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Have fun with part 3!

No. 3 - A bit of satisfaction and ingratitude

What is defeat? Nothing but education; nothing but the first step to something better.
Wendell Phillips

A faint grin crossed his face, then he traced a semicircle with his hands from bottom to top, creating an electrically charged mirror surface. The pressure wave bounced off her ineffectively and now raced towards the sender like a boomerang. However, this was no longer in a position to undertake a defensive movement in any way.Accordingly, she was hit hard and thrown several tens of meters through the air before she - already unconscious - collided with a rock.

At the same moment, hectic activity broke out among the Z warriors.

"Kuririn, Trunks, you look after the stranger. I'll take care of the guy," Son Goku distributed the tasks without further ado, while he followed every step of the dark aura. Almost sedately, this set out in the direction of his victim to bring the task set to him to an end.

"You're pretending to have something to say again! The wannabe muscle mountain is mine!" Vegeta ignored Son Goku's not very enthusiastic face, marched resolutely towards the opponent and positioned himself exactly between the two strangers.

Unwillingly, his counterpart looked from Vegeta to the stranger and back again. "Get out of the way, you are not my opponent."

Vegeta shrugged. "But you mine."

A diabolical grin suddenly went from ear to ear."And what do you want to be when you grow up? Protector of the weak and defenseless !?"

Vegeta only had a tired grimace for the tolerable attempt at provocation. "If you want to insult me, you should think of more than hackneyed phrases. The same goes for your fighting technique."

"Pah! My fighting strength is higher than yours!"

"It's possible," he shrugged again as if it didn't matter.

"As you like," hissed between two closed rows of teeth. "Don't be disappointed if I cut things short - I still have something urgent to do!"

Vegeta snorted disparagingly and even before his opponent could load a ki attack, he saw himself involved in a close combat. To everyone's surprise, the first hook broke cover and found its target.

The astonishment was probably greatest with the victim himself, although he had recovered from his horror in the next instant.And yet it wasn't fast enough, as it turned out. Vegeta fixed him with green eyes through his now golden aura and, thanks to another hole in the cover, placed a targeted kick on his left knee. A hollow, dry crack could be heard softly at the same time. Incredible horror showed in the face of his counterpart, which, however, was quickly replaced by raging pain. In almost slow motion he curled up over his broken knee and seemed to want to protect it that way. The Sayajin grimaced disparagingly and gave him a resounding slap in the face, which - completely without protection or resistance - threw him to the ground. Immediately he sat behind and stood over the stranger.

Vegeta aimed one hand at his heart while he took one last look around. Son Goku seemed to want to say something, but at the same moment Vegeta fired a football-sized ki-blast at his defenseless victim twice in a row.He didn't even bother to get a visual confirmation of his act, but looked at Son Goku. Either he hid his feelings very well or he had just expected the reaction.

This baka doesn't tell me again who I let live and who I don't! Not again! it echoed in Vegeta's head. A slight grin made its way onto his face. The fight had been boring, and only the result gave him some satisfaction. The small pile of dust at his feet was quickly caught in an icy gust of wind and scattered in all directions.

Her hand clenched into a fist before she relaxed again immediately and stroked her face. With a barely audible sound of pain and her eyes closed, she sat up. Thumb and forefinger massaged the bridge of her nose.

She failed! And she was still alive! The need to look this disgrace in the face was within her limits."I should have unpacked the fourfold," she muttered unwillingly.

Trunks eyes widened quite a bit: "How was that !?" She opened her eyes and only now seemed to really notice him.

He was kneeling right next to her and a whole armada of capsules had gathered at his feet. Obviously Trunks hadn't found who he was looking for yet.

For a few moments she just looked at him and seemed to be weighing different scenarios against each other in her mind.

Trunks was simply frozen.[i]Those eyes! He held his breath and seriously worried about his heart, which threatened to stand still. To simply describe these eyes in blue would have been an incredible understatement and would have been the hair-raising claim that the earth is flat. It was the clearest and strongest color that Trunks had ever seen and in it unfathomable depths and repellent cold combined. Only Kuririn's elbow between his ribs brought Trunks back to the present.An embarrassed smile appeared on his features.

The stranger decided to ignore him and got back to her feet. With an unwilling grumble, she brushed the dust off her clothes.

"You'd better take a rest, some of your injuries are pretty bad." Kuririn was seriously worried about her.

"What injuries ?!" she asked with a certain undertone. Her head was pounding, but she couldn't see any other problems. However, she suspected what the too small person meant. With a casual movement of the hand she stroked her temple, where only a tingly feeling had remained. Equally uninterested, the stranger noticed that there was fresh blood on her fingers. The tingling came in from a few other spots on her back, arms, and legs, but she didn't bother to control the healing process.

Trunks and Kuririn had their jaws dropped. Moments ago she was on the verge of bleeding to death!The deep wounds were simply no longer there, as if they had dissolved into thin air under the blood!

"Mmph!" The stranger just made and went to her laptop, which was just a few steps away. A slightly distorted desktop could be seen on the monitor. However, after she sat down and typed in a few commands, he stabilized again. In order to analyze the damage in more detail, she immediately carried out a short system check. The stranger was very well aware that the eyes of all those present were fixed on her and demanded an explanation.

She swung shut the laptop, which immediately thanked her for the unfriendly treatment with a suspicious creaking noise, and slipped it into her pocket. As she slowly straightened up, her angry tension spoke volumes.[i]There is no way I will get involved in a question and answer game, not after this humiliation!

"What was on:I'll fight the fight alone.so difficult to understand? Do I speak Japanese or what !? "she snapped at the bystanders. She could clearly see how all but one felt offended by their ingratitude.

"But you were helpless at the mercy of him!" Son Gohan started the first attempt at appeasement.

With a decidedly abrupt wave of her hand, she cut him off. "Yes and!?"

"He would definitely have killed you!"

"What you don't say! The variant would have been decidedly more pleasant than the current one!" "You cannot be a Saiyajin, we are the last of this race! (A / N: Like father, like son ... * g *) What are you? A cyborg?"

The stranger had to work hard not to throw a ki-blast in his face. "Once again for everyone who didn't notice it earlier." She growled and had only fixed her gaze on Trunks, who clearly wasn't.As if out of nowhere, she suddenly held a forearm-length, narrow dagger in her right hand. Without forgiving an expression, she cupped the double-sided cutting edge with her left hand and quickly pulled the dagger out of her fist. “As far as I know, cyborgs have no blood.” With these words, she opened her blood-streaked hand and the two gaping gashes were clearly visible. Five stunned faces stared at the stranger, apparently they hadn't expected this answer. Only behind Vegeta's expressionless face was something like appreciation.

Enough discussion for today, she thought, and extinguished her aura.

She exchanged a brief look with Son Goku: "You don't follow me! And that's not a request either!" Then the stranger was gone.