wrench smell of the men around her.
The bartender noticed her and approched. "Hey kid, you're a bit young ain't ya?" He asked, laughing at her but his eyes were on her well developped form. "Hrm.. course you could persuade me somehow to let you drink..." He grinned, as he ran his hand over her face; His thumb moving over her lips with a little pressure.
She looked at him with an innocent air then quickly bite his thumb and wouldn't let go.
He yelled out in incredible pain as she slowly added pressure to dig her teeth in further. "Let go!!" He shouted and was rewarded with her ripping his thumb off, spurting blood all over the counter and both of them. He nearly fainted.
Unfortunatly for him she didn't want that. Phoenix spat out the thumb and grabbed him by the collar and tossed him into the wall. Right over where two large gangsters where drinking. The bartender's head was smashed by the force of hitting the wall and his body fell on the table of the gangster, gushing blood and brains all over them. Angered as hell they got up and went over to her, aiming guns at her head.
Phoenix's eyes flashed. She hated guns, especially after her nightmares. In a flash she grabbed them both by the arms holding the guns and broke them without a second thought. Then as they howled out in pain she tossed off her coat and wrist weights then in a violent outburst she dug her hands in their chest and grabbed their hearts in her palms then blew them up with a simple ki blast.
After seeing the display of homocide the gangs left in the bar quickly took out all their guns and starts to shoot at her without hesitation.
Seeing them whip the guns out she powered up quickly and zipped out of their range and infront of the door before they had a chance to look her over twice. She waited till they all ran out of ammo.
"Hey where is her bloody body, mates?" One of the guys asked, looking at the spot they were all shooting at.
Phoenix grined and whistled at them to get their attention.
They all quickly turned and stared in horror.
"Bye bye, boys!" She shouted and sent out her own volley of ki balls at them before they got any real chance to run for it. They fell one after another as either their heads or chest were blown clean through. After she saw all of them lying at her feet she turned to the cowaring in the far corner. Phoenix spat in disgust. "You're all worthless! You are a discrase to women everywhere!" She shouted, took a quick moment to count how many they were then fired one huge black ki ball at them, disintragrating instantly.
After she was done with that she took a moment to amire her work and count the bodies. She smiled devilishly and went to clean her arms off. Once she was done with that she took out a piece of paper and add the number '89' to the long list.
She put it away and got dressed again the walked out of the bar. She stopped as she noticed a very interesting thing.
It was a motorcycle. A black with flames one to be exact. Seeing as she had an obsession for flamed things she quickly walked back into the bar and pick pocketed everyone for keys. Once she had them all she carried them out and dropped them on the ground, next to the bike. One by one she tried the keys till finally she founded it. She ripped off the other keys on the ring then shot another ki ball at the other keys, melting them all them all.
Happily, Phoenix got on the bike and started it up. She licked her lips as she heard it purr loudly then took off out of town. She loved the feeling of flying but having a 1000 pounds of steel under her while being grounded felt even better!
Kakkarot sat horrified in his bed as he sensed his daughter's activities. This was killing him from the inside. This happend several times every month and he wasn't strong enough to stop her anymore. Phoenix had out powered him quickly after the fall of her mother. It was only a matter of a dozen years. It's been two years now since she over powered him and a year since he stopped trying to get in her way. The last times he tried to stop her he had suffered under her brutal blows.
He sighed deeply and picked up a photo from his bedside stand. Kakkarot's fingers glided over the face of his dead wife and his five year old daughter. A tear rolled over his cheek and onto the photo. How Kakkarot wished to have that happy family again...but it was gone, dead.
"Oh Airlia, Airlia! She continues! She kills without mercy and doesn't think of it as wrong! Only as revenge.. If only you hadn't died..." He trailed off as he tried to hold in his tears. "It has to stop. Please Airlia...I pray for you to help me. How can I stop her without killing my little girl?" He begged, kissing his wife's photo then wiped it clean and placing it back in it's place.
