(Individual Lies here with a special message to Wakash1: Thank you, but I was already aware that Seripa, had died during the Bardock movie. That is partly why I wrote this story, which is a fan fiction that takes place in an Alternate Universe, detailing a what-if scenario had Seripa and Bardock survived. And yes, I have seen the movie where Bardock kills Chilled, but it came out many months AFTER I started writing this story. As I am not one to throw in the towel after beginning a story simply because of a wrench or two thrown into the cogs, I have decided to soldier on and tell the story that I set out to tell. Thank you once again.)
Chapter Twenty Two: Your Betrayal (Part II)
"You were told to to run away
soak the place and light the flame
Pay the price for your betrayal
Your betrayal, Your Betrayal!
I was told to stay away
Those two words I can't obey
Pay the price for your betrayal
Your betrayal, Your Betrayal!"
Your Betrayal-Bullet For My Valentine
DBZ
Broco groaned and shifted slightly as his eye opened and he found himself staring at a dust brown sky. He blinked in surprise (mostly because he was alive) and tried to sit up. He immediately clutched his sides and fell over, his eye wide open in pain. Broken ribs? No. At worst fractured maybe, but most likely bruised. He groaned and struggled to his feet, staggering a bit as his head spun wildly. As the spinning began to slow, and his vision cleared, he looked around slowly. Terror gripped him in the pit of his stomach as he took in the wreckage that remained of Berik's ship. Jagged hunks of metal lie scattered all around him for dozens of yards. The front portion of the ship, the bridge, was buried in the dirt and was burning.
He turned and found a section of the rear portion lying split open, debris burning on the ground around it. The terror in his stomach turned to a sickening feeling as he took an involuntary step towards it.
"Amotto…" He paused and looked around again at the debris of the ship lying scattered all around him in the black sand of what appeared to a gods-forsaken barren planet. He sank to his knees and his body slumped forward, his head hanging as he stared blank-eyed at the ground. Was he the only survivor…? Where was everyone else…? What the hell had happened?
"Broco!"
His head jerked up and he stood quickly, looking into the sky to see Diamond dropping down towards him, Berik's arm slung around her shoulder and his head drooped forward in unconsciousness.
He breathed a sigh of relief as she touched down before him and gently lay Berik down at their feet. She straightened up, rubbing her arm across her face as she took several deep breaths.
"Oxygen is thin up there. It's breathable here, though. Barely," she said grimly as she looked around at the wreckage.
"Where were the two of you?" Broco asked as he, too, looked at the wreckage again.
"I woke up about three miles back. There's debris stretching even further than that," she murmured. "I followed it and found Berik about two miles back, unconscious. He's not hurt, though. I don't think." She frowned and glanced at Broco. "Have you seen Falmer or Amotto?"
He shook his head slowly. "I only just woke up. I haven't had a chance to search for them. What the hell happened up there, though?"
Diamond shrugged. "I have no idea." She bit her bottom lip and glanced toward the wreckage. "Mind watching over Berik? I'm going to go check around for Falmer." She looked back at him. "And Amotto." She hurried towards the demolished ship before Broco could say anything.
He frowned after her and looked down at Berik at his feet. The Jynn-jin scientist was soot-covered and the left lens of his glasses was cracked, but he appeared to be unharmed. In fact it was amazing that the three of them had survived. Luck? He didn't honestly know. Just like he didn't know what had happened in space. One moment he's checking their ETA to Celestine Prime, and the next everything was chaotic.
He closed his eye and he thought back to those last few seconds. He had seen a bright flash of light and then Berik was slamming into the console between him and Diamond. And then…utter chaos. The ship had been split in two; he could remember that detail because he turned and saw the walls split. And he saw…
His eye shot open and he looked towards the wreckage. "DIAMOND!"
The Gylderian woman paused as she was about to step in the rear half of the ship and looked over her shoulder at him, startled by his sudden cry. "What is it?"
He started towards her, but suddenly stopped, his eye going wide. He lifted his hand and pointed behind her. "That!"
She frowned and turned around to find herself face to face with Falmer; Falmer with black hair, black eyes, and burnt-red skin. She gasped and took a step back as the man gave her a feral snarl.
