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"So, this is the place, huh? It doesn't look like I expected"
"Heh, what were you expecting? It looks exactly like the elders told us."
On a busy night street, couples pass by with arms interlocked and bodies side by side. Bright neon lights illuminate the street as if it were day. Trendy sports cars creep by in the night, driving just fast enough to move, but slow enough to be seen by everyone who turns their heads. One of the flashy sports cars pulls up along side the curb, the stereo thumping.
"Hey, you ladies wanna ride?" the man leers out the window as he speaks, with a sleazy grin on his face.
The two figures stop and turn towards the car. With quick glances at each other, they cautiously step closer. After a second glance at the group of people inside, and the one hanging out the window, the taller figure puts out an arm to stop her companion from going further. It didn't take long for the pieces to fit together into a disgusting picture.
"What? Are you . nuts???" asks one of the figures. The taller one has a sharp tongue and the attitude to back it up.
"What a deplorable example of the human race. I think perhaps you have the wrong idea, and the wrong people. Leave now or suffer the consequences."
Laughter and sounds of encouragement came from the back seat of the car. "It's a bluff!" "What a turn on!" The driver of the car turned to his buddies and grinned. After a moment he turned back to face the two figures standing near the edge of the sidewalk. The passenger door opened and allowed a tall, muscular man to emerge. He lumbered around the front of the car and staggered toward the two figures. Clearly intoxicated, they could see that he could be a problem if angered.
"You wanna try and take us by force?" The tall figure had a grin on her face that held an evil humor to it. "Don't say we didn't warn you."
The large man lumbered forward attempting to grab one of the two figures. The man was stopped by a foot, which had selectively found it's way top to a very vulnerable spot. The other figure resumed the regal stance of a few minutes earlier. With a smirk and a shrug of the shoulders, the tall figure looked back to the car. The figure took a few slow steps toward the car, and then in an instant, had the driver by the neck and was nearly pulling him out through the window.
The man's face began to change color as the blood ceased to flow to his head. Trying to cry out he only succeeds in letting out a breath full of air. His eyes roll back in his head and his body becomes limp in her hand.
"Stop it! Now! Are you trying to get us into trouble??" the other figure has stepped forward to place a hand on her companion's arm. Her eyes say more than words ever could.
The two stare at each other for a while, then the hand releases the man. He hangs on the door, unconscious. His friends quickly help him into the car and take off in a cloud of dust and screeching tires.
"Gomen, but he shouldn't have spoken to us that way! Especially you!" The girl looks at her companion with a mix of respect and anger.
"I know how you feel. You were just looking out for me, but we aren't on Mavirna-sei anymore. Things are different here . they don't know us from any other earthling."
"That's no excuse. I hope they don't all treat women like that, if they do . well, then I feel sorry for this race." She had an expression on her face, which was foreign to her companion. Deciding that the mood was a little too solemn, the shorter girl smiled and patted her friends back. "What am I going to do with you, huh?"
The two girls pull their cloaks back over their heads and continue on their way. From under the tall girl's cloak, the shape of a sword can be seen hanging from her hip. She has a cold stare that will prevent any attempts to come anywhere near them. She is tall and muscular, but not bulky. Her frame is supported by sleek muscle tone, which implies strength without losing her feminine shapeliness.
Her companion, who is a little shorter than her, has a long braid of which the tips show from under the hem of her cloak. A glint of light reflects off the jeweled circlet, which crowns her head. She is also strong, but looks deceptively weak. Due to her smaller frame, large muscles would not suit her. She walks with a regal stance, as if she were the ruler of the world. Her stance conveys respect and station, but without being overbearing and intimidating. Their cloaks hide their features well, their hoods keeping their faces concealed, yet allowing full range of vision.
"So, how do we find him?"
She is always so dependent on me to have the plans, the shorter girl comments to herself, while keeping her face hidden under the hood.
"I don't know, but I'm sure it won't be hard. If the one we're looking for is as strong as the elders have said, we should be able to locate him by his ki."
"I sense several strong ki's . all of which are nearby. Should we check them out?"
