DragonBall Destiny: This is my own little version of the series Dbz. This is in an alternate universe, so ignore everything that happened in the series. It doesn't apply here. I did take some ideas, but you'll know what I mean once you read it.

Disclaimer: I don't claim any of the ideas, like Sayjins and other things, to be mine. They belong to the people in Japan, and Funimation. Akira Toriyama, blah whatever. Only the characters not from the series are mine. So don't steal them!

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I stood loosely at attention waiting for his attack while I wondered how long it would take for me to come out the winner again. I looked at his eyes while cautiously reading his attacks from the middle of his body. His weight shifted up and backwards; in the time his slow movements were finished I could've been home; I smirked and flexed my front fist as he lifted his back leg falling right into my predictions. Reacting with exceptional timing, I extended my arm and struck the back of his knee bending his leg around my arm and I threw him across the ground for about 5 feet. He got up roughed up a little bit and smiled like he was enjoying what he knew was going to turn into a massacre with him on the losing side. He came at me again; I had to be careful, as his wild movements were dangerous if I misread them. Leaning back to give myself additional time, I saw his waist twist to face the right. Focusing my attention on his shoulders I blocked the wide hook easily. He came back, and his stomach turned back to the left and outside to the right again. Reacting smoothly I leaned back missing the follow-up hook. Then as he twisted back right, I caught his temple-aimed-backhand. Rotating my arm to the outside of his elbow, he yelled in pain as I twisted it to the right. I continued the clock-wise movement and kicked him in the ribs, hard, slamming him to the ground motionless. Deciding to end the fight quickly, I move in swiftly aiming a kick towards his throat, but I pull up short when a woman intervens bravely. I look at her with a raised eyebrow on my face, curiosity plainly visible. She was panting hard, clearly angry at my seeming ruthlessness. She was small in the most general terms, weighed about 115 pounds in my eyes. She was about 5'4", with silky silver hair; she also had creamy chocolate skin, and hazel eyes. She looked mixed with Puerto Rican and African American, her extremely well shaped body discouraged any follow up attack on the broken man she was protecting.

"What are you doing?" she screamed at me.

I was shocked at her voice, it was light, and almost carried a singing tone to it, which intoxicated me.

"Answer me!" she reached a sharp note that took me out of my reverie.

"It would seem to me," I almost smirked. "That if you didn't know the answer to your foolish question, you probably would have let me snap his neck into more pieces than most people have the time to count."

Her eyes narrowed and she balled her fists with a barely audible growl.

"If it's any consolation, this is his fault. He crossed the wrong fighter."

"What?"

"Just let him know that he should never come between me and my goal for any extended period next time. And he'll walk home next time." I turned to leave but she grabbed my arm with fiery determination burning in her eyes.

"And who says you'll be able to walk home yourself!" she seemed to be speaking more to herself than to me. This clued me in that she had seen me fight.

"Well, I was actually planning on flying home," I laugh to myself.

"This isn't some kind of joke!" she continued to delay her inevitable attack. I watched her waist carefully, for any signs of attack, while I looked at her beautiful flaming eyes.

"I'm dead serious."

She growled, a sound completely unsuited for her vocal cords, and struck at me, with a serpent-like stinging quickness. The first hit I completely missed, but I just knew that it snapped my head back. I shook my head and focused, she'd made herself another target for me, and I wouldn't get lost scanning her body like I'd just done. She twisted around with a follow up hook kick, and I leaned back, reluctant to hit her with the uppercut I knew she'd left herself open for. Knowing my instincts would soon takeover, and I could possibly kill her because of her sloppy techniques; I folded my hands behind my back. Taking a small step backwards with my left foot, I waited for her next move. She twisted her hips to the left and swung a wide left hook. Smirking, I ducked under her hook and leaned past her, a difficult task for someone 6', ending up half behind her. Leaving my left foot in front of hers, I wrapped my left elbow across her back and flipped her over my back leg, landing her on the ground face first. She yelped at the contact from the hard asphalt. She got up, as rain began to pour over us, and began another pointless assault.

"You know," I went on the defensive avoiding every one of her blows effortlessly. "It would be much easier for me to apologize if you'd let up."

She stopped breathless, and looked up at me, soaked to the skin.

"Apologize?"

"You think if I knew you'd get mad at me for annihilating him, I would've done it?" I smirked.

"I have no idea who you are."

"Déshawn, Jackson." I held out my hand.

She ignored it brusquely, "Ayana."

"Ayana what?"

"Don't worry about it."

"You're Ethiopian?" I raised an eyebrow, trying not to get distracted again.

"Never been there though…" she seemed to regret it greatly.

"But the name suits you." I say.

"You think?" she smiled at me. Then realizing what she was doing, quickly wiped it off.

"What special interest does this near corpse hold for you?"

"He's my brother." I raise an eyebrow at her "brother" who was much lighter in shade than herself. "Step-brother."

"In that case," I couldn't believe what I was about to do. No other girl would've stopped me from killing an opponent for even this long. "I'll cut Jimi loose this time. Just tell him to never square up with me again unless he is ready to die."

She stared at me hard, "and what do you gain from his death?"

"One less knife in my back to worry about," I turned around slowly and began to walk off.

"It's Jimiyu."

I turned around slowly, and looked at her inscrutable face.

"His real name is Jimiyu."

"Thank you, no matter how uninterested in his name I was." I didn't want to leave quite yet. Her hair intrigued me, knowing she was Ethiopian made me wonder about her silver hair. "I promise to not kill him, as long as he doesn't push me to, if you tell me why your hair is silver."

She looked appalled at me for a second, then looked almost grateful at my offer to garuntee his life. She started to talk but stopped for a second and seemed to think hard. "My story is long and tramautizing, so I don't think you need to know that."

I shrugged and was about to lift off when she finished, "yet."

I looked at her, and she was biting her lip, seemingly anxious. The rain sort of lightened up to a, almost pleasant, drizzle.

"Well then, I guess I have an incentive to keep up with you then."

Turning, I decided to walk off instead of flying, leaving her behind me. However, I made sure I could recognize her extremely weak ki, wherever I wanted to.