Pride Rekindled: Chapter 11
This has been sitting int he drafts, ninety-nine percent finished for months. I figured I'd go ahead and add that last percent and post it for any of y'all who are interested. Unsure if I'll post more but there's always a possibility. Fire and Wind will update later tonight or early tomorrow morning.
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Space was both colder, and not nearly as cold as Papri imagined it would be. It was a deep chill that seeped down into her bones, but the lack of wind made it somehow bearable. Her cloak fluttered behind her as she flew through the endless darkness. Alongside her were several of her fellow slaves, around ten in total. All of them were unfamiliar to her, but she could tell they were at least somewhat strong, with the weakest of the bunch having a power level in the low five thousands.
Despite this, they all gave her a wide berth as they moved as a group towards the growing white dot in the distance. The hostile ship was approaching slowly, and from this distance, the Saiyan could see the telltale style of a standard PTO frigate. It was the Frieza Force, and they were ready for a fight.
‘Good.’ Papri's blood thrummed in her veins as she eyed the growing crowd of armored figures flying through the blackness towards the Vistri. There were at least fifty of them in total. They charged towards Papri’s group with loud war cries that rang through the false atmosphere around them, and several of the slaves around Papri shied away at the sheer number of them even as the Saiyan grew a large grin on her face.
“Why are there so many!?” One alien woman with bright red horns and hair yelled, fear blatant on her face. She clearly hadn't been expecting such a large force. None of them had.
“We can’t fight them all!” Another shouted.
“We’re all gonna die!”
Papri scowled at their fear, “Oh shut the hell up you pussies! Check your scouters, these guys are all weaklings! Only a couple of them could even damage the ship!”
It was true. Papri's scouter was giving her a general power scan in the low ten thousands. Spread out among that many aliens meant that it was unlikely any of them were overly impressive.
A Brench-seijin nearby looked at her like she was crazy, “And? There’s dozens of them and less than eleven of us! We can't fight them all at once.”
Papri’s face twisted in disgust at the cowardice on display, “Well guess what, they're coming to us either way. So either you can man the fuck up and die like actual warriors, or keep pissing yourselves in fear just cause your outnumbered.”
Papri flew further ahead of the pack, grinning as she gathered her energy, “I know which one I'm gonna choose. Follow me or don't, I'm more than happy to have all the fun.”
Papri shot towards the incoming horde without any hesitation, soaring towards them like a purple comet as her blood began to sing in her veins at the prospect of the battle soon to come. Her fellow slaves shouted warnings as she left behind and told her to stay with the ship, but she ignored them as she gathered ki in both of her palms, stopping a small distance away from her enemies who had noticed her approach.
“Look what we got here! Looks like one of them’s got a death wish!” One of them said with a sadistic smile as she held her hands in front of her. Another laughed.
“Then let's give it to her!”
Around fifteen of them had set their sights on her, each of them decked out in standard Frieza Force armor, outdated scouters and all. Papri’s sharp eyes even picked out a few arm cannons in the group, indicators of the weaklings in the group that couldn’t produce strong enough ki to actually matter. She aimed for the largest group of them first, catching sight of six of them mingling together as they hid alongside their stronger compatriots. They were first.
The ki in her hands grew to an incredible size, dwarfing her body twice over, before shrinking down in an instant, becoming a shining star in her palms. Her gathering energy clearly caught the attention of her enemies as she could see several of them raise their arms, preparing to fire at her to stop her. They were too late.
“Hell Crasher!”
Her glowing orb of ki zoomed forth, closing the distance between herself and the approaching group in mere moments. Shouts of surprise rang through the false atmosphere as several of them dodged the sparking ball of ki, tickling her ears as she waited for the attack to be in the correct position.
Her enemies were confused when she didn't follow up on her attack, before their confidence returned in full force as they realized that she missed and they began to fly towards her once more. Papri crossed her arms, utterly unconcerned with their numbers as she watched her attack get into position among the weakest of the pack.
She grinned, clenching a fist, “Bang.”
The ball of unstable ki detonated like a star going supernova, instantly expanding several times over and enveloping several of the unlucky bastards in its radius. Their screams were cut off by the destructive din of her energy, and everyone on the battlefield stopped to look back at the explosion with horror, never having expected that her attack could be anything but a straightforward assault and not a sneak attack behind their front-lines.
