Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Forever Fighting ( Chapter 23 )
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By: Klara in flares 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.20.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.20.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 23, 'Forever Fighting'
The tournament ground was crowded and jostling. Thousands of people seemed to have flocked to the grounds, fighters and spectators alike.
The gang stopped, looking around for signposts, anything. Bulma held the grounds map in her hands. "Changing rooms to our left. Anyone want to freshen up?"
"I need to change." Bra said, indicating her shorts and T-shirt.
Pan smiled. "I'll take you." She offered. "It is your first tournament."
Eira glanced at them. "We can freshen up! It'll be a girl thing!" She said, raising her hand in the air with a grin. Arienne and Rayne moved off too, all the girls leaving for the female changing rooms.
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Each of the male youths seemed to be in deep concentration. Krillen watched the three in their near medative stances. He waved a hand up and down in front of them, and three pairs of eyes shot up to meet his. "Guys... it's only a tournament." he offered.
Cadell growled. "A fight is a fight." he said simply, in a way that made Krillen shrink back.
The males and other gang all stood at the intersection before they had to split off to go into the wings. They all looked up as they heard a murmur in the crowd. They glanced up, watching the crowd seem to part. Cheering was heard, and comments being thrown back and forth. As the crowd parted, 5 figures appeared. All the males in the gang froze with shock and wonder. Walking sensually in a group, strode 5 saiyan females. Bra and Pan in front, Arienne, Eira and Rayne behind. Vegeta and Gohan's jaws dropped. Pan and Bra were dressed in a uniform identical to their daughter's. It clung to their fresh curves and blossoming bodies. They had their hair tied back tightly like the others, loose tendrils framing their faces. Their hips seemed to sway as they moved, sensually. The crowd gazed at them in appreciation as the beautiful young women passed through. They stopped at the gang, not noticing their stares. The Saiyan males were transfixed. Even though so many relations occurred, it was seeing the large concentration of actual saiyan females together stirred something in each of them. And obviously the crowd too.
"Just think. You guys are near extinction too. But more of you seem to pop up everywhere!" Bulma laughed. "Especially the boys. You girls should feel lucky."
The girls grinned girlishly, and laughed in their recent almost cliche. As much as everyone tried.. their was something about them all that no one could place. maybe saiyans were more sensual somehow? Whatever it was, they were attracting attention, and lots of it. Especially in the uniforms.
"Bra... what is that?" Vegeta barked, gesturing at the leatard and sexy high boots.
"Its a uniform, Daddy." Bra huffed innocently. She did a little twirl in it. "Pan has one too, see?"
Pan cringed as Gohan glared. "So I see." She also shuddered nervously at Vegeta's gaze. His eyes trailed from her face, down her body and legs, discretly.
Marron linked her arm in Rhiamon's, staring a little enviously at the saiyans. "Its a little sad I'm just human." She said sadly, looking at the way the males eyes were fixed on the females.
Rhiamon looked at her with surprise, kissing her forehead then snuggled his head on her hair. "You're perfect the way you are." he said honestly with a smile.
Marron blushed, and the males glanced at the couple with knowing and warm smiles. Marron was wearing a grey and pink gi, grey in its entirety, and pink trim and shirt underneath. She had put her hair into a loose ponytail, her blonde strands glinting in the soft sun.
"We'll have to get going to the wings." Rhiamon said. The other fighters agreed.
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The fights began, and soon the tournament was underway. The crowd 'oohed' as a fighter was knocked out of the arena floor area. The blonde victor blushed to the sound of applause. Marron ran across the arena floor towards the waiting area for the fighters. Rhiamon stepped out to greet her, and she ran into his arms and he lifted her up, before holding her. "I won!" She said excitedly.
Rhiamon kissed her cheek softly. "I knew you would..." he grinned.
They all froze as they turned at the crowd change it's tune suddenly. There was Eira stood in a playboy bunny costume, pink fluffy ears, baby pink hotpants, pink army boots, white lacy socks, a pale pink loose cropped vest top and a big baby pink bow on the front of her shirt. She looked adorable!!!
Rhiamon and Cadell blinked. "Um... interesting outfit Eira." Rhiamon said. "Are you actually going to... fight in that?"
A wave of confusion filled Eira's ditzy face. She had only just newly reappeared into the wings after a short disappearance. "Where are all your costumes...?" She asked innocently.
