“It’s the money isn’t it?” asked Zena, taking note of the adrenaline fuelled, one eyed man who had an intense look in his active right eye. Strapped around him was gun, which suggested that he was not fucking around, he meant business. “That’s your motivation. That’s what’s got you pumped. That’s what’s got you ready to strike.”
“Yes,” replied the man, who looked like he was in his mid thirties, yet there was something about him that she could not put her finger on, which made him seem a lot older than she estimated. He analysed her too. She was young and beautiful, yet her features appeared rough, the hair and clothes particularly, which gave him the impression that she had been involved in a scrap at some point. He thought back to the time when he and Ares showed themselves before the trio. This same girl had ordered her two male companions to back off so that she could face the one eyed foe in particular, and they had obeyed. Her powerful influence over them led him to believe that this young female was the leader of their group. If that was the case then she was no ordinary young woman. She had to be dangerous and therefore, he could not afford to let his guard down for even a second.
It was common courtesy to know the basic details of your opponent before a battle, therefore he asked, “What is your name and where do you hail from?”
“Zena, from planet Vegeta, and you are?”
So she too was a Saiyan. The brown strand flowing down her raven hair like a waterfall, and her brown eyes, suggested that she was not pure-blooded.
“Orion, from planet Vegeta too,” he replied.
Zena’s eyes shifted to the scene elsewhere, mouth opened with disappointment due to the commotion. “We can’t do this,” she said to the full-blooded warrior known as Orion. “You aren’t my enemy.”
“Your friends don’t seem to share the same opinion as you.”
“They aren’t my friends. They are my allies and they are too foolish to see the big picture here.”
“Oh I know. This has all been arranged for the purpose of somebody in particular’s entertainment, but the reward is very healthy.”
“Reward!” she yelled. “You aren’t the least bit offended that they brought you here against your own will, shackled you up as if you were a piece of meat and then told you that you had to play their game for the purpose of their own entertainment?!” She breathed in deeply in order to calm herself down.
“You’re mistaken. I volunteered.”
“Volunteered? But that’s impossible. Everyone in both groups were captured. There were no volunteers.”
“It seems you were misinformed. We were assigned to hunt down two groups, 100,000 zeni a piece for each capture.”
“A third group…” she uttered with a puzzled expression, “with the purpose of hunting. I could have sworn we were told…no, we were definitely informed of one other group, which we had to hunt down, 100,000 zeni for each capture.” She frowned as hard as she could, growling quietly at the same time while she subconsciously gazed at Orion’s chest. “Son of a…bitch,” she said, raising her angered gaze towards his face. “We’ve been duped! This is all a set-up! 100,000 zeni each. I doubt it. I bet we’re all just here to kill one another to provide bloody entertainment. ”
“No, that can’t be,” the armed saiyan denied.
“They blatantly lied to our group, so what’s to say they aren’t lying about the reward money? How much do you know about the people who guaranteed you a large lump sum?”
He could not answer that question.
“We have to stop the others from fighting,” she said to Orion, however, the one eyed man showed reluctance. “A woman's intuition never fails her,” she assured.
“Enough!” barked the hunter. He was just a regular, stubborn saiyan with typically, a lot of pride. They had talked long enough. With that sentiment in mind, he geared into a fighting stance.
“If you must, go ahead, fight me.” Her hands sunk to her sides in surrender and she froze like a statue. “But I won’t fight back.”
“Show some honour!”
“Go ahead, capture me.”
Orion growled. As expected of a stereotypical saiyan warrior, he was not going to attack her, knowing she had no intentions of putting up a fight.
“I’m not prepared to see my people tear each other apart,” she said to him. Thanks to Kokukashin’s devotion to her earlier, his willingness to support her against Uzumaki, she was able to realise the significance of her role unto her saiyan people. “The saiyan race is far more important to me than any amount of money. Countless races have tried to threaten us, but why have we prevailed every time? It’s because we are too strong to be defeated. Individually, we are the most powerful fighters in the universe, but as a nation, we are impenetrable.” Zena balled her fists so tight that her palms turned bright red as blood pumped through them. Orion watched as her aura came to life. “Saiyan’s don’t sell each other out for money. Goddammit, the changelings even tried to control us at one time! They used us because of our immense power! We don’t need anyone to control us! Where’s your damn pride?!” she roared, her power level growing. She turned her back on him. “Go ahead; get me while my backs turned.”
There was no reply, only the sound of her clear aura continuing to flicker around her body, and of the destruction ahead of her.