When the smoke cleared and the storm of energy died down, Papri smirked at what she saw. The people she had caught in her attack weren’t nearly as tough as Pumm had been. Instead of burnt limbs and unconscious bodies, all that was left over from her attack was a few pieces of blackened armor as their owners had been atomized entirely.
The soldiers around the blast stopped in their tracks, staring in horror at the smoking remains of their companions.
“Four in one shot.” They looked back at her as she spoke, “You guys are really weak, aren’t you?”
“W-what the hell was that?” One of the aliens cried as he stared at the corpses of his companions.
Papri slammed a fist into her palm, grinning ferally, “Eyes up, weaklings! I'm the one you have to worry about. I'm here to blow off some steam and you guys are gonna be my punching bags! Try and make it interesting for me, alright? I know you Frieze Force assholes are usually the bottom of the barrel but with this many of you, I think you can make it worth my while.”
“Traitorous scum!” One of them said, courage returning alongside his anger. He charged at her, quickly mimicked by his companions who followed close behind, “We'll teach you what happens when you go against Lord Frieza!”
“Your lord's a pompous prick who couldn't care less about any of you.” Papri laughed as she dodged the man's fist. She grabbed his arm and squeezed, shattering his bones with the barest effort and relishing his resulting screams, “After all, if he cared, he wouldn't have sent you to fight me.”
She reached up and grabbed the man's head, twisting it one hundred and eighty degrees as she snapped his neck with a sickening crunch. She kicked his corpse away before turning to send a blast of energy at the closest alien. Her attack exploded with a flash, sending smoke in every direction, and she rushed through it, slamming her elbow into another's face hard enough to break his jaw.
“Come on!” She laughed as she ducked underneath a kick and retaliated with an energy blast to the face, “I'm here for a good time! Come at me all at once and you might actually get somewhere!”
A skinny alien rushed at her quicker than the rest, throwing his fists at her face with dizzying speed. Papri blocked one and took the other to her face. It slammed into her nose like a thunderclap, ruffling her hair but not doing much else, and as the alien went to pull it back, she reached out and grabbed it. Pulling him close, she slammed her forehead into his face twice as hard as he had punched her, breaking bone and sending him soaring away as he clutched at his ruined features.
Arms wrapped around her own as someone attempted to get her into a full-nelson, but she escaped the hold with ease and flipped over him, kicking him away from her and sending him straight to the afterlife with a blast of energy that burned a hole through his chest. Two more flew around his corpse, their faces stuck in expressions of rictus anger as they approached her. One of them hung back as his friend flew forward, shooting two bright yellow disks of ki from his arm-mounted blaster.
Snorting contemptuously, Papri batted away the first with ease and sidestepped the second, dodging a charging kick from the first alien at the same time. As the man passed her by, he caught sight of the black tail waving in the air behind her and his eyes widened in horror, “Shit! She’s a Saiya–!”
Papri shut him up with a blast to the face. His headless corpse began to float away from her but she reached out, grabbing the front of his armor and tossing him back at his friend as she followed closely behind with a wild grin on her face.
The alien with the blaster caught his friend’s body automatically, looking down at the smoking corpse with horrified eyes before looking back up at Papri as the Saiyan’s fist literally knocked his own head from his shoulders.
“Now you're two of a kind!” Papri laughed, before raising a hand and turning them to dust with another wave of energy.
She looked around for more opponents, her entire body singing with bloodlust. She had forgotten this feeling, of being on the hunt for beings weaker than her. The inhabitants of Grinn had long since been eradicated by the time she got off of that planet, and mere beasts didn’t satiate her Saiyan lust for battle like a sentient being could.
She wanted more, and as her scouter picked out a power level fast approaching, she turned to meet it with relish. As she turned to face her new opponent fully however, she froze at what she saw.
He was mostly bald, with only the smallest tufts of hair sticking out of the side of his scalp, while a brown tail was wrapped tightly around his waist, unlike her own which was flowing freely with her battlelust. He was also extremely massive, at least seven feet tall and all muscle, and Papri was sure that she wouldn’t even come up to his pectorals if they were standing in front of one another.
