Myshel's flashing teal eyes shifted to the last soldier in her path as she continued her rampage. The soldier met her glance with horror, and slowly started to retreat from the half-Saiyajin, but Myshel had no intentions of letting him escape. She reached out and snagged her hand on the front of his uniform, then yanked him back towards her violently, the soldier letting out a cry of fear. Myshel lifted him off of the floor with ease, holding him a foot and a half off of the hardened gray tile while he started to struggle halfheartedly against his constraint, knowing full well there was nothing he could do to free himself from the hold of the flaming young woman that was in front of him. With a trademark smirk, this one laced with evil, Myshel flicked her wrist and sent the soldier crashing into the roof, where he punched clean through to the floor above. A few brief seconds later, and he returned through the hole he had made and slammed into the floor, not moving again.

Kistios had his eyes locked on the furious figure of Rejhan, who turned to meet his gaze with a look of fierce determination. He was looking over the demi with some interest, surveying her transformation and noting the differences. Her hair had changed from the jet-black it once had been to a fiery blonde, and now acted as if it had been through an electrical storm, jutting out at odd angles. Her dark, sparkling black eyes were now a shining teal, and her overall appearance had become more powerful than before. A quick glance over at Myshel yielded the same observations, finding that the two girls must have undergone the same transformation. Growling lightly, he silently cursed himself and the rest of the soldiers that had let these two roam freely about the complex. 'If I had taken care of them in the first place, then we would still have the Saiyajins in our possession and none of this nonsense would have happened...' he thought, mentally shaking his head.

Myshel took one more look down at the now soundly unconscious soldier that lay crumpled at her feet and turned, striding over to Rejhan's side and shifting her concentration to the figure clad in all black. His emotionless eyes were watching them closely from where he stood in the middle of the corridor, as if he was waiting for the two of them. Just the mere sight of her enemy standing with the air of confidence that he did made the demi-warrioress hiss in anger, her aura of pure energy flaring out momentarily as her ki fluctuated. Rejhan exhaled through her nose once before taking in a breath to speak.

"Well? What are you waiting for, a written invitation? If you want us, come and get us," the demi snarled, crossing her arms as she continued to stare hatefully at the battle-scarred warrior in front of her. Myshel clenched her fists tightly, a few of her knuckles popping in the process as she glared at Kistios coldly. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Myshel saw a flash of movement, and she diverted her eyes to see what it was. A rather short, bulky man with long, bluish-black hair pulled into a low ponytail was sneaking along the wall towards a door behind the two Saiyajin girls. His blood red and black uniform was dusty and torn in some places, but it looked like he had largely been able to avoid physical battle. The man stopped and looked up, accidentally catching the eyes of the watchful demi. It was like a bright flash of light shot across her head from temple to temple as Myshel's teal eyes locked onto the steely gray ones of the potential escapee, and Myshel smirked as she spoke up.

"Hey Rej, you're gonna have to handle Kistios by yourself for a moment," she started, doing a partial about face and squaring off with the suddenly cowering figure of the escaping telepath. "I have some ... business to attend to."

Rejhan nodded her approval, turning her head momentarily to see where Myshel was off to. Kistios' eyes went from the two Super Saiyajin females to the soldier behind them, and he took a breath, anger arising in him as he recognized the figure. "Taine! You told me you could break her, not set her off!" he exclaimed, referring to Myshel. Said demi-Saiyajin laughed somewhat evilly, taking a few steps towards the escaping telepath, who shrank down against the metal wall behind him.

"Taine, is it? So you're the unimaginable bastard who thought it would be a good idea to play in my past to see if you could get me to break down?" Myshel said smoothly, crossing her arms. "Well, I hope you understand that there are consequences for your actions."

Without warning, Myshel sprang towards Taine, drawing her fist back in preparation for her attack. Taine could do nothing but look on in terror, knowing full well that he was physically unable to compete with the demi-Saiyajin. Nanoseconds later, a hand slammed into his stomach, and Taine exhaled quickly and contracted around it. Myshel wasted no time, immediately twisting and throwing a roundhouse kick that connected with the telepath's head and started him towards the right wall. Myshel reached out and snatched one of his ankles out of the air however, jerking him back before hurling him into the opposite wall, where he collided with the steel with a sickening crunch. Myshel bolted after him, clearly not done with her thorough punishment of the man who had meddled with her memories.

Rejhan watched Myshel's assault with a sort of devilish satisfaction before turning and glaring at Kistios once more. Kistios shook his head in scorn before meeting Rejhan's glare with a harsh glance of his own. A loud crash echoed throughout the corridor, obviously emitting from another measure of pain Myshel was inflicting on Taine, but neither the battle-hardened Captain, nor the glowing demi-Saiyajin paid any attention to it. Rejhan gritted her teeth and sneered.

