The training room on the Vistri was state of the art for its time. That was to say, it was around fifty years out of date compared to current models.

Still, for the few members of the crew who actually bothered to train, they made do with what they had. The more tech savvy among their numbers had modified it to work far beyond its original limits, working around installed restrictions and safety measures as it suited them.

Dangerous? Absolutely. But it was also necessary to prevent the battle maniacs among the Vistri from going crazy. It would be bad if a fight suddenly broke out outside of its reinforced walls and they were all suddenly subjected to the coldness of space via an errant ki blast. Not all of them could survive in a vacuum after all.

Saiyan's certainly couldn't, not for long at least. Papri would know. Which was why she was currently utilizing the training room to get used to her new power level instead of doing it in the mess hall or something similarly asinine.

Sweat ran in rivulets down Papri's face as she pushed herself up and down in a handstand. Her long hair was so soaked with sweat it had become a sopping mess, and she briefly thought about how much of a pain it would be to clean it.

Still, it was worth it if she could get higher results from her training.

The gravity in the training room had been specifically altered to be around double that of Planet Vegeta, around twenty times that of a normal planet in other words, and it was definitely showing in her screaming muscles.

And yet, even as the increased resistance on her limbs made it much more of a challenge to move as she was, it still wasn't enough. Saiyans grew best in battle, not just training. If she wanted to get stronger quickly, she'd need someone to fight her.

Papri couldn't help but wish she had some Saibamen or even Jinkouman, they wouldn't be much of a challenge to her as powerful as she was, but numbers could make a massive difference in a fight. Combine that with the Jinkouman's average power level of around four thousand, and she'd only need around two or three to actually make her put up a sweat.

Unfortunately, the seeds that the creatures were grown from only grew on a planet in the quadrant of the Galaxy near Planet Vegeta. In other words, she had about as much a chance at going and getting some as she did visiting her home.

'Maybe I could put in a request for some.' she thought to herself as she switched to her other arm, beginning her pushups once more, 'I'm pretty sure the requisitions officer likes me. Whether they like me enough to order something that far away though…'

Her musings were interrupted as the door to the training room beeped, indicating somebody was requesting access to the room. Papri stopped in her movements, flipping back to her feet with an annoyed look on her face as she slowly made her way over to the door.

"Who the hell is interrupting my training? I booked the room for the rest of the night…" She muttered angrily to herself.

Orishi would have just come in without knocking, probably would have activated her collar for shits and giggles while he was at it, and nobody else would dare to bother a saiyan while training because they'd be too afraid she'd ask them to spar with her.

Which she would, but they didn't know that.

But that still begged the question, who exactly was ringing the fucking doorbell?

She pressed the button on the door panel, gravity returning to normal as it unlocked with a beep. As the door slid open automatically Papri opened her mouth angrily, "What do you wan-?

She cut herself off as she got a look at who was waiting on the other side. Medium height, red skin and white hair, piercing blue eyes that were wrinkled with the owner's sly grin. She knew this person, it was…

"Sadri?!" She exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

The seijin gave her a grin, "Well a little bird told me that the ship's resident saiyan got into a bit of a tiff with our captain recently and I had a feeling said saiyan would book it to the training room as soon as she got out of the pod."

He stepped back, taking in her haggard form. She was soaked in sweat and her brand new armor was already cracked on one of the shoulder pads, her hair hung limply down her back, dripping even more sweat to the floor below and creating a quickly growing puddle.

He shook his head wryly, "You just don't know the meaning of the word rest do you?" He asked as he made his way inside the room.

Papri scoffed, locking the door behind him and watching in mild amusement as he stumbled at the sudden increase in gravity, "Please, I'm a saiyan, fighting is in my blood. Even more so thanks to my family's alien heritage. There's no such thing as rest."

She made her way back into the training room, pulling her armor over her head and tossing it to the floor as she did so. She really didn't know why she even put it on, it's not like it was heavy and the only thing she'd accomplish by training with it on is damaging it. She'd probably have to remove that cracked shoulder pad, and the other one while she was at it, no need to have lopsided armor.

"And besides, you know I can't stop training until I'm strong enough to put my fist through Orishi's ribcage." She finished, flipping over onto her hands to begin her pushups once more.

Sadri watched her for a moment before shaking his head, "You're still planning to go through with that? You know how many people have challenged before and failed? Literally all of them."

Papri scowled as she levered herself up and down, "Yeah, well I'll be the first to beat him. And then I'll be captain and can finally get this fucking collar off."

She gave her rival a look, "And besides, my plan isn't any crazier than your whole deal with your half-brother. Doesn't he have a power level of like eighty thousand? I have a better chance at beating Orishi than you do him."