Tristian tried to hold back his laughter, as Eira began to realize. Her pretty eyes began to frown menacingly as Tristian howled with laughter, unable to hold it in. Eira looked ready to kill... then, without warning, she began to wail instead. She put her hands up to her face, openly crying and sobbing like a little girl, tears flying everywhere. "You told me it was a fancy dress tournament!!!" She wailed at Tristian, who was still killing himself laughing at this point.
Gohan slapped a hand to his face. "....You did what?" He sighed. "Tristian..."
Goten rubbed his daughter helpfully on the back. "Honey... don't cry!" he pleaded. He was a lot more prepared these days it seemed, for upset females. "I'm sure he didn't mean it..." he glanced at his choking-with-laughter son. "I'll buy you a snowcone?" He bargined desperatley.
Eira suddenly stopped crying a little. "Really?" She asked timidly, lifting her large blue eyes to meet her father's.
"Of course, sweetie." Goten answered. "And you look adorable as a bunny. Don't worry."
Eira began to stand, wiping herself down a little. She sniffed, and smiled weakly. "Thanks daddy!" She said, throwing her arms around Goten.
The other males sniggered, and Vegeta gave an amused snort.
"Eira, you're up." Arienne told her sister. Eira glanced up.
"Oh, ok." She smiled, heading off with a new spring in her step.
"She recovers fast." Gohan noted.
As Eira walked across the arena floor, loud 'awwwww's' were heard echoing around the stadium.
"And it's Brad! Against... what seems to be a bunny girl!" The announcer chuckled.
Brad grinned. "I almost don't want to hurt you. You look too cute..."
The fighters took their stances, and the Z fighters began to worry. Eira's opponent looked quite nasty. He resembled Spopovich, the fighter Videl fought in a tournament long ago. he grinned and laughed heartily as the bell sounded. Eira was off in a flash.
The gang cringed and winced as Eira laid into her opponent, breaking bones. She was a blur, her fighting accurate and her face cold. The Z fighters shivered. This was the same ditz they knew? It didn't seem real! Within seconds, Brad landed out the arena in a heap, covered in wounds and cuts, his arms and legs twisted strangely. Eira walked across the arena floor towards him, her face focused and so cold. It was like it wasn't even her. She looked uncaring, dangerous. She stopped at the edge of the arena, slowly raising a pink gloved hand, pointing at her crushed opponent. Her rabbit ears moved softly in the slight energy ripples surrounding her. With an effort, she slowly lowered her hand, tearing herself away from her 'kill'. The arena was silent, not realising such a cute girl could do so much damage so easily. Eira strode off the arena floor, her tail and pink ears bobbing along as she walked. As she approached, Cadell half smirked, looking at the expressions of the gang. "That's the way she fights. Cold. Focused. No mistakes." he said.
The fights were all the same. Every youth. The same coldness came into their eyes, the same mercilessness. Each battle came to an end the same way too. The restrained madness, the level of control not to slaughter their opponent. It was unnerving to say the least.
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The time came for an interval, and the warriors left the fighting wings to walk around the grounds.
"...Dude... how do you do it man?" Yamcha walked alongside Tristian, looking at the young man in awe as the women they passed gave him knowing sultry looks. Tristian looked at the desperate older man with amusement. He rested an arm over Yamcha's shoulder elaboratley.
"Its all in the body language and the charm." he announced. "Watch me." Tristian grinned. He spun around to the nearest startled women passerby's. He purred, putting on his sexiest face. "Hey baby... I'm easy." He announced seductively. Yamcha watched as the women paused, looking him over and smirking. They kep eye contact with him, looking back over their shoulders excitedly, giggling among themselves. Especially a woman in a frighteningly short mini dress.
Yamcha grinned. It looked so easy! His turn. Yamcha walked up to his chosen woman by stander. He ran a hand last minute through his dark hair. He coughed to get her attention and purred unnaturally when she looked his way. "Hey baby... I'm easy..." He imitated Tristian. The woman wasted no time in slapping his face as hard as she could. The sissy ex-fighter howled in pain. She strode off in a rage.
Tristian smirked to himself at the scene. He gazed back, to see the woman again in the dress. She was alone this time, in the crowd. She smirked sexily at him, and tilted her head slightly, beckoning to him.