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The Prince walked down the palace hall in anger. His training was distrubed yet again by his father. The King had summond him to the court room and wanted it now. Which ment he didn't have time to change out of his training shorts nor clean himself of all the sweat that was running down his body. He growled as he pushed the heavy doors open and glared up at the figure on the throne. "What do you want this time you old buzzard?!" Vegeta practicaly barked.
The King didn't even react to the insult which was odd to the Prince. His father simply pointed to the left side of the court room.
Vegeta turned his head to look and gulped hard at the sight.
There, lined up in two large rows were saiyan women. They were dressed in their best armors. All at once they looked at his half naked sweaty body with the most hungeriest of looks.
Vegeta instinctivly moved a step to the right not wanting to be in the court room at all. Even in the palace with all these women here.
"They'll be entering the tornament to decide which one will be your mate, Vegeta. They are the best on the planet. So you better get a good look at them cause one of them shall be yours soon enough!" The King annouced, smirking at the fear in his boy.
The Prince grumbled. "I don't need a tornament to tell me who I want to mate with!" Vegeta shouted.
The King frowned a little but didn't yell back. "Fine. Then by all means pick one right now." King Vegeta grinned as the Prince took on a somewhat surprised look on his face. He knew his son wouldn't know who to pick.
Vegeta took another coscious look at the women. This time they were standing more at attention, trying desperately to show off their body muscles and chest. He sneered at them and turned his gaze away. "Disgusting display. They aren't even worth my time or title of my mate." He crossed his arms and glared at his father.
"Well that's just to bad for you Vegeta cause the tornament is still on!" His father stated and waved him off. "Now get out of here, you brat."
Growling deeply Prince Vegeta stormed out of the court room and down the halls till he reached his chambers. Angerly he started to throw things around and kick his desks and chairs. In his anger he picked up a bed side desk and threw it against the wall, smashing it into pieces. But wood wasn't the only thing he head hit the floor; something metallic hit the floor. Curious to what it would be since he never kepted anything in his desks he when up to the smashed desk. Pushing aside the pieces of wood he dug out a round flat object. Frowning he examined it over a few times then it clicked in his head. This was the device Kakkarot had given Bardock to give to him.
The Prince turned it every which way, trying to find an opening but with no luck. It was seal up tight with the only exception of a line that when all around the object in the middle. Growling, Vegeta tossed the object to the ground. " Baka Kakkarot! Didn't even tell me how to use this blasted device! How am I supposed to find Kakkarot if I dont' know how to work it!" Vegeta shouted and to his amazement the thing started beeping.
It shot open in the middle and showed a small screen like his scouter being held by the two halves of the casing.
Blinking in surprise the Prince advance and glanced down at the screen. There was a small white light beeping on and off in the far corner of the black and green screen. This brought an evil smile to Vegeta's face. He picked up the object and started to pack his stuff quickly.
By midnight he was all packed and managed to infiltrate the space ship warehouse. He quickly took the controls in the control room and made all the peperations for liftoff. Then he seated himself in his space pod and gave the orders manually to the computer for take off. Within seconds he was leaving the planet's atmosphere. He plugged in Kakkarot's device to the space pod so all he had to do was wait and see where this device took him.
After three long months he finally was landing. His space pod landed just a mile away from Kakkarot's house in the middle of the night.
Kakkarot jumped from his bed and put on boxers as he went to the window to see what the rather large noise was. He was sure it wasn't his daughter. She was gone for a week to get new training wear and equipment. Which gave him a week of peaceful rest, more or less. Seeing nothing he got his pants on as well and was about to leave when a knock on the door stopped him.
When Kakkarot opened the door he nearly had a heart attack. "V- Vegeta?!" He stared at the little man in front of him before wrapping him and a big bear hug. "Kami! I thought you would never come to visit!!"
"Ah! Release me, you big baka!" The Prince shouted, trying to get free.
"Oh, heh, sorry sir." Kakkarot appollogized, dropping his friend and rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "What brings you here?" He asked as he lead Vegeta in the house.