"Shit!" Broco sprinted forward as Falmer raised a hand, ready to backhand Diamond. But he looked up at Broco and vanished; an instant later, the Saiyan man's head was snapping violently to the side, his body following less than a second later, and he slammed face first into the ground, sliding along the ground, plumes of sand flying into the air.
Before he had even come to a stop, Falmer was kicking him in his side and sending him sailing into the air. He was weightless for less than a second before he was hit again…and again…and again, again, again, again. He couldn't follow the Gylderian man's movement as he kept disappearing and reappearing and knocking him all around the sky. Each hit felt like a hammer blow, and there was nothing he could do to fight back. He was literally at the deranged man's mercy. And it didn't help that he was already injured from the crash.
"FALMER! Stop that!"
Broco suddenly slammed into Falmer's bare chest and the feral man caught his shoulders, squeezing hard enough to cause him a considerable degree of discomfort. Wincing, he looked down at Diamond as she stared wide-eyed up at them. He glanced over his shoulder and into the black pools that were Falmer's eyes as the man stared down at Diamond in confusion.
"Let him go!"
Falmer let go of Broco's shoulders and the Saiyan dropped like a stone to the ground. He landed on his back and let out an involuntary cry as the hit jarred every inch of his aching body. Diamond was standing over him in an instant, her eyes locked on the unmoving form of her husband hovering several dozen feet above them.
Broco gasped as he sat up, wincing as his bones and joints screamed in protest. He stood up shakily and glanced at her. "What's going on? What happened to him?"
"The Beast. Falmer has become The Beast. I always thought it was nothing but a story, but The Beast exists!" She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes never leaving the still-frozen form of Falmer.
"What's 'The Beast?'" Broco asked with a frown.
"It's…well, that!" she said as she nodded at Falmer. "The stories always told of The Beast being a deranged Gylderian that lost all sense of self and became a murdering machine. It's all primal instinct and wants nothing more than to cause pain, destruction, and death. But I was always told that it was just a story to keep our people on the straight and narrow! But it exists and it's my husband!" She shook her head and closed her eyes. "My husband…is The Beast."
Broco looked up at Falmer and swallowed. "This isn't good. How do we fight against something like that?"
Diamond sniffed and shook her head grimly as she opened her eyes. "We don't." Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Your power increases several times over when you become an Oozaru, right?" When Broco nodded she continued. "When a Gylderian becomes…this thing, his or her power can increase by up to 20 times their base power, according to the stories. Unless we can get through to him and maybe get him to return to normal, Falmer will…" she trailed off and looked away from her husband. "He'll kill us," she finished in a weak voice.
Broco sighed and lowered his head, closing his eye as he did. "And you don't think we'll be able to reach him, do you?" He opened his eye and looked at her.
Diamond looked over at him slowly. "I know my husband. But the stories…his mind is gone. In this state he is not Falmer anymore. Falmer is…gone."
Broco sighed and looked up at the still motionless Gylderian. Falmer was frowning down at Diamond, but the confusion that had been in place was gone. "Then you should be, too. I'll…well, I'm not sure what I'll be able to do. I know I can't beat him," he said with a bitter laugh, his gaze never leaving Falmer. "But I'll give it my best shot."
"No. I won't leave you to him," Diamond said, and then exhaled a shaky breath. "I'll fight him, t—"
Falmer vanished and everything seemed to slow down as he reappeared instantaneously and slammed his fist into Broco's cheek. The Saiyan's feet lifted from the ground as the punch drove him backwards. The pain of the impact had not even registered before the Gylderian was driving his other fist into Broco's other cheek, snapping his head around violently. Still no pain had registered. By this time Broco had been driven back only about fifteen feet.
What had just happened? Just how powerful was this monster? Broco could only think at this point as Falmer flipped backwards, driving his foot into Broco's back and sending him flying into the sky.
Now he was feeling pain. And he was feeling his lungs begin to burn. Diamond hadn't been kidding when she said the oxygen was thin. He hadn't even been sent up two hundred feet yet and he was already having difficulty breathing. Not that it mattered much, anyway. He was out of control and Falmer had all the advantages.
