Author's note: Ta-Da! Here's chapter 3! I hope you like it! Don't forget to review! Thanks. ~nightgale.
Chapter 3:
"Move, don't block the damn path, get the hell out of my way," Marron muttered as she squeezed through the crowd on the dance floor.
"Hey watch where you're going!" She heard a Saiyan girl yell from behind her. Marron turned around, gave her the finger, and then continued on her way.
"Wait! You! Come back here!" the girl shouted again behind her. Marron felt a large hand grabbing her shoulder. Oh gee, do I look like I have time for this? Marron thought irritably. But then again, I should have some fun tonight huh? Just torturing people and then killing them is getting to be a real bore. A mischievous smile crawled on her lips as she turned to face her opponent.
Standing before her was a
Saiyan girl who looked to be about 16 or 17. She had short, spiky black hair
that was dyed blue at the tips. Layers of make-up covered her face and she had
an earring in her left ear. She had on an extremely tight little bra top that
showed a lot of skin along with a pair of tight jean shorts that was in this
puke green colour.
Marron eyed the girl carefully. Maybe I shouldn't fight her; her power level is just too pathetic. Plus, she has really bad fashion taste! She sighed.
"Why are you sighing?" the girl asked, crossing her arms. "You are afraid that I'm going to beat the shit out of you?"
"No," Marron replied quiet and calmly. "I'm trying to decide whither I should fight you or just walk away."
"Ha! You are probably really scared of me. Oh well, I'm in a good mood today, I'll let you walk," the girl started to turn away.
"Hold it," Marron said slowly. "How did you know that I'm
really scared of you? The real reason I'm trying to decide if I would fight you
or not is because of your pathetically little power level! I think you are not
really worth wasting my time on," Marron grinned as she saw the girl froze. Bingo!
I struck a nerve!
By now, people are starting to gather around. Some of the
guys are yelling 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' but one deadly glare from Marron shut
them up. I guess even monkeys know that it's not wise to mess with a pissed off
girl.
"Fuck you," the Saiyan girl clenched her fists. "How dare you say that I'm pathetic? I'll make you sorry!" She dashed towards Marron and tried to land a punch on Marron's head.
Marron gently tilted her head to one side and watched the girl's fist cut through the air above her shoulder. I guess I was mistaken; she's not only pathetically weak but extremely slow too! She heard a small gasp of surprise coming from the girl as she realized that she had missed. Too bad, so sad! You had your turn and now it's mine.
"Are you ready?" Marron asked.
"Ready for what?"
"For my turn. You had your turn and you missed, so now it's my turn right?"
"What do you mean am I ready? A true Saiyan is always ready and alert for anything, are you stupid or what? This isn't a game where we take turns! This is a real fight! You attack whenever you get a chance to…"
Oh brother! Marron rolled her eyes. Spare me the big 'I'm a Saiyan who's ready for everything' lecture. I really need to shut her up! Faster than a shot of lightening, Marron grabbed the girl by the shoulders and jammed her knee into the girls' stomach.
"Oh," the girl gave a small moan and tumbled to the floor, clenching her stomach. "Why did you do that? I wasn't ready yet?" she gasped.
Marron snickered. "But I thought a true Saiyan is always ready and alert for anything!" she mimicked then kicked the girl in right the face. "This is for wasting my time," she kicked her again. "This is for wasting my energy, and this," she kicked the girl for the third time. "Is for having really bad fashion taste!"
The crowd was now starting to yell insults at the Saiyan
girl lying on the floor. I guess that's my cue to leave, Marron
thought as she quietly slipped away. I could have killed her but since
people were all watching, I didn't. Instead I gave her the punishment most
Saiyans considered a fate worse than death – humiliation. She glanced back
towards the crowd. Too bad for her, she is has a big ego too, I guess this
will be a big blow for her.
She shook these thoughts away from her head. Okay, you had your fun. Now back to the real business! She glanced around, trying to locate a small space where there was some privacy. Hmm, strange, nightclubs like this usually have small room for couples to…well, get screwed but this club doesn't seem to have any.
Damn! She cursed under her breath, now what? I
really need a place where nobody can see what I'm doing…
All of a sudden, she felt a hand touching her butt. Here
comes help, she smiled as she slowly rotate her head around. A tall, ugly
Saiyan was standing behind her with a mouthful of croaked teeth and a stupid
grin. Shit, I don't like it when 'help' comes in such an ugly form.
"Hey, I saw you back there. I like your attitude," he said. "You wanna…you know?"
"Sure," she replied, hiding a smile. "But where can we get some, uh, privacy?"
She saw his grin grew wider. "Come," he beckon for her to follow him. He led her to a door.
No wonder I couldn't find a door, it's all painted black! Marron thought. Well, since he led me to here, I guess I'll make him my lucky victim number 1. She pushed him inside and slammed the door shut.
"Oh, you're impatient!" the Saiyan said as he tried to wrap his arms around her.
Marron flinched at his touch and threw him across the room. He hit the wall and fell down. She walked over and grabbed him by the neck. Might as well give him a lecture before I kill him.
"Listen here you stupid
monkey! Don't you know that it's not polite to grab someone's ass?" he looked
terrified and was trying to yell out. She clamped one hand over his mouth.
"Don't make a sound!"
Okay, lecture time has to be cut short. I better finish him off quick before he screams out and attracts some attention from outside, Marron thought, she gathered a small but powerful energy blast in her hand and stuck it right through his stomach. The Saiyan gave a small groan and fell limp. His blood gushed out of the wound and some got on her hand.
Yuck, monkey blood.
She checked him over to make sure he's died then she wiped her hand off on floor. She walked back to the dance floor again and closed the door tightly shut behind her. I have to keep an eye on this door; she made a mental note inside her head. I can't have any couple wandering in and well, discover that died body.
I guess I could just blow up this entire planet if I
wanted, she thought as she wondered around. But I want each and every
one of the Saiyans to suffer. I want to torture them and show them how horrible
it is to be killed. It's so slow though…
She felt a tap on her shoulder. Hold that thought, here
comes lucky victim number 2.