Chapter 7: Home Again
"I don't get it." Nappa said, scratching the back of his head. "Our scanners said this place was one hundred percent human!"
The three were in Vegeta's room, Nappa sitting on the edge of his bed, Radditz tossing a baseball around, and Vegeta leaning against the wall. All of them were still in their school uniforms, sort of. Nappa had on his pants, but he had already ditched his shoes, socks, coat, and had his shirt unbuttoned in the top. Radditz and Vegeta only wore their navy-blue pants, since it was hot with the surprising heat wave that had come in, and they knew the girls totally dug their washboard abs. (Don't deny it, ladies)
"But when we scanned it, we were still on Vegetasi, and Earth's years go by faster than Vegetasi's." Vegeta explained, "It would have been easy for anyone to get on Earth after we scanned it."
"So how many years have gone by back home?" Radditz asked.
"We've been here for about three months, so I'd say a month or so." Vegeta replied, "But that's only if we were to leave and arrive at this moment on Vegetasi."
"Yea, yea, I know the scientific bull." Nappa growled, "What I don't get is why you're bothering yourself with that freak."
"What makes you say she's a freak?" Radditz asked, turning the ball over in his fingers.
"Because she looks human, but she sure as hell isn't with the speed and strength she has."
"I say she's a half-breed."
Nappa and Radditz looked at Vegeta with puzzled looks, and Vegeta explained, "That's why she looks human, but she's stronger than one. She got the genes for human phenotype, but then got the genes for alien strength."
"How? Aren't alien genes recessive?"
"No; their dominant. Based on the past mutant projects, alien genetic characteristics are dominant over weak race's genetic characteristics." Vegeta replied, "If B were to have two parents, one human and one alien, she could have easily acquired both sets."
"No." Nappa replied, shaking his head, "there's only a few species that have both of those traits, and at that skill."
"She could have trained."
"No."
"Fine!" Radditz snapped, "It doesn't bother me about what she's up to-but what she knows! She saw us training, and she heard Nappa and me in the library! She's already suspicious. She knows we aren't human, and she probably thinks we aren't diplomats either!" He was clutching the baseball tightly with a scowl on his face. "You both call me an idiot, when I'm the only one focused on the real concern at hand!"
Nappa lowered his heads slightly in a silent apology. Vegeta, however, wore a snarl on his face, and he growled, "You two what?"
Nappa looked up and scowled at Radditz, and Radditz tried to hide his slight fear.
"B overheard Nappa and I talking in the library."
"What did she hear?"
"Not much. We mention humans and the word mission, but that was about it."
Vegeta relaxed a bit, but then replied, "Then we keep around the clock watch on her. I don't want her to know anything else. And-" He pointed his finger at the two threateningly, "No slip-ups."
Then he left to train, slamming the door behind him.
"Thinks he knows this is his room?"
"Naw. To angry to care."
"That's not good."
"So.who's going to watch her tonight?"
"I guess Vegeta is."
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B slammed her door, and stomped into her room. Again! She had been caught again! A girl-almost woman-of her experience couldn't get into that stupid secret lab Dr. Briefs has without one of his co-workers recognizing her! What did he do, give out little pocket-pictures of her Ju-V mug shots as a Christmas bonus last year?
"I can't BELIEVE this!"
"You can't believe what?"
B looked over toward her balcony, and say a teenage boy standing there, one door open with the curtain flying, the other closed with him leaning against it.
He had naturally spiky orange hair, green eyes, and the kind of smirk you'd see on the stupid characters in an anime movie. He wore torn-up jeans, a worn-out red t-shirt under a black zip-up jacket, and two gray winter gloves with the fingers torn off. His shoes were torn-up converses he had bought from a yard sale in the suburbs for two dollars.
His name was Tama, and he was one of B's oldest friends. He kept smiling, and then said, "Long time no see B!" He stood up right, and held out his arms. "Can I get a hug from my favorite hustler?" B rolled her eyes, and walked into his arms, liking the warmth and friendship that seemed to surround them.
Tama paused, and then said, "You know what I was just thinking?"
