A/N: Finally! Some fighting! Enjoy! =P
Bojack's Arrival
Bra gave her reflection a pensive look, not sure if she should wear what the mirror was displaying. Covering her upper body was a ruby leather top that nearly reached her stomach. Her pants were skin tight and also red, grazing her ankles and for her feet, she wore a pair of red and white sneakers.
She pursed her lips when she looked at the pair of red heels on the floor. Like hell I will…
Picking up the red headband on the counter, she slipped it through her silky aqua hair and glazed at the mirror again.
The fleeting image of her teenage self-replacing her reflection triggered something within her and before she knew it, she had her right fist raised and rammed into the mirror, shattering it into hundreds of fragments.
"Ahh shittt…" She cursed while watching the blood leak out of the cuts and splash onto the counter. Hurriedly opening a cabinet from the bottom of her dresser and grabbing a towel, she darted to her bathroom, turned the cold water knob on the sink and stuck her injured hand under it.
As the cool water washed the blood from her hand and flowed into the sink, Bra sighed, her burst of anger going along with it. It's not that she hated the outfit; it's just that it reminded her of her old self, though leather pants were in place of her leather skirt. Okay, maybe I hate it a tiny bit? Shaking her head she couldn't help but find it strange, silly really that she practically wore the same lower part of the clothes she wore as a teen on a daily bases and was completely okay with it. The only thing she had done was swap the red top and arm sleeves to a white shirt and cobalt jacket.
However, while finding it strange, she knew why she wore it the way she does.
Bra faced Goku. "What do you think?" She asked, doing a little spin.
The full Saiyan stroked his chin as he sized her up. "It looks very nice, but I think you should lose the red top and replace it with one of those shirts in your basket. The arm sleeves would have to also go of course, since the jacket will cover them."
Bra beamed at his approval but also was a bit dumbfounded at his sudden sense of fashion. "I-I'll be sure to do that."
Goku smiled brightly, in which Bra turned her head, as the devious blush made a comeback.
"It was because of you…" She whispered, holding back her tears. "I love you…"
I love you too…
Forever?
Forever…
She felt him grin against her lips.
"Until we meet again Bra, Goodbye…"
Whimpering Goku's name with a voice full of grief, she pulled herself back to present-day and removed her hand from the spilling water and shut it off. Throwing the soiled towel inside the trash bin, she snatched a few paper towels from the small cupboard and wrapped it around her hand; because of her Saiyan blood, she'd be completely healed before the event that her mother was hosting in the evening. At this event, she was going to reveal a new mineral to the public that was supposed to revolutionize the world.
In all honesty, the Saiyan Princess could care less about this shit, but her mom insisted that she wanted her present for this event, just in case someone in the audience was insane enough to hold her hostage and steal her only prototype of the mineral. The protection she could understand that, but Bra wasn't stupid enough to believe that this mineral she was going to showcase was the only copy.
Bra jumped at her mother's sudden appearance, her face consumed with worry. She gasped when she spotted her daughter's wounded hand tightly wrapped with paper towels.
"What happened?!"
"Nothing."
"Bra…"
"Why do you want me to wear this." She asked, gesturing to her clothes, ignoring her mom's imploring expression.
Seeing that her stubborn daughter was unwilling to budge, she let the inquire slide.
"Why? Do you not like it?" Bulma answered, gauging her form and nodding with approval. "I thought you'd like it given how you dislike fizzy girly dresses. I think it looks great!"
"I see you didn't like the heels."
"Sure didn't."
"That's just fine..." Bulma paused at her daughter's adorable pout. "Listen, if you really don't like it-"
"It's not bad…it's just that-" The half Saiyan sighed, not wanting to think about the subject any longer as it was starting to give her a headache. "Why aren't you dressed?" she asked, eying her mom's s lab coat.
Bulma smiled sympathetically, sensing that Bra truly wanted the subject dropped. "I will in just a bit."
Her lips curving in a thankful smile, Bra glanced down at the scattered remains of the mirror and lifted a finger and shot all the shards within her sights, vaporizing them into smoke…and burning straight through the rug, much to Bulma's annoyance.
"Ya know, there are things that exist that can clean messes such as these! Brooms and vacuums ring a bell?"
"Ehh, my way was faster."
"I don't know how you can look just as gorgeous as me yet be such a brute like your father." She huffed, crossing her arms.
"I'm beyond gorgeous." She corrected, flipping her hair conceitedly.
Though her mom rolled her eyes, she grinned as a response.
"Anyhow, I was going to wait until after the showcase, but since you're so broody-" she reached into her coat's pocket and fished out a ring that looked strangely similar to the-
"The golden fusion ring? Why do you have that?" Bra gasped, quickly glancing at the silver ring fastened on the middle finger of her left hand. She wore it to not only remind herself where she can from, but also as a reminder that Majin Buu will show himself one day, she could feel it in her bones; and when he does, she was going to kill him.
Kinda makes that 'moving on with your life' talk with her future brother seem like bullshit, doesn't it?
Planting the ring on the center of her palm, she removed the paper towels off her right hand, which had stopped bleeding, and inspected the ring. She did a double take when she saw that the crack on the purple diamond was gone! It was totally repaired!
"But how?!"
Bulma chuckled, enjoying her daughter's astonished expression. "I was able to seal it with that mineral I created."
Tracing her finger across its smooth surface and then the silver one's, her brows disappeared under her bangs, impressed on how identical they felt. No, identical was being modest. It was more like perfect!
"This is amazing! It's even purple!"
"Yeah, the-"
"You do have a name for it right?"
"I'll tell you at the showcase- the mineral is normally clear, but its pigment can be altered!"
Bra's excitement then fell. "As cool as this is, I highly doubt that the rings will function correctly. What did you use to create this mineral? Let me guess, you used the shit on that list I gave you that explained how Dr. Gero made Virus T-Ex-C."
"That and ones I made myself through my own research. Mind you, I didn't use everything on the list. Some of the stuff I couldn't find while others were absolutely disgusting." She said, sticking her tongue out. I mean platypus fluids…ewww!
"Are you sure this isn't poisonous after long exposure or something?" Bra asked, worriedly
"Oh please, you know I wouldn't release something dangerous out to the public…at least not intentional…" She muttered at the end, but the Saiyan Princess had no trouble hearing it considering their short distance from one another.
"Whatever you say mom." She said, slipping the golden ring on her right middle finger. She figured it'd be best to keep it on her as a last resort. "How long is it going to be?"
"Now really sure, but I'm sure you'll still have enough time to see the finals of the special tournament Mr. Satan is hosting."
Moaning with displeasure, she headed out of her room, deciding that seven bowls of fruity pebbles cereal might brighten her bad mood.
"Hey! If your thick headed father would have been here, I could have used him as my bodyguard instead of you!" She hollered, watching her daughter go.
"I think that probably was one of the reasons why he left!" Bra screamed back.
Hearing her mother growl angrily, the half Saiyan smirked.
There, now I feel a little better now.
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Looking at the large jam-packed stadium, Gohan fidgeted his fingers nervously while scanning through the crowd, trying to lock onto familiar faces. His eyes lit up when he saw his friends, which included Eighteen, who had decided not to entire the tournament do to how strong she was, Sharpner, Erasa and…Videl…
His heart fluttered when he saw her pout adorably with her arms crossed, glaring at the fighting ring angrily, most likely because she was unable to enter the tournament; seems like being the daughter of the world champion didn't exempt her from the underage rule, which states that all those of under the age of eighteen cannot participate in the competition.
A swift pat on the back snapped him out of his 'Videl-trance'.
Wearing a knowing grin, Yamcha approached his side, gesturing with a jerk of his head for him to join the group. "Go sit next to her, kid."
