(Two days later)
Somewhere in the outermost regions of the universe, far out of reach of the planet earth and the Milky Way galaxy, there floated a portion of space taken straight out of a sci-fi film. Out here, a vast collection of galaxies of all shapes and sizes were gathered, from spiral and elliptical masses to irregular and peculiar formations, all of which were orbiting an enormous nebula millions of times larger than any other in existence. The arrangement of cloud, dust and gas was simply massive, almost resembling the 'Pillars of Creation' segment of the Eagle Nebula, making this part of the universe a one of a kind.
It was so crowded with stars and galaxies that it made it impossible to sense life forces or energy signatures, no matter how hard one focused. This made it an ideal hiding place.
It was around here, floating on the very precipice of this region, where all of the galaxies and the freak quasar sat in plain sight, there floated a lone planet. Heavily resembling the earth, the planet had a cloud of green gas surrounding it with multiple spiral arms protruding from the wafting mass. Since the planetoid itself was sitting in the center of the cloud ring, it gave the world an overall galaxy like appearance. There were also a couple of moons orbiting it, illustrating the kind of gravitational pull it had amidst the clusters of galaxies.
Moving in through the debris and satellites, a breathable atmosphere encircled the world, providing shelter and home to an abundance of wildlife from all across the quadrant. Furthermore, over the lush, forest covered surface that would put the planet Pandora itself to shame, at the northernmost pole of the globe, sat an enormous castle.
Fantastical in its design, this structure towered over the dozens of mountains, plateaus and lakes surrounding it, with the castle itself having a very mountainous-like appearance. Various pillars and bridges made up its exterior, which had an abundance of plant-life growing on it, with the very center building being made of black metal, molded into a skyscraper befitting the home of an emperor.
At the very top of the castle that was as big as a small city was the throne room. An open air, wide and circular room with the king's seat elevated on a platform in the very center of the floor space, a series of pillars were set up around the perimeter to hold up the roof, all of which had very royal, artistic qualities to them. The circular balcony giving a superb view of the world beyond the railings, there was also a tasteful skylight on the ceiling, bringing light to the middle of the chamber.
Over at the front of the room, which also served as the control center for the entire castle, past the stone table and towards the perimeter balcony, the entrance to a private terrace with its own spring was built. The silk drapes pulled back and tied to the support pillars of the archway, two figures could be seen out on this sky rise patio.
Standing by the entrance at attention like a glorified sentry/butler, an old Namekian with dark green skin and yellow patches, dressed in red and white robes, and wearing a white turban, had taken up guard duty at the archway with a towel draped over his arm. His eyes directed ahead of him, he seemed completely ignorant of the two birds that fluttered down from the nearby tree to roost on his shoulder.
The other figure, appearing as nothing but a silhouette against the backdrop of the fantastical, forest covered horizon and the steam lifting out of the hot spring in front of them, was currently standing in a shallow pool underneath a hot waterfall, naked as the day they were born. From the Namekian's position, no other details could be made out due to the hot mist hanging around them.
However, that was soon to change when, in another part of the chamber, a section of floor opened up and a collection of figures rose into view. Transported by the elevator, their arrival was quickly acknowledged by the Namekian guard, who turned towards the figure bathing under the waterfall.
"Cal has returned…" the Namekian spoke in a rough voice, before his eyes narrowed, "With guests."
It was his last words that had the figure's head turn.
Amidst the approaching footsteps, grunting and struggling could be heard, as three figures walked out of the shadows and into the light pouring in through the archway. Once they emerged from the darkness, two aliens; one a tall, bald, purple-skinned figure and another short, blue alien with a big black nose, both dressed in specially designed, green and black armor of the Planet Trade Organization, were forced into the spotlight with their hands tied behind them by an eight-foot tall warrior dressed in black, figure-hugging plated armor and wearing a smooth helmet with a red, V-shaped visor.
The heavy footsteps of the tall, armored figure echoed throughout the room before he stopped at the steps and forced the two men onto their knees, both of them beaten to a pulp and bleeding from various wounds.
Considering the imposing form of their captor, the pair obviously never stood a chance.
"Gah! Where the hell are we?" the purple-skinned alien spoke, coughing up blood all over the floor. "D-Damn it."
"What kind of bullshit… is this?" the blue alien also choked out, trying his best to look up through the searing pain he was in.
Before their questions could be answered, another floor section opened up nearby and three more figures rose up from the floor. Stepping off of the platform the instant it stopped, a young female warrior with long, spiky brown hedgehog-like hair, with brown skin, and adorned in a dark blue, one-piece spandex uniform cut to show off her ample cleavage, wearing white gloves and boots with yellow tips on the ends, strolled towards the archway.
