chapter 9
"Fiona?" Vegeta had just lightly poked her when she snapped up from the metal hospital table and grabbed onto his hand. "AH! Fiona you wench! Don't scare me like that, fucking Baka!" Vegeta thought she had come back from the dead with the look on her face. "Fiona?" she snapped her head over to him, and he paled slightly. She looked like she was looking right through him. "F Fiona?"
"What? Huh?" her eyes finally focused on him, and she blinked twice. "Vegeta?" she seemed to have jumped back into gear and her eyes lit up with animation.
Oh good, she's back. "What the hell? Where am I!"
"The infirmary, again." She jumped again when the tall green doctor Piccolo appeared from behind her and placed a hand on the table by her left. "You will get used to waking up here. Young Prince Vegeta spends half his life in here, and in the training hall."
"Humph." Vegeta smirked to himself as he looked out of the corner of his eye at Fiona.
"-please just hold still."
"Get offa me! I don't need no stinking needle! NO I don't want a lay down or a damn day off! I want to get back to training!"
"But if you haven't recovered properly-"
"Do I look like I need to rest!" Good old Fiona. Straight back on her feet like nothing ever happened, Vegeta thought. As soon as Master Zarbon had left Vegeta had insisted (to the point of threatening the Namek with a swift antenna removal) that he stayed to 'wait until the fool wakes up'. He wasn't worried of course, he knew she would wake up. She has that same get back on your feet attitude as that 3rd class fool Kakkarot, just without being absolutely stupid. He waited for her to wake up all through the night and into this morning solely because he wasn't tired, and he didn't have anything better to do.
Or so he told himself.
"-Ouch! Hands to yourself bub!"
"I was only trying to-"
"Save it, don't care, wanna get back to training." A short growl. "After something to eat." She finished.
"I am with you there." Vegeta unfolded his arms, dressed in his blue spandex suit, white gloves and boots with his chest armour by his feet. He picked it up, and pulled it over his head and into place. When he finished, he raised a brow at Fiona. She was staring at him. "What?"
"Where did you get that?"
"All recruits are given the basic chest armour."
"Where do I get some?"
"When Master Zarbon sees you fit enough to need armour." Fiona jumped off the table, only to stumble on her weak shaking legs (under 24 hours of being unconscious does that to your limbs when hit with shock!), and she snarled when Vegeta was the one who caught her. "Maybe you should stay here short stuff. I can wait, I have all day." "No you don't, shouldn't you be training?"
"Today is a self training day. For 3 out of the 7 days of the week we are left alone to either flunk off, or hone and train ourselves and what ever we have learnt over the week in private, or with our fellow charges." He leant forward. "And for me, that would mean you."
"Can't you just train by yourself?" she pouted a scowl, pushing against his chest until he got the message to get off her.
"But I don't have to anymore. So what's the point in that? Besides, I enjoy teasing you, shorty."
"Fuck off Vegeta."
"Make me, weakling." She flinched at that. Usually a comment like that would hardly have needed brushing off, but now…
Now Fiona felt like a kitten aboard a ship of lions. Back on earth Fiona had the reassurance of her own abilities and strengths over any potential threat, and knew she could defend herself. But here…
"Now you see why you can not train with Vegeta and the Saiyans yet? If going all out on a punch bag winded you this much, at level 6, how are you to keep up with the likes of Turles, the weakest, who is just at level 150?"
But here she had to be careful who she picked her fights with, for now.
"Pah, whatever. Hay, aren't you supposed to be all gentlemanlike? Being a prince and all?" But he just laughed at her, loudly, like a bark, and turned his back to her.
"But I am a Saiyan Prince. We demand respect and obedience from our underdogs by our power, not our manners."
"That makes sense, because you have none, ass." She raised her nose and folded her arms. Walking with a smirking Vegeta all the way to the mess hall.
"So what do you intend to do today? Slack off with the other 3rd class idiots?" he sneered, picking up a tray and filling it up with a variety of foods.
"I'm going to ignore that Vegeta." Fiona instantly smiled sweetly at the nice cook alien that helped her on her first real day here, and then caught Vegeta staring at her. "What?"
"Nothing." He looked down, and took a bottle of green liquid? Fiona looked to Vegeta's tray, and then hers. She started loading it up with everything he had, and then (against her better judgement) took a bottle of the green water. At least she hoped it was water.
