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Author's Note: When they are speaking in Namekian, it will look like this, ("Hey, everyone, I'm speaking in Namekian!") Thank you Dreamwraith, In Love With Nameks, Velasa, Rin, and Jumper Prime for Reviewing the last chapter.
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Last time on, But there are no Female Nameks...
Krillin shows up on the scene for the second round of the Saiyans vs. The Namekians. The battle raged on, and 18 along with Tien showed up for the fight, but in the end, the score turns out Namekians: 2 and Saiyans: 0.
And most importantly Tanvi confronts Piccolo. The ending scene...
In the battle that proceeded after Tanvi stated that she like the taste of Piccolo's blood, no blow was as vicious as the one struck that allowed her to taste him. Although the battle was brutal, none of the blows or energy attacks on her side were enough to break the bone. Piccolo now floats in awed horror over a huge crater that was once the forest. Her last blast missed him on purpose, and destroy the forest below completely. Tanvi's eyes centers on his slightly trembling form. She had hoped to get a better reaction from him; however, she can't help, but to smirk, a bit as her eyes flow over him from head to toe, He still angry...Good. She straightens her face, but her eyes stay glazed over with fire.
She speaks her voice husky and demanding, "You are stronger than this. Fight me harder." And with that she charges again. Piccolo does his best to block, but her hits keep getting through, pushing him back.
"Tanvi, this is not the way. You must calm yourself." Piccolo hears a different female voice scream from the side of them; however, Tanvi didn't stop, and he could feel her power level rising as though challenging the new comer to make her. "Where is your honor!" The female yells even louder this time as she says, "First Rights of the Natural Order—that is the name of your Army, High Commander, is it built upon a lie! Will you deny him one of his first rights?"
Upon hearing this, Tanvi stops instantaneously right in the middle of a block allowing Piccolo to hit her squarely in the face. Her head jerks back a bit, but she is seemingly unharmed. She never takes her eyes off Piccolo, and her eyes seem to burn a new with the blow he struck.
"Tanvi, you will do this with honor. Give him The Right of Veer." Hita says strongly to her friend.
"I will not wait six months." Tanvi replies her voice in a deadpan, then she suddenly shot out her right hand, her palm spread. The action makes Piccolo flinch in to a defensive posture, preparing himself to block her energy attack, he closes his eyes, and braces himself, but it never comes, so he slowly opens his eyes to meet two burning black orbs. "Five days. Prepare yourself, and understand I'm here for you and only you. I will not tolerate any interference. Pick the battlefield and the time, on the fifth day I will come to see you, tell me then. On the six day, you will show me your power, your true power." With that, she turns to Hita to leave, but she stops at Piccolo's voice.
"Why...What are you?" His voice is filled with disbelief and fatigue.
She turns back to him, and says, "Isn't it obvious? I'm a Namekian." Then Tanvi and Hita fly away.
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Chapter 3—Chauvinist: Mindset of a Female Namek
Back in the desert right after Hita left...
18, Krillin, and Tien float in the air staring at where Hita once was. They look to each other and start down to the guys.
"Look, you two go help Piccolo. I'll take these guys someplace safe and come help as soon as possible." Tien says as he looks to 18 and Krillin. They nod and fly off.
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On there way to Piccolo's aid...
"Hey, Babe, why'd you answer, when she called out 'Come speak with me, Matron'?" Krillin asks as they fly at top speed toward Piccolo.
"I was the only other female there." She answers as though that one statement explained everything.
"Yeah, I know, but it's not like you're a warden for a woman's prison or anything." He replies curiously. She looks over at him slightly, He hasn't figured it out yet.
"They're a matriarchal society, Krillin. That's why she talked to me. I'm not a warden, but she saw me as the woman in charge. Remember the hole, 'Are they yours as well' thing. When she asked me that, she pointed to the ground. She took it as a given that you and Tien were mine. When we get to this battle whoever's there, is going to come after me the hardest because I'm female. After all, she did say if you guys were women she would have killed you on the spot." 18 informs him in her usual deadpan. That gets Krillin's attention big time.
"Well, maybe you should..." He takes a gulping breath, I've got to help Piccolo. He's my friend. I won't have a chance alone, but I won't drag my wife into this. "Go back 18. If there going to go for you straight off, I don't want you there. Piccolo's my friend I have to go, but think of Maron."
"You're going, I'm going, the end." 18 states matter of factly.
