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Setsuna Meioh jumped off her dragon, who was growling irritably, and everyone immediately knew to steer clear of her. Taking a few, deep calming breaths, she tried to get her anger under control, it wasn't working. What were they thinking?! The mission had almost been completely botched, if she hadn't shown up when she did, the group of rebels would've been completely annihilated. "Has Kayla shown up yet?" She snapped, her voice carrying easily across the crowded room.
"Not yet Lady." A voice yelled back. "She said to tell you that some minor difficulties, emphasis on minor, were being experienced and to expect some delays. She doesn't know when she'll be back."
"Two dragons coming in!" Someone else shouted. "Pretty fast! Clear the area!" A pause. "They're Greater Dragons, Brown and Red-Shifters."
Dragon and rider looked at each other. Sighing angrily, the dragon took a deep breath and growled loudly. "It's Haruka and Sandstorm, Michiru and Ember."
Immediately an area cleared for the two huge dragons. Right after it was cleared, they landed heavily, and the ground shook from the impact. Haruka was the first to get off and walked eagerly towards her leader. She was grinning when she got there, but waited to be acknowledged.
Setsuna didn't even glance at her, but continued looking at the dragons. "All three look pretty tired. The landing probably didn't help either."
Immediately the grin was replaced by a look of concern. "I know. But if we had waited longer, they would have collapsed from exhaustion. As it is." She trailed off. Both of them knew what would've happened. Many people would have been wounded or killed, and the dragons would have been worse off. More than likely they would've died from their injuries.
"What took you so long?" Her voice was carefully flat and emotionless.
Michiru, who had checked both dragons and just arrived, spoke up. "The dragons only suffer from extreme exhaustion and mild injuries." A nod of acknowledgement. "They were waiting for us, and had a lot of soldiers and dragonriders. They outnumbered us 10 to 1, and it was a hard-won fight, dead and injured on both sides. We left the others at a safe place."
Haruka cut in. "And came here as quickly as possible to report. The outpost was destroyed and the only enemies still alive are pretty injured." She grinned nastily. "However, if you could muster up some medics and any able-bodied personnel."
Setsuna gave a curt nod and snapped out, "Any dragons, and their riders who are willing and able, take medics and anybody else who wishes to go, to IO as quickly as possible."
Immediately an ordered chaos ensued as hundreds of dragons got ready to take off in response to her message. About five minutes later they left.
Pleased with how quickly they had left, Setsuna turned back to her two comrades. "Continue."
"We believe that the information was leaked on purpose." She paused and gave a chilling glare to Chibi-Usa, who was trying to eavesdrop. She waited until the girl had moved out of hearing range before continuing. "To lure us there and TRY to destroy us. Obviously they failed."
"Obviously," Setsuna said dryly. Most of her anger and frustration had dissipated at their report. "Unless the whole venture was to do just that. Wound as many as possible. including any Greater Dragons that showed up." A terrible rage filled her, but this time she mastered it.
Haruka and Michiru nodded. It was a plausible alternative, and it left them feeling troubled. All feelings of triumph disappeared in its wake. The three Dragons echoed their feelings, with restless shifting and uneasy growls, constantly looking to the sky, expecting an aerial attack.
With a challenging howl, Flare stretched to her full height and roared her defiance to the bare sky. Easily twice the size of Sandstorm and Ember, with her scales constantly changing colors, she was an intimidating dragon. Following her example, the other two dragons roared their defiance as well.
The three riders could tell that the dragons wanted to fly, but injuries, and exhaustion, kept them grounded. Flare gave one last yearning look towards the sky before settling down again, drained of all energy and world- weary.
Two days later the rest of the base seemed to be reflecting the dragons' lifelessness. Their hides were dull, eyes blank, listless and practically lifeless and their conditions had worsened. No one had heard from Kayla since her last, short, message.