"What?"
"I wonder is girl cooties are real."
B drew back and hit him playfully, and then said, "You always say the wrong things at the wrong time, you know that?"
"Yes-it's such a horrible habit of mine." Tama said dramatically, in a woe- is-me pose, leaning back with his hand covering his eyes.
B rolled her eyes again.
"Anyway, "Tama said, quickly getting back into a normal stance, "If you don't like how I talk, why don't you go see if you like the way everyone else talks?"
B sat down in the only chair in the room, the love seat that she had bought and put against the wall for reading, and eyed Tama curiously.
"You know I'm not allowed."
Tama sighed, ruffling his hair with a dirty hand, partly covered by a severed glove. "I knew you'd say that. Look, the guys sent me to come get you as soon as they heard you'd gotten out. We miss ya, dude!"
"Miss me?" B replied, rather amused, "Even Mars?"
"Even Mars. He says, and I quote, 'I miss my old' punching bag' end quote."
B rolled her eyes for the millionth time. "That sounds like old' Mars."
"Then let's go already!"
"Fine; but if I get caught, I'm going to tell them you kidnapped me."
"Oh, so I can go to Ju-V now?"
"Well, the company is usually pretty good."
"How's the food?"
"The eggs tried to take over."
"Riiight."
"I'm leaving." Radditz and Nappa looked up at Vegeta, surprised looks on their faces. They had been training, and hadn't seen Vegeta anywhere. They had wondered mildly where he had gone off to, but had later decided that he could take care of himself-besides, worrying was just another emotional weakness.
Nappa, on the floor and bleeding again with Radditz standing above him as usual, looked at Vegeta, and said, "My Prince-I mean, Vegeta, where are you going?"
Vegeta let the slip-up go, and said briskly, "I'm going to follow B tonight. You two stay here, and don't go to sleep until I get back, in case I lose her on the way back."
"Yes sire." The two replied in union, only to have Vegeta's eyes narrow at them coldly.
"You know your orders-including those about which to call me by. So obey them!" he snapped, and then was gone.
B, after changing clothes, was on her way into her old home with Tama. She was now wearing a white tank top, red fighting gloves, jeans, and her old black converses from Ju-V. She had had those converses since before being arrested, and always wore them when she was allowed.
Tama walked silently in front of her, but she hardly noticed. She was taking in the sights, sounds and smells of her old familiar surroundings. She swam in all of the good memories, until her mind began to float in those not so beautiful. Then she jerked herself back to reality, her last thought of a bad memory lingering in her mind, 'I failed, and then ran like a coward..'
She frowned, and looked up at the sky, stopping for a moment. It was almost a full moon tonight. Closing her eyes and bathing herself in the moon's light, she slipped from reality again..
"B!"
B jolted back again, and looked bewildered at Tama. "Oh, sorry." she murmured, "Must've dozed off there.."
Tama frowned, and then smiled. "We're almost there!" Tama ran out of excitement, and B smiled, running after him. She caught up with him, and then exclaimed, "First one back pays for the fries!"
Tama laughed. "You're on!"
The two raced to the small building looming in the distance, Vegeta following closely behind.
He was utterly disgusted with the small neighborhood. It was not only filthy, but it was trashy, and had tinge of the smell of blood in the atmosphere. Never had he ever been in such a place, or had to. He was a Prince, royalty, so why should he venture in such ruins? He cursed his father for getting him into this mess, and continued to follow them at what he could call a very slow pace, as they sprinted ahead.
Vegeta watched them slip into a building as filthily as the rest, but much more crowded. It was already loud, and yet a voice from a megaphone beamed from it as well. Confused, wondering why they would want to add to the already deafening noise (with his sensitive hearing, anyway), he continued forward, and entered the building.
Tama beamed as he slammed his flush onto the rickety poker table. His green eyes sparkled and he laughed with the tone of a proud victor.
"Ha-ha! Got ya' again!"
Three other men sat around him at the table, grumbling and making gestures of defeat. They were Mars, Keiichi, and Lei. Each man-or teenager, if you were Mars or Keiichi-were from the ragged neighborhood, and this was simply a Saturday night ritual.