"But I didn't ask her out…like I should have…"
"Does it matter? You're going to sit with all your friends, right?" Yamcha frowned when his attempt at a pep talk fell flat. Hmmm what can I do to help…He thought, his eyes wondering to the entrance that would lead to preparation room for the tournament. I'd hate to leave him standing here like this, but I have to get myself-OH! I got it!
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out some Zeni, grabbed the half Saiyan's hand to get his attention and placed the money in his palm. The former bandit smiled when Gohan stared at him questionably.
"Head over to the stands, grab some snacks and join the others. Forget about the whole dating thing ya hear? I promise it will all come together, alright?"
"O-okay!"
That being said, Yamcha headed inside the preparation room, where Krillin and Tien most likely were, while Gohan took off to the snack stands.
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"I could take them." Videl muttered, one arm crossed while the other rested against her cheek.
"I'm sure you could." Erasa agreed, sucking up to her object of obsession as usual. As discreet as possible, the blonde bob-haired girl slithered her arm around the back of her neck, making Videl freeze.
Pulling her into an awkward sideways hug, Erasa sighed happily as she buried her nose into Videl's hair, inhaling the sweet coconut scented shampoo.
While Eighteen watched the whole interaction with mild interest, Sharpner, for the first time, decided not to intervene. Sorry Erasa, but I can't keep saving your ass forever.
"E-Erasa…W-what are you doing?" Videl asked, her voice shaking from what Erasa thought was eagerness.
Uncurling her arm from her friend, Erasa tilted Videl's head upward by her chin, staring deeply into her icy blue eyes. "What I should have done years ago."
Reeling her into a need-filled kiss, her heart felt like it was going to explode from joy when the dark haired girl returned it without hesitation. Videl…
"Erasa…"
"Videl…" Erasa moaned lowly, thinking that her friend had done the same.
"Okay, you're freaking me out… let me go…"
Coming to, the blonde teenager found herself not kissing her friend's lips, but instead her scalp. Erasa sighed in disappointment, honestly not surprised that it had all been a fantasy. However, despite Videl's demands for release, Erasa's lust held her in its clutches, making all rationality escape her and before she knew it, she finally had made her fantasy become a reality.
Videl gasped when she felt her friend's lips crashing with hers. Out of surprise, she thrust her fist into Erasa's stomach, though lightly, sending her into Sharpner's arms, which had opened out of reflex. While not in pain, the blonde was stunned at Videl's reactions…then again, should she be? No I shouldn't.
"Erasa! What the hell was that?!" Videl growled, wiping her friend's saliva from her lips as it seemed like she was trying to get some tongue action too.
Speechless, Erasa merely gawked at her enraged friend.
"Well?!" Videl's eyes narrowed. "What is it with you? You've done weird things before, which I assumed it was you being...well you, but this is crossing the line!"
Erasa turned, secretly hoping that Sharpner would come to her recuse; no such luck and she knew why because well, he had warned her that one day he wasn't going to save her butt when she tried one of her so called 'playful' moves on Videl.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on me or something…" When Videl saw Erasa visibly stiffen and Eighteen chime 'bingo', her icy orbs widened. "Do you really?"
Opening her dark blue eyes, her heart dropped when she saw the look of what could only be pure disgust and anger. "I'm s-sorry Videl, I've met to tell-"
Videl snorted. "You got a funny way of telling Erasa! When were you going to tell me that you were… playing for the other team?!"
Erasa had heard her hesitancy towards the end and because she was hurt at being rejected from her longtime crush, she lashed at her back. "What? Do you have something against gays?!"
Videl's jaw dropped. "Don't be ridiculous! I'm just upset that my best friend has been hiding such a secret from me! Especially since it has something to do with me! On top of that, you have just stolen my first kiss!"
As tears of shame began to stream down Erasa's eyes, Videl shed her own from the feeling of betrayal and revulsion.
Gohan, of course, chose this time to make his appearance.
"Uhh guys? What's wrong?" Gohan asked, taking a seat beside Videl, as the seat had become vacant when Erasa had been sent into Sharpner's arms by her friend's strike.
Gohan lifted the large bucket of popcorn that he had planned to share with everyone into the air with his left hand when Videl had unexpectedly leaned against his chest.
Eighteen, who was seated a row above the others, grabbed the bucket and happily munched away while Gohan held onto Videl tightly, hating to see her upset.
"Oh Kami Sharpie, I really messed up, didn't I?" Erasa sniffled.
Her friend nodded, not saying anything as he rubbed her back in a comforting manner.
"Our friendship is over isn't it?"
"I doubt it. I'm sure she'll come around. Just give her time." Hearing her sigh, she snuggled closer to him, making him smile.
"Sharpie, you're such a great friend…"
His grin diminished.
"If only you were a girl, I'd make you my girlfriend in a heartbeat."
Sharpner frowned, hating that her comment had not only officially eliminated the possibility that she was bisexual, but also had fully earned him his nice reserved spot in the friend zone. Holding her a little tighter, he should have known better than to allow himself to continue to hope that one-day Erasa would drop her infatuation with Videl and move on. Move on to who? Me? Thinking on it, now that he pointed it out, he realized that he himself has been doing the same thing that the short haired blonde has.
He was a damn hypocrite. Maybe it's time I let her go and worry about relationships later; like take a page out of Gohan's books and focus on school... He thought.
Meanwhile, with Videl and Gohan, the half Saiyan awkwardly held the dark-haired girl, whose crystal blue eyes were dry of tears. Knowing that his tense body was making it difficult for Videl to lean against, he shut his eyes and breathed in the aroma that was Videl. The effects were instant, his tense muscles unwinding as the fresh pure fragrance of vanilla overwhelmed his senses, so much in fact that it wasn't until Videl spoke that he remembered where and who he was with.
"Erasa is gay."
"Yeah, I know."
At Gohan's nonchalant response, Videl shrunk back, her orbs filled with shock and before the half Saiyan knew it, his crush pulled him towards her, face to face.
"You knew?" she hissed.
Gohan flinched. "Uhh yeah…everyone I know knew that. Wait you didn't?"
"Of course not or else I wouldn't have asked you, dummy!" She sighed, releasing the half Saiyan. "Kami, how could she not tell me!?"
"Uh because she was scared. You can't help how you feel about someone."
"She hurt me Gohan…" Videl said sadly. "And maybe I can understand her fear of being rejected by me, but she should have told me anyways; especially if she was planning to do that."
Gohan cocked his head.
"Gohan, she kissed me…she stole my first kiss…" she whispered, loud enough for the half Saiyan to hear.
"Oh…"
That was not the response she was expecting from her own crush.
"And that…doesn't bother you? Like at all?" Videl asked, desperately trying to keep herself together.
Scratching the side of his head much like his father, Gohan asked, "Gee Videl, this situation has gotten you really upset hasn't it?"
Upon receiving 'the look', Gohan went on. "Did she force herself onto you?"
Replying the unpleasant moment, she shook her head. "Kinda, but I think it was more that she lost control of her emotions or something like that."
"Okay…and you didn't like it right?"
"No! Not only do I not like girls in that manner, but I don't have feelings for her. I see her just as my friend." She replied.
"Then don't worry about it!" He said, his eyes curving cheerily. "Besides, why should something like this bother me? It's not like you and I are together right?"
Grasping what he had said, Gohan along with Videl became flushed as they turned from each other and looked down at the ring, which was still empty.
Silence.
"B-but if we w-were, would it?"
Videl's insides flutter when she felt Gohan place his hand over hers. Flipping her hand so that her palm faced his, she laced them together.
"I was-I was saving my first kiss for you, Gohan…" Videl said, suddenly feeling brave.
