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**Knights in Sayin Armor!! We Must Rescue the Princess!!**
The Sayins disembarked onto the yellow-skied planet, most indifferent to the incredible structures and flying cars around them. The group of fifteen in total lined up by rank, Cole's team bringing up the rear. Bardock, however, refused to set foot on the planet.
"I'm getting sick of your belly-aching, Bardock," warned Cole. "Give me one good reason why you shouldn't get out?"
"This suit makes me look fat," he said dryly.
His teammates face-vaulted. "Tell you what," said Cole, "if you put up with this mission, I'll buy you dinner when we get home."
There was a *whoosh*, and Bardock was outside before them, holding a lacy face and fluttering his false eyelashes. "Last Sayin in line is a hybrid," he called, needlessly heightening his voice.
Zucina took the challenge and ran. Cole laughed. "Mention food, and he's off like a bullet! Whadda guy!"
Tora tapped Cole's shoulder, and made his best girl impression. "Are you going to buy me dinner, too?"
Cole pushed Tora's nose. "Don't push it, my pretty lass!"
The grand palace was an enormous triangle-shaped structure made of green glass and black metals. Flying cars whizzed by, and the men noticed shapely figures waving at them from various windows. "Can't wait to see what these beauties look like," commented Paragus to another upper-classman.
A group of what must have been Amazonians met them in the palace's hall entrance. What a sight they were! Each stood no higher then four feet tall, and each resembled a hairless, blue-skinned gorilla! Each wore green skin-tight clothing and brown boots over their bulging, masculine muscles. The woman in the front, a particularly ugly creature with golden necklaces and wristbands, bowed deeply to the king. "You are His Royal Highness, King Vegeta, no?" she asked, in a baritone voice. "I am Artima, High Council to Empress Cleo."
The king bowed back, but straightened up quickly. "I noticed many women preparing for battle. Is something wrong?"
"You may speak with the queen. She will decide on whether or not to say." The women turned sharply of their heels in perfect unison, and marched into the palace.
The king beckoned his subjects over. "Man," Tora whispered to Bardock, "if that is what all the girls look like, I'm glad we are dressed like *women*! Look!" One Amazonian pinched Paragus' rear, much to his displeasure (but not Zucina's!).
The floral decorated throne room reminded Bardock strongly of a greenhouse. Several small Amazonians assembled in perfect formation . . . in front of a woman who could surly have been King Kong's sister!! Nearly twice the size of her fellow Amazonians, Empress Cleo towered over the small army before her. She was bedecked in long, flowing robes of green silk, and wore large amounts of gold jewelry. Her eyes snapped up at the Sayins' entrance, small and beady, making her look more menacing.
Even King Vegeta was noticeably caught off guard! Tora slumped over, jaw on the floor, speechless for the first time ever. Cole, another joker himself, could not keep a straight face for the life of him. He turned around (so as not to offend Her Majesty), crinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out. "EWWWW!!!!" he whispered, nasaling his voice.
"Wait a moment, General Rami," Empress Cleo said to one of the female warriors. She extended her hand in greeting to King Vegeta. "Welcome, Vegeta-sama! I have heard so much about you."
"And I about you," muttered King Vegeta as Cleo shook his forearm. "Please, I'd like you to meet my mate, Recely, my High Commander Nappa, and many other members of my esteem court."
"So pleased to meet you," said Cleo in a deep, whirring voice. "I am afraid the negotiations could not have come at a worse time. My dear daughter Calliope has been kidnapped! I was just about to send out a rescue party for her."
"Whom has captured the princess?"
Empress Cleo growled, scaring a couple of the Sayins. "The horrible Catrl leader and his men! he demanded I submit myself with Lord Krang, or else she dies! HA! I only serve my people! I only plan to ally with Lord Freiza for his galactic protection and trade."
"Please, Cleo-sama, allow a small squad of Sayins to recover the princess, and spare your me - uh - warriors the trouble."
General Rami glared at the Sayins. "The empress is far too proud!"