"Conflicts...Father's being an asshole again with his traditions." Vegeta grumbled, taking a seat in one of the arm-chairs.
"Oh? What tradition this time?" Kakkarot asked as he got in the opposit chair.
"Mating. He wants to hold a tornament for my mate since I have yet to bother to choice one in the pass 15 years." Vegeta sighed.
"Hrm. Well you're welcome to stay here as long as you want. Hell you might even find a mate here! Thought I don't think your dad would approve..." Kakkarot said while scratching the back of his head.
Vegeta simply noded. "I'm not looking for a mate anyways. So... Who is this girl you wanted me to see that you couldn't show me in your video message?"
Kakkarot face went a bit pale and sad. "She's not here...She's out for the week getting training equipment."
"Oh, so she is a fighter or is these things for you simply?" Vegeta asked somewhat interested.
Kakkarot fell silent for a moment before answering. "She is a fighter. Probably around your level, near it at least."
Vegeta frowned. "How can that be possible?!" Shouted as he shot out of his chair.
"...See for yourself. She doesn't hide her power often." Kakkarot said lowly.
The Prince stold still before he clicked on his scouter. Kakkarot was right. She was mearly 4000 digits lower then he. Vegeta let out a low growl. "What made her go so high?"
"I don't really know for sure. All I know is she is an angery child." Kakkarot sighed.
Prince Vegeta sighed as well and sat back down. "And where is this mate of yours anyways?" He asked after calming down.
Kakkarot dropped his head, not answering.
Vegeta got the picture. "Oh, sorry to hear that."
"Me too. Come you must be hungry after your long voyage." Kakkarot said sadly as he made his way to the kitchen.
They ate, talked a little more about old times and then went to bed.
The week passed to quickly for them, they trained the days away and talked the nights. Before they knew it they heared the loud roaring of an engine stopping beside the door.
"Is that her?" Vegeta asked, looking up at Kakkarot from his meal.
"Definately. Listen, watch out. She has developped a really big hatred for men, especially humans but men none the less." Kakkarot said and quickly shut up as his daughter came in the kitchen door.
Phoenix took a look a the two and frowned deeply. "Who the hell is this?!" She growled and she grabbed Vegeta by the hair roughly.
Kakkarot quickly stold up. "Phoenix, please! That's Prince Vegeta!"
She took a look at him and released him. "Hrmph! What are you doing in my house Prince-ling?" she said as she took a seat at the table.
Growling and holding his head a bit, Vegeta glared at her. "Visiting your father what does it look like you brat!? You would be killed for such rudeness on my planet you know that!?"
"Well I'm not on your planet now am I? You're on mine! So If you want to stay here learn my rules!" Phoenix growled at him, taking her portion of food.
Vegeta glared at her. "Don't threaten me you brat. I am stronger then you!"
Phoenix liften an eyebrow and examined him. "Not by much Prince- ling!"
Surprised Vegeta lifted an eyebrow. "How can you tell?"
Phoenix rolled her eyes. "I don't need these things my dad calls scouters to tell me anything. I sence ki. So if you can't hide it well enough I can tell. Which would cost you heavy in battle if your toy isn't there or fast enough." She explained between bites of food.
The Prince mused on this. She did have a point which ment she had an advantage in battle. He smirked as a thought poped in his mind. "Then why not prove it? I challenge you to an all out fight."
Her eyebrow lifted at the thought but before she could agree her father added: "No killing allowed."
Frowning at him. "Fine with me. After I beat him up he'll wish he was dead!"
Kakkarot sighed.
Vegeta grinned. "We'll see, brat."
Phoenix glared at him. "Starting first thing after breakfast then!"
Both agreeing Phoenix left the table and back out to unload the wagon that was attached to her motorcycle.
Prince Vegeta took a moment to finish his meal. "Why does she have such colorful hair if you said she was born a bright redhead?" He finally asked as they cleaned up the place.
