Chapter 6
We awaken. "So… are we there?" asks #8. "Not quite." I respond as I look out the window. I see nothing but space… well, except for that huge space station that we're going towards.
"That must be it." I say as I point at the station.
"Space Capsule #94862, respond and identify yourselves." the radio crackles.
"Uh… yeah." Hadn't figured on this, but then again, was I just gonna walk in? "You guys hiring?"
"… where'd you get this shuttle?" the radioman responds after a little bit. Gee, aren't I the slick one? Here goes… "Found it stranded, we decided to patch it up and use it ourselves." "Where was it stranded?" Now it's time to pull out the bullshit… "We were planet hopping, our own capsule was damaged, and we found this one. I don't know the planet, but it was pretty wasted." "… Bring them in." Damn, can't believe that worked!
Then again, they didn't fully trust us as I found out shortly. No guns were pointed at us, but there were soldiers everywhere. Of course, they were mostly around the 700 range, nothing to #8 and I.
"Come." A man beckons at us. Must be the radioman, sounds the same. We follow. I notice a curious thing, all of the armor seems very similar. But I just put that off as a military identification thing, even though this is supposed to be a mercenary organization. But what was really interesting, was that all the armor seemed to fit everyone perfectly, and I mean PERFECTLY. There were also plenty of those glass eyepieces like the one from the capsule.
Seems 700 is about the common range for these guys. They all seem like grunts though. But there were some higher up people. I saw numbers like 1500, 3000, 5000, and even 9500. The higher leveled people didn't have any visible cannons though.
"Enter." The radioman points at a room. We enter. And I see… a short white/purple alien guy with a long tail. He's also flanked by two body guards, one fat and pink with spiked (literally) hair, and the other a well built green guy with light green hair and a white cape.
As silly as they may have looked, their power levels were no joke. Fatty ranked 15,000, and the green dude was also showing 15,000, yet with a hidden max of 24,000. But scariest of all was the fragile looking white guy. He ranked at about 150,000 with a hidden power level of at least 700,000! I couldn't even get an accurate reading!
"So…" The white alien begins, "I hear you are interested in joining my mercenary organization." "Yes." I reply.
"Just so you understand, we aren't entirely… mercenaries." "Oh?" #8 voiced. "Yes, we're more like planet brokers. We take planets and sell them." "Good enough." I say. I'm starting to wonder, does this guy personally interview all applicants? That sounds pretty dumb, but then again, he does have the power to back it up…
"But, may I so inquire of you an answer, how you expect to amount to anything if you have a power level of merely zero?" The white alien asks. His (Her? It?) bodyguards snicker. I grin "Have a guard come in then. I would take one of your bodyguards, but they are beyond us." I say deadpan.
"Very well. Dodoria, call in Kewie." The white one says to Fatty, who is apparently Dodoria. "Heh, this will be amusing."
A few minutes later, a short purple guy comes in and kneels down, with on his head what seems to be… nostrils? "What do you wish of me, Master Freeza?" So… the white guy's Freeza, eh?
"I want you to test the abilities of these strangers, start with the male one." "My pleasure Freeza. They don't even show up on the scouters." Heh, speaking of which, this Kewie guy only ranks 5000, well below me.
"Come." I beckon to Kewie. "Bring it on." And so he did. He flew forward and tried to punch me right in the face. An obvious distraction move. I sidestepped, grabbed his arm, and blocked his knee that was flying at my gut. Didn't I try this a while back? I used Kewie's arm to fling him onto the floor, where I could get some leverage.
Now Kewie was on the floor, wearing my boot on his back, and with me holding his arm in a very uncomfortable position. Even though he's thoroughly embarrassed by so far losing to some stranger without a power level, he wasn't through yet. He tries a point blank ki blast, I didn't have enough time to put up a ki shield. So I just blocked it with my other hand. I think that tickled. Well, time to finish this, so I blast him in the back of the head with my own beam, but not killing him.
Dodoria seems to be in awe, but Freeza and the other guard aren't quite as impressed. But they do seem interested. "How did you do that?" asks the green one. "You and Freeza should know that you can conceal your power level." "Yes…" Freeza mutters. "Nonetheless, Zarbon does have a point. We can conceal power levels, but to get them to rate zero is very interesting." Hmm… seems people with a power level concealed to zero is unheard of. They also seem to not be able to read estimated maximum power levels. Must be why he chose to see us personally. "Very well, you're hired." Freeza says sharply. "May I ask for your names?" Freeza inquires. "I am #9 and she" I point to #8 "is #8." "Interesting names, to say the least." "Zarbon, call the manager of the barracks and have him show these two to their living space. And get them some armor too." "Yes, master." Zarbon responded. "Oh, and by the way…" Freeza starts "I hope it's not too much of an inconvenience for you if I ask for another interview with you." "Not at all." I say.
Chapter 7
Ok. So it's one room. #8 complained slightly, but I sure as hell didn't! Freeza must be male, I think jokingly, he understands what I want. But hey, the room here is bigger than that at the laboratory. It has two beds, a washroom for humanoid specifications, closet, and best of all… a computer terminal! Damn I'm glad I never brought up I could hack through computers, or I'd probably never have one. Unfortunately, this new operating system takes some getting used to, but thankfully, it's in 'basic', which is the English language. I was confused at first, expecting an alien language (referring to when #9 first heard the radioman), but I just figured some alien or alien crap landed on earth, and a segment of humanity used it as their language.
We also have this new armor. Personally, I'd rather wear my normal clothes, but the armor is standard dress. Besides, it offers protection, practicality over self image. And of course, those eyepieces called scouters, which are worthless to us except the built in radio.
This room is in the quarters with the 'Saiyajins', since we are very similar biologically, except their hair sticks straight up and they have monkey tails around their waists. It's a pretty small area though, since most of the Saiyajins are on their home planet of Vegitasei. But there are three that come here regularly. A very long haired kid, less than ten years old, named Radditz at 1200. A huge almost bald man named Nappa with a power level of 3000 whose hair looks like a dead animal instead. A short spike haired Prince Vegita who's about Radditz's age and is rather young to be ranking at about 5000. Not bad. But that Vegita kid shows much promise…
Anyhow, it's getting late, at least, I think it is seeing as there is no sun to go by. But lights are dimming in this quadrant of the quarters, which I guess means it's getting late. Time to get some sleep, and maybe some ass too. Hey, I'm straight.
Chapter 8
I woke up early, I have to get used to 30 hour days, the standard day. Didn't get any of #8, but that's ok. Guess I'll get dressed in that armor and walk around a bit.
Now that I'm holding this armor, I notice it seems pretty damn small. How the hell am I supposed to wear this? Maybe if I stretch it I can get it half way over my torso and look like a queer.