The other girl nods in agreement. The two take a turn down the next street to head in the direction of the ki's they've felt. Without noticing it, the girls have picked up a couple of followers. The taller girl notices they're weak, but dangerous, ki's and turns to face them. The street light nearby flickers, struggling to stay on.
"We've got company . stay behind me."
The tall girl, still cloaked, faces the followers in a fighting stance, ready for whatever they might try.
"Hey! This is our turf . if ya wanna cut through here ." the punk with an earring looks side to side at his friends, "it's gonna cost ya, hehehe."
The guy with the earring is directly in front of her, while each of his buddies have flanked to the right and left to cut off any escape.
"Pretty girls like you got more than money to offer a guy." He extends his hand to touch her, but before she can react, someone restrains the punk. The street light behind her isn't working and the one in front of her shadows the unknown person. With a speed that any normal person wouldn't have seen, the punk is thrown into a wall on the opposite side of the street. The guy hits hard enough to leave a crater in the wall.
Who can it be? Humans don't have that kind of strength.
As she ponders this new development, the other two guys have charged in the direction of the mysterious individual.
"What's going on? What were those guys?"
"Those were thieves most likely"
As their attention is drawn back to the fight occurring in front of them, they notice that another person has joined the fight against the thugs. The two are talking to each other as if they know each other.
"What the heck are you doing? Okaasan's going to be mad is she finds out I was in a fight again."
"So stay out of it. I can handle it fine on my own. Otousan always says I don't practice much, what better way than against real people?"
The girls watch as the two individuals effortlessly feint and block in the fight with the thieves, while carrying on a conversation as if nothing were happening.
"Whoever these guys are, they aren't human ." The tall girl makes the comment out loud, but in a voice that only her companion could hear.
"Uh-huh ." nodding her head in agreement. Still standing behind her tall companion, she has moved out to the side to get a better look.
When the thieves appear to be out of breath and worn out, the first person delivers one punch to the thug'' face and sends him flying into a pile of trash across the street. The other unknown person uses a sidekick to send the other thug flying into the wall, next to the guy with the earring.
Having been distracted by the fight, the tall girl tenses up again as the two people approach. Her right hand is on the hilt of her sword under her cloak, the other hand is holding the sheath, ready to draw if necessary. Her companion has also moved into a defensive crouch behind her.
"They don't look like they are very glad to that we're here."
"Obviously . keep your eyes open."
"Hai."
The two approach the cloaked figures, but stay far enough away so as not to instigate any defensive action from them. There is an awkward silence between the groups as they each look for weaknesses or threats from their opposites. They have stepped into the light enough to erase some of the shadows from their frames. The two young men stop several feet in front of the two girls. The boy in front is tall with straight purple hair that falls around his face just above his ears, wearing a Capsule Corp. logo on his T-shirt. The other boy is about the same height, wearing a white T- shirt and blue pants. His hair is black and rather unruly looking, sticking out in several different directions.
"Ummm, are you okay?"
The tall girl looks over her shoulder to her companion, who shrugs her shoulders.
"Fine." Her head only moves slightly. Between the cloaks and the faulty lighting, it is difficult to make out any details about the two travelers.
"Uh, you're not from around here, are you?"
The purple hairdo boy elbows the other boy, "well, duh . baka!"
Another simple head movement, "No, we're not."
Both boys are startled by her reply to the question.
"My name is Trunks, and this is my friend ."
". Goten"
The tall girl has removed her hand from her sword and is standing with her arms crossed over her chest. The other girl has moved to stand by her companion. The two of them glance at each other and nod. In unison they pull back their hoods to reveal their faces. With a quick shake of her head, the tall girl adjusts her hair. The other girl simply brushes a few stray hairs out of her face and smiles.
Trunks and Goten simply stare at the two of them. The tall girl has long, dark hair, which is restrained at the base of her neck. Her eyes are cold and fierce, but are a color you could lose yourself in, if you stared too long. She wears a collar around her neck with a crest in the middle of it. Her companion is of a slightly smaller build, with long black hair that is hastily restrained by a braid that reaches almost to her feet. She has a gold circlet on her forehead with a crest, similar to the one on her companion's neck and a small jewel hanging from the center.