The Gylderian in question appeared above him and time slowed again as he drew his fist back. Broco closed his eye and sighed as the fist began to fly forward. What a way to go…
The ground exploded beneath his back, debris flying up and out in all directions from the extreme force of his impact. As chunks of rock and bits of metal rained down around him, Broco lay motionless at the bottom of the crater with his armor almost completely obliterated and his underarmor torn and stained with his blood. His single eye stared semi-sightlessly up at the feral beast that was Falmer grinning down at him with evil pleasure. Fight him? Fight that monster? What in the gods' names had he been thinking? There was no way he could have done any good against that thing.
Falmer began to descend and Broco let out a wheezy breath, flecks of blood spattering back onto his face. He let his eye close completely and he willed his mind to descend into darkness. He cringed involuntarily when he heard the Gylderian's feet touch the ground just to his left. How much longer was he going to torture him? Hadn't he dealt him enough damage?
Falmer knelt and closed his hand tight around Broco's neck. He straightened up, lifting the Saiyan from the crater as he hovered back into the air. He grinned at the seemingly unconscious Saiyan and tightened his grip; Broco's eye shot open and he let out an airless gasp of pain. Weakly, and feebly, he gripped at Falmer's hand around his throat. He knew there was nothing he could do, but his survival instinct was kicking in and he couldn't fight against it.
It seemed he had reached the end of his rope. At the hands of an ally, too.
"Hey!"
Falmer frowned and looked around until he saw a thin, shadowy form standing just behind a plume of smoke issuing from the rear portion of the wrecked ship. The form seemed to be adjusting something at its torso as it stepped forward and through the smokescreen…
It was a Saiyan female with dark green hair and a horizontal scar that ran beneath both eyes and across the bridge of her nose. As she continued walking towards the two of them she finished adjusting the cracked armor she had hastily thrown on. She was lacking in underarmor on her torso so the freshly healed scars on her arms, just above her elbows, were plainly visible. The scars on her thighs were hidden by the underarmor she did wear on her legs. The scar that had divided her torso was plainly visible as it stretched almost to her collarbone.
"I'll say it once: Put. Him. Down," Amotto threatened.
DBZ
The doors of the airlock slid open and Bardock looked sideways at his mate. They were both clothed in traditional Saiyan battle armor. His was his trademark colors of green and black, although he had a single guard stretching over his right shoulder and none covering his thighs. It wasn't his favorite style, but it was all that had been aboard the ship in his favorite colors.
Seripa, on the other hand, had managed to get her favorite style armor with a single shoulder strap in her favorite colors. Her underarmor, however, was blue instead of her usual pink. Bardock would have laughed at her, but he was stuck with maroon for his underarmor. And besides, ever since she had had her talk with Leta, she had been uncharacteristically quiet. Sure she still spoke to him, but her usual attitude was subdued. He wasn't sure if it was because of the talk with Leta or if it was because Peppa had tracked down Frieza's ship and discovered that it was only a few hours behind them. Or if it was even because they were about to meet with the legendary Turpin, Tettuce's very own mentor, in person.
Bardock just had no idea.
Either way, they had finally reached Celestine Prime and were mere moments from meeting the man. The two princesses had decided to radio ahead and let him know that they would be arriving shortly. Turpin had agreed to meet with them as soon as they docked. So Bardock and Seripa had been prepared to meet with an old Saiyan.
What they didn't expect to see, as the airlock doors slid open, was Seripa and Leta's mother, Seluri, standing beside the old, scar-faced Saiyan. Bardock merely quirked a brow, but Seripa let out an audible gasp and took a step back in shock.
Seluri rolled her eyes and cast her daughter a stern glare as she flicked a fold of her dark purple cloak over her shoulder. "You believed I was dead, right? Well there are a few things you need to know now that the whole universe has gone crazy."
"Tha' go's wit'out sayin'," Turpin said with a chuckle. "Firs' thin's firs', though. Whar's Tettuce?" The older Saiyan leaned sideways to look past Bardock and Seripa, almost eagerly it seemed.
Bardock sighed and glanced at Seripa as she looked down. But she was the one who answered.
"Dead. Frieza killed him on Jynn-jin 13."
Turpin's eye widened and his mouth fell open behind his massive gray beard. He stared in shock for a moment before closing his mouth and narrowing his eye slightly. "Ah see. Ah shou'da know'd." He sighed and shook his head slowly. "Tettuce, m'boy. Di' he a' leas' go ou' figh'in'?"