The two men kneeling on the ground saw her glance their way and, after receiving a hard glare from her, watched as she walked over to one of the arch's pillars and leant up against it. It was here she folded her arms and went on to continue staring at them with unpleasantness reflected in her gaze.
This then led to the group's captives looking across at the other two figures, who also stepped into view shortly afterwards.
"Hey, Cal. I heard you just came back a few minutes ago. Did you run into any trouble while you were out?" the voice of a female spoke up, before a tall, humanoid woman with short brown hair, and wearing red-rimmed glasses, a similar blue one-piece spandex suit, with dark, flexible, figure-hugging Saiyan armor decorated with shoulder and hip pauldrons, stepped into the light. While she did appear fully human at first, the two prisoners then noticed she had an extra pair of cat ears protruding from her hair and a long brown feline tail with a white tip waving behind her, illustrating her delight.
Chewing on a toothpick, the woman glanced down at the two beaten-up soldiers and grinned, "Oh. I'll take that as a no."
The moment she spoke, the second person standing behind her waddled forward. When he did, the two prisoners spotted a large, nine-foot tall, very rotund balloon man with completely white skin, two black eyes and cat ears, shuffle into view. Making a 'squishy' sound with every step he took, the inflated person stopped directly behind his partner and, after inspecting the pair, turned to the cat woman inquisitively.
"Beep."
The humanoid feline alien chuckled in response, "No, Mobi. You don't need to waste your energy healing these guys. They're just Frieza's scum."
"Beep."
"You won't have to look at them for too long. I'm sure her highness will make an example of them soon enough," the tall warrior continued.
Growling at the woman's brash words, the purple-skinned alien snapped heatedly in her direction, "When I get out of this, I swear I'm going to kill all of you!"
Cat ears twitching, the tall, shapely woman snorted, "Yeah. I'm sure you will." She then showed the man her shoulder and stuck her nose into the air conceitedly. "If Cal was able to beat you two single-handedly, then you two knuckleheads don't stand a chance against the four of us… let alone our leader."
The hunched over, blue man with the swollen eye blinked when he caught onto that last part. "And who exactly… is your leader?"
"There's only one true leader that we obey… and that is our Lord Frieza!" the purple alien shouted vehemently, before turning to glare at the towering, armored man behind him. So far, besides throwing them to the floor, the guy now identified as Cal had done nothing to shut them up and was continuing to stand there like a statue. "He is the undisputed ruler… of all of space… and the most powerful being in the universe! No warrior… can compare to his magnificence!"
"Oh. I seriously doubt that."
A new voice. But this one didn't come from the people who'd just entered the room.
Looking ahead, the two men on the ground saw the figure standing underneath the waterfall outside wave off their hair and turn around. Easily recognizing the shapely silhouette belonging to a woman, they watched the female stroll out from under the cascading stream and saunter up the stairs. Taking the towel held out to her by the Namekian guard, they then watched her dry off her hair and wrap in around her body, securing it tightly.
By the time she stopped in front of them, dripping wet, the two soldiers saw exactly who it was that was addressing them.
The voice and apparent leader of the group was a slender young, humanoid woman around eighteen years old, with tanned, smooth skin, a shapely, fit body, and had long, shoulder-length black hair that grew down behind her with two long bangs hanging on either side of her head. Even though she was dripping wet and only wearing a towel, it didn't at all detract from her imposing image. In fact, from the way she stood over them, with her sharp, beautiful eyes fixed on them in a glare, and her form outlined by the mountains and cosmos behind her, she definitely possessed the air of a ruler.
The amount of killing intent she was giving off also added to her intensity.
It was almost suffocating just how much there was.
Once she was certain she'd gotten their attention, the woman placed her hands on her hips and fixed the two prisoners with the most potent death stare they'd ever encountered. "Sorbet and Tagoma I presume; elite soldiers of the Planet Trade Organization formerly under Frieza's rule and the two men responsible for butchering over ten billion people on several different planets."
Shaking themselves out of their respective dazes, the purple skinned soldier named Tagoma gritted his teeth and sneered at the woman, "Yeah? What does that matter to you, bitch?"
The raven haired warrior spared the elite a careless glance, before then deciding to address both of them at the same time. "Nothing, really. I simply wish to acquire information from the two of you regarding the death of your former master. Seeing as how the entire Ginyu Force was destroyed as well as the rest of Frieza's family several years ago, you two are my next best option."
The blue Sorbet spat to the side in disgust, "Like we'd ever tell you anything."
