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The grim expression on Turles's face had Gartoas feeling quite concerned as to what they would find on Krazlzdor. Had the half-Saiyan/half-Alborite even survived the attack by Frieza's minions?
"We're gonna 'ave one helluva' foul-tempered Saiyan on our hands ifn' that Katchia wench didn' survive," the burly bearded pirate whispered to Daiz.
"Let Turles hear you calling her a wench and you'll be short a limb or two soon," Daiz hissed back.
Gohan sat in his seat desperately hoping that the blue-skinned, ebony-haired Katchia had survived the unwarranted attack by Frieza. His little fists clenched at the thought of the beautiful female being harmed in any way. She had been quite kind to him.
Turles had told the son of Goku many stories of the Ice-Jinn known as Frieza's cruelty as part of his studies of Saiyan history. The six-year-old now had a fierce pride in his Saiyan heritage and he regarded Katchia as a fellow Saiyan. His small tail thrashed about reflecting his angry thoughts, he would place it around his waist upon landing. Turles was sure to reprimand him if he were to carelessly expose his tail to injury.
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Far away on the distant planet of Artruay, a certain blue-haired genius was putting the finishing touches on her latest invention. The slim silver bracelet didn't give a clue as to its' purpose. Bulma's brunette companion stared doubtfully at the electronic device.
"Okay, Chi-Chi. I've uploaded the capability for three hundred languages to be translated through this little gizmo. I don't think you'll have any trouble understanding any of the restaurant patrons," the former heiress of Capsule Corps announced confidently as she fastened the tiny translator on Chi-Chi's left wrist.
"You expect me to believe that this teeny thing is going to do all that?" the Ox-king's daughter snorted.
"I AM one of the greatest minds in existence," Bulma chuckled.
The azure-haired scientist leaned back in her comfortable chair and surveyed her new lab. She could hardly wait to begin working on even more brilliant inventions in the state of the art laboratory. Her new employer had spared no expense in procuring her supplies. Even the most modern instruments of Capsule Corps would have paled in comparison to those now at her disposal.
It hadn't taken long for her to impress one of the leading Artruyan businessmen with a sampling of her inventions. The thin gray reptilian life-form known as Artruay recognized her brilliance immediately. He was more than happy to finance her work as he fully expected a generous return on his investment.
Chi-Chi insisted on sharing the expenses even if Bulma's new career included rather luxurious accomodations. She was to begin working at an elegant restaurant also owned by Bulma's employer. The notion of working with a bunch of aliens still made Chi-Chi's skin crawl.
"This is all for Gohan," Goku's widow reminded herself.
"Here, I'll take you over to the restaurant," Bulma offered.
"That would be great. I'm SO nervous!" Chi-Chi confessed.
"You'll be just fine," her aquamarine-eyed friend insisted.
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"I AM NOT WEARING THOSE RAGS!" ChiChi screeched as she saw the tiny blouse and short skirt that the meal servers were expected to wear.
The rotund four-armed orange female that ran the posh eatery owned by Bulma's benefactor was not amused by Chi-Chi's outburst.
"I'm allowing your employment as a favor to Artruay. If you can't cut it then stop wasting my time." the obese orange being huffed.
Chi-Chi wanted to race from the building but she couldn't face telling Bulma she'd failed at securing a job. And above all else this WAS for Gohan. Gazing about at the restaurant's polished gray marble floors and expensive fabric covered walls, the brunette female felt assured that a cultured, refined sort must frequent such an establishment.
Swallowing her pride, the raven-haired mother of Gohan took the offending garments and entered the room she had been shown beforehand to change her clothing…
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Gohan's eyes went wide as his small muscles suddenly bulged in size and power surged through his body. The spiky red-orange fruit from the Tree of Might more than doubled the little half-Saiyan's strength. Turles was far more imposing than before. This was nothing new to Daiz as he also consumed a piece of the Fruit. Gartoas warily bit into a fruit at the Saiyan pirate commander's order. He gasped at the sheer amount of power and muscle mass that seemed to magically appear.
Not knowing how large a force Frieza might have sent, Turles had determined the entire crew would partake of the Fruit before landing on Krazlzador.
Turles sighed as he walked to his ship's exit. He fervently hoped Katchia was still alive. The visual screen had shown that Krazlzador's great structures no longer existed. Scorched craters and rubble littered the planet's surface. Stepping out of the door, the Saiyan took to the sky.
"Gohan, Stick close to…." Daiz fell silent as Gohan tore out of the exit and took off after Turles.
"Ah' still say that brat's gotta belong ta' Turles!" Gartoas growled.
Gohan landed near Turles and began to help clear away the shambles that was once Katchia's lab. There was no sign of Frieza's soldiers just the carnage they had left behind. Several bodies lay beneath the rubble but none were who Turles and the youngster beside him sought. A badly wounded blue fish-faced life-form lay still clutching a communications device in one of his lifeless appendages.
'Probably Parchec' the dark-skinned Saiyan thought to himself.
"Master Turles!" Gohan cried out.
When Turles whipped around he saw the blue skinned hand….
