"Say, Chayote, if you're not from the Frieza Army, how come you're wearing the Frieza Army gear?" Jaco inquired over the social link which the Saiyan found no way of shutting down. By now she was already used to her mental image training being continuously interrupted leaving her little to no time of getting any training done.
"It's because I've beaten a pair of Frieza Army scouts on the edge of Lord Frieza's empire space. I took their gear because it is what I've been trained to use since birth. I've come to tolerate and somewhat like Earthling clothing too though. It's dysfunctional and soft but it looks cool." Chayote replied with a grumpy voice but a slow and steady tone.
"You didn't take the arm-cannon though, why?" Jaco wondered. Chayote looked at the top of the illuminator of her ship to see Jaco toying with his gun, flicking it from his holster into his hand without even touching it.
"I don't need that sort of tech anymore. I've learned to manipulate and channel Ki on Earth without such primitive technology. Channeling Ki yourself is by far the superior method, it allows you to control how much Ki you're channeling and the shape of the energy, there's just no comparison." Chayote shrugged. "How are you doing that?"
"Oh… I pee through my forehead…" Jaco holstered his gun and pointed at his forehead that sprouted a few drops from time to time that entered into a small opening on the ship's operating panel and drooped down into the waste processing container of Jaco's ship. "I can't pee that much on command though, I've already peed earlier, you see…"
"That's not what I was referring to!" Chayote roared out, jumping off of her chair and shaking her fist at the screen. "How are you making the gun pop into your hand like that? Is it magnetic, or something?"
"Oh, these are the tricks of the trade of a Galactic Patrolman Super-Elite!" Jaco chuckled, looking quite proud of himself now that a bona fide Saiyan warrior has taken note of his abilities. "My mind has been so honed by countless action movies that it can move small objects without the need of my touch, you see!"
"Oh, sort of like Chiaotzu then…" Chayote noted and juggled one sash with a handful of Senzu with the sash containing the four Ultimate Dragon Balls she had collected so far. "Chiaotzu's ability is far stronger though, he can restrain powerful martial artists."
"Tsk… I do regret not dropping that Extinction Bomb now!" Jaco ground his teeth with his face looking bluer than usual, this time – of jealousy.
"Don't even think about it, shrimp." Chayote growled like a sleepy and lazy lioness, juggling the sashes while looking at the screen while her ship breezed through space on auto-pilot. "I didn't go all across the universe on a wild goose chase just to have humanity eradicated by some space-ranger dweeb."
"Wow, you're really protective over those Earthlings, huh? It's not how I've always imagined Saiyans to behave…" Jaco pointed out. "You guys are the go-to grunts in most action movies, after all."
"Seeing how I've got no chance of getting any training done anyway, can I talk to Tights for a second? I've really never expected to find out that Bulma had an older sister…" Chayote wondered before catching both of the sashes and depositing them to a ribbon tied under her Saiyan armor, a remnant of the warrior's uniform from Planet Beiko.
"Tights is taking a nap. I guess you might say it's her Favorite Hobby No. 2…" Jaco posed in front of the screen making Chayote sigh in disappointment.
"A Saiyan warrior refused her direct command because this loser can't be bothered to wake an Earthling woman up from her nap… Has Earth made me this soft?" Chayote wondered mumbling to herself before the ship's computer began croaking with the notable alert of the Ultimate Dragon Ball being in the nearest vicinity that would have woken anybody up from their deepest of slumbers.
"Fifth Dragon Ball, huh? Full speed ahead then…" Chayote pushed the lever on her side and forced her ship to blast on ahead to the location of the Ultimate Dragon Ball. While, for the most part, the ship allowed itself to be controlled through an auto-pilot, Chayote could have regulated the speed at which she got to the location.
