Chapter Ten: What CAN Go Wrong WILL
Ladies' restroom, backstage…
In a plain ladies' restroom with dull, mauve tiles, faded brass faucets, and only three toilet stalls, Cypress sat on the toilet, doing the usual business that any woman would do in relieving herself. Her purple velvet dress, dark as midnight, was bunched up around her waist, so that she would not ruin it. As she took time sitting down, she heard the singsong voice of Karilyn, the favored mistress of Lord Coola. Cypress had only met Karilyn an hour ago.
Through the crack of the door, she could see Karilyn admiring herself in a fluorescent pink, skimpy set, running her slender hands along her lithe curves. Cypress permitted herself a wry smile; the girl certainly didn't lack in self-confidence. Just the type of female to keep Lord Coola interested for more than two weeks. She didn't know whether to consider Karilyn fortunate or not.
Karilyn was laughing throatily to herself, as she strutted and preened in front of the cracked, dusty mirror above the sink imbedded in the pink marble counter. She ran her hands through her silvery hair, obviously loving the silk and sheen that naturally belonged to it. She sighed luxuriously, as she admired herself once more for the umpteenth time.
"Oh, Coola certainly knows how to spoil a girl! I can't believe how sweet he can be sometimes! Especially with this contest! I can't believe that he would actually blackmail the judges, just to ensure that I would win! He's so good to me, really!"
Blackmail the judges? Cypress's entire back stiffened, and her lavender eyes widened in shock.
"Nappa and Raditz are hunks, I'll admit, but like Coola says, if they don't pick me as Miss Frieza, they're not going to live past today! Oooh, that master of mine is so clever! Well, got to go guarantee my victory, and as long as I keep my mouth shut until I obtain victory, Coola says I'll be sure to be Miss Frieza this year, heehee!" And with a happy, giddy laugh, Karilyn danced out of the restroom.
Cypress gulped. She just hoped that Karilyn hadn't noticed that she overheard everything, but it was to her own good fortune that Karilyn possessed more air in her head than brain cells. She would go to Frieza and tell him what was going on, but doing so directly would likely put her in danger with Coola. But she couldn't let Karilyn get away with what she was doing, and Coola certainly couldn't be allowed to tamper in his brother's affairs.
There had to be a way to foil Karilyn and Coola's plans without getting killed or exposed. Cypress knew this without doubt, but…
…Just how was she going to do it?
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Dusty, rosy, smoke began emitting from the crate, and the gentle puffs began wafting into the air. Then it began to shake harder and harder, and it was straining to burst. Several nails flung out of the wooden boards, and Hickey was forced to fly to the floor to take cover.
And finally, the wooden box exploded, with fragments, boards, dust, and nails flying everywhere. Screams and shouts followed soon after, as the smoke from the crate increased steadily. The giant cloud of pink smoke began to engulf the stage.
"Take cover, everyone!" Hickey screamed, his voice causing a mild quake on stage. Everyone in the first few rows covered their heads to prevent injuries from the crate explosion. Many began to cough on the smoke and tried to wave it away from them.
"What's going on here?" Frieza demanded to know.
"Hmm…seems Dodoria's gift to you went up in smoke," Coola joked lamely.
Frieza glared knives at him, as he entered Zarbon's scouter code. When Zarbon answered, Frieza shouted, "Zarbon, do you have any idea of what's going on down there?"
"No-no, sire, I can't say I do!'
"Well-find out! I want to make sure there's not a fire!"
"Of-of course, Lord Frieza, sire, whatever you say!" And Zarbon cut off communication.
Unfortunately for Frieza, Zarbon, and everyone else, what would soon follow after would be way worse than any fire. Actually, Frieza and his army would have preferred a fire to what would soon happen.
For when the smoke cleared, Dodoria was standing on stage, wearing a scarlet woman's trench coat that hung on him like a muumuu. He began to swivel his hips seductively, as he looked up into a stunned Frieza's eyes with a drunken grin. He swayed back and forth, as he strutted across the stage confidently. He pulled out several colorful scarves and waved them about elegantly, as if they were blowing in a gentle breeze. As he did so, he accidentally dropped a used capsule onto the floor; this capsule had been the cause of the smoke.
Swishing his enormous body about as gracefully as possible, an intoxicated Dodoria opened his huge mouth and began to sing, "Happy Birthday, Master Frieza! Happy Birthday to you, my lord! Happy Birthday…my beloved! You know how much I love youuuuu!"
And to poor Frieza's horror, Dodoria unbuckled the belt on his woman's trench coat and slowly opened his coat to reveal that he was wearing the pair of white leather, rhinestone-studded underwear-and nothing else.
"He's going to strip!" Hickey screamed.
"AHHH! NOOOOOO!" screamed everyone in the terrified audience.
"Cover your eyes, everyone!" Captain Ginyu ordered, and no one disobeyed him.
"We've got to stop him before anyone's traumatized for life!" Chestra insisted to Vegeta and Zarbon.
For once Vegeta and Zarbon were in mutual agreement. They, like Chestra, knew what would happen to anyone who saw Dodoria's naked body. Seeing his unclothed form, with all its bulges, bumps, blubber, and flaps of fat was enough to put even the strongest, hardened warriors into extreme shock. Several unfortunates had actually committed suicide within minutes or hours after they had seen Dodoria naked. Jaden was one of the few survivors who had lived to tell the dreadful tale of seeing him nude.
So, covering their eyes, Vegeta, Zarbon, and Chestra left their seats to make their way to the stage to prevent Dodoria's possible stripping. As they made their way onto the stage, Dodoria was sliding off his coat. And up in the VIP platform, Frieza, Coola, and King Cold were wisely covering up their eyes; Frieza was trying to figure out a way to shoot Dodoria with a ki blast without him having to look at his body.
"Happy Birthday, Master Frieza," Dodoria crooned, as he slowly began easing his nearly nude form out of his coat. Chestra squeezed her eyes tight and concentrated her mind on stopping Dodoria before he finished undressing himself. Using her extraordinary telekinesis, she froze him in place with her mind powers. He struggled against Chestra's mind control on him, but despite his great strength, Chestra held firm, with her mind powers keeping him in place.
"Hurry, you guys!" Chestra shouted to Zarbon and Vegeta. "I won't be able to hold him forever!"
"Lemme go!" Dodoria ordered drunkenly to no one in particular, as Zarbon and Vegeta came running up towards him, still careful not to look at Dodoria's body directly.