WOAH! What the fuck! Damn, no wonder it's a perfect fit for everyone. Fits to your form perfectly. Damn nice material, have to look into it. Lets see now, where can I strap on my sword? Seems to fit on my side, that'll work. Hey, I don't look half bad, I still think my normal clothes look better though.
Where were the training facilities again? Some guy said down the hall and go right… I think. So I try it out. Lo and behold, here it is. Hey, there are those Saiyajins. Might as well see if they need a training partner.
"Hey guys. Need a sparring partner?" I ask, right to the point.
"Zakkenayo bakayaro! yells Vegita while he does his katas. Filthy mouth for such a young kid.
"Hey now boy, no need to get off on the wrong foot." I retort.
"You will respond to the Prince as PRINCE Vegita, and not BOY! Or else you will suffer for your foolishness!" Nappa practically screams. Damn, isn't he protective?
"I'll call this BOY" I drag out the word, for added insult "whatever I damn well please until he can prove himself worthy. Do you want to try and convince me?" Hey, I'm allowed my fun. Besides, Nappa's an ass from what I gather.
"WHY YOU…" "Enough Nappa!" Snaps Vegita. "Lets see if this fool can prove his worth."
"HA! He doesn't even register on scouters." Radditz scoffs. "Fool." Vegita mutters "Had you not heard of him yet? And his hidden power?" "Come, let's spar then kusotare."
So we did. Seeing that he was unarmed, I discarded my sword blade first into the wall, and about half an inch from Nappa's face. To his credit, he hadn't flinched.
Vegita struck first. He dashed forward and looked as if he was going to try to sock me in the face. Instead, he flipped over me and shot a blast into my back. Hey…
I kick him in the head sending Vegita flying, dash forward, and slam him to the ground before he reaches the wall. I hadn't expected that blast. Vegita recovers quickly with a boot upwards into my lung, which should stun me, but I can't feel pain. I take advantage of Vegita's bad position to sock him in the face, lift him by his hair and slam him into the wall.
But DAMN, he recovers fast. Not as fast as me of course, but still. He shot a blast at me, I dodged to my right, and then Vegita shoots two more blasts, one where I was heading and another shortly after to my left. Nice maneuver, but I just continue right and knock the blast away with a flick of my wrist. I counter with eye beams, which Vegita jumps.
Again, Vegita fires a beam. This time, I drop to the ground, land on my hands, and use my hands and the ground as a springboard to fly at Vegita feet first. I connect. Vegita is now sprawled out on the training floor.
"Very good, though I beat the shit out of you, you're still damn good. I'll call you Vegita, instead of boy. But not prince." I say. "LOOK HERE INSOLENT BOY!" Nappa starts. "Do not," I warn "try to get me to bow to a prince who is not MY prince." And I leave.
"Nice show." #8 comments. Seems she was watching. "Yeah, well, what do you expect from the best?" I say with an insolent grin.
"Whatever. Want to try me then?" #8 responds. "If you want to get beat that bad…" I start. But then a soldier comes up to us.
"#8 and #9?" "Yes?" "Report to Freeza's chambers now."
"Damn, ruined our fun. Lets go #8. I assume it's where we were yesterday." I beckon to #8 while dislodging my sword. And we try to backtrack our way to Freeza. Sure we took a couple wrong turns, but I think we made damn good time for being in a practically new place.
We find his chambers and enter. "So…" Freeza begins "Now you can explain some of your capabilities and also why your power levels are at zero."
"Fair enough." I say. "Fairness…" Freeza warns "has nothing to do with this organization." Ok… "We are both androids. Part organic, part mechanical. Due to the mechanization, we don't show up on scouters." I tell Freeza. "Really… very interesting. Go on."
"We are both skilled fighters, as you saw yesterday. I also am very skilled with technology and can very much use it to my advantage." I state.
"As for me…" #8 starts "I am a skilled fighter like #9 said, but also a strategist."
Then I pick it up again. "For other capabilities. We also have built in scouters, titanium exoskeletons, and are immune to pain. Unfortunately, we require maintenance , but if given the proper tools, I can handle that myself."
"All very interesting." Freeza says "Tell me now, what tools to you need, for maintenance?" And I start to tell Freeza.
Later… "Good. I will give you your first mission and notice of a workspace for your maintenance within a week. Dismissed." We leave. Seems the interview took up the better part of the day.
"That didn't go too bad." I say to #8. "Yeah, until it looked like you were boring the hell out of him with technical details." "Hey, he asked." I retort. "True…" #8 drawls.
"How about we go to the training room?" #8 asks. "Good enough."
When we arrive, we notice Vegita, Radditz, and Nappa. "Damn!" I say "They're still here?" Radditz turns around. "Fighting is what Saiyajins are born for baka." "I'd say." #8 mutters. "So… you aren't interested in anything else, like technology." "We have slaves for that." Radditz retorts. Well, then if I lose my computer terminal for tampering or something anytime in the future, I guess that means I can just take theirs. Doesn't sound like they'd miss it.
"HOW DARE YOU COME BACK AGAIN?" That, was Nappa I guess, damn I'm good. "Here we go again…" Radditz mutters as he shakes his head.
"Hey, #8, why don't you take Nappa? You haven't trained yet today." "Sure. Should be easy though." #8 says with a smirk. "WHY YOU!" "Just shut up and fight" #8 says as she blasts forward.
"So… is it just me, or is this Nappa fella a complete imbecile?" I ask Radditz. I chose him because Vegita is seemingly immersed in the fight and Radditz is the only one who seems half way social. "Yeah, he is, it's not just you." Radditz responds "But there isn't anything we can do about it. He's the Commander of the Saiyajin army." I nearly face vault. "WHA! That moron is in charge of your army!" I stammer in disbelief. "Yeah, unfortunately." "How'd he get that position?" "Power, and blood line." Radditz answers. Damn, that's pretty lame.
While we're talking, #8 is proceeding to dismantle Nappa piece by piece. Nappa is pretty torn up by now, but still refuses to surrender, even though he's barely scratched #8. What a stubborn dumb ass. Unlike me, by the way, #8 didn't bother to disarm and is using her sword to it's full potential. Nappa was also foolish enough to 'order' #8 to go all out.
I look over to Vegita. He seems in perfect health. I didn't hurt him THAT bad this morning, but there should be some bruises or something. "Hey, Radditz, why is Vegita over there unscarred?" I ask. "Prince Vegita? You mean from this morning?" "Yeah." "He used a regeneration tank, don't you know about them?" I must say I don't.