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Piccolo floats there above the crater where Tanvi left him in complete trepidation, a slight trimmer racking his body. I...don't understand this. She wants to kill me...but why? And what of the others are they still alive. He steals his frayed nerves, and searches with his senses for them. He finds them, There energy is low, but not life threatening, and 18 and Krillin are coming this way, probably to see what the huge explosion was. 'Prepare yourself, and understand I'm here for you and only you. I will not tolerate any interference.' Tanvi's voice rings in his mind unbidden, making him remember her words. 'Your blood is sweet, Piccolo, I like the taste of it.' He remembers her eyes when she said that to him and the feel of them roaming all over him. A faint shutter runs through him, Her eyes...her eyes, the way she looks at me. It's more like a predator them an opponent, as if she's fighting not to burst into flames and tare me a part piece by piece...why me? What did I do? 'I'm here for you and only you...you and only you...you and only you...you and only you...you and only you...'
His mind runs in circles with her voice, fear surging inside him like a wave crashing against the shore at high moon. It isn't that the fear wasn't there before, because it was. It lived in him from the moment she tasted his blood, revealing how truly powerful she was, but in that instant he was into much shock to let it claim him, his battle training keeping him moving despite of it. However, in the still winds of the after battle, panic takes him by force, the images and pain of there battle plays through his mind in a flash. A low deep growl of frustrated anger passes through his gritted teeth as he clinches his fists. I will not be afraid! I will not be afraid!! I WILL NOT FEAR HER!!!!
The feel of her soft wet tongue against the corner of his mouth comes to mind in vivid clarity, giving him the impulse to wash his face as he clinches his fist with even greater force, almost to the point of piercing the smooth green skin of his palms, all fear forgotten. Another growl passed his lips, a deep guttural growl from the back of his throat rumbling through his chest to the very pit of his stomach as he bares his fangs in the most aggressive fashion possible. I am not afraid. I will not be afraid. I'm too furious for that! His mind's voice speaks in an eerie calm. His tone so unnerving that it can only be described as evil. However, the eerie calm he gained is quickly lost when he thinks of her audacity. His body trembles with anger now, How dare she touch me! How dare she touch me like that!! How dare she put her tongue on me!!! Piccolo's mind fumes in fury, as another deep guttural growl escapes his throat. He just can't shake the feeling deep in his soul that he was almost defiled in a very intimate way. It makes him afraid and angry all at once, but he clings to the anger now to push away the fear.
Something more than the obvious makes his skin crawl and his blood boil in anger at the thought of her open mouth so close to his, something much more...his initial reaction was completely instinctual, because his mind was too dazed for cognitive thought, and that reaction was intense fear like a lighting bolt to his soul. His attack was simply a fight or flight reaction. He didn't think he just did. In the most primal of all Namekian instincts, his body was jolted with fire to get away from her immediately, and at all costs. Run or fight, inaction was no longer an option. It wasn't the fear of death, no, it was something else, the fear of death was what had him fighting desperately for consciousness, but the fear of this unknown, of whatever the most basic of his Namekian instincts were warning him about jolted him to awareness, and a ki blast of immense power in response to her actions.
His deep baritone vibrates in his mind angrily, I can't explain it, but I will never let her get that close to my face again, ever. With his anger, drowning out his fear he begins to think more tactically. Her voice comes again, 'I sensed you on Namek, your fusion with Nail, your fight with Frieza, your near death at the end of the battle, you are very strong compare to the others left of are race.' If she's known about me since Namek, why choose now to come after me. What changed? What did I do to her? 'Isn't it obvious? I'm a Namekian.' She looks like a Namek, but it can't be. It just can't be, there's no such thing as a female Namek, but still I didn't grow up on Namek, and neither did Kami. Maybe this is something I don't know about. Maybe this has something to do with a past I never knew I had. But it doesn't make cense, Nail grew upon Namek. He was Guru's right-hand, if there was even such a thing as female Nameks surely he would have known, but then again the other female spoke of The Right of Veer as if what she's doing has some roots somewhere. Nail did spin most of his time in battle training, so maybe they just never told him. I have to speak to Dende, maybe he'll know what's going on. And with that thought he takes off for The Look Out.
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As he is flying, he runs into 18 and Krillin...
"Hey Piccolo, needs some help. You don't looks so good. It's a wonder you survived that last attack. We came as fast as we could. What happen to that female Namek?" Krillin asks as they fly up to him.
"I'll be fine after I see Dende. She's gone for now. You guys all right." Piccolo answers gruffly. His fists are still clinched and it's obvious that it wouldn't be wise to mess with him right now.
"Yeah, we're Okay. Vegeta got the worst of it, but he'll live. So what's this all about Piccolo?" Krillin asks curiously.
"I don't really know. I've got five days to figure it out, after that, we're going to fight again. All I know is she wants to fight me bad." Piccolo explains gruffly, but stops when he hears a low 'hn' from 18. It's a very low sound, only his Namekian hearing picking it up; however, being in the mood he's in he doesn't let it slide. "What was that?" His aggravation and anger is clear in his voice as he looks at her coldly. 18 looks at him just as cool as ever.