"Vegeta, you dress him; I'll knock him out, so that he can't cause any more problems!" Zarbon ordered him.
"Oh, thanks," Vegeta retorted sarcastically. "Leave me with the greater risk of seeing that fatty nude!" But he went to do, as Zarbon had commanded him.
While Chestra was holding a now angry Dodoria in place with her mind powers, Zarbon came up behind him and raised his fist towards the back of Dodoria's head. Vegeta, cringing and trying not to retch, swiftly flew up to the front of Dodoria and rapidly pulled his coat back on. Dodoria struggled to grab Vegeta, to force him to stop redressing him, but Chestra's telekinetic hold on him was still strong, so Vegeta was able to yank Dodoria's trench coat back together around his corpulent body. Relieved that most of his nudity was now covered, Vegeta hastened to fasten the belt on the coat and button the large, leather buttons as fast as he could with his thick, muscled fingers. As Vegeta finished with the last button, Zarbon's fist crashed into the back of Dodoria's skull, and Dodoria fell forward towards Vegeta. The Saiyan prince leapt out of the way just as Dodoria's heavy body, guided by Chestra's mind, sank to the floor. If it hadn't been for Chestra lowering him to the floor, Dodoria would have crashed into the concrete with a nasty concussion. Instead, he fell to the floor, as if in a gentle faint, and when he was finally resting on the stage, he was unconscious.
When Dodoria had been safely subdued, the audience cheered wildly, shrieking and clapping and screaming shouts of appreciation and gratitude. Sweat beaded on Chestra's pale brow, as she gave the audience a weary smile of relief. Zarbon managed a grand bow before sinking to his knees, and Vegeta mopped the waterfall of sweat on his wide forehead with the back of his hand. Hickey was considerably relieved, even though he was still praying to the deity of his planet that Frieza wouldn't blame Dodoria's shenanigans on him. Nappa and Raditz released heavy sighs of relief.
Meanwhile in the floating VIP platform, Frieza was gulping down antacids, as if they were candy, and Coola was groaning and shaking his head. King Cold and Lady Caldair were trying to reassure each other the best they could that the worst was over.
But now, as Chestra was levitating Dodoria off the stage, using her mind powers, Coola found it within himself to laugh. "Hahahaha! When are you and Dodoria planning to wed, little brother?"
Frieza snarled, "On the day that you actually produce an heir to take your place on the throne!" Coola cut his eyes hatefully at his brother's words, for everyone in their family knew that in spite of Coola's numerous liaisons, both forced and consensual, with healthy young women of various species, no offspring had ever resulted from those encounters. It was a subject that Coola was sensitive about, especially since King Cold had started applying pressure for him to produce an heir, preferably a male one, if possible. And of course the subject of Coola's lack of children was yet another one of Frieza's favorite things to torment his elder brother about. Frieza had not been reported publicly to have any children either, but since he was not the crown heir, it did not matter so much, as far as King Cold was concerned.
"Enough, both of you!" King Cold ordered his quarreling sons. "Let's just hope that Hickey and the others involved in the beauty contest can recover from this fiasco."
"Of course they will, Father," Frieza retorted. "All of my beauty contests so far have been great successes. This year will be no different."
Coola crossed his arms and replied confidently, "Except that my beautiful Karilyn will be this year's Miss Frieza."
"No, it will be your sister, Snowflake, who wins this year," King Cold argued pleasantly, looking lovingly down on Caldair. Caldair smiled tenderly at the only love of her life that she ever had.
Both Frieza and Coola snorted at their father's words, and Coola cast a secret, deadly glare in the direction of two certain Saiyan judges. Nappa and Raditz better pick Karilyn, or both of them would be deprived of all of the protruding parts of their pathetic monkey bodies!
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Backstage…
"I am SO thirsty!" Karilyn gushed to the other beauty contestants, as she adjusted a skinny strap on her skimpy, fluorescent pink bikini that she was certain would drive Nappa and Raditz wild with desire, thus ensuring her victory as Miss Frieza. Her nipples poked discreetly through the thin fabric.
"Me too," Snowflake agreed with her brother's mistress, as she studied herself in the mirror. Snowflake's glittering silver, strapless, one-piece swimsuit with a plunging back complemented her lavender hair and violet eyes. Her pale hair was waved in soft, gentle cascades down her bare back. "Let's try some of that punch," she suggested in her usual clipped, cultured voice, looking towards the refreshment table.
She and Karilyn glided gracefully over to the refreshment table, where a bevy of bathing suit and bikini-clad beauties were sipping down cup after cup of the fruity beverage. Cypress, Reccoom, Journa, and Eclipse strolled casually behind them, waiting their turns at the punch bowl. Journa stared angrily into the back of Cypress's fiery mane, despising her for the way she had deceived Vegeta into believing that she and he had something going and then playing with Frieza behind his back. Unfortunately, their greedy fellow contestants had, by then, nearly consumed almost every drop. By the time, the last six contestants had arrived for their share of champagne punch, there remained in the crystalline bowl only enough for one cup.
The contestants staggered away from the punch bowl slowly, bumping into each other, and a green cat-alien lady with three catlike tails on her bottom and two blue antennae on her head sang loudly, "Woo-hoo! I am the Champagne Queen, young and free, only seventeen…" She twirled about and leapt around her fellow contestants, laughing wildly in a screeching voice between the words of her impromptu song. She had white hair and it flew behind her like a cirrus cloud. With bloodshot eyes and a slack smile, she collapsed to the floor in a drunken heap.
"Must be some strong champagne," Journa commented wryly. "Hope she can still get up in time for the swimsuit session."
Cypress shook her elegant head. "Some just can't hold their punch, I suppose."
Journa quipped, "I doubt she could hold her breath as much punch as she drank."
Karilyn scoffed. "I just wish that the 'Champagne Queen' had left more for her subjects."
Smoothing out her shimmering, navy-blue one-piece with a hole cut out to expose her flat stomach, Cypress then whispered to Reccoom, "Better let Lady Snowflake have that last cup; she is King Cold's daughter."
"I'm thirsty though," Reccoom whispered back in protest.
"Just remember who she's related to, Reccoom. She outranks all of us here."
Reccoom consented reluctantly, although his throat felt dry and parched. Cypress sympathized with him, and Lady Snowflake was known to usually be more generous than her dangerous older half-brothers, but why take chances? Respectfully, she pulled back and took Reccoom by his arm and drew him back too.
"We're not that thirsty," Cypress lied too easily, fluffing out her flame-colored hair.
