A Sayians Bond

Dark clouds flooded the sky as Zephyra stood at the gates to Lucilius' castle. At the top of the stairs stood Lucilius. Between them stood at least five hundred soldiers in the large courtyard. Their weapons were drawn, ready to defend their king.

Zephyra shook her head, disappointed. "So few of you. I feel insulted."

"Perhaps," Aloysius began as he casually lay on a rooftop near Zephyra with one arm resting under his head and the other laid over his stomach. He had one leg propped up slightly. Accompanying his black clothing was his own dark armor. Over his right shoulder was a black and silver shoulder guard with complex designs molded into it. The shoulder guard came down slightly, covering the right side of his chest. "They feel you are only dangerous to unsuspecting people and no good at face to face combat."

Zephyra turned her gaze to him laying on the roof top. The armor came half way down his bicep. It covered his right forearm, leaving his elbow free to move at he pleased. His long red hair moved slightly with the light breeze from the approaching storm as did the loose fabric of his clothing.

Zephyra pressed her eyebrows together and raised her hand directly out in front of her after she turned her eyes back to the soldiers. Before they had the time to react, she shot a large blast from the palm of her gloved hand which tore down the middle of the men. Instantly, at least three quarters of them were abolished.

Angered, the men moved forward, ready to take her out. The first man to come up to her had his gun snatched from his hand by the barrel. She swung the gun around and slammed the butt of the gun square into the side of his head with force enough to shatter his skull and drop him to the ground.

As the first mans body fell, she lifted the gun over her shoulder and threw it at another. It spun in the air until the barrel drove itself through the chest of it's target not five feet from her. Before he had the chance to fall, Zephyra darted forward and slammed the bottom of her foot into the end of the gun. The gun penetrated deeper into him as his body flew back and into another man behind him. The barrel of the gun speared into the chest of the second man as both their bodies dropped dead.

She continued through them. One came a little too close and ended up with the side of her fist plowed into the side of his neck, shattering the bones. They were weaker than she thought they'd be. She'd realized she had clearly overestimated them.

Aloysius watched closely from the roof as she continued to tear through the men effortlessly. He wondered what she'd be capable of against a stronger enemy. He knew he'd have fun when it was finally his turn. The idea of a challenge excited him greatly.

As the last man dropped to the ground, Zephyra turned her eyes to Lucilius. Her eyebrows pressed together hard in anger as she began to walk up the steps towards him. With each step she grew a little bit more hungry with the desire to end his life.

"You killed my family," she told him as she slipped her gloves off her hands and dropped them to the ground.

"A small price to pay for the right to own such a beautiful planet," he answered.

Without warning she lunged forward, wrapping her bare hand around his throat and sending him to the ground. She dropped to one knee beside him as she glared into his shocked eyes. Slowly, she began to squeeze.

"They would have shared this planet with you peacefully!" She squeezed a little tighter. "They didn't even have an army to defend themselves! That's how peaceful they were! And you killed them all!"

He began to gasp for air as the last words he would speak came out. "Aloysius, kill her!"

An audible pop came from under her hand as his windpipe snapped in her grasp. Destroying any chance for him to get any precious air. But still, she squeezed, tighter and tighter, watching his eyes begin to fade.

As she continued to squeeze, her fingers began to dig into the flesh of his neck, spilling his blood onto her hand. The tighter she grabbed his neck, the more damage she did. After a moment her fingers had dug into his neck so deeply that blood began to pour into his windpipe, making a sickening gurgling sound.

Even after he'd slipped into the after life, she continued her brutal assault on his neck. Squeezing tighter and pressing down, she turned all the contents of his throat into mush in her hand. With her hand now in a tight fist, she held it down hard, shattering his spine beneath it.

She breathed heavily as she finally began to stand, pulling her bloodied fist from the kings ravaged neck. As her hand came out of where there once was a healthy neck, the remains made a sickening squishing sound.

Blood dripped from her twitching fingertips as she finished raising to a standing position. She looked down on her kill, proud of what she'd done. Blood still pooled from his neck and his eyes were lifeless as stone.

A loud boom followed by a sharp pain in her right shoulder caught her off guard. Vegeta would be furious if he knew. She turned her head in time to see a dying soldier drop his gun as his body went limp.

She turned back around and looked down at her shoulder. The bullet went clean through her shoulder and partially into the stone wall of the castle in front of her. Now her own blood dripped down her arm and off her fingertips along with the blood of Lucilius on her hand.