Tristian grinned. "I'll be back later." he suddenly announced, striding off into the crowd.
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Tristian and the woman with the dangerously short mini dress finally returned, Tristian with a grin on his face. They approached the gang who had paused for some rest. They looked up to see them arrive with interest. The woman sensually ran her hand down Tristian's cheek, giving him a *chast* kiss, touching her tongue briefly and erotically with his. She strode away from the group, her hips swaying as she went. Trunks and Goten also had their eyes fixed on her retreating form. ...It was so short! The gang lost interest again, going back to what they were talking about.
Tristian cleared his throat, making the closest males to him turn around. Trunks, Cadell, Goten and Rhiamon turned to him. Tristian discretely rummaged in his cargo pocket, removing a shiny pink thong. He gave a victory Son grin. The males stared at it, then scrambled to catch the last glimpse of the woman walking away again.
"You mean she's commando now?? With THAT dress on?" Trunks cried out loudly. The rest of the group spun around with curiosity. Tristian grinned sheepishly, the offending item still plainly on show.
Yamacha had a look of pure awe on his face. "That's from the chick in the dress?" He shrieked. "The one in THAT dress?"
Gohan shook his head. "You didn't..." He stuttered with shock.
Yamacha paused. "So... this woman is still walking around, in THAT dress... minus panties?" He paused again before waving his arm in the air in a people gathering way. "I vote we go find her!" He said. Eagerly, each of the men agreed, scrambling off in a mad flurry leaving only a cloud of dust behind them.
The men left were Gohan, Piccolo and Krillen. They blinked. Piccolo gave a grunt of disapproval, not understanding the urgency over such a thing.
"Where's the rest of the guys?" Bra asked.
Gohan paused. "They... They went to get something to eat." He sighed.
Bulma grunted. "They could at least have waited for us. I could do with something to eat." She grumbled.
Arienne raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. Tristian obtained the panties of a poor woman in a ridiculously revealing outfit, and now everyone is on a wild goose chase to find her again?" She said sarkily.
The remaining men were struck dumb. Arienne rolled her eyes at her startled crowd. "Naaah." She dismissed her previous theory. "You're right, they'll have gone for burgers."
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"You want a snowcone?" Goten asked his daughter. Eira nodded her head.
He ruffled her hair in his hand. "Here..." He looked at her lovingly as he handed over the snowcone money. Eira thew her arms around him, then bounced off into the crowd.
"Goten?" Goten's attention was snapped back at a voice. He looked ahead of him with surprise to see Parseau. His girlfriend walked up to him, a dark look on her face.
"Parseau? I didn't know you were even coming." Goten stuttered.
Parseau stepped closer. "Who was that other woman, Goten?" She snapped with abandonment wavering in her voice.
Goten looked blank. "Other woman?"
"With the fluffy ears and tail, Goten!!!" Parseau raged.
Something clicked in Goten's mind. "Parseau! You have the wrong idea! She's not my date!"
Parseau's cheeks puffed out in a childish way as she fumed. "Then who was she?" She wailed loudly, causing a scene around them.
"She's my daughter!" Goten snapped with exasperation. He regretted saying it as soon as he did.
"Daughter? Don't lie to me, Son Goten! I can't believe you!" Parseau screeched. "We're through!" She snapped, whirling around to run from him into the crowd. Almost as quickly as she has arrived, she was gone again.
"Parseau!" Goten called after her. He gripped his hair in his hands with defeat. A mere minute ago he was in a relationship. What had just happned???? He was still pondering this thought as Eira reappeared next to him.
A man handed Eira a snow cone. She grinned. "Thanks." She said with sugary sweetness. The man grinned. Goten looked up from his exasperation to look the man up and down with a fatherly suspicion.
The guy was tall, lean but still muscular. His hair was dark at the roots, but had been bleached a pearly peroxide blonde.
Eira felt the blush creep over her cheeks as she gazed at her new find from the snowcone stand. She brushed her hand over the man's arm. "Wow, you must work out 24-7." She giggled.
The man grinned at her. "But I'm not as pretty as you..."
Eira blushed more and giggled ditzily.
The other youths rolled their eyes. "We'll leave you alone, shall we?" Tristian offered.
Eira looked back at them cheekily. The gang moved off, Cadell 'hmph-ing'. "Typical..." he murmured.