Journa had overheard Cypress's earlier whispers, and she whispered to Eclipse, "As angry as I am with her for what she did to my brother, she's right. Let Lady Snowflake have the last cup, for she is Lord Frieza's sister." Eclipse nodded, immediately seeing the wisdom of Journa's words. Both ladies swallowed heavily, hoping to refresh their thirst the best they could.
Straightening the slim strap of her burgundy one-piece, Journa coughed loudly. "Punch isn't really my thing, more partial to the harder stuff myself."
Karilyn's throat was arid, and she had been looking forward to some of that fruity punch, but very reluctantly, she took Journa's overheard words to Eclipse to heart. She may have been Lord Coola's favorite concubine, but even the most favored of concubines had to submit to royalty, such as her master's sister.
"Last cup is for you, Lady Snowflake," Karilyn told her graciously.
"Are you sure?" Snowflake asked kindly. "Because if anyone else wished for a drink-"
Everyone quickly waved away her protests, and, feeling guilty for not sharing with the others, Snowflake hesitantly scooped out the last of the champagne punch with the glass tureen and poured it into a sparkling, crystal cup.
As Snowflake sipped the tangy beverage languidly, Journa inched further back. She backed away further until she bumped into a gigantic, pale humanoid woman twice her height and three times her size. She had a titanic-sized bosom, long, stringy beaded, black hair and huge, red eyes that seemed to stare straight into Journa. She smiled with a leer, as she wrapped her huge, meaty arms around the Saiyan princess. Journa glared at her darkly, with narrowed black pearl eyes.
"May I help you?" she asked archly.
"No, but you're nice and soft for a monkey girl," the intoxicated giantess crooned, cuddling Journa to her. "I've been waiting a long time for ya, sweetie. I'd sure love to hold your hand."
Journa held her temper for now. She smiled serenely at the sloshed admirer. "Sure, you can hold my hand."
But as soon, as the delighted giantess seized Journa's smaller hand with a viselike grip, Journa easily flung the obese female into the air, whirled her around twice by her hand and flung her into the wall, just barely missing Frieza's birthday cake. The giantess tried to rise to retaliate, but she then retched, returning the vast quantities of pink punch she had consumed to the cold, cracked stone floor. She then fainted.
Cypress grinned at Journa. "So, tell me, is that how you normally treat your admirers?"
"Yes, and women who lead my brother on," Journa snapped, no longer able to restrain herself around the woman who had unthinkingly played with her brother's emotions.
"What are you talking about?" Cypress demanded to know indignantly, pulling herself to her full height and scowling darkly at her accuser.
"Ooh," a titillated Karilyn cooed. "This should be good. Tell us more!" Both Journa and Cypress glared at her, and if their looks had been fatal, Karilyn would have been a pile of white ashes. Fortunately, Coola's favorite female took the hint and said not another word..
"You know well what I'm talking about, you hussy from King Cold!" Journa sneered.
"Princess Journa, please," Eclipse pleaded. "Now's not the time or place-"
"This is between me and the she-thing who played with my brother!" Journa hissed. "She flirted with Vegeta, letting him think that she was interested in him, and then she went to Frieza's room not too long ago and screwed him!"
Livid with rage, Cypress seized Journa by her arm and yanked the female Saiyan to her, holding her tightly. Karilyn and Eclipse looked on worriedly, but since neither one of them were warriors, they weren't about to get involved in what was going on between two obviously dangerous females. Snowflake was still consuming her punch, and she already seemed to be oblivious to what was going on around her, and that was unusual for the normally observant daughter of King Cold.
But a grinning Reccoom was cheering, pumping his right fist up and down. "All right, a catfight! Go, ladies, go! Get it on!"
"SHUT UP, RECCOOM!" both Cypress and Journa snapped at him. Reccoom groaned softly in disappointment, but he fell silent.
"Let me go now!" Journa warned her captor.
Narrowing her eyes, Cypress growled, and for some reason, there was a familiar menacing tone that stirred panic in the Saiyan princess, panic that only few could create within her.
But then Cypress took a deep breath, and although her grip on Journa's arm didn't loosen, her voice was suddenly less threatening than before. Thickly, she said, "No, Journa, not now. You and I need to talk alone, and I will explain everything that's going on with me-on one condition."
"What's that?" Journa hissed.
"You keep your mouth shut about what I'm about to tell you in private until after this contest is over." Cypress then whispered in a lower tone, "Because if you don't, the lives of your boyfriend and his buddy could end today."
"What the hell do you mean?" Journa cried out too loudly, but Cypress clamped her hand over her mouth. Everyone stared at them, including the intoxicated women who could still stand, but Cypress glared at them all warningly. She snorted in an unladylike manner, as more and more of the females either acted insanely or fell down into drunken stupors.
"Get back to whatever you ladies were doing earlier," Cypress snapped at them. "None of you were invited in this conversation."
"She certainly is rude," Karilyn said contemptuously to Eclipse, who wisely remained quiet.
Cypress slightly loosened her grip on Journa's muscled arm, but started to drag her away with her to the ladies' restroom. Journa, now anxious for the lives of Raditz and Nappa, followed her into the restroom. But no one paid attention to them at that point, for all the drunken contestants had turned their attention to an inebriated Snowflake.
"Girls!" the favorite daughter of King Cold cried out happily to her fellow contestants. "I have an idea that's going to liven up this swimsuit contest…make it an event that my brother, Frieza, sure won't forget!"
She giggled incoherently, as she stumbled and flung herself about the room, crashing her slender hips and limbs into the glasses and bowls on the table, knocking them to the floor. Snowflake then placed the now empty champagne bowl on her head, and the bowl came down to her eyes.
"How's everyone like my new crown design?" she asked, laughing stupidly.
"We love it, Lady Snowflake!" everyone declared.
Karilyn giggled at Lady Snowflake's antics, while Eclipse shook her turquoise head sadly and pitied the poor girl. It was obvious that not everyone in Cold royalty could handle alcohol, and high tolerance to alcohol was considered an especial Cold family trait.
"Lady Snowflake, perhaps you should sit down," she suggested kindly, as she took Snowflake's arm gently.
"Sit down! Me? Sit down! Yeah, right!" Snowflake screamed excitedly, as she lovingly touched the punch bowl on her head. "We have a beauty contest to win, including me!"
"But what is your idea, Lady Snowflake?" Karilyn asked impatiently. "We're supposed to go out there any minute. I heard Hickey saying so, and I also heard one of the crew backstage saying something about Commander Dodoria making a complete moron of himself on stage earlier, but now they're finished cleaning up his mess."