A Saiyan! She realized, and her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. He flew towards her with a smile mirroring her own, bloodlust rampant within his black eyes, and as he reached her, he laughed loudly, pulling one massive arm back and shooting it directly at her face.
Papri tilted her head to the side, dodging the attack without even noticing as her joy completely disrupted her battle lust. His fist ruffled her hair as it passed her by and she reached up to catch the second fist he threw at her without even blinking, smiling excitedly.
“Hey, you’re a Saiyan!” She said excitedly, holding his massive fist in her small hand with ease. The Saiyan grunted, trying to pull away but Papri held fast, keeping him still, “I can’t believe it! You’re actually a Saiyan! I didn’t think I’d see another one ever again!”
The man looked her in the eyes and scowled, “Shut up and fight, brat!”
A bunch of aliens hovered around Papri and her fellow Saiyan as they turned around in mid-air. She shook her head, holding on tightly even as he tried to buck her off, “No way! I’ve got so many questions! I’ve been away from Planet Vegeta for so long and I only just now learned about what happened. Why did nobody stop Frieza from blowing the planet up? How many of us are left? I heard I’m the only female but that can’t be true, right? There’s got to be more!”
Papri’s questions came out one after the other, firing off so rapidly that it left the other Saiyan’s head spinning. He looked at her like she was insane, before his face shifted in anger and he redoubled his attempts to get her off of him. His arms, massive and hulking even when compared to her own muscled physique, bulged powerfully as he tried to break her hold, and Papri watched curiously as he slowly forced her arms apart with strained grunts.
Papri was confused at his actions. She knew that they were technically enemies, but they were both Saiyans. They could beat each other up afterwards!
As she prepared to ask him more questions, the massive man opened his mouth, yellow energy glowing in the back of his throat, and Papri only had time to widen her eyes before that energy was suddenly sent straight into her face. She screamed, more out of surprise at her sudden blindness than pain, and finally let go of him, floating backwards and clutching at her burning skin angrily.
“Nice job Butarega!” One of the onlookers shouted as he saw the girl who had been slaughtering them with ease get her comeuppance.
“Yeah! Show that Saiyan who’s boss!” Another agreed enthusiastically.
Butarega slowly drifted backwards, a wide smirk on his face as he watched Papri clutch at her face, before it immediately fell as the younger Saiyan pulled her hands away, revealing that, apart from some light burns and singed eyebrows, she was completely fine. And also extremely pissed off.
“That hurt you bastard!” Papri growled through the stinging burns on her face, “I was trying to have a conversation!”
Though he was surprised at the sheer lack of damage his attack had achieved, Butarega was not deterred. His fists clenched, and Papri watched as his power level raised into the low seven thousands with his anger. White sparks snapped around his armor, indications that he was pushing his body to its limit as he powered up.
“This is a fight to the death, girl! If you’re really a Saiyan, then shut your mouth and fight with all your strength!” He charged at her, a corona of white energy pulsing around him, and Papri drifted backwards slightly as the massive Saiyan flew towards her alongside several of his fellow soldiers who had regained their courage.
“What the hell are you talking about!?” Papri blocked his fist with her forearm, grunting as the force of the blow pushed her back, “Of course I'm a Saiyan! Look at me!”
“Then show me! A real Saiyan wouldn't waste time with talk! They would be enjoying this battle for all it’s worth!” He brought his hands up in a hammer blow, but Papri was gone before they came down again. She slugged him across the face hard enough to send him reeling backwards, and he spit out a glob of blood and a tooth, grinning widely as he did so. He charged forward with a roar, redoubling his efforts to cave her skull in and Papri growled as they exchanged blows.
Despite his size, the man wasn't a very good fighter, or maybe he just wasn't used to fighting someone that was both faster and stronger than him. He swung wildly at her, his massive fists seeking purchase on her body that they would never find. Papri on the other hand, was practically laying into him without even trying as she became more and more pissed off with his obstinance.
Blocking a punch, Papri twisted and kicked him in the side hard enough to crack his armor. Butarega shouted in pain as he was sent flying away from the force of the blow. Papri made to give chase, but was forced to abort her charge as the rest of the aliens finally decided that they were done just watching.