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Tristian lay on his back in the sun, enjoying how it warmed the bridge of his nose. He swung his leg over the edge of the stone block. He heard giggling, and lifted his head to see two girls looking at him. They both blushed and turned their heads away, chattering excitedly to each other. Tristian began to smile with interest. Life was definitely good...
Suddenly, they heard a loud high-pitched scream. Tristian nearly fell off his stone block.
"That was Eira." Rhiamon identified. "Lets go!"
The other two guys scrambled up and Rhiamon, Tristian and Cadell went racing off in the direction of the scream. The others followed, trying to keep up.
Eira backed against the wall in the dark shade of the stadium. Her trusting eyes were wide as the man grabbed her by the shoulders. "We're gonna have some fun. You like fun, right?" he asked. She shrieked again, feeling deep fear.
The man pressed against her, attempting to kiss her. He felt a rough hand grasp him by the scruff of his neck, and drag him off her. Cadell threw him into the opposite wall. Eira fell to her knees on the ground fearfully. Arienne and Rayne went to comfort her.
As the man recovered, Rhiamon appeared, punching him across the jaw. As the man fell to the ground on all fours, Tristian kicked him viciously in the ribs. Cadell kicked him down, pressing his weight onto the man's back. They all laid into him, savagely beating him mercilessly. Rhiamon brought the man's face up against his knee as Cadell and Tristian kicked and punched him, not withholding their Saiyan strength
The Z gang were all speechless as they watched with horror. This wasn't fighting... it was ruthless, savage... No mercy was given as the man was ferociously beaten to the brink of death. The faces of the male youths were cold, no feeling for the pain they were causing. They were like a well-oiled machine, for a moment reminding everyone harshly of the senseless and malicious way the androids fought.
Rhiamon lifted his hand to administer a final blow to the man who was screaming with pain, nearly unconscious. Everyone was frozen. Was no one going to stop him? Eira shook herself from Rayne's comforting hold, and ran towards Rhiamon. She threw herself on him.
"Don't! Don't kill him!" She cried out. "Please!" She pleaded. "We don't have to live like that anymore!"
"He deserves to die." Rhiamon said venomously. "He doesn't deserve to live."
"Then neither do we." Eira whispered. "Please...don't..."
His gaze slowly shifted from the man to her. He dropped his hand, and she hugged him tightly. Rhiamon hugged her back just as tightly with concern. "He was... he was going to hurt you." He stuttered with grief. "He wanted to hurt you..."
Eira sobbed into his shoulder. "We can't keep living in the past. All of us." She pulled away to project it to everyone. "We don't have to be like that anymore! We have another chance!"
"As long as there's people like that in the world, we can't." Cadell said firmly, looking with disgust at the man that now lay unconscious. Cadell's eyes were still incredibly cold. There was no warmth, no compassion. Tristian's were the same. They made the gang shiver. "You can't forget what you are ... what we are -. People like us don't change."
"We can try! Can't we?" Eira pleaded, her eyes hopeful.
"And forget what we've done?" Rhiamon asked. "Forget all those people, pleading for their lives? Administering all those final blows...?"
"That's what we were bred for..." Arienne said coldly. "That was our purpose."
"We're all monsters..." Eira whispered. "But we didn't choose that! We were trained to... we never knew anything else!"
Somewhere deep inside of him, a cord struck in Vegeta. Memories... he'd buried since he'd begun to live on the other side. Since he'd begun to feel. His tears... the ones he'd shed to Kakkorot, confessing how he hadn't known anything else.
He took me from my father...when I was just a little boy... He was re awoken from his thoughts as Gohan spoke.
"He needs immediate medical attention..." he stuttered, kneeling to check the man's condition.
Videl watched Eira in Rhiamon's arms carefully. "Why... why didn't you fight back?"
Eira didn't answer, buring her face in Rhiamon's armour.
Yamcha looked at her with realisation. "You could have squashed the guy flat!" He agreed.
Arienne looked murderously at him. "You don't get it, do you?" She snapped in a voice that attracted everyone's attention. They looked solemnly from her to Eira's trembling form, and pushed whatever reason it was to the back of their minds. It was hard to comprehend, but Arienne spoke with trembling passion in her voice, and everyone remained silent.