Looking at his crush, the half Saiyan swallowed thickly, the half-lidded expression gracing her features causing his mind to wonder to places that he really didn't want to visit right now. As she grew closer and closer, his will to resist her began to waver and falter, becoming prey to lust and desire.
Closing the distance between them before clasping a hand behind her neck, his lips connected with hers for the first time. Reeling back and looking at each other with wide eyes, lust took over again, influencing them to overlook that they were surrounded by thousands of people and instead focus on getting as close as possible to one another.
And they would have succeeded if it wasn't for the pieces of popcorn that were all of a sudden pelted alongside their cheeks by the third blonde in the group.
The sight of Eighteen's disapproving yet playful expression caused the teenagers to smile with embarrassment.
"Take her out on a date first, big boy!" the Android said, tousling Gohan's hair, making him give her an annoyed glare.
Videl stuck her tongue out at Eighteen's suggestive brow wiggle.
Passing the bucket of popcorn down to Gohan so that he and his friends could indulge themselves with buttery goodness, the blonde Android sighed, evidently bored.
"Do you know when Bra's suppose to join us?" Sharpner asked as he held onto the snoozing Erasa. He knew he'd never have a chance with the Saiyan Princess, but he could still discreetly stare at her.
Eighteen shrugged. "Not sure, but considering how long those events that Bulma hosts are, I wouldn't be surprised if it's not until the finals." She said. "If it had been merely our guys and a right off the bat battle royale instead of this round after round regular tourney set up first, we'd probably be the ones joining her mother's event."
"Poor girl, I bet she's bored out of her mind as we speak." Videl said, her mouth full of popcorn.
"Na, Bulma tends to make rather interesting inventions and I'm sure this one is no exception!" Gohan said, shoving a handful of popcorn, finishing off the bucket much to Videl's dismay. "I bet she's even having fun!"
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"Ugh, I know mother makes pretty sick inventions and while this one is no exception, after the initial reveal and show and tell, I'm bored as shit."
Sitting on a seat beside the podium in which her mother stood with her mic in hand, straightaway she had to hammer it home to the paparazzi that the woman beside her was not a test clone in order to preserve her good looks forever, not that the idea of creating one hasn't crossed her mind, but is a far away cousin of hers. Though it didn't really bother her, she'd rather be known as her daughter. Sure she was nearly thirty, but thanks to her Saiyan DNA, she could still pass as eighteen. However, now that Bra thought about it, it made more sense to say that she was her cousin instead of her daughter. Her mother was like what...thirty-eight? If she was her daughter, who has the appearance of a full adult, then her mom had to have been in her early teens when she had her. That, of course, wouldn't work because her mother has been in the public eye her entire life, so everyone would know if she had been pregnant at one point with another child. It's not like she was able to hide Trunks for long, right?
Bulranium She called it. Though in its testing stage, it's still the hardest metallic alloy known on the planet thus far because it has almost all of the hardest and strongest metals: Tungsten, Titanium, and Chromium etc. On top of all that, if you add in all that Cell virus compound from Gero's list, I think you created some kind of super metal, mom. Now, if only you had Katchin…
Aqua spheres skimming through the crowd, some being mere spectators while others being scientist and engineers, Bra moaned childishly as she slouched on her seat unladylike. Her mother having caught her sloppy posture, discreetly signaled for her 'cousin' with her hand to sit properly, in which Bra promptly delivered her the finger. In response, to her surprise, her mother returned the gesture. Instead of anger rising out of her, she had to cup a hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle. Kami I love my mom soooo much!
Almost as if reading her mind, Bulma winked teasingly as she began to wrap up her presentation and start escorting her guests out.
Standing up, some sad soul apparently found her stretching erotic because he had huge enough balls to sneak up from behind and attempt to hug her, the 'cousin' of the heiress that most likely has dozens of snipers spread all over the area (she doesn't). Unfortunately, being the full-blooded male he was, he felt it was worth getting sniped just to cop a feel of her ass. Who knows, maybe she's a slut and is down to getting-
The man yelped when what he had thought was a furry blue-green belt came to life and wrapped itself around one of his wrists, bending it near its breaking point.
"What the? You have a tail?! What are you, some kind of freak?!" the man gasped, his face contorting in pain as Bra applied more pressure.
Reaching back, she replaced her tail with her hand, giving the man a death glare; then her expression turned into curiosity "And if I am?"
Confidence flooded into him when he felt Bra loosen her hold on his wrist. "N-now that I think about it, it doesn't really matter. You're still smoking hot!" he said, trying to snake his free hand to her chest.
Rolling her eyes, Bra was moments from snapping the bastard's wrist in two, but halted when a malicious energy signature practically came out of nowhere…along with a ship as large as the Capsule Corp. hovering above ground.
Sitting on the doorway of the ship while fiddling with a gold coin in between his knuckles, a blue-skinned man with an orange mohawk shaped hair grinned evilly at her, enjoying her shocked and confused look. Not far off, another bluish-teal man was present, however this one was leaning lazily against a tree branch above ground; his mop-like orange palm-tree hair whipped in the wind as he polished his sword quietly with a white rag. Below the tree floated the smallest member of the group. With the same skin color as the others and a purple turban covering his head, he looked the least threatening…that is if it weren't for the menacing flashing thin thread laced around his fingers.
It took everything in her to choke back her gasp when she saw who the lone female member of the group was. This blue-eyed resting bitch-faced woman who wore her long orange and curly and wavy hair so far down that it reached her ass was undeniably Zangya…
Bra was most certainly glad to see her as she had grown to be very fond of her in her reality when she got older. If the woman had a good heart in this reality it wasn't noticeable because well, that bitch face has always been solid, with no cracks of emotions on display unless she wanted you to see it. But again, that's in her timeline.
Wait, if Zangya is here, then that means the last member is-
"Bojack…" Bra growled, eying the tallest bluish-teal man. He had his upper back pressed against the side of his ship and wore an arrogant smirk on his lips.
Though she had never seen any of them except Zangya, not being born at the time and all, she had heard the story from her friends and family, including from the blue-skinned woman herself. After assisting in defeating Bojack, who had betrayed her by attempting to use her as a meat shield to protect himself from a teenage Gohan's onslaught, Zangya had been welcomed with open arms to be a part of their gang. Filled with hatred and anger, she refused and took off, much like Eighteen actually….and just like the Android, because Krillin cared for her throughout the battle, she ended up with Krillin. Krillin gets the babes no matter what timeline…
Unfortunately, Bojack's sudden appearance had given the forgotten perverted man the chance to take advantage of her distracted state and cop a feel of her left breast with his free hand. Her reaction was instant; with a flick of her wrist, she snapped his clean in two, causing him to scream in agony. Grabbing his other wrist in order to not tear off his broken one, she flung him aside, Bra giving a tiny grin of satisfaction when she heard a thud, followed by a groan and a 'it serves you right, you pervert!' from her mother.
"Hmm, so you know who I am?" Bojack inquired, not batting an eye at the altercation that took place.
"How long have you been there?"
Pushing himself straight, Bojack grinned. "For quite some time-" Rolling his neck until it gave a satisfying pop, he continued. "I was actually going to crash your little party earlier, but was able to find some measure of patience to not kill all of you because the technology being displayed is fascinating."
The fact that Bojack and his goon were present possibly during the whole presentation without getting detected by her didn't settle well with her.
He didn't need to, but he answered her unspoken question when he saw her lost expression. "Our ship's stealth technology also conceals sound. Now answer my damn question, how do you know who I am!?
"Ehh, more like I've heard of you." Bra responded.
"From this side of the quadrant?"