They walked down to the same table she remembered them all sitting at. And once again, she sat opposite Vegeta. he was smirking, and obviously tying not to look at her.
"Ok, what?" she folded her arms and placed them on the table.
"Oh, nothing." He said with great mirth, and took the top off the bottle. She gulped and took the lid off her own. She waited for him to drink his first, before she poured a mouth full past her lips. Her touch rolled over in disgust and her face cringe, her tongue slipping out of her mouth as if to escape the taste. Fiona stopped when she heard Vegeta chuckling to himself.
"What's so funny chuckles?"
"Nothing, I just never met a none-Saiyan who appreciated our natural tree nectar before." She did a double take, looked down at the thick, pale green liquid and then to Vegeta.
"I, just drank, tree sap?" she blinked twice, and pushed the bottle far away from her. Making Vegeta laugh openly for the first time since she had met him. In an actual, genuinely good hearted way. It was actually quite melodic, in a baritone gruff way.
"My people call it 'Warrior juice', as it has such levels of protein and glucose that the super fighters of my race use it as a means to replenish strength." He took a gulp of his own drink, smirking at her.
"So it's a Saiyan energy drink. Ech, I think I will stick to lucozade."
"To what?"
"Never mind." She had never tasted such a fowl, bitter substance in all her life. She had to eat something to get rid of the taste and quick. Luckily for Fiona, she saw Vegeta pick up what looked like a mutant chicken leg, so she picked up hers. Where Vegeta started to tare into his, she didn't, and was looking around the hall. He swallowed what was in his mouth, and raised a brow at her.
"What are you looking for?"
"A knife and fork." He spluttered and started to chuckle in his mouth.
"You hands Fiona, you use your hands." he returned to his 'chicken', and Fiona hid her embarrassed blush behind the huge leg of meat. After learning her lesson with the 'monkey power drink', she decided to try it cautiously, a little bit at a time. She nibbled the cooked skin off and then a small piece of meat. Please taste like chicken. Please taste like chicken.
It didn't taste like chicken, it was better!
Before she knew it, she was tearing away at the leg as aggressively as Vegeta, starved for food for almost 24 hours.
When she finished, she was conscious that everyone in the hall was staring at her, including Vegeta.
"Now what?"
"Nothing. You just look incredibly Saiyan like." He chuckled as if that was a compliment, and started to bite into what looked like a nice roll of bread.
Bread, that is safe right?
Wrong.
As soon as she took a chunk out of it, she regretted it. On the outside it was lovely, on the inside, it tasted and felt like boiled Brussels sprouts with some sort of berry jelly and seeds in it. Her left eye twitched, her mouth full of the vile food and really not wanting to swallow it.
She heard movement and realised that Raditz had sat next to her again, and the twins in their usual places too. No Nappa though…
"Morning. Out of the infirmary then?" she nodded, her cheeks full of food like a hamster, and her cheeks burning from the humiliation. It was so vile, she couldn't possibly swallow it! "Fiona?"
"It seems our newest recruit seems to disagree with Saiyan cuisine." Vegeta chuckled, making her so fumed! "Raditz, as you Ouji I order you to cover her mouth and squash her cheeks. She should have thought of the consequences before she tried our food." Fiona glared at Vegeta, and then shook her head and begged Raditz not to do it. But alas, he did. And before she even saw him move, her cheeks were deflated and the disgusting food was forced down her oesophagus. As soon as it was gone, she gasped for air and covered her mouth, willing herself not to throw it back up.
Of course, the entire Saiyan table had erupted I laughter, even Kakkarot, and she glared murderously at them all.
"Bastards."
"Well, you should have thought twice before eating food you don't know about." Vegeta said all high and mighty, and Raditz put his hand on her shoulder. It was obvious she was thinking of pounding over the table at that point.
"Why did you decide to be adventurous with your breakfast?" Raditz chuckled, albeit not as cruelly as Turles and Vegeta.
"…" she just grumbled her response.
"What?"
"I said…grumble grumble grumble…"
"Huh?"
"I said I just wanted to eat like you, ok!" she spat, red in the face and looked the other way in defiance. When they didn't say anything, she sighed and got it over with. "I just thought since you are all so experienced and strong I could, you know, eat the same diet as you and be better prepared for training…but don't you dare let that go to your head!" she pointed straight at Vegeta, who was actually quite stunned.