Bardock nodded his head once. "To the bitter end. Everyone aboard this ship, including the traitorous trash in the infirmary, is alive because of him."
"Hm. Well. Leas' he fin'lly di' somethin' righ'." Turpin smiled proudly, albeit a little sadly. "So's, Ah hear's ol' thunda liz'rd is headin' dis way. Dat true?"
Seripa answered this time. "Unfortunately, yes. He is only a few hours behind us."
"Ah see. Goo' thin' we got's a ship prep'd nd' ready fer take-oft. Eh, Sel?" Turpin glanced sideways at his companion and grinned a toothy (as toothy as he could give, considering) grin at her.
Seluri rolled her eyes and folded her arms across the breast-plate of her black and gold armor. "It is amazing that I ever thought I missed you and Ka'bijj. Your speech is as atrocious as ever. And to make matters worse, Ka'bijj is not around anymore to balance out your annoying vulgarity."
"Ah, ye know's ye miss'd me." Turpin winked at her before letting out a bark of laughter that made her roll her eyes.
Bardock and Seripa, meanwhile, exchanged bewildered glances before looking back at the older Saiyans.
"Whatever. The only reason the ship is even prepped is because I just got here myself." She cast a quick glance at Turpin, a faint trace of a smile in her eyes, her stern expression barely hiding her amusement. She looked to the other two then. "Turpin just barely filled me in on everything that has been happening. And I must say that I am quite surprised to find you alive, Seripa. The whole reason I left Planet Vegeta was to take care of Dodoria myself." She turned her gaze to Bardock and offered a slight smirk. "I was in the Mess Hall when you were trying to convince those lowlifes that Frieza was on his way. The only thing that I do not know is where you all have been for the last year. I was convinced that you were dead and that Seripa was, too."
Seripa frowned. "Why did you even care? You've never cared about anything regarding me before. Why start now?"
Seluri's smirk vanished and she cut her eyes sharply at her daughter. She was silent for a moment as she regarded the young woman who was just a hair shorter than her. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she sighed. "You have every right to be upset, I suppose. I was never really there for you, was I?" She sighed again and shook her head as she ran a hand over her face. "It is entirely my fault and I do not blame you for your anger. I could have and should have been there for you, guiding you and training you to be your very best. But ever since the day you were born…" she trailed off and looked at Seripa with an unreadable expression.
"What?" Seripa demanded.
Seluri smiled sadly, her stern expression softening dramatically. "I never told you this, but you were not my first daughter. Many years before you were born, I gave birth—"
"To another daughter." Seluri looked up and behind Seripa and Bardock. They both turned as Leta stepped from around the inner door of the airlock. She was glaring daggers at her mother. "To me."
Seluri's eyes widened and she looked from Leta to Seripa and then back to Leta. She took a step forward, moving between Seripa and Bardock absently. But Leta held her hand up to stop her.
"Finish what you were saying. What does my birth have to do with you treating Seripa the way you did?"
Seluri, never taking her eyes off of Leta, spoke slowly. "When she was born, she looked just like you. It hurt me…to see her every day. I never knew what happened to you. I believed you dead all this time. It pained me to see her every day and I did not want to endure that pain. Leta…" she stepped forward, but the younger woman held her hand up again.
"No. That does not excuse your actions. You were once a Cleric of the Old World. You could have trained Seripa in the ancient arts and you could have killed King Vegeta with little effort. If you had not abandoned Ka'bijj and Turpin, the three of you could have started a resistance movement decades ago. Ka'bijj may have lived; Planet Vegeta may never have been destroyed; Planet Gylder may never have been destroyed. You are partly to blame for everything that has happened since you left the other two remaining Clerics behind." Leta took a breath and looked away from Seluri. "There is so much that I have wanted to say to you. But now that you are here before me…All I want to do is strike you."
She looked up at her mother with a sudden slight smirk. "But given how powerful you really are, what good would that do me?"