Cleo rose to her full and considerable height. "I am the ruler of a militant race myself, Vegeta. I take offense to such a statement!"
Nappa's knees shook, but he was fully confident his king would mend the situation.
"We meant no insult, Cleo, merely a demonstration of the protection you shall receive once you have allied yourself with Lord Freiza."
"Very well then. Send some of your soldiers, and I shall prepare a banquet for the rest."
Bardock's ears perked up at the word 'banquet,' but cursed when the king sent him and his teammates off to rescue the princess. Cole gave the names of his team (Captain Cole, Zucina, Tora, and Kakkara), and received directions to the Catrl camp ground. "Why do WE have to do the grunt work," whined Bardock as the group made their way through the jungle. "I wanted to eat!"
"Gimme a break," said Tora. "You eat more often then any other Sayin I know!"
"It helps to keep up strength!"
Cole, making his way ahead of them, laughed. "If that really worked, you'd be stronger then Freiza himself!!" The rest of them laughed, except for Zucina, who was looking very angry. "S'matter, Zuni-chan," asked Tora.
"Barking mad! The lot of them!!"
"???"
Zucina shuttered. "One of the warrior women made a pass at me!!"
Tora and Bardock blinked, turned to each other, then started laughing hysterically. "Its not funny," screamed Zucina at them.
"You're right," laughed Bardock. "Its fuckin' hilarious!!"
"Maybe you should take beauty lessons from Empress Cleo," hooted Tora. "At least then you could be more feminine!"
Zucina took incredible offense. She stormed past the two to walk beside Cole. "Don't mind them, Zuni-chan," said Cole. "They're only teasing."
The girl replied something softly to Cole, causing his face to turn gray. Zucina sped up, to vent out her frustrations elsewhere.
"Wha'd she say," asked Bardock.
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because this story is only rated PG!"
"Tell us during the commercials!"
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He did. And the boys wished he had not!
The Catrl camp took up at least an acre of land in a clearing of the jungle. Located only one hundred miles from the Amazonian capital, the large, humanoid-feline creatures cut no expense. on making their presense known. Several tents lined the jungle floor, along with presently lit torch staffs and campfires. Large flags flew atop the tents, while a quicksand moat served as a sort of border. Still, with all of the flambouance, not a single alien could be seen.
The group of four entered the area with extreme caution, hopping over the bog and remaining silent, ears open for any sound. Cole signalled Tora to check ahead. The tall Sayin checked and reported nothing.
"Just be ready for anything," whispered Cole to the two boys, who nodded.
Of course, Zucina had wandered off on her own, and screamed "OY!!! WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU!?!?!?"
The boys jumped a mile into the air in surprise. A vein pulsed in Cole's temple. "THANKS, ZUCINA!! I may NEVER have the hiccups AGAIN!!!"
Bardock, trying to stay cool, scanned the area. Several pairs of green eyes glowed in the brush. Look out, he said calmly in another language, so as not to alert the Catrl, only his teammates. The plan failed, the fire somehow ceased, and the Catrl pounced.
After much grunting and groaning, the torches were relit, only to reveal the Sayins standing among the unconcious Catrl army. "Well," said Tora plesently, "that wasn't so hard!"
"You don't think so?" The voice came from the behind a large campfire. On the side opposite the Sayins, a tall, lean, hansome Catrl with blue fur and navy hair stood in regal red robes. In his claws he clutched a small, and ironically pretty, young Amazonian girl. Behind them both stood half a dozen large, and strong Catrl of various colors. The lead Catrl laughed. "You four believed my purrrrfect warrrrrriorrrrs 'easy'? I doubt you will be boasting once I cut the prrrrrincess' throat open. The Emprrrrress was told to come alone." The girl squirmed in fear.
"We have come to take back the princess," yelled Cole. "Hand her over, unless you wish to join your friends!"
"Frrrriends," the Catrl purred in mock shock. "I am Sayami, rrrrruler of the Catrrl. I am no mere soldierrrr."