"Goten?"
"Hn?"
"Don't they both look a little like Saiyajin?"
"Umm .. yeah, a little. But that's impossible, Vejitasei was destroyed and the only Saiyajin are Vejita-san and Otousan."
"Yeah, you're right, but ."
"What're ya staring at??" Asks the tall female. Her tone catches their attention, and they quickly turn to face her.
Trunks is intrigued by their appearance.
"What are your names?"
The tall girl with the cold eyes answers first.
"I am Kitane, and she ." gesturing behind herself, ". is Riaya. Arigatougozaimasu for your help. Now, we must be on our way."
With a quick wave, they turn to leave. As they walk away, Riaya turns her head to catch one more glimpse of these two strange boys.
Goten looks after them, silently pleading for them to come back.
"Wait! Where are you going? Maybe we can help you!"
Goten realizes that he just shouted to the girls. He glances over at Trunks, who is staring at him in disbelief.
"Well ... what was I supposed to do?"
Trunks smiles and shrugs. "Humph . I dunno, but that wasn't what I was expecting. Hey, why don't we follow them for awhile? Just to make sure they don't run into anymore trouble, ne?"
"Somehow I don't think they need any protection, but I am curious about who they are."
Trunks and Goten fly slow and keep their distance from the two girls. Although they are trying to be sneaky, their ki makes them obvious to Kitane, who notices it first.
She grins and looks over to her companion. "Heh, they're following us, Riaya. Now what?"
"We should've asked them some questions first, they might've been able to help us find the one we're looking for faster."
"It's not like we really need any help, right? Anyway, the larger ki concentration we noticed is coming from directly ahead of us."
The two pick up the pace by low-level flying through the back street and alleys.
"Aaaahhhh .. they can fly! These two definitely aren't your average Earthlings, if they're from Earth at all!"
Goten nods, and they also pick up there pace to match the mysterious girls.
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"So, this is the place, huh? It doesn't look like I expected"
"Heh, what were you expecting? It looks exactly like the elders told us."
On a busy night street, couples pass by with arms interlocked and bodies side by side. Bright neon lights illuminate the street as if it were day. Trendy sports cars creep by in the night, driving just fast enough to move, but slow enough to be seen by everyone who turns their heads. One of the flashy sports cars pulls up along side the curb, the stereo thumping.
"Hey, you ladies wanna ride?" the man leers out the window as he speaks, with a sleazy grin on his face.
The two figures stop and turn towards the car. With quick glances at each other, they cautiously step closer. After a second glance at the group of people inside, and the one hanging out the window, the taller figure puts out an arm to stop her companion from going further. It didn't take long for the pieces to fit together into a disgusting picture.
"What? Are you . nuts???" asks one of the figures. The taller one has a sharp tongue and the attitude to back it up.
"What a deplorable example of the human race. I think perhaps you have the wrong idea, and the wrong people. Leave now or suffer the consequences."
Laughter and sounds of encouragement came from the back seat of the car. "It's a bluff!" "What a turn on!" The driver of the car turned to his buddies and grinned. After a moment he turned back to face the two figures standing near the edge of the sidewalk. The passenger door opened and allowed a tall, muscular man to emerge. He lumbered around the front of the car and staggered toward the two figures. Clearly intoxicated, they could see that he could be a problem if angered.
"You wanna try and take us by force?" The tall figure had a grin on her face that held an evil humor to it. "Don't say we didn't warn you."
The large man lumbered forward attempting to grab one of the two figures. The man was stopped by a foot, which had selectively found it's way top to a very vulnerable spot. The other figure resumed the regal stance of a few minutes earlier. With a smirk and a shrug of the shoulders, the tall figure looked back to the car. The figure took a few slow steps toward the car, and then in an instant, had the driver by the neck and was nearly pulling him out through the window.
The man's face began to change color as the blood ceased to flow to his head. Trying to cry out he only succeeds in letting out a breath full of air. His eyes roll back in his head and his body becomes limp in her hand.