A bright beam of light formed far across from the tip of Chayote's spaceship with the light merging into a massive, fuzzy orb that enlightened the tunnel of darkness and compensated somewhat for the disappeared stars that were doomed by some guy named Doppler to fail to keep up with the soaring spaceships. The intense sphere of cosmic microwave radiation changed colors a few times before the two ships halted both at once, floating in front of a metallic, planet-sized cruiser.
"Lord Slug… Two ships appear to have jumped right in front of us." An elegant and handsome alien of sky-blue skin bowed before his senile emperor, wrapped in clothing that might have just carried more bulk than the armored Namekian himself.
"What? Are they Frieza Army ships?" Slug straightened his back, very few matters warranted a display of liveliness by the ancient Namekian emperor.
"It does not appear so, no, one of the ships has a Galactic Patrol emblem on it. Except for the Extinction Bomb that it is likely to be equipped with, it is of no threat to our cruiser. The second one is a mystery. It appears to be a mesh of Saiyan, Frieza Army technology but it is not a standard Frieza Army ship." The sky-blue commander of Lord Slug's forces reported.
"The Galactic Patrol? Hmmm… They must be escorting whoever is in that other ship, or something. I don't think that we need that kind of attention yet. If they attack us – blow them up, otherwise, let them flee in terror." The withered and cracked lips of Lord Slug smiled as she let out a weak and crusty chuckle from his dried out lungs. Even such an elementary stimulation to his moistureless lungs forced the old Namekian to cough up emerald secretions from somewhere deep down that stained his white gloves.
"B-But, Sir… Lord Slug…" the sky-blue commander began to sweat.
"Speak up, Angila, what is it?" Lord Slug focused his eyes on his subordinate, there were only two occasions when a commander of his got this worked up – when they have failed to accomplish something that their master had asked them to do, which usually warranted a quick death, or when they were worried over the well-being of their overlord. It was something worrying nevertheless.
"The priestesses had gone wild. They scream out about a massive influx of Namekian magic in one of those ships. It is more than likely that it has more than one Dragon Ball on them." Angila scratched the back of his head.
So it was indeed that the commander was worried if Slug's weak, old body could even handle such exciting news. Lord Slug jumped up on his two feet and began roaring in maniacal laughter as he had not done for centuries. The old man's body seemed overcome with faux vitality that allowed him to riot in excitement.
"What luck, it must be that bothersome pest with the incredibly accurate Dragon Radar. They've stumbled onto the energy signature of our Dragon Balls by sheer chance! Or maybe… Since we have three Dragon Balls already… No… This would be just too perfect!" Lord Slug slouched over and extended one of his hands against his throne while his other hand grabbed his chest, the ancient Namekian began wheezing but then managed his acting up age and rested in his throne. "Sack the ships, take the Dragon Balls. Keep the commanders of the crew alive for interrogation. We need to find out why there are Dragon Balls scattered throughout the entire Universe now and how they've managed to track them."
"Do not worry, Lord Slug, the priestesses have locked the ships in place through Psychokinesis and they'll board them forcefully. Commander Zeeun and Medamatcha have already left to deal with the crew." Angila bowed before Lord Slug, feeling glad that Slug's clan of commanders have had enough insight to do this much.
"Perhaps sparing Medamatcha's life was the right call, after all. There are few as skilled at extracting information as him…" Lord Slug chuckled in a much more reserved manner now that he had the condition of his body in mind.
"Indeed, it was incredibly insightful of you, Lord Slug!" Angila bowed again. "I shall tend to the matter as well if you will excuse me."
"Go… I swear, if the remaining four Dragon Balls have fallen into our hands by chance, my old heart might not contain such excitement…" Lord Slug couldn't remove the smirk off his face when Angila and his small party of accompanying soldiers left his throne room.
"Shit! We're locked in place! The thrusters won't work!" Jaco kept flipping through switches and handles. "We're moving at a turtle's pace and we're moving toward this cruiser. "Damn it, the Traction Beam technology is reserved only for Galactic Patrol vessels! That's twelve hundred years in Galactic Prison!"