"We're taking her back." Rhiamon announced. "This tournament is over."
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 23, 'Forever Fighting'
The tournament ground was crowded and jostling. Thousands of people seemed to have flocked to the grounds, fighters and spectators alike.
The gang stopped, looking around for signposts, anything. Bulma held the grounds map in her hands. "Changing rooms to our left. Anyone want to freshen up?"
"I need to change." Bra said, indicating her shorts and T-shirt.
Pan smiled. "I'll take you." She offered. "It is your first tournament."
Eira glanced at them. "We can freshen up! It'll be a girl thing!" She said, raising her hand in the air with a grin. Arienne and Rayne moved off too, all the girls leaving for the female changing rooms.
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Each of the male youths seemed to be in deep concentration. Krillen watched the three in their near medative stances. He waved a hand up and down in front of them, and three pairs of eyes shot up to meet his. "Guys... it's only a tournament." he offered.
Cadell growled. "A fight is a fight." he said simply, in a way that made Krillen shrink back.
The males and other gang all stood at the intersection before they had to split off to go into the wings. They all looked up as they heard a murmur in the crowd. They glanced up, watching the crowd seem to part. Cheering was heard, and comments being thrown back and forth. As the crowd parted, 5 figures appeared. All the males in the gang froze with shock and wonder. Walking sensually in a group, strode 5 saiyan females. Bra and Pan in front, Arienne, Eira and Rayne behind. Vegeta and Gohan's jaws dropped. Pan and Bra were dressed in a uniform identical to their daughter's. It clung to their fresh curves and blossoming bodies. They had their hair tied back tightly like the others, loose tendrils framing their faces. Their hips seemed to sway as they moved, sensually. The crowd gazed at them in appreciation as the beautiful young women passed through. They stopped at the gang, not noticing their stares. The Saiyan males were transfixed. Even though so many relations occurred, it was seeing the large concentration of actual saiyan females together stirred something in each of them. And obviously the crowd too.
"Just think. You guys are near extinction too. But more of you seem to pop up everywhere!" Bulma laughed. "Especially the boys. You girls should feel lucky."
The girls grinned girlishly, and laughed in their recent almost cliche. As much as everyone tried.. their was something about them all that no one could place. maybe saiyans were more sensual somehow? Whatever it was, they were attracting attention, and lots of it. Especially in the uniforms.
"Bra... what is that?" Vegeta barked, gesturing at the leatard and sexy high boots.
"Its a uniform, Daddy." Bra huffed innocently. She did a little twirl in it. "Pan has one too, see?"
Pan cringed as Gohan glared. "So I see." She also shuddered nervously at Vegeta's gaze. His eyes trailed from her face, down her body and legs, discretly.
Marron linked her arm in Rhiamon's, staring a little enviously at the saiyans. "Its a little sad I'm just human." She said sadly, looking at the way the males eyes were fixed on the females.
Rhiamon looked at her with surprise, kissing her forehead then snuggled his head on her hair. "You're perfect the way you are." he said honestly with a smile.
Marron blushed, and the males glanced at the couple with knowing and warm smiles. Marron was wearing a grey and pink gi, grey in its entirety, and pink trim and shirt underneath. She had put her hair into a loose ponytail, her blonde strands glinting in the soft sun.
"We'll have to get going to the wings." Rhiamon said. The other fighters agreed.
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The fights began, and soon the tournament was underway. The crowd 'oohed' as a fighter was knocked out of the arena floor area. The blonde victor blushed to the sound of applause. Marron ran across the arena floor towards the waiting area for the fighters. Rhiamon stepped out to greet her, and she ran into his arms and he lifted her up, before holding her. "I won!" She said excitedly.
Rhiamon kissed her cheek softly. "I knew you would..." he grinned.
They all froze as they turned at the crowd change it's tune suddenly. There was Eira stood in a playboy bunny costume, pink fluffy ears, baby pink hotpants, pink army boots, white lacy socks, a pale pink loose cropped vest top and a big baby pink bow on the front of her shirt. She looked adorable!!!
Rhiamon and Cadell blinked. "Um... interesting outfit Eira." Rhiamon said. "Are you actually going to... fight in that?"
A wave of confusion filled Eira's ditzy face. She had only just newly reappeared into the wings after a short disappearance. "Where are all your costumes...?" She asked innocently.