Sadri scowled, "Don't talk about that bastard. You know it gets me riled up." He crossed his arms angrily. "And I will beat him. As long as I keep training. Jeice is a lazy asshole, he's not gonna try to get stronger as long as he's a part of that Ginki Force or whatever it's called. Arrogant prick…"

Papri rolled her eyes, before blinking them free of the sweat that immediately rolled into them, "Uh-huh. Whatever you say. Just don't knock my plan to become captain and I won't knock your plan to beat your brother"

"You really think Cooler will make you captain?" He asked dubiously.

Papri grunted, "He will. If he's willing to let a freak like Orishi be captain just because he's kinda strong, then there's no reason he wouldn't let me replace him. Cooler isn't Frieza, he actually has a brain."

The youngest Cold sibling was known throughout the Trade Federation for his explosive tantrums. The higher ups often complained about how he constantly blew up high value planets for some perceived slight against him. It was costing the Federation trillions of credits in revenue and potential slaves, and the executives were not happy about it.

Still, nobody had the power to actually contest the youngest sibling except for his family, and Cooler was on the opposite side of the galaxy while Cold himself didn't give a shit what Frieza did so long as he didn't besmirch the family name. This left Frieza largely uncontested to do whatever he wished, which was blowing up planets by the handfuls.

"He'll see that I'm more worthy than Orishi and give me command of the ship." Papri continued, grunting as she shifted to one-handed pushups, "Then, I'll make sure the people on this ship are actually prepared for missions instead of just sending them off and hoping for the best. Did you hear what happened to the Iri Brother's last month?"

Sadri winced. The Iri Brothers were meatheads of the highest degree. They were twins with power levels of around one thousand each, ranking them among the weakest members of the crew. Despite this, Orishi sent them on an eradication mission to a planet with a known warrior population. A planet where the above-average fighter had a power level well over three thousand, a planet that he should have sent either Papri or Sadri to instead.

The Iri brothers landed on the planet, managed to destroy one city, and were then killed in retaliation. It was just another glaring example of Orishi's incompetence.

"Fair enough." Sadri relented, making his way to the other side of the room as Papri watched him curiously while continuing her workout, "How about you and me have a match then? Better to train with somebody else than by yourself after all."

Her prayers had been answered. Papri immediately flipped herself back onto her feet, staring at Sadri with an excited grin, "Really?!"

He laughed, stretching and limbering himself up before settling into a fighting stance, "Sure, why not? I've been training myself while you've been away, and I've got a new attack I want to try out."

Papri just grinned as she shifted into her own stance, "Really, another one? Isn't this like the fourth one this month?"

"Yeah, but this one's really good. You'll see." He gloated, "You count us off."

Papri's eyes glinted as she grinned ferally, her tail tightened around her waist in preparation for the upcoming fight, she had already trained the weakness from the limb, but she'd still rather not have it damaged in the battle. It was her greatest asset after all.

"Three."

"Two."

"One!" As she spoke the final word, Papri lept towards her rival with a yell, Sadri doing the same.

They met in the middle of the room, smashing together with a shockwave, and Papri immediately went on the offensive, ducking under a thrown punch and bringing her own fist up in an uppercut.

Sadri dodged her attack, ducking back and shooting his own fist out at her face. Papri wasn't able to move out of the way in time and grunted as it crashed against her cheek. She turned with the blow, twisting around and bringing the back of her fist careening towards Sadri's side.

He blocked the attack, grabbing onto her arm and throwing her down towards the floor with speed. The saiyan merely adjusted herself in midair, landing solidly on her feet on the ground before shooting herself up like a rocket, fist raised in an obvious striking position. Her opponent saw this, and brought his arms up in front of him to guard.

Papri grinned as he took the bait, readjusting her stance as she raced upwards and Sadri's eyes widened as he tried to adjust his guard to no avail. She was simply approaching way too fast.

"Ha!" The saiyan kicked upwards against his crossed arms, sending them flying upward and exposing his upper body to the saiyan. Papri capitalized on the opening, landing a flurry of blows against Sadri's chest and cracking his armor in the process.

The seijin huddled down under the assault, bringing his arms up to protect his head. He had left his left side wide open though, and just as Papri slung her fist forward to utilize what she perceived as a gap in his guard, Sadri dodged to the side, leaving her stumbling forward as she swung at empty air.

"Ack!" Papri gagged as Sadri's leg slammed into her stomach. She was sent flying away, but she used the opening to point her palm at her rival, charging an attack in her hand.