So Radditz tells me about these regeneration tanks, and Nappa still fights. He's got stamina, I'll give him that much. Nappa takes yet another hit in the face with the hilt of her sword, knee to the gut, and slammed into the ceiling. About now, Nappa is literally a bloody mess. Covered with blood head to toe from various cut and stab wounds, one eye swollen shut, has a limp, and seems dizzy. "I WON'T LOSE TO THE LIKES OF YOU!" he screams as he takes a beam in the gut, finally knocking him out.
"I take it he'll need a tank for that, huh?" "Yes." Radditz responds. And a little bit more cheerfully, he says "Which is good, since now I won't have to put up with him for the night." I grin. "So, how long are you three here?" "We're just here for a couple more days. We're ambassadors for the Saiyajins to Freeza over trade agreements and hiring." Radditz replies. "Ah, so you guys are kind of like a subsidiary of the Corps then?" "Yeah."
"That was too easy!" says #8. "Aw, did you break your new toy too soon?" I joke. Vegita seems to be taking this very seriously. "I guess we should go then." I say. "WAIT!" yells Vegita. "You two… are worthy. I want to spar with you each day for the remainder of the time we're here." I grin at this. "Do not think you have the upper hand for long. I WILL get stronger and defeat you!" I shrug and comply. Do all Saiyajins have overblown egos?
We decide to first stop off at the mess hall. Sure, we're androids and shouldn't have to eat much, but we've been in cryogenic suspension for who knows how long and went without any sort of snack yesterday.
I had some alien meat that resembled chicken, tasted like it too. Ever notice everything tastes like chicken? I also had some water for a drink. #8 ate the same thing.
With that done, we went to our room. #8 sharpened her sword while I worked more with this computer terminal. Still getting used to the damn thing. Nothing more than the basic welcome crap so far, no real information. But hey, I'm getting a bit better here.
Chapter 9
I awake, next to #8. Hey, we're in the same room, it had to happen soon. So I get up and dress in my armor, #8 will be up soon and knows where I'll be. Time to greet the day and mock Nappa. What a great way to start the morning, I'd have it no other way.
Sure enough, the three were in the training room. The same one as yesterday. I can tell because there is still the hole in the wall from my sword.
"You guys live in here?" I throw out. "No. We rest." Radditz answers. "Yeah, how much?" "We get a good 4 hours of sleep." … talk about an obsession. I bother to check Vegita's power level again for some reason. It reads 5730. HUH! It was just 5000 the day before! "What's wrong boy?" Nappa sneers. Seems the astonishment shows, I straighten up quickly. "It's just, well, damn amazing. Vegita's power level has jumped 730 more points from yesterday." I manage to say. Nappa grins "All Saiyajins do that. We live for battle. Our losses become our strength." So… what this fool is trying to tell me, is that whenever a Saiyajin gets the shit beat out of him or her, their power level jumps up! I check Nappa's power level. Sure enough, he's at 3550, not as high as a jump, but it's still a jump. "And why hasn't your power level gone up as much Nappa?" I ask. "Because I have reached my 'limit'." Nappa says with a growl. Whatever that is. Radditz helped "A Saiyajin has what we call a limit. Our power grows quickly until a certain age, which is our limit. Then it grows at a much slower pace. Vegita is still very young." Damn, I need to lighten up on Vegita then. No wonder he was so confident that he'd overpower me. Sure, I gain power from fighting, but to gain power from that AND for just getting the shit beaten out of you?
"Let's start." Vegita cuts to the point. "Fine then." I start to put my sword in it's 'place', the wall, but Vegita stops me. "Use the sword." If he insists. I usually won't have a problem, but I can injure him more with the sword, which will make him more powerful. While I'm curious about this whole power level gain thing, I don't want to find out later that his power level has been going up exponentially because I'm going all out on him. Fine, so we start.
Instead of rushing him, I just shoot a beam from my finger to get him moving. He moves all right, and tries to back attack me again. This time, I'm ready. I sense his movement behind me and smack him using the handle of my sword. "That's an old trick now." he grins. He flies behind me yet again, he must be up to something. I barely notice, but he was actually feigning another back attack. In reality, he actually instantaneously reverses direction and attacks me from the side. I jump, but his foot wings my shin. I dive down and slash with my sword, cutting across his chest plate and slamming him into the wall.
In an instant, Vegita is out with a flying kick. I grab his foot and swing him to the ground. Vegita takes some injury, but rolls out of it, towards me, and ki blasts me in the face. It ultimately didn't do much damage, but this kid is practically dancing circles around me. I decide to liven up the pace.
I kick off Vegita to get some distance. I fling two basic beams at him. Vegita flies forward, dodges one beam, and blocking another. But this puts him in perfect position. It worked once, now I'll try it again. I knee Vegita in the gut, stunning him. I lack anything to blind him with this time, since I'm wearing my armor instead of my coat, but some ki blasts do get mighty bright. Soon as Vegita recovers, I shove my hand in his face and release the brightest flash I can manage, temporarily blinding him.
I now slash Vegita several more times, cutting through his armor. With his armor now weakened, I tear it off and do some real damage. Vegita now takes my blows at full force. I sock him in the gut, crack his jawbone with the handle of my sword, and kick him in the chest sending him into the wall and breaking some ribs. I may of over did it, but they do have regeneration tanks.
"YOU WILL PAY!" yells Nappa. "Shut up you fool!" I yell back. "Vegita wanted me to fight, and with my sword as well. I am only doing as he asked. Do you want to fight me, who has just dispatched your prince, even though you are only just over half his power level?" this shuts him up. Radditz, being the smarter one of the two, drags Vegita to the tanks and I follow, sheathing my sword.
"Why are you following?" Radditz asks over his shoulder. "Because I want to see how these regeneration tanks work. And also check his power level afterwards." I respond. We make it to the medical center. Radditz puts Vegita into a tank and I watch the tank do it's magic.
"Exactly how powerful are you anyway?" asks Radditz. "I'm about 11,000 right now." I reply. I can practically hear Nappa running towards us now. "WHAT ARE-" Nappa starts. "I'm just curious about the tank and Vegita's new power level. So shut up." "WHY YOU-" Nappa starts yet again "Stuff it. #9 is stronger than me, and I tore you apart yesterday." #8 says.
"In case you're wondering how I found you, I noticed Radditz and Vegita's ki here, and saw Nappa running down the hall. I just followed." said #8. Good enough. "Mind explaining why Nappa and Vegita are stronger?" So I explain, Nappa bickers, and the tank works on Vegita.
1 hour later. Vegita is almost completely healed. He's also conscious. Which is good, actually, because Nappa seems to only shut up when Vegita orders it. It seems the power level boost for Saiyajins is true. Vegita is now at 6820, since I tore him up more this time he has more of a power level boost.