He thought she just didn't know what to eat and decided to copy him to be safe. Not for training purposes.
At best, she was a level 3, he thought, and that is mud on your shoe level. Why would she want to take her training seriously? It was obvious she was to be Zarbon's little pet, right? He had thought long and hard about it. She doesn't have any power, so there had to be another reason for her being here.
And all he could think of was her breathtaking, unique beauty. He had even overheard Captain Ginyu request for her to join the Ginyu girls, she was that gorgeous.
So why did she care about having the right fuels in her body?
"Eat the Naxas." He said before he could stop himself.
Fiona blinked and looked up.
"These." Kakkarot threw what looked like a pear the size of a head at her, with the colourings of a peach. With an oof she caught it, and Fiona nervously took a bite out of it.
"Mmmmmm. Like honey." And the juice was so sweet and refreshing." She shoved her face into it, glad her hair was still tied off her face, and gorged like all the other Saiyans round her did.
In fact, she blended in so well, Nesumi approached them without a sweat.
That was until he sat down and saw (with horror) that it was none other than Fiona unconsciously licking the delicious juices from her lips in a way that even made Vegeta stop eating and watch.
"You!" Nesumi couldn't think of anything more intelligent than that to say, and pointed to her angrily. "This is the Saiyan table!"
"And I am your Ouji and demand that you silence yourself this instant." Vegeta snapped. He had been quite enjoying watching Fiona groom herself, licking at her fingers for the last morsels of that addictive taste.
Nesumi gawked like a fish, unable to stop himself as he leapt to his feet and looked at his Prince red faced.
"But she isn't a Saiyan! She is an embarrassment to even be seen with! Even the Slangs are stronger than she is!"
Fiona nudged Raditz in the side, and waited for him to swallow his mouthful of that disgusting 'bread'. He leaned closer, and she whispered in his ear.
"What's a Slang?"
"They are." He pointed over to the table across the room, and she snarled. It was those same alligator creatures from before, large, purple alligator like beings with a short snouts, grinning fangs and large claws. "There are a lot of Slangs in Frieza's armies. They make good canon fodder and are mainly used in the first wave."
"Like lambs to the slaughter? You mean they are just sacrificed to gain ground!"
"Yep. They are pathetic really. They look strong, but are as weak as kittens."
No wonder I knocked that guy out… she then yelped mentally. And I almost got Vegeta to fight me then too! I remember challenging him and everything! Damn, stupid idiot! He could have killed me! She took a deep breath, grateful she was still alive and started to realise that she needed to be stronger before she could go around threatening anyone anymore, and that she better control her temper with a tougher restraint and tolerance. Just imagine if she had lost it with Frieza.
Thud.
Like a hit over the head she was devastatingly reminded of her knew piece of knowledge. Frieza was WD, she had no doubt. She would never forget those lips… arsehole! She grit her teeth and stood up.
From what she saw, Vegeta was about to clobber Nesumi for his whining, the vein on his temple pulsing madly, and his fists on the table.
Time for a little intervention.
"Well I don't know about you, but I would like to get out of here and train. I haven't really had the chance yet." She then tried a whole new tactic. She actually smiled.
It felt good to smile after so long of scowling. And it felt right.
Her deep sapphire eyes sparkled like the stars themselves shone though them, and she looked so moon kissed with her pale ivory skin and her dark chestnut hair waving from her high pigtail happily. Her pale rose lips curved into a heavenly smile, and Vegeta found himself to his feet. Along with everyone else on the table.
"Nesumi, you bore me with your excuses. And I despise excuses." He then smirked darkly at him. "Just as Nappa." Nesumi was left to fester alone, as Raditz and the twins (Raditz having to put a hand on Turles' and Kakkarot's heads to separate them, fighting already), Vegeta and Fiona walked together, 5 of a kind out of the hall.
When they got into the hallway, Fiona stopped, and looked to Vegeta with a soft, beaming smile. It stopped his heart.
"Oh my God…"
"What's wrong?" Kakkarot popped up at her side instantly followed by Turles. Fiona looked round them all, and stopped her gaze o Vegeta, who surprisingly had her full attention.
