Sorry the last chappy was so short, this one will be longer! 20 reveiws
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As you already know, I only own Kamasi. *sniff* anywho. Onward!
Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers!! I am soooo happy that so many people are enjoying the fic! Kama: are you done? Me: maaaybe Kama: *threatening glare* Me: urk.. I can be done.. heh heh
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Vegeta muttered under his breath, casting glances at his son. It wasn't that he was jealous or anything. its just that he was enjoying having someone with a little bit of backbone to argue with. and the boy simply ruined it. that was all. nothing more. it seemed too much like trying to convince himself of it for the saiyajin-no-oji's liking.
The girl was now teasing his son with her tail. tickling the back of his neck. she had no shame! With a grunt he turned his attention back to the stadium. it was an effort to say the least. He'd never had a saiyajin woman before. he was waiting until he was king to choose a mate, but that girl, no that woman was steadily driving him insane. He coughed a bit louder, trying to remind the two that he was actually in the room too. It seemed to work, because she removed her tail and wrapped it around her waist.
Vegeta folded his arms and gave her a sideways glance, she narrowed her eyes at him threateningly and he quickly looked back out to the arena. The crowds were starting to get restless.
A few minutes later the royal box was filled with several of his 'elites' and a few advisors and such. That damned purple-skinned pain-in-the-ass showed up too. It was really all he could do not to blast the weakling into oblivion. He muttered something uncomplimentary under his breath and folded his arms and turned to face back to the arena, only to be confronted by a pair of dark eyes staring at him from about 3 inches away from his own obsidian eyes.
"What wrong Veggie??"
"Nothing, Pest. Now get away from me!" he awkwardly shoved her back into her own seat, muttering some more about Pan's lack of respect.
"You should really lighten up.." she paused, she must have realized that the people around them weren't really the 'fun' type.. ".Vegeta-sama" she finished her sentence as she settled back in her chair.
Vegeta glanced over at her to see her scowling out at the arena, her face a dark shade of red. Her tail looped loosely around her waist and the tip was twitching. so she was angry too. angry at him? She must have felt his eyes on her because she tilted her face up to look at him; she half-grinned then glared at him again. 'Women are insane.' The Saiyajin-no-oji firmly decided. He looked back out to the arena; the first contestants' names and stats were being broadcast over the loudspeakers while the two combatants were herded into the arena.
Vegeta glanced them over, both female. so they split the divisions, that was a bad idea. Whoever changed it would certainly be sorry. muttering under his breath he looked back to the two combatants, one had a sword and the other a large axe. There was a loud horn and the two began fighting, clashing with weapons. the one with the axe lost her weapon and was quickly dealt with. She was taken off the field on a stretcher. The winner, in bright green armor held up both hands and faced the royal box. Vegeta yawned.
Next another pair of women, one in red and orange armor that made his eyes hurt and the other in black and red. the one in the blaringly bright armor had a bo-staff and the other had a pair of claws. interesting choice.
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Kamasi growled at the guards who prodded her onto the battlefield with electric zappers of some sort. she would have gone willingly. As she stepped onto the battlefield her eyes scanned the stands until she found the royal box. The most powerful saiyajin in the universe were up there: Vegeta-sama and his heir Trunks-sama. both legendary super saiyajin. Was there anything she wouldn't give to be that powerful, damn heritage!
She wrapped her tail around her waist loosely, she wasn't afraid, she'd fought much more dangerous opponents that this child. It really was a shame the young woman would have to die, no matter, what mattered was moving on to the next round. As she moved closer she could see the younger woman's face. she was absolutely terrified. Kamasi shook her head and stepped back into a deep fighting stance. 'Gotta make it look good for the crowds.' she thought idly to herself as she flexed her fingers, making the light glint off the metal.
Her opponent's eyes widened and she held the bo-staff even tighter. like that would save her life? Kamasi shook her head, wondering if she was going to be able to give a good show. Fighting was fun, but showing off her skills almost gave her as much enjoyment as battle.
Before she really knew what was happening the blaring horn was going off. Kamasi tilted her head to the side, her neck gave a loud 'pop' and then she grinned. with a kick off the ground she did a double summersault in the air and then threw both feet out at her opponent as she came back down to the arena floor. The attack was blocked by the bo-staff, but that was expected.
She recoiled and then started a flurry of slashes and kicks at her opponent, who was trying to block in vain. She jumped and brought both legs up and shot them out again sending her into a double axel before she touched the ground. her opponent, who had probably just gotten the hardest kick in the ribs she'd ever experienced was just recovering. Kamasi held her hands up as the roar of the crowd beat down into the center of the arena like an avalanche.
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"Tousan. did you feel that?" Trunks asked his father, his eyes never leaving the field.
"Hai. she's stronger than most of the baka's up here" Vegeta muttered, even with the field that stopped the combatants from using ki in battle, it was still possible to sense the strength of the warriors.
"Why is she just a slave?"
