A/N: The reason for Ringo to not immediately understand what Fasha is saying is intentional, as Harry's soul has entered her body. I then moved it back to 'English' as the brain translated it into and of course, so the readers don't get flustered or frustrated. There are naturally some things that just don't translate between languages though, as everyone knows. I will be creating a handbook/dictionary, just a (hopefully) fun little thing that as the author and reader, we all can enjoy together.

"Talking" Normal speech

'Insert witty comments' Thoughts

"No." Conjoined speech w/both past & present lives

"ta o wum potwof waf yam ta maya wut wum wure torku oy" Saiyan pronunciation w/o translation; jfklsjf xD

"Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it."

The point between being awake and unconsciousness is needle thin. Floating aimlessly in a sea of darkness.

"...Ya yaluy, ap har ho. Yaw har kar! Tar, yoyut aw!"

'Where am I...? Who...is that?'

Pain!

Body twisting, tightening in on itself defensively, the person attempted to move away from the horrible pressurized feeling. 'Why can't I speak? This...hurts. You're hurting me!' Eyes opened and shut weakly, only managing to catch a glimpse of bright, blinding blue all around.

'The world is blue...No...that's not right...'

There was a sharp stinging sensation originating from the cheek area.

"Mapama lu tam lep..."

'What? I can't understand you.'

"Fasha! Fasha, c-calm down. Ringo's already injured. You're only aggravating her wounds." Suddenly, the world tilted and a purple...thing is looking at her. "Follow my fingers. Thaaaaaaaaat's it. You're doing well. So well. I need you to keep focusing on me."

"Go' hi'?" Just saying that little bit is extremely difficult. Something wet and coppery dribbled down her chin and belatedly, she realizes it to be blood. "G-Guhhh..." Face screwing up with agony as the purple thing is now in her space, touching her side gently. "Hu'ts."

"For you to admit that, it is much worse than it appears." Shaking it's bulbous purple head, it clicked it's tongue. "Alright, Ringo. On three, Fasha and I will lift you up. It's going to hurt but bear with us and try to stay awake. It's very important." It stressed the words in certain areas and part of her wants to lash out at how she's being treated like a helpless infant...but she is helpless right now.

It's not a good feeling.

So reluctantly, she nodded.

"On three, Fasha." The short black haired and violet eyed female tightened her lips but nodded. "It's a small distance to the ship but there will be a lot of jostling. What's your solution for that, rome-Ezra?"

Her eyes skirted back to Ringo who let out a wet exhale.

"I have faith that your comrades will cover our retreat." The being commented in an absent tone. "Regardless of any way we move her, she'll be in pain. If we can get her into the rejuvenating tank fast enough, good. If not…" There didn't need to be an explanation of what would happen if she wasn't moved quickly.

"R'dy." Breathing shallowly through her mouth, Ringo reached out to Fasha who hooked her arm underneath the other's neck and shoulders, Ezra supported her thighs and back.

By some unspoken signal, both Fasha and Ezra started to move. Just as the former predicted, Ringo was in a lot of pain and there was so much jostling as they jogged to the space pods. Blood seeped onto the ground every three or four steps. Although Ringo wanted to clamp a hand onto her injured body, she did not. Her teeth were gritted together so hard that Fasha worried that they'd break underneath the strain.

"Next time, we charge together. Okay, tuye?" Carefully, they lowered Ringo, not on the ground exactly, but just enough that Ezra could get a hand free to punch in the code that unlocked the spaceship and they ducked inside. "Our combined might and fury will leave others standing in awe. We will be talked about for generations."

"Ha...ha...ha…" Ringo let out a wheezy laugh. "Good...plan…" Fasha forced a chuckle, managing to even sound halfway honest in her amusement. "The greatest of plans." Banter like this wasn't uncommon between the two of them and lasted much longer, so to hear Ringo stop, she glanced down at the other female, her pulse spiking with anxiety as she saw how fatigued Ringo truly was.

"In here." Ezra opened one of the rejuvenation tanks and the two of them gingerly placed Ringo inside. "You can rejoin the battle, you'll be of no use here."

Green-blue water started to fill the tank after he attached some electrode wires to Ringo's forehead and removed her armor quickly and efficiently, totally disinterested in her nudity.

"If she dies…" Fasha began to threaten.

"Then her true mate will be the one who has my head. Not you." Ezra interrupted her curtly, snorting as he caught her surprised expression before she quickly stifled it.

"Do you think me to be a fool? I have been in the employ of Lord Frieza for many years. Worked alongside Saiya-jins for twice as long. I know a mated pair when I see one. Though their bond is fragile and on the cusp of breaking, they are each other's bonded half."

Fasha eyed Ezra shrewdly and he stared back plainly.

After a second or so, she turned on her heel and strode from the room, "I'd think very carefully about who else I share that information with if I were you."

Ezra let out an explosive sigh. "Monkeys. Always spoiling for a fight…" he muttered under his breath. He locked in some more codes that would allow the tank to alert him immediately if Ringo's vitals were taking a steep turn and then left the room for a minute, walking down the corridor of the ship to the cleaning chamber to get a new uniform and more supplies, just in case.

Less than ten minutes later, a tall man with unkempt hair which partially stood on end, a scar on his left cheek, slightly darker skin and sharp eyes entered the room. His brown monkey tail swishing gently behind him. "Ringo…" He reached out to touch the tank.

Ringo's eyelids opened a little bit, revealing the grey irises were unfocused and still a bit cloudy with pain. Then her eyes shut again. Someone was watching...Observing really. But the exact gender was hard to distinguish while feeling so weak. Whoever it was, they didn't feel hostile so she surrendered to oblivion, letting the tank's healing properties work on her body.

No one was there to bear witness to how her hand outstretched towards the male's unconsciously, mirroring his action.

And that's a wrap.

This chapter has been updated September 13, 2019, 1:43 A.M.

Information about the site where I created the Saiyan language will be found on my profile.

If you don't feel like doing the legwork, I'll simply add translations at the end of every chapter.

(1): You die, so will we. You will live! Fight, damn it!

(2): Strength I give to you.

(3): doctor

(4): sister