"This cruiser…" Chayote stared at the ship, looking far calmer than her Galactic Patrolman comrade. "It's not one of the Frieza Army, who on Earth would have these sort of resources to build something like this?"
"Some good-for-nothing crook that's about to find out the sternness of the fist of Galactic Patrolman's justice, that's who!" Jaco posed a couple of times before the screen and swooped the blaster out of his holster again, aiming it at the door of his ship. "How can Tights be sleeping through all this, honestly…"
"Maybe it's for the better that she's asleep," Chayote smirked. "She won't get in our way."
"That's mean!" Jaco exclaimed. "Honestly, if we don't make it, I want you to know that you need to work on that attitude, it's all either rage or meanness and I, frankly, am not a fan!"
Chayote was about to snap back at the clad in bodysuit humanoid alien but then she realized that she would only serve to prove him right. He was right though, something had been really annoying Chayote a great deal lately. She never remembered herself being prone to fits of uncontrollable rage at any point in her life except when fighting. That was before she learned martial arts, however, she used to just turn off, let go and swing her limbs about. More and more she found herself picking fights that weren't strictly necessary, more and more she found herself swinging her limbs about wildly just like the days before martial arts too.
It all started when she left Earth, right after recovering from the fight against Demon King Piccolo. A few theories were shuffling through Chayote's mind at that moment: perhaps it was her booming rise in power that elevated the working of her Saiyan genes to the point where she could no longer feel responsible for her behavior anymore, maybe it was her first transformation into the Great Ape that had flipped that switch and left her half wildling, half whatever she used to be before. All of those theories vanished like thin smoke when she saw that ugly, pudgy, green mug with blown-out eyes staring back at her.
"Ki-ki-ki! Well, what do you know, it's that Saiyan!" Medamatcha pointed at Chayote's ship after the two ships got scooped up into an opening inside the cruiser and the hatch of her spaceship began clanging wildly as if some supernatural force was trying to peel it open.
"Her!? Are you sure, Medamatcha?" another alien, a towering powerhouse of orange skin and belts extending all over his body turned to his little companion. This lump of flesh had an even larger power level than the dwarf. Chayote would have been frightened, she should have been frightened but something different was swelling up deep down that wasn't fear.
"Chayote, it's those guys from the station! Look at this landing zone, it's full of ships like the one in the station." Jaco pointed out, pointing the barrel of his blaster at every identifiable design he could see. "Chayote…?"
"YOU…!" Chayote's roar found the tiniest spaces to escape her ship and freeze the platoon of Lord Slug's army soldiers in their boots. While there were no survivors to tell the tale of the rampage of this young Saiyan woman, the fact that commander Medamatcha was the lone survivor of the meeting with the Saiyan did not escape being the object of rumors amongst the squads of other commanders as well.
The psychokinetic grip that tried to open Chayote's ship felt the struggle that it had to go through fade away, the door burst open by itself via a powerful push kick when a furious Saiyan warrior burst out and charged through the opened hatch, her eyes whited out and nets of popping veins spread out from the edges of her face all the way to the center while the intensity of her fury had twisted her cute face into an expression of absolute death-bringing.
Everything was blood-red, the next instance that Chayote could feel in control of her own body again was when she saw the bulky, orange alien stepping in to block her attack. Behind her was just a trail of blazing steel that had bent out of shape and burnt to a black crisp where Chayote had dashed from her own ship at the enemy, wishing bloody-murder upon them. Handfuls of soldiers had flown to each direction where they got in her way, the survivors had stepped aside willingly, letting their vastly more powerful commanders take charge.
"This is the Saiyan woman that escaped you, Medamatcha?" Commander Zeeun turned to his pocket-sized comrade with a mocking grin as he clutched Chayote's fist firmly in his oversized hand. "I can barely feel a push from her, just another Saiyan dog, all bark and no bite!"