"Words gets around fast. Plus I have connections in high places." In her reality that is. In this one, they most likely had no idea she existed since Supreme Kais wouldn't waste their time on such simple planetary squabble...unless it was about Majin Buu. However they do know the North Kai, King Kai, and as far as she knew, he's been a close ally to the gang since around the days that her father had landed on this planet.
Narrowing his eyes, he moved on. "Where is the Saiyan who defeated Frieza? The one named Goku?"
Wait, how does he know about Goku?! I know Frieza's is well known, but Goku? Bra's mind raced. "What about him?"
Seeing Bulma tiptoeing towards the doors of Capsule Corp. from his peripheral vision, the Hera-seijin outlaw called upon one of his goons to handle the problem.
"Bujin."
Snapping a hand out, threads, which were only visible under sunlight, sprung from the turbaned Hera-seijin's fingers, wrapping themselves around Bulma's arms and legs, causing her to trip and land on the ground unpleasantly.
"Mom!"
"Bujin's Psycho Threads have the capability to suck a person dry of their life energy. The more the victim struggles, the faster they die."
"And from the looks of it, this woman is no warrior. She'll be dead within seconds."
As Bulma froze with fear, Bra shook with panic, hoping that her father would swoop in for the save. Of all times, damn it father!
"Relax girl, the midget merely bounded her in his BDSM threads. He didn't activate its energy drain ability." Zangya reassured, feeling pity for her. She then smirked. "Besides, he usually saves that for Master Bojack."
"That's enough Zangya!" the outlawed Hera-seijin roared while Bujin gave the snarky woman a heated glare, disliking that he was always her target of jokes. It's not his fault that he was born short was it?
Bra's lips twitched, amusement creeping up on her at the female Hera-seijin's remark. Yup, this is totally Zangya!
"The bitch is right, but that can quickly change with a snap of my fingers. So again, where is the Saiyan named Goku?"
"Why are you looking for him? Hell why are you even here?!" Bra said angrily, taking a step towards Bojack.
While Bojack didn't move a muscle, all his followers, except the rebellious Zangya, came together for battle, as their leader had warned them that there were some warriors on this planet that are stronger than the Frost Demons. The female half Saiyan was definitely one of them, the amount of ki radiating from her form being a big indicator; in fact, Bojack said that her ki was the first thing he felt when he entered this solar system because it seemed to be on a constant state of stress.
Bra's failure to properly conceal her ki might have just doomed them all.
The Hera-seijin tyrant laughed. "I just wanted a good fight! If this 'Goku' could defeat Frieza, then maybe I could finally get a true challenge! Of course, I'm sure I've long surpassed Frieza, so if Goku hasn't trained at all since the Frost Demon's defeat, I'll get on with my next objective and take my leave."
Bra knew the answered, but she asked anyway. "Which is?"
"The Dragon radar, hand it over so I can collect the seven magical balls that will grant me any wish I desire!" He said firmly.
His response shocked Bra, because she had not anticipated for him to know of the Dragon Ball radar; she had expected him to outright demand the Dragon Balls, as if they could produce them from thin air. Bra was going to play dumb, but then her mother had to open her big fat mouth.
"If you think we are going to hand over the radar, you got another thing coming!" Bulma screamed threateningly…or it would have had she not been tied and on the ground, squirming like a worm.
"Shut up mom…" Bra hissed, a vein throbbing on her forehead.
"Let me out so I can get the others to help kick all of your asses!" Bulma went on, further pushing her daughter past her tolerance as well as Bojack's.
"Mom!"
She ignored. "You know what, I don't think we need the others! You can beat em all, right honey? I mean they all look like a bunch of-mmphh!"
Bra nearly thanked Bujin for using his thread powers to hush her mother up.
Bojack sighed, glad that the jabbering woman was silenced. "This Goku of yours is one serious idiot ya know? During my planet raiding travels, I came across this planet which had these weird big headed pinkish-red people. What were they called? Yarret… Yerdret…"
"They were called Yardrats, Master Bojack." The Hera-seijin with the sword strapped to his hip answered.
Bra's blood ran cold and so did Bulma's.
"Yeah, that's it, Yardrats. Anyways, seems like Goku is a blabbermouth. Damn near told em' his life story, which was boring as hell; that was until Frieza and the Dragon Balls were mentioned. I was told that from what Goku had told them, there were two sets of Dragon Balls. One set on the planet Namek, which was destroyed during the Saiyan's fight with the Frost Demon, and another set on this planet. The ones on Namek apparently had the abilities to grant three wishes and the ones here can only grant one."
"Since Namek went boom, planet Earth was my second choice. Better one wish than none right?"
The hell Goku?! Why did you have to tell them all that shit! Ugh… Well at least the bastard doesn't know that there is a New Namek and the Earth's Dragon Balls can now grant three wishes instead of one.
"Why the hell am I even telling her this?" Bojack asked his men with a frown, making them shrug in response.
"Fight me, Bojack!" Bra challenged, her fingernails embedding into her palm when she balled up her fists. "Goku isn't around now, but I can give you as much of a challenge as he can!"
Gauging the small yet toned half Saiyan, he knew that looks could be deceiving. Though her power had stopped rising, he was damn sure she had more stored in that tiny body of hers. He couldn't use the 'she is a female' card either because that belief had been shut down when he took in Zangya and trained her. She didn't know it, but she had the potential to be the strongest of his team; and he would have gladly helped her, if only she had remained loyal. She has become a nuisance at this point and if she doesn't sharpen up soon, I'll have no choice but to get rid of her.
"I'll humor you girl." Bojack said, beckoning her toward him. "Come at me."
That's all Bra needed to hear. Her Saiyan powers were brought forth to the surface with little effort, her eyes glistening turquoise as flares of gold covered her body, causing her hair to mutate to a different hue, shape and size.
And then it was gone, almost as if she had dreamed it. What the fuck? She thought, staring at her hands like they would provide her the answer. Thinking it was a fluke, she tried again, but was met with the same result. Trying it a third time made it even worse because her body didn't even release ki this time; in fact, as far as she could tell, she literally had no energy at all!
Bojack cocked his head in confusion. "What was that little light show display? Was that supposed to scare me or something?"
Bra tried to frantically bring forth her powers over and over again, but to no avail. She had none. Other than her fitted and toned form, she had less power than she did when she was fourteen! Kami, what is-
Locking eyes with the fusing rings, she gritted her teeth when she saw the purple gem on the golden ring pulse rapidly. Oh you've got to be shitting me! That Bul-whatever alloy must have screwed with the ring somehow! Rolling her orbs in annoyance, she grasped the golden ring and yanked it…only to have her fingers slip right off like it had been smeared with Vaseline. It soon became obvious that the damn ring was practically glued to her. She tried taking the silver one off and it slipped off without a problem. Placing it back on, she looked at Bojack, whose thick fists were straining with irritation.
"Something tells me that that wasn't supposed to happen huh?" Getting no response but Bra's tense glare, Bojack shrugged before pointed at Bulma, making her stop her squirming and the half Saiyan turn pale.
"Mom!" Bra yelled out, running towards her, aiming to intercept Bojack's attack. When she managed to stand protectively in front of her mother, Bojack grinned, retracting his finger back.
"You really are powerless now aren't you? If I had wanted to, she would have been dead long before you have gotten there."
Having the Saiyan Prince's DNA, this boiled her blood, fueling her to make dumb decisions…like rush in and attack a super-powered tyrant with no ki.
As soon as the Saiyan Princess was within reach, Bojack smacked her aside like a pestering fly, sending her tearing straight into Capsule Corp, causing consciousness to leave her.
Although muffled, Bulma screamed her daughter's name in distraught.
"Bido, pick up the loud-mouth and take her in the building. I'm sure she has the dragon radar somewhere in there, so do whatever is necessary to get it."
