A Saiyan Alive
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,509
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not owm DragonBallZ, the Saiyans, or Frieza. I make no profit from this work of fanfiction.
You're Not My Master
*Falcon munches giant cookie* *takes out another cookie and looks for someone to share it with* *is alone, pouts and continues with the story* *Raddi steals the cookie*
Chapter Four: You're not my Master
Raddi woke to the sounds of many voices, clinking coins, rattling chains, and a few scattered sobs. She'd slept fitfully the night before, alert to every guard who passed, every captive shifting restlessly, and yet in spite of this she felt reasonably rested. Raddi cracked open an eye, then two, then she sat up. She allowed herself a smirk as she assessed her own power; even at only ¼ of her usual, it would be an easy task to take out the guards. She reveled momentarily at the feeling, a superior and more than slightly frightening expression crossing her features before she settled on a condescending smirk.
Now, to work. Raddi expertly concentrated her ki into one hand, brining her power to bear on the ring encircling her tail. It melted rather quickly, the ki-dampening components losing their grip, and Raddi felt her full power return. The only outward sign of her satisfaction, however, was a slight twitch of her mouth. 'Finally, back in business.'
About to blast the area to HFIL, Raddi's plans were interrupted by a slender, mint-skinned alien. She didn't recognize the race, but his power level was halfway decent at 730. He spoke accented Galactic Common.
"What might you be, wench?" His tone was arrogant and self-assured. He looked at her as if she was a piece of furniture, or a rug, to be examined for flaws and then walked on. Raddi glared.
"What's it to you, ***hole?" she returned, managing to look superior and aloof despite sitting cross-legged in a small metal cage. Taken aback, the alien sneered and blustered on.
"Do I need to get nasty?"
"Do I care what you play at?"
"Do you know who I am?!"
"Do you know I don't care?"
"Answer me, wench!"
Raddi inspected her nails in a bored manner. "Hm… no."
"Guard!" yelled the riled alien, "I wish to deal with this one… privately." His voice was tightly controlled.
"Yes, Master Yamu. I will bring it to the courtyard, sir." The guard bowed to the wealthy customer. Yamu nodded and left through the lounge door.
The guard turned to Raddi, who was smirking at Yamu's retreating back. He sweatdropped at the intimidating expression and pulled out his stun-gun, aiming for Raddi's shoulder while her back was turned. He fired.
Raddi let out a gasp as she collapsed to the floor.
Note: So what do you think of my first attempt at a cliffhanger? Feedback please? --Falcon
Chapter Four: You're not my Master
Raddi woke to the sounds of many voices, clinking coins, rattling chains, and a few scattered sobs. She'd slept fitfully the night before, alert to every guard who passed, every captive shifting restlessly, and yet in spite of this she felt reasonably rested. Raddi cracked open an eye, then two, then she sat up. She allowed herself a smirk as she assessed her own power; even at only ¼ of her usual, it would be an easy task to take out the guards. She reveled momentarily at the feeling, a superior and more than slightly frightening expression crossing her features before she settled on a condescending smirk.
Now, to work. Raddi expertly concentrated her ki into one hand, brining her power to bear on the ring encircling her tail. It melted rather quickly, the ki-dampening components losing their grip, and Raddi felt her full power return. The only outward sign of her satisfaction, however, was a slight twitch of her mouth. 'Finally, back in business.'
About to blast the area to HFIL, Raddi's plans were interrupted by a slender, mint-skinned alien. She didn't recognize the race, but his power level was halfway decent at 730. He spoke accented Galactic Common.
"What might you be, wench?" His tone was arrogant and self-assured. He looked at her as if she was a piece of furniture, or a rug, to be examined for flaws and then walked on. Raddi glared.
"What's it to you, ***hole?" she returned, managing to look superior and aloof despite sitting cross-legged in a small metal cage. Taken aback, the alien sneered and blustered on.
"Do I need to get nasty?"
"Do I care what you play at?"
"Do you know who I am?!"
"Do you know I don't care?"
"Answer me, wench!"
Raddi inspected her nails in a bored manner. "Hm… no."
"Guard!" yelled the riled alien, "I wish to deal with this one… privately." His voice was tightly controlled.
"Yes, Master Yamu. I will bring it to the courtyard, sir." The guard bowed to the wealthy customer. Yamu nodded and left through the lounge door.
The guard turned to Raddi, who was smirking at Yamu's retreating back. He sweatdropped at the intimidating expression and pulled out his stun-gun, aiming for Raddi's shoulder while her back was turned. He fired.
Raddi let out a gasp as she collapsed to the floor.
Note: So what do you think of my first attempt at a cliffhanger? Feedback please? --Falcon