Mars a black teenage boy with the body of a fit basketball player and freshly braided cornrows. He wore a black long-sleeve shirt with a burgundy t-shirt over top, with a hooded zip-up jacket over that. Mars was never seen without a toothpick twisting around as he moved his jaw, and this was no different. He had one in his mouth at the moment as he rubbed his head and growled at Tama, who had won the third poker game in a row.
"Boy, you crack-head-carrot-top, you lucky you ain't living in my apartment building." He snapped.
Keiichi rubbed sighed laying down his cards and putting his chin in his hands. "Now how am I supposed to pay rent?" he murmured.
Keiichi had black hair as messy as Tama's, blue eyes, and hard knuckles. He had a slim, yet not too scrawny body, and wore clothes similar to Tama. Keiichi worked in a car repair shop, so he usually had grease or oil embedded in his fingernails, and his hands were rough and coarse.
Lei leaned back, whistling sadly, shaking his head.
"I'm tell'n ya, Tama, you gonna make us dirt poor." Lei was a tanned Mexican, with short blown back, brown hair and light brown eyes.
He was the size of the average guy, but not as bony as Keiichi and Tama, and not as tall and lean as Mars. His hands were a bit softer, rounder, except for the dirty fingernails. He dressed a lot like everyone else around; dark, ragged clothing picked up from the local Salvation Army and thrift stores.
B laughed, watching mildly as the three older men were beaten by the scrawny, seemingly dumber red-haired boy. Tama was barely sixteen, while Keiichi was eighteen, Mars was seventeen, and Lei was almost twenty-one. Tama and B had always been the youngest, and with B gone, Tama had been the youngest of the once four, now again five.
Tama gathered up the cards with a swoop of his dirty hands, and began flipping and shuffling them around, getting ready for another round.
He had already gladly shoved the money he had won into the pocket of his baggy pants, beaming all the way.
B, however, never did like to gamble. She always watched, and laughed and smiled at the four men and/or young adults.
"Ready for another rou-"
Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a voice boomed over the old speakers.
"WELCOME, FINE LADIES AND BOYS TO THE START OF THE CAGE FIGHTING TOURNAMENT!"
They looked up, and B smiled.
"IT WILL BEGIN IN FIVE MINUTES, SO SIGN UP, GET IN LINE, AND WE'LL GET THIS THING GO'N!
WINNER WILL BE GIVEN FIVE GRAND! YEA, THAT'S RIGHT-FIVE GRAND! SO SIGN UP, GET IN LINE, AND WE'LL SEE JUST WHO IS THE TOP FIGHTER, UP HERE IN THIS JOINT!"
As the announcement ended, the four males looked at B, eyebrows raised and expecting looks on each dirty face.
B rolled her eyes, and nodded. Then she got up, and walked over to the line forming at the gates of the cage.
Vegeta watched her walk over, and also saw her withdrawal as Tama offered her a hand of cards. She obviously had good morals, even is she was just some human.
As soon as B walked up, she seemed to make no waver in the line. Maybe Nappa and Radditz were just being weak after all, and she really wasn't that strong. If she were then people would have scattered, right? Or do they not recognize her, since she had been gone for so long?
His head buzzed with questions, each demanding an answer. Finally, a voice in the back of his head spoke up, and asked, 'Why do you care anyway? She is obviously no match for you.'
He growled, and answered, 'It is my duty, laid down by my father, to investigate this planet. She is questionable, there fore a threat of completing my task and returning home.'
The voice, unable to reply, was silent.
B stepped up as her voice was called on the speakers into the fighting cage, and the door was slammed behind her by one of the workers at the bar.
She had figured she'd get herself into something like this, so she had brought tape to wrap around her hands and her wrists, starting at her knuckles.
Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, and she smiled as she looked at the man in front of her.
He was a black man with a large afro with a pick sticking out of it, red, scuffed up boxing gloves, no shirt over his well-built chest, black pants, and Nike tennis shoes covering his feet. He smirked, his jaw moving around, chewing either gum or tobacco. He then proceeded to spit, and tried to stare at B with a scary look.