"It's odd that she'd want to fight you. I would have thought she'd think your skills beneath her and you unworthy of the fight." She answers him evenly and calmly, her tone brushing him off.
A deep angry growl escapes Piccolo's throat and he clinches his fist tighter, drawing blood. A few droplets of magenta seeps pass his clinched fists, rolling in sticky lines over his knuckles. He bares his fangs, starting for 18 as he says—the anger clear in his voice, "You picked the wrong day to mess with me."
Quickly, Krillin gets in between Piccolo and his wife, holding up his hands to show she meant no offense as he says nervously, "Hold on Piccolo! She didn't mean it the way it sounds, Right 18! Come on Babe, tell him what you meant!"
"I meant exactly what I said. It's obvious in there matriarchal society males are not equals. It seems to me a completely female dominated society. If that's the case, I find it odd that this female apparently the leader would lower herself to level she thinks beneath her to fight Piccolo."
Piccolo calms a bit, asking curtly, "What makes you think there a matriarchy?"
"When I first arrived at the battlefield, the battle stopped. When the other female spoke to me, she referred to me as Matron. She refers to men as things to be own. When she found out Krillin was mine, she told me to take him, leave, and teach him not to interfere with the affairs of women." 18 answers looking board.
Just then, Krillin notice the blood dripping from Piccolo's hands, and says, "Piccolo, you'd better get on to Dende so he can heal your wounds. I'll catch up with you later. You said five days right?"
"Yeah," Piccolo answers dryly.
"See you before then." Krillin replies and he along with his wife fly off.
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"Where is my father?" Tanvi asks as she and Hita fly through the cloudless indigo sky.
"I sent him back to the ship to wait for us." Hita answers back.
"Did you come into any trouble with your encounter with the males and the other two power levels?" Tanvi asks her voice filled with serious regard.
"No, but I am unsure that the encounter is over. A matriarch or at least a High Matron did show up at the end of the battle." Hita states her voice full of concern, Tanvi stops in mid flight, her complete attention on her companion. Hita stops as well.
"What occurred? Was a challenge set? Please tell me she wasn't that boy's mother." Tanvi asks her voice going back to its train calm; however, the deadpan in which she speaks, gives off an edge of dangerous unease.
"She wasn't the boy's mother I'm sure of that, but she was definitely angry. I could feel it briefly, when she arrived in the smallest flicker of her ki. After that, she was very calm and collected, which speaks of good training. She showed up on the battlefield with a male. I've only seen matriarchs with that kind of gall, but still she could have only been a High Matron. The smallest one was hers. She didn't claim the others." Hita answers as they float in complete stillness with only the blowing of the wind ruffling there capes. Her childish features contorting into an expression of apprehension for a breath, but than vanishes back into her cool mask; however, her thoughts are quite the contrary. She thinks, I don't want to fight a battle with the local matriarch. They have many allies. High Matrons have allies, but not nearly as many as a matriarch, and I'd prefer not to have to kill so many life forms. That's not why we came to this planet, and I rather not fight with the Matrons here. Another thing is that matriarchs have many daughters and I'd prefer not to have to wipe out a female's entire line, but I will if necessary. Besides, they may get in the way of Tanvi's objective here, and an angry Tanvi isn't good for anyone.
"Was he badly damage when she appeared at the fight?" Tanvi asks in her trained calm.
"His damage was minimal, but from the flair of angry ki when she saw him along with the conversation they had I gather he is one of her favorites, and most likely any damage done to him was too much. She wouldn't even leave his side to speak with me. Her emotions where very well guarded, which speaks of strict discipline. However, she a lone isn't my main concern. She was aware of where the boy and the Fool belonged. She may acquire the help of the boy's mother and the Fool's Matron. Truly, any female with the ability to tame a male such as that must be powerful, and fierce." Hita answers the seriousness and concern she feels coming out in a moderately translucent tone of voice. She isn't as old as Tanvi; in fact, by the look of her, she could be as old as Dende, maybe even one or two years older than him, so she isn't as skilled in hiding her emotions, especially, when it's just her and Tanvi. In past years, Tanvi was more of a mother to her than a friend, so she never felt the need to hide her emotions from her.
"A male that only submits to his Matron, I have seen it before, not a wise way to ensure your male's safety; however, his lifespan a lone speaks volumes about her power. What female would tolerate his behavior, unless they were incredibly weak or the woman that stands in front of him is incredibly strong?" Tanvi interjects in thought.
"You mean you truly don't think he's mad. I heard him dribbling some nonsense earlier when I was speaking with the Matron about me thinking females are superior, and that it was ludicrous. If those aren't words of a mad man, than I don't know what are." Hita exclaims in disbelief.
