[F] Bra, Android 17, and Reijin

[Burter Jr]

THE FINALE
Part 1

The scene was set.

Angels bursting into flames. Demons melting from the angelic touch. The battle of battles -- the war of wars. Blood spilled, bodies piled, and swords clashed. Lives were ending, all over again.

Even though hours had passed, and even though the demons had somehow penetrated the angel forces, both sides still had extreme numbers. The war was, seemingly, far from over.

At the foot of the tower stood the huge, shirtless, and bloodied body of Satan. Hell's General was squaring off against two super saiyans. "The princess and the soldier," he noted with a smirk, "How admirable."

From above and behind him, a single figure flew from the sky. It dropped down like a missle from the stars above, both hands clenched into tight bony fists.Seventeen dropped onto the back of the living corpse like an anchor slamming into the ground at an unspeakable velocity. Several cracking sounds could be heard as the android's feet pushed into the base of Satan's spine. The man was grunting from the surprise attack, pushing back against the cyborg on his back. Any normal person would never get up again, but the monster stood like nothing happened, forcing Seventeen to backflip onto his feet.

"Sorry I'm late," the android smirked. "I hope it's not too late to join the party."

"Who invited you!?" The deep, croacked voice of Satan crackled with annoyance as he now had to keep track of all four of the oppenents. "This is hopeless!" He growled at them. "You don't have a chance!"

"Enough talk!" The saiyan warrior said from the side. Satan turned to face Reijin who was crouching into a leaping position. No more words were spoken. The man lept into the air, his pride on the line.

The bulky arms of Satan rose up quickly to block the attacking Reijin. Rei threw his kick at a speed that could shatter bones, only to have it hit the brick wall that was Satan's tricep. The demon general caught Rei just in time to realize Gabriel and Bra were attacking. "Hell's FEILD!"

A raging fire erupted from his rotted body, and flung all four of the warriors back. The fire turned into a huge energy feild, which eventually cleared the area in a thirty foot radius.

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When Bra stood up, she could immediately sense the evil presence behind her. "Son of a..." she muttered, dusting off her already worn out clothing. The young girl looked back over shoulder, seeing the unsurprisingly figure of the horned demon approaching at a steady pace. "Don't you ever take a break, ugly?" She asked sarcastically. With that, she turned around fully

"You don't have your friends to save you now, little girl," the demon informed her, quite honestly.

This processed through Bra's mind. Her eyes seemed to go downcast for a moment. He was right. She was alone. But the whole battle had taught her not to believe that...not yet. The little girl looked up again, this time her eyes a raging inferno. Her golden hair rose up from where it lay and started to shimmer a bit more. She let her arms loose to the sides, her aura brightening. "I don't need them to take care of YOU!"

Satan unsheathed his seemingly rusted blade, grinning. "Then let's see what you really have, Princess of Saiyans!"

The two moved fast, heading right towards each other. "Kienzen Daggers!" Bra shouted as they got closer. Though they moved at ultra speeds, time seemed to slow as the two got closer, as if a force had stopped them to get a look at every single detail. The burning battle in the background. The daggers in her hand...the sword in his. Her shining aura. His decayed horns. For a moment, it was peaceful.

The swords was knocked to the side by the flickering weapons of ki, which promptly blinked out of existance by the insane force of the collision. The arms and legs of the two warriors meshed and fought each other, as if each were in their own seperate battles. Hundreds of thousands of moves were thrown in that small period of time, with neither side gaining an advantage. For Satan, it was about honor. For Bra, it was revenge. It seemed like it would never end, the two forever locked in melee combat.

Then, Satan struck Bra.

Her body crumbled against the huge rock so hard that both her spine and the boulder crumbled under the immense pressure. Her small, slender form lay in defeat. The general moved forward towards her.

Bra was trying to get up. Her spine was all but shattered, but still, despite the logic science of the saiyan body, she found herself able to move. Her sheer will allowed her to somehow pull herself up to her knees.

"You lost." The general spat. "Your a failure."

Bra looked up at him, shivering with pain. But not disappointment. Her face had a very small visible smirk. "I may have lost...but I haven't failed." Her voice was but a whisper, trying to sound as mysterious and intimidating as possible.

"You haven't beaten me, girl. You failed."

"At least...I tried."

This struck Satan in a very strange way. A saiyan, not concerned with the she lost. She had put up a fight and this made her happy. Even Bra would admit this was very much unlike her, but the whole situation had temporarily changed her. It had made her realize things she normally wouldn't at her age. It made her grow up.

Satan grew a look of frustration. He was done with her. The man struck her in anger, this time ending her second journey to Friend or Foe.

Bra - DEAD. Wins Large or Medium Ship