"Hell if I know"
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Kamasi smirked, her opponent was up and apparently ready for more pain. She flexed her fingers again and formed her hands into fists; she was a good ways away from her opponent, which would make things more interesting. She started her dash, zigzagging in a pattern designed to confuse someone who was already in pain. Something she'd practiced too many times to count.
She frowned a bit, as the other woman didn't move, was she planning something? Or just too far gone to be any fun? Just to be safe Kamasi decided to go with the prior and play it safe, she feinted to the left and then sped to the right, only to run strait past her with her left claw extended, she felt them hit flesh. She smirked it truly was fun slicing another being to pieces.
The other woman's hands went to her sides reflexively, a small trickle of blood pouring from her mouth. She couldn't move, fear and pain had immobilized her. Now the only thing to do was, wait for the end. And the end came surprisingly quickly, a tingle at the back of her neck, a faded memory of watching her mother fall in the dust melded into the feeling of hard packed dirt beneath her, and darkness consumed her.
Kamasi frowned a little bit as she pulled the one claw that was nessesary for severing the other woman's spinal column from her neck. It really was a boring fight. She sighed a little bit and watched the corpse fall to the ground, a corpse that had not too long ago been a living being that thought she had a chance of winning this tournament. 'Sad' Kamasi thought as she turned to the royal box and held up her fists in victory, the usual salute when presenting a win to the Saiyajin-no-oji. "Vegeta-sama!" she yelled. "I will win this tournament! Every one dead is dead for you and your glory!".. She'd always had a crush on the prince, as stupid as it was. he wasn't tall either and it made her feel not so alone.
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Vegeta blinked a few times. He was just able to hear the loud yell from the stadium below. The crowd was roaring after the show the warrior woman had just given them. He smirked; he had wanted an apprentice for a while now. He watched her kneel and to give a low bow after her dedication. She stood up; chin inclined proudly and walked out of the slaves' arena as if she had just defeated a thousand foes who had disputed her honor.
He motioned to one of his aids; the tall blue-haired alien leaned in close to him. "Yes, Vegeta-sama?" It asked in a high-pitched voice that conflicted with its large build.
"Go buy the one who just won. Give her quarters and new armor, and a decent meal."
The alien stood, its head tilted to the side. "Vegeta-sama?"
"GO!" he growled.
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Vegeta didn't seem to notice, but a certain ebony haired demi-saiyan woman who was sitting next to him, had managed to form a more vicious glare on her face than Vegeta himself could ever contemplate.
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I dunno. crazyness. Review. and MAYBE I'll write another chappy.
Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers!! I am soooo happy that so many people are enjoying the fic! Kama: are you done? Me: maaaybe Kama: *threatening glare* Me: urk.. I can be done.. heh heh
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Vegeta muttered under his breath, casting glances at his son. It wasn't that he was jealous or anything. its just that he was enjoying having someone with a little bit of backbone to argue with. and the boy simply ruined it. that was all. nothing more. it seemed too much like trying to convince himself of it for the saiyajin-no-oji's liking.
The girl was now teasing his son with her tail. tickling the back of his neck. she had no shame! With a grunt he turned his attention back to the stadium. it was an effort to say the least. He'd never had a saiyajin woman before. he was waiting until he was king to choose a mate, but that girl, no that woman was steadily driving him insane. He coughed a bit louder, trying to remind the two that he was actually in the room too. It seemed to work, because she removed her tail and wrapped it around her waist.
Vegeta folded his arms and gave her a sideways glance, she narrowed her eyes at him threateningly and he quickly looked back out to the arena. The crowds were starting to get restless.
A few minutes later the royal box was filled with several of his 'elites' and a few advisors and such. That damned purple-skinned pain-in-the-ass showed up too. It was really all he could do not to blast the weakling into oblivion. He muttered something uncomplimentary under his breath and folded his arms and turned to face back to the arena, only to be confronted by a pair of dark eyes staring at him from about 3 inches away from his own obsidian eyes.
"What wrong Veggie??"
"Nothing, Pest. Now get away from me!" he awkwardly shoved her back into her own seat, muttering some more about Pan's lack of respect.
"You should really lighten up.." she paused, she must have realized that the people around them weren't really the 'fun' type.. ".Vegeta-sama" she finished her sentence as she settled back in her chair.
Vegeta glanced over at her to see her scowling out at the arena, her face a dark shade of red. Her tail looped loosely around her waist and the tip was twitching. so she was angry too. angry at him? She must have felt his eyes on her because she tilted her face up to look at him; she half-grinned then glared at him again. 'Women are insane.' The Saiyajin-no-oji firmly decided. He looked back out to the arena; the first contestants' names and stats were being broadcast over the loudspeakers while the two combatants were herded into the arena.
