Inconsolable Hime
Ch4_The Tale of a Saiyan

They were an elite squadron of space pirates. They worked for a "company" that operated outside of Frieza's troop. They would never vow their loyalty to that beast. They would never bow to anyone.

The pirates in the troop, the one her squadron resided in, were simply terrified of her. Not only because she was the strongest and coldhearted one among them but because she was a Saiyan, one of the most renowned race of Space Fighters in their galaxy.

If she hadn't become a space pirate/fighter she would have never met him, would have never learned that she wasn't the last Saiyan like she had believed.

Kiyomi's squadron was sent to a small planet called some long name that no one could pronounce nor remember. He came there with a separate team then the one that he, Napa, and Vegeta led. But they obviously didn't know that the planet had already been taken over.

They, Kiyomi and her team, were terrorizing the inhabitants constantly just for sport. They even destroyed the physical components of the cities as they advanced. Men, women, children, it didn't matter; they were all vermin to them. They didn't care. They were just doing their job and fulfilling their insatiable desire for fighting.

"Hey," A gruff voice called out one night as they were exterminating a decent size village. Kiyomi looked over her shoulder then saw a man with dark eyes, long black hair. He wore armor that was similar to Kiyomi's. She turned completely around. With her hand she brushed the blood out of her hair, which was kept short back then. It was cut off underneath her ears. Her bangs fell in her piercing eyes. She was shorter then too, was about four inches shorter then, and at least fifteen years old, in human years.

The guy had a similar gadget to hers on his face. He crossed his arm, "What do you think you're doing here?" He asked her. "Tell me your name."

"I don't make a habit of giving my name to muscle-bound thugs. We are preparing this pitiful planet for a client to buy it." Kiyomi answered.

"Oh are you now?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

"Why don't you run home little girl and leave the big jobs to the men?"

Kiyomi's eyebrow twitched. Her squadron became tense then looked at their leader nervously. "Call me 'little girl' one more time." She dared him with her eyes narrowed.

A smirked appeared on his face, "Little…girl…" He dragged out the words to taunt her.

He felt pain and a solid fist come in contact with his jaw. Raditz went flying through a few buildings. He got up out the rubble. He flew back. He spit the blood out that had pooled in his mouth. He rubbed the stinging sensation away from his cheek. "You damned..." Raditz had to admit, not aloud, she had one mean arm.

Kiyomi smirked, "I warned you." Her tail unwrapped itself from her waist.

"A tail?" Raditz's face was covered with shock for once. "You're a Saiyan…That's not possible…"

"Part Saiyan actually," She said. She was feeling energetic, "I tell you what, let's play a game."

"A game?"

"Yeah, it's a race." Kiyomi said with a grin. Saiyans loved challenges. "The both of us and our three strongest fighters will race to finish off the rest of the inhabitants in the next twenty-four hours. Whoever wins gets to ask any three questions of the loser. The loser has to answer those questions and then leave the planet."

Raditz thought about it for a minute. "Sounds like fun," He smirked. "Let's go."

Kiyomi held up a delicate hand that was covered in her victims' blood. "Not so fast, my game has rules hotshot," She told him. "Any members of either team may fight the members of the opposing team, but you are not allowed to kill them. Second, no substitutions or take backs allowed, once you pick your fighters you're stuck with them. Savvy?"

"Fine," Raditz said. "Is she really a Saiyan and a space fighter or is she just pulling my tail?" Raditz wondered to himself.

"Alright," Kiyomi crossed her arms with a smirk. "Make your selections then we can get started."

############### (Two Hours until Time's up)

Kiyomi had picked three of her teammates that had been with her since the beginning. They were beating the civilians left and right. From what they could tell they were one step ahead of the guy she walloped and his buddies. Kiyomi remembered the tail around the man's waist, he was a Saiyan too. He could probably tell her what she wanted to know. "I will win this game," Kiyomi thought to herself.

Raditz went on ahead of his team to scout out the area. That girl's face would not stop interrupting his thoughts. "Damn it all. Who the hell is she? And how is it possible that she's a Saiyan?" She was appealing to him. She was the first woman to ever really catch his eye. She was younger than him, that much he could tell, but her exact age he had no clue. She was a little tall and was slim, and had quite an ample bust. Her skin was milky and fair, blemish free. Blemish free as in acne and such, but her skin bared numerous deep and light scars that were more than likely left over from battles, but none marked her pretty face. Her short black hair was thick and shiny. Her shadowy eyes were fierce and penetrating. Her eyes sent shivers down his spine, but it wasn't fear, it was a feeling that told him that he had seen those eyes before. But there was something in her, something deep down that reminded Raditz of Vegeta.