Bardock tapped Cole's shoulder and winkede. He had a plan. He batted his false eyelashes and giggled like a stereo-typical girl. "And to think, fellow Sayins, that we, of the lowest class, frightened the ruler of the Catrl!"
The statement held the desired affect. The Catrl behind Sayami whispered "The infamous Sayins?" "I hearrrr they'rre blood-thirsty!" "The king may not be too farrr away!" Sayami growled. "How darrre you accuse ME of terrorrrr, you filthy Frrrreiza lackies!"
Zucina, following Bardock's lead, giggled also. "Oh, only a coward would harm an innocent girl without a fair fight! Even against a group of women, shaking to their knickers!"
"And what do you prrropose?"
"Simply this," said Bardock, stepping in front of the group. "Three of your fighters against three of ours. Winner of two out of three gets the girl and the Amazonians for their respective warlord."
"But I have the barrrrgaining tool," popinted out Sayami. "So, how about this: Same stakes, except I get the surrvivorrrs of the matches as my perrrsonal surrrrrvents?"
"Okay, cuz we'll win," shout Tora.
His teammates jumped on him, but the damage was done. Sayami ordered the area cleared for the battle, and the Sayins moved to the edge of the field. "Baka," rasped Cole. "Why'd you put OUR necks on the line!? Now the furball knows he has the upper-hand!!!"
"Hey, I thought it'd make it more interesting! Now, who's going first."
All three pointed to him. A sweat drop dripped down the back of Tora's head. "Fine! No biggie!"
Tora stepped forward onto the field as a female, gorgeous Catrl also stepped up. She had white fur, golden hair, and a long red dress. "Good luck, Sayin girl. I am Purrrrsia." She barred her teeth, revealing needle-sharp fangs.
Tora gulped.
"Begin," yelled Sayami.
Tora jumped as Purrsia swiped at his legs. He ducked, dodged left, right, left, down, left, right, up, as the girl continued her onslaught. She hissed and tried to pounce him. Tora grabbed her arm and flipped her over his head. She landed on her feet (big surprise! ^_^), and charged again. Tora batted her arms away, and kneed her in the stomach. She gasped for breath, but recovered quickly, managing to scratch Tora's armor.
Tora hated fighting a girl, so he tried to outsmart her. He figured, if she got tired, she'd give up.
Cole noticed this, and decided to cancel this notion. "Watch out for the poison claws," he shouted at Tora.
Tora's face turned white. "P-poison," he squeaked.
Purrsia swiped again, and Tora took off like a bullet from a gun. He headed for the outskirts of the camp, Purrsia at his heels. He leaped into a tree, and Purrsia landed in the quicksand. She screamed in terror.
Tora jumped down, cheering for himself. "I win! I win!"
Bardock, feeling sorry for the girl, climbed the tree unnoticed and reached down to save her. "Take my hand," he called.
She smiled gratefully and took it. Bardock lifted her with ease and set her on the branch. "Your claws aren't really poison, ne," he asked.
"Of courrse no," she purred. Purrsia hugged the boy. "You saved me!! You saved me!! Thank you, mighty warrior!"
"Uh, yeah. Just don't tell my captain."
"Say, you'rrrre not rrrreally a girrrl, are you?"
Bardock felt his head in horror and realized his wig had fallen into the sand. "SHIMATA!!!!"
"Don' worrrrry. Sayami-sama won't carrrrre."
"Cole will, though," he said to himself. "I'm in deep shit!"
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Sup! Cole here!
Zucina's up next against the biggest looking Catrl they have! He has blood in mind, but then again, so does Zuni-chan. *sweatdrop* The battle is too gruesome for my taste, but Zucina just won't quit! Stupid, arrogant girl!!
Next time on DragonballBC: Zucina's Pride; Bardock's Anger
Fun Fact - Anyone notice the name "Lord Krang"? Yes, I'm referring to the brain-guy from the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (in anyone is old enough to remember that show). And yes, the TMNT will crossover with the Sayins, but in a future fic. Not in DBBC, but in DBE, which I plan to make later.