"He was probably trying to provoke you into striking him before a valid witness. I fully expect a challenge from his Matron. What better way to enrage her further than to have a valid witness such as the Matron that showed up on the battlefield to bring him home, confirming with her own word that indeed it was a female who struck him. She'll see this as a direct challenge to her power, and as for the boy's mother, she is obviously great. Her son is most definitely more powerful than most on the planet, and for a male at such a young age as well, his powers are still growing. It's quite impressive. I'd not be surprised if his family is part of the ruling class here. If we speak to his mother and explain her son's actions a challenge should be avoidable." Tanvi answers in deep contemplation. She thinks, Mothers with a true fighting spirit driven with the need and the will to protect there offspring of any kind, Namekian or not, are always difficult to defeat. It is her divine right, and a female who could heir a child such as that must be powerful. Who knows how much it will increase in battle if she perceives us as a threat to her son.
"I still contemplate greatly the Matron I encountered. The way she carries herself speaks of confident power....an air of danger sits with her. I know, no race can compare with the power of a true Namekian Warrior, but they are a distraction we don't need, and it will become most bother some if they try to interfere with your business with Piccolo." Hita says looking into Tanvi's eyes, a glimmer of worry shining in her eyes at the mention of inference with Piccolo.
"We have five days to resolve this. I will let nothing stand in between Piccolo and me. If they would even try, I assure you, I will let this entire world know the full fury of a Namekian Warrior. We will seek these three Matrons out and settle this. If they challenge, it will be dealt with, and it's repercussions." Tanvi replies with a deadly seriousness, her eyes narrowing a bit at the idea that anyone would try to stand in between her and her plans for Piccolo. "Let us return to the ship, and we will deal with this later." With that said Tanvi begins to fly again as does Hita.
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From The Look Out, Dende watched the Z gangs encounter with the Namekian females in astonished horror. He couldn't believe his eyes. He thought, They are beautiful creatures, but fierce. I can't understand why the leader was, so hard on Videl, just to heal her afterwards. There actions make no cense. And when the leader met Piccolo. A shiver goes down his spine just thinking about it, She didn't treat the others half as bad in battle as she did him. I don't understand why she wants to fight him so badly.
Just then, Piccolo lands roughly on The Look Out, barely able to stay on his feet. Dende runs over to him and heals him.
Instantly, Piccolo's refreshed and immediately, says with his deep voice of angry agitation, "Dende, were you aware that there were female Nameks, and just didn't tell me?" He looks to Dende, his eyes accusing.
Dende puts up his hands defensively as he answers emphatically, "No, No, I didn't know either! I was always told there were only Nameks. I didn't learn about males and females until I met Gohan and Bulma, honest. I had no idea, but perhaps, I could contact the elder Namek on New Namek. If there was ever such a thing as female Nameks, he'll know, after all, he is Guru's successor."
"Do it. I need some answers." Piccolo says standing to his feet. Dende tried using his telepathic link with his people to contact them, but there is no response. It's like running into a brick wall. "Something wrong," Piccolo asks upon seeing Dende's distressed face.
"Yes, I can't get through to them there some kind of mental barrier blocking my way from there side. I know Elder kept an off world transceiver in his home just in case something like this were to happen. Come on, Piccolo, I have one as well inside." They walk inside The Look Out through its many corridors, until they reach a small room with a high tech. piece of machinery set on a table in it. It had knobs and buttons, Dende adjust it them all properly, but all he gets is static, they both frown. "I'm worried Piccolo. This shouldn't be happening. I've never been completely cut off from New Namek before, ever. Something's wrong, something must be happening there as well."
Piccolo stands with his arms crossed over his chest with his usually impassive face, "Maybe it's broken. I'll take it to Bulma at Capsule Corp. if it's broken, she'll fix it. If she can't, I'll ask her for a ship and see what's going on there myself. I don't have much time and I need some answers."
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Tanvi and Hita reach the ship, Sundar greeting them at the door by taking there capes. He observes his daughter's rigidness and calm exterior. It's forcibly so he notes, only his father's eye seeing through this particular mask of hers. He's seen this mask before. He thinks, Things didn't go as Tanvi had wished. Hita wears the same mask, but then again in my presence for the most part she is always stoic. They go to the lounging room as he scurries off to hang there capes. He shortly joins them carrying a tray with two glasses of water. He serves them the glasses and sits across from the two.
"You look tense, my daughter. I take it things did not go as you planned with Piccolo." Sundar asks his deep voice carrying in the silence of the room, his concern clear in his tone, and eye contact.