Tristian tried to hold back his laughter, as Eira began to realize. Her pretty eyes began to frown menacingly as Tristian howled with laughter, unable to hold it in. Eira looked ready to kill... then, without warning, she began to wail instead. She put her hands up to her face, openly crying and sobbing like a little girl, tears flying everywhere. "You told me it was a fancy dress tournament!!!" She wailed at Tristian, who was still killing himself laughing at this point.
Gohan slapped a hand to his face. "....You did what?" He sighed. "Tristian..."
Goten rubbed his daughter helpfully on the back. "Honey... don't cry!" he pleaded. He was a lot more prepared these days it seemed, for upset females. "I'm sure he didn't mean it..." he glanced at his choking-with-laughter son. "I'll buy you a snowcone?" He bargined desperatley.
Eira suddenly stopped crying a little. "Really?" She asked timidly, lifting her large blue eyes to meet her father's.
"Of course, sweetie." Goten answered. "And you look adorable as a bunny. Don't worry."
Eira began to stand, wiping herself down a little. She sniffed, and smiled weakly. "Thanks daddy!" She said, throwing her arms around Goten.
The other males sniggered, and Vegeta gave an amused snort.
"Eira, you're up." Arienne told her sister. Eira glanced up.
"Oh, ok." She smiled, heading off with a new spring in her step.
"She recovers fast." Gohan noted.
As Eira walked across the arena floor, loud 'awwwww's' were heard echoing around the stadium.
"And it's Brad! Against... what seems to be a bunny girl!" The announcer chuckled.
Brad grinned. "I almost don't want to hurt you. You look too cute..."
The fighters took their stances, and the Z fighters began to worry. Eira's opponent looked quite nasty. He resembled Spopovich, the fighter Videl fought in a tournament long ago. he grinned and laughed heartily as the bell sounded. Eira was off in a flash.
The gang cringed and winced as Eira laid into her opponent, breaking bones. She was a blur, her fighting accurate and her face cold. The Z fighters shivered. This was the same ditz they knew? It didn't seem real! Within seconds, Brad landed out the arena in a heap, covered in wounds and cuts, his arms and legs twisted strangely. Eira walked across the arena floor towards him, her face focused and so cold. It was like it wasn't even her. She looked uncaring, dangerous. She stopped at the edge of the arena, slowly raising a pink gloved hand, pointing at her crushed opponent. Her rabbit ears moved softly in the slight energy ripples surrounding her. With an effort, she slowly lowered her hand, tearing herself away from her 'kill'. The arena was silent, not realising such a cute girl could do so much damage so easily. Eira strode off the arena floor, her tail and pink ears bobbing along as she walked. As she approached, Cadell half smirked, looking at the expressions of the gang. "That's the way she fights. Cold. Focused. No mistakes." he said.
The fights were all the same. Every youth. The same coldness came into their eyes, the same mercilessness. Each battle came to an end the same way too. The restrained madness, the level of control not to slaughter their opponent. It was unnerving to say the least.
__*__
The time came for an interval, and the warriors left the fighting wings to walk around the grounds.
"...Dude... how do you do it man?" Yamcha walked alongside Tristian, looking at the young man in awe as the women they passed gave him knowing sultry looks. Tristian looked at the desperate older man with amusement. He rested an arm over Yamcha's shoulder elaboratley.
"Its all in the body language and the charm." he announced. "Watch me." Tristian grinned. He spun around to the nearest startled women passerby's. He purred, putting on his sexiest face. "Hey baby... I'm easy." He announced seductively. Yamcha watched as the women paused, looking him over and smirking. They kep eye contact with him, looking back over their shoulders excitedly, giggling among themselves. Especially a woman in a frighteningly short mini dress.
Yamcha grinned. It looked so easy! His turn. Yamcha walked up to his chosen woman by stander. He ran a hand last minute through his dark hair. He coughed to get her attention and purred unnaturally when she looked his way. "Hey baby... I'm easy..." He imitated Tristian. The woman wasted no time in slapping his face as hard as she could. The sissy ex-fighter howled in pain. She strode off in a rage.
Tristian smirked to himself at the scene. He gazed back, to see the woman again in the dress. She was alone this time, in the crowd. She smirked sexily at him, and tilted her head slightly, beckoning to him.