"I just realised something. I…I have friends." She beamed happily and marched onwards. I feel…happy. I haven't felt like this for such a long time. Turles tripped Kakkarot up only to be dragged down to the floor himself. I finally have friends who are as violent as I am. My God, am I actually going to fit in here? She watched as Vegeta grunted at Kakkarot, who now seemed to be asking for a sparing match, and noticed how strict, and yet underliningly caring Raditz looked upon the comically fuming Turles. Could these guys turn out to be my new family? She then nodded to herself. Family. Yes, Vegeta, Raditz, Turles and goofy Kakkarot are my new family. And she did something even stranger to the Saiyan's ears. She giggled like the girl she truly is, even as they entered the training hall.
When they entered the hall Fiona first noticed that there was a lot of different gym equipment and different sections of the hall were split off from each other. She then noticed that the same species seemed to group together in one area, and so on and so forth. And it seemed as if her band of Saiyan friends were no exception.
Vegeta led them, the proud arrogant prince he was, over to the 'Saiyan' area and left Fiona gawking at him as he levitated up to a tall metal bar. He raised a brow when he noticed.
"What are you staring at?" he said in his usual curt manner.
"You." Fiona walked right underneath him, looking up with amazement. She ignored his rudeness for now. "You can fly."
"Can't you?"
"No." he blinked at her as if that was impossible. But he landed swiftly next to her.
"That is a serious handicap. Right, follow my lead." He said, all business, and took a deep breath. "I haven't had to go through the basics of flying since I was a pup." Fiona then got an image of Vegeta, a baby, in a puppy dog suit. "What are you snickering at?"
"Hmm? Oh, nothing." She cleared her throat forcedly, and also took a deep breath.
"Push your Ki beneath you to levitate."
"Excuse me, my Key?" her head cocked to one side, and she raised a brow at him.
"Yes, your Ki."
"Sorry, I don't have one. I haven't needed one so far, all the doors were all open and-"
"Idiot! Not Key, Ki!" he snapped, took a deep breath and tried not to lose his temper. Because Fiona looked like she was about to bite back at him. "Like this." He lifted his right hand, and formed a small ball of bright white Ki, blue wisps ebbing off it.
"Wow." She forgot her scowl and shuffled closer to his hand with amazement. She forgot this was the same technique that ended so many lives back on Earth, the very stuff of death. She didn't even register it.
It wasn't red or yellow, after all. No colour recognition there. "How are you doing that?" her utter amazement just made Vegeta even cockier, when he saw her look under his hand. It was almost like she was looking for any gadgets on his gloves. Fool.
"As I said, I am using Ki energy."
"I thought you used that to fly?" she cupped his hand from underneath, looking with awe at the glowing ball in his hand. Vegeta felt very superior at the moment.
"Ki is useful for more than flying. If gathered in a physical mass it can be harnessed as raw energy, like you see here-don't touch it!" he yanked his hand back before her curious white gloved fingertips were singed clean off. "Idiot!"
"Hay!" she pouted furiously. "You don't have to be an ass about it. Grr!" she stomped her foot. "Stop looking at me like that!"
"Like what?" he knew what he was doing. He just liked to see her feathers so ruffled. It was amusing.
"Like that!" she pointed right at his face. "With your right eyebrow raised arrogantly, like I'm stupid or something!" And the way her voice was squeaking from embarrassment, simply aggravated her further. "Damn it!"
"Then shut up and listen, Baka." Fiona grit her teeth. If it wasn't for the fact she really wanted to learn how to use Ki, she would just leave him to masturbate his ego on his own! Err, bad images.
"Humph." She folded her arms over her front, uncomfortable with the lightning cut of her wired front as it was without having Vegeta snatch glances and smirk at her too. Especially when he was pissing her off at the same time. Jerk.
"When it comes to Ki control, you have to want it. You have to feel for it and make it gather either in his hands, around you as elevating energy or propulsion, or heat or even light." First he re-absorbed the ball of Ki, levitated a few inches above her, then slightly to the right, emitted a large wave of heat and then glowed slightly. He was smirking all the time. But Fiona was simply marvelling at all the things you could do with Ki. With one ability, you could do so much! She had to learn how to use Ki.
"Show off." Raditz sneered, before kicking a large weight over to the other side of the hall, simply to vex. "Making himself seem so great. We can all do that. Even the fucking Slangs can 'glow'."
