Author's Note: I'm not to good with fighting scenes but I'll do my best. It a bit short, sorry.
Flying with a Wish
Chapter Two: Challenges
By Delphine Pryde
"No man is without fear, if there is then he is a fool."
-Worf, Star Trek
Bulma gave her hundredth piercing glare a yet another Saiyan-jin watching her. Honestly, she was getting fed up with all the looks she had been getting from the male crew of the Saiyan-jin battleship Bloodfist. Blue hair really wasn't all that exotic. On Chikyuu-sei there had been people with pink hair for Kami's sake! There was only one solution, she would have to do what many Saiyan-jin did to gain respect, beat the crap out of someone.
The Chikyuu-sei born woman turned to her admirer. He was young; sixteen at most, and probably impulsive and stupid like most boys his age. He would do. "What's you name?" she asked him.
He blinked as if surprised that a beautiful alien woman would speak with him. "Maizen."
"Maizen, then, is it your people's custom to stare so brazenly at women like some animal?" she said, her voice cold.
Black eyes narrowed in anger. "How dare you?" he started.
"I dare because I can."
"I hope you have the power to back up those words," he said in a tight voice.
"Oh, I do." She smirked confidently.
"Training hall, now," he snapped out, his body trembling in anger, before stomping out of view. Bulma had a hard time surpressing the laughter that was bubbling up. These Saiyan-jins took offense at the silliest of things! She followed jollively.
Goku and Raditz paused in their training as they noticed a large crowd gathering at the other end of the hall. Curiosity getting the best of them, the Chikyuu-sei raised Saiyan-jin and his brother joined the growing crowed.
Goku's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he spotted a familiar blue-haired woman facing off against a young Saiyan-jin boy twice her size with long wild black hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. As the Saiyan-jin went to attack Bulma, Goku tried to rush to her side to defend her only to be pulled back. Raditz had grabbed his training uniform and used it like a leash. "What are you doing? I have to save her!" protested Goku.
"Look around you," Raditz hissed. "All these Saiyan-jins would stop you before you could reach her. She's initiated the challenge of combat."
"Which means?" Goku asked, hoping it wasn't like what it sounded.
"The challenge is just like it sounds. They fight until one of the opponents is no longer able to. Technically, she would then be considered a worthy warrior and treated as such by all Saiyan-jins if she wins. But her opponent is Maizen, second class in power, elite by birth. His father is Nappa, head commander of the Saiyan-jin forces. If Maizen loses to an alien female it would dishonor his entire family, which would lead to some very unpleasant consequences."
"And if she loses?"
"Then she's Maizen's to do with what he will. He could kill her or worse."
Even Goku didn't have to ask what could be worse than death. Goku quickly prayed to Kami that his oldest friend would make it out of this situation intact…somehow.
As the first punch connected with her stomach, Bulma began to regret her hastiness. Well, there's no choice but to finish this, I doubt I'd be a loud to back out.
Instead of clutching her stomach, as any other person would have, she grabbed Maizen's wrist before twisting her body around to provide enough leverage to throw him. The Saiyan-jin warrior hit the metal floor with a loud "clang," leaving a dent the shape of his body.
Not waiting for him to get up, Bulma brought her leg high before releasing it. The leg swung down like an ax, landing a finishing blow to the midsection of the proud Saiyan-jin. With a single grunt of pain, Maizen passed out.
Silence filled the training hall making it resemble a graveyard with flesh-toned statues. Some of the surprised warriors shifted allowing Raditz and Goku passage to reach her. The older Saiyan-jin looked around, his face showed the uncertainty he felt. He seemed to finally come to a decision as he turned to one of the observers. "Parley, get him to the medical wing," he ordered, thumbing at the unconscious Maizen. He then turned his attention to Bulma. "Come girl, we have a lot to discuss."
The hint of worry that she saw in his eyes stayed any protest Bulma might have had at being ordered around. She quietly followed and Goku brought up the rear, his stance that of a protective brother.