Turpin quirked his unscarred brow as he stared at Leta. He looked at Seripa and then at Seluri. "Gah. Don' we'r ident'c'l clo'hes. Ah'd neva tell ya's 'part." He grinned as all three women glared at him. "Wha'? Jus' bein' hones'." He laughed and glanced at Bardock. "Yer B'rdock, righ'? Tettuce's 'ppr'ntice?"
Bardock frowned but nodded. "Former apprentice, anyway."
Seluri glowered at Turpin. "Shut up, will you? I need to speak with my daughter. Daughters," she said as she turned back around. "I must speak with the both of you."
Leta shook her head. "You can speak with Seripa. She is, after all, accompanying you and Turpin. I am not. I have a duty to my people to ensure their survival."
Seluri took a step forward, but stopped. She stared at Leta longingly. "Will you not come with us? I would love to have a chance to get to know you."
Leta shook her head, never taking her eyes off of her mother. "I cannot. Surah and I are taking this band of survivors, Saiyan and Gylderian alike, to a planet called…Earth. It is in a section of the universe that is largely unexplored. There is an advanced race that resides there, but Frieza and his family know nothing of its existence. Our hope is to rebuild our races there."
Seripa turned to Leta in surprise. "Earth? Why Earth?"
She smiled in return. "For the simple reason that Frieza does not know about it. Plus, Aurah…she fell in love with the planet when she tracked young Kakarrot there. And it is a very lovely planet. It also seems rather peaceful. It will be a good place to rebuild our races."
"Will you find Kakarrot?" asked Bardock as he glanced around at her. "Find him and take care of him for us, until we can join you?" He looked down at Seripa as she looked up at him in surprise. "It would be a great place to live in peace after we take Frieza and his family's regime down."
She smiled slightly and touched his arm. "Yes, it would. Maybe even have an actual family there."
Seluri looked between the two of them sharply. "Wait a minute. Are you two mated?"
Seripa and Bardock looked at her. "Yeah, what of it?" Seripa asked.
"He was your Captain and mentor. And you two are mated?" She shook her head in what appeared to be wonder. "How did you manage that?"
Bardock was the one to answer. He shrugged and said, "It just happened. I admired her for her resilience and her advanced ki control. But my admiration eventually grew to somethin' else as she grew stronger." He smiled and shrugged again. "I never planned on it, but I'm glad it happened." He looked down at Seripa with a smirk. "Especially now. My mate took on Frieza and even defeated a member of the Ginyu Force. I couldn't be prouder."
Seluri nodded and smiled, but it faded when she saw the dark look on Leta's face. "What is it, Leta?"
She looked up sharply and frowned, clenching her teeth together. "None of your business!" She turned to return to the ship, but paused and turned to Seripa. "Please stay safe and I will find Kakarrot and take care of him until the two of you return. Good luck and get strong." She smiled and seemed to want to embrace her sister, but she turned away and hurried into the ship.
Seripa stared after her with wide eyes. But she frowned and sighed, glancing at Seluri. "Tettuce was her mate. Hers and Surah's." At the look of appalled confusion that came across her mother's face, she quickly recounted what she knew of Aurah, Leta, and Surah.
When she was done, Seluri just stared at her. "Gods…such a thing is possible?"
"Ye shoul' git ou' mor' of'en, Sel. Nste'd o' hidin' ou' on a junker o' a plan't." He laughed and turned to walk down the corridor they were standing in. "We shoul' be goin'. Thunda liz'rd ain't fa' b'hin'."
"What about me?"
Everyone turned to see Turles standing in the airlock with his arms folded across his chest. "Don't I get to go, too?"
Turpin arched his scarred eyebrow and glanced from Turles to Bardock. "Fam'ly m'mba?"
Bardock frowned. "Brother. Turles, you ain't comin' with us."
"We need you to protect Leta, Surah and the others," said Seripa. "Especially with Blythe to worry about in the brig. You're the only one left strong enough to do that."
Turles scoffed. "Don't patronize me. I know what y'all are goin' to do. You all are goin' to train and get stronger to take on Frieza. I ain't stupid and I want to get stronger, too. So I'm comin'."
Bardock narrowed his eyes and glared at his younger brother. "Ain't happenin', Turles. You're stayin' with the others so you can protect them. We're not patronizin' you. Someone needs to stay and take care of them and you're the last option."
