Elimination Exit

[Bra]

The dazzling display of gunfire lit up the air as Bra fired upon Bardock, and Bardock fired upon Bra. The conflict was not a fight. No, such a term was too brutish for this. This was combat in it’s finest form. A graceful, tantalizing dance, treading the line between life and death, and, more importantly, the one between victory and obscurity.

Sadly, the golden haired princess must have faltered, and her super saiyan adversary managed to fire a shot mere fractions of a second before she would. The bullet, forged of incredibly powerful ki, slammed into her forehead, and immediately, all went silent.

The fight would rage on, but the young, aspiring champion would simply lay on the ground, her sapphire eyes frozen in an expression of shock. Of incredulousness. Her mouth just open enough for a captivating trickle of crimson to paint her ivory cheek.

The halfling awoke with a start. A doctor seemed to be inspecting her health, but Bra immediately pushed her away. The shove was somewhat harder than she had intended, though, and the doctor crashed into a filing cabinet before tumbling to the floor.

“Where am I?!” the daughter of Vegeta demanded, as a faint aura flickered and danced just around the girl’s slender frame.

“You’re in the debriefing area,” responded a medical assistant, who seemed oblivious to the abuse that Bra had delivered unto her doctor. “You were killed by the champion. And in the last fight, too! What an honor, you must be so-”

“What?!” the girl shrieked, cutting off the young man. “I was killed?! By that old son of a-!!”

The ground shook as Bra’s aura erupted into the room. Gold flames howled through the little office, toppling furniture and hurling papers about. The empress’ hair stiffened and separated into vicious spikes, and another explosion erupted from the petite warrior, finalizing her ascension.

Cracks appeared in the floor, and the paper-thin walls of the office blew out, hurling debris into other parts of the complex. The winds grew louder, and soon, the personnel within the building were being thrown about by the maelstrom.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Bra screamed as a pulse of energy rushed forth, disintegrating everything around her. She ignored the doctor’s screams as she was reduced to little more than a stain on the floor. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Bra’s eyes flared with a bright blue glow. “I was supposed to win!! Me!! Raditzu was supposed to die!! I was supposed to beat him!! I was supposed to win! This was my game! Not his! Not his dad’s!! MINE!!” dozens of guards were pouring from hallways in the distance, but the enraged halfling saw them.

Raising a single hand, Bra unleashed an enormous pillar of inky black, magical energy. But, just as she launched her attack, the officials had managed to teleport her, and her deadly assault, into the offices of a competing media company’s development complex. The beam rent the flesh from the bones of several dumbstruck office workers, and then thundered into the wall. The explosion was tremendous. A white flash consumed everything, and as it faded, a crater had replaced most of the sprawling complex.

Security personnel charged from the remnants of the building behind her, opening fire with a pathetic barrage of small arms’ fire. The bullets harmlessly slammed into the super saiyan, before bouncing off and tumbling to the floor.

Bra simply stared at the wall of security guards. Her wild-eyed, psychotic expression seemed to have frightened the guards, as they merely stood, weapons drawn, staring at her. That is, until the ceiling erupted over their heads and a column of black magic smashed into them from above.

The resulting detonation was even more devastating than the previous one had been, and it left the gigantic, concrete-reinforced building in ruins. Nothing remained. Smoke and fire danced all about the princess, whose malignant aura had turned an unnatural black. Somehow, she had remained a super saiyan, despite the disappearance of the form’s trademark flames of gold.

Finally, her hair turned blue and fell onto her shoulders, and the flames faded away. The blue glow shining from her eyes vanished, and Bra stood, alone, amongst the devastation she had wrought.

And somehow, it felt good. The halfling felt electrified, despite her loss, which burned on her mind like the hottest of coals. A new plan quickly formed in her mind. She would recruit anyone who survived the contest longer than she had, including the one who had dispatched her.

Though she was not the champion, she could yet instill fear within the changeling people if she was to recruit the champion, and the other two who had beaten her. In fact, the four best warriors the universe had to offer combined would be far more imposing than just a mere champion on his own.

Bra smiled. The genocide would go as planned, and she would yet subjugate Frost Planet #213. The princess was going to lead the armies of Vegeta-Sei into glorious battle, and she and the other three finalists would wreak armageddon upon the atrocious changeling race.

If any of the finalists would refuse... she would kill them. Exosus would make sure that none with opposing views would survive. But first, Bra had a score to settle.

If Burter wasn’t hiding, chances were good he was with Raditzu and his comrades. And the heiress owed her blue-scaled friend a broken arm, and a brutal whack to the back of the head. She smiled. “Let’s find out how you like it.”