A careless shrug came from the young interrogator, "While it's true I'm not the most persuasive person in the universe, I do have my methods." She then craned her head a little towards the prisoners and threw them an inquisitive look. "That of course all depends on how cooperative you two are going to be."
Tagoma smirked, blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth, "Do your worst."
The woman with the cat features standing off to the side raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Ooh. This one knows how to play hard ball."
Expression unchanging, the raven haired interrogator glanced up at the armored man standing behind the two. As soon as her eyes met his, the dark warrior stepped forward and punched both across their faces, causing them to splatter blood across the tiled floor. When the two were done spluttering and seeing stars, they looked back towards their toweled questioner to see her raise her head.
"Are you going to cooperate now?"
Sorbet glared hatefully at the woman, "Why the… hell… do you want to learn about… Lord Frieza's death?"
A grunt from the boss immediately followed the question, "Simple. Because not too long ago, your beloved master and former intergalactic emperor destroyed my home planet and wiped out my entire race." The moment she answered their inquiry, the pair kneeling in front of her then saw something wiggle out from behind her and, upon focusing on it, their eyes widened in disbelief.
It was a tail… and a very distinct one at that.
"Y-You're…" Sorbet began, swallowing hard, "You're a Saiyan?"
"Bingo," the woman replied, allowing her furry appendage to curl around her waist protectively while she continued to address the prisoners. "And I'm not the only one. My subordinate Maya over there…" She nodded to the other visitor to the room leaning against the archway, "She's a Saiyan too." When all eyes turned to the dark skinned warrior, they saw the brown, furry belt unravel and wave in the air beside her.
It was a sight that had the two warriors gawk for several seconds, before looks of hatred and disgust filled their faces.
"You monkey scum…" Tagoma growled.
"You dare raise a hand against Lord Frieza's elite!" Sorbet immediately followed up, before snarling at the towel clad woman, "Filthy, backwater garbage! A weak race like yours isn't fit to be in the same room as us! You should be thanking Lord Frieza for letting your people live for as long as they did-ACK!" The man was silenced when the woman's tail suddenly came around and slapped him across the face, smacking his head to the side and knocking a couple of teeth out. Stunned and bleeding even more, the blue man turned back around to stare up at the now even more pissed off hostess. "Y-You dare…"
"Yes. I dare," the raven haired lord replied while her tail waved in the air in front of her. Upon seeing the men sneer, she lifted her nose at them, "And let me tell you this… if you believe that my race is weak, you're sadly mistaken. The proof is standing right in front of you."
"Please," Tagoma said with a smirk quickly returning to his face, "If you didn't have your big, bad bodyguard here… the two of us would be able to destroy you single-handedly…"
Eyes flickering momentarily at the challenge, the raven haired woman stared at them unnervingly for several long seconds. After looking both of them in the eyes, she then glanced up at the armored man in black armor.
At first the two prisoners thought they were going to get hit again, and the other people standing around the room, Maya included, believed their leader was going to turn them loose and beat them into the ground. But just when it seemed like something exciting was going to happen, the towering Cal pulled out two scouters from behind him, a classic blue one and a full visor version, and slipped them on their respective owners.
Still bound and confused by what was happening, the two battered aliens then looked up to see the towel clad woman nod towards them. "Those are the current model power scanners used by your branch of the Planet Trade Organization, yes?" She then gestured to their equipment, "Go ahead. Take a quick peak if you like."
The two elites frowning suspiciously, they then nudged their scouters with their shoulders and activated them. A series of beeping sounds rang out when their fiber glass trackers locked onto the woman in front of them and a series of numbers came up. When it was done processing, the two men simultaneously smirked.
In a way, they were satisfied.
"Power level: ten?" Tagoma chuckled.
"Pathetic. Just what you'd expect from a monkey," Sorbet also spoke in a mocking tone.
It was then the two soldiers were silenced by the smile that formed on the girl's face. As soon as she caught their attention, the towel clad warrior stepped back a little and lowered her head, causing a sinister shadow to cast over her eyes.
"Check again," she said, before closing her eyes and exhaling deeply.
Her actions confused her audience members. But when the two Planet Trade soldiers saw currents of electricity suddenly shoot up her body and crackle off of her, they instantly knew something was up.
Sweating a bit when a couple of bolts shot right past their heads, the pair's scouters lit up on their own accord. Paying close attention to the numbers that flickered past, their eyes then widened considerably at the readings that flashed into view seconds later. By the time their visors finished crunching the digits, both of them were sweating bullets.