"It went as well as it could have, I suppose." Tanvi states in her trained calm; however, it is useless against her father. Out of eight daughters, she was always his favorite. They have always been close, at least in the terms of Old Namek, and he'd spent more time with her than anyone. Something's wrong, he thinks as his daughter's voice changes. Her defensive tone changing to a more wistful one, "He is very handsome, so much more than I could have ever imagined." She takes a pausing breath then continues her tone betraying a tiny tinge of regret, "His beauty brought me to distraction. He's so fair, much more than I expected. He's a feminine one, though." She smirks a bit, and adds with a little laugh. "He was all dressed up in warriors garb except he wore pance, instead of a skirt." They all smile at that comment, but then she become serious again, "However, I was not satisfied with our fight. Although, I do admit I did get a bit carried away, more so than I had intended for our first encounter."
Sundar looks aghast at his daughter, at his Tanvi, Oh, Goddess!! Oh, Shyelle, not that, no, no please!! Has she been fighting for a lie all this time! Please not after Kisho and Kiyoshi!! He thinks in a horrified daze then he does something he's never done since she became a woman on her 13th birthday, he interrupts her while she's speaking. His voice full of disbelieving horror, "Tanvi, you didn't..." He can say the words, it's too horrible to think, but he tries again, "You didn't deny him his Right of Veer. You didn't...not after Kiyoshi and and..."
"No father, never that, never that." Tanvi says quickly, firmly, her mask shattered at the name he spoke and the one he didn't. As she speaks, she reaches over to touch his arm to calm him. Her face is quick to assure him she didn't do what he suspected. She knows all to well that the Right of Veer was not the phrase he intended to use to finish his first sentence. "I promised you, never that, never. However, I did not give him the Right of Veer." He is reassured by Tanvi's words, until she says that.
"But Tanvi..." He starts, but is silenced by the hand that once consoled him. She holds it up shaking it slightly to quiet him.
"I could give him six years, Father, and it would still do him no good. He will never be strong enough to beat me in a battle. Nevertheless, I want to see how powerful he is. I want to see his skill and cunning. He showed me neither today. I think I shocked him. I thought he would have taken the truth of my existence a lot better than those pacifistic weaklings back on New Namek and to some degree, he did, but still it impaired him I think. I gave him five days to get over the shock, and when we meet in battle again he'd better bring it." Tanvi answers her voice going back to its train calm.
"When do you wish to start the search for the Matrons, Tanvi? The sooner the better, they maybe difficult to find, you said you wanted to keep an eye on Piccolo, but you can't do both at once." Hita asks evenly.
"Are you ready to start now?" Tanvi asks looking to Hita.
"Yes." Hita answers.
"You and my father search for the boy's mother. I will search out the Fool's Matron and deal with her. When you find the boy's mother, avoid conflict if at all possible. I don't want you fighting her with my father there if it can be helped. You know as well as I that females in the defense of there offspring can sometimes do the improbable. Remember, Shyelle, smiles down on mothers in battle for there offspring always." Tanvi proclaims as she stands then says, "Let's go now."
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At Capsule Corp...
"Well, Piccolo, I've checked this thing from microchip to knob, and there's nothing wrong with it, there's just no signal to pick up." Bulma answers after an hour of tinkering with the transceiver, Piccolo watching over her shoulder all the whiled.
He scowls at the news and says—his normal gruffness returned, "Thanks anyway, Bulma. Do you have a spaceship I can use? I need some answers and the only place I'm going to get them is on New Namek."
"Sure, but what will happen to earth if you're not back in time for her challenge, because you shouldn't go alone, Piccolo, who knows what you could be flying into. You should take Gohan and Vegeta with you." Bulma replies her concern for his as well as the earth's well being clear in her voice.
"Oh, excuse me, Bulma honey! I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I've been working on a new hyper-engine that just might be of some use to you and your friend." Mr. Briefs says popping out of nowhere, the ever present black cat on his shoulder, staring blankly at the pair.
"Really, let me see it Dad." Bulma answers enthusiastically, turning to face her father. He pulls out the blue prints to the engine and she looks them over, pulling out a calculator. She does some calculations and then yells with a smile on her face, "Hey Dad, thanks! This'll work out perfectly! This new engine can get you to New Namek and back in four days, Piccolo. I'll have to make a few adjustments to the engine already installed in the ship, but it will be ready in a few hours. Hopefully, Vegeta and Gohan will be awake by then."
Piccolo turns and leaves, saying, "I'll be back in a few hours then. Thanks."
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As Piccolo is flying out through the north side of the city, Tanvi enters the south. She figures the best place to find the Fool's Matron is to start in the city from which he came, so slowly she flies through the city looking for power levels higher than the rest. She didn't expect to sense his Matron, for the most part high profile Matrons and/or Matriarchs, keep there high power levels relatively low unless in a fight. The first power level of notes she comes across is Yamcha's. He just got back into town a few hours ago, so he didn't truly sense the fights earlier that day, and what he did sense he put off on the guys, training for the tournament. He and Puar are taking a walk in the park, enjoying his day off when Tanvi flies overhead, landing in front of him.