"Not long after her mother died she had nightmares and waking up she looked in the mirror. To her, she looked like her mother and it was getting to her. So she went into town with her grand-mother, without telling me and got it died black resemble more a saiyan. But over the years she got this obsession with fire so she let her tips stay red and added the yellow for effect. Even her clothes are the same. Her training pants have costum flames on them made. She'll kill anyone who doesn't do as she wants." Kakkarot explained while sitting back in the living room.
"Hrm. There is a lot more saiyan in her then human then." Vegeta smirked a little.
"She doesn't have any human in her. Her mother wasn't human at all. She is a FireClaw or what these humans call them a werewolf. Something like us and our Ozaroo form expect not as big or uncontrolable. But she yet to learn to transform." Kakkarot sighed. "She doesn't want to be hunted like her mother's kin."
Vegeta took it all in. The first thing he was taught to do was to know his opponent as best he could and this was good information for his upcoming battle with the little she-devil. "And I trust she fights the same way you do?"
Kakkarot smirked a little. "Use to. She has her own style and special moves. So you can't depend on knowing my moves to beat her."
"A challenge it shall be then. I can't wait." Vegeta smirked back. "Alright then I'm going to rest for the night." He announced as he started to walk up the staires.
"Good idea. You'll need it old friend." Kakkarot said, hoping deep inside Vegeta would win.
Airlia bent down to wash her hands before she was to serve lunch on her girl's day out with her five year old daughter but things changed quickly. She heard a noise in the bushes and as she turned around quickly, she got shot. By her own mate. Kakkarot.
Little Phoenix screamed as she watched her father, claded in hunters clothing shooting her mother in the head. She watched as her mother fell. Hitting herself on a sharp rock and falling into the stream.
The water turned a deep blood red as her mother's body floated past her. Phoenix, horror strucken, looked down at her mother. Her face turned white and her screams never made it pass her lips.
When she turned to look away the gun barrel loomed right in her face. It was held by none other then her father.
He looked at her, smirking snisterly as he spoke, "You're next..." then fired....
Phoenix shot up in her bed, pespiering and shuddering violently. She was panting as she slowly got it together. Her hand dived into her desk beside her bed and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. She popped two 500 mg pills down her throat, then brought her legs up to her chest and hugged them while she tried to get rid of the horrid dream.
"...It can't continue like this...I need a drink." Phoenix grumbled softly after a few minutes then grabbed her clothes and started to dress. She slipped on her one piece red suit that shorts and tank top combined, her baggy black pants with flames to the knees, red weights for her wrists, big black boots with a zipper on the side and grabed her leather jacket. Then flew out of her bedroom window in a hurry.
For three hours she flew before she reached a small western like town.
She touched down next to some gangster filled bar and entered.
The bar was filled with large gruff men and tough-looking women all with hair that looks ridiculious. They all seem to wear leather and liked to rough house, laugh loudly and drink their selfs unconcious.
Grunting in distaste she sat herself down at the bar and tried not to inhale the wrench smell of the men around her.
The bartender noticed her and approched. "Hey kid, you're a bit young ain't ya?" He asked, laughing at her but his eyes were on her well developped form. "Hrm.. course you could persuade me somehow to let you drink..." He grinned, as he ran his hand over her face; His thumb moving over her lips with a little pressure.
She looked at him with an innocent air then quickly bite his thumb and wouldn't let go.
He yelled out in incredible pain as she slowly added pressure to dig her teeth in further. "Let go!!" He shouted and was rewarded with her ripping his thumb off, spurting blood all over the counter and both of them. He nearly fainted.
Unfortunatly for him she didn't want that. Phoenix spat out the thumb and grabbed him by the collar and tossed him into the wall. Right over where two large gangsters where drinking. The bartender's head was smashed by the force of hitting the wall and his body fell on the table of the gangster, gushing blood and brains all over them. Angered as hell they got up and went over to her, aiming guns at her head.
Phoenix's eyes flashed. She hated guns, especially after her nightmares. In a flash she grabbed them both by the arms holding the guns and broke them without a second thought. Then as they howled out in pain she tossed off her coat and wrist weights then in a violent outburst she dug her hands in their chest and grabbed their hearts in her palms then blew them up with a simple ki blast.
