Chapter 2
Vegeta stomped around through the halls of Frieza's ship, glaring at everyone who got in his path. Years had passed, and the young prince had gradually learned how to bite back, hard! Tears would no longer pour from his eyes if he was beaten up by Milaya, instead, he would curse and insult her in every way he could. It usually resulted into a harder beating.
Milaya was someone to be careful off, because she could beat you into a bloody pulp before you knew what happened, but Vegeta wouldn't have it and kept pressing every one of her buttons, igniting a furious rage in the warrioress. She was the strongest fighter of Frieza's whole army, and some even swore she was stronger than Frieza himself. None of that had ever been proven, but Vegeta was no longer afraid. Milaya would rot in Hell when she'd die by his hand. She would suffer for what she did to him all those years.
He opened the door to his and his Uncle's chamber, and banged right into Elvor. "Vegeta!" Elvor exclaimed in surprise. "Uncle Elvor, why are you wearing your armor?" Vegeta asked, shocked. "Sorry, kiddo, I have to go. Frieza gave me a mission a few minutes ago. I'm to go with Milaya to purge a planet." Elvor tried to walk away, but Vegeta stopped him. "Uncle, please be careful. I don't trust her," Vegeta said.
Elvor gave a sigh. "I know, Vegeta. Neither do I, but I don't have a choice." He pulled loose, and left for the pod area, knowing one thing.
'I'm dead.'
"You wanted to see me?" a cold voice asked, hidden anger and hate in her voice. Frieza turned from the window to face the golden haired girl. "Yes. I want to know if you know what to do with Elvor once the mission is complete." The girl nodded once.
"That all?" she asked. "Yes, now go." Milaya whirled around, her blood red cape whooshing about behind her as she stalked off.
Elvor fried the last of the inhabitants, and landed calmly on the ground, only 7 feet away from Milaya, who was covered in blood from the aliens she had annihilated. She wasn't facing him at all, but he knew she was plotting something. They were inside a large factory, where some of the inhabitants had gone into hiding from them.
"I know it's your job to kill me," he hissed, and Milaya growled in annoyance. "It was to be expected if you and I are the only ones to purge a planet. And although I can never win from you, I will not go down without a fight!!" Milaya's head whirled around, showing her angered face. Her whirling her head around caused the ponytail of knee-length golden hair to jerk along with it.
Elvor's eyes widened as the golden haired warrioress charged at him, screaming at the top of her lungs. In the blink of an eye, Elvor had zanzokened to the side, avoiding the girl's path easily. Milaya halted where she stood, then whirled around and tried to hit him with a roundhouse kick. Elvor hurriedly moved away from the attack again, and Milaya's foot crashed through the near wall like it was made out of tinfoil. Elvor growled and glared at the girl walking toward him calmly through the dust cloud she had kicked up.
He let out a furious cry and charged the golden haired girl with his full fury, but she soon followed suit. They met in the center of their 'arena', and the demoness was the first to launch her attack, a series of punches that Elvor somehow managed to avoid by extreme body contortions. But then Elvor backed up quickly and swung his right leg out to attack. Milaya tried to block it with her arm, but Elvor's powers proved too much, and the young girl crashed through the wall on Elvor's left with a cry of surprise, destroying a whole lot of large metallic barrels standing there.
The dust hung heavy in the air again, for the titanic battle was taking its toll of their arena. The old building wouldn't take much more of this. He started to walk toward the girl, but Milaya wouldn't give up and she leapt from her crash site. With the same fury, the golden haired girl began to go after Elvor with another flurry of punches. Elvor dodged them all, then reached out and grabbed her arm. With massive power, Elvor swung the girl into the air, smashed her hard against the floor, and flung her headfirst at the ceiling. Milaya crashed through the brittle construction with a yelp, and hung motionless for a few moments.
Elvor smiled, thinking that the fight was over. But his smile was wiped from his face and the demoness stole it. Milaya raised her arms and pulled herself down from her position, a wide, bloodthirsty smile on her face as she yanked a portion of metal beside her from the ceiling. Elvor couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him. The beast was ENJOYING this?!
She dropped down from the ceiling and threw her debris at Elvor. Elvor batted it aside with relative ease, but he knew why she'd thrown it at him. Hurriedly, he swung his left fist up, only to crash against the demoness' right. They glared at each other with uncontrolled fury, until a powerful discharge from their chi separated them.
Elvor tried to slow down, but the girl wouldn't let up, starting again with another flurry of punches, but this time they were so close that Elvor could barely dodge them all. Milaya smirked viciously at him, and Elvor cringed. With a leap of avoidance, Elvor jumped up to the rafter above. She glared up at him and then backflipped to the one in front of Elvor's girder easily.
'Damn,' Elvor thought furiously. He pulled forth his sword, still covered in dried up blood from the last battle. Milaya reached beside her and grabbed a metal rod, bringing it forth into a dueling stance with a cold smirk and two hollow eyes. The duo leapt into the air and met halfway, each striking with their weapon. Milaya expertly blocked the sword with her rod, while at the same time preventing the sword from cutting her weapon into harmless scrap.
They fell down, striking, parrying and dodging the other's blows like duelists who had known each other their entire lives. Once they landed, they jumped backwards. Then with another war cry, they resumed their battle, charging at one another. Elvor got the first blow in, his sword slicing down with vicious power and splitting the girl's rod in two.