"Oh, you'll luuuuuuuve my idea, Kari, I promise youuuuu!" Snowflake replied in a cheerful slur. "Gather 'round, girlies, 'cause I'm going to tell you, how we're really going to liven up my bro's barrrrrthday!"
Giggling and cheering, the intoxicated contestants clustered around Snowflake, and she giddily told them her idea, for how they were to present themselves in the swimsuit session.
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Cypress worriedly pushed open the three stall doors and looked around frantically to make sure that no one was in the restroom with her and Journa.
"What is going on here? And why would Raditz and Nappa be in danger? It's just a stupid beauty contest, for Kami's sake!" Journa cried impatiently.
"Just shut up and listen." Cypress's normal mannerly, seductive veneer was becoming brusquer every minute. "And you might as well sit yourself on the counter, because what I have say and what I have to show you is going to take a few mins."
"We can't take too long," Journa told her. "If we miss the swimsuit session, we're likely to get disqualified."
"I won't take too long with this, I promise."
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At long last, it was time for the swimsuit session to finally begin. The men in the audience jumped up and down and hooted and hollered.
"Yeah, swimsuit time! Bikinis galore!"
"C'mon, ladies!"
Even Nappa and Raditz clapped their hands together, excitedly awaiting the arrival of the beautiful contestants. Hickey twirled around on one foot happily, and he scratched behind his giant ear, as he spoke softly, "Now it's time for the swimsuit session." That soft tone was equivalent, of course, to a voice coming through a megaphone.
"Yeah, all right!"
"Come on, ladies! Let's see those hot bodies!"
"I've got all your numbers, girlies!"
"Silence, please for now," Hickey said quietly, holding out his hand. "Now, we're presenting our bathing beauties."
And coming out from backstage, were all young women of many races, drunk, but present. They came out, walking proudly and waving to the men, wearing great, dazzling smiles. Despite Hickey's orders for silence, many of the men once again began with their catcalls and shouts of praise and pick-up lines.
But this time, the cries were even louder and more disrespectful and raucous than before, and Hickey repeatedly begged the men to be quiet, but the men laughed and ignored them. Hectar even shouted back to Hickey:
"Ya better look behind ya, and you'll be wanting to jump those women's bones too!"
Against his better judgment, Hickey turned around slowly, and his jaw dropped when he saw the women walking around in a slow oval, waving without a care in the world. His eyes bulged with horror, as he witnessed the women laughing and wearing those huge, bright, white smiles.
Unfortunately, the smiles were the only things that the women were wearing.
"No way," Hickey moaned loudly, forgetting to modify his tone. "I won't live past today for this! No!"
He sank to his knees and trembled, as he, like the boisterous men in the audience watched, as the naked young women displayed their bare bodies of an assortment of attractive shapes and forms in full glory. The humanoid women jiggled their perky, well-formed bosoms and bottoms, as the reptilian women seductively swished their uncovered tails and hips back and forth for everyone to see. The mammalian and avian women had no objections to showing off the most intimate parts of their bodies. The only women who were still clothed were Karilyn and Eclipse, who were too embarrassed to look anyone in their faces, but a grinning Reccoom was strolling behind the unclothed women, having no shame in watching them stroll around nude. Strangely enough, he had wanted to join the drunken women in stripping himself of his feminine swimwear, but fortunately, for the onlookers, Eclipse had talked him out of it. Journa and Cypress were not present.
A nude Snowflake was wearing nothing but her smile and the champagne bowl on her head, and she waved at her parents, shouting, "Hello, Father and Mother! Look at me!"
At this time, Frieza was finishing off what antacids he had left, and Coola shook his head in disgust at Snowflake's behavior. He said nastily to his father, "So, Father, what do you think of your perfect little daughter now? Daddy's sweet little girl has grown up, and apparently she wants all the men here to know it!"
"Shut up!" King Cold roared, as he cuffed Coola hard on his head, hard enough to cause Coola to nearly fall off of the floating VIP platform.
"Hahahahaha, Coola got in trouble again!" Frieza jeered. He would have teased his brother further, but then his stomach started eating itself once more, and he cried out. Realizing that he was now out of antacids, he barely managed to contact Zarbon on his scouter to demand that Zarbon have more medicine brought to him.
Meanwhile, King Cold was horrified at Snowflake's actions; he was shocked and worried, and Caldair was in tears. What could be causing Snowflake to be acting this way? Snowflake was not the sort of young lady who allowed herself to become drunk! She sobbed into King Cold's leg, as King Cold shakily pressed a button on his scouter to contact Brutu. In a trembling voice, he asked Brutu to go onstage and carry Snowflake away before she embarrassed herself any further. Brutu, of course, was willing to do as his king had requested, but his king gave him one final request:
"Withdraw my daughter from the beauty contest when you pass the judges. No beauty contest is worth this humiliation for her."
"Of course, sire, whatever you say."
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"Amazing," Nappa said, just before he emitted a low whistle. "I haven't seen this many women nude since I was on that comfort planet, Algor, five years ago. Course, even though they're naked, they still don't compare to Eclipse, but…wow!"
"That reminds me," Raditz said slowly, as he was unable to draw his eyes away from the inebriated, nude young ladies. But then his facial expression hardened, and his voice rose. "Where's Journa? I'm just thankful that she's not out here right now! If she were among these women, and any of those morons in the audience were making dirty remarks to her, I'd slaughter as many of them as I could! And then I'd chain her to the bed for the next millennium!"
"I'm just so glad that Eclipse kept her clothes on," Nappa sighed with much relief. "I didn't think Frieza was allowing nudity this year, although I know that a lot of men wanted it."
"Look, Nappa, there's King Cold's Head Commander, Brutu!" Raditz cried out, pointing to where King Cold's most trusted officer was gently escorting a dancing, laughing, naked Snowflake off of the stage. Brutu was three times Snowflake's height and five times her size, and he resembled a silvery-gray rhinoceros with a black head, brown horns, and somber green eyes. He was known to be a fair and just man…as fair and just as he could be, considering that King Cold was his employer, and that he was fiercely loyal to his liege.
A few minutes later, Snowflake had fainted into a drunken stupor, and Brutu tenderly carried her offstage, as he walked past the Saiyan judges. He spoke to them in a brief, gruff voice what King Cold had ordered, and after he left, the tremendous relief that Nappa and Raditz felt after he and Snowflake had left them was too miraculous to be described. If they hadn't been hardened warriors and Saiyans, they would have wept for joy.