“I’m going to stop our allies, even if I have to knock sense into all three of them. I need you all in order to help me bring down the real enemies, the people behind this pathetic game.”
“Yes,” replied the man, who looked like he was in his mid thirties, yet there was something about him that she could not put her finger on, which made him seem a lot older than she estimated. He analysed her too. She was young and beautiful, yet her features appeared rough, the hair and clothes particularly, which gave him the impression that she had been involved in a scrap at some point. He thought back to the time when he and Ares showed themselves before the trio. This same girl had ordered her two male companions to back off so that she could face the one eyed foe in particular, and they had obeyed. Her powerful influence over them led him to believe that this young female was the leader of their group. If that was the case then she was no ordinary young woman. She had to be dangerous and therefore, he could not afford to let his guard down for even a second.
It was common courtesy to know the basic details of your opponent before a battle, therefore he asked, “What is your name and where do you hail from?”
“Zena, from planet Vegeta, and you are?”
So she too was a Saiyan. The brown strand flowing down her raven hair like a waterfall, and her brown eyes, suggested that she was not pure-blooded.
“Orion, from planet Vegeta too,” he replied.
Zena’s eyes shifted to the scene elsewhere, mouth opened with disappointment due to the commotion. “We can’t do this,” she said to the full-blooded warrior known as Orion. “You aren’t my enemy.”
“Your friends don’t seem to share the same opinion as you.”
“They aren’t my friends. They are my allies and they are too foolish to see the big picture here.”
“Oh I know. This has all been arranged for the purpose of somebody in particular’s entertainment, but the reward is very healthy.”
“Reward!” she yelled. “You aren’t the least bit offended that they brought you here against your own will, shackled you up as if you were a piece of meat and then told you that you had to play their game for the purpose of their own entertainment?!” She breathed in deeply in order to calm herself down.
“You’re mistaken. I volunteered.”
“Volunteered? But that’s impossible. Everyone in both groups were captured. There were no volunteers.”
“It seems you were misinformed. We were assigned to hunt down two groups, 100,000 zeni a piece for each capture.”
“A third group…” she uttered with a puzzled expression, “with the purpose of hunting. I could have sworn we were told…no, we were definitely informed of one other group, which we had to hunt down, 100,000 zeni for each capture.” She frowned as hard as she could, growling quietly at the same time while she subconsciously gazed at Orion’s chest. “Son of a…bitch,” she said, raising her angered gaze towards his face. “We’ve been duped! This is all a set-up! 100,000 zeni each. I doubt it. I bet we’re all just here to kill one another to provide bloody entertainment. ”
“No, that can’t be,” the armed saiyan denied.
“They blatantly lied to our group, so what’s to say they aren’t lying about the reward money? How much do you know about the people who guaranteed you a large lump sum?”
He could not answer that question.
“We have to stop the others from fighting,” she said to Orion, however, the one eyed man showed reluctance. “A woman's intuition never fails her,” she assured.
“Enough!” barked the hunter. He was just a regular, stubborn saiyan with typically, a lot of pride. They had talked long enough. With that sentiment in mind, he geared into a fighting stance.
“If you must, go ahead, fight me.” Her hands sunk to her sides in surrender and she froze like a statue. “But I won’t fight back.”
“Show some honour!”
“Go ahead, capture me.”
Orion growled. As expected of a stereotypical saiyan warrior, he was not going to attack her, knowing she had no intentions of putting up a fight.
“I’m not prepared to see my people tear each other apart,” she said to him. Thanks to Kokukashin’s devotion to her earlier, his willingness to support her against Uzumaki, she was able to realise the significance of her role unto her saiyan people. “The saiyan race is far more important to me than any amount of money. Countless races have tried to threaten us, but why have we prevailed every time? It’s because we are too strong to be defeated. Individually, we are the most powerful fighters in the universe, but as a nation, we are impenetrable.” Zena balled her fists so tight that her palms turned bright red as blood pumped through them. Orion watched as her aura came to life. “Saiyan’s don’t sell each other out for money. Goddammit, the changelings even tried to control us at one time! They used us because of our immense power! We don’t need anyone to control us! Where’s your damn pride?!” she roared, her power level growing. She turned her back on him. “Go ahead; get me while my backs turned.”
There was no reply, only the sound of her clear aura continuing to flicker around her body, and of the destruction ahead of her.
“I’m going to stop our allies, even if I have to knock sense into all three of them. I need you all in order to help me bring down the real enemies, the people behind this pathetic game.”
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Does honesty earn respect or inspire revenge? Is it smarter to attack the strong or annihilate the weak?