A strong push toward the alien powerhouse drove all balance out of Chayote's body, everything went white again. By the time that the downed Saiyan realized that she had to peel her face off the metallic floor of the planet-sized cruiser's landing hull, the left side of her face felt numb and pulsing with pain while the only feeling that the Saiyan could identify in it was the taste of blood from her shaken teeth in that side of her face.
"How about we break this Saiyan a little for defying Lord Slug's wishes? I'm sure you're just itching for your revenge, huh, Medamatcha?" Commander Zeeun cracked his knuckles and looked at his cackling comrade.
"Ki-ki-ki… Yeah, she robbed my Medas of a good draining. She has information about the Dragon Balls and a way to track them. That's why I had to fool around with her back then so she got the jump on me…" Medamatcha rubbed his popped out eyes with the back of his hand, like a sniffling toddler that was about to burst into tears.
"Well then, with the priestesses having locked her ship in place, she's not going anywhere now. You can drain her all you want." Commander Zeeun wrapped his arms over his chest.
"That won't do… Ki-ki-ki…" Medamatcha cackled. "I'll have to break her a little for that embarrassment earlier!"
The undergrown alien charged at Chayote with a knee strike. The Saiyan put up her arms, she relaxed her body and let the influx of force to throw her spinning backward instead of flat out breaking her arms. By now she knew that she was overpowered by either one of those two brutes but she simply had no other choice here. She had much more success when she didn't focus on how hopeless her situation was and just fought on.
Chayote threw a double ax-barrel slam that connected to Medamatcha's head but the force of impact only seemed to make the Saiyan cry out in pain when it reflected through the bones of her own wrists while the alien just twitched and shook a little, feeling little to no pain from a successful attack that would have smashed King Piccolo himself to a bloody stain in one blow.
Chayote didn't give in to the pain, she didn't give in to the fear or the rising feeling of dread that threatened to close the iron-tight clutch around her throat and press until it was done. The Saiyan roared and let fury take hold of her again, that way she wouldn't feel the pain that striking this little beast caused her, that way she'd be more unpredictable, that way she'd fight with pure murderous instinct bolstered by years of experience in martial arts – a craft that was as alien to these creatures as they would have been on Earth.
"Hey, hey…" Commander Zeeun's smile turned bitter when he saw Chayote sieging Medamatcha's defenses with relative success up in the air. The final cross that connected to the abdomen of the cackling demonling gleamed with rampant green energy, just when Medamatcha extended his arms to strike back, the force of the Ki blast took him away and detonated across the landing hull, taking most of the Lord Slug soldiers with the dwarf.
"Lima Spear!" Chayote roared out before her whited out eyes turned back to normal and the weariness, the fear of absolute death and the despair of being cornered with no hopes for escape or survival, the disappointment in her own strength and failure in protecting the Earth all came rushing back to her at once.
"Yeah, that's right! That's what you get, standing in the way of a Super-Elite Galactic Patrolman and his Deputy!" Jaco rolled out from his ship, aiming his gun like a madman at every surviving soldier and Commander Zeeun as well, now that he was emboldened by Chayote's relative success in dispatching of one of Lord Slug's commanders.
"Ki-ki-ki… Now you've gone and done it, Saiyan…" Medamatcha walked out from the smoke, his Lord Slug armor had been blown off but the pudgy, swamp-green dwarf himself was relatively unharmed by the strongest and the most brutal of Chayote's attacks. Whatever fear for her life the Saiyan felt before, it now escalated tenfold. "You've made me mad…"
"Stop fooling around, Medamatcha. Lest you let her outwit you and escape you again…" Commander Zeeun warned his comrade before lowering his hands, then putting them back up and cracking his knuckles in a menacing declaration that he decided to join in on this battle. "Lord Slug would not forgive such a transgression again."
Medamatcha extended his hands outward, a full-power energy wave beamed at Chayote but the Saiyan managed to avoid it with a hi-speed dash to the side. As expected these drones were nothing but brute strength, they lacked the experience or fighting wits to set such a devastating attack up but the lacking explosion from the blast intimidated the Saiyan more than the attack itself – the energy wave itself was a set-up.