Tristian grinned. "I'll be back later." he suddenly announced, striding off into the crowd.
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Tristian and the woman with the dangerously short mini dress finally returned, Tristian with a grin on his face. They approached the gang who had paused for some rest. They looked up to see them arrive with interest. The woman sensually ran her hand down Tristian's cheek, giving him a *chast* kiss, touching her tongue briefly and erotically with his. She strode away from the group, her hips swaying as she went. Trunks and Goten also had their eyes fixed on her retreating form. ...It was so short! The gang lost interest again, going back to what they were talking about.
Tristian cleared his throat, making the closest males to him turn around. Trunks, Cadell, Goten and Rhiamon turned to him. Tristian discretely rummaged in his cargo pocket, removing a shiny pink thong. He gave a victory Son grin. The males stared at it, then scrambled to catch the last glimpse of the woman walking away again.
"You mean she's commando now?? With THAT dress on?" Trunks cried out loudly. The rest of the group spun around with curiosity. Tristian grinned sheepishly, the offending item still plainly on show.
Yamacha had a look of pure awe on his face. "That's from the chick in the dress?" He shrieked. "The one in THAT dress?"
Gohan shook his head. "You didn't..." He stuttered with shock.
Yamacha paused. "So... this woman is still walking around, in THAT dress... minus panties?" He paused again before waving his arm in the air in a people gathering way. "I vote we go find her!" He said. Eagerly, each of the men agreed, scrambling off in a mad flurry leaving only a cloud of dust behind them.
The men left were Gohan, Piccolo and Krillen. They blinked. Piccolo gave a grunt of disapproval, not understanding the urgency over such a thing.
"Where's the rest of the guys?" Bra asked.
Gohan paused. "They... They went to get something to eat." He sighed.
Bulma grunted. "They could at least have waited for us. I could do with something to eat." She grumbled.
Arienne raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. Tristian obtained the panties of a poor woman in a ridiculously revealing outfit, and now everyone is on a wild goose chase to find her again?" She said sarkily.
The remaining men were struck dumb. Arienne rolled her eyes at her startled crowd. "Naaah." She dismissed her previous theory. "You're right, they'll have gone for burgers."
__*__
"You want a snowcone?" Goten asked his daughter. Eira nodded her head.
He ruffled her hair in his hand. "Here..." He looked at her lovingly as he handed over the snowcone money. Eira thew her arms around him, then bounced off into the crowd.
"Goten?" Goten's attention was snapped back at a voice. He looked ahead of him with surprise to see Parseau. His girlfriend walked up to him, a dark look on her face.
"Parseau? I didn't know you were even coming." Goten stuttered.
Parseau stepped closer. "Who was that other woman, Goten?" She snapped with abandonment wavering in her voice.
Goten looked blank. "Other woman?"
"With the fluffy ears and tail, Goten!!!" Parseau raged.
Something clicked in Goten's mind. "Parseau! You have the wrong idea! She's not my date!"
Parseau's cheeks puffed out in a childish way as she fumed. "Then who was she?" She wailed loudly, causing a scene around them.
"She's my daughter!" Goten snapped with exasperation. He regretted saying it as soon as he did.
"Daughter? Don't lie to me, Son Goten! I can't believe you!" Parseau screeched. "We're through!" She snapped, whirling around to run from him into the crowd. Almost as quickly as she has arrived, she was gone again.
"Parseau!" Goten called after her. He gripped his hair in his hands with defeat. A mere minute ago he was in a relationship. What had just happned???? He was still pondering this thought as Eira reappeared next to him.
A man handed Eira a snow cone. She grinned. "Thanks." She said with sugary sweetness. The man grinned. Goten looked up from his exasperation to look the man up and down with a fatherly suspicion.
The guy was tall, lean but still muscular. His hair was dark at the roots, but had been bleached a pearly peroxide blonde.
Eira felt the blush creep over her cheeks as she gazed at her new find from the snowcone stand. She brushed her hand over the man's arm. "Wow, you must work out 24-7." She giggled.
The man grinned at her. "But I'm not as pretty as you..."
Eira blushed more and giggled ditzily.
The other youths rolled their eyes. "We'll leave you alone, shall we?" Tristian offered.
Eira looked back at them cheekily. The gang moved off, Cadell 'hmph-ing'. "Typical..." he murmured.
