I flew hastily, desperate to put as much distance as I could in the little time that I had. I had barely gotten a mile away when the deafening scream shot through the air. I grimaced, and headed back.
She was rummaging through the piles of abandoned gi's that littered a corner. She selected an old, battered purple one. I sighed. What a nosey kid.
"Well? What do you expect me to do?" She asked mightily. She tied the red belt around her pants, that were at least 2 feet too long. I stared a little, lots of possibilities going through my head. We had never had a woman fighter, well except Chichi, and I am not touchin on that. She noticed me staring.
"Is there something I can help you with?" She crossed her slender arms..
"Yah, you are in my cave and you are stealing my clothes." He mirrored her arms.
"So! I woke up, half dead, next to a green guy missing my shirt, what do you expect me to do? That is kind of questionable…"
Piccolo sneered. "I wouldn't waste my time with you."
"Yah, I am sure all the girls are just crawling over you, being tall, green and fangy." She smiled, as if she was happy with herself. She pranced around the cave a little. She struck a defensive stance. "I am Ninja!" She said, making all kinds of gay noises. I rolled my eyes. What actually surprised me was that her form was good, if not perfect.
I watched as she threw a couple of fast punches and kicks.
"Can you fight, or are you pretending?" I asked evilly.
"Does it look like I am pretending?" She asked sneering.
"Well, I don't know. I just found you head first in a river unconscious about to die of blood loss. Now if I were you and I could fight, why "pretend" that I couldn't and get my ass kicked?" He smirked a toothy smirk.
"None of your business, grasshopper. You wouldn't understand." I noticed the intervals between punches sped up.
"What is your name?" I asked
"Oh." She said, kicking. "You are the kind of killer who likes to get familiar with their victims before you waste them." I couldn't help but smirk.
"Fine, I will just call you "topless." Or maybe "feminine appendage." She blushed, but a tuft of stringy black hair quickly fell over it. I couldn't help but notice how her pale skin shone out so strikingly against her long dark hair.
"I don't have a name." She replied stonily. I blinked. What in the HFIL did she do? Damn, I am a demon and even I have a name…Even though it's a retarded one.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
She didn't reply.
"Fine, I will name you." I said royally. She turned back, a thin black eyebrow arched high on her forehead.
"Your name is….Kuro." I said, watching. She stopped, "Hmmph, well, don't go and get too creative on me, grasshopper."
"Fine." I replied. "Your name can be Hebi."
"Ach! Kuro is just fine! Gosh!" She tugged the legs of the gi up a little. "Well, what is your name?" She asked me, as if she was expecting it the whole time.
"Piccolo."
"You are named, after a woodwind instrument? " She asked, looking as if she was about to bust into laughter. "Are you sure I shouldn't be naming you?"
I snarled, getting fed up with all this girlish giggling and crap. You can only take so much before you want to go smack someone. She stopped abruptly, but kept on kicking and punching. After a while, I went to sleep. Or at least, a deep meditaion.


Umm, there is an inside japanese joke in there, sorry for you Funi dubbies ^_^ Hebi is "snake" in japanese. "Kuro" is black. Get it?
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