**Knights in Sayin Armor!! We Must Rescue the Princess!!**
The Sayins disembarked onto the yellow-skied planet, most indifferent to the incredible structures and flying cars around them. The group of fifteen in total lined up by rank, Cole's team bringing up the rear. Bardock, however, refused to set foot on the planet.
"I'm getting sick of your belly-aching, Bardock," warned Cole. "Give me one good reason why you shouldn't get out?"
"This suit makes me look fat," he said dryly.
His teammates face-vaulted. "Tell you what," said Cole, "if you put up with this mission, I'll buy you dinner when we get home."
There was a *whoosh*, and Bardock was outside before them, holding a lacy face and fluttering his false eyelashes. "Last Sayin in line is a hybrid," he called, needlessly heightening his voice.
Zucina took the challenge and ran. Cole laughed. "Mention food, and he's off like a bullet! Whadda guy!"
Tora tapped Cole's shoulder, and made his best girl impression. "Are you going to buy me dinner, too?"
Cole pushed Tora's nose. "Don't push it, my pretty lass!"
The grand palace was an enormous triangle-shaped structure made of green glass and black metals. Flying cars whizzed by, and the men noticed shapely figures waving at them from various windows. "Can't wait to see what these beauties look like," commented Paragus to another upper-classman.
A group of what must have been Amazonians met them in the palace's hall entrance. What a sight they were! Each stood no higher then four feet tall, and each resembled a hairless, blue-skinned gorilla! Each wore green skin-tight clothing and brown boots over their bulging, masculine muscles. The woman in the front, a particularly ugly creature with golden necklaces and wristbands, bowed deeply to the king. "You are His Royal Highness, King Vegeta, no?" she asked, in a baritone voice. "I am Artima, High Council to Empress Cleo."
The king bowed back, but straightened up quickly. "I noticed many women preparing for battle. Is something wrong?"
"You may speak with the queen. She will decide on whether or not to say." The women turned sharply of their heels in perfect unison, and marched into the palace.
The king beckoned his subjects over. "Man," Tora whispered to Bardock, "if that is what all the girls look like, I'm glad we are dressed like *women*! Look!" One Amazonian pinched Paragus' rear, much to his displeasure (but not Zucina's!).
The floral decorated throne room reminded Bardock strongly of a greenhouse. Several small Amazonians assembled in perfect formation . . . in front of a woman who could surly have been King Kong's sister!! Nearly twice the size of her fellow Amazonians, Empress Cleo towered over the small army before her. She was bedecked in long, flowing robes of green silk, and wore large amounts of gold jewelry. Her eyes snapped up at the Sayins' entrance, small and beady, making her look more menacing.
Even King Vegeta was noticeably caught off guard! Tora slumped over, jaw on the floor, speechless for the first time ever. Cole, another joker himself, could not keep a straight face for the life of him. He turned around (so as not to offend Her Majesty), crinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out. "EWWWW!!!!" he whispered, nasaling his voice.
"Wait a moment, General Rami," Empress Cleo said to one of the female warriors. She extended her hand in greeting to King Vegeta. "Welcome, Vegeta-sama! I have heard so much about you."
"And I about you," muttered King Vegeta as Cleo shook his forearm. "Please, I'd like you to meet my mate, Recely, my High Commander Nappa, and many other members of my esteem court."
"So pleased to meet you," said Cleo in a deep, whirring voice. "I am afraid the negotiations could not have come at a worse time. My dear daughter Calliope has been kidnapped! I was just about to send out a rescue party for her."
"Whom has captured the princess?"
Empress Cleo growled, scaring a couple of the Sayins. "The horrible Catrl leader and his men! he demanded I submit myself with Lord Krang, or else she dies! HA! I only serve my people! I only plan to ally with Lord Freiza for his galactic protection and trade."
"Please, Cleo-sama, allow a small squad of Sayins to recover the princess, and spare your me - uh - warriors the trouble."
General Rami glared at the Sayins. "The empress is far too proud!"