Setsuna watched all this, knowing exactly what was going on. Because the three dragons were so powerful, mentally, physically and emotionally, that when whatever they were feeling was particularly strong, sometimes it leaked out and affected everyone around them. Right now in fact, the events that had just transpired had taken a psychological toll on them, especially with their brother missing. Their brother, who was Flare's twin, was the one who encouraged them when stuff like this happened and they were so used to him, that without him they didn't know what to do. They couldn't even contact him.
Their despondency was affecting their injuries and they wouldn't heal. It was the same with all the other dragons, they weren't healing, but getting worse. None had died yet, but it was only a matter of time.
"Setsuna." Michiru's voice shook her out of her reverie. Someone behind her muttered something, but a frown stopped anything else from being said.
"It's getting worse." Setsuna was once again wearing her cold, uncaring, unfeeling, mask and her voice reflected it. "If Kayla and Raven don't show up soon." She made a helpless gesture with her hands.
"Yeah, I know." Michiru was strangely subdued, but anyone could tell she had good news to tell.
With a sigh, Setsuna turned to face her, registering, but not acknowledging, the person behind her. Smiling inwardly at the spluttered exclamation of indignation, she looked coldly at Michiru. "Well?"
Grinning slightly at her companion, she answered. "We have a new recruit." Not in the least perturbed by the lack of reaction, she continued. "She's not exactly a fighter, but she has the potential to become one, physical and magical." Setsuna raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. "But, she is a mechanic. Positively gifted. It's amazing. Oh, she's also trained in first-aid."
This was obviously the part where the person was supposed to introduce themselves because they stepped forward. "I'm Bulma Briefs." She stated coolly. "I'm a Saiyan, ad I'm from Earth." The last sentence was said so defensively and challengingly that Setsuna knew the girl had heard about their position on Saiyan's and those from Earth.
"I'm happy for you." Came the reply. Bulma hadn't been expecting that and took a step back, as if slapped. "Let's get one thing straight here, Bulma. One; I don't care who or what you are, or where you came from. As long as you're completely loyal, and Michiru seems to think you are." Rebuke and anger flashed in Michiru's eyes. "Then I'm happy. Two; we aren't racist. The only reason why there aren't many Saiyans here is because they tend to be completely to their royalty, especially the king. Because of this, we can't use them. Understand?" Her words were so fierce that Bulma immediately nodded, and Flare responded.
"Look she's loyal. I've checked and rechecked just to make you happy." She was very angry and Ember roared. Flare roared back. Setsuna gave a low growl and Michiru growled right back. "The way you're acting," She shouted angrily, "you'll probably drive her away and we'll lose our best mechanic."
"Black dragon coming in!" The frantic shout cut through everyone's haze of anger, indignation, or hopelessness.
Immediately the two Greater Dragons stopped their little fight and took to the air. Flare informing her rider that it was Raven, and he was coming in fast. He seemed close to death.
Realizing that there was no one there but them, Setsuna shot Bulma a quick look. "Well mechanic," She hissed. "Here's your chance to prove your loyalty. Rider and Dragon are critically injured. They'll need your help as soon as they're on the ground." Bulma nodded, but Setsuna's attention was already back on the approaching Dragons.
Kayla groaned, trying to keep the encroaching darkness at bay. All she could remember was that she had to land and tell someone. something. She couldn't remember exactly who or what, but it was imperative, and apparently the dragon felt the same way by the erratic way he was flying.
"Almost there." Raven's weary voice barely reached her ears. "Flare!" His voice suddenly perked up, but the bone-weariness could still be heard.
Flare. It was familiar, but she just couldn't remember. Anger filled her entire being, giving her a surge of strength and some of her memories came back. Before she could analyze them, though, she was flung off the dragon's back.
Flare barely caught her brother as his energy gave out. The resulting turmoil caused Kayla to be pitched off, and for a brief moment she panicked. The other two dragons couldn't get there in time, so. Flare dove towards the ground; Raven miraculously holding on. Then Raven was gone, kicking off her back and catching Kayla right before he slammed into the ground.
Kayla managed to roll off and through her hazy vision saw three faces, two familiar. The third was preparing to do something with, with a needle. "Wait!" She croaked out. "Important. have to." The needle was coming close, too close. "Traitor. betrayal. failed, failed mission. watch," The world went black.
