Author's note: Hi people! Here's chapter 1. Some things may sound kind of confusing so I should explain it here. 1. Marron is now 18 years old. 2. She lives inside a cave. 3. She goes out every night and kills Saiyans. Got that? Well, this chapter is kind of short but next chapter will definitely be longer. Don't forget to review! ~nightgale.
Chapter 1:
Marron stared at the pot of black dye and cringed, she dreaded this moment of the day. Urgh, do I have to? I mean this stuff is slimy, gross and it stinks like shit! She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and plunged her hand into the pot of black goo. She pulled her hand out and saw that it was covered with the slimy substance. I cannot do this, she thought in disgust. I really, really don't want to do this.
You have to do this! A little voice reminded her
inside her head. You've done this just about everyday for the past 5 years.
What makes it any different to do it one more time?
Marron sighed, the voice is right. She wrinkled her nose and lifted her hand up to her head. She smeared the black dye all over her long hair until not a speck of blond can be seen. Then she slipped into a black skin-tight body suit.
Hmm, now I need a tail, she reached over to her
little cot where she slept and grabbed a long strip of brown fur. She got that
fur from a Saiyan when he was in his ape form. Marron smirked as she remembered
the cry of pain the Saiyan gave when he realized that she had stuck her sword
into his back and cut of a strip of his fur. What a sucker.
She carefully tied the fur around her waist so that it would look like a tail. Marron had tried using real Saiyan tails before but they don't work very well. After a few days, the tails would wither and dry up. The fur could last longer, plus it can keep her a little warmer during the hash winter days.
Marron walked to the small pond that lay beside her little cot. She looked into the water and saw her reflection.
The black hair, tight body suit, and tail made her look exactly like a Saiyan. Her icy blue eyes that she inherited from her mother were the only give away to her real identity. Marron reached a hand up and touched her oily hair. She frowned.
I wonder why Saiyans don't have blond hair. Most Saiyans
have black hair, some Saiyans have blue hair, and some even has purple hair but
no Saiyan was ever born a blond. If they were blond Saiyans, then it would save
me a hell lot of trouble. I don't have to put on this crappy dye everyday.
She stroked her hair gently. Well, look at the bright
side. Black hair is an excellent disguise; nobody will ever know that I'm a
human. Besides, the burned animal fat and roots used to make this dye is said
to be good for your hair.
She glanced outside and saw that the moon was slowly rising.
Perfect, a grin curled slowly onto her lips. Time to kick some ass!
Should I take a knife with me tonight? She glanced over at a short knife
leaning against the cave wall. Nah, even though it's so satisfying to hear
those damn monkeys scream out in pain just before their last breath, the knife
is too heavy and it slows me down.
Marron started running. She ran out of the cave where she lived and started dashing towards the city. She preferred to run even though flying is much faster and easier, it gave her time to think and plan for the night.
First stop, the Blue House, that bar always have plenty
of monkeys hanging around every night. She looked up into the dark blue
sky. Mama, I'm keeping my promise from 14 years ago. I not stopping until I
have killed every single monkey on this entire planet!