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I like the sound of this guy!
Because if you count the movies, they use the dragonballs for other things EVERY YEAR since between when Vegeta came, and when he settles down to raise his kid.
Kaliflur and violet put their hands on Orin's shoulder. Kaliflur didn't look to sure about this. "You can't honestly get us all the way to the lab instantly, can you? That's impossible!"
Sure! Who'd start us off?
What do we do now? More training? Timeskip?
Kaliflur was feeling the same despair as Wolf. She did not know of the warrior that was coming, but she understood well enough. Her fears didn't matter, though. Dark Saiyans leave a trail of death, destruction, and dishonor wherever they go, and Kaliflur still had to both prove herself, and redeem herself. She didn't have the luxury of being allowed to be scared. It was on her honor as one of the last pureblooded Saiyans in the Galaxy, nay, the Universe, to prottect this planet with her life if she had to. It wasn't even a choice.
"We'll kill him first. There are more of us. That's got to count for something, right? Besides, we don't have any choice but to try."
"We'll kill him first. There are more of us. That's got to count for something, right? Besides, we don't have any choice but to try."
Can nobody actually hear what Violet's saying?
The fighting had stopped. She could sense it, but all three power levels were still there. It seemed that the Earthlings had some honor after all. Kaliflur was feeling confident enough in her strength to at least fly back to them. She hadn't seen the Dark Saiyan since he landed. The scouter would never pick him up, though now she could sense power levels, she wouldn't need it to find any of them. Good job, too. Her scouter had blown up under the strain of reading the incredible power on display today.
And now she was equal to them. Very soon she would be stronger.
She flew back towards the battleground.
Violet floated down, and took out her pack of capsules. She clicked one of them, and threw it to the ground near the crater. It was a large, white, semispherical cottage, with the Red Ribbon logo plastered on the roof.
"There's food water, medical supplies and beds inside," she said, her voice showing no strain nor shouting, yet amplified loud enough for all the fighters to hear it. "I assume you'll all need them after that performance."
She was still in awe of the power of all of these fighters. With training, will she become this strong? She did not know the limits of her chip. It was technology incredibly more advanced than Dr. Gero's or Dr. Flappe's.
Kaliflur landed near the crater. Everyone, especially Kaliflur, looked like hell. Everyone except the android. She had obviously not been fighting. Craven, though logical. What else could you expect from a machine?
The Saiyan girl would have said something, but she was too embarrased to speak. She had been shamed and overshadowed by every fighter here. More than that, she had fled the battle. She couldn't even look the Dark Saiyan in the eye.
And now she was equal to them. Very soon she would be stronger.
She flew back towards the battleground.
Violet floated down, and took out her pack of capsules. She clicked one of them, and threw it to the ground near the crater. It was a large, white, semispherical cottage, with the Red Ribbon logo plastered on the roof.
"There's food water, medical supplies and beds inside," she said, her voice showing no strain nor shouting, yet amplified loud enough for all the fighters to hear it. "I assume you'll all need them after that performance."
She was still in awe of the power of all of these fighters. With training, will she become this strong? She did not know the limits of her chip. It was technology incredibly more advanced than Dr. Gero's or Dr. Flappe's.
Kaliflur landed near the crater. Everyone, especially Kaliflur, looked like hell. Everyone except the android. She had obviously not been fighting. Craven, though logical. What else could you expect from a machine?
The Saiyan girl would have said something, but she was too embarrased to speak. She had been shamed and overshadowed by every fighter here. More than that, she had fled the battle. She couldn't even look the Dark Saiyan in the eye.
Ehhh, my characters are doing nothing and I'm not sure I want them to join in this fight anyway.
The Dark Saiyan was now involved in the melee. Any one of these fighters alone dwarfed her in terms of power level, but looking at the way they fought, they hadn't been trained in martial arts to anywhere near the degree that she had. Their moves, though so swift that if Violet's opticals didn't have the most accurate cameras of her era, she wouldn't even be able to see them, were actually predictable. After two minutes of watching, she had sussed out the styles and patterns of every single one of them, and despite the large gap in their power levels, could survive unmolested in a fight with a single combatant. She did not want to get involved unless she was attacked, though. She would be no match for two of them, and even if they were sparring for fun, with this much power, she could not survive two of them. She stayed where she was, floating in the air, arms folded.
She could feel her own power. If she had to put a number on it, somewhere between 250,000 and 300,000. Kaliflur had rested, though not yet recovered, she was training on her little island, slowly at first. She planted two hundred punches on a palm tree in under one second and then before the fruit of it that had been detached reached the ground, did three hundred laps of the island.
Just taking it slow and steady. She didn't want to over-exert herself and risk stinting her recovery.
She could feel her own power. If she had to put a number on it, somewhere between 250,000 and 300,000. Kaliflur had rested, though not yet recovered, she was training on her little island, slowly at first. She planted two hundred punches on a palm tree in under one second and then before the fruit of it that had been detached reached the ground, did three hundred laps of the island.
Just taking it slow and steady. She didn't want to over-exert herself and risk stinting her recovery.
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