After seeing the display of homocide the gangs left in the bar quickly took out all their guns and starts to shoot at her without hesitation.
Seeing them whip the guns out she powered up quickly and zipped out of their range and infront of the door before they had a chance to look her over twice. She waited till they all ran out of ammo.
"Hey where is her bloody body, mates?" One of the guys asked, looking at the spot they were all shooting at.
Phoenix grined and whistled at them to get their attention.
They all quickly turned and stared in horror.
"Bye bye, boys!" She shouted and sent out her own volley of ki balls at them before they got any real chance to run for it. They fell one after another as either their heads or chest were blown clean through. After she saw all of them lying at her feet she turned to the cowaring in the far corner. Phoenix spat in disgust. "You're all worthless! You are a discrase to women everywhere!" She shouted, took a quick moment to count how many they were then fired one huge black ki ball at them, disintragrating instantly.
After she was done with that she took a moment to amire her work and count the bodies. She smiled devilishly and went to clean her arms off. Once she was done with that she took out a piece of paper and add the number '89' to the long list.
She put it away and got dressed again the walked out of the bar. She stopped as she noticed a very interesting thing.
It was a motorcycle. A black with flames one to be exact. Seeing as she had an obsession for flamed things she quickly walked back into the bar and pick pocketed everyone for keys. Once she had them all she carried them out and dropped them on the ground, next to the bike. One by one she tried the keys till finally she founded it. She ripped off the other keys on the ring then shot another ki ball at the other keys, melting them all them all.
Happily, Phoenix got on the bike and started it up. She licked her lips as she heard it purr loudly then took off out of town. She loved the feeling of flying but having a 1000 pounds of steel under her while being grounded felt even better!
Kakkarot sat horrified in his bed as he sensed his daughter's activities. This was killing him from the inside. This happend several times every month and he wasn't strong enough to stop her anymore. Phoenix had out powered him quickly after the fall of her mother. It was only a matter of a dozen years. It's been two years now since she over powered him and a year since he stopped trying to get in her way. The last times he tried to stop her he had suffered under her brutal blows.
He sighed deeply and picked up a photo from his bedside stand. Kakkarot's fingers glided over the face of his dead wife and his five year old daughter. A tear rolled over his cheek and onto the photo. How Kakkarot wished to have that happy family again...but it was gone, dead.
"Oh Airlia, Airlia! She continues! She kills without mercy and doesn't think of it as wrong! Only as revenge.. If only you hadn't died..." He trailed off as he tried to hold in his tears. "It has to stop. Please Airlia...I pray for you to help me. How can I stop her without killing my little girl?" He begged, kissing his wife's photo then wiped it clean and placing it back in it's place.
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The Prince walked down the palace hall in anger. His training was distrubed yet again by his father. The King had summond him to the court room and wanted it now. Which ment he didn't have time to change out of his training shorts nor clean himself of all the sweat that was running down his body. He growled as he pushed the heavy doors open and glared up at the figure on the throne. "What do you want this time you old buzzard?!" Vegeta practicaly barked.
The King didn't even react to the insult which was odd to the Prince. His father simply pointed to the left side of the court room.
Vegeta turned his head to look and gulped hard at the sight.
There, lined up in two large rows were saiyan women. They were dressed in their best armors. All at once they looked at his half naked sweaty body with the most hungeriest of looks.
Vegeta instinctivly moved a step to the right not wanting to be in the court room at all. Even in the palace with all these women here.
"They'll be entering the tornament to decide which one will be your mate, Vegeta. They are the best on the planet. So you better get a good look at them cause one of them shall be yours soon enough!" The King annouced, smirking at the fear in his boy.
The Prince grumbled. "I don't need a tornament to tell me who I want to mate with!" Vegeta shouted.
The King frowned a little but didn't yell back. "Fine. Then by all means pick one right now." King Vegeta grinned as the Prince took on a somewhat surprised look on his face. He knew his son wouldn't know who to pick.