"This power level boost thing is actually kind of scary." #8 whispers to me. Indeed it is, imagine how powerful the race can get. Especially since fighting is their life.
"Ding!" Huh? Oh, the tank is finished. Vegita comes out. "Let's eat." Vegita says, rather seriously. "What the hell?" I mutter, "Up for a snack then #8?" "Sure." and we headed to the mess hall.
I had no idea it was possible for any species to eat this much. Apparently the Chef did, since he had a very exasperated look on his face the instant Vegita walked in.
"Eat… munch… 'amn it. Get some… munch… muscle 'n yer bon's… munch. Dat's …munch… why you look so… munch… 'crawny." Nappa said waving a bone at us. I don't claim to have great eating habits, but this was almost disgusting. I swear Freeza's gonna run out of food supplies by the end of this day. Especially since Saiyajins eat at LEAST 3 meals like this each day, as the Chef told me.
There weren't many people around us, but it wasn't entirely unpopularity. It's just the food took up that much space, about 5 tables worth.
Also, I met that Kewie guy again. Man, just seeing his sneer was worth watching the Saiyajins eat! Apparently, word got around and Kewie is catching hell. I'm so proud.
#8 wanted to go off and explore more of the area. So she left. Fine by me, just gives me more time to work on that computer.
"Where are you going?" I hear Vegita ask. Does he want to fight me AGAIN? "I'm off to live my life." I half heartily reply. "Did I say we were done sparring?". Oh man. "I'll fight you again later Vegita, I have other things to do. Unlike your race, I do things other than fight or eat." "HMPH!". Least it got him off my back.
On my way back, I see some crowd gathered around a training room. Wondering what was so special, I check it out. There was something very funny, and very important I got from this. What was funny, was that I saw some weird aliens doing crazy assed poses and dancing all over the place. What was important, was that this is what's called the "Ginyu Force". There's Guldo, a short four eyed green guy at 15,000. Jaice who looks like a orange skinned wannabe rock star, at 30,000. Burter, a blue skinned reptile at 30,000 as well. Recoom, a giant orange haired man who even dwarfed Nappa in size at a whopping 75,000. And finally Captain Ginyu, a purple, vein popped, horned monster at 120,000! I watched them do katas for a little while, very impressive.
I finally made it back to the room and the computer. Last night, I was able to finally get the hang of the operating system. Now I'll try to see how the security works around here. But soon as I start it up, some message pops up.
From: Lord Freeza
To: #8 & #9
I have the facilities you've requested for your maintenance ready #9. You will find you have more than enough materials for you to work with. Go to section 23, the laboratory area, and check in with the manager at the front desk for you entry card. I hope you will repay me in faithful, long lasting, and hard work #9.
-Your Employer, Lord Freeza
Damn, that sure was fast. I must say, this is definitely more interesting than the computer terminal. I assume we'll get our mission through the computer too. Might as well check out what I've got.
Thankfully, I've found out where the nearest map of this place is during my second trip to the cafeteria. I'll check that out first.
My trip to the map and to section 23 was pretty uneventful. So here I am at the front desk.
"I don't recognize you from around here, who are you?" the manager asks. "I am #9, here for…" "Ah yes, I've been told who you are. Here you go" she hands me an identification card. "It's room F7, go down this hallway, second left, first left, and third right for the F hallway." "Thanks."
Alright, now I'm in front of my facility door. Slide in the card. Open sesame.
DAMN! I've got it all baby! This is more than enough to continue my experiments and upgrades. Computer, tables, cutting tools, various metals, wires, etc.
Well, lets see how this stuff works.
Hours later… "Knock!" Huh? Who's that? Gotta be #8.
I open the door, and it's #8, what a surprise. "Saw the message about the laboratory, so I came here."
"Just figuring out how all this stuff works and trying it out." I say. She smirks. "You know you've been doing that all day?" Damn, lost track of time. "I ran across Vegita by the way, he wanted to fight you again. When I mentioned you've probably been working at a computer or something, he said pretty sarcastically 'Unlike your race, I do things other than eat and fight. HMPH!'" I grin at this.
"So are you staying here all night or what?" Night? Damn, I really did lose track of time! "I'll give this a rest." I reply. I follow #8 to our room and get some sleep.
Chapter 10
Another morning, another spar with Vegita, another round of bickering with Nappa. This time #8 is up before me and gone. Fine. So I dress in my armor and go to the training room, where Vegita, Radditz, and Nappa will most likely be.
Well, instead of seeing Vegita waiting impatiently or doing katas while Radditz and Nappa train, I instead see Nappa and #8 fighting again. Of course, Nappa is losing.
Vegita's power level has risen to 7000 even. Nappa is at 3570, and Radditz is at 1600. While #8 is beautifully tearing Nappa a new asshole at 10,750. Nappa, while losing yet again, is still as determined as ever. But seriously, Nappa needs some finesse. He's using nothing but brute strength! By now, Nappa has no armor.
Nappa leaps forward and swings at #8, missing and putting a hole in the ground. #8 slashes Nappa across his right rib and kicks him in the gut, making Nappa keel over. Nappa was about to try and hit #8 with an uppercut when Vegita interjected "ENOUGH NAPPA!" "Huh?" "You heard me! You have already made a complete fool of yourself, no need to embarrass us any more!" Very true. Nappa is a disgrace to any race.
"So… when are you leaving?" I ask Radditz. "In about an hour." Damn, what a shame. I sort of like these guys, well, except their eating habits. "Achieve anything?" "Not anything different than earlier visits, just keeping good relation with Freeza." Radditz replies.
"Oh, something you may want to know #9." starts #8. "Unless you enjoy wailing that can make you go deaf, don't touch their tails." Oh? "And why is that?" I inquire. "Well, I had Nappa down, and decided to use his tail as something to fling him by, it apparently hurt him like hell." The three Saiyajins visibly flinch and hold their tails closer to their waists.
"Come Nappa, Radditz, we must prepare to leave." Vegita said briskly. And they left.
"Well, might as well see if we got our assignment on our computer then?" #8 suggests. "Might as well."
Nope, no assignment yet. "How about we spar?" #8 asks. "Nah. I want to try some things out in that laboratory first." "Hmph! You like that more than me?" #8 says, teasingly. I grin. "Of course, it doesn't whine about privacy, doesn't complain about me, and basically shuts the hell up!" I say with a fat smile. #8 whacks me upside the head. "Baka."
I go to the laboratory, and #8 follows me since she has little else to do.
I decide to test out my knowledge of the machinery here by seeing if I can use these new metals to improve our swords.
