[1] Hunted in the Abandoned Town

[Celena]

When you have two opinionated people who share different believes, and place them in the same discussion, they are bound to clash. Both Uzumaki and Zena were two people who could not co-exist with one another. The raven-haired girl knew that, which was the main reason she had suggested they form two groups. Inaccurately judging the hybrid was something she dismissed often, but it was another thing when you insulted her race. That was something she had refused to let go, especially since it had come out of the fowl mouth of a human commoner. One thing the group had learned to discover was that Uzumaki’s cool demeanour was all a front. It had only taken a mild dose of verbal abuse to set him off, literally threatening the saiyan princess with a knife. While some had watched in horror, others had watched in delight. The joy on his face while he had had his blade pressed against the royal hybrid, took even her by surprise. It revealed that there was more to the man than meets the eye. They say that there is a level of insanity in everyone. Uzumaki had not been shy to expose his.

Zena moaned as the weight of the slim man pressed against her back, while her face rested against the concrete of the abandoned town. He was making a big mistake treating her in this manner. He was too foolish to realise that. “Now that I have your attention,” he said. “Let me tell you what I think is wrong with that plan. Let’s start with you.” It was after that sentence that Zena felt the man’s blade withdraw from against her neck. She grunted but he took no notice. “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.”

The royal saiyaness was fuming on the inside, impressively maintaining her composure, while she remarkably reasoned with Uzumaki regarding the plans for the group. Once they had sorted it out, the small man wiped a dab of blood off the tip of his blade, which had emerged while she had pressed it against the girl’s neck. He then sheathed his weapon back into a strap on his brown gi. Next, he tossed the young woman like a rag doll. She rolled across the floor, a couple of meters away from him. Despite that happening, she was in good condition. Without uttering a word, she picked herself off the ground, on one knee while she dusted herself off.

Zena’s head rose up, almost as quickly as a viper’s strike, after hearing the unmistakable sound of a sword unsheathing. Her mouth fell open in awe at the sight of an impressive weapon, so shiny, almost as tall as its owner. She had never seen a sword as large before. The male saiyan shot a glare at Uzumaki and edged his weapon towards her. "Listen here bitch, if you insult Princess Zena, you insult all Saiyans. To me, you are just like our six enemies. I would watch my back if I were you," said the saiyan to the smaller man.

“I admire your devotion, but please, withdraw your weapon,” she said to him. Never had Zena come across as humble as this before. The fact that a fellow warrior from her home territory was willing to fight for her, made her feel even more like a princess. It made her remember how proud she was of herself and her people. The male saiyan known as Kokukashin obeyed her command and put his weapon back into its container. For a moment, she developed a rare feeling, warmth, but the tender feeling soon vanished as she fixed her brown eyes on Uzumaki. “You should have killed me when you had the chance, you gutless man. I will not make the same mistake.” A ferocious look appeared on her face. “I’m not angry that you raised a weapon to me. I’m pissed off because you didn’t kill me!” she finished, walking quickly towards him.

“Allow me to rectify me mistake,” said the man, his hand advancing towards his strap, where his sharp weapon was, but before he got the chance to, the princess disappeared from sight, startling everyone. She reappeared in front of the man with her fist buried deep in his gut. Veins appeared in his eyes as they bulged out of their socket. A squeal of agony, along with saliva, escaped his mouth. Payback was a bitch and Uzumaki soon realised that as Zena threw her fist upwards, connecting to his chin with a click, sending him back first to the ground.

“You pathetic excuse for a man,” said the female hybrid, rubbing her shoe against his pretty face, staining it with dirt from the bottom of soul. She almost gasped, as his hands clutched her ankle aggressively, with the intention of vengeance. She forcefully yanked it free and then hopped backwards a little. “I’d prefer if you withdrew your weapon,” she said, as the man rolled onto his front with a moan. “It’ll give you more of a chance,” she laughed. “I don’t need a weapon. I’ll use my bare hands to send you into the afterlife.”