Vegeta took another coscious look at the women. This time they were standing more at attention, trying desperately to show off their body muscles and chest. He sneered at them and turned his gaze away. "Disgusting display. They aren't even worth my time or title of my mate." He crossed his arms and glared at his father.
"Well that's just to bad for you Vegeta cause the tornament is still on!" His father stated and waved him off. "Now get out of here, you brat."
Growling deeply Prince Vegeta stormed out of the court room and down the halls till he reached his chambers. Angerly he started to throw things around and kick his desks and chairs. In his anger he picked up a bed side desk and threw it against the wall, smashing it into pieces. But wood wasn't the only thing he head hit the floor; something metallic hit the floor. Curious to what it would be since he never kepted anything in his desks he when up to the smashed desk. Pushing aside the pieces of wood he dug out a round flat object. Frowning he examined it over a few times then it clicked in his head. This was the device Kakkarot had given Bardock to give to him.
The Prince turned it every which way, trying to find an opening but with no luck. It was seal up tight with the only exception of a line that when all around the object in the middle. Growling, Vegeta tossed the object to the ground. " Baka Kakkarot! Didn't even tell me how to use this blasted device! How am I supposed to find Kakkarot if I dont' know how to work it!" Vegeta shouted and to his amazement the thing started beeping.
It shot open in the middle and showed a small screen like his scouter being held by the two halves of the casing.
Blinking in surprise the Prince advance and glanced down at the screen. There was a small white light beeping on and off in the far corner of the black and green screen. This brought an evil smile to Vegeta's face. He picked up the object and started to pack his stuff quickly.
By midnight he was all packed and managed to infiltrate the space ship warehouse. He quickly took the controls in the control room and made all the peperations for liftoff. Then he seated himself in his space pod and gave the orders manually to the computer for take off. Within seconds he was leaving the planet's atmosphere. He plugged in Kakkarot's device to the space pod so all he had to do was wait and see where this device took him.
After three long months he finally was landing. His space pod landed just a mile away from Kakkarot's house in the middle of the night.
Kakkarot jumped from his bed and put on boxers as he went to the window to see what the rather large noise was. He was sure it wasn't his daughter. She was gone for a week to get new training wear and equipment. Which gave him a week of peaceful rest, more or less. Seeing nothing he got his pants on as well and was about to leave when a knock on the door stopped him.
When Kakkarot opened the door he nearly had a heart attack. "V- Vegeta?!" He stared at the little man in front of him before wrapping him and a big bear hug. "Kami! I thought you would never come to visit!!"
"Ah! Release me, you big baka!" The Prince shouted, trying to get free.
"Oh, heh, sorry sir." Kakkarot appollogized, dropping his friend and rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "What brings you here?" He asked as he lead Vegeta in the house.
"Conflicts...Father's being an asshole again with his traditions." Vegeta grumbled, taking a seat in one of the arm-chairs.
"Oh? What tradition this time?" Kakkarot asked as he got in the opposit chair.
"Mating. He wants to hold a tornament for my mate since I have yet to bother to choice one in the pass 15 years." Vegeta sighed.
"Hrm. Well you're welcome to stay here as long as you want. Hell you might even find a mate here! Thought I don't think your dad would approve..." Kakkarot said while scratching the back of his head.
Vegeta simply noded. "I'm not looking for a mate anyways. So... Who is this girl you wanted me to see that you couldn't show me in your video message?"
Kakkarot face went a bit pale and sad. "She's not here...She's out for the week getting training equipment."
"Oh, so she is a fighter or is these things for you simply?" Vegeta asked somewhat interested.
Kakkarot fell silent for a moment before answering. "She is a fighter. Probably around your level, near it at least."
Vegeta frowned. "How can that be possible?!" Shouted as he shot out of his chair.
"...See for yourself. She doesn't hide her power often." Kakkarot said lowly.
The Prince stold still before he clicked on his scouter. Kakkarot was right. She was mearly 4000 digits lower then he. Vegeta let out a low growl. "What made her go so high?"