"You seem a little green there big brother. No hard feelings over losing Fiona's attention to our Ouji, right?" Turles simply received a super clip up the side of the head, and told where to shove it.
"So how do I do all that?"
"First you have to be able to feel Ki." Vegeta landed next to her and stepped behind her. "I am going to flow Ki through you. Tell me when you feel it."
"When I feel what! flow what!" Fiona took a swift step forward when a pair of hands held her hips. "Back off Princy! No touchy!" she whirled round and glared at him with all she was worth.
"I need to touch you to flow my Ki through you, you imbecile!"
"Stop insulting me damn it!"
"Why? What are you going to do about it?" he smirked. He had her there. The truth was, she needed him. And he knew it. Damn bastard. She sneered, showing all her teeth in disgust. But Fiona gave in, lifting her arms to her sides slightly and turning her back to him. come on Fiona, all he's gonna do is flow some of that Ki stuff through you. When you feel it, you can control it and then Vegeta can go screw himself. I'll teach myself!
"Much better." And once again, he shamelessly took a hold of her hips. A little too comfortably, Fiona noted.
"Well?"
"Well what?" she growled to herself. He is doing this on purpose!
"Flow your Ki through me, please." She forced through clenched teeth.
"Well. Since you asked so nicely." His hands smoothed round to her front. Gods in heaven. why couldn't you be a Saiyan? He whimpered to himself. Damn it. You even feel like one. Has it been so long since I have held a female of my own race that I relate myself to such a physically weak creature? Fiona yelped as a tingling heat radiated through her. The hairs on the back of her neck, her arms, even the ones on the backs of her hands stood on end beneath her gloves. Is this Ki? I've never felt like this before… "What do you feel Fiona?"
"Tingly. Mmmm a little warm too." She exhaled deeply through her mouth, releasing a breath she didn't know she had trapped in her chest, letting her previous frustrations leaving her on her breath.
"Good, let it. Don't resist the sensation. Try to harness the power flowing through your core. Harness it if you can." He whispered, concentrating on not cooking her alive. Master Zarbon would not like that! And neither would he… Just the feel of her this close was sending his Saiyan urges wild! He just wanted to nip at her neck, which was to close to his mouth to be fair at present. If he leaned over just a little more, he could taste her moon kissed flesh for himself. Damn it.
"I, I don't know how." She had her eyes squeezed shut, as if it would help her gain control of the countless waves of pleasurable heat being forced through her delicate body. Fiona held her hands open, trying to beg the heat to make even one tiny little ball of Ki. How great would it be if she could use Ki like everyone else on this ship? She could become stronger faster!
I have to be stronger! She grit her teeth, but then it stopped. She blinked a few times, and then realised that Vegeta wasn't holding her anymore, but sat on a machine that 'seemed' to be a large concave pole, with thick metallic straps wrapped tightly around his thighs, and his biceps. He seemed to be walking away from it with a bit of a sweat on, without moving from the spot he was stood. Then she saw what looked like a walking machine beneath him. And the pole contraption was recoiling on itself, like a large fishing rod trying to reel Vegeta in. But he didn't move. "Hello? What the fuck? I thought you were showing me how to use Ki?" Fiona demanded, stomping her foot (a habit she didn't like), and folding her arms over her front moodily.
In actual truth, Vegeta had moved because he couldn't trust himself not to do something rash and regret if he stayed that close to her any longer. And not being in control, was one of the things that actually secretly scared Vegeta. So he cautiously retreated to inflicting his daily dosage of excruciating pain, as was his work out regime and has been for as long as he can remember. Even as a child he worked until he couldn't tell the difference between what was his sweat, and what was his blood.
At that point they tasted the same, and both flowed over his body like water.
And even then he wouldn't stop.
But that didn't matter to Fiona however, who suddenly came to the conclusion that he was playing some sort of sick game with her. "OOoo you bastard!"
"You weren't getting it. Wait until Master Zarbon teaches you about Ki. He's your master, not me." He grunted curtly at her, eyes closed and seemingly finished with her. Just another annoyance.