"'Sides, Kid, ya wou'dn' b' able t' han'le da gravity whar we's goin'," said Turpin.
Turles narrowed his eyes and cut them towards the older Saiyan. "Where are you all goin' then?"
Turpin grinned. "Da last o' da tra'nin' gr'nds. N't all o' dem was d'stroyed. Der's st'll one lef'. Jus' da one, though."
"And the gravity there is intense, then?"
"Sixty times Standard," said Seluri with a glance towards Turpin. "It was not the most intense of our training grounds, but it will suffice for what Tuprin has planned."
"And the plan is?" asked Turles.
"You're not goin', Turles," growled Bardock. "Don't make me knock your ass out."
Turpin chuckled. "Da pl'n is s'mple. Deez two'r gonna tra'n t' beat Frieza," he said, jerking his thumb towards Seripa and Bardock. He blinked his eye and frowned as he regarded Bardock. "Wha's it?"
Bardock was staring off into space, his eyes narrowed into slits. "I…sense something powerful. It don't feel close, but it is strong."
Seluri quirked an eyebrow and stared incredulously at Bardock. "You sense power readings?"
"S'a e'sy 'nuff skill, Sel," Turpin said as he turned his gaze in the direction Bardock was staring. "Ah. Yeh, p'werf'l fer sure. Feels…Gyl-der-i-an."
"Feels like…Falmer…" said Bardock with a frown. "And it's pretty far away, too. But it couldn' be Falmer. There's no way he's that strong."
"Ah wo'ldn' b' so sure, Bardock." Turpin frowned and glanced at the shaggy-headed Saiyan. "Der's a l'gend o' a pow'rful ch'nge dat a Gyl-der-i-an c'n go t'rough. Makes 'em s'per str'ng. T'ink 'bout dis: Su-per Sai-yans 're s'posed t' be n'thin more'n l'gends, righ'? Well, dat l'gend ain't no l'gend a'tall. So's i's p'ss'ble dat Gyl-der-i-an l'gend ain't no l'gend eit'er, righ'?"
Bardock frowned as he regarded the older Saiyan. He had to admit that it was rather difficult to understand the man's accent, so a lot of what he heard was garbled. But he got the gist of it. He considered the possibilities and looked back in the direction of the power. "So Falmer transformed into some sort of Super Gylderian, then?"
"Nah. Dat one 'as mos' lik'ly b'come Da Beast." He turned to Seluri. "Da ship's ready, eh?"
"Yes. It has been ready. Do you want to go investigate?"
He grinned and nodded. "O' course."
DBZ
Falmer glared at Amotto.
Amotto glared at Falmer.
Broco feebly clutched at the hand still closed around his neck, his face beginning to turn purple.
Diamond looked frantically between Amotto and Falmer, not sure what to do. Her husband had become a murderous beast and it was highly likely that he would kill them all in his out-of-control state. But what could she do?
"So that's how you wanna be?" Amotto said loudly. "Fine!"
Diamond jerked her attention to Amotto as the woman suddenly lunged forward; dust and debris kicked up behind her and in the blink of an eye her fist was imbedded in Falmer's face. The force of the hit produced a shockwave that knocked the Gylderian woman from her feet and sent Broco flying from Falmer's grasp. Falmer, meanwhile, was sent flying backwards.
"I warned you!" cried Amotto as she gave chase, driving her fist deep into The Beast's bare stomach. "I warned you!" she cried again as she shot around in a flash and kicked him in his back, sending him rolling and tumbling across the ground.
Broco landed on his back with a gasp and he immediately started coughing.
Diamond jerked her attention to the bald man and then looked around as shockwaves continuously erupted all around them. Were Falmer and Amotto fighting? She had completely missed the exchange between them, being that the fighting was beyond her own level.
Wait…was that Amotto? Was that really Amotto? Diamond focused her senses on the woman and gave an audible gasp as she felt the familiar power of the Saiyan woman. It was her! But how…? The woman hadn't even possessed a tenth of this power before she was almost killed. But now, barely healed from her near-death experience and she was fighting The Beast with power far greater than she should have now. It should have been impossible!