############### (Five Minutes Left)

They made it to the finish line, where they all ran into each other, about ten minutes ago. "What is it about that guy that I can't shake?" Kiyomi wondered as she sat silently on a hill of rubble with her scrapped legs crossed. She sensed his energy not too far away from his team. He was searching out the area ahead of them. "So he knows how to think ahead. Too bad he doesn't know how to think quickly." Kiyomi stood up.

They would arrive at the place that Kiyomi and her team were soon. The man, she not yet knew his name and neither did he know hers, and his men were only ten miles away from where they were. It didn't matter to Kiyomi how long it would take the guy to get there; Kiyomi had already won their little contest.

Kiyomi stood up again when she sensed the man and the others right above them, flying in from their killing spree. "Well," Kiyomi smugly smirked up at him and crossed her arm over her chest, "It took you long enough."

"Damn," He sneered as he landed with his team.

"Looks like I win." Kiyomi ran her fingers through her short thick hair. Raditz snarled. "Hey," Kiyomi smiled, "Don't get angry. It's your own fault for losing." Raditz scowled. "Let's talk somewhere a little less crowded, without your flunkies. It'll be more private that way."

"Fine with me," Raditz said. They disappeared and reappeared several miles away from their teams. "Alright, let's get this over with," Raditz crossed his arms and leaned against a wall of a destroyed building nonchalantly. "What is it that you want to know onna?"

"Well, for starters," Kiyomi kneeled by a small pool of water. She cupped her hands and scooped up some water and poured it over her hair and brushed her hair with her fingers. She scooped up some more water and splashed it on her face. She stood wiping the water out of her eyes. She turned and looked at him, "What's your name, tough guy?"

"Raditz," He answered her. He figured she would want to know that but he also figured maybe she wouldn't ask that.

"Okay Raditz, here's my second question," Kiyomi turned fully around to face him. "I want you to tell me what you know."

Raditz arched an eyebrow," Tell you what I know about what exactly?"

"Tell me…What do you know about Prince Vegeta?"

"How do you know that name?"

"I'm the one asking the questions here." Kiyomi told him.

"I don't care. I asked you one anyway…" He sighed when Kiyomi crossed her arms and looked at him indifferently. "Fine," Raditz sat his exhausted body on a boulder of rubble. "As you said, Vegeta is a prince. He is the prince of the Saiyan race to be more precise. He's younger than me but he is stronger and more ruthless. He was Frieza's pawn from the beginning. Frieza forced Vegeta's father to give him his son. Shortly after that Frieza slaughtered the king…" Raditz's teeth clinched and his fists grew tense against his knees, "Then he destroyed our planet and eliminated our people almost to complete extinction, immediate genocide. We never told Vegeta the truth, he believes that the planet Vegeta was destroyed by a huge meteor shower."

Kiyomi sensed Raditz's hatred, "Frieza has you and Vegeta under his thumb, doesn't he?"

"More than you'll believe… Vegeta has been training obsessively to get stronger so he can kill Frieza…What all has happened to Vegeta has made him a total stranger. He's not Vegeta anymore."

"How so?"

Raditz looked at her, "He had a heart once and now that heart has been ripped out of his chest."

"And what about you?"

Raditz just simply looked at her then smirked, "Never had one."

Kiyomi nodded in understanding. "Alright, time for you to hold up the rest of the bargain, you and your goons have to leave."

"I haven't forgotten the deal onna," Raditz stood up and began to walk away.

"Wait," Kiyomi said, "I still have one more question."

Raditz stopped then looked over his shoulder at her after a minute, "What is it?"

"Will I ever see you again?" She wondered.

"What would you care if you ever see me again or not?" Raditz asked her.

Kiyomi merely shrugged, "I don't know. I guess one reason would be that I would like to fight you some day."

Raditz smirked, "Yeah, we will if that's what you want. Now I have a question. What's your name?"

She grinned at him, "Kiyomi. And when you start to miss me Raditz, you can find me on my home planet, Mondekila."

"Yeah right, like I'd ever miss you."

To Be Continued…