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Ch 5
## "Who are you?" The question burned in her mind, she had to know. ##
"Now that is the question on the hour isn't it?" He smirked down at her. "Let me first tell you who you are. Your name is Tarma, formerly of the western fields area. You fought your way to 2nd class and where appointed to the southern base. A little over six months ago you where sent out on a simple purge mission. Your pod dropped off the sensors somewhere in the Zetorn sector." He cocked his head to the side, while Tarma stared wide-eyed at him. "Now if you can behave I will let you up."
Tarma could only nod. Who the fuck was he and how did he know all this? He released her hands on sat back, grabbing a twig off the ground her popped into his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. She knew that all the pods had tracking devices but why would anyone care that one pod had disappeared? It wasn't like it had been her first purge, just her first solo. He must have seen the wheel turning in her head.
"The king doesn't take to the idea of even one saiyan getting captured. The next ship that passed thru that sector was ordered to lie over and figure out if you where dead or not. They found your pod and signs that it had been tampered with .Not something the crown takes lightly. So a full investigation was started on the matter. The tampering was traced back to a Colnean tech." He smirked. "It wasn't too hard to get the whole story out of him after that. Then the only question was if we should just blow the whole fucking planet up or try and get you out first. Lucky for you woman your base commander spoke highly of you." He leaned back on the ground, still chewing on the twig. "My crew was free and we drew the duty. So here I am, saving your ass. You should thank me." He rasied his head and winked at her.
Tarma gapped at him and got to her feet. She sputtered with rage. Of all the egocentric, hardheaded males! Thank him! She gathered herself and glared daggers at him.
"You think I should thank you? What did you think that Kito would just let me go once you showed up?" Her voice quavered with barely controlled fury. "Do you have any clue what is going to happen once they figure out what you have done? They will round up every armed warrior they have and find someone with the override code. We have maybe two hours before they get in here." She waved upwards. "The dome is like the bars of the cells damn it! Did you think they would let me roam free in here if they had even the smallest doubt that I could get out?" She turned her back to him, her tail thrashing.
It started as a low sound and at first Tarma wasn't sure what she heard but it grew. He laughed, long and hard. When she turned he was laughing so hard he rolled on the ground, beating one fist in the dirt. After a few moments he collected himself and sat up. One knee drawn up the other leg out straight before him, he leaned on his bent knee.
"You really think I am here alone don't you?" He chuckled again. "Use your ears woman. My crew is closing in as we speak and I would say we have more like 5 hours. I destroyed the panel to the door when I came in here. They will have to batter it down or have someone rewire it." He tapped his forehead. "I am not the commander of one of the highest rated crews for nothing." He got to his feet. "Name is Bardock."
Tarma leaned against a tree and scrubbed her face with her hands. She had heard of Bardock and his crew. They took missions no one else would touch and finished them in record time. He was also said to be something of a scientific wiz. He had been the one that came up with the artifical moonlight. All purgers used it. What in hell was he doing here? Well she guessed she would have a chance to ask. Five hours was a good deal of time to kill. She watched him prowl around some. This was going to be a long five hours she decided.