Setsuna and Michiru exchanged glances, Bulma was quiet, trying to stabilize Kayla, and behind them Chibi-Usa made an alarmed squeak. Immediately the two of them whirled around to face her.
"Aren't you on a mission?" Michiru's voice was dangerously soft and sweet.
Chibi-Usa blinked and quickly wiped all expression from her face. "It ended early." She looked past them to Kayla. "What happened to her?" Her voice and face held shock, surprise and concern, but they noticed a hidden glint in her eyes. It was almost malevolent.
Setsuna moved into her line of vision, blocking Kayla from sight. Flare moved in front of Raven, recognizing a potential threat, and making sure that she was in a position to protect him. With a soft growl, she glared at Chibi-Usa until she stopped looking. With a satisfied grunt, she flopped down and rested, the previous events had drained all her energy. "That's none of your concern now, is it? Shouldn't you be checking on your troops?"
Chibi-Usa flushed at the rebuke, but bit back the angry retort. Michiru smiled knowingly and turned her back on her. Her anger growing at the obvious dismissal, she turned back to Setsuna. "If I'm dismissed?"
"Of course." Setsuna waited until Chibi-Usa started to walk away before she called out, "Oh, and by the way, Serenity's looking for you. It seems you've been gone for about 2 months."
Mocking laughter followed Chibi-Usa as she walked as quickly as possible without it looking like she was running. Hatred coursed through her body. Hatred for Setsuna, Michiru, their dragons, her mother, and especially hatred for herself. She hated herself for being so weak-willed when it came to HIM. It was all HIS fault that this was happening. Because of HIM, and her, it was becoming harder for the rebels to win back their assorted kingdoms.
She had told Hotaru some of what was going on, but she had been met with anger and resentment. Hotaru had had the nerve to question not only her reliability, but her loyalty as well. If she only had the will, but every time she was near HIM, she felt like everything would be all right. Unfortunately, when she was away from HIM, the feelings would disappear. What was a 17-year old to do?
To make things worse, her mother had decided that she should spend more time with their uneasy allies, the Saiyans. Because of her long-time friendship and tutelage under Setsuna, they had decided that she would be able to tell them the most about her. But, for one, she was her friend, her teacher; and two, Setsuna was the most unpredictable person she had ever met. Even worse than Freiza, who was pretty predictable. All he wanted to do was conquer the Universe. Knowing Setsuna hadn't changed her opinion. The only predictable thing was how unpredictable she was.
It was rumored, and even she didn't know for sure, that Setsuna had allied herself with Cooler. If it was true, then the whole Universe would be in trouble. Right now it didn't seem like conquering the Universe was one of her goals, but she might suddenly changer her mind. May Kami and the Kias have pity and mercy on them, or all her enemies would be in trouble. She had a feeling that that wouldn't happen any time soon.
Sighing, she readied a transport to take her back to Earth, or Chikyuu as everyone else seemed to call it. About to step in, she stopped as if frozen. Who was that blue-haired girl? STUPID!! She thought angrily. And why was she allowed to go near Kayla, but not her, her who was Setsuna's student and friend. Or at least she used to be. She'd have to think about this.
Bulma sat back with a sigh. It had been hard, but she'd done it. Both rider and dragon were stabilized. That'd show Setsuna to ever doubt her. Her antagonism towards Setsuna wasn't that she had doubted her, if she hadn't, Bulma would've been concerned. No, her antagonism was that she'd been ignored as if she was nothing. She was Bulma Briefs, President and Head Inventor of Capsule Corp. But, she wasn't that anymore, she was a wanted outlaw, wanted by both Human and Saiyan.
How was she supposed to know he was the king in all but name? Bulma Briefs did not bow down to anyone, not Freiza, not Serenity, and definitely not for some stupid monkey who thought he could subdue her. She might be Saiyan, but she was not in his Empire or service. Sure she might have overreacted, just a little, to some of his comments, but her actions were justified. It was worth it to see the looks on everyone's faces, and then when she'd left, Serenity looked like she was going to have a seizure. She had totaled the mechanics on every ship but hers, and made sure that everything would malfunction. Then when she'd left, they'd all blown up! She could've died laughing. But he had no right to make those comments.
