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| NOT EVEN YOU |
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The purple-skinned girl stepped out of the wreck, an angry look on her
face. The crash had sent pieces of the ship flying over a radius of
several hundred yards, and while it might not be impossible to repair the
damage - well, reassemble the ship, more like - the girl did not have the
necessary skill.
Luckily, she had chosen to - ahem - *land* in an unpopulated area.
"<Ridiculously low gravitation,>" she muttered. "<Landing thrusters
must've miscalculated.>"
She touched a finger to her sharply pointed nose, scanning for Ki. "Ah.
That must be them." Determined, the girl jumped off, leaping in a way
that would have made a kangaroo envious.
^_^
Gokuu, Goten, Kuririn, #18 and Marron were eating breakfast peacefully,
or (in the first two cases) hurriedly throwing down food, when suddenly,
one of the kitchen windows broke as a purple girl of decidedly extra-
terrestial origin jumped in.
Goten stared at her in shock.
"Oh, hiya, Rakya," his father said, unfazed.
Kuririn muttered something about his poor house.
Rakya looked determinedly at the father and son. "<You will come with
me, now!>" she barked.
Goten sighed.
Having recovered from her initial surprise, Marron whispered to him,
"Who's that?"
"Some stupid alien girl from a backwater planet pop and I visited while
we were off training," he explained. "She seems to want me for a" - he
shuddered - "mate."
The girl fumed, eyes glowing with anger. "Don't you *dare* insult my
people!"
They stared at her in shock.
She snickered, pointing to a device near her right ear. "I'm using a
translator. I'm not stupid. Now, Son Goten, I challenge you to a fight,
this time tomorrow outside this house. If I win, you will come with me!"
Having said that, she jumped off again, this time taking a path straight
through the roof, to Kuririn's dismay.
"Better see what she's up to," Goten noted, taking off a short distance
behind the girl, and a curious Marron followed him.
^_^
Halfway towards her ship, in the outskirts of Satan City, Rakya
encountered a large, pointy-eared green man, wearing a turban and a heavy
cloak, blocking the road. She wouldn't have cared particularly, if he
hadn't been staring furiously at her.
"Hey you," Piccolo sneered. "I'm not going to allow any alien spies on
*my* planet." He confidently adopted a fighting stance. The girl couldn't
even fly.
While requiring extreme control of the body, flying is still just a
mental trick. Jumping requires a lot of raw muscle power. Rakya looked at
him disdainfully and adopted a similar stance.
Both fighters struck out immediately with right hooks. The alien girl
took the blow on the chin, being pushed only a few inches and not
shifting her stance noticeably, but the Namekian, surprised by the force
of the blow, got knocked several feet away.
Not waiting for him to recover, Rakya jumped after, fists ahead. The
punches went out with amazing speed, and it looked like she had suddenly
gained four or five new arms as she connected innoumerable strikes to his
chest before slowing down and finishing off with a fierce, high
roundhouse kick.
The speed meant she had to sacrifice some power, and while battered,
Piccolo still stood, grabbing the kick before it connected and throwing
the girl off balance.
While she flipped to her feet, he had time to collect some energy in
his outstretched palm and let it flare as soon as she had risen.
When the burst of energy disappeared, Piccolo saw the remains of what
was once a paved city street - and no purple-skinned alien girl. He
looked up just in time to see Rakya descending quickly, the forces of
gravity adding to the impact as she struck down with both her hands,
knocking the already badly bruised Namekian unconscious.
^_^
At lunch that day, Marron sat down at Goten's table. "Who *was* that
girl?" she asked.
"Well," Goten explained, "Pop and I were on a planet with extremely
high gravitation, Shiruy, I think - training of course. We got along
pretty well with the local people, they didn't seem to mind tourists." He
frowned. "Not until we accidently managed to intrude in one of their most
sacred religious places. After that they insisted I fought their
princess, supposedly also one of their most dangerous fighters. Of
course, being a weak outsider, I was expected to lose."
He grinned. "I didn't, which made them change their minds. They decided
I'd make great breeding stock for the royal family. We refused, but they
insisted, and had an army at their disposal, so we decided to leave the
planet at that point - though Pop, of course, insisted it was good
training."
Goten shrugged. "I beat her once, I can do it again."
At that point, Bra, who had been listening, couldn't stand it any more.
What if this alien girl would hurt her Goten-sama? She jumped at the
sitting boy from behind, hugging tight, dropping the "special lunch" she
had brought. Her eyes were near tear.
"Not ... here ..." Goten managed to choke out, being slowly suffocated.
From a nearby table, Trunks was watching, through thin eyes. He took a
potatoe in right hand, weighing it carefully. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY
SISTER?" he shouted furiously, as the projectile left the hand, flew
through the air, and smashed into Goten's forehead, splattering all over
the table.
"FOOD FIGHT!" someone shouted, and chaos ensued.
^_^
In heaven, Piccolo was trying to talk to the current God of Chikyuu.
"Some evil, horrible alien has come to earth!" he said. "She's
increbly powerful! We must fuse!"
"Ano... Piccolo... There's no need..." Dende tried.
"WHAT!?" the other Namekian shouted disbelievingly. "YOU JUST WANT TO
WATCH WHILE THE PLANET IS BEING INVADED?"
"Ano..."
Muttering angrily, Piccolo stomped off.
^_^
When Rakya arrived at the house next morning, she and Goten weren't the
only ones present. Thanks to rumours spreading at school, Gokuu talking
to his other old friends, and god knows what else, quite a lot of people
had shown up.