She held her arms up to block a kick aimed at the side of her head, before ducking to the side to avoid a beam of ki. Through the throng of approaching weaklings, she could just barely see her real opponent getting his bearing back, and she narrowed her eyes, powering up as she prepared to just charge through all of the other aliens to get to him.
A hand suddenly grabbed the back of her cloak, arresting all of her momentum and choking her out for a moment. Papri looked behind her with rage in her eyes and the bald alien who had stopped her only had a second to widen her his eyes before Papri slammed her knee into his chest, breaking his ribs and making him let go of her. She raised both of her hands, interlocking her fists and bringing them both down on his back, cracking his armor and sending him flying off into the coldness of space with a shattered spine.
The rest of her enemies apparently took their companion’s foolish actions as a sign to finally attack however, and Papri scowled as she looked around at the approaching aliens, before charging into the hoard with no fear whatsoever.
Soaring upwards, she thrust her fist through the skinny Frutian in front of her, punching a hole in his chest and killing him instantly. Without pulling her arm out, she splayed her fingers, releasing a wide blast of ki into the face of the woman who had frozen directly behind him. She didn’t even have time to scream before the energy disintegrated her armor and a good portion of her body. As her smoking remains floated away, Papri ripped her arm out of the Frutian and tossed him away as well, before whirling around to face the people that her scouter told her were approaching from behind.
A fist slammed into her face hard enough to actually hurt, and Papri snarled as she turned with the punch, spinning around to backhand the unlucky bastard who thought it would be a good idea to sneak attack her, breaking his jaw with a single blow.
As she raised a glowing hand to finish him off, she lurched forward as a ball of ki exploded against her back, singing her cloak and armor. Papri snarled, getting sick of this constant back and forth, and brought her arms tightly against her chest, gathering her energy and building it to a critical point.
“HAAAA!” With a shout, ki exploded out of her in a massive wave. It blasted from her body in all directions, deviating between neither friend nor foe as it slammed into the aliens surrounding her, sending the lucky ones flying away, while those who were not as strong were simply disintegrated by the incredibly potent energy.
As the smoke cleared, Papri was surrounded by the smoking bodies of nearly a dozen men and women, and their comrades retreated in horror as she took out so many of them in a single go. Papri looked around at them all, searching for her next opponent in the throng of fear-rudden aliens, only for her eyes to widen as her scouter warned her of a rising power level close by.
She turned around and was shocked to see a massive beam of energy screaming right towards her face. She dodged on instinct, ducking to the side as the ki beam passed through the space she had just been occupying and continued on its course…
Right towards the Vistri.
Cursing, Papri's energy flared brightly as she flew faster than she ever had before. Practically teleporting in front of the large ki beam, the young Saiyan reared a hand back and smacked it away with all of her strength. The beam bulged as her hand made contact, before it was sent soaring away into the coldness of space where it exploded massively. Others on the battlefield were sent flying away by the shockwave, but all it did was ruffle Papri’s hair as she stared at the person responsible for the attack with an angry expression.
Lowering his hands, Butarega panted slightly as his energy levels waned, but he kept up a brave face as he smirked at Papri, “So you managed to block that, huh? Maybe you're a real Saiyan after all! Now, let's see you do that again!”
Holding both of his hands above his head, Butarega’s power spiked once again. Papri watched as his power level steadily increased as an orange ball of energy manifested above his head, looking like some sort of miniature sun with how much ki was densely packed inside of its surface. He was putting everything he had into this attack, and if Papri was being honest, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to divert it far enough away that the explosion wouldn’t damage the ship.
Her fists clenched, glowing brightly with energy, before she raised a hand in his direction, “You idiot! Stop doing that!” She screamed angrily, trying to get him to abort his attack before she was left stranded out here.
It was a slow moving energy beam, something a Saiyan toddler should have been able to dodge. But for some reason Papri honestly couldn’t fathom, Butarega didn’t move. He just stood there, arms raised above his head like an idiot as he stared at the incoming attack with wide eyes, right before it smacked him dead in the middle of the armor.
