[00] Welcome!

[Celena]

A flashy new haircut, brand new expensive clothes; it was like being back home on planet Vegeta. The only difference was that here on earth; she had actually earned the money. To say she was glad that she was no longer poor was an understatement. Her next aim was to find her own place, a nice fancy one of course, but for now, she twisted her key into the entrance door of her grandfather’s mansion and then picked up her shopping bags. The clothes on planet earth were much trendier than the clothes on her home planet.

After slamming the door shut with the back of her heel, she travelled up a flight of the stairs on the left hand side of the first floor, and then entered her room, where she dumped the bags filled with new clothes by the front of her bed.

Day two of shopping was complete.

Oh, a letter, she said to herself, gazing at her glass textured table which was by the left hand side of her double bed. A bonus pay check from Aztec Corps, she joked, even though she would not mind if it were.

Xenia opened the green letter and unfolded a white piece of paper with typed (italic font) information on it.

“You are cordially invited to the 2009 tournament of Dante’s Abyss. You have been selected out of thousands of potentials to participate in this reputable annual event, sponsored by the Syntex Corporation.”

Yeah right.

Xenia knew all about Dante’s Abyss. Practically every family member of hers had competed in the tournament at some point in their lives, some even more than once. She had watched the tapes of her family members fighting for survival. There was no way she was going to join a competition which was of no significant value to her. Regardless of her feelings, she continued to read the letter.

“This challenging yet exciting opportunity will afford you a chance at honor, glory, and wealth.”

Honour?

She was a saiyan heiress and proud of it even though hardly anyone from this dimension knew she was.

Glory?

She did not need to be glorified. She was already special and that all that mattered.

Wealth?

She laughed. There was nothing she could gain from joining Dante’s Abyss.

“Enclosed within this envelop is a special chip, which when taken to any nearby Capsule Corporation, will grant you free passage in a teleportation device to our planet of Dante. The finest amenities and provisions will be provided prior to the start of the event. We truly hope to have you as our most honored guest for this momentous occasion.”

They would probably be disappointed that she would not turn up, but they would have to live with it.

C’est la vie.

It appeared that the letter was finished, but it could not have been because every letter had an author, and to her understanding, every letter ended with ‘yours sincerely’, or ‘yours fathfully’.

Just as she suspected, the letter was not finished. There was an unusually big gap for a paragraph.

“Oh, by the way, I sent an invitation to the that saiyan, you know, the one who defeated you during Friend or Foe three.”

A frown was an indication that he had struck a nerve, but then she quickly regained control over her emotion and continued to read.

“Knowing him, the one eyed saiyan wouldn’t pass at the opportunity of testing his exceptional skills against the universes brightest fighters.”

Xenia could not help it, she frowned. She knew the author was baiting her in order to participate, in order to gain a measure of revenge against the one eyed saiyan. The thought of losing to a man with an impaired vision, was enough to get her blood boiling.

“I couldn’t imagine what losing to a visually impaired saiyan who is in a social class below your own, could do to the pride of his princess.”

Xenia began hissing subconsciously as she continuied to read.

“This could be the opportunity to salvage your pride as his princess, prove your superiority over him. The question is; is this an opportunity you want to let slip by?

As a hybrid saiyan, even if your blood isn’t itching for a chance to prove your dominance, there is still the matter of your pride. I’ve done my homework; I know every saiyan cares about their pride no matter how much concentration of saiyan DNA they have in them.”

Underneath the piece of text she had just read was a map of the hotels interior. There was an arrow that pointed to a building which was ladled ‘dojo’.

“After that who knows, you may still be filled with adrenaline and as a result, willing to participate in Dante’s Abyss 2009. Even if you cannot beat the saiyan twice, third time might be the charm, young…assassin.

Sincerely yours, your Host,
Damon Dukes”


Damon Dukes, heh, you son of a bitch.

She had to admit; the letter was super effective. Damon was a really intelligent man and would make one damn good psychologist if he was not already one. He was right, every saiyan had their pride. Xenia had put that certain event in FoF three behind her, but Damon has ignited a fire within her. His words had touched her deeply, and they had also cut her. The letter had filled her with a desire for redemption due to her defeat at the hands of someone, not only ‘visually impaired’ but also ‘in a social class below her’. Just thinking about her loss left her feeling mortified. It also gave her a purpose to join in order to rid her from the feeling of mortification.