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"Ok, we attack at dawn." Vegeta turned and strode off in search of some shelter from the brutal sun.
"Why wait? Don't we have a time limit? I think I speak for all of us when I say that we don't want to get another beating," Horny managed to say. It wasn't unusual for other warriors on Vegeta's team to be frightened of him. After all, he was Frieza's pet and had murdered billion's of people in one quick motion.
"No, Frieza himself contacted the king here, and he refused to surrender. Naturally, the military raised security levels to maximum strength. This was over four months ago. Now, they think that we're never coming, so we show up while security is down."
"But why wait till dawn?"
"You retard. In case someone picked us up on radar, which is highly unlikely, if we wait then they'll just assume that it was a meteor shower or something. Hit 'em when they least expect it."
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By the time a decent camp was set up, night had swallowed up the land. Mitsuko commenced the chow down with a scrumptious, mouth watering, succulent…bag of fruit snacks. "This sucks. I don't need these fattening little things; I'm big enough as it is. And, I don't know about you, but I don't enjoy fruity-goodness that possess the shape of mini Friezas," she complained.
Raditz just stared. "Mitsuko…you're 5'5, and you only weigh about 110 pounds. And I'm sure I've added a few extra digits…" he added sarcastically. Other guys in the group started to laugh.
"Go. To. Hell." Mitsuko said through gritted teeth. "Hey…how do you know my weight?" She noticed Vegeta attempting to sneak away, but she pounces on him before he had gone a few yards.
"Uncle! Uncle! God, that hurts, Mits! Get off me, damn it!" Mits stood up, satisfied with herself.
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"What the hell?!" "Get off me!" "Shut up, you moron!"
Vegeta crawled out of his tent, only to find the shrieking and yelling to be louder. A tall man, with the same coloring as Vegeta only with long, pointy ears emerged from the tent next in the row. "They're fighting again. Which idiot had them bunk in together?"
The man chuckled to himself. His name was Mrodi, and if Vegeta wasn't mistaken, this was his first purging mission. "Well, Raditz 'accidentally' burnt Zavion's tent down, and Zavion 'accidentally' threw Raditz's tent into the river over there," Mrodi pointed towards a clearing in the thicket behind Vegeta. "The river, incidentally goes over a 700 foot cliff and, yes, many jagged rocks are at the bottom. That's the extra tent, and they have to sleep in it. But, as you can see, they're not sleeping."
"Let me guess. They figure if they can't sleep, no one can?" Vegeta yawned
"You got it."
"Shut up, Horny! This is my side of the tent, so you stay on your side!" Raditz stopped hollering, and from what his shadow revealed, he bent over and drew a line across the floor.
"For the last time, my name is Zavion!" He paused and looked down, then broke into a loud laughter. "Hey, Num-nuts…My side has the door! I guess you're stuck in here!"
Mitsuko, who hadn't gotten more than twenty minutes of sleep, tops, walked over to the tent causing all of the commotion, and forcefully kicked the support stakes. The tent immediately fell over Zavion and Raditz's head. They pulled back the material, only to be greeted to about 30 grumbly, yawning faces.
"…Did we wake you?"
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"Ok men. Do you know your target?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Describe her to me."
"5'5, female Saiyan, weighing approximately 110 pounds. Brown hair, pale skin. Answers to the name 'Mitsuko'."
"Good. Come back alive, mission accomplished, and you shall be rewarded. Don't forget…pull the troops out of there the instant she stops breathing."
"Sir, yes, Sir!"
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"Alright, don't be afraid to fight dirty. There are thirty of us, and a couple thousand of them." Vegeta paced back and forth, giving a last minute prep talk to his team. "You see those guys coming at us at nearly 100 miles per hour? They are the enemy. Destroy as many of them as possible, or it is you who will fall. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
The facial expressions of the Nos were visible. That's how close they were. A small group of them, maybe 20 at the most, were wearing unusually large grins.
Vegeta charged into the eye of the storm, leading his men into battle. At the exact instant of contact, throats were slit, guts were slit open, and random warriors intestines wee spilled onto the warm, dusty ground.
Vegeta turned, blocking a roundhouse kick aimed to his head, and threw the poor unsuspecting fool over his shoulder. He looked up just in time to see Mrodi clutch his stomach in his hands, literally, as blood gushed in between his fingers. He fell to the ground, lifeless.
~Something isn't right…Oh, no…~ "Has any one seen Mitsuko?!"
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Mits flew with great speed. It was really a shame that her pursuers were about twice as fast. The group of 20 had caught up on her in an instant, and a few of them were even trying to cut her off. Before she could devise a plan legitimate enough to escape death, she was surrounded in a complete circle.
"I assume you guys are working for Frieza and his cousin?" *Well, duh. Why waste all of that time when you could kill some one stronger or weaker? Why not kill Raditz…that guy really bugs me…*
"You assumed correctly, little girl. Now its time to die." Immediately, all 20 of them were on her, some using weapons, others powers, and whoever was left just used their own brute strength. Men were biting her, trying to set her clothes and hair on fire, and others were stabbing her with daggers. Four of them were holding her to the ground, and Mitsuko could hardly breathe, let alone fight back. Then it hit her, like the hot lead that was imbedded in her chest. She was going to die.
With one final cry of pain, she screamed the name of the man she loved…
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"Mitsuko? Mitsuko? Where are you?"
A short, plump man raised an orange arm, obviously not belonging to him, over his head so it pointed in a specific direction. "I think she went that way," he called up.
"VEGETA!!!"
That voice…it echoed above all other noises. It was Mitsuko. And she was in immense pain. Vegeta flew faster. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being tailed, only to see the Nos holding up the white flag and retreating. In an instant, they were all gone. Bodies were scattered in various places all around Frieza's men. They were rejoicing. As much as Vegeta would have liked to join them, he kept heading forward, until he spotted the pool of blood. Mitsuko was drowning in the middle of it.
He ran to her and scooped her up in his arms. Barely able to open her eyes, Mitsuko looked up at him. "Vegeta…I should have told you…I knew I was going to die…"
"No…you're not. I won't let it. Mitsuko I-"
"Oh, Vegeta…he arranged this to kill me. His cousin is the king…"
"What? Who? Who's cousin? What are you talking about?"
"Run away, Darling. He'll kill you too…"
Vegeta shifted. Mitsuko could see the confusion in his eyes, just behind the tears. She felt heavy, and the both of them were drenched in blood. Their hair was matted against their foreheads, crimson liquid flowing freely over their bodies.
"I'll be back one day, Vegeta…I swear..." Her hand fell limp onto Vegeta's lap. Her skin began to pale, and Vegeta could feel her body temperature dropping ever so slowly.
He sat back on his heels and rocked Mitsuko's lifeless form back and forth, as a mother would an infant. The wall of tears in his eyes shattered, and blurred his vision.
"N-no…No. Mitsuko…"
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A/N- As I've said before, I don't like Mitsuko. So how was it? That's my first death scene and I suck at writing battles. I think it was a little rushed, but hey, would you rather wait another four months for this chapter? I didn't think so.