B's eyes simply narrowed, already knowing that he was starting to underestimate her strength. She was going to kick his booty with a bang, and then everyone would see her for the awesome chick-fighter she was.
Unbeknownst of her, Vegeta still sat in the corner, watching her, recording everything in the most incredible memory known to creation.
She spat, copying her opponent, and then the bell rang.
The man smirked, and tried to launch at her, only to be greeted by her slamming her knee into his stomach with the speed of sound itself. Spit flew from his mouth, and his eyes went wide like Radditz had when realizing the amount of power she must have. Then she twisted on her side, and quickly slammed him in the head with a slam from her other foot.
He then fell, and she retreated some.
She turned around, making both of them back to back. Just as he was about to stand, she closed her eyes, and threatened, "If you stand, I will defeat you. But if you can devise a way to come to me by not walking, I will let you try."
"Oh really?" he asked, wiping the blood from his mouth, head hung. Then he looked up at his opponent's back, and snapped, "Your back is turned, so how would you know?"
Without waiting for an answer, he jumped at her, ready to punch her. Much to his regret, he hadn't remembered the fact that she was shorter than he, and as he tried to punch her in the back, she leaned down, and elbowed him in the stomach while his fist hit raw air.
Blood spurted from his mouth once more, and before he could hit the ground again, B twisted around and kicked him in the head, and then pulled the fan move like before -see chapter 6- and then in that position, kicked him and then punched him two more times.
The man was pronounced out, and rushed to a hospital.
Oh-and by the way, after her warning, everything she did was at the speed of light.
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So, she really is that strong! How, and why?
Keep reading, and you might find out!
And I'm really sorry that I didn't update sooner! We had computer trouble, and had to get a WHOLE NEW COMPUTER!!!!!!!!! This one's a lot nicer, but it's still a pain to have to learn how to type on a different type of key board. Talk about pain in the booty!
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"I don't get it." Nappa said, scratching the back of his head. "Our scanners said this place was one hundred percent human!"
The three were in Vegeta's room, Nappa sitting on the edge of his bed, Radditz tossing a baseball around, and Vegeta leaning against the wall. All of them were still in their school uniforms, sort of. Nappa had on his pants, but he had already ditched his shoes, socks, coat, and had his shirt unbuttoned in the top. Radditz and Vegeta only wore their navy-blue pants, since it was hot with the surprising heat wave that had come in, and they knew the girls totally dug their washboard abs. (Don't deny it, ladies)
"But when we scanned it, we were still on Vegetasi, and Earth's years go by faster than Vegetasi's." Vegeta explained, "It would have been easy for anyone to get on Earth after we scanned it."
"So how many years have gone by back home?" Radditz asked.
"We've been here for about three months, so I'd say a month or so." Vegeta replied, "But that's only if we were to leave and arrive at this moment on Vegetasi."
"Yea, yea, I know the scientific bull." Nappa growled, "What I don't get is why you're bothering yourself with that freak."
"What makes you say she's a freak?" Radditz asked, turning the ball over in his fingers.
"Because she looks human, but she sure as hell isn't with the speed and strength she has."
"I say she's a half-breed."
Nappa and Radditz looked at Vegeta with puzzled looks, and Vegeta explained, "That's why she looks human, but she's stronger than one. She got the genes for human phenotype, but then got the genes for alien strength."
"How? Aren't alien genes recessive?"
"No; their dominant. Based on the past mutant projects, alien genetic characteristics are dominant over weak race's genetic characteristics." Vegeta replied, "If B were to have two parents, one human and one alien, she could have easily acquired both sets."
"No." Nappa replied, shaking his head, "there's only a few species that have both of those traits, and at that skill."
"She could have trained."
"No."
"Fine!" Radditz snapped, "It doesn't bother me about what she's up to-but what she knows! She saw us training, and she heard Nappa and me in the library! She's already suspicious. She knows we aren't human, and she probably thinks we aren't diplomats either!" He was clutching the baseball tightly with a scowl on his face. "You both call me an idiot, when I'm the only one focused on the real concern at hand!"