"Well, hop to it, sir, or would you like it better if we just left? I have more important things to attend to, but if you wish, I can still destroy you," she spat. Kistios snorted and shook his head.

"No, you cannot be allowed to escape, and neither can your friends and family," Kistios replied, smirking. "I will destroy you and your little friend here, then I will reacquire the other Saiyajins and continue along as planned. Your little resistance is simply ... amusing, you see, nothing more."

Rejhan growled; the muscles in her body contracting slightly. "Amusing, are we? Well we'll see just how amusing we are when we're finished tearing you apart!"

Rejhan and Kistios launched themselves at each other, Kistios powering up as he advanced. Timing the Captain's arrival carefully, Rejhan lashed out with an axe kick aimed at Kistios' head. Kistios sidestepped this and rounded with his own barrage of punches and kicks, tightening his form as he began his attack on the young demi. Rejhan patiently parried each blow, examining Kistios' clearly advanced form closely for any sign of weaknesses. A snarl of triumph echoed out through the halls, signaling to Rejhan that Myshel had succeeded in beating Taine to her liking. Seconds later, the other blazing Super Saiyajin demi appeared at her side and wasted no time in commencing her own round of attacks on the Awlgrenian captain. Kistios grunted in effort as he adjusted his form to allow for a second opponent, now throwing attacks at Rejhan while blocking attacks from Myshel.

Rejhan caught sight of a brief lapse in Kistios' defenses and her senses reared in excitement. Immediately, she flared her ki and forced her left fist into his chest, knocking Kistios back suddenly. Myshel quickly added her own sweeping trip, lashing out at the Captain's legs. Kistios recovered from Rejhan's connected attack and leapt up, avoiding Myshel's, but suddenly, it felt as if a 5 ton weight had smashed into the top of his head, and he went zooming into the floor, cracking the tiles. Myshel threw a quick smirk at Rejhan, who was hovering above and recoiling from the elbow she had just sent at Kistios. Rejhan's eyes flashed as she smirked back.

Kistios groaned and scrambled to his feet, but he had no time to recover as Myshel slammed a foot into his stomach, and Kistios was on the move again, flying backwards into the wall with another crash. He screwed up his eyes on the collision, pain shooting through his body as he rolled to the floor. Letting out another groan, he opened his eyes and looked up, freezing momentarily when the sight of Rejhan and Myshel, both glowing gold and sporting looks of extreme malice, charging straight at him.

...…………….

"Come on, guys, we're almost there," Gohan said, shifting his grip on his younger brother and turning to make sure that his father and Vegeta were still behind him. Goku's face was exhausted but set in determination as he tailed his oldest son, and Vegeta scowled as usual as he tiredly followed, Trunks tucked carefully under his arm. Gohan fought his own tiredness as he stared down and checked the holographic map again, then turned left down another corridor. He hastened his jog a bit as his feet pounded away at the tile under them, doors flying by as he passed. Taking another left and a quick right, Gohan silently reassured himself that his sister and her friend were going to be just fine. He couldn't help but be a little worried about her; she was his sister and she really hadn't had any formal training.

Finally, Gohan and party pulled into view of a large set of double doors. Sighing in relief, he shot straight towards it as fast as his body could carry him, shutting down the map and replacing it in his pocket while withdrawing the capsule that held the ship. Gohan growled and leapt into the air, throwing his leg out and forcing it into the middle of the two doors. They sprang off of their hinges with speed, taking off outside as Gohan, Vegeta, and Goku with Goten and Trunks in tow burst into the double sun light that was radiating down on Awlgrene. The two adults and the adolescent surveyed their surroundings and stopped.

A crew of around twenty to twenty five guards and foot soldiers had their eyes locked on the group of five, stunned at their sudden and violent emergence from the complex behind them. Gohan looked around and groaned, clearly not happy with the fact that there was now a resistance between them and getting home. Vegeta growled in frustration.

"Are we ever going to get off of this rock!" he exclaimed. He thrust young Trunks into Goku's arms and stormed up to the closest soldier, drew back, and leveled him in one sound blow to the head. Without missing a beat, he rounded on a second and hit him with a spin kick, sending him crashing into another pair of soldiers. All three of them cried out as they tumbled heavily to the ground, their weapons clattering away from them. Vegeta stumbled backwards a bit and raised a hand to his face, grinding his palm into his forehead. "What the hell is wrong with me ...?" he mumbled.

He didn't get an answer, as Gohan and Goku had set the young demis down and were throwing quick attacks at the remaining soldiers. Vegeta recommenced his assaults, and quickly, the three male Saiyajins had disposed of their opposition. Slamming the heel of his hand under the chin of the last one standing, Goku sent the soldier soaring into the air before plopping down on the ground with a whine, rubbing at his eyes.

"I'm tired ... Gohan, what's going on?" Goku asked, and for a moment, Gohan got the fleeting impression that it was Goten sitting on the floor pouting.