"Ha!" She yelled as she shot a ball of ki at him. It was extremely large but it was all flash and no bang, merely meant to force her opponent to dodge so she could gain a moment of respite. Sadri was too smart for that however, and instead of dodging her attack, he merely sent his own ball of ki towards Papri's own.

The two attacks smashed against each other, exploding in mid air and filling the room with smoke. This worked in Papri's favor however, and she was able to flip back onto her feet and regain her stance as they lost sight of each other. Up above, the vents in the training room began whirring as they slowly sucked the smoke from the air.

As the smoke slowly began to clear, Papri's instincts screamed at her and she just barely caught sight of a blur in her peripheral vision. She ducked to the side, eyes widening at the gloved fist that passed inches above her face, before kicking off the ground, sending her flying upwards and back in an attempt to escape Sadri's sudden assault.

He wasn't willing to let her go tha easily however, and Papri grunted as his fist slammed into her forearm, having just managed to raise it in time. Sadri's other fist flew towards her face in an attempt to land a solid hit, and Papri bent backwards in the air to dodge. As the wind from Sadri's attack ruffled her long hair, Papri lashed out with a leg at his middle in another attempt to create some space.

Her attack landed against Sadri's chest with a thud, damaging his already cracked armor further and sending the Seijin flying backwards away from her. He recovered immediately and, not willing to grant her a moment of respite, planted his feet against the wall before pushing off, approaching her in the air at blinding speeds.

Papri's eyes widened and she brought her hands up to defend but she just wasn't fast enough. A fist slammed against her unarmored abs and she curled around it in pain. As Sadri went to pull back though, Papri grabbed onto his arm with both hands. She grinned up at his surprised face, and orange eyes flashed as she tightened her grip and began to spin in midair.

Sadri yelled in alarm as she spun him around and around in the air. He struggled to free his arm from her iron grip, becoming more and more disoriented as she continued until, with a loud shout, Papri let go, sending him flying towards the wall at incredible speed.

As he flew away from her, Papri stuck her hand out and concentrated, forming a dense glowing ball in her palm before she sent the attack soaring after her rival with a yell.

Sadri flipped backwards in the air, landing on the ground and sliding to a stop a few feet later. He looked up to his rival, only to widen his eyes as he caught sight of the ball of ki racing towards him. He quickly raised his arms, hands held out and covered in his own ki as he prepared to catch the attack.

It slammed against his palms, grinding against them and pushing him back a few inches with the force. He struggled with the orb, doing his best to prevent it from detonating with his own ki, before flinging his arms up to the ceiling, sending the attack flying towards the ceiling where it exploded powerfully.

Sadri panted as he brought his hands down, staring at his scorched gloves with a grin. The spar had been fun so far, but now it was about time to get to the best part.

"Hey Papri!" He suddenly called out, catching her attention as she was about to rush towards him once more, "You remember me telling you I've been practicing with a new attack?" Papri nodded warily and Sadri grinned, crouching down and bringing his hands to his sides, "How about I give you a live demonstration?"

"Haaaaaa!" Sadri's bright blue aura surged around him, and Papri's scouter beeped warningly on her face as his power level rose to match and then surpass her own. Her orange eyes widened in shock and excitement, Sadri wasn't holding anything back on this attack.

Good. She didn't want or expect anything less from her rival.

Papri grinned sharply at the challenge, her saiyan blood boiling in her veins as a bright red aura sprung to life around her in response to her rival's own, "Alright Sadri! Let's see what you've got!" She exclaimed excitedly.

She raised one hand, bringing her other up and grabbing it around the wrist. With a furrowing of her brow, Papri concentrated her ki in the palm of her raised hand, a glowing orb of red appearing inches above her gloved appendage. As she fed more ki into her hand, the orb didn't grow any larger, instead becoming denser and denser, red sparks forming around her attack as she finished forming it.

Across from her, Sadri had finished charging his own attack, both of his hands held at his sides and pointing towards her, blue ki burning around them both and lighting them up like small stars.

The training room was filled with the sound of charging ki as the two of them prepared their attacks. The sound grew louder, the keening of their techniques reaching a crescendo until finally…

"WEEPING SPIRIT WAVE!"

"DEMON CANNON!"

As Sadri thrust his arms forward, a large beam of light blue ki emerged from his gloved hands, surging forward towards his saiyan rival, Papri did the same, sending her palm pointing towards the Seijin and bracing it with her other arm as a similarly large beam of red emerged from her hand.

Crimson and cerulean raced across the length of the training room, meeting in the middle with a thunderous crash, shaking the room around them at the concentrated power. The beams pushed against one another swirling around each other before mingling into purple at the center of the clash.