"Stop it! Now! Are you trying to get us into trouble??" the other figure has stepped forward to place a hand on her companion's arm. Her eyes say more than words ever could.
The two stare at each other for a while, then the hand releases the man. He hangs on the door, unconscious. His friends quickly help him into the car and take off in a cloud of dust and screeching tires.
"Gomen, but he shouldn't have spoken to us that way! Especially you!" The girl looks at her companion with a mix of respect and anger.
"I know how you feel. You were just looking out for me, but we aren't on Mavirna-sei anymore. Things are different here . they don't know us from any other earthling."
"That's no excuse. I hope they don't all treat women like that, if they do . well, then I feel sorry for this race." She had an expression on her face, which was foreign to her companion. Deciding that the mood was a little too solemn, the shorter girl smiled and patted her friends back. "What am I going to do with you, huh?"
The two girls pull their cloaks back over their heads and continue on their way. From under the tall girl's cloak, the shape of a sword can be seen hanging from her hip. She has a cold stare that will prevent any attempts to come anywhere near them. She is tall and muscular, but not bulky. Her frame is supported by sleek muscle tone, which implies strength without losing her feminine shapeliness.
Her companion, who is a little shorter than her, has a long braid of which the tips show from under the hem of her cloak. A glint of light reflects off the jeweled circlet, which crowns her head. She is also strong, but looks deceptively weak. Due to her smaller frame, large muscles would not suit her. She walks with a regal stance, as if she were the ruler of the world. Her stance conveys respect and station, but without being overbearing and intimidating. Their cloaks hide their features well, their hoods keeping their faces concealed, yet allowing full range of vision.
"So, how do we find him?"
She is always so dependent on me to have the plans, the shorter girl comments to herself, while keeping her face hidden under the hood.
"I don't know, but I'm sure it won't be hard. If the one we're looking for is as strong as the elders have said, we should be able to locate him by his ki."
"I sense several strong ki's . all of which are nearby. Should we check them out?"
The other girl nods in agreement. The two take a turn down the next street to head in the direction of the ki's they've felt. Without noticing it, the girls have picked up a couple of followers. The taller girl notices they're weak, but dangerous, ki's and turns to face them. The street light nearby flickers, struggling to stay on.
"We've got company . stay behind me."
The tall girl, still cloaked, faces the followers in a fighting stance, ready for whatever they might try.
"Hey! This is our turf . if ya wanna cut through here ." the punk with an earring looks side to side at his friends, "it's gonna cost ya, hehehe."
The guy with the earring is directly in front of her, while each of his buddies have flanked to the right and left to cut off any escape.
"Pretty girls like you got more than money to offer a guy." He extends his hand to touch her, but before she can react, someone restrains the punk. The street light behind her isn't working and the one in front of her shadows the unknown person. With a speed that any normal person wouldn't have seen, the punk is thrown into a wall on the opposite side of the street. The guy hits hard enough to leave a crater in the wall.
Who can it be? Humans don't have that kind of strength.
As she ponders this new development, the other two guys have charged in the direction of the mysterious individual.
"What's going on? What were those guys?"
"Those were thieves most likely"
As their attention is drawn back to the fight occurring in front of them, they notice that another person has joined the fight against the thugs. The two are talking to each other as if they know each other.
"What the heck are you doing? Okaasan's going to be mad is she finds out I was in a fight again."
"So stay out of it. I can handle it fine on my own. Otousan always says I don't practice much, what better way than against real people?"
The girls watch as the two individuals effortlessly feint and block in the fight with the thieves, while carrying on a conversation as if nothing were happening.
"Whoever these guys are, they aren't human ." The tall girl makes the comment out loud, but in a voice that only her companion could hear.
"Uh-huh ." nodding her head in agreement. Still standing behind her tall companion, she has moved out to the side to get a better look.
When the thieves appear to be out of breath and worn out, the first person delivers one punch to the thug'' face and sends him flying into a pile of trash across the street. The other unknown person uses a sidekick to send the other thug flying into the wall, next to the guy with the earring.