A few hours later. "Damn I'm good!" I gloat. I just finished the swords, and they're both sharper and stronger than before. Plus, due to some special properties of the metal, it's easier to focus our ki through them, since the metal amplifies the power of our ki when channeled through one of the swords, we don't have to use as much ki for our beams. "Hey, #8, I'll take you up on that spar. Plus it'd be a good trial for these swords." I offer. "Deal."
On the way to the training area, I look out the window just in time to see three capsules fly outwards from the space station.
When we arrived, we just cut to the fight right away. I first dashed forward and feigned a slash at her chest, which she blocked, but took a fist in the face for her efforts. Jumping back immediately, I watched her own blade swing outwards and it nicked my left cheek.
She then flung a beam at me, which I dodged, but then got cut across my right rib. Apparently, she was using the beam as a distraction so she can fling her sword at me. Well, you can do that if you REALLY want to test out that new metal…
As a side note, a crowd started gathering where #8 and I were fighting. I hope that sword didn't decapitate anyone, but they shouldn't of been in it's way in the first place. No screams, good. Apparently, everyone is as curious about us as Freeza was. So naturally, they want to see us in action. But it took them this long to find out where we train?
#8's sword handle brought me back to the fight. She apparently retrieved her sword while I was thinking of the stupid crowd. I kicked her in the face and tried smacking her in the face with my sword handle, but it was blocked. She then lost her balance as I swept out a leg from under her, she was able to keep afloat of course, but it got her off balance for plenty enough time for me to grab her arm and fling her into the wall.
She flipped around, landed feet first on the wall, and kicked off towards me. Little did she know that I'd been following her and the instant she kicked off I hit her in the gut with an uppercut. That didn't keep her from stabbing my left shoulder though. Luckily I'm right handed.
Jumping back from each other, we stared, completely immersed in our battle. Screw the crowds. Even though my shoulder was injured, that didn't stop me. We ran forward at the same time and our blades met. Now this is a battle!
She brought back her blade and swung forward, I parried and brought up my blade, meeting her chest. Nothing fatal though, just a large cut through her armor and piercing her skin. I drove forward and released a relentless assault of sword slashes and stabs, forcing #8 onto the defensive. A few got through marking her on her limbs, but most were blocked. I took a few cuts myself from her counters.
I kicked her in the head with my left leg, and then channeled my ki into my sword, lifted it, and brought it down across her chest, making another large cut, seriously damaging her armor, and flinging her far away from me. Using this to my advantage, I proceeded to shoot several beams from my already charged sword.
She countered with a ki shield, blocking all the beams. Unfortunately, her latest cut and the ki shield had left her temporarily fatigued and she couldn't dodge my latest beam. We'd torn each other up pretty badly, but she'd taken more damage.
I leaped forward, and rested my sword blade on her throat. "You lost." I say. "Damnit." Seeing as that there was a large crowd around us, no one was going to challenge us for a LONG while yet.
Chapter 11
Doesn't matter that we can't feel pain, those injuries can still be dangerous. Through the stab in my shoulder I found myself in a tank, as well as #8. Very curious machines, these regeneration tanks are. I can almost feel my wound closing itself. While not as efficient as what happens to Saiyajins, we still went at that battle pretty hard, and got a damn nice power boost. Not from injury though, but from physical strain of battle. I now rank at 12,250, while #8 is 11,500.
While interesting, being in this tank doesn't leave me with much to do. And it's gonna be longer than an hour, as it was with Vegita, since our injuries were more severe. Might as well sleep and contemplate new enhancements.
Two and a half hours later. Yes… that would be very interesting to see. If the metal of these swords can channel ki this efficiently, imagine what we could do if I replaced our endoskeletons with this metal! And this recent battle has proven that this metal will hold, since even through all that, our swords barely got scratched. "Ding!" 'bout time.
The technician lets us out. We dress. "So… now what? Another round?" #8 asks. "Later, I've got a really neat idea for an upgrade." I reply. "Really? What is it?" "I'll explain on the way."
It was truly satisfying to see the stares of some of the people who watched our fight on the way to the laboratory. Some were awe, but most were 'How the fuck can someone with a power level of zero do that shit!' stares. It looked like they wanted to dissect us.
7 hours later. It works! Damn I love this laboratory! No worries about how I might upgrade my OWN endoskeleton, there were robotic arms and stuff to do that for me.
A VERY nice improvement. Our power level jumped by 1.5 times. So I'm at 18,375 and #8 is at 17,250. #8 wants to blow some shit up, understandable, but we're in a space station and can't quite do that.
Now that it's getting late, we head back to our room. #8 is so thrilled over the new upgrade, she decides to 'reward' me. Hey, she needs to use that newfound power somewhere, right?
Chapter 12
Another morning. #8 is up and dressing in her armor, we have multiple sets, when I awaken. Hmm… my daily routine is screwed up now, no Vegita to bust up.
We decide just to hang out in our room for a while. Especially after we noticed our new message on the computer. We got our mission.
From: Lord Freeza
To: #8 and #9
This first mission will be a perfect test of your abilities. The planet Esthar 4 has been giving us… problems. They have several 'grunts' ranging in power level from about 3000-4000. But the real problem is the higher up fighters, ranging about 15,000 max. I would have sent my stronger fighters and went with a brute force attack, but they are tied up elsewhere. I do not know the extent of your power, but you should be able to take them. If they are stronger, then treat this as a mission of stealth, using your ability of masking your ki. You will depart at 15:00 from section 14, capsules #137 and #208. This is also a planet rich in resources, try your best not to damage it too much. Also included with this message are maps and information on this planet you can use. Good luck.
-Your Employer, Lord Freeza
Doesn't seem very bad at all. It's currently 13:15. Not to be confused with noon, that'd be 15:00. Still having some problems with these 30 hour days, we seem to be waking up at different hours each day. I start to exercise some, to stretch myself out.
"So… this is our mission then?" #8 says. "Yep. Not too bad if you ask me." I do some push-ups. "Yeah, except one detail…" #8 trails off. "And what would that be?" "Well," she begins "3000-4000 doesn't seem bad at all, and we can handle 15,000, but we don't know exactly how many of these guys there are. If there are ten guys at 4000 each jumping us, we'd have a problem. The same with more than a few guys at 15,000." I stop in the middle of a push up.
"Shit… that's right." I mutter. "When was that message sent?" I ask. "About 20 minutes ago." DAMNIT! Freeza knows that we wouldn't be able to get an audience with him (I think Freeza's a he… good enough) about this mission within two hours, this is a big organization. And we won't get a reply from Freeza before 15:00 if we send him a message, he can just put it off saying he was busy with other affairs. And Freeza knows this. It's our first mission, he's decided to make this quite simple for himself, send us on a now seeming rather challenging mission to prove our worth. And if we die, he can just send in stronger warriors to clean up the mess, and salvage us for whatever capabilities he can pry from our mechanized bodies.
