[00] Gym

[Celena]

‘Don’t take it personally’, he had said.

“To a saiyan like you, the situation reversed wouldn’t mean a thing, but to a real saiyan such as myself, pride means everything.”

Orion chucked. “It’s ironic that you perceive yourself as a real saiyan, considering your impurity; what was your name?”

“Xenia, and you?”

“Orion.”

“Little by little I’ll show you how much I’ve grown since the last time we fought,” said the female hybrid, entering a fighting stance.

“Fine, if that’s how you want to play it,” replied the veteran fighter, entering a fighting stance of his own. Nothing would satisfy his appetite more than a good fight, and if this fight was going to as intense as their last fight then he was in for a big treat.

Orion made the first move, sprinting towards his opponent. “Hang on,” she said, extending her right hand towards him. She then tucked her hand into the right pocket of her blue jeans and pulled out a thin, black leather wallet. The one eyed saiyan winced. What was she supposed to do with a wallet, hit him over the head with it?

“You, over there,” said Xenia to a young man wearing a blue syntax t-shirt. He was standing by the wall with a few other idle colleagues who were also there as spectators. “Make yourself useful and take care of my wallet.” The brown haired man went over and received the wallet from her.

“I’ll take good care of it,” he said.

“I’m sure you will,” she replied before returning her direction towards her opponent.

Orion shook his head with disbelief and re-entered a fighting stance. “Anything else?”

“Good to go,” she replied.

This time they both moved forward at the same time, clashing forearms. A grin appeared on her face before she swiftly moved her right foot backwards and then swung it forwards, smashing hard into his left shin. He let out an agonizing cry of pain as he titled to the left. Her fist came towards his stomach but he was able to use both hands to evade receiving further damage to his body. He thrust his head forward, slamming his cranium into the bridge of her nose, causing her to recoil backward. She wanted to nurse the pain but maintaining her focus was the main priority at this point in time. With a grunt she threw her fist forward. A click was heard as it connected with the left hand side of his face, causing Orion to stagger towards his right.

If he could remember correctly from their fight on Kai’s island, her punches were not that hard, but the one punch she had given him just now had been powerful enough to daze him. She had definitely become stronger, no doubt about that.

The former elite weaved his head to the right, but that had been done instinctively, and unfortunately not quick enough to avoid another shot. An uppercut landed, and sent him sailing towards the wooden floor of the sparing room; he landed on his bottom.

The spectators watched amazement. “Warm up she said,” said the one who had her wallet in his possession.

Another shook his head in disbelief while he folded his arms.

Zena swung her right leg towards his face. With a stifled grunt of pain, the warrior veteran raised a hand causing her foot to meet with his wrist. With all the strength he could muster, the black haired saiyan leapt forward catching her with a left hook of his own. His body weight had been behind it and therefore she crashed to the floor with him on top of her. He pinned her with his right hand while he raised his left. She saw an opening on his left hand side which she took, raising her right knee and planting it into his rib cage, causing him to roll off of her. She spun on her front and then picked herself off of her feet. Orion climbed to his feet facing her in the opposite direction.

As Orion observed her, not only had he experienced that she had become stronger, but also faster. Her physical appearance had changed too. He remembered her having black, long hair. Here the same girl was, with short, blonde spiky hair. Her attitude was different too. The girl he remembered before was very emotional. The girl in front of him was composed and the look in her eyes, it was cold and deadly. Despite her coldness, her composure made her seem more like a princess. He had found her supposedly title harder to digest during their first encounter. She had completely changed though. What became painfully clear to him was that somehow, within the space of their last fight, she had grown to a height beyond his own; she was a more powerful fighter than he was in every physical way.

“Heheh,” she laughed.

“What’s funny?” he asked.

Xenia could have told him that she could read minds, and that she had just found out that he knew she was more powerful than him, but she felt playing her hand was not a good idea. The less predictable she appeared to her foe, the better. “Personal joke,” she lied as a black aura suddenly flared around her.

Black? thought Orion. That was an unusual colour for an aura. Did it have anything to do with the cold look he had seen in her eyes? What had she been up to while he was training in heaven? She had obviously been training too, and by the combating he had just seen from her, she had been training harder than him. It was either that or she had sold herself to the devil in order to gain more power. Where did the black aura that enveloped her really come from? He could not forget the fact that his ally Ares had told him that she had managed to achieve the legendary transformation of their race. How could a girl who appeared to be less than half of his age, achieve a level of power he had not managed to achieve his entire lifespan, which almost stretches to fifty years? However, if she really was a super saiyan then that would further decrease his chances of beating her. Sooner or later, he would find out just what she was truly capable of.