"Your power level is higher than most males in this city. Can you tell me, I'm looking for the Matron of a loud-foul-mouthed fool with golden hair and turquoise eyes? His power is far greater than your own, and he has the habit of causing trouble." Tanvi says calmly in a non-threatening manner; however, her tone does demand an answer.
"Sounds like Vegeta." Puar says in a shaky voice.
"Yeah, it does, but I never knew he was in a woman's prison." Yamcha mumbles back to Puar.
"Me neither." Puar answers back, staring at the female in front of them. Tanvi takes a shallow breath of agitation, He's obviously shocked by my speaking to him. Perhaps I've frighten him.
"His Matriarch, boy, I'm looking for his Matriarch." Tanvi asks again her annoyance coming through in her voice a bit.
"She must be looking for Bulma, huh, Yamcha?" Puar says still in a shocked and frighten state.
"Yeah, must be....excuse me Miss, but are you a Namek." Yamcha says as the shock wares off.
"Bulma, that is the name of the Fool's Matron?" Tanvi says to Puar dismissing Yamcha from the conversation, The tailed creature is female, and obviously the more intelligent of the two. I will get my answers from her. Although Tanvi is approaching them in a non-threatening manner, her stature it's self is quite intimidating. Puar simply shakes her head 'yes' when she notices the females full attention on her, and floats closer to Yamcha with fright. "Where is she?" Tanvi asks with authority.
Puar starts to answer, but Yamcha cuts her off, "Wait a minute, what do you want with her."
Tanvi's train of sight never leaves Puar and she raises an eye-ridge at his defiance, "The males of this world are very bold." She starts to go on, but then she senses another power across the city much greater than his. She turns to Yamcha, "I would stay and teach you the folly of your boldness, but I sense a greater power of more interest."
She flies away, and the power signal leads her to a huge building with the words 'Capsule Corporation'. She thinks, It's a strange name of an estate; however, the size of this place is worthy of a Matriarch. I hope to Shyelle that she's only a High Matron though. They are so much easier to deal with. As she flies over the building to spot the power level, she senses. She is surprised to see it's a child. Golden hair, yellow aura, turquoise eyes, I'm definitely in the right place. This is either the boy's Matron or the Fool's there can't be two many on the planet with that type of energy and look.
Just then, Trunks looks up and sees Tanvi. He's afraid and angry all at once.
"You're the one who hurt my Dad!" Trunks yells through clinched teeth, his fists in tight little balls of anger. Tanvi nonchalantly lands across from him.
"I'm not here to fight with you, little one. Go fetch your mother. I wish to speak with her." Tanvi replies calmly.
"No way, you green freak! You stay away from my mother!" Trunks yells angrily, his power level raising, more from the fear of the situation than anger. He had gotten to see his Dad a little before they rushed him away to his parent's room. He remembers his mother saying something about his father not wanting him to see him that way. And if she can do that to my Dad, what could she do to me, but I have to do something. I just can't let that Green Freak hurt my Mom. I have to do something. He thinks as he clinches his fist tighter. Tanvi's displeasure at the boy's response is clear on her face as she folds her arms over her chest in aggravation. She can't bring herself to be truly angry with the child; after all, he is a child. It's not his fault, he doesn't know how to behave in the presents of a female. Obviously, this must be the Fool's Matron's estate. I can see the boy's likeness to his father in more than his looks, what a reckless female, that she wouldn't even teach her son the proper respect for a female?
Her eyes narrow in mock anger, her intent to intimidate the boy into behaving as she says, "That's quite the mouth you have, for one so young. I'd suggest you learn to bite your tongue when in the presents of someone greater than yourself. Your father had the very same problem, and look, how much trouble it got him into." She raises her voice from its usual calm, not quite yelling, but above the normal tone, "Now go fetch your mother, child! There are many other ways I could get her attention I'm sure. All of which are most unpleasant." At her last statement, she lets her hands drop to her sides, flexing her fingers in and out of fists suggestively, her knuckles popping a bit, until she finally let's her hands relax at her sides. Even though she hasn't powered-up yet, her mock anger and stature combined with her harsh tone, succeeds in scaring Trunks witless. He just stands there looking at her. Her coal black eyes staring straight into his soul, he's very shaken, his little feet quaking beneath him. She continues, "I came to speak with her. It's up to her weather this encounter becomes something more."
