III
The girl wielding a sword in front of Piccolo was a Saiyan. Nothing could deny the physical evidence; her raven hair was out of control in the front, the white and gold Saiyan battle suit, and long brown monkey tail swaying from behind. He questioned the strange, Freezer-like head symbol printed on the chest plate of the armor.
She did not like to be stared at. Blushing and showing teeth defiantly, she flicked her sword, aiming sun rays to Piccolo's eyes. He flinched. "Make sure you don't come back with friends."
Piccolo growled. "Whatever you just said, fine. I know of Saiyans like yourself." Bright reflected light did not cease his vision. "I know you're strong, don't be like Vegeta."
Her ears perked. She clearly heard the name of her race and king. "Vegeta? Saiyans? How do you know of us?" She lifted the sword once more. "Tell me how you know of us! We have not yet taken over this planet!"
Piccolo became frustrated. He wished she had a scouter to translate and make conversation easier. Aside from a newly discovered Saiyan, her attitude resembled Vegeta's. "I-do-not-understand-your-language!" He pointed over his shoulder. "Follow me. I'll take you to Vegeta." He sighed quietly. "He could probably translate." Oxygen forcefully left his lungs.
Her fist remained dangerously in his stomach. "Explain how you know the Vegeta family! Where are they!" She squealed nosily as his claw studded hand grasped her wrist tightly. He kicked the weapon from her hold.
"Don't fight, it will only make things worse!" he snapped, "I will take you to Vegeta."
The girl snarled, fangs sinking into the tough lizard-like skin of his fore arm.
Piccolo slapped her face, leaving a red mark. "You'll regret that if you don't let go!" She refused, muttering what he guessed were insults in her native tongue. "I swear, girl…."
Her raven eyes widened, brow knitted in disgust. She had no idea that Namekian blood tasted so foul. Even the rotted plants she consumed earlier in the afternoon tasted better. Swallowing the blood was the last straw.
Piccolo grasped her head, holding her wrists together tight. "You're lucky I won't fight you. I know you're strong. I will take you to Vegeta if you follow me."
She did not resist him. "Whatever. I am staying here. I can find warriors all on my own." Her nails dug into his hands. "Now let me go!" She fell back as he shoved her down.
"Do what you feel like, I'll just bring Vegeta here then!" He watched as she scoffed, standing and walking off.
'I don't need any more help,' She convinced herself. "Be gone with you. I have some thoughts I need to settle out. Don't come back with friends, either, or you'll all pay."
Piccolo gathered his ki, taking off in the sky. Once he was out of her vision, he took roast in a tall Oak tree. He needed to watch this Saiyan.
Like many creatures, sensing one's energy aura is something that must be taught. Without that ability, the Saiyan girl never felt the Namekian sentinel during the night hours. Because of her Saiyan aptitude to adapt quickly, she made herself nocturnal on this unknown planet. Nighttime was frightening to her. Parts of her body were weak and tired since landing.
Her glove covered fingers ran along the edge of her scarred chest plate. Her face was long and anxious.