Kira was not the most agile fighter she had ever faced in her fighting career, but she always remembered that he was cunning and precise. Those two traits made up the deadliest combination of attributes when it came to a fighter.

She stood yards across from him now. There was something eerie in the way he stood straight up. It was almost as if he knew something was going to happen. Chiyo felt the chill bumps go down her spine at the thought.

Kira was of a race similar to humans, but that didn't necessarily make him weak; however, Chiyo smirked. It just meant she was a little bit stronger.

"You know, your majesty, it doesn't have to be this way." He sighed and reached for his sword,pulling it out of its holder. It was decent-sized and light which made it tactically easier. He gripped tightly onto it with his right hand. She had only seen Kira's weapon once, but she knew it was deadly.

It was, after all, the weapon that had killed the prince.

She heavily let out an exasperated sigh. "Trunks, definitely don't get in the way of this one. His weapon is laced with poison. One wrong slice, and it won't be pretty." She spoke evenly and powerfully toward Trunks, trying to show her dominance in the situation at hand. Though, she knew that she wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation.

His weapon was laced with poison, and yet, he was going to use it on her. They wanted her alive, and the cure was rare at best.

She glanced down at her left hand. She didn't want to reveal her sword, but without it, she was at a huge disadvantage. She couldn't create any space if he got close to her, and even if she used ki blasts, the probability that he was going to stay that far away from her was slim to none.

Trunks just stood next to Chiyo speechless. He was in no position to argue with her. She knew more about these fighters than he did, and she obviously had some background history with them. He saw her glance head down to the palm of her left hand. Suddenly, she formed a Z-shape with her index finger near her side with her palm still open. A bright glow formed in the shape of a sword and quickly vanished to reveal the actual sword.

Trunks could not help but admire it. The craftsmanship that was put into the thing was magnificent. The small details made the sword a high-class weapon. The blade was sharpened to perfection and the handle was absolutely hand-crafted for a custom fit.

Trunks turned and traveled to the nearest rock and sat down. There was no need in standing up and in her way. He figured if any sword was going to have a chance against one laced with poison, it was going to be the one in Chiyo's hand.

Kira nodded toward Chiyo. "Well, I guess we'll do this the difficult way."


Goten just looked at the scenario in front of him. Sword combat was one of Trunk's specialties, but when he backed down, that meant that Chiyo must have been better.

Bra just looked at the time on her phone. "This is so boring. There's no action, and I'm stuck here behind a rock formation." Suddenly, she felt a surge of energy coming in the direction in front of her. She knew that surge all too well. Her father was coming, and he was thoroughly pissed. "This'll be good."

Goten simply turned around to look at the girl. "Are you crazy? You can't say anything's good when Vegeta's pissed."


Kira stepped forward slowly, inching his way closer and closer to Chiyo. Chiyo knew that Vegeta was heading in the battle's direction. That was probably the last thing she wanted to deal with during this matchup. She looked back at Trunks quickly. "Trunks, when your father gets here, make sure he does not get involved."

Trunks sighed as he stood up again. It could never be easy. And this command was not going to be an easy task to perform. His father was fuming. And yet, he nodded.

Chiyo turned back to see Kira was only a few meters away. His smug smirk irritated her to the core. He was no better than she was. "Your majesty, just because you have his sword, that doesn't make you a skilled swordsman."

Chiyo gripped the sword tightly as she took a sprinting dash. It was better to get him surprised than let him have the first move. "We'll see about that."

As soon as she swung the sword at him, he met it halfway quickly pushing her back as she struggled to stay on her feet. His sword felt heavy against her own. It was not an easy feat against Kira. She knew it wouldn't be, but she thought that he might give enough space for her to win. She just had to keep attacking, and his defense would crumble. She jumped back and went after him again. Right before the swords met she transported behind him. She got a piece of skin from his shoulder. The blood trickled down her blade and hit the ground, staining it red.

Kira turned to face her while smiling. "I'm impressed, my princess." He swung his sword down to the ground in front of her, causing the ground to split at her feet. She simply stepped to the side. Fancy theatrics weren't going to faze her.


Vegeta landed next to his son. He had a surprisingly calm demeanor, but Trunks could tell he was faking it. "She's doing well but herself I take it."

Trunks crossed his arms. "You could say that."

Vegeta just shook her head. "It won't last long."


Chiyo threw the sword over her shoulder and near Kira's face only to be blocked by his sword. There was nothing she could do but attack. With no evident weakness detected, she had no choice. She backed up. She was going to take a different approach.

She shot a ki blast into the sky, and Kira looked at it go up. Chiyo looked over at Vegeta. "Vegeta! Use an explosive wave."

Vegeta simply looked at the girl. No one gave him orders. "No, I don't think I will."

Chiyo just stood there. She had heard that Vegeta was stubborn, but this was absolutely insane. Kira darted toward, and before she could move back quick enough, his blade scraped against her forearm. As Kira smiled, she moved into him, shoving the sword deep into his stomach. Kira fell down to his knees quickly. The smile had quickly been wiped from his face.

Chiyo held onto her arm tightly as she yanked the sword out. She began to walk over to where Vegeta and Trunks were standing. She turned to face Kira who was facedown in the dirt. She pushed her hand through her sword, and the sword quickly poofed into small red particles. She let the wind carry them over in Kira's direction. She then turned and continued walking. She held her fingers and snapped, allowing the particles to explode.

She stared at Vegeta for a few seconds with disgust. "Vegeta, there's a reason why I told you to do that! That sword he used with laced with an almost incurable poison." She turned to view the last man standing. "And now, we will be headed to my planet after everything is finished up here."

Vegeta just smirked and looked at the guy across from him. "You say we like I was involved in this at all. You put this on yourself."

Chiyo sighed and smirked back at him. "I would bet that Bulma would think differently."

She looked at the figure left in the distance. She had seen him several times in the palace, but she knew absolutely nothing about him except for the fact that he was one of the Elite fighters.

The pain in her forearm was growing steadily. That was not a good sign.

And then he spoke. "Alright, you win." He looked at his watch and then suddenly disappeared.

Trunks looked down at Chiyo's forearm. She was relatively calm for the situation she was in.

Chiyo suddenly looked at him. "How soon can you get a ship ready?"

He sighed. This was the last thing he wanted to do. No more adventures for him, but as her panic lit in her eyes, he changed his mind. "I'd say an hour tops."