Trunks struggles with the inner turmoil on what to do; however, his crises is soon solved, whether it's for the better or the worst is still to be decided, when his Grandmother walks out of a side building, carrying a tray of lemonade.
"Oh, hello there, Trunks, I just thought you'd like a nice glass of lemonade while you're out here training!" Mrs. Briefs says in her normal cheery tone as she scuttles over to him. She hands him the glass.
Trunks takes the glass with the surprised whisper, "Grandma."
However, before he can say anymore, she then looks over to Tanvi as though she'd just noticed she's there, and says delighted, "Oh Trunks, why didn't you tell me, you where having company I only brought one glass?" Tanvi readies herself for anything. She doesn't take a fighting stance, but puts her senses on alert. She thinks, This female seems to be at total ease with my presence. She acts as if I'm not a threat at all. The way she tended to the boy, as if I wasn't even here. Just how powerful does she think she is? I've seen many masks before, but hers is flawless, to play the part of an unwitting fool. I'm not falling for that, not one bit. Mrs. Briefs seems to look Tanvi over a bit, I say seems because the woman never opens her eyes. "Humm, you must be that Namekian, that's got everybody in such a fuss, so what brings you here, or are you fighting children now." Mrs. Briefs says her voice lowing its earlier delight, but still bubbly.
"Grandma," Trunks says trying to caution her before something bad happen.
Tanvi's eyes narrow in true resentment at Mrs. Briefs' suggestion that she was there to fight the little one. Although, I suppose that was deserved, Hita was a little tuff on the Fool, after all, he is a male. She remembers when she stopped Hita's fight with the Fool...
Flashback...
Tanvi flies up to Vegeta and Hita's fight, stating simply, "This fight is over."
Her voice is calm, but commanding. Hita stops immediately, pushing Vegeta back a little with an energy burst.
"No one tells me when my fight is over, Bitch!!!" Vegeta growls out. Tanvi completely ignores him and begins talking to Hita in there native tongue.
("Where did this one come from?") Tanvi asks calmly.
("He just showed up. He's a foul-mouthed thing. I thought perhaps he was the boy's father, but he said they are of no relation.") Hita answers back a ting irritation clear in her voice.
("They sure let there males roam here, don't they? So why is he still here.") Tanvi interrupts. She looks over to him, Hita following her gaze, her eyes lingering on him longer than Hita's as she looks him up and down, assessing his damage. ("What did you do, Hita? He's just a male, you are a female...you should not have been so rough on him, no matter how foul his mouth is? We might as well be sure to get a challenge out of this.") Tanvi says as an almost shamed look comes across Hita's face.
Flashback Ends...
Even so, the Fool is a man, who put himself into the situation that got him into the fight. To think me so low as to fight a child, I'd never...and I can't help, but wonder is that kind of thing common here. Tanvi thinks then says, "I came here to speak with the boy's mother. I asked him to fetch her and he refused. His words were, 'No way, you green freak. You stay away from my mother.' I see lack of respect runs in the family blood line, didn't anyone teach him the proper respect."
Mrs. Briefs turns to her grandson and looks at him reproachfully, "Now Trunks, your mother taught you better than that."
Trunks mouth flies open, "But Grandma, she's dangerous, she's the one who hurt Dad. What if she hurts Mom?" Mrs. Briefs giggles a little. Tanvi arches an eye-ridge, Does she think her daughter so powerful that it's laughable to think anyone could beat her. What arrogance?
"Trunks, if she had any intension of killing us? I'm sure she could have just blown up the city." Mrs. Briefs says trying to nudge SSJ Trunks. He doesn't move. "Come on now, Trunks. What do they call it?" She stops to think for a moment, tapping one finger on her temple in thought, "Hummm..." Then with an eureka hand jester, she says excitedly, "Aw yes," Her excitement calms a bit and she goes on, "Come on now Trunks, power-down, and go get your mother." Trunks reluctantly powers down, and his grandmother turns him around, "She's in lab 54, now scoot." She says giving him a little push, and a pat to the rear.
Trunks runs off to get his mother, leaving Tanvi and his grandmother a lone. Tanvi stares at Mrs. Briefs blankly, Mrs. Briefs oblivious to the intensity of the stare. Moments pass in a thick silence, so Mrs. Briefs being the ever-dutiful hostess, and just not liking the quiet begins to talk.
"You know that wasn't very nice, what you did to poor Vegeta. I'm not to sure my Bulma will want to talk to you. She was very upset about the whole thing, and my Bulma's always been one with a quick temper." Mrs. Briefs says calmly in a reproachful yet upbeat tone. An awkward silence passes between them.