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Tristian lay on his back in the sun, enjoying how it warmed the bridge of his nose. He swung his leg over the edge of the stone block. He heard giggling, and lifted his head to see two girls looking at him. They both blushed and turned their heads away, chattering excitedly to each other. Tristian began to smile with interest. Life was definitely good...
Suddenly, they heard a loud high-pitched scream. Tristian nearly fell off his stone block.
"That was Eira." Rhiamon identified. "Lets go!"
The other two guys scrambled up and Rhiamon, Tristian and Cadell went racing off in the direction of the scream. The others followed, trying to keep up.
Eira backed against the wall in the dark shade of the stadium. Her trusting eyes were wide as the man grabbed her by the shoulders. "We're gonna have some fun. You like fun, right?" he asked. She shrieked again, feeling deep fear.
The man pressed against her, attempting to kiss her. He felt a rough hand grasp him by the scruff of his neck, and drag him off her. Cadell threw him into the opposite wall. Eira fell to her knees on the ground fearfully. Arienne and Rayne went to comfort her.
As the man recovered, Rhiamon appeared, punching him across the jaw. As the man fell to the ground on all fours, Tristian kicked him viciously in the ribs. Cadell kicked him down, pressing his weight onto the man's back. They all laid into him, savagely beating him mercilessly. Rhiamon brought the man's face up against his knee as Cadell and Tristian kicked and punched him, not withholding their Saiyan strength
The Z gang were all speechless as they watched with horror. This wasn't fighting... it was ruthless, savage... No mercy was given as the man was ferociously beaten to the brink of death. The faces of the male youths were cold, no feeling for the pain they were causing. They were like a well-oiled machine, for a moment reminding everyone harshly of the senseless and malicious way the androids fought.
Rhiamon lifted his hand to administer a final blow to the man who was screaming with pain, nearly unconscious. Everyone was frozen. Was no one going to stop him? Eira shook herself from Rayne's comforting hold, and ran towards Rhiamon. She threw herself on him.
"Don't! Don't kill him!" She cried out. "Please!" She pleaded. "We don't have to live like that anymore!"
"He deserves to die." Rhiamon said venomously. "He doesn't deserve to live."
"Then neither do we." Eira whispered. "Please...don't..."
His gaze slowly shifted from the man to her. He dropped his hand, and she hugged him tightly. Rhiamon hugged her back just as tightly with concern. "He was... he was going to hurt you." He stuttered with grief. "He wanted to hurt you..."
Eira sobbed into his shoulder. "We can't keep living in the past. All of us." She pulled away to project it to everyone. "We don't have to be like that anymore! We have another chance!"
"As long as there's people like that in the world, we can't." Cadell said firmly, looking with disgust at the man that now lay unconscious. Cadell's eyes were still incredibly cold. There was no warmth, no compassion. Tristian's were the same. They made the gang shiver. "You can't forget what you are ... what we are -. People like us don't change."
"We can try! Can't we?" Eira pleaded, her eyes hopeful.
"And forget what we've done?" Rhiamon asked. "Forget all those people, pleading for their lives? Administering all those final blows...?"
"That's what we were bred for..." Arienne said coldly. "That was our purpose."
"We're all monsters..." Eira whispered. "But we didn't choose that! We were trained to... we never knew anything else!"
Somewhere deep inside of him, a cord struck in Vegeta. Memories... he'd buried since he'd begun to live on the other side. Since he'd begun to feel. His tears... the ones he'd shed to Kakkorot, confessing how he hadn't known anything else.
He took me from my father...when I was just a little boy... He was re awoken from his thoughts as Gohan spoke.
"He needs immediate medical attention..." he stuttered, kneeling to check the man's condition.
Videl watched Eira in Rhiamon's arms carefully. "Why... why didn't you fight back?"
Eira didn't answer, buring her face in Rhiamon's armour.
Yamcha looked at her with realisation. "You could have squashed the guy flat!" He agreed.
Arienne looked murderously at him. "You don't get it, do you?" She snapped in a voice that attracted everyone's attention. They looked solemnly from her to Eira's trembling form, and pushed whatever reason it was to the back of their minds. It was hard to comprehend, but Arienne spoke with trembling passion in her voice, and everyone remained silent.
"We're taking her back." Rhiamon announced. "This tournament is over."