"Freeza doesn't leave us with much choice." #8 says, rather seriously. No shit. Nothing else to do but get ready…
A hour and a half later… We're walking down hallways, going towards section 14. Didn't even have time for a good spar. We had to spend some time getting used to the scouters, while we don't need them to read power levels, we do need them for their radios. Didn't need to go over mission objectives much though, just one, clear the planet. As for food, when we actually do eat, we decided to just go with whatever the planet has to offer. Freeza said it was full of resources.
We find our capsules with little trouble. So little else to do but enter and take off…
Chapter 13
Nothing to comment on during the trip, especially since we were put in stasis so the trip would seem shorter. It lasted 2 days.
I'm the first to come out. I stretch a little, it's not like stasis makes you limber. #8 comes out shortly after and starts stretching as well.
"So… this is Esthar 4? Damned nice if you ask me." remarks #8. Indeed it is. We're currently on a grassy plain, with what seems to be a forest and some mountains further up. Atmosphere is strange though, sky has a greenish tint. Overall it's still a nice looking planet.
"I suggest we get moving." I say "They may not be able to read our power level, but they can probably notice two capsules streaking through their atmosphere." "The forest up ahead looks good." #8 throws out. We go to the forest.
I check the electronic map I downloaded into my mind. "This should be the Xarnian Forest. Weird ass name, but it's only 200 miles from the capital." I tell #8. "How about we stay in this forest awhile to catch some rest, and travel to the capital later?" #8 offers. "Sounds good." and we sleep in our armor.
Later… We awaken after about 5 hours. "YAAAWWWNNN!" That was me. "So… how about a light meal and we get going?" I ask. "Sure." #8 says. I stretch and search for some food. An animal I spy, looks tasty, so this animal we eat.
Who needs a fire? Especially when you can use your ki to flash fry the meat. We dragged the animal, which resembled some sort of deer but a little smaller, to the nearest lake. We have some water with our 'deer' meat. After stretching a little, we get ready to leave.
"According to the map" says #8, we have the same map "Esthar capital should be about 215 miles North-West from our position." "Let's go then." I respond. You just have to love flying some times, makes travel a lot easier. We land on the outskirts of the main capital. We find a couple guards with a power level of 3450 guarding the entrance, who both have scouters, meaning constant communication. They look pretty humanoid… well, except for the claws protruding from their wrists and heels, they look like mutants. The guards also both look sort of stringy, and have gold hair. We decide to have a look around before confronting the guards. We take a peek over the wall, no one sees us.
They ALL, are stringy, have claws, and gold hair. Instead of confronting the guards and alerting all military personnel, we decide to jump the wall and infiltrate the capital. I love dark alleyways, can't be seen.
We run through these alleyways until we reach the main capital building, containing the leader according to my information. There's no way to avoid the guards now, each ranking 5000, but if there were some way to kill them without notice…
"Follow me." #8 whispers. I follow. We end up pretty damn close to the entrance, but there are some guards still in the way who haven't noticed us yet. Time to start the havoc.
#8 shoots a carefully aimed finger beam over the heads of the guards, distracting them. We run towards the entrance. Some guards take notice. Of course, since they were so curious about the finger beam, they're all now conveniently clumped together in one group. I fling a beam at them, which they can't avoid and are all wasted.
We bust in the door and waste all guards inside. No need to bother with the others, the alarms are already blaring.
The main room with the leader of Esthar is pretty damn easy to find. Even easier with our maps. #8 blows the door off of it's hinges. "What is this!" the leader yells. "Oh, just the usual kill leader, cause chaos, destroy inhabitants of planet, sell planet routine." I say in a very mocking manner. "Goodbye." and I blast his fool head off. And then some force twists my head to the side.
Turns out, that force was the fist of a bodyguard with the power level of 16,750. Not as high as my 18,375, but still going to take a bit of time. He seems to have some sort of armor, made of a shiny metal, but I should be able to get through it. "#8, guard the entrance, I'll pound this guy." #8 rolls her eyes "Yeah, take all the fun for yourself." "Heh." I whip out my sword and fling a crescent shaped beam at him using my blade. As soon as the blast hits his armor, it rebounds and flies at me!
"DROP DAMNIT!" I yell at #8 as I kiss the dirt. #8 ducks just in time for my beam to miss cutting her in half. "NANI KUSO!" "Don't use beams on armor like this, it reflects them!" the guard charges me. His (her?) armor may reflect my beams, but that says nothing for my fists and blade. I duck his charge and uppercut him right in the jaw, severely denting the armor. Then I continue with a downward slash of my blade, cutting through the armor like tin foil. It apparently can take care of beams, but doesn't take well to physical attacks.
I think I can relate this battle to opening a can of sardines that fights back. This guard puts those claws to good use. I have some cuts across my chest, but nothing to fret over. By now, I've dented a good deal of the armor, and torn off the helmet, revealing this guard to be male. While I'm dancing with this guy, #8 is holding off all the lesser guards, using the hallway as a choke point.
My blade flies upwards, slashing through the armor and tearing off the shoulder guard. Damn, this is taking too long. I dodge to the side avoiding a clawed arm. To hell with this shit.
I leap forward full force, and right into the arms of the guard. Of course, I was planning that, full force means that I also knock his ass to the ground. He tries to pry me off, but I just shove my blade down his throat, finishing this fight.
All in all, not bad, though I have some cuts, none serious except for one across my chest, but I'll deal with that later. "Time to blow this pit!" I yell to #8. "'bout damn time! I sense some higher level guards flying this way! Ranging around 14,000! ETA about 5 minutes!" SHIT!
I blow a hole through the ceiling, making a quick escape. #8 follows after me. "Ready?" "Always!" We both charge up our beams at the same time and let 'em loose on the building, tearing it up, but it's still intact. A messy job, I know, but we can finish it later. "Time to bolt." #8 tells me. I'd say, I can see more guys with that armor in the distance.
We run into a nearby alleyway. Finally, we spot a good hiding spot, with a perfect view of the surrounding area. "Whew, made it." I mutter. "We're going to have to pick these guards off one by one." #8 whispers. Our senses count seven of these guards, which is good, because there are only seven of them in this area. I'm damn glad we took a look around the area first.
"They were around here…" I hear a guard say to another guard from outside. #8 and I nod, we step out. The poor bastards hadn't seen it coming. They're searching for us, and next they know they have swords protruding from their guts. Five more to go.
We stalk the alleys until we find another pairing of two. This time, they spotted us. "We've found the assassins! Wha? Their power level reads zero! Preparing to engage!" I rush forward and slam my shoulder into the helmet of the nearest guard, knocking his ass down and removing his helmet. A beam through the skull finishes him off.
