Author: Nadz
Email: vegitto02 at yahoo dot com

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DragonTek (Part II: The Blood Saga)

Chapter 14 – Interference

"Master Shinjo, we've searched over a week, and we haven't even found one Dragonball!" the short man breathed heavily as he sat down on a rock. Gecko had been personally accompanying his master, who had come to Earth in search of the legendary spheres. The master had purposely chosen this time to find the balls – with the Earth under the attack of the Radam, everybody would distracted fighting the enemy. Nobody would care to pay him much attention.

"I told you that it would take time to find the first ball. After I find the first one, I will be able to calibrate my scouter to search for the remaining balls," replied the master. He stood a little over six feet in height; his face was chiseled, and his body was strong. He kept his tail wrapped around his waist and kept a long overcoat to hide it. He did not want to be noticed, for he had an important mission to complete.

"But, sir, it's taking too long to even find the first one! Our time is running short," came the reply from another member of his team, Rubiko, a human of darker complexion. This individual had a thin nose and a machine-like claw for a right hand. His words caused the leader to stop and think about his mission.

"You are correct, but it's been such a long while since I left this planet. Perhaps I've just wanted to spend the time enjoying the greenery out here, in the middle of nowhere. It certainly is peaceful and refreshing, isn't it?" smiled the leader. Yet, he remembered that he had a certain objective that must be achieved in time, and he had to do it. However, all he could do now was wait.

'She has been gone a while,' Shinjo thought to himself. 'She should be returning soon.'

"Alena, how do you feel?" questioned Bezel, whose hologram appeared in front of her. Alena was calmly eating some fruits as she sat in a cave in the countryside. She heard a noise and curiously peered towards the direction; it was only a squirrel. Watching it with intense curiosity as it nibbled at remnants of an apple core, the girl only smiled thinly. Her red irises returned to the holographic image in front of her.

"Did you enjoy your practice runs?" he questioned. "All three of them?"

"They were nothing more than child's play," came the bored response.

"But they were your college friends," commented the Radam Leader. "You felt nothing?"

"Why should I have?" the girl muttered back. "I have no connection with them anymore."

"What you say pleases me, Alena," smiled Bezel.

"But what I have done does not please me," frowned the girl, tossing away another apple core. "My lord, I have been waiting patiently to do something grand, but you have given me no such mission so far. It has been one week since I have gained these new powers, and I am doing nothing with them."

"Yes, I suppose you are right," the Radam nodded, satisfied that the Saiya-jin girl was under his full control. "Yet, Omega seems to have suspended his attack for the time being, and so I want to keep you invisible until he decides to strike again."

"So, I suppose I will be receiving yet another pointless assignment," the girl sighed.

"Worry not, for you will have your challenge in due time," assured Bezel, looking hard at her. "I see that you have no qualms in taking the lives of your friends. Now, I wonder whether you will be able to take the lives of the members of your own family."

"Why would they be any different?" Alena narrowed her eyes. "Radam is my family now."

"Good," came the reply. "The first family member you are to eliminate is Anita, the grandmother of your cousin Kenshin. Kill her and no one else, and do not make your presence known."

"More child's play," muttered Alena, shaking her head.

"Don't lie to me. You know full well where your Dragonball is!"

'What is a Dragonball?' Vegita wondered as he continued to listen carefully to the conversation.

"Well, I … think I recall now," the man's voice quivered. "I sold it to my friend; he must have it."

"Don't play games with me; I know you have it. If you don't tell me right now where the damn thing is, I'm pulling this trigger," the woman's voice said, and Vegita widened his eyes.

"I'm telling you… I don't know…" the man fell silent as the woman fired her laser.

'That's it!' Vegita thought as he jumped in through the window, interrupting the crime currently taking place. The room was completely dark except for a small candlelight and the light now coming in through the window he had just broken. Inside, a well-dressed, blindfolded, balding man was tied to a chair, non-injured and very much alive. Four people, wearing black masks and body suits, were each holding a semi-automatic laser rifle. The fifth, their leader, pointed her gun towards Vegita.

"Who are you?" demanded the girl, looking at the young man that just dropped in. The whole mass of his black hair was spiking upwards, and his eyes squinted in order to adjust to the lack of light. The man himself was wearing a sleeveless black T-shirt, his ripped muscles bulging down his entire arm. He was looking calmly at her with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his blue jeans.

"What do you want with this man?" asked Vegita, now able to see the leader's eyes.

"What's it to you? If you get lost now, we'll pretend you never showed up."

"I'm sorry, but I just can't do that. You're going to let this man go now."

"So punk, you're giving the orders now?" laughed the girl, still pointing the gun at Vegita.

"Say, what's your name?" asked Vegita with a slight smile, trying a different strategy in order to avoid making a blatant display of his powers. "I wonder what you look like under that mask. If you're pretty, then I'll wonder why you're getting yourself into this business."

"You're quite a fellow, trying to hit on me during a crime. Or are you just stupid?"

"I have a Dragonball," Vegita lied. "You can just have mine instead of his."

The girl laughed in response, surprising Vegita. She did have a nice laugh; it sounded innocent.

"Really? Well then, we can't forget we've seen you now, can we?" she asked. "Where is it?"

"It's… back at my house; yeah, it's there," he said. "So, if I give it to you, will you let him go?"