Being a Saiyan on a planet that was not very tolerant about other races was bad enough, but being a blue Saiyan, a rare occurrence even on her home planet, made it even worse. It had been hard earning the trust and respect of her peers, but she'd done it, and it was worth it. Even now, she was still friends with many of them, and it was through one of them that she had been introduced to Michiru and the cause of the rebellion. Rebel Fighting For the Outer Kingdoms, R.F.O.K. Not very awe-inspiring, but it worked. There was also the name Rebels Against Serenity and Vegeta, R.A.S.V. It was still a nice change to be judged on her talents, skills, and intelligence than on her looks and race.
To be among Greater Dragons, their riders, and to be accepted by them was something unexpected. They were even Shifters! A rare breed of Greater Dragons. She'd been in such company once before, and they had been condescending, arrogant, and rude. This had been a total surprise, the two riders she had just barely met weren't condescending to their peers, only their enemies and people they didn't like. They even treated their underlings like equals. So far they seemed like good people, cold and uncaring at times, but who could blame them? Their dragons were HUGE! Incredibly strong as well, very intimidating. Even with one practically dead, she was still awed in their presence. Rumor didn't do them justice.
"You're never going to hear this from me again, but," Setsuna's cold voice shook Bulma out of her reverie. "Good job. You have earned yourself a place here, or at any of the other rebel camps. You've also managed to earn our dragons trust in just one day, congratulations."
Bulma grinned exultantly. This was completely unexpected. It wasn't an apology, but she hadn't been expecting one. After all, everyone had pride, some more than others. The riders had an especially large share of it, as did she. They'd get along just fine.
Setsuna had started to walk away, but she paused and turned around. "You'll start your combat training tomorrow. Be ready around four a.m., Chikyuu time."
Setsuna Meioh jumped off her dragon, who was growling irritably, and everyone immediately knew to steer clear of her. Taking a few, deep calming breaths, she tried to get her anger under control, it wasn't working. What were they thinking?! The mission had almost been completely botched, if she hadn't shown up when she did, the group of rebels would've been completely annihilated. "Has Kayla shown up yet?" She snapped, her voice carrying easily across the crowded room.
"Not yet Lady." A voice yelled back. "She said to tell you that some minor difficulties, emphasis on minor, were being experienced and to expect some delays. She doesn't know when she'll be back."
"Two dragons coming in!" Someone else shouted. "Pretty fast! Clear the area!" A pause. "They're Greater Dragons, Brown and Red-Shifters."
Dragon and rider looked at each other. Sighing angrily, the dragon took a deep breath and growled loudly. "It's Haruka and Sandstorm, Michiru and Ember."
Immediately an area cleared for the two huge dragons. Right after it was cleared, they landed heavily, and the ground shook from the impact. Haruka was the first to get off and walked eagerly towards her leader. She was grinning when she got there, but waited to be acknowledged.
Setsuna didn't even glance at her, but continued looking at the dragons. "All three look pretty tired. The landing probably didn't help either."
Immediately the grin was replaced by a look of concern. "I know. But if we had waited longer, they would have collapsed from exhaustion. As it is." She trailed off. Both of them knew what would've happened. Many people would have been wounded or killed, and the dragons would have been worse off. More than likely they would've died from their injuries.
"What took you so long?" Her voice was carefully flat and emotionless.
Michiru, who had checked both dragons and just arrived, spoke up. "The dragons only suffer from extreme exhaustion and mild injuries." A nod of acknowledgement. "They were waiting for us, and had a lot of soldiers and dragonriders. They outnumbered us 10 to 1, and it was a hard-won fight, dead and injured on both sides. We left the others at a safe place."
Haruka cut in. "And came here as quickly as possible to report. The outpost was destroyed and the only enemies still alive are pretty injured." She grinned nastily. "However, if you could muster up some medics and any able-bodied personnel."