With a firm nod, the mohawked haired man walked towards the squirming frightened woman, grinning wickedly as he heaved her over his shoulder. Watching as his henchman entered through the wide hole left by the Saiyan Princess, Bojack smirked evilly. Soon, those Dragon Balls will be mine and I will have my wish!
Not too far away, a female Hera-seijin was thinking along the same line, the difference being that unlike his wish, hers was not entirely selfish.
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"Ladies and gentlemen! With the preliminary rounds over and done with, the final event can commence! As stated in all the aired promotions, the final event will not be the traditional repeat of the preliminary round, but instead, a heated ten man battle royal!" the announcer, Trevor, smiled as he basked in the shouts of the fans, their excitement causing his skin to tingle.
"We began with over twenty-five contestants, but only ten of the twenty-five can compete in the battle royal that will decide who not only is worthy enough to face the World Champ himself today in a singles bonus match, but win the astounding grand prize of ten million zeni!" The crowd exploded again, loving that they would get to see their Champ and world savor, as he had been the one to defeat the monster Cell, in action.
Trevor paused fleetingly, but this time because his in-ear mic whispered something upsetting, considering his sudden frown. Just as it came, his frown went, confidence returning.
"Now folks, usually we have Mr. Satan come out to greet his loving fans and give the contenders' wise and encouraging words, but it seems like the Champ is sick!"
His announcement had made the wild crowd gasp with worry, murmurs of the possible causes of his sudden illness making them feel concern for him and of course themselves.
"But fret not folks, the Champ himself had assured us that the illness is not contagious since he has been seen before by his personal doctor. Dr. Peterson, who is one of the best doctors in the world might I add, had informed him in previous visits that the 'illness' apparently happens to the Champ ever now and then do to his amazing powerful strength!"
Somewhere in the vast horde of people, a black haired teenage girl groaned with embarrassment.
"The battle with the villainous Cell had injured him severely, so much that even four years later he's still feeling the effects of the ruthless deadly battle! However, because this is the world protector we are talking about, I promise you that he will be back in shape and ready to fight the winner of the battle royal!" Trevor's comforting words seemed to have worked as the crowd looked more upbeat.
"Now let's introduce the competitors, give you all a little bio of them and then we can finally begin the battle royal!"
The giant screen suspended in the air by two pillars lit up, revealing ten images which showed the ten fighters; on the list was:
Krillin
Yamcha
Tien
Nam
Ranfan
Killa
Mighty Mask
Spopovich
Jewels
Bacterian
While Trevor was educating the spectators on the history of the competing martial artists, the World Champ was in a stall of the men's restroom, curled in the fetal position, cowering in fear.
I can't believe it's him again! The boy from the Cell Games! He thought his whining mental voice actually cracking.
He had been on his balcony, watching the preliminary battles when he saw a familiar face on the far spectator's benches. His hair wasn't blond, but for some reason he knew that at will, the boy could change its color and that it wasn't a trick. Even worse, he was seated and holding his Videl, which boiled his blood to no end. Unfortunately, there was really nothing that he could do because like it or not, that kid could crush him with a single finger; that angered him even further.
Not only that, but seeing the boy had brought to mind the dream he's been having as of lately…or were they memories? Seeing the teen had fleshed out the images within the dream, made them more vivid. He knew a group of fighters had come to fight Cell and his son, some he recognized were Tien, Krillin and Yamcha, which had all been tournament contestants before and were also in this one. The green man on the history list of contenders he recognized as Majunior, but thankfully, he was glad that he wasn't present since the files on him had stated that he was violent and nearly killed the opponent that was standing in his way of the championship, Son Goku. In the end, he had read that though critically injured, he had defeated Majunior and went on to become the winner of the 23rd Martial Arts Tournament.
Mr. Satan had thought that Goku wasn't present at the Cell Games, but that was because at the time he also had his hair blond, which meant that he had the same ability as the boy. It had crossed his mind that perhaps that was because the boy was obviously Goku's son, given his appearance, but that was quickly dismissed when he found out that not only could both the lavender-haired guy and pointy grumpy one do the blond thing, but so could the woman, who had the natural hair color of blue-green, not unlike the famous heiress Bulma Briefs's. Could it be that they were all related then? Highly unlikely.
But all of that wasn't what had him so spooked, so terrified; it was the other part of the dream, which was actually more like a hellish nightmare. Squeezing his eyes shut, he trembled when he 'saw' and felt his chest tighten, expanding as he was suddenly lifted into the air. Shortly after, he felt excruciating pain and then…nothing…everything went blank. The next thing he knew, he was on a long snake line path and then… floating…in front of a giant red devilish monster sitting behind a desk that was built for his frame.
The last thing he remembered was the monster slamming his gavel against his huge desk, telling him he was sentencing him to…
He would never find out because he had awakened in the wrecked site of where presumably the Cell Games had taken place. It hadn't been easy getting back to civilization on foot, but when he did he fainted from exhaustion. When he had come to again, he found himself on a hospital bed, with his daughter slouching on a chair, her hair in disarray with worry.
Shaking his head, Mr. Satan rose back up, puffing out his chest in what he pictured to be in a courageous manner.
Okay, you're the people's champion! They view you as their world savior…and if you want to keep that image, then you get your ass out there and show them how powerful and fearless you are!
Giving a forceful kick at the stall door enough to break it off its hinges, the Champ exited the restroom, resolved to take on whoever was the winner of the battle royal!
"YEEAHHH!" He exclaimed, pumping himself up as he made a beeline towards the gates that would allow his fans to finally see their beloved-
He screamed, his jaw-dropping, his eyes popping out of their sockets comically when he saw a large aircraft or dare he say, 'spaceship' materialize from thin air.
Hovering, the hatch door dropped down and out came five blue… al-alien?! Oh no! It's finally happening! Aliens have come to abduct us! To study and possibly make us their slaves!
As dread wrapped itself around him again, extinguishing the courage he had within him, he darted back inside to safety. The fighters along with the audience had been much too distracted by the bizarre appearance of a spaceship and five blue aliens to notice that he had even shown his face outside.
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Gohan shot up straight, Videl still leaned against his chest as they both stared at the aliens in the air.
"Gohan…who are they?" Videl whispered, giving the half Saiyan some space.
"I have no clue…" replied Gohan, tightening his fist. "But I have a bad feeling about this."
"Yeah…they don't look friendly at all." Eighteen added, readying herself in case their 'guests' decided, no when their guest decided to attack.
Sharpner shivered when he saw a sadistic grin that rivaled Cell's smear across the biggest alien's face.
"That one must be their boss…"
Erasa, who had awakened because of the commotion, gasped as she pointing a manicured finger at a familiar object within the meaty palm of the leader. "G-guys! H-he has the Dragon radar!"
Sharpner lightly slapped the blonde's hand down, trying to avoid unnecessary attention, but it hadn't mattered because it was the Dragon radar that had brought Bojack here to begin with.
Measuring the Android and three teenagers, Bojack's menacing eyes stopped on Gohan, who had no problem returning the look.
"Bujin, tie the boy up. He's the strongest here and most likely has the ball." The exiled Hera-seijin commanded.
With a smirk, the turbaned Hera-seijin threw his hands out, the half Saiyan tilting his head to the side when he saw nothing forming within his foe's palm. His confusion was put to rest when he felt some kind of invisible force encircled him, causing all his muscles to clamp up.
"Hey! What is this!?" Gohan grunted, struggling to break free.
"Gohan!" Videl cried out worriedly, approaching the half Saiyan.
"No, don't get close! Whatever's got me is taking my energy!" He said. Ugh, it's almost as if I lose more energy the more I try to…wait…
Surrendering his struggle to test a theory that had come to mind, Gohan grimaced as his idea was only partially correct. I'm still losing ki, but I at least slowed it down…
"Ha! You catch on quick boy!" Bojack's said, praising him with a couple of claps. "Now be smart and hand over the ball. Bujin will relinquish his hold as soon as you do!"