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ChiChi tried to tug her skirt down a little lower for a bit more coverage as she entered the restaurant serving area. She pasted a fake smile on her face as she walked up to the designated table.
Three muscular aliens of varying races ogled the slim brunette as she began to ask for their orders.
"I'll have a Bracolian stew and a side order of your luscious looking legs!" a bronze-skinned bald humanoid life-form chortled.
Chi-Chi grit her teeth and asked the blue two-headed reptilian being what he would like to order.
"I'll take a roast Charling and three smooches!" the blue reptile snickered.
"Ya can get me some Darzalean soup and how's about a date later tonight, Sweetheart?" a green feline male declared much to his companions' amusement.
A scarlet-faced Chi-Chi stomped back to the kitchen area. Bulma's translating device had worked all too well!
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Turles carefully removed the large portion of the lab's roof that had Katchia pinned beneath it. At last the blue-skinned ebony- haired female was freed from her tomb of rubble. The Saiyan male groaned inwardly as he observed her injuries. She had worn no protective armor only her once pristine white uniform. Her chest was crushed and her pretty face was bruised and bleeding. Several bones protruded from her damaged left leg and the other had been blasted away. Her right arm was badly burned.
"We'll get you to a healing station, Katchia,"Turles promised.
"T-Turles, Y-You know I-I won't survive…" coughs wracked her slender form.
"I won't even make it to your ship, Turles. I'm glad Parchec found you so I could see you one more time," Katchia choked out.
The Saiyan knelt by his former teammate's side "There has to be something I can do!"
"Can I have a kiss?" the half-Saiyan female asked timidly.
"A WHAT?" the stunned pirate shouted.
"I always had such an awful crush on you…." Katchia struggled to breathe. "I always wondered…"
A bitter expression crossed the full-blood Saiyan's face. Frieza had taken so much from him and now this. The last surviving member of his first crew having to die in such a manner.
Katchia's face deepened in color," I'm s-sorry. I sh-shouldn't have asked."
A sad smile lit Turles's face, he gently brushed back the half-blood female's blood-drenched hair from her face. His lips slid over those of the startled Saiyan/Alborite.
Gohan struggled in a vain attempt to keep tears from welling up in his eyes. Turles would not approve.
"WOW! Better than I imagined," a strained giggle came from Katchia.
"I should have sent you somewhere else. Frieza would have been tempted by this place," Turles growled.
"No! I had a VERY happy life here. I have no regrets and I got to go down fighting like a Saiyan should. Well, a little bit of a Saiyan," the azure complexioned woman corrected herself.
"You were always a Saiyan," Turles insisted.
A spasm of coughs came from Katchia and then a mischievous smile appeared on her face.
"Can I have one more kiss, Turles?"
The Saiyan pirate commander granted her wish. Her left arm slid around his neck as Katchia returned his kiss. She gave a smile and a soft sigh and then she was gone.
Turles buried his face into Katchia's shoulder. Gohan couldn't hold back any longer. Tears streamed down his little cheeks. The six-year-old gasped as he saw a single tear slowly roll down his commander's face when he finally looked up again.
Gartoas and Daiz stood back. They had found and disposed of a few stray soldiers that had not left Krazlzdor. Most likely they were a mop-up team left to eradicate any possible survivors of the initial attack.
Turles lifted Katchia's lifeless body up in his arms. He would give her a proper burial as a Saiyan warrior deserved. Gohan caught on immediately.
"By the Kralon tree, Commander! Katchia said it was her favorite place outside the lab!" the youngster exclaimed.
"So be it then," Turles replied. He knew the spot Gohan had mentioned and the yellow bloom- covered tree still stood.
A blast from the Saiyan pirate made a grave to place his former teammate in. He was surprised to see the little Saiyan half-blood raise his right arm in the Saiyan salute for a fallen warrior. Turles gave a nod and raised his right arm as well.
"You've paid attention to your lessons, Gohan. Katchia would appreciate the honor," Turles declared in approval.
Tears poured down Gohan's face and sobs shook his small frame in spite of his struggle to contain them as Katchia's grave was covered. A powerful arm wrapped around his small shoulders.
"Shush now, Brat. She died as a Saiyan. Now let's leave this place," Turles rumbled. He scooped up the boy and flew back toward the ship.
Gartoas and Daiz shot each other an incredulous look before heading off to their ship as well.
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Chi-Chi managed to survive serving the trio of aliens that had made sport of her their meals. But one patron decided to give her backside a good hard pinch after she took his order. That was the last straw! The Ox-King's daughter calmly brought a huge platter of rice-like grains and some sort of gravy to the lecherous yellow elephantine being and promptly dumped the contents of the platter on his head.
"I QUIT!" Chi-Chi screamed.
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Turles stared out into space, his face an unreadable mask. Daiz and Gartoas frantically tried to wave Gohan away as he walked over toward the Saiyan commander. No doubt the boy would pay for disturbing him. It was quite apparent that Turles did not want to be bothered. The small child gave the Saiyan's left shoulder a gentle squeeze. The pirate crewmen's jaws dropped as the Saiyan pirate reached up and squeezed the boy's hand in return…
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