Setsuna gave a curt nod and snapped out, "Any dragons, and their riders who are willing and able, take medics and anybody else who wishes to go, to IO as quickly as possible."
Immediately an ordered chaos ensued as hundreds of dragons got ready to take off in response to her message. About five minutes later they left.
Pleased with how quickly they had left, Setsuna turned back to her two comrades. "Continue."
"We believe that the information was leaked on purpose." She paused and gave a chilling glare to Chibi-Usa, who was trying to eavesdrop. She waited until the girl had moved out of hearing range before continuing. "To lure us there and TRY to destroy us. Obviously they failed."
"Obviously," Setsuna said dryly. Most of her anger and frustration had dissipated at their report. "Unless the whole venture was to do just that. Wound as many as possible. including any Greater Dragons that showed up." A terrible rage filled her, but this time she mastered it.
Haruka and Michiru nodded. It was a plausible alternative, and it left them feeling troubled. All feelings of triumph disappeared in its wake. The three Dragons echoed their feelings, with restless shifting and uneasy growls, constantly looking to the sky, expecting an aerial attack.
With a challenging howl, Flare stretched to her full height and roared her defiance to the bare sky. Easily twice the size of Sandstorm and Ember, with her scales constantly changing colors, she was an intimidating dragon. Following her example, the other two dragons roared their defiance as well.
The three riders could tell that the dragons wanted to fly, but injuries, and exhaustion, kept them grounded. Flare gave one last yearning look towards the sky before settling down again, drained of all energy and world- weary.
Two days later the rest of the base seemed to be reflecting the dragons' lifelessness. Their hides were dull, eyes blank, listless and practically lifeless and their conditions had worsened. No one had heard from Kayla since her last, short, message.
Setsuna watched all this, knowing exactly what was going on. Because the three dragons were so powerful, mentally, physically and emotionally, that when whatever they were feeling was particularly strong, sometimes it leaked out and affected everyone around them. Right now in fact, the events that had just transpired had taken a psychological toll on them, especially with their brother missing. Their brother, who was Flare's twin, was the one who encouraged them when stuff like this happened and they were so used to him, that without him they didn't know what to do. They couldn't even contact him.
Their despondency was affecting their injuries and they wouldn't heal. It was the same with all the other dragons, they weren't healing, but getting worse. None had died yet, but it was only a matter of time.
"Setsuna." Michiru's voice shook her out of her reverie. Someone behind her muttered something, but a frown stopped anything else from being said.
"It's getting worse." Setsuna was once again wearing her cold, uncaring, unfeeling, mask and her voice reflected it. "If Kayla and Raven don't show up soon." She made a helpless gesture with her hands.
"Yeah, I know." Michiru was strangely subdued, but anyone could tell she had good news to tell.
With a sigh, Setsuna turned to face her, registering, but not acknowledging, the person behind her. Smiling inwardly at the spluttered exclamation of indignation, she looked coldly at Michiru. "Well?"
Grinning slightly at her companion, she answered. "We have a new recruit." Not in the least perturbed by the lack of reaction, she continued. "She's not exactly a fighter, but she has the potential to become one, physical and magical." Setsuna raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. "But, she is a mechanic. Positively gifted. It's amazing. Oh, she's also trained in first-aid."
This was obviously the part where the person was supposed to introduce themselves because they stepped forward. "I'm Bulma Briefs." She stated coolly. "I'm a Saiyan, ad I'm from Earth." The last sentence was said so defensively and challengingly that Setsuna knew the girl had heard about their position on Saiyan's and those from Earth.
"I'm happy for you." Came the reply. Bulma hadn't been expecting that and took a step back, as if slapped. "Let's get one thing straight here, Bulma. One; I don't care who or what you are, or where you came from. As long as you're completely loyal, and Michiru seems to think you are." Rebuke and anger flashed in Michiru's eyes. "Then I'm happy. Two; we aren't racist. The only reason why there aren't many Saiyans here is because they tend to be completely to their royalty, especially the king. Because of this, we can't use them. Understand?" Her words were so fierce that Bulma immediately nodded, and Flare responded.