"Go flex a muscle, ass wipe!" Fiona seethed. "And I will get Master Zarbon to teach me. He could do a better job than you, any day!" Fiona stormed off to a long mat on the floor, hair high chestnut pony tail swinging as she walked, right at the edge of their 'area', and the walk way in the middle of the hall to her right. She started to do her normal 100 sit up warm up (back on Earth), when a croaky cough got her attention at 64. "Grrr, what!" she spat, losing her temper despite her resolution to keep it under control. She fixed her sapphire glare upon the aged face of that repulsive old man who fancied himself irresistible to females united thanks to his spray, and the local pervert. "Dr Gero?"
"Ah yes, Fiona, isn't it?" he grinned, waiting for something. Oh great, he wants me to get up and talk to him. oh man…
"Well, yeah it is. But I am a little busy right now." she tried to ignore him and finish her press ups, hoping he would get the message to bugger off.
However, bugger off he did not.
"Well this will only take a pinch of our time. As we are both very, very busy people." She growled in her throat, getting to 100 even with his eyes boring into her with persistence like a vulture, and the patience of one. He looks like a vulture. Fucking old Hentai. Fiona got to her feet and dusted her butt off with her back to him, when a sharp prick nipped at her backside. "Ouch! Hay!" Fiona turned at her heels quick enough to see a small pin prick needle before it became hidden inside his briefcase discreetly. "What's the big idea!"
"This is a trail period, I will not expect any sort of payment. If you are pleased with the no symptoms results, I will provide more for you."
"More? More what! What did you do to me!" She didn't like the knowing smirk curved on those tight lips under that grey whiskered moustache. He was up to something, and it involved her. Like I don't have enough on my plate as it is! "I mean it, tell me or I'll-"
"Try to control Ki again in a few moments. You will find it much easier to channel it than before now."
"Huh!" Her big blue eyes blinked at him, before she blew her fringe out of her face with annoyance. "Stupid hair, too long…wait…when did it grow?" she looked up at her rough hair, seeing the fringe was now covering her hair, and it looked slightly darker than before. Not to much brown, as ebony. Dr Gero forgotten for the moment, Fiona pulled her bobble out and flipped her hair behind her, with every intention to remake her pony tail. It must have come loose when I got down on the floor. Hair doesn't grow that fast. She thought to herself, when her hands ran through her hair.
Boy was it ever thicker! And it seemed to have lost its natural sleek straightness. Fiona tied her bobble around her wrist, and then took her headband out too. Her hair became a windswept mass of wild ebony curls, her once perfectly curved Chichi fringe parted in the middle into nose length prongs and flicked out to the sides. She gaped at this change in the reflection of the metallic discs by her feet. "Dr. Gero." Fiona looked up, half worried and frightened, half excited at this change, only to see him handing out small white parcels of many different shapes to other beings all around the training hall.
"Wow Fiona, way to let your hair down!" she blinked to the side, seeing Kakkarot wink at her playfully, before dropping to bench press his own weight, and at least 5 of those metallic disks on the small of his back. Fiona turned to ask him what exactly he meant, wanting to believe he didn't notice whatever Gero did to her, when she bumped into the darker of the two twins, Turles. The hungry look that flashed over his coal eyes made her shiver backwards, right into a topless Raditz, who had peeled the upper part of his spandex suit over his front. He looked over, and there it was again! That look of electrifying lust in those dark eyes!
Fiona gulped deeply, jerkily stepping back off him.
"Hay Fiona." He smirked happily at her. "Need me for anything?"
"No!" she squeaked. She then scowled furiously, and looked towards Gero. "GERO!" Fiona ran away from he randy Saiyans, ignoring equally stimulated looks from other species recruits until she found that perverted old man! He was flirting with a young bird woman, again, and she seemed to be under the affect of his 'magnet spray', when she pinched him in the arm.
Hard.
"Ah! Fiona? Whatever is wrong my dear?" the bird girl cleared off with one look from the furious Human, and she turned her glare to 'the good Doctor'.
"What the fuck did you do to me and how will you reverse it!" she spat in a hushed tone.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. Now if you excuse me." He said with mirth, handing what looked like a white pouch to a tall albino looking guy with red skin.
"Hay! You know exactly what you've done to me and-"
"And I did say I will return tomorrow with more supplies if you are pleased with the results. Until then, enjoy." He smirked, she hated that smirk, and wanted to yank that moustache right off his face.