"One guard down! Requesting- OOF!" #8 punches into his armor, denting it badly and hitting the guy in the stomach. He keels over. #8 finishes it by slicing his neck. I grab one of their scouters and we run again.
"Back up denied. Hello? Respond! DAMNIT!" I hear a guard on the other line. "Ok, us three will hold our positions for now, they should be around here, we'll see them from our position." Hmm… the only position like that would have to be the remains of the capital building.
I crush the scouter. "Let's go." I mutter. We dash full speed to the remains of the building. The guards spot us instantly. "FIRE!" the guards shoot beams at us, easily dodged at this range. I fling another of those crescent shaped beams, but not at a guard. At the ground below a guard. The explosion flings the guard off his feet, I use this to my advantage and stab him through the chest three times before he hits the ground. Without losing a beat, I continue on to the next guard and swing my blade without remorse, taking his arm. "AARRGGH!" I finish the job by decapitating him. #8 has already killed the remaining guard.
"The hard part should be over now." #8 says. "Let's finish it." I say. We fly well above the capital, and power up our beams to full strength. I fire my beam first, taking the rest of the main capital, then #8 fires wasting the residential areas. Everyone in the area is dead.
I drop to the ruins of the capital building, which we hadn't hit with our last volley of beams. It still stands. "Why are you going in there?" #8 asks. "To see if I can find anything of use." I find that the room of the leader was remarkably still intact. And it still had power. We did a REALLY messy job on this building. The computer is already running, so I check it out.
I shift through the various texts, economics, elections, public services… Here we go! Military.
There is an army of about 24,000 soldiers. The army is so small due to high power levels of at least an average of 4,000 each soldier, we win with quality, not quantity. In the capital, there are 7 prototype suits, which can deflect any ki attacks. We hope we can apply this to our entire military soon…
That's all I need. "Good news #8, we don't have to deal with any more of those damn suits." #8 grins "Perfect. So then we just level the rest of the cities?" "Yeah, pretty much." I finish. Was fun while it lasted though, I can already feel the increase in power. I now am at 19,750, and #8 is 18,500.
"WHAT THE HELL!" I yell. I just noticed a very high power level. "What are you yelling about?" #8 says, rather irritated. "Look east damnit!" Unless I'm seeing things, I just read 29,000 on someone far off. I thought Freeza said 15,000 max! Judging by the look on #8's face, I'm not seeing things. "Ok…" #8 starts "This is a problem. We still have some advantages over whoever this guy is still. First off, he can't sense where we are by power level. Second, we don't fatigue or feel pain, these guys do. Finally, there are two of us, and just one of him." All true. "Alright…" I mutter "this guy is heading right here, the capital building. Instead of just jumping this guy together, I'll hold him off a bit, and then you can jump in for a quick kill when you see the opportunity. Like you said, we have stealth on our side." "Damnit, what about you? You could get killed." #8 protests. "Well then… just be sure to get in that fatal blow before he wastes me…". "He's here. Hide near the entrance #8, I'll go face him." I order #8.
"So, you're the assassin." the man says. He's not decked in any of that armor, thankfully, then again, does he need it? "No power level? I'd say you're a waste of time, but you've already proven that wrong. Are you from Freeza?" The man asks. "Why should I tell you?" I retort. "No matter, you will be dead soon enough. Reports say there are two, where's the other?" "There is no other. Maybe all your guards are delirious, explains why I had little problem wasting this place." I say, if he doesn't expect two, this will be much easier.
"Fine then. Now… you die." and he charges me faster than I can respond to. He socks me in the face, sending me flying into the steps of the building. Before I'm up, he's upon me again and flings me into the air. As I go upwards, I unsheathe my sword and prepare.
I hear the man before the blow. I barely dodge a hit to my back, which would have sent my plummeting to the ground. I swing but only nick his shoulder as he dodges. "Not bad…" he says. I use this opportunity to start focusing my ki. "But not good enough!" and he charges me yet again. But I'm prepared this time. Using the ki I've been charging, I move almost instantaneously behind him and swing my blade downwards. And he catches it! I'm in deep shit…
Chapter 14
He caught my fucking blade! Shit, I should've gone with #8's plan just to jump him. I get punched in the gut. Oh man, thank you. Since a punch to the gut can't stun me, this move has left my assailant in a VERY bad position.
I wretch my blade away from him, which I can only do since he's just completely surprised. Then I slash at him, cutting him several times, including one deep gash in his right arm.
Unfortunately, the man regains his senses and socks me in the face, grabs my arm, and flings me down towards the ground. I slam into the pavement, and I jump out as quickly as I hit and kick my opponent in the face. Apparently, I didn't hurt him enough, since he just grabbed my leg and flung me into the building, making a wall collapse on top of me.
My armor is now cracked in several places, and my shoulder guards are torn off. He closes in on me. I see a shadow moving behind him, and I grin. Of course, I just confused the man shitless, and he just stood there while #8 sneaked behind him.
I see the blade stab right through the mans chest! Victory! Or… not quite. I watch, very surprised by the way, as he grabs the blade, and YANKS IT OUT OF HIS CHEST! He turns his now bloody form to #8, who is just as surprised as me. "There is an 'other'." He says, and he then grabs #8 by the throat and flings her through a pillar.
NO! Damnit, I have to help! Stupid concrete, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! I scream mentally as I struggle to get out from under the collapsed wall. I watch as the man gabs #8's sword, and flings it right into her right rib, pinning her to a wall. He then backhands #8 across the face hard as he can, and she goes limp… bastard… bastard… die…
I fling the last concrete block off of me, grab my sword, and dash right at him swinging relentlessly. Driven like a man possessed, I assault him continuously. Some hits actually get through, he's was caught that off guard. I'm too damn pissed to notice that my power level had temporarily jumped to 23,750.
Hell reigns upon the land as I shoot beams by the dozen, my blade breathes fire, and one time I almost quite literally shove my boot up his ass! I drive my blade into his chest, giving him a second stab wound there, which flings him into the building, and I follow.
I pound him some more, and fling him back out the building, and watch him flop on the ground. The fire in me winds down, and my power level levels out at 21,000. My opponent, due to all of the wounds he just took, has been weakened to just 20,000. "H-HOW?" he stammers as I walk to him. "Die." I say simply as I decapitate the bastard.
With that over with, I run over to check on #8. She's conscious from passing out earlier. "He's… dead?" she asks. "Damn straight he is." I reply as I yank out the sword, and catch #8. I remember we had some medical equipment in the capsules. "Let's go back to the capsules, we can recover there." I tell her. "Fine…" #8 staggers a bit, probably from blood loss. "Need help?" "I'm fine on my own." And we leave.