Jaw dropping, Sorbet choked, "I-Impossible…"
"A hundred and twenty million?" Tagoma exclaimed, unable to believe what he was seeing. "Th-That's Lord Frieza's maximum!"
Smiles formed on the faces of the people standing around the room. This went double for the woman standing before her stunned captives, "And that's only fifty percent of my base power level." It was then the raven haired girl grunted and a white aura suddenly exploded off of her like a flame. This caused the scouters the two soldiers were wearing to go haywire, before they overloaded and exploded, causing their users to wince when the parts scattered across the tiled floor. Upon seeing them go off, the glowing woman frowned and allowed her aura to fade. "Hm. I'm disappointed. It seems that your current models can only go up to two hundred million. What a shame."
Snarling angrily, Sorbet snapped, "I-It's a trick! You… You must have tampered with our scouters somehow! Yeah! That's it!"
"There's no way a Saiyan's power level can ever get that high! Not in a million years!" Tagoma followed up with just as much fury.
The group leader chuckled at their babbling, "Oh. I assure you, it can." She then gave the pair a very foul looking smile that had the duo pull back fearfully. "Because you see… I'm not an ordinary Saiyan. Neither is my friend over there. The two of us have long since ascended beyond the limitations of our race's capabilities and after years of adapting and surviving in the harshest environments imaginable, have tapped into a higher level of power that hasn't been seen for thousands of years." Her eyes flickered devilishly the moment she finished her brief tirade. "Have you ever heard of the legend of the Super Saiyan?"
Tagoma and Sorbet's eyes widened.
"Wait… you don't mean…" the latter choked out.
"Allow me to demonstrate." Sparing them one last smile, the raven haired woman's expression then darkened as she took a step back. As soon as she did so, her face scrunched up into one of concentration and bolts of electricity started to run up her body. The two hostages and the others standing around her then proceeded to watch silently as the ground began to shake and a radioactive, golden glow started to waft off of the girl's damp body. A loud rumbling echoing out as the castle proceeded to be shaken off of its foundations, the intensity of the atmosphere was swiftly amplified when, in a blinding flash of light, a golden aura exploded around the woman and engulfed her completely. Her hair spiked up and turned blonde, and her eyes flashed teal.
Her transformation was marked by a powerful gust of wind that washed over the two captives. While both of them appeared stricken with terror, the woman's lieutenants merely looked on with either interest or indifference.
A hologram of a scouter appearing over her left eye and beginning to flicker with lights, Kure glanced down at the numbers that appeared and smiled, "300,000,000 riki… not bad. It's even greater than last time." She then looked across at the two gawking warriors, whose attention quickly snapped towards her when they heard the number. "Or, according to the scouters used by Frieza and Cooler's armies, that's approximately 12,000,000,000 on the imperial scale."
The ever jittery Sorbet was flabbergasted, "What? Y-You've gotta be kidding me…"
As her aura warped around her, the powered up leader spoke while her expression remained stone cold serious, "This golden aura is the defining trait of the Saiyan of legend; the most powerful warrior in the universe and the very form that was once thought to be a mere myth. But as you can see… after experiencing much pain and hardship… I've crossed the threshold and gained mastery over this awesome power." She allowed her words to sink into their prisoners. Then, after several seconds had past, a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "But… even this form has been surpassed."
"Huh?" Tagoma and Sorbet looked at her in bewilderment.
The second they did so, the Saiyan leader removed her hands from her hips and, clenching her fists, powered up a second time. Much like her first transformation, this one produced a shockwave that blasted the two prisoners in the face and shook the ground. In an instant, her aura intensified and became sharper, and was accompanied by streams of blue electricity running up and down her body. On top of her increased bio-field, her hair stood on end, literally defying gravity, and spiked up towards the sky, leaving her two side bangs hanging on either side of her face. Her expression becoming more defined and serious, the woman's eyes also turned a dark turquoise.
As soon as she finished powering up, the glowing female continued to hold her stance. Remarkably enough, despite the amount of energy bellowing off of her, the towel she had wrapped around her remained modestly fastened to her body.
"W-What the hell," Sorbet exclaimed, unable to comprehend what was going on.
Even though they couldn't sense power levels, they could literally feel how much more powerful the woman had become from the way the atmosphere intensified. The amount of energy she was giving up was literally palpable.
The Saiyan leader's glare tightened as soon as her transformation was complete, "This is a level of Super Saiyan that has ascended beyond that of a Super Saiyan." Currents of electricity zapping off of her, the super-powered woman smiled, "Or, as my subordinate Kure likes to call it, a Super Saiyan 2."
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