Cleo rose to her full and considerable height. "I am the ruler of a militant race myself, Vegeta. I take offense to such a statement!"
Nappa's knees shook, but he was fully confident his king would mend the situation.
"We meant no insult, Cleo, merely a demonstration of the protection you shall receive once you have allied yourself with Lord Freiza."
"Very well then. Send some of your soldiers, and I shall prepare a banquet for the rest."
Bardock's ears perked up at the word 'banquet,' but cursed when the king sent him and his teammates off to rescue the princess. Cole gave the names of his team (Captain Cole, Zucina, Tora, and Kakkara), and received directions to the Catrl camp ground. "Why do WE have to do the grunt work," whined Bardock as the group made their way through the jungle. "I wanted to eat!"
"Gimme a break," said Tora. "You eat more often then any other Sayin I know!"
"It helps to keep up strength!"
Cole, making his way ahead of them, laughed. "If that really worked, you'd be stronger then Freiza himself!!" The rest of them laughed, except for Zucina, who was looking very angry. "S'matter, Zuni-chan," asked Tora.
"Barking mad! The lot of them!!"
"???"
Zucina shuttered. "One of the warrior women made a pass at me!!"
Tora and Bardock blinked, turned to each other, then started laughing hysterically. "Its not funny," screamed Zucina at them.
"You're right," laughed Bardock. "Its fuckin' hilarious!!"
"Maybe you should take beauty lessons from Empress Cleo," hooted Tora. "At least then you could be more feminine!"
Zucina took incredible offense. She stormed past the two to walk beside Cole. "Don't mind them, Zuni-chan," said Cole. "They're only teasing."
The girl replied something softly to Cole, causing his face to turn gray. Zucina sped up, to vent out her frustrations elsewhere.
"Wha'd she say," asked Bardock.
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because this story is only rated PG!"
"Tell us during the commercials!"
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He did. And the boys wished he had not!
The Catrl camp took up at least an acre of land in a clearing of the jungle. Located only one hundred miles from the Amazonian capital, the large, humanoid-feline creatures cut no expense. on making their presense known. Several tents lined the jungle floor, along with presently lit torch staffs and campfires. Large flags flew atop the tents, while a quicksand moat served as a sort of border. Still, with all of the flambouance, not a single alien could be seen.
The group of four entered the area with extreme caution, hopping over the bog and remaining silent, ears open for any sound. Cole signalled Tora to check ahead. The tall Sayin checked and reported nothing.
"Just be ready for anything," whispered Cole to the two boys, who nodded.
Of course, Zucina had wandered off on her own, and screamed "OY!!! WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU!?!?!?"
The boys jumped a mile into the air in surprise. A vein pulsed in Cole's temple. "THANKS, ZUCINA!! I may NEVER have the hiccups AGAIN!!!"
Bardock, trying to stay cool, scanned the area. Several pairs of green eyes glowed in the brush. Look out, he said calmly in another language, so as not to alert the Catrl, only his teammates. The plan failed, the fire somehow ceased, and the Catrl pounced.
After much grunting and groaning, the torches were relit, only to reveal the Sayins standing among the unconcious Catrl army. "Well," said Tora plesently, "that wasn't so hard!"
"You don't think so?" The voice came from the behind a large campfire. On the side opposite the Sayins, a tall, lean, hansome Catrl with blue fur and navy hair stood in regal red robes. In his claws he clutched a small, and ironically pretty, young Amazonian girl. Behind them both stood half a dozen large, and strong Catrl of various colors. The lead Catrl laughed. "You four believed my purrrrfect warrrrrriorrrrs 'easy'? I doubt you will be boasting once I cut the prrrrrincess' throat open. The Emprrrrress was told to come alone." The girl squirmed in fear.
"We have come to take back the princess," yelled Cole. "Hand her over, unless you wish to join your friends!"
"Frrrriends," the Catrl purred in mock shock. "I am Sayami, rrrrruler of the Catrrl. I am no mere soldierrrr."