To his surprise, Gohan smiled mischievously. "How can I if I'm all tied up?"
Bojack scowled. "Kogu, check the little prick's pockets!"
Floating off to do what he was told, he patted the half Saiyan pockets, smirking when he found the ball on his right side. Fetching it out, he inspected it thoroughly, admiring its craftsmanship. Turning to Bojack he nodded. "Looks legit boss!"
The banished Hera-seijin scoffed. "Of course it is! I have the radar don't I? Hand it over!"
"No mean to disrespect your orders master, but do you really believe in this wish granting Dragon bullshit? Why not sell this and the other six when we find them?"
Taking a deep breath in before releasing it to calm himself down, he spoke. "If you want to live Kogu, hand over the damn ball!"
The sword-wielding Hera-seijin mouth dropped in shock when the Dragon Ball was abruptly swiped from his clutches. Pivoting around, he growled in anger when he saw a long black haired man grinning at him cockily, his tan hand playfully tossing the ball into the air tauntingly.
"YOU DAMN FOOL!" Bojack roared.
"Looks like you should have listened to your boss! If you want it back, you're gonna have to come and get it!"
"That won't be a problem!" Kogu said, unleashing his sword and dashing towards Yamcha at breakneck speed.
The former bandit managed to both pocket the ball and withdrawal his weapon from his back in a smooth motion, the two swords colliding and grinding with one another with the force their owners' put on to them. Yamcha gasped when the Hera-seijin broke the struggle and delivered a powerful kick against his stomach, sending him hurling back.
As Kogu blasted off to his opponent, the leader of the bunch faced Zangya. "Go follow them to make sure that dumbass doesn't screw up again!"
"And Zangya, this is your last chance. Mess this up in any way and you're done."
Turning around to hide her dark smile, she said. "Wouldn't dream of it Master Bojack."
Taking off after her teammate, Bojack turned to Gohan, who amazingly is holding up well. Losing ki hadn't caused him to panic. He didn't appear to be nervous whatsoever.
This bothered him.
"It won't be long before he kills that weakling and gets the ball back." Bojack said confidently. He then grinned. "Say kid, do you happen to know where the Saiyan named Goku is?"
Gohan's brows rose with surprise. "How do you know about him?"
Instead of diving into the explanation for the second time, he took the easier route, choosing to withhold that information. "Don't worry about that! Tell me where he is! I heard he is a very powerful warrior and I've been thirsting for a good fight for decades!"
Gohan stayed mute.
Bojack growled. "Urrggahh! Why are you all hiding him?! Is he dead or something?"
The teal alien didn't miss how the half Saiyan flinched.
"Ohhh so he bit the dust huh! That's too bad!" He said shaking his head with disappointment. "I guess those Yardrats were just bullshitting me! Probably hyping up this 'Goku' just to get me to leave them alone." He laughed.
"Or maybe they were hoping he'd appear with that weird teleportation technique so he could save them all." He continued.
H-he killed all the Yardrats!? He thought, shocked by the Hera-seijin's confession. So that's how he knows about the Dragon Balls and well everything! Dad must have opened his mouth! Ughhh father…why do you have to be so trusting…
"Well it wouldn't have matter. If those pink bastards had contacted him somehow, I would have slaughtered him just as I have countless others. Weaklings were made to be ruled over, to serve the strong, the powerful! And when they have run their use, they are to be tossed like the trash they-"
"That's enough!" Gohan shouted, his face twisting with revulsion as a powerful white aura surrounded him, successfully shredding the invisible threads that had bound him. "I know your kind! People like you disgust me! You're not a Kami! You don't get to decide who lives and who dies!"
"Hmmm, so the brat has got some spunk in him." Bojack murmured. "You're right, but I will be once I use the Dragon Balls!"
"That won't be happening!" Gohan spat, rising up into the air to level with the teal pirate leader. "You're right that Goku isn't around any longer, but his son is!" he cried out, his Super Saiyan power coming to life with little effort.
The space pirate's icy orbs expended, taken aback at the teen's increase in power. He then had a flashback of the girl he fought-no more like slapped aside and how she had briefly shown an identical transformation before it had faded away. "Huh, so that's what that girl was trying to do."
What? What does he…oh no! Bra and Bulma!
"What did you do to them?!" Gohan demanded, trying to keep his worry at bay. I should have known something happened down there! I mean how else would have this guy gotten ahold of the radar…hold on, isn't this that Bojack guy that Bra said I defeated as a child in her reality? I had asked her to describe how this guy looked like a few years back in the case that he was to unexpectedly show up. He seems to match her description.
Bojack shrugged. "The snappy woman we let go because I told her that I'd do that if she handed over the Dragon radar; I am a man of my word after all. However it won't matter because once I get my wish, this planet will be space dust. As for the other one, I'm not really sure. My weakest hit sent her flying. Honestly wouldn't be surprised if she's dead."
Gohan's tightened his fist, forcing himself to not lose control. That can't be! Bra is stronger than me! He must have caught her off guard or something!
"Anywho, you say you're the son of Goku huh? Well then, why don't you show me what the son of the 'all mighty warrior' Goku can do!" He said, smirking, not taking his eyes off the glaring half Saiyan. "Bujin and Bido, I don't want those buddies of his interfering in our fight so keep them entertained."
Bujin and Bido quickly sprang into action, attacking the closes victims, who happened to be Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa. Videl stepped in front of her friends, ready to defend them, but found out she didn't have to as a confident blonde Android came to their aid, connecting her foot with the chest of the biggest of the two Hera-seijins, the smallest getting punted backwards.
"The three of you, escort all of the people out of here! You'd just get in the way if you stick around!" Eighteen shouted over the terrified screaming crowd below. She didn't wait for a response, choosing to instead race to the mohawked Hera-seijin, who had righted himself and was also heading towards her.
The teenagers did as they were told.
While Erasa and Sharpner ran down the stairs as fast as they could, Videl flew down to the ground, having learned to fly thanks to Gohan. It had taken her some time to master the ability of flight and she had had her doubts, but it turns out that the half Saiyan was a better teacher than he thought he'd be. In addition to flying, since she had to learn to bring out and control her ki to fly, she had also learned to use energy based attacks. Her close range attacks were powerful, but unfortunately, her long-range ki attacks were next to useless as a trade.
Ensuring that Bido had the Android distracted, Bujin looked down at the tournament ring and with a wicked grin, waved his hand, causing dozens of shadowy spots to appear. The contestants looked on in horror as pitch black creatures rose from the floor like liquid, becoming solid in all shape and sizes when fully on land.
"These are merely a dozen of countless lives that Master Bojack, I and the others have ended. To refuse to join and fight with us, you are against us! However, just because you make the decision to side with us, doesn't mean that we'll just accept you. We will not accept those that are weak…well I could talk to the Master and see if he'd be willing to work something out, like have you become our janitor heh."
"Yeah, as if we'd ever join you and your brute of a 'Master'!" Krillin spat, crouching and readying himself for battle.
"I'd never sink to your level and became anyone's slave!" Tien said, flaring up his aura.
It really wasn't a surprise when the Z-gang found that the other contenders had long hightailed it out here…well all except Nam.
"Nam, this isn't a battle you can hand-"
Krillin's eyes rounded when he witnessed Nam's ki raise, a white aura encasing his body. "I am no coward, former monk."
"Leave if you become overwhelmed." Krillin sighed, accepting that the man wasn't going anywhere.
"I know my limits." He replied with a half-smile.