Tanvi folds her arms over her chest, thinking haughtily, Is she trying to scare me with this crap? '...Bulma's always been one with a quick temper...' Mrs. Briefs words play back in Tanvi's mind, but to understand why she's getting so upset, let's translate this into the terms of Old Namek. Translation: My daughter is going to come out here and kick your ass. '...that wasn't very nice what you did to poor Vegeta...' Translation: You shouldn't have been messing with Vegeta. '...I'm not to sure she'll want to talk...' Translation: She's going to fight you. '...She was very upset...' Translation: She's very pissed. Please, she doesn't know with whom she deals. She'll have to do a lot better than that if she wants to shake me. As though answering her thoughts, Mrs. Briefs begins to speak again, and Tanvi can't help, but think, Is she some kind of high level telepath with powers so great they can even pierce my Namekian mental barriers?
"Soooo, I hear you've come to the planet for Piccolo, that's so unfortunate. He's quiet and a bit on the grumpy side, but he's a very kindhearted man. He and m...." Mrs. Briefs chirps in a bubbly way, but is cut off by yelling from behind her.
"MOM!!! Stop being so friendly to her!" Bulma yells fiercely as she stocks up to stand beside her mother, Trunks at her side.
"Now, Bulma honey, calm down." Mrs. Briefs sooths, turning to face her daughter, "There's no need to have such bad manners."
"She's the one who hurt Vegeta, and she's probably here to kill us all, so I might as well say my peace." Bulma barks angrily.
Tanvi stands calm as she watches the display, sizing Bulma up. She can't find any power level just like Mrs. Briefs, She's good, better than I thought, not even I have that kind of control. She's furious and still manages to keep her power under control. She wants me to make the first move, to underestimate her. I'll do only one. Let's get this started.
She places her hands at her sides, making herself ready for Bulma's attack, then demands her voice even and dangerous, "Listen, I came here to speak with you, but," she powers-up a bit in a flash of purple firer, "if you want to take this to the next level, step to me." Her power level is as high as her father's was when he fought Gohan, pieces of the ground flying up in chunks with the hurricane of power. The firer cools into a flame. Bulma shuts her mouth instantly at Tanvi's words, and show of strength.
With a scream of power, Trunks powers-up to SSJ, and in a blink, he stands in front of his mother protectively.
"Leave my Mom alone!" Trunks yells forcefully. Tanvi eyes the boy with aversion, and turns a hate filled glare to his mother. Her fists clinch in pure fury at this display, a deep growl of rage coming from her throat as she bares her fangs, I understand very clearly what kind of a female this Bulma is. Bulma can see the hate in her glare as well as Mrs. Briefs. They both shrink back, further to hide behind Trunks, in terror. She turns her glare to Mrs. Briefs as well.
"You call yourselves WOMEN!!!" Tanvi yells with complete revulsion at both the women hiding behind the small boy. Instantly, her right arm shot out from her side, shooting a transparent glowing blue orb covered in dark purple lighting bolts as she screams, "Confining Orb Shining Light!" Trunks stands his ground preparing to block the attack, but as soon as the orb hits him, it consumes him whole, tripling in size. It doesn't hurt, Trunks notes, but he's trapped inside. It's still transparent, so he can see what's going on.
"Trunks!" Both humans yell as they see the colorful orb consume him. In a blink, Tanvi has Bulma jacked up to eye level by the collar of her lab coat. Her eyes burn in to Bulma's and it's all she can do not to faint. Trunks seeing this struggles with all his might to be freed, but the orb simply absorbs his energy.
"I despise women like you." Tanvi says her voice laced with venom, a cool aggression surrounding them all. She turns her head to eye Mrs. Briefs detestfully as well. She turns back to Bulma, "You hide behind your own child. He is a son, but does he have no value to you?" She turns to look at Mrs. Briefs, "And you, no wonder you thought I would fight a child." Tanvi spits at her feet, "Not even the respectable traditionalist, on my home world would stoop so low, as to use Shield Training on there males, and one so young at that." She looks between them both slowly, "I have haft the mind to kill you both, but being without the head of there house holds wouldn't be good for them either." She looks back to Bulma her eyes burning into hers with rage, "Obviously, you know I'm superior to you, so listen very carefully, you had better get your house in order, and keep your men out of my affairs. If the Fool, the one you call Vegeta interferes in my affairs again, I will not hurt him. I will come see you, and I guaranty it, only one will part." She drops Bulma then, and looks to Trunks, "Be wise boy, and don't test my patients. I will not kill you, but I will hurt you." She waves a hand in his direction and the orb releases him. She flies away.
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Hey, everyone that's chapter 3! Hope you like it.
Hummm...I wonder????
I wonder how Chi-Chi well respond if two Namek show up on her doorstep.
Keep this a secret, but you might just fine out in Chapter 4.
Will Piccolo get to New Namek? Find out in the Next chapter of But there are no Female Nameks.