"Look she's loyal. I've checked and rechecked just to make you happy." She was very angry and Ember roared. Flare roared back. Setsuna gave a low growl and Michiru growled right back. "The way you're acting," She shouted angrily, "you'll probably drive her away and we'll lose our best mechanic."
"Black dragon coming in!" The frantic shout cut through everyone's haze of anger, indignation, or hopelessness.
Immediately the two Greater Dragons stopped their little fight and took to the air. Flare informing her rider that it was Raven, and he was coming in fast. He seemed close to death.
Realizing that there was no one there but them, Setsuna shot Bulma a quick look. "Well mechanic," She hissed. "Here's your chance to prove your loyalty. Rider and Dragon are critically injured. They'll need your help as soon as they're on the ground." Bulma nodded, but Setsuna's attention was already back on the approaching Dragons.
Kayla groaned, trying to keep the encroaching darkness at bay. All she could remember was that she had to land and tell someone. something. She couldn't remember exactly who or what, but it was imperative, and apparently the dragon felt the same way by the erratic way he was flying.
"Almost there." Raven's weary voice barely reached her ears. "Flare!" His voice suddenly perked up, but the bone-weariness could still be heard.
Flare. It was familiar, but she just couldn't remember. Anger filled her entire being, giving her a surge of strength and some of her memories came back. Before she could analyze them, though, she was flung off the dragon's back.
Flare barely caught her brother as his energy gave out. The resulting turmoil caused Kayla to be pitched off, and for a brief moment she panicked. The other two dragons couldn't get there in time, so. Flare dove towards the ground; Raven miraculously holding on. Then Raven was gone, kicking off her back and catching Kayla right before he slammed into the ground.
Kayla managed to roll off and through her hazy vision saw three faces, two familiar. The third was preparing to do something with, with a needle. "Wait!" She croaked out. "Important. have to." The needle was coming close, too close. "Traitor. betrayal. failed, failed mission. watch," The world went black.
Setsuna and Michiru exchanged glances, Bulma was quiet, trying to stabilize Kayla, and behind them Chibi-Usa made an alarmed squeak. Immediately the two of them whirled around to face her.
"Aren't you on a mission?" Michiru's voice was dangerously soft and sweet.
Chibi-Usa blinked and quickly wiped all expression from her face. "It ended early." She looked past them to Kayla. "What happened to her?" Her voice and face held shock, surprise and concern, but they noticed a hidden glint in her eyes. It was almost malevolent.
Setsuna moved into her line of vision, blocking Kayla from sight. Flare moved in front of Raven, recognizing a potential threat, and making sure that she was in a position to protect him. With a soft growl, she glared at Chibi-Usa until she stopped looking. With a satisfied grunt, she flopped down and rested, the previous events had drained all her energy. "That's none of your concern now, is it? Shouldn't you be checking on your troops?"
Chibi-Usa flushed at the rebuke, but bit back the angry retort. Michiru smiled knowingly and turned her back on her. Her anger growing at the obvious dismissal, she turned back to Setsuna. "If I'm dismissed?"
"Of course." Setsuna waited until Chibi-Usa started to walk away before she called out, "Oh, and by the way, Serenity's looking for you. It seems you've been gone for about 2 months."
Mocking laughter followed Chibi-Usa as she walked as quickly as possible without it looking like she was running. Hatred coursed through her body. Hatred for Setsuna, Michiru, their dragons, her mother, and especially hatred for herself. She hated herself for being so weak-willed when it came to HIM. It was all HIS fault that this was happening. Because of HIM, and her, it was becoming harder for the rebels to win back their assorted kingdoms.
She had told Hotaru some of what was going on, but she had been met with anger and resentment. Hotaru had had the nerve to question not only her reliability, but her loyalty as well. If she only had the will, but every time she was near HIM, she felt like everything would be all right. Unfortunately, when she was away from HIM, the feelings would disappear. What was a 17-year old to do?