"You really are stupid. Having one Dragonball isn't enough; I need them all," she asserted. "Now you're going to tell me where your house is, or else I'm going to blow out both of your little brains. Mr. Matano, doesn't it feel nice that your fate lies in the hands of this punk?"

"Congratulations, you tricked me," calmly replied Vegita. "You can do whatever you want. I won't give it to you at all. You can just go ahead and fry us both."

'Why is this guy so calm? I'm holding a powerful laser, and he doesn't give a damn?' the girl wondered. Something was strange about this youth; the look in his eye was eerie. She now moved her laser back to the man's head, and her four accomplices pointed their rifles at Vegita. She pointed her blaster back at the man in the chair. Vegita noticed her hand was slightly trembling, almost nervous.

"The last shot I heard was a warning shot, wasn't it?" asked Vegita.

"This one will be for real," she replied, her voice beginning to quiver.

"Go ahead, then," replied Vegita, his eyes staring coolly at the girl in black. "But I have a last request before my execution… I want to see who you are. If we die, it won't matter that I saw your face."

"Fair enough," replied the girl as she pulled off her mask to reveal her pretty face. Her thin lips and her green eyes captured Vegita's stare, and her straight brown-black hair was wrapped in a bun.

'Hot! Hot! Hot!' Vegita couldn't take his eyes off her. However, he remembered the situation he was in, and he snapped to attention. The girl continued to examine him curiously, wondering who he was.

"Now, put the gun down," Vegita calmly said as he walked towards her. He heard the noise of the silent accomplices warm up their guns. He saw her hands now trembling, her palms getting sweaty as she continued to grip her blaster. Before she was able to lose focus, she swung her blaster at Vegita and fired.

The Saiya-jin effortlessly knocked the shot away, and the girl narrowed her eyes.

"You're one of them, just like I thought," she muttered as she tossed her blaster aside.

"One of them?" Vegita asked quizzically. The girl snapped her fingers, and her accomplices began to fire on the young man, who easily either dodged or slapped away their attacks. Not one of their blasts had even a remote effect on Vegita.

'Easily deflecting their shots, just as he did with mine,' thought the girl. 'These local gangsters are incredibly useless. Why did I waste my time and money hiring them?'

"You know, this is not a good line of work to follow," Vegita preached. "In a time like this, you should be helping the rest of humanity recover from the alien attack rather than taking advantage of the lack of police officers, many of which died while protecting the innocent during the alien invasion."

Now the accomplices were outright frightened. They started to run, but Vegita rounded them up. He pulled off their masks and guessed that each one of them was under thirty years. They were terrified of him, a punk that couldn't be harmed. With a quick stroke, Vegita gently knocked them all unconscious.

The girl simply sat and eyed the young Saiya-jin man in the meantime.

"No, they will be back in a few hours," Anita said as she hung up the phone. Kenshin and Ichiro had gone to the downtown area and were helping in the rebuilding projects. Turning her head, she looked out the window to see Megumi, Ichiro's wife, cleaning up the garden out back. The grandmother smiled as she resumed peeling potatoes for the dinner she was preparing. The doorbell rang.

"Alena!" Anita gasped in shock upon opening the door. The young woman coolly smiled.

"Well, aren't you going to let me in?" the girl flashed her irises red, stepping into the house.

"My God…" Anita whispered, closing the door behind them. "Where have you been?"

"Around," she answered, turning around. "Long enough to know that you're home alone."

"What does that mean?" Anita appeared confused. "Alena, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, nothing. Just the fact that I've been missing for two weeks and that nobody has had the competence to find me," she smirked slyly. "But truthfully, that doesn't bother me… oh, no, it doesn't."

"Alena, you're scaring me," the old woman began to breathe heavily, her hand on the doorknob.

"Am I?" the girl smirked, stepping towards her. "What I really care about is the fact that you're a Saiya-jin… and a mother to other Saiya-jin. How could you spawn more of those murderers?"

"What are you talking about?" trembled Anita, now completely frightened.

"A Saiya-jin is nothing but a beast of death," Alena narrowed her eyes. "It must be removed."

"Removed?" Anita whispered, moving away. "What's gotten into you? You're one of us!"

"One of you?" Alena mumbled as she pulled out her jagged red crystal. "You better wake up."

"What is that?" asked a terrified Anita, her back against the door. "What are you going to do?"

"They say that crystals make beautiful ornaments for the dead," Alena purred as she forced her palm over the old woman's mouth, gripping the ruby item such that the jagged tip protruded from her fist.

"Ale…" the grandmother's cries of protest were muffled.

"It'll make one for you too," Alena smiled. "Let's keep this little incident between us, shall we?"

Anita shut her eyes and shrieked as the young woman drove the sharp tip of the crystal into her exposed facial regions. The pain was excruciating, and the victim could do nothing to stop her attacker. Slashing up and down, left and right, Alena delightfully rearranged the mess that was once a face. The old lady slumped to the floor, and the girl continued to mutilate her body. Alena dipped the tip of her crystal into the pool of redness and inscribed the word "BLOOD" on the wall next to the grandmother's corpse.

The girl only smirked as she activated her crystal; she was soon enveloped by a crystal-red color as she burst through the window, shattering it to small fragments. In the middle of gardening, Kenshin's mother, Megumi, suddenly turned her head upon seeing the window pieces fall to the ground and a bolt of crimson light race towards the sky. She ran into the house, found Anita's body, and fainted.