Bardock tapped Cole's shoulder and winkede. He had a plan. He batted his false eyelashes and giggled like a stereo-typical girl. "And to think, fellow Sayins, that we, of the lowest class, frightened the ruler of the Catrl!"
The statement held the desired affect. The Catrl behind Sayami whispered "The infamous Sayins?" "I hearrrr they'rre blood-thirsty!" "The king may not be too farrr away!" Sayami growled. "How darrre you accuse ME of terrorrrr, you filthy Frrrreiza lackies!"
Zucina, following Bardock's lead, giggled also. "Oh, only a coward would harm an innocent girl without a fair fight! Even against a group of women, shaking to their knickers!"
"And what do you prrropose?"
"Simply this," said Bardock, stepping in front of the group. "Three of your fighters against three of ours. Winner of two out of three gets the girl and the Amazonians for their respective warlord."
"But I have the barrrrgaining tool," popinted out Sayami. "So, how about this: Same stakes, except I get the surrvivorrrs of the matches as my perrrsonal surrrrrvents?"
"Okay, cuz we'll win," shout Tora.
His teammates jumped on him, but the damage was done. Sayami ordered the area cleared for the battle, and the Sayins moved to the edge of the field. "Baka," rasped Cole. "Why'd you put OUR necks on the line!? Now the furball knows he has the upper-hand!!!"
"Hey, I thought it'd make it more interesting! Now, who's going first."
All three pointed to him. A sweat drop dripped down the back of Tora's head. "Fine! No biggie!"
Tora stepped forward onto the field as a female, gorgeous Catrl also stepped up. She had white fur, golden hair, and a long red dress. "Good luck, Sayin girl. I am Purrrrsia." She barred her teeth, revealing needle-sharp fangs.
Tora gulped.
"Begin," yelled Sayami.
Tora jumped as Purrsia swiped at his legs. He ducked, dodged left, right, left, down, left, right, up, as the girl continued her onslaught. She hissed and tried to pounce him. Tora grabbed her arm and flipped her over his head. She landed on her feet (big surprise! ^_^), and charged again. Tora batted her arms away, and kneed her in the stomach. She gasped for breath, but recovered quickly, managing to scratch Tora's armor.
Tora hated fighting a girl, so he tried to outsmart her. He figured, if she got tired, she'd give up.
Cole noticed this, and decided to cancel this notion. "Watch out for the poison claws," he shouted at Tora.
Tora's face turned white. "P-poison," he squeaked.
Purrsia swiped again, and Tora took off like a bullet from a gun. He headed for the outskirts of the camp, Purrsia at his heels. He leaped into a tree, and Purrsia landed in the quicksand. She screamed in terror.
Tora jumped down, cheering for himself. "I win! I win!"
Bardock, feeling sorry for the girl, climbed the tree unnoticed and reached down to save her. "Take my hand," he called.
She smiled gratefully and took it. Bardock lifted her with ease and set her on the branch. "Your claws aren't really poison, ne," he asked.
"Of courrse no," she purred. Purrsia hugged the boy. "You saved me!! You saved me!! Thank you, mighty warrior!"
"Uh, yeah. Just don't tell my captain."
"Say, you'rrrre not rrrreally a girrrl, are you?"
Bardock felt his head in horror and realized his wig had fallen into the sand. "SHIMATA!!!!"
"Don' worrrrry. Sayami-sama won't carrrrre."
"Cole will, though," he said to himself. "I'm in deep shit!"
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Sup! Cole here!
Zucina's up next against the biggest looking Catrl they have! He has blood in mind, but then again, so does Zuni-chan. *sweatdrop* The battle is too gruesome for my taste, but Zucina just won't quit! Stupid, arrogant girl!!
Next time on DragonballBC: Zucina's Pride; Bardock's Anger
Fun Fact - Anyone notice the name "Lord Krang"? Yes, I'm referring to the brain-guy from the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (in anyone is old enough to remember that show). And yes, the TMNT will crossover with the Sayins, but in a future fic. Not in DBBC, but in DBE, which I plan to make later.