Nappa lowered his heads slightly in a silent apology. Vegeta, however, wore a snarl on his face, and he growled, "You two what?"
Nappa looked up and scowled at Radditz, and Radditz tried to hide his slight fear.
"B overheard Nappa and I talking in the library."
"What did she hear?"
"Not much. We mention humans and the word mission, but that was about it."
Vegeta relaxed a bit, but then replied, "Then we keep around the clock watch on her. I don't want her to know anything else. And-" He pointed his finger at the two threateningly, "No slip-ups."
Then he left to train, slamming the door behind him.
"Thinks he knows this is his room?"
"Naw. To angry to care."
"That's not good."
"So.who's going to watch her tonight?"
"I guess Vegeta is."
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B slammed her door, and stomped into her room. Again! She had been caught again! A girl-almost woman-of her experience couldn't get into that stupid secret lab Dr. Briefs has without one of his co-workers recognizing her! What did he do, give out little pocket-pictures of her Ju-V mug shots as a Christmas bonus last year?
"I can't BELIEVE this!"
"You can't believe what?"
B looked over toward her balcony, and say a teenage boy standing there, one door open with the curtain flying, the other closed with him leaning against it.
He had naturally spiky orange hair, green eyes, and the kind of smirk you'd see on the stupid characters in an anime movie. He wore torn-up jeans, a worn-out red t-shirt under a black zip-up jacket, and two gray winter gloves with the fingers torn off. His shoes were torn-up converses he had bought from a yard sale in the suburbs for two dollars.
His name was Tama, and he was one of B's oldest friends. He kept smiling, and then said, "Long time no see B!" He stood up right, and held out his arms. "Can I get a hug from my favorite hustler?" B rolled her eyes, and walked into his arms, liking the warmth and friendship that seemed to surround them.
Tama paused, and then said, "You know what I was just thinking?"
"What?"
"I wonder is girl cooties are real."
B drew back and hit him playfully, and then said, "You always say the wrong things at the wrong time, you know that?"
"Yes-it's such a horrible habit of mine." Tama said dramatically, in a woe- is-me pose, leaning back with his hand covering his eyes.
B rolled her eyes again.
"Anyway, "Tama said, quickly getting back into a normal stance, "If you don't like how I talk, why don't you go see if you like the way everyone else talks?"
B sat down in the only chair in the room, the love seat that she had bought and put against the wall for reading, and eyed Tama curiously.
"You know I'm not allowed."
Tama sighed, ruffling his hair with a dirty hand, partly covered by a severed glove. "I knew you'd say that. Look, the guys sent me to come get you as soon as they heard you'd gotten out. We miss ya, dude!"
"Miss me?" B replied, rather amused, "Even Mars?"
"Even Mars. He says, and I quote, 'I miss my old' punching bag' end quote."
B rolled her eyes for the millionth time. "That sounds like old' Mars."
"Then let's go already!"
"Fine; but if I get caught, I'm going to tell them you kidnapped me."
"Oh, so I can go to Ju-V now?"
"Well, the company is usually pretty good."
"How's the food?"
"The eggs tried to take over."
"Riiight."
"I'm leaving." Radditz and Nappa looked up at Vegeta, surprised looks on their faces. They had been training, and hadn't seen Vegeta anywhere. They had wondered mildly where he had gone off to, but had later decided that he could take care of himself-besides, worrying was just another emotional weakness.
Nappa, on the floor and bleeding again with Radditz standing above him as usual, looked at Vegeta, and said, "My Prince-I mean, Vegeta, where are you going?"
Vegeta let the slip-up go, and said briskly, "I'm going to follow B tonight. You two stay here, and don't go to sleep until I get back, in case I lose her on the way back."
"Yes sire." The two replied in union, only to have Vegeta's eyes narrow at them coldly.
"You know your orders-including those about which to call me by. So obey them!" he snapped, and then was gone.