Ladies' restroom, backstage…
In a plain ladies' restroom with dull, mauve tiles, faded brass faucets, and only three toilet stalls, Cypress sat on the toilet, doing the usual business that any woman would do in relieving herself. Her purple velvet dress, dark as midnight, was bunched up around her waist, so that she would not ruin it. As she took time sitting down, she heard the singsong voice of Karilyn, the favored mistress of Lord Coola. Cypress had only met Karilyn an hour ago.
Through the crack of the door, she could see Karilyn admiring herself in a fluorescent pink, skimpy set, running her slender hands along her lithe curves. Cypress permitted herself a wry smile; the girl certainly didn't lack in self-confidence. Just the type of female to keep Lord Coola interested for more than two weeks. She didn't know whether to consider Karilyn fortunate or not.
Karilyn was laughing throatily to herself, as she strutted and preened in front of the cracked, dusty mirror above the sink imbedded in the pink marble counter. She ran her hands through her silvery hair, obviously loving the silk and sheen that naturally belonged to it. She sighed luxuriously, as she admired herself once more for the umpteenth time.
"Oh, Coola certainly knows how to spoil a girl! I can't believe how sweet he can be sometimes! Especially with this contest! I can't believe that he would actually blackmail the judges, just to ensure that I would win! He's so good to me, really!"
Blackmail the judges? Cypress's entire back stiffened, and her lavender eyes widened in shock.
"Nappa and Raditz are hunks, I'll admit, but like Coola says, if they don't pick me as Miss Frieza, they're not going to live past today! Oooh, that master of mine is so clever! Well, got to go guarantee my victory, and as long as I keep my mouth shut until I obtain victory, Coola says I'll be sure to be Miss Frieza this year, heehee!" And with a happy, giddy laugh, Karilyn danced out of the restroom.
Cypress gulped. She just hoped that Karilyn hadn't noticed that she overheard everything, but it was to her own good fortune that Karilyn possessed more air in her head than brain cells. She would go to Frieza and tell him what was going on, but doing so directly would likely put her in danger with Coola. But she couldn't let Karilyn get away with what she was doing, and Coola certainly couldn't be allowed to tamper in his brother's affairs.
There had to be a way to foil Karilyn and Coola's plans without getting killed or exposed. Cypress knew this without doubt, but…
…Just how was she going to do it?
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Dusty, rosy, smoke began emitting from the crate, and the gentle puffs began wafting into the air. Then it began to shake harder and harder, and it was straining to burst. Several nails flung out of the wooden boards, and Hickey was forced to fly to the floor to take cover.
And finally, the wooden box exploded, with fragments, boards, dust, and nails flying everywhere. Screams and shouts followed soon after, as the smoke from the crate increased steadily. The giant cloud of pink smoke began to engulf the stage.
"Take cover, everyone!" Hickey screamed, his voice causing a mild quake on stage. Everyone in the first few rows covered their heads to prevent injuries from the crate explosion. Many began to cough on the smoke and tried to wave it away from them.
"What's going on here?" Frieza demanded to know.
"Hmm…seems Dodoria's gift to you went up in smoke," Coola joked lamely.
Frieza glared knives at him, as he entered Zarbon's scouter code. When Zarbon answered, Frieza shouted, "Zarbon, do you have any idea of what's going on down there?"
"No-no, sire, I can't say I do!'
"Well-find out! I want to make sure there's not a fire!"
"Of-of course, Lord Frieza, sire, whatever you say!" And Zarbon cut off communication.
Unfortunately for Frieza, Zarbon, and everyone else, what would soon follow after would be way worse than any fire. Actually, Frieza and his army would have preferred a fire to what would soon happen.
For when the smoke cleared, Dodoria was standing on stage, wearing a scarlet woman's trench coat that hung on him like a muumuu. He began to swivel his hips seductively, as he looked up into a stunned Frieza's eyes with a drunken grin. He swayed back and forth, as he strutted across the stage confidently. He pulled out several colorful scarves and waved them about elegantly, as if they were blowing in a gentle breeze. As he did so, he accidentally dropped a used capsule onto the floor; this capsule had been the cause of the smoke.
Swishing his enormous body about as gracefully as possible, an intoxicated Dodoria opened his huge mouth and began to sing, "Happy Birthday, Master Frieza! Happy Birthday to you, my lord! Happy Birthday…my beloved! You know how much I love youuuuu!"
And to poor Frieza's horror, Dodoria unbuckled the belt on his woman's trench coat and slowly opened his coat to reveal that he was wearing the pair of white leather, rhinestone-studded underwear-and nothing else.
"He's going to strip!" Hickey screamed.
"AHHH! NOOOOOO!" screamed everyone in the terrified audience.
"Cover your eyes, everyone!" Captain Ginyu ordered, and no one disobeyed him.
"We've got to stop him before anyone's traumatized for life!" Chestra insisted to Vegeta and Zarbon.
For once Vegeta and Zarbon were in mutual agreement. They, like Chestra, knew what would happen to anyone who saw Dodoria's naked body. Seeing his unclothed form, with all its bulges, bumps, blubber, and flaps of fat was enough to put even the strongest, hardened warriors into extreme shock. Several unfortunates had actually committed suicide within minutes or hours after they had seen Dodoria naked. Jaden was one of the few survivors who had lived to tell the dreadful tale of seeing him nude.
So, covering their eyes, Vegeta, Zarbon, and Chestra left their seats to make their way to the stage to prevent Dodoria's possible stripping. As they made their way onto the stage, Dodoria was sliding off his coat. And up in the VIP platform, Frieza, Coola, and King Cold were wisely covering up their eyes; Frieza was trying to figure out a way to shoot Dodoria with a ki blast without him having to look at his body.
"Happy Birthday, Master Frieza," Dodoria crooned, as he slowly began easing his nearly nude form out of his coat. Chestra squeezed her eyes tight and concentrated her mind on stopping Dodoria before he finished undressing himself. Using her extraordinary telekinesis, she froze him in place with her mind powers. He struggled against Chestra's mind control on him, but despite his great strength, Chestra held firm, with her mind powers keeping him in place.
"Hurry, you guys!" Chestra shouted to Zarbon and Vegeta. "I won't be able to hold him forever!"
"Lemme go!" Dodoria ordered drunkenly to no one in particular, as Zarbon and Vegeta came running up towards him, still careful not to look at Dodoria's body directly.
"Vegeta, you dress him; I'll knock him out, so that he can't cause any more problems!" Zarbon ordered him.
