Greetings and salutations. It's me again. Thank you to all the reviewers of Slayer's Knight. There is more coming. I'm glad people like the team up.

This is the continuation of Phoenix Rising, as promised. Pleas review, I beg of you. I'd say review or I won't post anymore, but I'd be lying (hahahahaha).

See chapter two for disclaimers.

Piccolo was flying above the ship when he felt the sudden rush of power and saw the man fly, of the ship. "What the hell?" He sped down the ship. The first thing he saw was Zealot beaten and bloody. The second thing was Faith.

She didn't seem injured just…like she was sleeping. He put two and two together and figured out what had happened. Someone had attacked Zealot. Faith saw it, got pissed off, and blasted the prick into orbit. He shook his head. "Great." He muttered. "Another Gohan. Just what I needed." He'd been a pain to train. Least his latest student wasn't going to turn into a giant monkey and try to destroy the earth. And she would be his student. Now this had happened, she wasn't going to get a choice. Zealot stirred.

"Who…" He knelt down next to her.

"Take it easy. I'm a friend. I'm here to train Faith." Zealot tried to get to her feet. "Hey, I said take it easy. You've been badly beaten." The former Coda glared at him. "Look, your student has power greater than anything you've seen on this planet. That little blast was only the beginning. With training, she could be the one of the strongest warriors in the universe. I have the facilities and training best suited to brining that power out."

"And if I don't want to go?" He turned. Faith was already on her feet. Her power level was suddenly like a beacon. "Listen pal, my friend needs me here."

"I don't remember giving you a choice." He said. "If you don't want to come, fine. But remember one thing; the one who did this will be back, there won't be anything you can do. He's too strong for you to fight as you are now. If you come with me, I can give you a fighting chance." He held out his hand. "And in the end, that's all you've wanted, right? A chance to make your own life?" Faith hesitated, looking down at Zealot.

"What about Zee? I can't just leave her like this." Piccolo nodded, and reached into his gi. He pulled out a small bag. Out of the bag, he pulled a small bean. He turned and knelt down to Zealot again.

"Open your mouth." He said. She looked at him suspiciously. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." Zealot glared for a moment, then slowly opened her mouth. He popped the bean in her mouth. She chewed slowly before she swallowed it.

She felt her strength returning, her many wounds healing. She lowly began to get to her feet. "How…did you do that?"

"It's called a Senzu Bean." Piccolo explained replacing the bag. He turned to Faith. "Any other problems?" Faith stared at him. She thought for a moment. If the bounty hunter was even half as tough as he seemed…

"You ain't taking her anywhere without an explanation, pal. Who are you?" Piccolo turned. The nosey human stook there, guns drawn. The girl Faith had been training was just in front of him, swords drawn. Neither looked happy.

"Cool it Grifter." Faith said forcibly. She looked at Piccolo. "How much time do you need?"

"One year." He said. Between King Kai and himself, it should be enough. "It won't be easy, though. While I'm training you, there won't be any down time. When you're not eating or sleeping, you'll be sparring with me." Faith's face remained neutral, but her eyes lit up like Christmas trees. The thought of such intense training was strangely exciting to her. The fact that this guy was probably thousands of times stronger than her…

"Alright." She said. She turned to her friends. "You guys, try to keep a low profile, 'kay?" Zealot took a step towards her.

"Are you sure?" Faith nodded.

"I know it sounds weird, but…it's like, I have to do this. You understand?" Zealot stood there a moment. Then embraced the girl.

"Take care…sister." Zealot whispered. Faith nodded before they broke off. Grifter walked up to her.

"You know you got Zee's respect when she calls you that." He said. "Take of yourself, kid. Come back safe." Faith nodded. She then turned to Melody.

"You're leaving?" Faith nodded.

"I have to. Gotta nail some poor bastards ass to the wall." Melody looked at her angrily.

"You said you would take me home." She said accusingly. Faith felt her heart break. This was going to be the hard part.

"I know, I'm sorry, but…the guy that almost killed Zealot, he was a bounty hunter, looking for me. If I don't learn how to beat him, he might come after you next." She looked at the girl. "I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you." Melody looked away. Faith thought a minute. "Wait here." She ran into her room. A minute later, she came out. In her hand was a locket. She opened it and showed her. "This belonged to my mother. See, there are pictures of her and dad in there." She put it around Melody's neck. "This is the most important thing I have. It's the only thing that I have that reminds me of them. So take care of it, and I'll come back for it. And you." Melody looked at the locket. It really was beautiful. She threw her arms around Faith's neck.