Having been distracted by the fight, the tall girl tenses up again as the two people approach. Her right hand is on the hilt of her sword under her cloak, the other hand is holding the sheath, ready to draw if necessary. Her companion has also moved into a defensive crouch behind her.
"They don't look like they are very glad to that we're here."
"Obviously . keep your eyes open."
"Hai."
The two approach the cloaked figures, but stay far enough away so as not to instigate any defensive action from them. There is an awkward silence between the groups as they each look for weaknesses or threats from their opposites. They have stepped into the light enough to erase some of the shadows from their frames. The two young men stop several feet in front of the two girls. The boy in front is tall with straight purple hair that falls around his face just above his ears, wearing a Capsule Corp. logo on his T-shirt. The other boy is about the same height, wearing a white T- shirt and blue pants. His hair is black and rather unruly looking, sticking out in several different directions.
"Ummm, are you okay?"
The tall girl looks over her shoulder to her companion, who shrugs her shoulders.
"Fine." Her head only moves slightly. Between the cloaks and the faulty lighting, it is difficult to make out any details about the two travelers.
"Uh, you're not from around here, are you?"
The purple hairdo boy elbows the other boy, "well, duh . baka!"
Another simple head movement, "No, we're not."
Both boys are startled by her reply to the question.
"My name is Trunks, and this is my friend ."
". Goten"
The tall girl has removed her hand from her sword and is standing with her arms crossed over her chest. The other girl has moved to stand by her companion. The two of them glance at each other and nod. In unison they pull back their hoods to reveal their faces. With a quick shake of her head, the tall girl adjusts her hair. The other girl simply brushes a few stray hairs out of her face and smiles.
Trunks and Goten simply stare at the two of them. The tall girl has long, dark hair, which is restrained at the base of her neck. Her eyes are cold and fierce, but are a color you could lose yourself in, if you stared too long. She wears a collar around her neck with a crest in the middle of it. Her companion is of a slightly smaller build, with long black hair that is hastily restrained by a braid that reaches almost to her feet. She has a gold circlet on her forehead with a crest, similar to the one on her companion's neck and a small jewel hanging from the center.
"Goten?"
"Hn?"
"Don't they both look a little like Saiyajin?"
"Umm .. yeah, a little. But that's impossible, Vejitasei was destroyed and the only Saiyajin are Vejita-san and Otousan."
"Yeah, you're right, but ."
"What're ya staring at??" Asks the tall female. Her tone catches their attention, and they quickly turn to face her.
Trunks is intrigued by their appearance.
"What are your names?"
The tall girl with the cold eyes answers first.
"I am Kitane, and she ." gesturing behind herself, ". is Riaya. Arigatougozaimasu for your help. Now, we must be on our way."
With a quick wave, they turn to leave. As they walk away, Riaya turns her head to catch one more glimpse of these two strange boys.
Goten looks after them, silently pleading for them to come back.
"Wait! Where are you going? Maybe we can help you!"
Goten realizes that he just shouted to the girls. He glances over at Trunks, who is staring at him in disbelief.
"Well ... what was I supposed to do?"
Trunks smiles and shrugs. "Humph . I dunno, but that wasn't what I was expecting. Hey, why don't we follow them for awhile? Just to make sure they don't run into anymore trouble, ne?"
"Somehow I don't think they need any protection, but I am curious about who they are."
Trunks and Goten fly slow and keep their distance from the two girls. Although they are trying to be sneaky, their ki makes them obvious to Kitane, who notices it first.
She grins and looks over to her companion. "Heh, they're following us, Riaya. Now what?"
"We should've asked them some questions first, they might've been able to help us find the one we're looking for faster."
"It's not like we really need any help, right? Anyway, the larger ki concentration we noticed is coming from directly ahead of us."
The two pick up the pace by low-level flying through the back street and alleys.
"Aaaahhhh .. they can fly! These two definitely aren't your average Earthlings, if they're from Earth at all!"
Goten nods, and they also pick up there pace to match the mysterious girls.
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