Giving his minions the signal, Bujin cackled as their eyes glistened an angry red, watching as they charged towards the three fighters.
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Not wasting a moment more, Gohan shot off towards Bojack, one of their forearms engaging in a struggle for dominance. Breaking from their deadlock, the half Saiyan went in for a blow to his stomach using his foot, but the space pirate easily captured his appendage, turned and hurled him towards the now vacant bleachers. Righting himself and touching the edge, he leaped upwards, vanishing while in mid-air.
Smirking at the half Saiyan's attempt of a sneak attack, Bojack twisted around and threw out a fist, however an afterimage is all he swiped, the Hera-seijin cringing in pain when Gohan connected a hard hit to the side of his neck. Dashing backward, the half Saiyan's orbs narrowed at the nasty smile gracing the Hera-seijin's face. Gohan gasped, his back curving backwards when he felt a large fist unexpectedly slam against his spine. Ugh, he's fast!
Bojack's blue large hand nearly consumed his head when he grasped the back of it. With his head within his clutches, the space pirate tossed him downward, extended a hand and fired a medium-sized energy blast at him.
Again Gohan was able to land on his feet. When he looked up, instead of seeing his enemy, he saw an energy wave rushing towards him. Lighting up his Super Saiyan aura, he effortlessly deflected the attack, deciding right there to return the favor.
Crossing his hands over one another, he threw them up and hollered, "Masako-Ha!"
Bojack laughed upon catching the attack with merely one hand, sizzling it into nothing as Gohan repeated what he had done earlier, which pissed the Hera-seijin to no end. Faster than the teenager had thought he would, Bojack whirled around and caught him by the throat, making him gurgle.
"Some challenge you are!" Bojack sneered, enjoying the manner in which he clawed at his hand and his eyes rolled back. "Whelp, fun while it lasted I guess."
Bojack was just about to snap the teen's neck when as always, much to his own annoyance, Piccolo came for the save, slamming a powerful fist to the side of the brute's head, causing him to release his death hold on Gohan.
Bojack swore as he rocketed downwards, breaking through the ground when he connected with it.
With an arm under his shoulder, Piccolo helped the teenager to the bleachers, sighing at the pathetic sight of his former student. Truth be told, Piccolo had been close by since the beginning of the half Saiyan's battle and could have intervened at any time. However, he chose not to, wanting to see how much Gohan has improved over the years.
"Tha-thanks Piccolo." Gohan said, giving the Namek a weak smile once he caught his breath.
The Namek snorted, making Gohan stare at him in confusion. "You know Gohan, there is going to be a day that I might not be here to help you. Remember I died during the fight with Cell."
Gohan faced down, the look of disappointment within his former mentor's dark orbs hurting him more than the choke hold Bojack had him in moments ago.
The rumbling ground caused them to look at the crater Bojack was buried in. Chunks of rocks and rubble burst from the terrain when the Hera-seijin leader broke through it, his blue eyes burning with rage at the sneak attack.
"I'll show your green ass to pull that sneak attack shit on me!" Bojack growled, charging towards the Namekian.
"You're the strongest one here kid. Get the job done." Piccolo said before taking off to aid the others.
"Right!"
Blocking the path Piccolo headed off to, Gohan received a glare from his foe. "Out of my way brat! I'll deal with you once I kill that green bastard! No one pulls that shit on me and lives! NO ONE!"
"If you beat me, you can do as you please!"
He gave a full belly laugh. "Boy, I've already beaten you! Why don't you go and enjoy the remainder of the time you have left-"
A column of golden light surrounded the teenager's form, causing the pirate to use his forearm to protect himself from the brightness. Lowering his arm, he was shocked to see that not only had the half Saiyan's demeanor harden, his sharper turquoise orbs radiating more confidence, but his power had increased dramatically.
"Well will you look at that!" He shouted with eagerness, the display of Gohan's ascended Super Saiyan state eclipsing the anger he had against Piccolo.
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Yamcha's feet dug into the ground as Kogu swung his sword, the former bandit clenching his teeth when he felt that the impact against his own weapon had caused the bones in his body to groan in protest. His willpower started to deteriorate, the superior strength of Kogu clearly shown from the manner in which he had Yamcha bending backwards. Beads of sweat slid down his head, dripping from his hair as the Hera-seijin gave his sword a push, ultimately making the former bandit complete the curve back. Fortunately, Yamcha was able to skillfully bend his head further back, exposing his throat; this caused Kogu's weapon to propel Yamcha's curved back to the point that the former bandit's sword became wedge into the ground, successfully saving himself from slicing his throat by his own sword.
The sword now embedded into the ground, the former bandit took action by using the wedged weapon as leverage, thrusting his knees into his foe's stomach. Kogu gasped, more from the cleverness of the attack than the pain; had Kogu been prepared, he would have easily recovered from such a weak attack.
With his hands still gripping his sword's halt, Yamcha leaped and twisted into the air, ripping it from the Earth. Upon touching the terrain, he sheathed his sword and raced towards the stunned Hera-seijin, extending his hands out like an animal readying to claw its prey apart.
"Wolf Fang Fist!" Yamcha cried out, hearing a mental howl of a wolf reverberating within his mind.
Kogu utilized his sword to block all the wipes and scratches that were being produced by his foe's ki filled fingertips.
"You're just wasting your ti-"
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Stunned again was Kogu when his sword was forced out of his hands, his shaking blue orbs following its spiraling form until it clanked flat on the ground.
Yamcha grinned with satisfaction.
Zangya didn't even bother holding back her own. She had been observing the battle quietly from the beginning and she must say, she was actually impressed at how well the human was holding up to Kogu. However, in the end, it doesn't mean a thing seeing as how the Hera-seijin isn't even trying; he's been toying with him.
But, there might be a way the human can turn things around. All he needs to do is get his hands on Kogu's sword…
Instead of making a run to his precious sword, to Zangya's surprise, he stood his ground.
He probably doesn't want to show his fear and embarrass himself like he did on the last planet looting when he lost grip of his sword against one of the weakest creatures on there She thought, smiling.
Thanks to his peripheral vision, he saw his fellow Hera-seijin teasing grin and well that gave the former bandit the time to make his next move.
"Spirit Ball!" faster than lightning, a yellow ball of ki appeared within his palm.
When Kogu saw the attack, it had already started to make a beeline towards him, so he didn't have enough time to dodge it. Squeezing his eyes, bracing himself, he was confused when he felt nothing but…was that heat?
Opening his eyes, he came face to face with the golden orb that Yamcha had thrown at him. It was just hovering there…inches away from his face…harmlessly-
Kogu swore when the ball crashed against his forehead, making his head snap back. Moving his index and middle finger like an orchestrator, Yamcha smirked, getting a kick at the feeble attempts Kogu made to capture the ball. Every hit that connected with the Hera-seijin only made him angrier, which was exactly what he wanted. Can't think straight when you're pissed off right?
Kogu shouted with triumph, having finally caught the ball, but that quickly changed when the golden orb lit up, blinding him briefly; it then exploded.
"Alright, that should hold him off until I can charge my-"
Yamcha cried out in pain when he felt an elbow connect with his spine, making him stagger forwards. Next came a blow to the stomach, the impact causing a glob of spit to burst from his mouth. Doubled over, Kogu delivered an uppercut, sending him upwards. Shooting into the air to meet him, the Hera-seijin witnessed the former bandit disappear before his eyes. "What the?!"
Now on the ground with his arms extended and concentrated glittering energy within his clawed hands, he shouted-
"Final Shine Attack!"
Yamcha recoiled when he fired off the attack he had learned from Bra, the kickback being more potent than he remembered. Ugh, was my form wrong or something? I know I've practiced it enough…
Kogu didn't look the least bit frightened at the alarming rate that Yamcha's attack was rushing towards him. He did however, look anxious and from the former bandit's vantage point, it seemed to happen with every glance he made with his sword, which still remained deserted in their chosen battlefield.