Her energy ignored the armor like it wasn’t even there, searing right through his chest and out of his back. The ki in Butarega’s hands sputtered and died as most of his lifeforce left him in an instant, and Papri watched numbly as the other Saiyan looked down at himself in disbelief, before a massive gout of blood escaped from his mouth in a choked cough and his arms dropped back down to his sides.
“You’re pretty damn strong… kid.” He bared his bloody teeth, his voice barely a whisper, “Wish we had you… back then…”
As life left his eyes, Papri lowered her arm, watching with detached emotions as his body slowly floated away into the cold void. She slowly looked down at her band, clenching a fist as the glowing energy faded back into her body. She… hadn’t meant to do that.
“She killed Butarega!” Papri looked around her and noticed for the first time that she had been utterly surrounded. Nearly twenty soldiers loomed around her in every direction. Some of them looked fresh, while others that Papri hadn't seen before were sporting wounds from other fights. Looking past the throng of weaklings, Papri could see the bodies of her fellow slaves floating in the cold, dead and unmoving. She was the only one left.
Her enemies seemed to realize that too, as they were looking much more confident than they had when she had been running through their ranks like a saw through wheat.
“Looks like you're all alone, little girl.” One of them sneered as Papri's fists clenched, “What are you gonna do now? You're strong, but even you can't beat all of us at once!”
“I wonder how much Lord Frieza will pay us for bringing back a Saiyan's head!” Another shouted, “We'll definitely get promoted for this!”
“Lets hurry up and kill her already! I'm getting sick of floating out here!”
The crowd began to grow wilder as they threw taunts and insults at Papri who stood there motionless. In truth, their words barely registered in the Saiyan's head. Turbulent emotions swirled around her skull like a monstrous typhoon, and her energy began to boil underneath her skin as she realized what she had done. It swelled within her, bubbling up, before bursting forth in a wave of potent energy so strong that it blew those closest to her away.
“What the–!” The soldiers around her flinched as a corona of violent ki swirled around her, picking up her hair and cloak and causing them to sway as if she was in a powerful storm. Scouters flickered as her energy rose to its peak, and Papri put a hand to her head, gritting her teeth as her brain pounded inside of her skull.
The storm grew more violent, sparks of ki lashing out angrily at whatever was closest as her aura grew brighter and brighter.
“What the hell's going on!?” One of the soldiers shouted as waves of the Saiyan's power washed over them all. Papri's head snapped up at his voice, and the man flinched back at the deep, almost mindless rage in her eyes.
Papri opened her mouth, letting out a war cry that shook everyone present down to their very soul, before charging at the soldiers around her without fear.
And as she fell upon them, her aura blazing like a star in the night as her rage overwhelmed her, every single one of them realized that they would not live to see tomorrow.
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The airlock slid open with a loud hiss, and everyone nearby turned to watch as Papri walked out of the chamber with a detached scowl on her face. Her cloak dragged on the ground behind her, loosened from being grabbed one too many times, but she couldn’t be bothered to fix it right now.
The people in the hall gave her a wide berth as she stalked through the ship, making her way to her quarters to shower and change. Her body pulsed painfully with every step, and she knew she probably looked as bad as she felt right now, which was likely why the people she passed looked so shocked and afraid of her.
As if that was any different from any other day. Grabbing her right bicep, Papri jerked it upwards and back, forcing her shoulder back into its socket with a sickening crunch that made those around her flinch. She flexed her fingers, getting the feeling back into them, before reaching up to break off the remainder of her broken shoulder pad, tossing it to the ground uncaringly. Someone would clean it up.
The battle had taken a toll on her armor. Her spandex bodysuit was covered in tears and her armor wasn’t any better off, littered with chips and scorch marks from the attacks that she hadn’t managed to block or dodge. Her cloak was pretty much the only thing still completely intact; even her new scouter was sporting a large crack along its face.
Papri couldn't care less. The storm of emotion inside of her had only slightly settled from the battle. The deaths of two dozen Frieza Force soldiers had done little to make her feel any better, and she knew that it wouldn't take much to make her snap again.
Butarega’s bloody smile flashed in her vision and her energy spiked unconsciously, causing her scouter to beep. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she brought a hand up to the device, powering it on and beginning to recalibrate it.