Slowly, Sadri's beam began to overpower her own, and Papri's feet dug into the floor beneath her as she was pushed back. She grit her teeth as she attempted to put more ki into the attack, another burst of red emerging from her hand as her beam began to thicken.

It still wasn't enough, Sadri noticed what she was doing and began adding more ki to his own attack, immediately recovering what little ground she had gained. Papri tightened her grip on her ki as she slid backwards along the floor. She was losing.

Her red aura disappeared as she began to focus all of her ki on her attack, and as her reserves emptied at an alarming pace, and as Sadri's attack crept closer and closer to her palms, Papri grit her teeth so hard she thought she tasted blood.

While this may have been just a friendly spar to Sadri, to Papri, it was anything but. This was a test of her abilities, a test to see how far she had come in her race to overcome Orishi. Sadri was weaker than Orishi, weaker than Rima even, if she couldn't beat him, what chance did she have against that bastard.

No, she couldn't lose here…She wouldn't lose here!

Something surged within her, a font of power that she hadn't previously noticed making itself known as she placed her other hand forward to fuel her attack.

If someone were there to witness the clash of the two rivals, they would have been shocked to see the saiyan's orange eyes begin to glow, a burning red aura, several shades deeper than her usual aura, coming into being around her as she dug into reserves that were simply not there before. Her tail lashed about behind her as her canines lengthened in her mouth, biting into her gums and drawing blood.

Papri didn't notice any of this. The only thing she noticed was that she now had more ki to put into her attack. She did so expeditiously, opening her mouth and exposing lengthened canines as she snarled in exertion, "RAAAARRGH!"

Her beam nearly doubled in size, immediately overcoming Sadri's own attack as it raced toward the surprised Seijin. "What the hell?!" He shouted as he ceased his attack. His blue eyes widened as he stared at the massive blood red beam headed straight for him.

Sadri dove out of the way of the attack, leaving the beam free to soar into the wall behind him. The reinforced wall groaned at the force of the attack but held just barely, and as her attack exploded against the wall in a plume of smoke and ash, Papri cut off her ki and raced forward with an enraged cry.

Sadir let out a shout of surprise as the saiyan closed the distance between them rapidly, dodging to the side and just barely avoiding her mindless charge.

He watched, stunned as she crashed face first into the training room wall, denting the reinforced plating. She stood back up immediately, not acknowledging the pain as she turned to face Sadri once more, snarling like a beast.

'Her eyes…' he thought in shock. Papri's eyes were normally orange, an oddity for a saiyan but something she had explained was due to her heritage. She hadn't explained more than the small bits, but apparently her ancestors had mated with an alien race and the children had been born with orange eyes ever since. He had personally always thought they were cool, but he knew that others around the ship just found them scary.

Now however, the Saiyan's eyes were a deep crimson red. They glared out at him from under her black bangs, and Sadri couldn't help but shiver at the animalistic rage held behind them.

And then Papri pushed off of the floor, racing at him again with a yell. Sadri's eyes widened in shock at her speed and he did his best to get his arms up in a guard, cursing when he realized he wouldn't be fast enough, 'This is gonna hurt!' He thought as he braced himself.

And then Papri's aura flickered out once more, her eyes fading back to orange and rolling up into her head as her legs gave out from under her, sending her rolling across the floor to stop face down at Sadri's feet.

Sadri stared down at her as she groaned pitifully, rolling over onto her back and splaying her arms out in a spread eagle. She was suddenly so fucking tired and a quick check of her ki reserves told her why, she was completely out of energy.

Sadri saw that she wasn't going to be getting back up anytime soon and powered down himself, his blue aura fading as he took several deep breaths. That fight was intense, especially whatever had happened to his rival at the end there.

"You suck at naming attacks by the way." Papri said out of the blue as she stared off into space. Her ki felt more empty than it had ever been before and she suddenly found herself wishing for some sort of miracle drug that would fill her reserves and heal her wounds until she was back to one hundred percent. Maybe the ship's medics would have something like that…

Just no beans. Papri hated beans. Worst food ever.

Sadri scowled at her comment, "Oh and I guess just not naming your attacks is better? You've only got like two that you bothered to name." He taunted.

The saiyan had never been more offended in her life,"Oi! I do name my attacks thank you very much, just not all of them. If every attack you throw out has a name, then it's less cool. You have to give names to the really awesome attacks or they aren't nearly as powerful. It's basic math." She nodded sagely.

"Right…" Sadri muttered as he stared at the ceiling. He didn't say anything else and Papri joined him in his staring, basking in her silent victory.

"You're bleeding by the way." He pointed at her lower face.