"I don't really know for sure. All I know is she is an angery child." Kakkarot sighed.
Prince Vegeta sighed as well and sat back down. "And where is this mate of yours anyways?" He asked after calming down.
Kakkarot dropped his head, not answering.
Vegeta got the picture. "Oh, sorry to hear that."
"Me too. Come you must be hungry after your long voyage." Kakkarot said sadly as he made his way to the kitchen.
They ate, talked a little more about old times and then went to bed.
The week passed to quickly for them, they trained the days away and talked the nights. Before they knew it they heared the loud roaring of an engine stopping beside the door.
"Is that her?" Vegeta asked, looking up at Kakkarot from his meal.
"Definately. Listen, watch out. She has developped a really big hatred for men, especially humans but men none the less." Kakkarot said and quickly shut up as his daughter came in the kitchen door.
Phoenix took a look a the two and frowned deeply. "Who the hell is this?!" She growled and she grabbed Vegeta by the hair roughly.
Kakkarot quickly stold up. "Phoenix, please! That's Prince Vegeta!"
She took a look at him and released him. "Hrmph! What are you doing in my house Prince-ling?" she said as she took a seat at the table.
Growling and holding his head a bit, Vegeta glared at her. "Visiting your father what does it look like you brat!? You would be killed for such rudeness on my planet you know that!?"
"Well I'm not on your planet now am I? You're on mine! So If you want to stay here learn my rules!" Phoenix growled at him, taking her portion of food.
Vegeta glared at her. "Don't threaten me you brat. I am stronger then you!"
Phoenix liften an eyebrow and examined him. "Not by much Prince- ling!"
Surprised Vegeta lifted an eyebrow. "How can you tell?"
Phoenix rolled her eyes. "I don't need these things my dad calls scouters to tell me anything. I sence ki. So if you can't hide it well enough I can tell. Which would cost you heavy in battle if your toy isn't there or fast enough." She explained between bites of food.
The Prince mused on this. She did have a point which ment she had an advantage in battle. He smirked as a thought poped in his mind. "Then why not prove it? I challenge you to an all out fight."
Her eyebrow lifted at the thought but before she could agree her father added: "No killing allowed."
Frowning at him. "Fine with me. After I beat him up he'll wish he was dead!"
Kakkarot sighed.
Vegeta grinned. "We'll see, brat."
Phoenix glared at him. "Starting first thing after breakfast then!"
Both agreeing Phoenix left the table and back out to unload the wagon that was attached to her motorcycle.
Prince Vegeta took a moment to finish his meal. "Why does she have such colorful hair if you said she was born a bright redhead?" He finally asked as they cleaned up the place.
"Not long after her mother died she had nightmares and waking up she looked in the mirror. To her, she looked like her mother and it was getting to her. So she went into town with her grand-mother, without telling me and got it died black resemble more a saiyan. But over the years she got this obsession with fire so she let her tips stay red and added the yellow for effect. Even her clothes are the same. Her training pants have costum flames on them made. She'll kill anyone who doesn't do as she wants." Kakkarot explained while sitting back in the living room.
"Hrm. There is a lot more saiyan in her then human then." Vegeta smirked a little.
"She doesn't have any human in her. Her mother wasn't human at all. She is a FireClaw or what these humans call them a werewolf. Something like us and our Ozaroo form expect not as big or uncontrolable. But she yet to learn to transform." Kakkarot sighed. "She doesn't want to be hunted like her mother's kin."
Vegeta took it all in. The first thing he was taught to do was to know his opponent as best he could and this was good information for his upcoming battle with the little she-devil. "And I trust she fights the same way you do?"
Kakkarot smirked a little. "Use to. She has her own style and special moves. So you can't depend on knowing my moves to beat her."
"A challenge it shall be then. I can't wait." Vegeta smirked back. "Alright then I'm going to rest for the night." He announced as he started to walk up the staires.
"Good idea. You'll need it old friend." Kakkarot said, hoping deep inside Vegeta would win.