"Come back in one piece." She whispered.

"I will. Promise."  Faith drew back.

"Can we go now?" Piccolo asked. Faith rolled her eyes.

"Sentimental, isn't he?" She said. Melody giggled. "Alright, teach, let's roll."

"Finally." He grabbed her by the wrist. "Hang on." With that, he took off into the air.

"HHOOLLYY SSHHIIIIIIIIIIIT!" Faith screamed as they careened through the air. She watched the earth go screaming past beneath them. "You drop me and I swear I'll come back to haunt you!" Piccolo grinned. She probably would.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the site where he hid his ship. "We're here." Faith took a look at it. It was round. That was all she could think of.

"What, this is where we're training?" Piccolo chuckled under his breath.

"For the first day or two." He said. "This is how we're getting home." He walked up to the door and opened it.

"And home is…" She asked. He pointed up, to the sun.

"A counter earth. A world that orbits on the opposite side of the sun." He entered the ship. "Come on." Faith followed him in. Her original description went for the inside as well. It was round. She watched him walk over to the centre column.

"So, do you have a name?"

"Piccolo." Faith grinned.

"Like the instrument?" She asked. He grunted.

"It means 'wanderer' in my home language." He said. "There." The door slammed shut behind her, and suddenly, she couldn't stand. She fell to the floor.

"Oh, shit!" She said as she hit the ground, hard.

"Sorry." Piccolo said, reaching for the control panel. "Gravity simulator's set to fifty. I forgot about that." Not really, he thought. He wanted to test her, see what she could do.

"No…problem." She said, struggling to her feet. Piccolo watched on, impressed, as she finally got to her feet. "There." She grunted. "Piece…of…cake."

"Yeah, right." He muttered, setting it back to normal gravity. She glared at him. "What?"

"I thought we were going to train in that." She said, huffily. Piccolo raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, muscles, let's see how you go at normal gravity first." Faith grinned.

"Let's go."

They arrived at Capsule Corp. Faith had managed to train under fifteen gees, not bad. Even more surprising was how fast she picked it up. He began wondering what King Kai had neglected to tell him about this girl.

"Well, it's about time." Vegeta said as they disembarked. He looked Faith up and down. "What's this? You picked up a girlfriend on your trip?"

"Where'd you get the hair cut, a vegetable patch?" Vegeta's veins started to pop out over his face.

"What…did…you…say?" He said through clenched teeth. Faith just stood there.

"I think you heard me. And if you must know, I'm Piccolo's new student." Vegeta gawked. Who was this girl? She was so confident, so sure of herself. Her power was at least the equal of Krillin's, yet her potential was so much greater than that.

"Yo, teach," She turned to Piccolo. "where are we training?"

"I'll show you as soon as you stop provoking Vegeta. And don't call me that." Faith gave him a lopsided grin.

"Whatever you say, teach." Piccolo glared at his student.

"Fine, then." He said. "Time for your first flying lesson." Faith punched the air.

"Yes! Finally!"

"And then you can fly yourself to the training ground." She stopped for a moment, then smiled.

"Finally, I get to be self sufficient. Um…is there anywhere I can get dressed?" She pointed to her clothes. They were filthy, with rips and tears everywhere. "These got shredded on the way." Vegeta stared at her, then glanced at Piccolo.

"How hard did you push her?" He asked. Piccolo gave him a steady glare.

"Fifteen times earth's gravity." Vegeta stared.

"F-fifteen…impossible!" He stuttered. "How long has she been training?" Faith shrugged.

"What style?" She asked. "About…five years of training by the Watchers Council, six months Coda style, two days Piccolo style." Vegeta couldn't help himself.

"Good God, girl. Are you sure you don't have Saiyan blood?" Piccolo suddenly paid attention. That was the one thing he hadn't thought of. Faith laughed it off.

"Nope, just your run of the mill, renegade Vampire Slayer." She said off handedly. Piccolo thought a moment.

"Faith, show him your full power." Faith nodded, hunkered into a fighting stance, and focused like he had taught her.