Amotto drove her elbow into Falmer's face and brought her other fist around to drive into his stomach. She pummeled him rapidly and repeatedly, refusing to relinquish the upper hand or allow for any openings. She struck him across his face, spun around and kicked him in his kidneys, then brought both hands up and jackhammered him into the ground. Chunks of rock and plumes of sand flew out from the point of impact.
And still she didn't let up as her blue aura ignited and she dropped down, driving both knees into his chest with enough force to crack the ground beneath Falmer's back and deepened the crater that had already been created. She jumped up, flipping backs to land nimbly on her feet, and she shot forward like lightning as Falmer climbed back to his feet. He looked in her direction and her fist connected with his jaw, snapping his head around violently. Her fist came around and struck him in the other side of his face, snapping his head around the other way. Back and forth, over and over, she punched him with lightning-quick strikes, driving him backwards until they were moving up and out of the crater.
This much Diamond could see and she stared in open-mouthed awe as she watched Amotto beat the tar out of Falmer. The Saiyan woman had grown immensely powerful, that much was certain. And she was proving it with every punch and every kick…
Amotto suddenly jumped back and dropped into an odd stance, her right leg out front as she crouched low and her left leg stretched out to the side. She held her arms up, one held parallel with her chest while the other was held out, opposite of her stretched out leg.
Falmer shook his head slowly and turned his cold, black-eyed gaze on the Saiyan. He looked at her expressionlessly, seeming to wait for her next move.
Amotto smirked and suddenly feinted forward, then flipped to the left, and springing forward as soon as her feet touched the ground to strike Falmer in his gut, doubling him over. She sprang back, then lunged forward and jumped up to drive both knees into his chin, at the same moment driving her elbows into the top of his head, causing him to stagger backwards holding his face.
Her feet hit the ground and she dropped back into the stance as she regarded the Gylderian.
"Well? You gonna fight back? Or am I too much for you?!" she demanded, her gaze cold as she regarded the black haired man.
Falmer dropped to his knees, keeping his hands over his face. He remained motionless for several moments with the Saiyan woman and Diamond staring at him. Broco managed to push himself into a sitting position and he, grimacing, stared in awe at the two fighters.
Amotto…she had grown so powerful. It was amazing!
But he couldn't help but notice that Falmer was showing no signs of damage from her relentless, all-out attacks.
And the Gylderian lowered his hands to reveal his feral grin as he looked at Amotto.
"Is that all you've got, Saiyan?" he said with a raspy, deep tone. The first words he'd spoken since he'd awakened.
Amotto's eyes went wide and she lowered her hands slowly. "Shit…"
DBZ
"The ship is gone, Sauza."
An alien with blonde hair and blue skin, wearing armor with a single guard over his left shoulder, over dark purple underarmor, turned his attention towards a massive dark green alien were similar armor over underarmor that only covered his legs. They were all standing on the darkened bridge of a cruiser.
He frowned as he asked, "What do you mean the ship is gone? Where did it go?"
"Dunno, Sauza. It just vanished."
"It looked like it exploded!" piped up an orange alien wearing identical armor and armor to Doore. "There was a bright flash and then it was gone."
Sauza looked at the orange alien. "Well you're the gunner, Naize. Did you shoot them down?"
The orange alien, Naize, widened his massive eyes and shook his head vigorously. "Of course not, Sauza! I was only watching them. I never fired, I swear!"
Doore glanced at the orange alien and shook his head with a sigh. "He didn't shoot them down, Sauza. But he's right that it did look like an explosion. But it happened so fast, and then the ship was gone. There is a nearby planet that they could have crash-landed on. Do you want to check it out?"
Sauza's frown deepened and he lifted a hand to stroke his chin. "Lord Coola wants us to follow them and find out where they are going…But if they're dead then that mission is over. We will investigate and if there are survivors, we will find out what we need to know and then finish them off." He suddenly flashed a sinister grin and folded his arms across his chest. "King Cold and Lord Coola want to eradicate the Saiyans, and I have no problem with obliging them there."
"What about those rumors of the Saiyan Tettuce taking down Ginyu, Sauza?" asked Naize.
Sauza laughed and looked over at the orange alien again. "That cream-puff? Yeah, Tettuce was strong, but the three of us out-class Ginyu by spades. And besides, Tettuce is dead. There are no Saiyans left with that kind of power. These Saiyans are toast."
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