Chapter 15
I call them 'half tanks'. Basically, they're just big bandages with the rejuvenating liquid from the tanks applied to them. I needed a few myself. Luckily, blood loss wasn't much of a problem, her internal systems corrected that soon as she patched up her wound.
She was also curious about how I won and my power increase. I just said I got lucky and my power increase is from being able to beat that guy.
"Since you got to have all the fun, I call dibs on wasting the rest of this planet. There isn't any more real opposition left." She calls fighting that last guy FUN? "Go right ahead." I reply, I don't really care right now, I think I'm at the closest an android can possibly get to just dead tired. Mentally, that is, I feel fine physically.
We're by our capsules, in the middle of the plains again. Sure enough, there were some guys checking out our stuff. We wasted them immediately.
"So when do we finish our job?" asked #8. She's just eager to waste something. "When we heal and I get some rest." "HMPH! Figures you'd be tired. Going off with that macho male attitude!" I laugh. "I just went 'cause I had more power. Next time we find someone that strong, I'll let YOU fight!" I say with a grin.
"I could've beat him." "Yeah, that's why you were pinned to the wall." I retort. "It's not like you were doing much better! All busted up under a pile of concrete!" she's not going to let this one die. Well then, neither will I. "Least I was able to pull myself out, I didn't see you getting down from the wall." "HA! Yeah, listen to the guy with the 'master plan' here. Oh, I'll just fight him on my own a while you sneak up behind him. No big deal! My plan would've worked better." Yeah, right. "Nah, you'd have just been pinned to the wall sooner." "But we would've done some damage quicker, instead of you being his freaking punching bag!" Shit, will she give up already? Not much I can say to that last one though. "Hey, it worked, didn't it?" "Yeah, barely." Least she stopped arguing.
After resting a while… #8 looks edgy. Fine damnit, let's go then. "Let's go." I say. "Took you long enough. Would be almost done by now if…" "Are we getting into that again?" "Only if you keep it going." sometimes she's just impossible.
"Alright, let's just finish this mission." I start "I know you want to have the rest of the planet to yourself, but that will take a long time, even if it is a relatively small planet. We'll split it up half and half…" "Hey…" #8 protests. "Let me finish. I had my 'fun', you get first choice on what we waste, and I'm stuck with the rest." #8 grinned at this.
Several hours later… I should have known that she'd treat all towns as equals, meaning she got capitals and I had tiny backwater villages. But I said she had first pick, me and my big mouth. Ah well, who am I to complain? Earlier I just wanted to let #8 handle it all.
All in all, it's going pretty well. The left over warriors are no match for me. I've almost finished my quota, 65 areas out of 73. From what #8's told me over the radio, she's wasted 53 out of 74 areas. I expect that #8 will get a large power level increase from this, she is fighting much stronger warriors than the pathetic bunch I fight now. Of course, there are no more 29,000 monsters.
The next village is only a short distance away. A few moments later, I loom over this small town like the 'Reaper. Instead of taking my time on this, I just waste it in a few blasts, it's that small. For all of their technology, they don't have many villages. I guess they have a pretty low population.
One hour later… I've finished off my share, and now I'm waiting by the capsules for #8 to finish her part. "Almost done…" I hear #8 over the radio. "There! I've finished my last city. I'm coming back to your position." About time, she just had to have her 'fun'.
As #8 approaches, I see her new power level. 20,050… not bad at all. Must have been more of those guys at 15,000 than I thought. "Ready to go?" #8 asks as she lands a few feet in front of me. "Take care not to waste the country side much?" "Yep. More pay that way." I grin. "Anything worth salvaging?" "Nope." "Damn." It's times like these I wish I wasn't so thorough in some of my work. That reflecting armor is torn up beyond repair. Thing is, they should have reflected the beams from #8 and I when we finished off the capital, but apparently they can only reflect so much power. Ah well…
"Then let's report to Freeza and get the fuck out." I say, dialing in the frequency for reporting successful missions. "#9 and #8 reporting in from Esthar 4." "Mission accomplished?" the radioman asks. "Affirmative. All inhabitants killed, all major offensive industries have been demolished, and the surrounding country sides of all cities have remained intact. Requesting permission to return to the space station." "Good. Permission granted. We will send soldiers over there immediately. You can leave anytime you wish." "Thank you. Good bye." Good, I shut off the radio.
"Well?" #8 asks. "They're sending over soldiers and we can leave whenever. Let's get going." "Alright." We board our capsules and take off.
Chapter 16
As before, the trip was uneventful since we were out of it. We step out and stretch a bit. "Well, good to be back." I mutter. "Why, do you like this place that much?" #8 asks. "Yes, two reasons. Opportunities for new missions, and my laboratory. Not neccesarially in that order." "HMPH!"
We decide to stop off at the cafeteria for a snack. Seeing as that there isn't as much food occupying the table this time, people have room to sit. So someone decides to socialize with us.
"Aren't you the soldiers without power levels?" A man asks me. Correction, a Saiyajin asks me. I thought Vegita, Nappa, and Radditz were the only ones on this station. This man is wearing an outdated black colored version of our armor, is well built, and has hair that spikes out like an explosion.. "Yes." "Why is that?" I tell him of us being androids. No harm in that.
Later… "Interesting…" the Saiyajin says. Weird, a Saiyajin interested in technology, and doesn't get bored to death with 'tech talk'. That's unheard of from what I heard from Vegeta and Co. "I thought Saiyajins were uninterested in working with technology themselves." I state to this man. "I'm somewhat of an oddity. Most of us off-world troops are." Fair enough. I suppose they're more social too. "What's your name?" I ask "Bardock." good, I'll want to be able to meet with him later. I've taken a liking to this guy. Of course, #8 doesn't seem to have the same opinion. She left LONG ago, like five minutes after I started explaining androids to Bardock. "I have to go now. I'm not here for recreation." Bardock says rather plainly. "Understandable." I reply. Then I leave in search of #8.
I find her sleeping in our room. Well, we did go with little sleep throughout that mission, and we need some sleep, android or not. I haven't touched that computer in a while. Lemme see where I can get on it. I connect to the main database through my terminal.
Hmm… free access to mission records to all soldiers. Well, only what they want you to see of course. #8 and mine has been updated. Not like the record's huge right now…
Name: #9
Power Level: Unknown
Rank: Mercenary
Missions Attempted: 1
Missions Completed: 1
Missions Failed: 0
Success Rate: 100
Says pretty much the same thing for #8. Not very detailed, which is why it's public. Still very important info, lets me know where I rank among the rest. Well, looks like this is what our life will be like. Sounds like fun!