"Oh, thanks," Vegeta retorted sarcastically. "Leave me with the greater risk of seeing that fatty nude!" But he went to do, as Zarbon had commanded him.
While Chestra was holding a now angry Dodoria in place with her mind powers, Zarbon came up behind him and raised his fist towards the back of Dodoria's head. Vegeta, cringing and trying not to retch, swiftly flew up to the front of Dodoria and rapidly pulled his coat back on. Dodoria struggled to grab Vegeta, to force him to stop redressing him, but Chestra's telekinetic hold on him was still strong, so Vegeta was able to yank Dodoria's trench coat back together around his corpulent body. Relieved that most of his nudity was now covered, Vegeta hastened to fasten the belt on the coat and button the large, leather buttons as fast as he could with his thick, muscled fingers. As Vegeta finished with the last button, Zarbon's fist crashed into the back of Dodoria's skull, and Dodoria fell forward towards Vegeta. The Saiyan prince leapt out of the way just as Dodoria's heavy body, guided by Chestra's mind, sank to the floor. If it hadn't been for Chestra lowering him to the floor, Dodoria would have crashed into the concrete with a nasty concussion. Instead, he fell to the floor, as if in a gentle faint, and when he was finally resting on the stage, he was unconscious.
When Dodoria had been safely subdued, the audience cheered wildly, shrieking and clapping and screaming shouts of appreciation and gratitude. Sweat beaded on Chestra's pale brow, as she gave the audience a weary smile of relief. Zarbon managed a grand bow before sinking to his knees, and Vegeta mopped the waterfall of sweat on his wide forehead with the back of his hand. Hickey was considerably relieved, even though he was still praying to the deity of his planet that Frieza wouldn't blame Dodoria's shenanigans on him. Nappa and Raditz released heavy sighs of relief.
Meanwhile in the floating VIP platform, Frieza was gulping down antacids, as if they were candy, and Coola was groaning and shaking his head. King Cold and Lady Caldair were trying to reassure each other the best they could that the worst was over.
But now, as Chestra was levitating Dodoria off the stage, using her mind powers, Coola found it within himself to laugh. "Hahahaha! When are you and Dodoria planning to wed, little brother?"
Frieza snarled, "On the day that you actually produce an heir to take your place on the throne!" Coola cut his eyes hatefully at his brother's words, for everyone in their family knew that in spite of Coola's numerous liaisons, both forced and consensual, with healthy young women of various species, no offspring had ever resulted from those encounters. It was a subject that Coola was sensitive about, especially since King Cold had started applying pressure for him to produce an heir, preferably a male one, if possible. And of course the subject of Coola's lack of children was yet another one of Frieza's favorite things to torment his elder brother about. Frieza had not been reported publicly to have any children either, but since he was not the crown heir, it did not matter so much, as far as King Cold was concerned.
"Enough, both of you!" King Cold ordered his quarreling sons. "Let's just hope that Hickey and the others involved in the beauty contest can recover from this fiasco."
"Of course they will, Father," Frieza retorted. "All of my beauty contests so far have been great successes. This year will be no different."
Coola crossed his arms and replied confidently, "Except that my beautiful Karilyn will be this year's Miss Frieza."
"No, it will be your sister, Snowflake, who wins this year," King Cold argued pleasantly, looking lovingly down on Caldair. Caldair smiled tenderly at the only love of her life that she ever had.
Both Frieza and Coola snorted at their father's words, and Coola cast a secret, deadly glare in the direction of two certain Saiyan judges. Nappa and Raditz better pick Karilyn, or both of them would be deprived of all of the protruding parts of their pathetic monkey bodies!
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Backstage…
"I am SO thirsty!" Karilyn gushed to the other beauty contestants, as she adjusted a skinny strap on her skimpy, fluorescent pink bikini that she was certain would drive Nappa and Raditz wild with desire, thus ensuring her victory as Miss Frieza. Her nipples poked discreetly through the thin fabric.
"Me too," Snowflake agreed with her brother's mistress, as she studied herself in the mirror. Snowflake's glittering silver, strapless, one-piece swimsuit with a plunging back complemented her lavender hair and violet eyes. Her pale hair was waved in soft, gentle cascades down her bare back. "Let's try some of that punch," she suggested in her usual clipped, cultured voice, looking towards the refreshment table.
She and Karilyn glided gracefully over to the refreshment table, where a bevy of bathing suit and bikini-clad beauties were sipping down cup after cup of the fruity beverage. Cypress, Reccoom, Journa, and Eclipse strolled casually behind them, waiting their turns at the punch bowl. Journa stared angrily into the back of Cypress's fiery mane, despising her for the way she had deceived Vegeta into believing that she and he had something going and then playing with Frieza behind his back. Unfortunately, their greedy fellow contestants had, by then, nearly consumed almost every drop. By the time, the last six contestants had arrived for their share of champagne punch, there remained in the crystalline bowl only enough for one cup.
The contestants staggered away from the punch bowl slowly, bumping into each other, and a green cat-alien lady with three catlike tails on her bottom and two blue antennae on her head sang loudly, "Woo-hoo! I am the Champagne Queen, young and free, only seventeen…" She twirled about and leapt around her fellow contestants, laughing wildly in a screeching voice between the words of her impromptu song. She had white hair and it flew behind her like a cirrus cloud. With bloodshot eyes and a slack smile, she collapsed to the floor in a drunken heap.
"Must be some strong champagne," Journa commented wryly. "Hope she can still get up in time for the swimsuit session."
Cypress shook her elegant head. "Some just can't hold their punch, I suppose."
Journa quipped, "I doubt she could hold her breath as much punch as she drank."
Karilyn scoffed. "I just wish that the 'Champagne Queen' had left more for her subjects."
Smoothing out her shimmering, navy-blue one-piece with a hole cut out to expose her flat stomach, Cypress then whispered to Reccoom, "Better let Lady Snowflake have that last cup; she is King Cold's daughter."
"I'm thirsty though," Reccoom whispered back in protest.
"Just remember who she's related to, Reccoom. She outranks all of us here."
Reccoom consented reluctantly, although his throat felt dry and parched. Cypress sympathized with him, and Lady Snowflake was known to usually be more generous than her dangerous older half-brothers, but why take chances? Respectfully, she pulled back and took Reccoom by his arm and drew him back too.
"We're not that thirsty," Cypress lied too easily, fluffing out her flame-colored hair.