Not only was Vegita and his family, Tenshinhan, Yamucha and some other
of the gang there, so was a big crowd of people - and a TV crew reporting
live.
Goten was waiting eagerly. Not that he cared much for all the
attention ... err ... OK, perhaps he did, but still, a fight was a always
a fight. He won last time, but Rakya had proven to be a challenging
opponent, and in this regard, he was a lot more like his father than his
brother had ever been.
Space had been left on the street outside the house - quite a lot of
it, in fact - most of the people present had seen members of this family
fight before. Kuririn looked quite thankful over the fact that they
wouldn't be fighting in his back yard as the two teenagers stepped out
unto the field of battle, facing each other, Goten in his usual low
stance, his now golden blond hair standing upright.
The girl was the first to act, leaping over Goten's head and then
throwing a quick kick from behind, but he had no problem following and
sidestepped, lashing out with a fist that connected Rakya's left side.
She didn't show any reaction to the blow, instead sending Goten flying
backwards with a fierce uppercut that he didn't manage to intercept, and
lept after, throwing a front-kick to the boy's gut while he was still in
the air.
Landing a couple of yards away from her, Goten quickly jumped to his
feet. _Damn,_ he thought, _Can't use any energy attacks, I'd risk hitting
the spectators._
The alien obviously had no such moral qualms, as a sphere of energy
several feet wide grew almost instantaneously from her drawn-back palms,
and a wide white ray shot out towards Goten, who wasn't able to jump out
of harm's way fast enough, getting most of his right side badly burned.
The crowd, luckily, did manage to avoid and no-one was hurt - much.
Before the beam faded away, it struck a nearby residence, partially
collapsing the house.
^_^
"Shouldn't we help him?" Kuririn asked, concerned.
"It's his fight," Gokuu answered, as he had done before. "It would be
wrong to interfere."
^_^
The short man wasn't the only one worrying. "Daddy!" Bra exclaimed.
"We've gotta help him!"
"Nah," Vegita told her. "Maybe she'll beat some sense into that brat."
_Daddy's strange sometimes,_ the little girl thought.
^_^
As soon as the blast had disappeared, Rakya jumped close, ready to
unleash the flurry of blows, but Goten, having fought her before,
recognized the pattern, and quickly struck out with a kick to her gut,
then followed up by punching her nose as she was thrown slightly off-
balance.
Deciding he could take the risk up close like this, he quickly gathered
a small amount of energy in his right hand, threw it into her chest with
a shout of "Ha!", then gathering energy again, repeating the process
several times before the dazed girl managed to throw a fierce punch with
her left hand, impacting his left chin heavily.
Goten spat out some blood but didn't flinch, grabbing both Rakya's arms
and throwing her into the nearest wall - which, he would later realise,
was the front of Kuririn's house.
^_^
Videl, Gohan and Mr. Satan was watching the fight on television.
"That seems like a fine young man," Satan commented, stroking his chin.
"Maybe he'd make a fine match for my granddaughter?"
"Daddy," Videl said tiredly, "he's her uncle."
"I knew that," her father huffed defensively.
^_^
Despite ten years of training Goten, hadn't learned to do it the right
way, which was perhaps lucky. "KAMEKAMEHA!"
As soon as Rakya jumped out of the wall, which had been totally
devastated, she was met by an energy blast she had no chance to avoid.
Blown back, almost into the house again, she sunk to the ground, barely
remaining conscious.
She realised she had lost again. _Well,_ she thought grimly, as she
wearily rose to her feet again, _if I can't have him..._ The last traces
of energy started subtly gathering inside her skull as she chanted
quietly in an ancient language, uncommon even on her planet. "<Spirits
of fire, assemble for the dance...>"
With a flash, Dende suddenly appeared before them.
"Not so fast, young girl," he said.
Rakya, losing her concentration, looked at the short Namekian
derisively. "Who are you, little man?"
"I'm God," he said proudly, "but you can call me Dende."
While he'd matured physically in the past ten years, he stilled looked
just a bit too young, especially compared to the tall, imposing Piccolo,
whose ass the girl had recently kicked.
The Shiruy-jin gods were all of the fierce-warrior-type.
"God?" Rakya said as she looked him over once more, and decided to fall
to the ground, laughing her ass off.
_I hate this,_ Dende thought, sighing. "Look," he said, "leave him, and
all of us, alone, and we promise to repair your ship so you can go home
again."
^_^
"Don't tell me I didn't warn you," Piccolo muttered as the ship took
off. "You'll regret this when their armada returns here." No-one
listened.
"So," #18 said, adressing Bulma, "you managed to repair the ship?"
"Yeah." She nodded proudly. "I fixed the landing thrusters, too. They
were set ridiculously high."
^_^
Rakya stepped out of the wreck, muttering something about revenge and
incompetent humans.
^_^
The next morning, a big poster was posted on the wall next to the
school entrance. "Satan High Yearly Baking Competition," it announced.
^_^
AUTHOR'S NOTES
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No, Marron does *not* cook toxic waste. This is some of the Ranma-
concepts applied to Dragonball, not a fusion. Or perhaps is.
I suspect it's said somewhere that warrior-type Namekians can fuse only
with other warriors, but that's just the sort of thing Toriyama-sensei
himself would happily ignore. Maybe Piccolo is speaking of some other
type of fusion they've figured out? You'll never know. ^^
Before you complain about the school thing, let my remind you that while
I know nothing about the educational system in this world, neither do
you. Besides, Bra might well be clever enough to skip a year.
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