The change was obvious from the first moment. The air around her shimmered. Vegeta could feel her power raise significantly. Chunks of earth began floating around her.

"Unbelievable." He breathed. She was on par with his son, Trunks. She had powered to her limit, but she kept pushing.

"That's enough." Piccolo said. Faith backed of, minimising her power again. Vegeta nodded. There was something different.

"Go inside." He said. "Ask Bulma if she has anything."

"Thanks." She said. "And sorry about that 'vegetable patch' thing. I've had a bad run, things just started to look up. You…reminded me of myself a few years ago and, well, it got to me." Vegeta smirked as she walked inside.

"Interesting." He said. "She has spirit, and power to back it up. What is her skill like?"

"Absolutely amazing. Better than anyone else I've seen her age, even Gohan." Piccolo shook his head. "The Slayers fight vampires and demons for a living, though their powers are usually limited to enhanced strength and reflexes, with some prophetic dreams. Faiths skill…she has already mastered the Masenko wave, and I think she might even be able to master my Special Beam Cannon."

"What? So soon?" Piccolo nodded.

"She seems to be able to master a move after seeing it a few times. It's a common skill amongst the Slayers, from what I can understand." Vegeta thought a moment.

"Some Saiyans have that ability. Interesting." Piccolo nodded. "No wonder you stopped here instead of heading straight to the Lookout." Piccolo grunted.

"Yeah, well, if there were anyone else, I wouldn't have thought of you.." Vegeta chuckled.

"Humph. Whatever you say, Namek."

Faith walked through the door. She looked around. Definitely different from her earth. "Hello?" She called out.

"It was you." She whirled around. Behind her was a kid, maybe seven, with lavender hair and piercing eyes.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"That power I just felt. It was you, wasn't it?" Faith nodded. "Not bad. For someone who doesn't have Saiyan blood."

"That is the second time someone's mentioned that word, and I still don't have a clue what it means." She looked around again. "You wouldn't happen to know a Bulma, would you? Vegeta said to ask her is she had any spare clothes." She motioned to what she was wearing.

"What happened, have an argument with a lawn mower?"

"Attitude like that, you gotta be Vegeta's, right?" Faith said. "Never realized attitudes are genetic."

"Usually aren't." Said a female voice. "But Vegeta seems to have an annoying habit of rubbing off on people." The first thing that stood out was the blue hair, followed by the tool belt at her waist. "I'm Bulma." She said, holding out her hand.

"Faith." Faith took the hand, shaking gently. Bulma winced slightly. "Sorry. Still getting used to the strength increase." She shrugged. "Been training with Piccolo."

"That explains the clothes." She said. "Probably more coming too, knowing that green blob." Faith shrugged.

"It's not too bad. I can take the punishment. 'Sides, some guy beat up a friend of mine. The only way I got a chance is with Piccolo's training." Bulma nodded.

"So this is a vengeance thing?" She asked. Faith smirked.

"Well, that, and I'm always looking for knew ways to kick ass." She shrugged. "Got a tough gig back home." Bulma nodded again.

"Well, you're going to need something that can stand a lot of punishment. Hmm." She smacked a palm with her fist. "Got it. Come on." Faith followed her up the stairs.

Piccolo waited by the ship. "Come on." He said. "What's taking so long?" Vegeta laughed.

"No matter what planet your on, women are all the same. They make a quick, simple task into a year long crusade."

"I heard that!" Vegeta winced slightly.

"Bulma, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that?"

"Well someone has to keep you in line, mister so perfect Super Saiyan." Bulma fumed. "I don't know why I put up with you sometimes."

"I was going to ask how you can deal with his attitude without completely losing your mind." Faith stepped out the doorway, wearing some of the imitation Saiyan battle armour she had made.

"God." Vegeta breathed. "All she needs is a tail." He was right, Piccolo had to admit. She looked every bit the Saiyan, standing there. I might need some help.

"So," Faith asked. "when do I get to fly?"

"Right now." He said. He quickly whispered something in Vegeta's ear, then motioned her to follow him. Vegeta walked inside.

"Vegeta?" Bulma said. "What's wrong? Are you mad at me?" He grinned.

"Of course not. You wouldn't be you if you didn't eaves drop, misunderstand, and argue with me all the time." He said. "I just need to make a phone call."

Next: Trip to Kame house, and the mystery of Faith.

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