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Chapter Three:

Bulla was standing face-to-face with Frieza and King Cold. It was a strange feeling for the Saiyan warrior, as she had really only ever faced the androids. Those were foes that no matter how hard she tried to beat, she was unsuccessful. For the first time in her life she knew this was a match she was sure to win.

"Well, well, well," Frieza laughed. "It looks like you might be a bit more amusing than I thought."

He shifted his weight and crossed his arms, still maintaining his distance from Bulla. She could tell he was soaking her in, examining her like a specimen of sorts. If he was scared (or even remotely concerned) he didn't show it. But it was not something that surprised her. From what she had heard of him, Frieza was cocky, which made him blind. It was the reason why Goku was able to defeat him. It would be the reason Bulla would succeed now.

"Laugh now while you can," she said. "Because in a few moments, you won't be."

King Cold snorted, now eyeing her down with the intensity of his son. He cracked a wicked smile and crossed his arms securely over his wide chest.

"Oh I happen to think this is quite funny," Frieza retorted. "I'll give you one more chance to run away, little girl. After that, you're mine."

Bulla's face remained unchanged. Part of her did want to run away, but not for fear she couldn't overtake the alien megalomaniacs. It was the fear of being seen by her father and mother. The fear of exposing her secret to them and jeopardizing her birth. It was the fear that she was making a huge mistake by interjecting herself in a conflict that the Z Fighters could possibly handle.

"So you've decided to stay?" Frieza laughed. "How quaint. I must say I admire you for sticking to your guns, even though you're no match for me. It's the honorable thing to do, really."

He fastened his hands to his hips, creating a powerful pose meant to intimidate.

"Right," she smirked. Frieza cocked his eyebrow, his smile twisting downward in a fit of confusion. "What do you know about honor, exactly?"

"I know plenty!" Frieza shouted, just a little bit harder than he intended. His anger was boiling up through his throat. "Your insolence will not be tolerated!"

King Cold had started to become inpatient with his son. All this back and forth was wasting time. He hadn't even wanted to come to this godforsaken planet in the first place. But his son seemed so hellbent on revenge, he felt bad telling him no. He had been practically obliterated by a dirty Saiyan, after all, left to die in the empty void that is space.

"Let's speed this up," he directed to his son. "I don't have all day."

Frieza looked over his shoulder to look at his father. How annoying, he thought. He had come all this way to prove to his father he was no pushover, that no one could truly destroy the unstoppable Frieza. It was pathetic enough that King Cold's men had to pick up literal pieces of him as he floated among rock and rubble. Now a little girl of all people was challenging him and his father was telling him to hurry.

"You should listen to your father," she echoed.

Frieza whipped his head around, a furious look on his face.

"You shut your mouth!" He screeched. "I am not here for you, I am—"

"Here for Goku, I know," she interrupted him. "So am I."

"You know him?" he asked cautiously.

"Only by reputation," she retorted. Frieza lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. "And when he arrives home, only one of us will be here to greet him."

This girl was really starting to rub him the wrong way. How did she know Goku? How did she know he was planning on meeting him on Earth? For a moment he considered that this youth was planning on killing Goku herself, but if that were the case, would she not offer to join forces?

"I find it very interesting that you seem to know my plans before they've even been deployed," he said. "Are you here to kill Goku too?"

"No," she said stoically. "I am here to kill you."

"Really!" Frieza laughed, his father King Cold echoing his fit of disbelief. "Do you—a weakling—really think you're any match for me?! Alright, child, why don't you go ahead and show me then if you're so confident you can win."

She pushed her feet into the ground, her eyes never breaking from the merciless aliens. She smiled. "Gladly."

As the two laughed at her expense, she began to power up. This time, though, she did it purposefully slow. For her to reach Super Saiyan required just a few seconds, but she wasn't pressed for time. Now, she wanted to put on a bit of a show. She'd only ever been beat down in her life, never once did she have a chance for theatrics. Standing in front of Frieza and King Cold it was her time.

The ground began to shake and slowly the two aliens stopped laughing, Their refusal to admit her power turned into disbelief. There she was, powering up, creating a forcefield of energy that spit out of her like a wildfire. At the same time, though, it was controlled and purposeful. Their eyes began to widen as they saw her big, blue eyes flicker to green.

"It can't be!" Frieza yelled.

She pushed even further, letting out a guttural scream. Soon she was encompassed by a yellow light, her blue hair spiking up straight and turning pure gold. The bodies of Frieza's slain men shot up in the air, falling back around her like a sudden rainstorm. The earth trembled below her feet and the light around her continued to grow. The vibrations in the air were so strong, it was almost as if the aliens could see them shooting out of her.

Frieza lurched back in disbelief. In this young woman's eyes she saw Goku on Namek. He saw his fate coming back to him over again—a new planet, the same destiny. Shook to his core, he stumbled back while his father looked on disapprovingly.

"I told you," Bulla laughed. "Are you surprised?"

Frieza was shell shocked for another moment before gathering his thoughts. Another Super Saiyan? For a dead race, they sure kept popping up all over the place.

"You…" he grimaced. "You! Who are you?! How are you a Saiyan!? I destroyed them all!"

"Well, you didn't destroy me," she said confidently. "And you won't destroy me now."

He let out a blast from his hand which she easily dodged. It wasn't his strongest attack, but it wasn't his weakest either, which concerned him. Civilizations had fallen at the hands of Frieza easily, but here was this girl—no older than 18, he thought—and she was presenting to be a challenge. First she killed his men, then she stupidly challenged him and his father to a fight. Now she turned Super Saiyan?

"If you're not too scared, you can try and fight me," Bulla baited him. "But I'm warning you, I will kill you."

"Not if I kill you first!" Frieza screamed, lunging at her with fervor. He shot a powerful energy blast straight into her direction.

She smiled, dug her feet deeper into the ground, and prepared for what would undoubtedly be the easiest fight of her life so far.