Saiyan Visions & Adventures: Saiyan Feminine
By Moonraker One
CHAPTER EIGHT – The Invincible, Unstoppable Kakaritta
It was about this time that Kakaritta was discovering the positive aspects of being the World Martial Arts Champion; she was being treated to a massive dinner by a hundred of her closest-and newest-fans. It was an event that was big on the evening news, as well as all over the planet. Today was the first time in almost ten years that the world championship had changed. Why did the world consider it a loss of Hercule even though it wasn't the official World Martial Arts Tournament? Simple. Everyone believed that no matter what the tournament rules were, he was unstoppable. When she knocked him unconscious with only a microscopic bit of effort, it was enormous. Everyone considered her to be the new, true champion. All she needed now was the official belt.
But for right now, she was eating her meal while dealing with reporters.
"Kakaritta," one reporter said. "Is it true that you indeed defeated Hercule without cheating in any way?"
She finished what was in her mouth, and spoke. "What? You think that I would cheat? I don't need to cheat to defeat that moron, Hercule Satan!"
Such a statement was only part of what the reporters were going nuts over. They also liked the fact that she ate like she did. She was currently on her fiftieth plate of food, with no signs of stopping yet.
"Kakaritta," another reporter said. "Why do you eat so much? And how are you able to eat this much food?"
She looked him in the eye. "I'm a Saiyan," she replied, "and all Saiyans eat this way."
As she shoveled food into her mouth, and signaled for the waiter to bring more, she thought to herself just how marvelous it felt to have some serious fans for once. It was a feeling that she had never felt. She'd never known what it felt like to have people you don't know cheer you on, and the sensation that people considered her their idol, it just made her day.
Her meal was delicious. Alas, it had come to an end, as she felt herself being full. She handed the money to the waiter, and flew out the door at top speed. Her next stop was to the clothing store that she always went to. She decided that it was time for her to get some variety in her wardrobe, now that she was a star. She didn't want anything too fancy; she just decided on a martial artist's GI that was a different color scheme, maybe blue and white. She knew that blue and white was the style of elder gods' clothing, so maybe if she showed up at a tournament, it would make her seem even more foreboding.
Even though she was a Saiyan, she still was pretty good at shopping. She flew for a few minutes until the shop that she always went to was in the area. Then, she entered the store; the man behind the counter recognized her immediately.
"Hey!" He declared. "You're that Kakaritta woman that defeated the world martial arts champion! What do you want do buy at my humble store?"
She smiled. "I want a normal martial artist's GI, I just want it in different colors. Preferably blue and white."
He scratched his head. "Blue and white, huh? I know! We've got some of those in the back!"
This man is amazing! She thought. Is there an article of clothing that he doesn't have?!
He led her into the back of the store, where there was much of the clothing for fighters; his store was one where many of the tournament goers shopped. He pulled out his ruler, and measured her figure, then went to the racks and picked out something that matched her figure.
"Here you go, ma'am," he said, handing it to her. "I hope this suits you well."
She went into the fitting room and tried it on; it was perfectly what she wanted. She was so impressed that she bought two others just like it, only with different colors. After putting it in a bag, and leaving the store, she came across a robbery.
Don't these humans ever learn to not fight each other? She thought, running over.
"Oh cheez!" Said one of the gangsters. "It's that woman from the tournament! Run!"
Within less than a minute, they were running away. She noticed something weird about that moment, mainly in the form of what she was thinking.
They're running! I have to go and kill them! They must die! She thought. Then she slapped herself. What the hell am I saying? Why am I thinking these evil thoughts? At the tournament, I wanted to kill every one of them! Why am I getting this bloodthirsty all of a sudden?
She wanted answers. She didn't know why, or how, but somehow she was growing evil. How could she be evil?! There was no evil in Goku for her to receive…or was there?