B, after changing clothes, was on her way into her old home with Tama. She was now wearing a white tank top, red fighting gloves, jeans, and her old black converses from Ju-V. She had had those converses since before being arrested, and always wore them when she was allowed.
Tama walked silently in front of her, but she hardly noticed. She was taking in the sights, sounds and smells of her old familiar surroundings. She swam in all of the good memories, until her mind began to float in those not so beautiful. Then she jerked herself back to reality, her last thought of a bad memory lingering in her mind, 'I failed, and then ran like a coward..'
She frowned, and looked up at the sky, stopping for a moment. It was almost a full moon tonight. Closing her eyes and bathing herself in the moon's light, she slipped from reality again..
"B!"
B jolted back again, and looked bewildered at Tama. "Oh, sorry." she murmured, "Must've dozed off there.."
Tama frowned, and then smiled. "We're almost there!" Tama ran out of excitement, and B smiled, running after him. She caught up with him, and then exclaimed, "First one back pays for the fries!"
Tama laughed. "You're on!"
The two raced to the small building looming in the distance, Vegeta following closely behind.
He was utterly disgusted with the small neighborhood. It was not only filthy, but it was trashy, and had tinge of the smell of blood in the atmosphere. Never had he ever been in such a place, or had to. He was a Prince, royalty, so why should he venture in such ruins? He cursed his father for getting him into this mess, and continued to follow them at what he could call a very slow pace, as they sprinted ahead.
Vegeta watched them slip into a building as filthily as the rest, but much more crowded. It was already loud, and yet a voice from a megaphone beamed from it as well. Confused, wondering why they would want to add to the already deafening noise (with his sensitive hearing, anyway), he continued forward, and entered the building.
Tama beamed as he slammed his flush onto the rickety poker table. His green eyes sparkled and he laughed with the tone of a proud victor.
"Ha-ha! Got ya' again!"
Three other men sat around him at the table, grumbling and making gestures of defeat. They were Mars, Keiichi, and Lei. Each man-or teenager, if you were Mars or Keiichi-were from the ragged neighborhood, and this was simply a Saturday night ritual.
Mars a black teenage boy with the body of a fit basketball player and freshly braided cornrows. He wore a black long-sleeve shirt with a burgundy t-shirt over top, with a hooded zip-up jacket over that. Mars was never seen without a toothpick twisting around as he moved his jaw, and this was no different. He had one in his mouth at the moment as he rubbed his head and growled at Tama, who had won the third poker game in a row.
"Boy, you crack-head-carrot-top, you lucky you ain't living in my apartment building." He snapped.
Keiichi rubbed sighed laying down his cards and putting his chin in his hands. "Now how am I supposed to pay rent?" he murmured.
Keiichi had black hair as messy as Tama's, blue eyes, and hard knuckles. He had a slim, yet not too scrawny body, and wore clothes similar to Tama. Keiichi worked in a car repair shop, so he usually had grease or oil embedded in his fingernails, and his hands were rough and coarse.
Lei leaned back, whistling sadly, shaking his head.
"I'm tell'n ya, Tama, you gonna make us dirt poor." Lei was a tanned Mexican, with short blown back, brown hair and light brown eyes.
He was the size of the average guy, but not as bony as Keiichi and Tama, and not as tall and lean as Mars. His hands were a bit softer, rounder, except for the dirty fingernails. He dressed a lot like everyone else around; dark, ragged clothing picked up from the local Salvation Army and thrift stores.
B laughed, watching mildly as the three older men were beaten by the scrawny, seemingly dumber red-haired boy. Tama was barely sixteen, while Keiichi was eighteen, Mars was seventeen, and Lei was almost twenty-one. Tama and B had always been the youngest, and with B gone, Tama had been the youngest of the once four, now again five.
Tama gathered up the cards with a swoop of his dirty hands, and began flipping and shuffling them around, getting ready for another round.
He had already gladly shoved the money he had won into the pocket of his baggy pants, beaming all the way.
B, however, never did like to gamble. She always watched, and laughed and smiled at the four men and/or young adults.