"Now listen here you-"
"Why, if it isn't Fiona." A not so very pleasant voice spat from behind her, and she groaned unhappily. Oh great. What does he want now! her mood, was only getting worse…
Fiona turned, the old man slipping away with the opportunity, and Fiona looked up into the eyes of the one person she didn't want to deal with right now (or ever) and just as her luck was…
It was the same guy.
"Nesumi. How are you this morning?" she forced a smile, obviously, and put her hands on her hips with forced calm. Do not lose your temper; do not lose your temper. Don't you DARE lose your temper! She repeated in her head to herself like a mantra, as he began to sneer at her.
"Just peachy. You?" There was hardly any concern in his voice, and he hardly cared how she was. It seemed he was having as much problems restraining himself as she was. But for different reasons.
"Good." Fiona looked over shoulder, to see Gero had gone. "Damn it. He didn't tell me what he did."
"Training today?" he snapped, demanding her attention. At first she just didn't want to answer him. But for some reason, she did.
"Yeah, you?" very stiffly, and both very tense, they walked back to the Saiyan area of the hall. It seemed that their arrival together didn't go unnoticed or unmonitored either.
"Yeah. Sparing actually. What have you been told to practice?" he asked sneakily. She didn't like this guy already, and now she had the weird paranoia that he was up to something…
"I haven't been told to do anything yet." But mistake.
"Then you can train with me." He grabbed her wrist forcedly, and yanked her over to a spare blue mat on the floor, on the outskirts of the 'Saiyan space', and he threw her into the middle. She stumbled, but Fiona regained her balance and rounded on him.
"No, thank you." Just walk away Fiona. Remember, he can't make you do anything stupid unless you let him.
"Will you walk away from my challenge?" he spat, spraying some saliva from his peeled back lips. He was literally snarling at her now.
"Isn't that what I'm doing, arsehole? 'Coz I pretty much call this walking away." She got to the edge of the mat, when her grip on her self control, on her temper and common sense was ripped from her hands.
"You coward."
Those two words rippled through her body, like an actual wave of fury, her body jerking itself to a halt, and all her muscles tensing. Her fists clenched by her sides, her head hung forward, her shoulders arched back slightly and her own pale rose lips peeled back over her teeth, her sharp teeth. She started shaking, but not with fear.
She was so mad!
How dare that Bastard accuse her of being a coward!
How DARE he call her THAT!
Those words that would have inspired only a shrug and a 'whatever' from her before…
…now infuriated her to the edge of insanity!
Fiona snapped her head round, her ebony hair whipping round in the air from her fast movement, rearing her body to look back at him threateningly, a low growl in her throat.
"What did you call me, you Slang cock sucking whore?" she didn't know where that insult had come from. But there it was, rolling of her razor sharp tongue like it had done so many times before. There she was, turning to look him straight in the eyes and showing no intention of backing down or ever showing weakness or mercy ever again.
Like instinct.
Instincts that didn't belong to her.
"I called you a coward, you pathetic Onna." She didn't know what that meant, but she knew she didn't like it. Immediately she took a step towards him ominously, raising her arms from her sides slightly and looking like a vengeful goddess in her own right.
Remember that promise she made to control her temper and think things through that she made? Do you remember it?
Because at that point, Fiona didn't.
All she saw was red.
All she smelt was blood.
All she felt was rage.
And all she wanted was to tear the boy before her, limb from limb.
To feel the crunch his bones make beneath her powerful boots.
To hear the slick movement of flesh sloppily squelching in spasm in her hands, after being ragged wildly from the bone.
From his ribs.
From his legs.
From his arms.
From everywhere.
She just wanted his blood to spill and for her to spill it.
For him to scream out in pain and for her to have caused it.
And then she didn't think.
She didn't need to, she knew what she wanted.
Fiona launched forward, the primal thirst for battle her new mantra, and blood effective one at that.
Nesumi didn't know what hit him. One moment he was marvelling at her erotic ire, when she vanished, and then appeared before his very frightened, very wide eyes.
Fiona brought her right fist back and hooked it from the side with such a potent force, she cricked the left side of his face and broke his nose in an eruption of scarlet blood. Some spattered on her face, but it only fuelled her urge see more blood loss. With the same fist, she swung her arm back in reverse as she stepped into his stumbling form, bringing her hard elbow smack bang into the already bleeding face like the punch had been nothing, and the snap instant before this new attack.
