[1] Hunted in the Abandoned Town

[Kazuya]

Already, the centuries old woman could tell there was going to be some kind ego clash. She despised how the girl pointed out her position, and even worse, was arrogant enough to supersede her direct command. Such petty titles held no water for her, outside those of her own government she’d come to know over the years.

“… As the leader of this group, I propose we form two teams of three each. A main team and a backup team with the purpose of concealing themselves and be ready to ambush the other group, once the main team encounters them. We saiyans will form the main team.” She flourished her long, slender arms around to the few other alien creatures, encompassing them in a virtual embrace. “Since we're the strongest warriors in the universe, in the worst case scenario we can hold off the other six, even destroy them before you, Uzumaki, and the pink haired girls show up to suprise them. Is there any questions?"

Kazuya crooked a contemptuous brow at the child-woman, her eyes glaring like two heated coals deep in her face while her arms folded over her chest. Her fingers thrummed over her arm at a blazing pace, all the while her mind spun with the oh, so many things she wanted to say.

“That’s rather arrogant of you,” she balked, her gaze never leaving the Saiyan girl. “Strongest in the universe?”

Zena looked up as if she’d been given the deepest insult, but Kazuya didn’t care. “I’ve seen your kind, a bunch of smelly, arrogant beasts, unfit for society. And strength? You severely underestimate me, little girl. Don’t let my tiny frame fool you, there’s a lot to me that you don’t know.”

“Address me by my proper title, Uzumaki;” Zena fumed, her body stiffening in anger. The others that had been gathered in a loose circle around the two began to back up, but the hunger in a few of their eyes couldn’t be hidden, lapping at their dark irises like starving dogs. “I have no care to know you, you are beneath me.”

She couldn’t stop herself: Kazuya simply snapped. Suddenly, a small dagger made its way into her hands and thrust against the pale line of the young Saiyan’s neck, while her body was locked against her back, the other arm pinning Zena’s arm at the small of her waist. “Your titles are basically shit to me, you hear? Shit. I have seen more moons than you will ever see in your lifetime, or your children’s, or theirs. Your kind may be strong, but they are stupid little pissants-“ She accentuated with a slight jab of the dagger against her flesh, a satisfied smirk irking at the corners of her mouth at the girl’s surprised intake of air. Kaz leaned in closer to her ear, voice dropping a few octaves. Her eyes took in the slight orange glow against the girl’s cheek, and knew exactly what was happening. “I could kill you now, make you an example. Then perhaps I can rend your flesh from those tiny, scrumptious little bones; maybe I should just keep you alive for that part.”

“Sick!” Zena hissed, inching her neck away from the sharp, pointed blade that pressed ever closer to vital arteries. “Sick man!”

Chuckling deep within her throat, Kazuya thrust her body against the back of the Saiyan, laughing as she struggled against the front of her body. “Now that I have your attention, let me tell you what I think is wrong with that plan. Let’s start with you.” Withdrawing the blade just a little from her neck, Kazuya’s body relaxed against the back of the young woman, just enough to gather the other four within her line of sight a little more comfortably. “Leading is not for children, in society, it is reserved for the more seasoned, disciplined members. That would be none other than yours truly, Zena.” She said her name as if it had a tartness to it, face squinching just at the sides sourly.

It took a few minutes, but Zena regained her composure. She was a Saiyan princess, after all, and shouldn’t show fear. Not entirely becoming of her station. She was made of stronger shit than this. “I’ll take my Saiyans, and you take the rest,” she stated once more; Kazuya didn’t have to point it out, but she heard it in the tone, still so arrogant.

“I’ll take one Saiyan, I’ll even let them choose, and then I’ll take whatever’s left. We’ll be prepared for whatever comes our way a little better. You see the logic, yet, Zena?”

“Why you gotta pick on the girl like that for, is that necessary?” an unnamed contestant spoke up, but didn’t bother to step forward and actually do something.

Kazuya eyed the interloper for a few moments, his face filling her vision, branding itself into her memory before flinging the Saiyan away from her body, then sheathing her small weapon in a hidden strap within her gi. “Then it’s agreed, I’ll take half, and you’ll take half, we scout the area, then meet back here with reports of our findings. Let’s try not to stay out too much after dawn, as daylight will most assuredly only make us bigger targets. Are we clear?”