"Ready for another rou-"
Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a voice boomed over the old speakers.
"WELCOME, FINE LADIES AND BOYS TO THE START OF THE CAGE FIGHTING TOURNAMENT!"
They looked up, and B smiled.
"IT WILL BEGIN IN FIVE MINUTES, SO SIGN UP, GET IN LINE, AND WE'LL GET THIS THING GO'N!
WINNER WILL BE GIVEN FIVE GRAND! YEA, THAT'S RIGHT-FIVE GRAND! SO SIGN UP, GET IN LINE, AND WE'LL SEE JUST WHO IS THE TOP FIGHTER, UP HERE IN THIS JOINT!"
As the announcement ended, the four males looked at B, eyebrows raised and expecting looks on each dirty face.
B rolled her eyes, and nodded. Then she got up, and walked over to the line forming at the gates of the cage.
Vegeta watched her walk over, and also saw her withdrawal as Tama offered her a hand of cards. She obviously had good morals, even is she was just some human.
As soon as B walked up, she seemed to make no waver in the line. Maybe Nappa and Radditz were just being weak after all, and she really wasn't that strong. If she were then people would have scattered, right? Or do they not recognize her, since she had been gone for so long?
His head buzzed with questions, each demanding an answer. Finally, a voice in the back of his head spoke up, and asked, 'Why do you care anyway? She is obviously no match for you.'
He growled, and answered, 'It is my duty, laid down by my father, to investigate this planet. She is questionable, there fore a threat of completing my task and returning home.'
The voice, unable to reply, was silent.
B stepped up as her voice was called on the speakers into the fighting cage, and the door was slammed behind her by one of the workers at the bar.
She had figured she'd get herself into something like this, so she had brought tape to wrap around her hands and her wrists, starting at her knuckles.
Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, and she smiled as she looked at the man in front of her.
He was a black man with a large afro with a pick sticking out of it, red, scuffed up boxing gloves, no shirt over his well-built chest, black pants, and Nike tennis shoes covering his feet. He smirked, his jaw moving around, chewing either gum or tobacco. He then proceeded to spit, and tried to stare at B with a scary look.
B's eyes simply narrowed, already knowing that he was starting to underestimate her strength. She was going to kick his booty with a bang, and then everyone would see her for the awesome chick-fighter she was.
Unbeknownst of her, Vegeta still sat in the corner, watching her, recording everything in the most incredible memory known to creation.
She spat, copying her opponent, and then the bell rang.
The man smirked, and tried to launch at her, only to be greeted by her slamming her knee into his stomach with the speed of sound itself. Spit flew from his mouth, and his eyes went wide like Radditz had when realizing the amount of power she must have. Then she twisted on her side, and quickly slammed him in the head with a slam from her other foot.
He then fell, and she retreated some.
She turned around, making both of them back to back. Just as he was about to stand, she closed her eyes, and threatened, "If you stand, I will defeat you. But if you can devise a way to come to me by not walking, I will let you try."
"Oh really?" he asked, wiping the blood from his mouth, head hung. Then he looked up at his opponent's back, and snapped, "Your back is turned, so how would you know?"
Without waiting for an answer, he jumped at her, ready to punch her. Much to his regret, he hadn't remembered the fact that she was shorter than he, and as he tried to punch her in the back, she leaned down, and elbowed him in the stomach while his fist hit raw air.
Blood spurted from his mouth once more, and before he could hit the ground again, B twisted around and kicked him in the head, and then pulled the fan move like before -see chapter 6- and then in that position, kicked him and then punched him two more times.
The man was pronounced out, and rushed to a hospital.
Oh-and by the way, after her warning, everything she did was at the speed of light.
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So, she really is that strong! How, and why?
Keep reading, and you might find out!
And I'm really sorry that I didn't update sooner! We had computer trouble, and had to get a WHOLE NEW COMPUTER!!!!!!!!! This one's a lot nicer, but it's still a pain to have to learn how to type on a different type of key board. Talk about pain in the booty!
Review pretty please!!!!
-IHearVoices