"I don't know, Dad, you're just going to have to wait until Rejhan and Myshel get back and ask them, ok?" Gohan replied, retrieving Goten from the floor and tucking him under his arm again. Goku let out another whine and hauled himself to his feet reluctantly.

"Oookk ..." Goku said, and Vegeta snorted.

"Moron," he said simply, lifting Trunks back into his arms.

"Whaaaat? I just want to know why I feel like my ki is detepled ..."

"Depleted, Dad," Gohan said with a sigh, pressing the button on the capsule and flinging it to the floor. A few seconds later, a light gray cloud of smoke appeared, billowing about in the slight wind for a moment before clearing, revealing Capsule Corporation's best space capsule. Vegeta wasted no time in striding up to the portal, pressing the open button, and stepping inside. Gohan however, turned to his father with a bewildered look on his face.

"You know what the word 'depleted' means, right?"

Goku stared back at his eldest with an incredulous look on his face. "What are you trying to say, Gohan?"

"Never mind, just get on the ship so we can seal it up and wait for the girls."

...…………….

Rejhan snarled as she darted after Kistios, who had been thrown violently backwards by a vicious roundhouse kick from Myshel. Kistios flipped into a twist, turning and bracing his feet against the wall and kicking off to meet the advancing demi. Blood was flowing freely from a cut under his left eye and the soft purples and blues of bruises were slowly beginning to appear on his body, but Kistios gritted his teeth against the physical discomfort as he continued his assault. He rolled into a spin kick, catching Rejhan off guard and sending her spiraling away. But, before he could choose another attack sequence, a splitting pain shot up his spine as Myshel rammed two booted feet into the small of his back. Kistios did a belly flop onto the floor, knocking his face on the hardened tile. Seconds later, he felt a warmth seeping over his face, and concluded that he must have broken his nose.

"What's wrong, tough guy? You aren't going to let a pair of girls beat you, are you?" Myshel's voice rang out, followed by a laugh from Rejhan. Kistios pushed up off of the floor and looked up, glaring at the glowing demis towering above him with their arms crossed, identical smug looks on their faces. Kistios growled and struggled to pick himself up off of the cracked tiled floor, his head spinning.

'This is insane,' Kistios thought to himself, his legs shaking slightly under the strain of his own weight. 'These girls have gotten much stronger and much faster in a very short period of time ... whatever that transformation did to them is astounding ...'

Myshel absentmindedly rubbed a scrape on the back of her left shoulder, and at the same time Rejhan massaged a small bruise on her knee, both of them keeping their eyes locked on the struggling Captain. Kistios took a deep breath and let it out slowly, ignoring the protests of his body as he sank down into a defensive stance. His black, once emotionless eyes now glinted with frustration as he kept them locked on the two demis, who stared back with confidence out of flashing teal eyes.

"I didn't want to do this," the Awlgrenian captain said slowly. Myshel raised one eyebrow and Rejhan crossed her arms. Kistios began to glow with a sinister, purplish aura, his eyes fading to a lighter and lighter gray by the moment until they were almost white. The two demis watched him in reserved surprise.

"... But you really leave me no other choice," Kistios finished, his voice deeper than usual. Growing brighter, his purple aura surged and flared outward, casting a shadow over his well-toned but battered body. His muscles pulsed with a newfound power as they bulged, and his long black hair began to whip about his ears and head. Screaming out, Kistios exploded with force. His body seemed to bloat for a moment, then he shot up around two feet in height. His muscles became larger and bulkier, and the purple aura curling around him crackled and spiked outward, engulfing the area in a bright violet light.

Rejhan and Myshel watched Kistios' transformation with mild surprise. Their own golden auras slowly faded into view, merging together to form one and added a golden tinge to the purplish light. Myshel turned and glanced at Rejhan, who had turned at precisely the same time. Their teal eyes met briefly before Rejhan nodded, and they both looked back at the beefed-up Captain. Rejhan closed her eyes and focused on the ki of the Awlgrenian. She carefully examined the brightened figure on the inside of her eyelids and silently whistled to herself.

"Oh yeah, he's gotten better alright," Rejhan confirmed. "His ki has increased big time."

"How much?" Myshel asked as Rejhan opened her eyes, and both refocused their eyes on the raging Kistios.

"A lot."

"Well, what are we looking at then?"

A small smirk slowly spread across Rejhan's face, and she turned to look at Myshel. "He still has no chance."

Hey everyone! Sorry this was so long in the making, but busy busy busy me as always!

Alrighty then, well we're really getting down to the wire, now. Rej and I were talking about two more chapters, tops. Rej has got one hell of a supply of ideas for the next chapter, too, so keep a look out. The way that it's sounding, it's gonna be a doosey!

tOOtles!
Myshel