But she hadn't finished yet.
It wasn't enough.
She was making him pay for his audacity.
Still using the momentum of her right arm swinging back, she brought her left fist forward from hip level and imbedded it so deep into his rib cage, she heard a crack that excited her until her lips curved in ecstasy of the fight. His body convulsed over her fist, before she removed it and simply stood watching him.
His legs wobbled to remain standing, blood streaming steadily down his face from his nose, and internal bleeding seeped through his clothes on his torso, and dark blood trickled over his bottom lip, regurgitated with his tremors of agony.
Her eyes cold, she chuckled behind the back of her right hand, and then sliced through the air with her flat had, backhanding him cruelly until his face snapped to the other side, and he fell to the floor.
"Weak fool." Words that felt so natural to her were slipping off her tongue again, and she liked it.
She liked this feeling of control, of power.
Yes, power.
This is what Gero had given her. Power.
Fiona caught her breath, and looked up from the prone boy at her feet, to see a crowd had gathered some time ago to watch the spectacle. It seemed they did that a lot around here.
Vegeta shoved through the crowd, and she couldn't understand his expression.
In his eyes he looked exhilarated, and possibly even proud. But his face was contorted in a condescending scowl, and he grabbed her upper arm angrily.
"You idiot! Once Dodorea hears of this it will be your ass to pay! You are not supposed to spar at all without the presence of a master."
"Vegeta, let go." She whined, back to her old self and not happy he was dragging her through the crowd. Like he always does! "I can walk you know!"
"And apparently you can give out a good beating too." He tried to hide it, but she saw his lips tug into a smirk, before he shook his head and returned to scowling. They were outside the hall now, and Fiona had had enough. She yanked her arm back, and simply dusted herself off. Vegeta seemed to think this was a good time to continue his rant. Oh man! he is worse than Sensei. Sure, I got a little rough. But surely that isn't a bad thing, right? And man…what power. She smirked to herself even now, feeling a strange tingling sensation coursing through her. She felt elated. "But you are in some serious shit now, you know that? Do you know what Dodorea will ask as a punishment of breaking the rules? He hates you, I heard him talking to Master Zarbon this morning outside the infirmary while you were catching a few Zs. He wants you removed from Frieza's army and made a slave! Or dead!" Vegeta looked around cautiously, before nodding. "You need to hide."
"But I-"
"Where to put you?"
"Listen Vegeta, I'm sure that-"
"Not in this wing anyway."
"Grr, would you just-"
"The Slangs would have a field day."
"-listen to me before-"
"But the west wing wouldn't be a bad idea…"
"-I GO CRAZY!" Fiona pushed him in the chest, snarling again and bitter. "You are not locking me up somewhere like I did something wrong Vegeta! Nesumi forced me to spar with him, he provoke me, I kicked his ass, end of story. Why are you all jittery? Master Zarbon wouldn't let a Pink blob like Dodo head touch me." She folded her arms, content herself but Vegeta wasn't. "He doesn't like him anyway."
"Master Zarbon will not be able to protect you if Dodorea goes above his head with an insubordination charge!"
"But Master Zarbon is the second in command of everything from the sound of it. So who would…" realisation was dawning on her horizon, and her sun was setting fast. "Shit."
"Oh, now it's shit." Vegeta said in disbelief, grabbing her hand and leading a now willing Fiona down the hall, constantly looking for anyone who would stop them. "Not when you beat up a senior recruit, or when you nearly kill him, or even when the Prince of the said dead man's race tries to flee the scene with you, no, not at all. now, it's shit, when you actually done the deed. Un-believable."
"Oh God…" she whispered to herself, as Vegeta yanked her down another hall. Her lips still tasted coppery with the spray of blood, not tasting so sweet anymore.
She knew that the only one above Zarbon was Frieza himself. And if this got back to Frieza, he would have to judge and trail her and choose a punishment.
But that meant she would have to face him again.
Her heart beat quickened in fear at the thought of it.
No, she couldn't let that happen. "Come on!" Fiona snapped back to reality and ran along side Vegeta. They came to a T junction in a part of the ship Fiona had never been, and never wanted to go again. The metallic walls were tarnished and half the overhead lights hung down and swayed, flickering on and off.
It was like a bad horror movie. "Where do we turn now?"