The next hallway down I make a stop at my room. Koran follows me in as I start rummaging through my drawers. I grab my blue spandex and more proper fitting undergarments. I start to take off my underwear right there in the open.

"Aw, come on do you have to do that right in front of me?" Koran whines while blocking me from his view.

"Don't be such a prude! You act like you've never seen a woman before." I say and laugh out loud to his childish behavior. Hah, I just love embarrassing him. I finish putting on my spandex. They were cut like briefs and had thick tank top like straps. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up my white yellow-toed boots.

"Ready?" Koran asks. I stand up and readjust my spandex so it shows off a little more booty than necessary.

"Ready." I scoop up my scouter and walk out the door.

We make our way down to the lunch hall. I stop in the doorway and inhale the wonderful odors. I immediately walk to the front of the line and a couple of guys grunt in protest. I turn around, just give them a cold stare, and they shut up. That's right, good boys. I grab everything and anything I can manage to carry back with me to a table. Unfortunately, I'm met with a huge road block.

"Well isn't it my favorite little Saiyan?" He did not just make fun of my height.

"Get out of my way Uroge." I squeeze past him while trying to balance all of my food. I spot Koran at a table and make my way towards him. I sit to eat but that oaf Uroge blocks my light.

"I heard about your little accident this morning." I just stare at him while I shovel food in my mouth. "It's quite funny", he continues "that Master Frost holds you to such high esteem, and you can't even control your own power." Stupid Uroge, he's your typical cocky new guy with an ego the size of a blimp. He thinks he's the greatest, but has yet to spar with the best of us, especially me.

"Alright then, frog face, training room B." I look over to Koran, his grin is contagious. "Fifteen minutes."

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"Gloves." I ask as I pat my arms and legs with a thin layer of white powder. Koran comes back with a pair of white fingerless gloves. The knuckles have a thin layer of padding so my skin won't break when I bash in that amphibian's face. I look over to the opposite side of the room. Uroge is standing with a couple of his "pals" laughing as if he has this in the bag.

I crack my knuckles, step on the mat and head towards the center. A lot of people are standing along the walls. Well, what do you know, an audience. I twitch my tail, and in one swift motion, wrap it around my waist. Uroge steps up and takes his position. What a funny sight we must be. Uroge must be at least seven feet tall and me a measly five two. No matter, I will murder him anyways. "First to submission?" I ask. He nods, a bead of sweat already runs between his bulgy eyes.

He makes the first move, a right punch to my face. I dodge and knee him in the sternum, I hear the wind being knocked out of him. He reels forward, gasping for breath. I position myself behind him, waiting for him to turn around. He turns and punches left, I block and take a sidestep to the right. He punches right and I maneuver myself so I grab his right bicep and forearm. I pull down and kick into his shins with my inside leg. He's sent face first to the mat, landing with a loud thud. I quickly pull his arm over his back and shove upward sending his shoulder out of socket. He lets out a scream of pain. I jump to the other side and do the same with the other arm. Then, to make sure he calls out a submission, I jump back and put one foot behind the base of his neck and the other on the floor in front of his face. I reach down and crank his arms up and back. It's a most unnatural position. His pain brings a grin to my face.

"Okay, okay" he groans between breaths. I pull harder.

"Okay what?" I say calmly.

"You win", he lets out another scream, "I submit!"

I let go and smirk in triumph. The spectators laugh and clap at Uroge's predicament. One clap stands out and the audience quiets. "That was most pathetic Uroge. If you can be dispelled that easily, I have no use for you." Frost hisses. Then, in the blink of a eye Uroge is gone. Only a few scraps of burnt clothing are left. "Ceres, Koran. I have work for you."

"Yes, Master Frost." We answer and bow in unison.