It didn't feel like anything at all, in the beginning. Just a burst of purple and white light from behind her and the feeling of flying at hi-speed in a direction that Chayote couldn't recall telling herself to move. It was only when she regained the feeling in her upper body, that is to say, felt the resounding impulse of pain resonating throughout from her abdomen to her brain with the intensity that threatened to short the latter out entirely, that the Saiyan realized that Zeeun had attacked her from behind.
What a nasty feeling, everything above her waist hurt beyond compare but the bottom of her body might not have been there at all. It was, however. Lying flat on the ground, gasping for every bit of air and whimpering in pain, Chayote could see her sprawled out legs positioned in a weird bend but she lacked the feeling below the waist to change them.
"Ch-Chayote!" Jaco cried out. One of his hands still clutched the blaster while the other one just twitched and tried to reach out for the Saiyan, whether to move her closer to him with his weak-sauce telekinetic abilities or to ease her transition into her peril, that much Chayote was in too much discomfort to tell.
"Z-Zeeun, did you really need to use your head for this?" Medamatcha whined out with a pathetic shriek.
"Don't lose your cool, I might have broken her back but I left her alive. You can have all the payback you want once she's immobile, that's the only kind of enemy we can entrust to you, it seems…" Zeeun wrapped his arms over his chest before turning his attention to the Galactic Patrolman. "So… What are you waiting for? Scram…" Zeeun smirked.
"That's right, Lord Slug will gain several Dragon Balls from this Saiyan as well as her precise Dragon Radar. When so much joy just happens to fall into Lord Slug's hands, he tends to feel merciful and we don't really need the Galactic Patrol sticking their tiny sticks in our wheels anyway, ki-ki-ki!" Medamatcha cackled.
"Okay then… I see you guys have the Saiyan threat well-handled here… Heh, heh…" Jaco rubbed the back of his head and holstered his blaster, bowing a few times as he sat back into his ship. "Well then… I guess we'll be going… Be careful, don't fly into the red lights, those are nova flares, they'll microwave your ship and leave you floating helplessly in space…"
Jaco kept on switching between bowing and posing like a heroic patrolman telling kids to look both ways before crossing the street as he boarded his ship. The Psychokinesis from the priestesses aboard the ship still held his vessel in place but none of Lord Slug's commanders doubted it for a second that the cowardly space patrol would flee for his life the moment that the priestesses lower their psychokinetic hold on the two ships.
"Ki-ki-ki, now, where were we!?" Medamatcha turned his attention to defenseless Chayote as he approached her.
"Be careful, you were the one to insist we need her alive, after all…" Zeeun sighed and sat on a pile of dead soldiers while watching his overly-excited comrade kicking, scratching and striking the crippled Saiyan with hammer-fist strikes for his own amusement.
"Ki-ki-ki…" Medamatcha chuckled to himself, looking upon the swollen and bruised opponent of his while he crossed his arms in front of him and let out a gleam of golden light, revealing his Medas again. "I'm sure you haven't forgotten my Medas yet? Well, I'll have fun sucking you dry until you've got just an ounce of life again until we nurse you back to health only to drain you dry again… I'd have killed you quickly if you told me about the Dragon Balls before but now you've made me mad! I won't ever, ever, ever let you die now, no matter how much you ask for that!"
The breeze of poorly warmed landing hull chilled Chayote to the bone when the Medas ripped off her bent out of shape and bruised Saiyan armor and the cold remnants of space provided a deathly chill on her bruises that only irritated the wounds that had somewhat settled down before. Chayote knew that she'd have long since passed out had she not been burning up with the need to break out, claw and bite her way out of this ship with the Dragon Balls in hand.
As the sadistic Medas fed on her Ki, all pouncing on her and digging in, that desperate need was the only thing that didn't leave her.