"I finally found you!"
On a regular busy day in New York, this would have been a regular outburst heard in the bustling crowd, but this was no ordinary person. A tall boy in pale blue armor pointed a tan finger at a black-haired teenage girl, a smile forming on his lip.
"You're the one that I have looking for," the boy snickered, grabbing the girl by the shirt collar and dragging her away. The crowd of New Yorkers looked at the boy and girl in shock, not knowing what to do.
"Wh-what do you want for me?" the girl asked, squirming in the boy's grasp.
"You'll need a little more training before you can join the other Saiyans," the boy replied, thrusting the girl onto a patch of grass.
"What's a Saiyan? I-I'm not a Saiyan!"
The boy felt the girl's pants, revealing a long brown monkey tail. "Does this prove enough?" he asked. The boy revealed his tail, which was wrapped around his waist. "Saiyans like you and me have these monkey tails to reveal our true power at the full moon."
"I have no clue what you're talking about," the girl said, yanking her tail away from the boy's grasp. "And even if I am a Saiyan, why do you want me?" It was obvious that the girl didn't know how much power Saiyans could hold, especially the one right in front of her.
The boy didn't answer. He brought the girl by the ear to a place away from the bustling New York: an alley. "Now, why don't we introduce ourselves," he said, letting go of the girl's ear and smirking.
The girl felt a shiver go down her spine. The so-called, "Saiyan", was terribly aggressive and obnoxious. Was she really in the same race as he was? "Um, I'm Mika," she said, looking at her feet embarrassingly. Mika wasn't used to staying this close and private with a boy, especially one that she didn't know at all.
"I'm Turles, and I will be your new master," Turles replied, a cold smile forming on his lips. Mika jumped to her feet in defense, only to be forced down to her knees by Turles.
"But, why me?" Mika asked, her face perplexed with both fear and anger. Why does she have to be a slave for this "Saiyan" guy?
"You'll need some time before training to become a real Saiyan. For now, you will abide to my every command."
Mika felt her eyes widen in surprise. Her family was rich, and she hardly did anything herself. Now she had to do everything for Turles? This was complicated. Mika opened her mouth for a retort, but decided not to. She gazed at Turles's arms and noticed they were large and ripped, so he might have a chance of snapping her in half before she even began fighting.
"Um, okay, Turles," Mika said, looking at his dark-brown eyes. Mika was astounded by herself to notice that Turles did look a little… attractive. His distinctive jet-black hair jutted out to the sides, and he had pale tan skin.
"You must call me Turles-sama," Turles corrected, getting to his feet and wiping the dirt off his armor.
Mika did the same. She knew that she had heard the term, "sama" before. After all, she had learned Japanese herself, watching many animes and translating the words into sentences. Doesn't "sama" mean someone that is of high class, or something? Mika thought. She shook the thought away and waited for Turles to lead her somewhere. He was her master, you know.
Turles brought Mika by the shoulder outside the alley, looking both ways for any New Yorkers or tourists walking around. When there was no sign of any people, Turles took Mika's hand and blasted into the air, purple energy surging around them.
Mika would have been scared to death being up so high, but her fears melted away at the warmth of Turles's hand. She tightened her grip on Turles's palm soothingly. Mika knew that Turles and she would never be together, but she could at least enjoy this one moment.
This was what it was like as the last female Saiyan.