Day Two: Early Morning

[Zangya]

Night was slowly waning over the group—as they left the forest, they could see the sun peeking over the horizon. The quartet walked in step, Aero and Bojack in the front, with Celipa and Zangya following close behind. Up ahead, Aero and Bojack had become fast friends, complaining about the two women’s interpretation of their previous conversation. Celipa and Zangya continued to giggle as they listened in, and Aero continued to turn around and scold them on their thoughts.

The landscape was covered with hills. That brought back bad memories to Zangya, a person who had faced much pain and injury because of her choice to attempt to scout out people. Of course, the other cause of this injury was standing right beside her. The two women stopped to gaze at their surroundings, smiling as memories rushed back to them.

“You want to climb that hill, Zangya?” Celipa joked. Zangya smiled, looking playfully at her former opponent. The endless banter was hilarious; it never ceased to amaze Zangya what she had been missing. For a year, she’d lived in darkness, associating with undesirable people like the Horsemen—and now, here she was, standing here with true friends, friends whom she could depend on to stand by her throughout the competition.

“Hey, you don’t have the shotgun now,” Zangya said. She skipped up to the top of the hill, and mirrored her former stance. She spotted Aero and Bojack as they halted their step to turn around and look, but, like last year, refrained from seeing Celipa—the woman skipped up the hill after her, and at the sound of this noise, Zangya pantomimed pointing a ki pistol that she didn’t have at the opponent and shooting.

Celipa dived behind a nearby boulder, pretending to load a non-existent shotgun. The saiyan girl looked out, aimed, and fired, but Zangya was too quick. She dodged the invisible bullet and watched as Celipa came and knocked her back with the shotgun. She stepped back, but was welcomed by an unseen shot to the head, and thus tumbled down the hill in the exact same style as last year. She got up, relatively unharmed, except for the dirt that had stained her clothes, and beckoned Celipa down the hill, and to rejoin the group.

Bojack and Aero simply applauded the girls’ reenactment. That was when Zangya spotted it, and whispered in Zangya’s ear what she was about to go after. Celipa nodded, and the two got into running stances, as if they were about to race. But there was one problem—the path they were set to take was about to plow straight through the two men! Aero jumped out of the way, but Bojack just looked bewildered, which was exactly what the two dames wanted.

They blasted straight into the male Ader, and quickly wrestled him to the ground. Celipa had him pinned to the ground while Zangya reached for the artifact that she had been looking for—the SURVIVAL BAG!

She and Celipa pulled the black duffle bag aside, rifling through it for whatever rations he may have kept over the past day. Those two were hungry, and even Celipa had to admit that her rabbit stew hadn’t been too tasty. Quickly, they each found a rather sizeable loaf of bread and bit down into it. Within seconds, the loaves of bread in their hands had disappeared, and the two princesses had moved on to the more liquefied contents of Bojack’s survival bag—the water. They each drank a full canteen, and then, finally, were satisfied. Bojack, on the other hand, was fuming.

“Hey,” Zangya noted, “You’ve got enough food and water left for one more day!”