Milaya still smiled eerily, and charged at Elvor, screaming. Elvor reared up for another downwards hack, and then the two met.
Vegeta sighed softly. It's been hours since his Uncle had left with Milaya, and he knew one thing for sure. Only one of the two would be returning safely. The other would be dead. But the question was; who would die, and who would live?
Vegeta however, knew the logical answer, but he didn't cry. He'd shed enough tears. Too much to be honest. He wouldn't cry any longer. "Prince Vegeta?" a voice said, and Vegeta turned around to face the Saiyan standing there. The Saiyan had a large spiked mass of hair that easily reached his knees, and he looked a little down. "Marshal Milaya just informed us that…" he seemed to hesitate, "…your Uncle has been killed during the last mission."
The prince didn't move, didn't flinch, didn't blink. He finally turned back to the window. "You're dismissed, Raditz," he said coldly, his voice empty. Raditz blinked in confusion, surprised at not seeing any tears, but left nonetheless. Vegeta kept staring through the window, his reflection going unnoticed. His eyes were hollow at first, but then, something was built around it to hide it from everyone.
"Life's a bitch…" he hissed coldly. "A bitch that bites…" He clenched his fists angrily.
"And from now on, I BITE BACK!!"
People screamed, and the Bringers Of Doom laughed their cold maniacal laughs, only this time, they were joined by another. Vegeta laughed coldly and fried another one of the aliens, watching how he exploded in a flurry of blood and bones.
Shots of plasma were shot their way, but a shield of some kind was protecting them from any harm. The five girls chuckled coldly as their eyes flashed to blood red briefly, before all six Saiyans began to fire colored beams of chi-energy at every alien they could see, making them all combust. Furious cries for help sounded across the planet, but it did nothing to drone out that hideous laughter.
Milaya smirked coldly and finally raised both arms to the skies, as energy centered on her, and combusted out, hurting all but her own group. Explosions erupted all over the planet, destroying the entire surface within seconds flat, and the last the inhabitants heard was that heartless laughter, echoing everywhere they looked or went.
They stood amongst the wreckage of the planet, smirking wickedly. "Zat waz fun! Moi t'inks we zhould do zat again!" the blonde of the team said with her normal voice, aquamarine eyes sparking with cold amusement. The auburn haired one chuckled and said: "God, I hope Frieza can give us another planet like this." The orange haired girl laughed with her hand before her mouth, saying: "This was too much fun to do in just one day!"
Milaya had one hand on her hip, and her eyes closed while a satisfied smirk graced her face. Vegeta was facing away from her, seemingly unaffected by what he saw before him. In truth, he was repulsed by it. He was also repulsed by the fact that he was now forced to constantly fight with Milaya and her little gang. Suddenly…
"You're starting to learn," a hoarse voice said, and everyone turned to Milaya in shock. Milaya hardly said more than one word, so this was something completely new.
She opened her eyes and smirked coldly at Vegeta. "Keep up that attitude, and you'd be a perfect mercenary." The red haired girl smirked too and said: "True. Though not as perfect as you are." The blonde violently shook her head and said: "Au grand jamais!! Maréchal Milaya est beaucoup de rugueuse! Vegeta est tant enfantin!!"
She should be glad Vegeta couldn't understand her or she'd have been dead.
However, Milaya did understand her, and she smirked a bloodthirsty smirk, although it wasn't really aimed at anyone. "Let's go," she finally said, and they headed back toward their pods. Vegeta was still having his murderous thoughts, but this time about someone else. But you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at his face.
'One of these days, Milaya, one of these days I'll kill you like you killed my Uncle.'
Milaya calmly stalked into the room, and once the door closed and locked behind her…
"How'd it go?" a disinterested voice asked. "WHY THE BLOODY HELL DO I HAVE TA BE STUCK WITH THA GOOD FER NOTHIN' BRAT!?!?!" Milaya screamed at the top of her lungs, but it didn't affect the scientist at all. "Patience girl. Patience," he said, not looking up from the microscope. "I'VE BEEN PATIENT FER LONG 'NOUGH!!!" Milaya continued to scream waving her hands about above her head, stomping through the room toward the scientist. "WHEN'S THA THIN' GONNA BE FINISHED ALREADY?!?!?" she demanded.
With a sigh, the blonde haired and black eyed scientist looked at her. "Milaya, you must be patient. Frieza mustn't suspect that we're using his equipment for Gero's and my own experiments. Speaking of which, did you find some 'volunteers' for Gero?" Perco asked. Milaya rubbed her temples for awhile with her eyes closed, trying to calm herself, and then rubbed her eyes with her index finger and thumb.
"I told Pacara and Zaloya ta ge' them here," she mumbled, and just then, the door swung open. The auburn haired girl and blonde girl of her team walked inside, each carrying a bag large enough to fit a human in it over their shoulder. "Put them over there, girls," Milaya mumbled, pointing to a nearby machine. The other girls then left calmly.
"These are their ID-cards," Milaya muttered, tossing Perco two cards. "Nina and Rae Shiva… hmmm… they're twins but look nothing alike," Perco murmured, studying the pictures calmly. "Don't care," Milaya said. "I need a break!"
Perco shook his head and pressed a button. A strange pod opened and Milaya turned to it. "Go on ahead, I'm not stopping you," Perco said, turning back to the microscope. Milaya snorted, pulled off her armor, and sat down in the pod, which closed the second her eyes did.