Journa had overheard Cypress's earlier whispers, and she whispered to Eclipse, "As angry as I am with her for what she did to my brother, she's right. Let Lady Snowflake have the last cup, for she is Lord Frieza's sister." Eclipse nodded, immediately seeing the wisdom of Journa's words. Both ladies swallowed heavily, hoping to refresh their thirst the best they could.
Straightening the slim strap of her burgundy one-piece, Journa coughed loudly. "Punch isn't really my thing, more partial to the harder stuff myself."
Karilyn's throat was arid, and she had been looking forward to some of that fruity punch, but very reluctantly, she took Journa's overheard words to Eclipse to heart. She may have been Lord Coola's favorite concubine, but even the most favored of concubines had to submit to royalty, such as her master's sister.
"Last cup is for you, Lady Snowflake," Karilyn told her graciously.
"Are you sure?" Snowflake asked kindly. "Because if anyone else wished for a drink-"
Everyone quickly waved away her protests, and, feeling guilty for not sharing with the others, Snowflake hesitantly scooped out the last of the champagne punch with the glass tureen and poured it into a sparkling, crystal cup.
As Snowflake sipped the tangy beverage languidly, Journa inched further back. She backed away further until she bumped into a gigantic, pale humanoid woman twice her height and three times her size. She had a titanic-sized bosom, long, stringy beaded, black hair and huge, red eyes that seemed to stare straight into Journa. She smiled with a leer, as she wrapped her huge, meaty arms around the Saiyan princess. Journa glared at her darkly, with narrowed black pearl eyes.
"May I help you?" she asked archly.
"No, but you're nice and soft for a monkey girl," the intoxicated giantess crooned, cuddling Journa to her. "I've been waiting a long time for ya, sweetie. I'd sure love to hold your hand."
Journa held her temper for now. She smiled serenely at the sloshed admirer. "Sure, you can hold my hand."
But as soon, as the delighted giantess seized Journa's smaller hand with a viselike grip, Journa easily flung the obese female into the air, whirled her around twice by her hand and flung her into the wall, just barely missing Frieza's birthday cake. The giantess tried to rise to retaliate, but she then retched, returning the vast quantities of pink punch she had consumed to the cold, cracked stone floor. She then fainted.
Cypress grinned at Journa. "So, tell me, is that how you normally treat your admirers?"
"Yes, and women who lead my brother on," Journa snapped, no longer able to restrain herself around the woman who had unthinkingly played with her brother's emotions.
"What are you talking about?" Cypress demanded to know indignantly, pulling herself to her full height and scowling darkly at her accuser.
"Ooh," a titillated Karilyn cooed. "This should be good. Tell us more!" Both Journa and Cypress glared at her, and if their looks had been fatal, Karilyn would have been a pile of white ashes. Fortunately, Coola's favorite female took the hint and said not another word..
"You know well what I'm talking about, you hussy from King Cold!" Journa sneered.
"Princess Journa, please," Eclipse pleaded. "Now's not the time or place-"
"This is between me and the she-thing who played with my brother!" Journa hissed. "She flirted with Vegeta, letting him think that she was interested in him, and then she went to Frieza's room not too long ago and screwed him!"
Livid with rage, Cypress seized Journa by her arm and yanked the female Saiyan to her, holding her tightly. Karilyn and Eclipse looked on worriedly, but since neither one of them were warriors, they weren't about to get involved in what was going on between two obviously dangerous females. Snowflake was still consuming her punch, and she already seemed to be oblivious to what was going on around her, and that was unusual for the normally observant daughter of King Cold.
But a grinning Reccoom was cheering, pumping his right fist up and down. "All right, a catfight! Go, ladies, go! Get it on!"
"SHUT UP, RECCOOM!" both Cypress and Journa snapped at him. Reccoom groaned softly in disappointment, but he fell silent.
"Let me go now!" Journa warned her captor.
Narrowing her eyes, Cypress growled, and for some reason, there was a familiar menacing tone that stirred panic in the Saiyan princess, panic that only few could create within her.
But then Cypress took a deep breath, and although her grip on Journa's arm didn't loosen, her voice was suddenly less threatening than before. Thickly, she said, "No, Journa, not now. You and I need to talk alone, and I will explain everything that's going on with me-on one condition."
"What's that?" Journa hissed.
"You keep your mouth shut about what I'm about to tell you in private until after this contest is over." Cypress then whispered in a lower tone, "Because if you don't, the lives of your boyfriend and his buddy could end today."
"What the hell do you mean?" Journa cried out too loudly, but Cypress clamped her hand over her mouth. Everyone stared at them, including the intoxicated women who could still stand, but Cypress glared at them all warningly. She snorted in an unladylike manner, as more and more of the females either acted insanely or fell down into drunken stupors.
"Get back to whatever you ladies were doing earlier," Cypress snapped at them. "None of you were invited in this conversation."
"She certainly is rude," Karilyn said contemptuously to Eclipse, who wisely remained quiet.
Cypress slightly loosened her grip on Journa's muscled arm, but started to drag her away with her to the ladies' restroom. Journa, now anxious for the lives of Raditz and Nappa, followed her into the restroom. But no one paid attention to them at that point, for all the drunken contestants had turned their attention to an inebriated Snowflake.
"Girls!" the favorite daughter of King Cold cried out happily to her fellow contestants. "I have an idea that's going to liven up this swimsuit contest…make it an event that my brother, Frieza, sure won't forget!"
She giggled incoherently, as she stumbled and flung herself about the room, crashing her slender hips and limbs into the glasses and bowls on the table, knocking them to the floor. Snowflake then placed the now empty champagne bowl on her head, and the bowl came down to her eyes.
"How's everyone like my new crown design?" she asked, laughing stupidly.
"We love it, Lady Snowflake!" everyone declared.
Karilyn giggled at Lady Snowflake's antics, while Eclipse shook her turquoise head sadly and pitied the poor girl. It was obvious that not everyone in Cold royalty could handle alcohol, and high tolerance to alcohol was considered an especial Cold family trait.
"Lady Snowflake, perhaps you should sit down," she suggested kindly, as she took Snowflake's arm gently.
"Sit down! Me? Sit down! Yeah, right!" Snowflake screamed excitedly, as she lovingly touched the punch bowl on her head. "We have a beauty contest to win, including me!"
"But what is your idea, Lady Snowflake?" Karilyn asked impatiently. "We're supposed to go out there any minute. I heard Hickey saying so, and I also heard one of the crew backstage saying something about Commander Dodoria making a complete moron of himself on stage earlier, but now they're finished cleaning up his mess."