To make things worse, her mother had decided that she should spend more time with their uneasy allies, the Saiyans. Because of her long-time friendship and tutelage under Setsuna, they had decided that she would be able to tell them the most about her. But, for one, she was her friend, her teacher; and two, Setsuna was the most unpredictable person she had ever met. Even worse than Freiza, who was pretty predictable. All he wanted to do was conquer the Universe. Knowing Setsuna hadn't changed her opinion. The only predictable thing was how unpredictable she was.
It was rumored, and even she didn't know for sure, that Setsuna had allied herself with Cooler. If it was true, then the whole Universe would be in trouble. Right now it didn't seem like conquering the Universe was one of her goals, but she might suddenly changer her mind. May Kami and the Kias have pity and mercy on them, or all her enemies would be in trouble. She had a feeling that that wouldn't happen any time soon.
Sighing, she readied a transport to take her back to Earth, or Chikyuu as everyone else seemed to call it. About to step in, she stopped as if frozen. Who was that blue-haired girl? STUPID!! She thought angrily. And why was she allowed to go near Kayla, but not her, her who was Setsuna's student and friend. Or at least she used to be. She'd have to think about this.
Bulma sat back with a sigh. It had been hard, but she'd done it. Both rider and dragon were stabilized. That'd show Setsuna to ever doubt her. Her antagonism towards Setsuna wasn't that she had doubted her, if she hadn't, Bulma would've been concerned. No, her antagonism was that she'd been ignored as if she was nothing. She was Bulma Briefs, President and Head Inventor of Capsule Corp. But, she wasn't that anymore, she was a wanted outlaw, wanted by both Human and Saiyan.
How was she supposed to know he was the king in all but name? Bulma Briefs did not bow down to anyone, not Freiza, not Serenity, and definitely not for some stupid monkey who thought he could subdue her. She might be Saiyan, but she was not in his Empire or service. Sure she might have overreacted, just a little, to some of his comments, but her actions were justified. It was worth it to see the looks on everyone's faces, and then when she'd left, Serenity looked like she was going to have a seizure. She had totaled the mechanics on every ship but hers, and made sure that everything would malfunction. Then when she'd left, they'd all blown up! She could've died laughing. But he had no right to make those comments.
Being a Saiyan on a planet that was not very tolerant about other races was bad enough, but being a blue Saiyan, a rare occurrence even on her home planet, made it even worse. It had been hard earning the trust and respect of her peers, but she'd done it, and it was worth it. Even now, she was still friends with many of them, and it was through one of them that she had been introduced to Michiru and the cause of the rebellion. Rebel Fighting For the Outer Kingdoms, R.F.O.K. Not very awe-inspiring, but it worked. There was also the name Rebels Against Serenity and Vegeta, R.A.S.V. It was still a nice change to be judged on her talents, skills, and intelligence than on her looks and race.
To be among Greater Dragons, their riders, and to be accepted by them was something unexpected. They were even Shifters! A rare breed of Greater Dragons. She'd been in such company once before, and they had been condescending, arrogant, and rude. This had been a total surprise, the two riders she had just barely met weren't condescending to their peers, only their enemies and people they didn't like. They even treated their underlings like equals. So far they seemed like good people, cold and uncaring at times, but who could blame them? Their dragons were HUGE! Incredibly strong as well, very intimidating. Even with one practically dead, she was still awed in their presence. Rumor didn't do them justice.
"You're never going to hear this from me again, but," Setsuna's cold voice shook Bulma out of her reverie. "Good job. You have earned yourself a place here, or at any of the other rebel camps. You've also managed to earn our dragons trust in just one day, congratulations."
Bulma grinned exultantly. This was completely unexpected. It wasn't an apology, but she hadn't been expecting one. After all, everyone had pride, some more than others. The riders had an especially large share of it, as did she. They'd get along just fine.
Setsuna had started to walk away, but she paused and turned around. "You'll start your combat training tomorrow. Be ready around four a.m., Chikyuu time."