Zangya scrunched her nose up thoughtfully, her gaze having momently broken from the battle to study Kogu's sword. Her icy orbs widened the minute she saw her 'comrade's' sword tremble and light up a pulsating blue. Oh…that's not normal, at least not when it's not within his hands…
She then became shocked when Yamcha's aura mimicked the same color as Kogu's sword.
The wild haired Hera-seijin's concern changed into full blown worry, his sights breaking from his precious weapon when it dawned on him that his foe's attack was about to crash into him. Catching the shinning blast with his two hands, he hissed when his palms scaled with the amount of heat it was producing. He's getting stronger…. Wait, could it be!? No! It can't! It was meant for me!
Feeling himself actually getting pushed back, Kogu, to his disbelief, had to increase his power enough to match it.
Yamcha's charcoal eyes brightened. "Holy crap…I think I can beat him…" he murmured, the whole time believing that he was just stalling this guy until his friends came and helped.
Seeing Yamcha's smirk, Kogu frowned. "Wipe that grin off your face human! I have just been toying with you!"
As Kogu kept getting pushed further and further back into the air, Yamcha began to chant-
"Wolfff-Fang-Kaaaameeehaaameee-"
Unlike last time, a cry of a wolf did ring through his ears, or at least he thought as he without warning cut off his attack, blasted into the air and made a sharp turn behind Kogu. Grinning in a wolfish-like manner, he proceeded to scratch and slash at his back, shredding through his clothes and drawing out blood with every ki filled claw that sunk into his skin; Kogu's screams made Zangya's jaw drop.
Pausing his assault, Yamcha pressed his blood soiled hands flat against Kogu's back. Watching as they shone with blue energy, his unusual aura faded from his form before he could finish off crying out his finisher.
"HAAAAA!" Yamcha roared, his eyes following Kogu's body being carried towards the ground thanks to the Kameha-Wave.
The former bandit dropped to the earth with a sigh, weariness settling in. N-No, I can't rest yet… he thought, gazing at the emotionless female blue-green woman.
His sense of accomplishment evaporated as he bared witness to Kogu's pushing himself back onto his feet. It was like nothing had happened, which didn't make sense because he could clear as day see that he had been writhing in pain during his assault.
Zangya mentally cursed, having hoped that the human had killed the bastard. While she desperately wanted too, it would have been foolish to blindly attempt a finishing blow. If he were to avoid it, once he killed the human, he'd bring the ball back, report to Bojack of her betrayed and well, that was it for her wasn't it? I must wait…the right opportunity will present itself eventually…
Kogu had to suppress the urge to slap that subtle smirk off her face. "You could have helped! Your life's on the line too!"
"As I recall, you don't like getting help from others." Zangya scoffed, looking past Kogu and locking eyes with the tired Yamcha. "I think he's the one… the next person to-"
Kogu froze, stumbling back. "No! That's impossible! I'm the chosen one!"
"That was never stated. It was just some crap you put into your head because of your dumbass superiority complex." She gave a terse dry laugh. "Funny how despite this 'I'm the shit' attitude, you're the one who cowards the most when confronted by Bojack."
"Bu-but I am better than the previous owner! In fact, the sword itself has whispered to me that I'm the most powerful wielder it's ever had and that it'd be with me forever!" Kogu insisted, wanting nothing more than to reunite himself with the sword.
Zangya rolled her eyes. "Listen I don't know how that thing works, but there is probably a reason as to why it 'choses' new masters to wield it. Remember Kogu, excluding me since I wasn't a part of the team back then, you were the weakest until Bojack took you in for extra training sessions. Maybe it felt bad for you and decided to give you a hand."
Mumbling 'bitch' while he turned around, Zangya last spoken words churned within his mind as he made his way to gather his sword.
"Think back on the previous wielder. He was powerful with the sword yes, but without it, he was nothing. When he lost grip of it during the battle, he began to act much like you are now. You said the sword had started calling you, no? From the moment it touched the ground right? Well as soon as you picked it up, he looked like he was going to shit his pants from fear. He was trembling like a junkie looking for a fix and I think that is what that sword does to its wielders; it makes the wielders grow some kind of dependency towards it. Not only that, but the guy you killed said that he should've been stronger than he was, even without the sword. That means once he obtained it, he stopped training. I mean why train if carrying a weapon is all you need to do to get stronger right? Think about it, when was the last time you trained?"
Zangya inwardly grinned, knowing that everything she had said would be ignored the second he picked up the sword. Can't say I didn't try. Too bad I have to keep the act up for now and back his sorry ass.
Catching Kogu hurrying to his discarded weapon, though weaken, Yamcha went to intercept him.
"Trap Shooter!"
Yamcha skid to a halt, diving to the side when several green balls of ki were hurled towards him, just about scaling his shoulder; Zangya's stern face came out of nowhere, unfortunately blocking his path towards Kogu.
The former bandit grimaced.
"Surprised that you hadn't interfered up until now."
Zangya lips twitched, impressed that the warrior's dark eyes hadn't roamed her body the moment she stepped in. "Are you gay?"
Yamcha collapsed in bewilderment comically. "Why would you-why do you care?!"
Zangya shrugged. "Males that aren't have lust in their eyes the first time they see me."
Jumping back onto his feet, he smirked. "Aren't you full of yourself?"
"Not really, just stating facts."
"Heh, well let me tell ya, I've seen better."
Next thing Yamcha knew he was on the ground, beneath the female Hera-seijin's foot. "So you're saying I'm ugly?" she wasn't offended…honestly! She just… wasn't expecting a response like that.
Grabbing her leg with his hands, he twisted it until she was the one floored, the former bandit this time having his foot pressed against her stomach.
Yamcha would be lying out of his ass if he said that he thought she was ugly. In fact, if he didn't have left over feelings for the Saiyan Princess, he'd say she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Three years ago, he would have been salivating, spellbound from the fashion in which she was splayed on the ground, her orange hair unkempt and ruffled and her icy orbs wide with amazement. But not anymore…well that was kind of a lie. He did notice all that, but it just wasn't enough to Interfere with the battle.
So yes, this woman was breathtaking; it's just that she wasn't beautiful enough to put the planet at risk.
After the initial shock wore off, she moved in for an attack, but Yamcha leaped back, allowing Zangya to stand upright.
"Are you done fishing for compliments?" Yamcha asked, falling into his fighting stance and firing up his white aura.
Throwing her hands wide to the sides, she flared up her own aura. "Asshole…" she yelled with anger, breaking from the terrain, heading straight towards her enemy with a raised fist.
Zangya figured that whatever strength the sword had given him during the battle with Kogu still lingered because he had somehow tanked her strike with his forearm. Breaking from each other, they fell into a pattern of rapid blows.
Zangya's heart started beating faster than it ever has.
A/N: I actually had this chapter stored for a while now and I didn't post it because I was planning to expand it. There is more written, but I cut it here, deciding that this is long enough.
1. Erasa finally comes out of the closet...to Videl, who was the only one that didn't know lol
2. Poor Sharpner is friend zoned.
3. Gohan x Videl!
4. Fusion rings...
5. Bulranium lmao!
6. Yamcha showing how much of a badass he has become.
7. If you have watched the movie (Which I assumed you have), you'd know that all of Bojack's crew can do that thread thing. It's different here, as only Bujin can do it.
8. Kogu is also different. His sword is what fuels his strength. In other words, that's my excuse for Yamcha to be able to keep up with him lol
9. Zangya *hearts*
10. =)
Later guys!
(Posted: 6/4/18)
~Gater~