"Oh, you'll luuuuuuuve my idea, Kari, I promise youuuuu!" Snowflake replied in a cheerful slur. "Gather 'round, girlies, 'cause I'm going to tell you, how we're really going to liven up my bro's barrrrrthday!"
Giggling and cheering, the intoxicated contestants clustered around Snowflake, and she giddily told them her idea, for how they were to present themselves in the swimsuit session.
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Cypress worriedly pushed open the three stall doors and looked around frantically to make sure that no one was in the restroom with her and Journa.
"What is going on here? And why would Raditz and Nappa be in danger? It's just a stupid beauty contest, for Kami's sake!" Journa cried impatiently.
"Just shut up and listen." Cypress's normal mannerly, seductive veneer was becoming brusquer every minute. "And you might as well sit yourself on the counter, because what I have say and what I have to show you is going to take a few mins."
"We can't take too long," Journa told her. "If we miss the swimsuit session, we're likely to get disqualified."
"I won't take too long with this, I promise."
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At long last, it was time for the swimsuit session to finally begin. The men in the audience jumped up and down and hooted and hollered.
"Yeah, swimsuit time! Bikinis galore!"
"C'mon, ladies!"
Even Nappa and Raditz clapped their hands together, excitedly awaiting the arrival of the beautiful contestants. Hickey twirled around on one foot happily, and he scratched behind his giant ear, as he spoke softly, "Now it's time for the swimsuit session." That soft tone was equivalent, of course, to a voice coming through a megaphone.
"Yeah, all right!"
"Come on, ladies! Let's see those hot bodies!"
"I've got all your numbers, girlies!"
"Silence, please for now," Hickey said quietly, holding out his hand. "Now, we're presenting our bathing beauties."
And coming out from backstage, were all young women of many races, drunk, but present. They came out, walking proudly and waving to the men, wearing great, dazzling smiles. Despite Hickey's orders for silence, many of the men once again began with their catcalls and shouts of praise and pick-up lines.
But this time, the cries were even louder and more disrespectful and raucous than before, and Hickey repeatedly begged the men to be quiet, but the men laughed and ignored them. Hectar even shouted back to Hickey:
"Ya better look behind ya, and you'll be wanting to jump those women's bones too!"
Against his better judgment, Hickey turned around slowly, and his jaw dropped when he saw the women walking around in a slow oval, waving without a care in the world. His eyes bulged with horror, as he witnessed the women laughing and wearing those huge, bright, white smiles.
Unfortunately, the smiles were the only things that the women were wearing.
"No way," Hickey moaned loudly, forgetting to modify his tone. "I won't live past today for this! No!"
He sank to his knees and trembled, as he, like the boisterous men in the audience watched, as the naked young women displayed their bare bodies of an assortment of attractive shapes and forms in full glory. The humanoid women jiggled their perky, well-formed bosoms and bottoms, as the reptilian women seductively swished their uncovered tails and hips back and forth for everyone to see. The mammalian and avian women had no objections to showing off the most intimate parts of their bodies. The only women who were still clothed were Karilyn and Eclipse, who were too embarrassed to look anyone in their faces, but a grinning Reccoom was strolling behind the unclothed women, having no shame in watching them stroll around nude. Strangely enough, he had wanted to join the drunken women in stripping himself of his feminine swimwear, but fortunately, for the onlookers, Eclipse had talked him out of it. Journa and Cypress were not present.
A nude Snowflake was wearing nothing but her smile and the champagne bowl on her head, and she waved at her parents, shouting, "Hello, Father and Mother! Look at me!"
At this time, Frieza was finishing off what antacids he had left, and Coola shook his head in disgust at Snowflake's behavior. He said nastily to his father, "So, Father, what do you think of your perfect little daughter now? Daddy's sweet little girl has grown up, and apparently she wants all the men here to know it!"
"Shut up!" King Cold roared, as he cuffed Coola hard on his head, hard enough to cause Coola to nearly fall off of the floating VIP platform.
"Hahahahaha, Coola got in trouble again!" Frieza jeered. He would have teased his brother further, but then his stomach started eating itself once more, and he cried out. Realizing that he was now out of antacids, he barely managed to contact Zarbon on his scouter to demand that Zarbon have more medicine brought to him.
Meanwhile, King Cold was horrified at Snowflake's actions; he was shocked and worried, and Caldair was in tears. What could be causing Snowflake to be acting this way? Snowflake was not the sort of young lady who allowed herself to become drunk! She sobbed into King Cold's leg, as King Cold shakily pressed a button on his scouter to contact Brutu. In a trembling voice, he asked Brutu to go onstage and carry Snowflake away before she embarrassed herself any further. Brutu, of course, was willing to do as his king had requested, but his king gave him one final request:
"Withdraw my daughter from the beauty contest when you pass the judges. No beauty contest is worth this humiliation for her."
"Of course, sire, whatever you say."
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"Amazing," Nappa said, just before he emitted a low whistle. "I haven't seen this many women nude since I was on that comfort planet, Algor, five years ago. Course, even though they're naked, they still don't compare to Eclipse, but…wow!"
"That reminds me," Raditz said slowly, as he was unable to draw his eyes away from the inebriated, nude young ladies. But then his facial expression hardened, and his voice rose. "Where's Journa? I'm just thankful that she's not out here right now! If she were among these women, and any of those morons in the audience were making dirty remarks to her, I'd slaughter as many of them as I could! And then I'd chain her to the bed for the next millennium!"
"I'm just so glad that Eclipse kept her clothes on," Nappa sighed with much relief. "I didn't think Frieza was allowing nudity this year, although I know that a lot of men wanted it."
"Look, Nappa, there's King Cold's Head Commander, Brutu!" Raditz cried out, pointing to where King Cold's most trusted officer was gently escorting a dancing, laughing, naked Snowflake off of the stage. Brutu was three times Snowflake's height and five times her size, and he resembled a silvery-gray rhinoceros with a black head, brown horns, and somber green eyes. He was known to be a fair and just man…as fair and just as he could be, considering that King Cold was his employer, and that he was fiercely loyal to his liege.
A few minutes later, Snowflake had fainted into a drunken stupor, and Brutu tenderly carried her offstage, as he walked past the Saiyan judges. He spoke to them in a brief, gruff voice what King Cold had ordered, and after he left, the tremendous relief that Nappa and Raditz felt after he and Snowflake had left them was too miraculous to be described. If they hadn't been hardened warriors and Saiyans, they would have wept for joy.