Vegeta glanced them over, both female. so they split the divisions, that was a bad idea. Whoever changed it would certainly be sorry. muttering under his breath he looked back to the two combatants, one had a sword and the other a large axe. There was a loud horn and the two began fighting, clashing with weapons. the one with the axe lost her weapon and was quickly dealt with. She was taken off the field on a stretcher. The winner, in bright green armor held up both hands and faced the royal box. Vegeta yawned.
Next another pair of women, one in red and orange armor that made his eyes hurt and the other in black and red. the one in the blaringly bright armor had a bo-staff and the other had a pair of claws. interesting choice.
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Kamasi growled at the guards who prodded her onto the battlefield with electric zappers of some sort. she would have gone willingly. As she stepped onto the battlefield her eyes scanned the stands until she found the royal box. The most powerful saiyajin in the universe were up there: Vegeta-sama and his heir Trunks-sama. both legendary super saiyajin. Was there anything she wouldn't give to be that powerful, damn heritage!
She wrapped her tail around her waist loosely, she wasn't afraid, she'd fought much more dangerous opponents that this child. It really was a shame the young woman would have to die, no matter, what mattered was moving on to the next round. As she moved closer she could see the younger woman's face. she was absolutely terrified. Kamasi shook her head and stepped back into a deep fighting stance. 'Gotta make it look good for the crowds.' she thought idly to herself as she flexed her fingers, making the light glint off the metal.
Her opponent's eyes widened and she held the bo-staff even tighter. like that would save her life? Kamasi shook her head, wondering if she was going to be able to give a good show. Fighting was fun, but showing off her skills almost gave her as much enjoyment as battle.
Before she really knew what was happening the blaring horn was going off. Kamasi tilted her head to the side, her neck gave a loud 'pop' and then she grinned. with a kick off the ground she did a double summersault in the air and then threw both feet out at her opponent as she came back down to the arena floor. The attack was blocked by the bo-staff, but that was expected.
She recoiled and then started a flurry of slashes and kicks at her opponent, who was trying to block in vain. She jumped and brought both legs up and shot them out again sending her into a double axel before she touched the ground. her opponent, who had probably just gotten the hardest kick in the ribs she'd ever experienced was just recovering. Kamasi held her hands up as the roar of the crowd beat down into the center of the arena like an avalanche.
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"Tousan. did you feel that?" Trunks asked his father, his eyes never leaving the field.
"Hai. she's stronger than most of the baka's up here" Vegeta muttered, even with the field that stopped the combatants from using ki in battle, it was still possible to sense the strength of the warriors.
"Why is she just a slave?"
"Hell if I know"
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Kamasi smirked, her opponent was up and apparently ready for more pain. She flexed her fingers again and formed her hands into fists; she was a good ways away from her opponent, which would make things more interesting. She started her dash, zigzagging in a pattern designed to confuse someone who was already in pain. Something she'd practiced too many times to count.
She frowned a bit, as the other woman didn't move, was she planning something? Or just too far gone to be any fun? Just to be safe Kamasi decided to go with the prior and play it safe, she feinted to the left and then sped to the right, only to run strait past her with her left claw extended, she felt them hit flesh. She smirked it truly was fun slicing another being to pieces.
The other woman's hands went to her sides reflexively, a small trickle of blood pouring from her mouth. She couldn't move, fear and pain had immobilized her. Now the only thing to do was, wait for the end. And the end came surprisingly quickly, a tingle at the back of her neck, a faded memory of watching her mother fall in the dust melded into the feeling of hard packed dirt beneath her, and darkness consumed her.
Kamasi frowned a little bit as she pulled the one claw that was nessesary for severing the other woman's spinal column from her neck. It really was a boring fight. She sighed a little bit and watched the corpse fall to the ground, a corpse that had not too long ago been a living being that thought she had a chance of winning this tournament. 'Sad' Kamasi thought as she turned to the royal box and held up her fists in victory, the usual salute when presenting a win to the Saiyajin-no-oji. "Vegeta-sama!" she yelled. "I will win this tournament! Every one dead is dead for you and your glory!".. She'd always had a crush on the prince, as stupid as it was. he wasn't tall either and it made her feel not so alone.
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Vegeta blinked a few times. He was just able to hear the loud yell from the stadium below. The crowd was roaring after the show the warrior woman had just given them. He smirked; he had wanted an apprentice for a while now. He watched her kneel and to give a low bow after her dedication. She stood up; chin inclined proudly and walked out of the slaves' arena as if she had just defeated a thousand foes who had disputed her honor.
He motioned to one of his aids; the tall blue-haired alien leaned in close to him. "Yes, Vegeta-sama?" It asked in a high-pitched voice that conflicted with its large build.
"Go buy the one who just won. Give her quarters and new armor, and a decent meal."
The alien stood, its head tilted to the side. "Vegeta-sama?"
"GO!" he growled.
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Vegeta didn't seem to notice, but a certain ebony haired demi-saiyan woman who was sitting next to him, had managed to form a more vicious glare on her face than Vegeta himself could ever contemplate.
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I dunno. crazyness. Review. and MAYBE I'll write another chappy.