Papri brought a hand to her lips and pulled it back, gazing at the crimson blood present on her scuffed white glove. She smacked her lips together, tasting the familiar copper taste and feeling a twinge of pain in her gums.

"Huh. Weird." She said simply. Sadri chuckled at her lackluster reaction as he sat down beside her.

"So what was that back there?" he asked. Papri looked at him in confusion and he explained, "The red eyes? That huge boost in power? You been holding back on me?"

Papri stared at him uncomprehendingly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

He stared at her, "Seriously?" She nodded, "Papri, your eyes turned red and your power level shot up like eight or nine thousand in a split second. And you were acting like a wild animal. I actually thought you were gonna really hurt me there for a second." He said slowly and her eyes widened.

"Really?!" She asked in shock. Sadri nodded and she stared at her hands in confusion. Now that he mentioned it, she remembered feeling…something during their beam clash. But as she tried to concentrate on what had occurred, she couldn't quite remember exactly what happened, the memory falling through her mental grasp like sand through her fingers.

In fact, she couldn't remember much of anything that happened after the beam clash. She just remembered not wanting to lose, and then suddenly she was face down on the floor…

She scrunched her brow, as she tried to remember, achieving nothing but giving herself a headache before giving up. It was probably just Saiyan Rage or something, she recalled reading on her dataslate that saiyans were known to increase their power levels under acute stress. Her thoughts about surpassing Orishi must have given her a boost of power.

Yes, that must have been it. She always did get heated thinking about that bastard.

But that wouldn't explain her eyes…

Whatever, she didn't have the energy to think about this right now.

They stayed there for several minutes as they slowly came down from their respective battle highs. Papri's muscles ached pleasantly and she wanted nothing more than to get back up and go for another round with her friend regardless of her tired state..

Unfortunately she couldn't. Papri had been training practically all day at this point and Rima was no doubt waiting for her back in her room. She'd better get going if she didn't want to hear the older woman complain, or worse, leave before Papri had a chance to burn off some excess energy.

"Thanks for the fight, Sadri." Papri said as she slowly stood to her aching feet and made her way over to her discarded armor, "But I've got to go take a shower. I've some…stuff to do later tonight. So if you'll excuse me…"

"Yeah yeah, I get it." He waved her off, annoyed, "Go get laid you damn saiyan. Just stop rubbing it in." He grumbled lightly.

Papri paused as she finished pulling her armor over her head as she heard Sadri's tone. He sounded jealous, but not of Papri. Instead he seemed jealous of…

Oh.

Papri looked back at him for a moment, her mind whirling as she looked at her rival with new eyes.

Now that she actually studied him, Sadri wasn't bad looking at all. His red skin was taut with toned muscles and peppered lightly with scars that only further emphasized his physique, a warrior's physique. This, combined with his stark white hair and crystal blue eyes revealed something very important to Papri.

Sadri was actually quite attractive. And while she had a feeling it was just her post-battle hormones that everyone in her family was said to have, Papri couldn't help but wonder exactly how he would fare in bed.

She'd have to talk to Rima first, but there was no harm in teasing her rival in the meantime.

Papri looked at Sadri with a grin, making sure not to let her thoughts show on her face, "Aw don't feel bad. If you can convince Rima, I wouldn't mind going for a roll in the pod with you some time. You've certainly given me more than enough reasons with all the spars we've been having and it's not like we're exclusive or anything."

"W-wait! Seriously?!" He asked, more than a little surprised at her offer. She nodded at his shock.

"Sure, why not? You'll have to ask her though. She had me first so she gets first dibs." Papri hummed lightly as she turned back around, "Bye Sadri, see you soon!"

With that, Papri walked out of the training room, swishing her tail teasingly for the dumbfounded Seijin left in her wake.

Her good mood didn't last long however, quickly being replaced with an introspective frown as she began to make her way to her room. Her mind wandered back to what had allegedly occurred after the beam clash.

Huge boost in power? Red eyes? What had happened back there?

She searched her thoughts for any idea as to what could have caused what had happened, only to come up with nothing. The power boost could be explained away by saiyan rage, but that wouldn't explain what happened to her memory, or the fact that her eyes allegedly turned red.

She'd have to look through her dataslate, maybe there was something in her family history that would explain whatever had happened. She had mostly been focusing on the greater Saiyan history and that of her clan, there was still so much she had to comb through about her family itself.

Maybe she'd find the answers there. A huge boost in power would be a great thing to have at her beck and call if she could control it.

Whatever it was.

Papri Power Level: 9,942 (Mysterious Power Up: 16,415)

After Training and healing: 11,026

Sadri Power Level: 12,411

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