The action soothed her slightly as all of her attention was taken up by making sure that the battle hadn't completely ruined the device. Unfortunately, it wouldn't last long.
As Papri worked on her scouter, she was so immersed in the task that she nearly ran into someone standing in the middle of the hallway, only avoiding them thanks to a last minute warning by the device on her face.
Papri looked up, and her lips thinned as she was met with Dessa’s smirking face. The green-skinned woman loomed over her, staring down at her with a malicious gaze as she took in the Saiyan's damaged attire.
“Well look at what we have here.” Dessa’s mocking tone made Papri's fists clenched, “I'm surprised you're still alive, Saiyan. You beasts really are like cockroaches, aren't you? Always surviving when you have no place to.”
“I'm not in the mood, Dessa.” Papri said warningly, doing her best to remain calm.
“When have I ever given a shit if you were in the mood or not?” The woman laughed, “Besides, I heard a juicy rumor that was too good not to confirm. Is it true that you found another shit- slinger out there? And you were the one who killed him?”
Papri froze and that was all the confirmation that Dessa needed. She laughed loudly, practically doubling over at the mere idea that Papri had killed another of her kind, “Oh that's rich! A handful of you bastards left and you managed to find and kill the only other Saiyan in the sector! It's almost too good to be true!”
“Shut up.” Papri hissed, but that only made Dessa laugh even harder, adding even more fire to the Saiyan’s already rampant anger, “I SAID SHUT UP!”
Papri punched Dessa in the face as hard as she could as her anger overwhelmed her. Her knuckles cracked and her bones creaked from the strain, but it actually knocked the woman back, knocking her on her ass.
As Papri panted, Dessa slowly sat up with an unreadable expression on her face. She stood and brought a hand to her lips, pulling it back to find her gloves wet with her own blood. She seemed surprised at the sight, and her eyes flicked up to Papri staring at the Saiyan who glared back angrily.
“You're a fool for underestimating me.” Papri growled as Dessa stared at the blood on her hand. Her power hummed around her, just shy of actually manifesting as it created waves in the air around her body, “You think you're invincible but I'm not like these other weaklings, and I'll be more than happy to show you what Saiyans are capable of if you don't shut your mouth right now!”
As Papri threatened the woman, a stray spark of energy escaped the Saiyan's tight knit control, leaping off of her body and lashing out against the ground, leaving a scorch mark in the steel. Her collar beeped and Papri froze, before closing her eyes and trying her best to calm down before it activated.
Dessa stared at the pint-sized Saiyan, watching as she closed her eyes and forcibly reigned in her out of control energy. A deep purple aura leaked out of her skin, a testament to the energy running rampant just under the surface.
As the glow began to fade away, Dessa glanced down at her glove again, taking in the wet stain soiling the white spandex, and frowned deeply.
“That was a pretty good shot, I'll admit.” She said as she flared her ki, incinerating the blood in a flare of aqua energy, “But it wasn't anything too impressive.”
The woman smirked, crossing her arms as Papri’s eyes snapped open at her words, “What? Did you think anything you could possibly put out can actually hurt me? That was just a love tap. I've taken harder hits than that running into a doorframe.”
“Care for another one then?” Papri shot back angrily.
“Sure, but if you really want to fight me, then there aren't gonna be any collars. I'm not gonna lose my chance of ridding the universe of one of you savages because of this damn thing.” Dessa tugged on her collar which beeped loudly, “Once we both get these off, then we can go at it. Until then, we're just gonna have to be satisfied with this.”
Dessa's arm shot forward slamming into Papri's gut. The Saiyan's eyes bulged out of her skull and bile shot out of her mouth as she fell to her knees, clutching her abdomen as Dessa pulled her fist away.
“That was cathartic as hell.” The woman said, watching as the Saiyan writhed on the floor.
Papri's jaw clicked as she grit her teeth, staring up at the woman with animalistic rage in her eyes “You…”
Dessa ignored her completely, walking past the Saiyan who was trembling with rage, “As much as I want to put you in the ground right now, I actually have other shit to do. When you manage to walk again, do us all a favor and go take a shower before you stink up the whole ship. Just because you fling shit doesn't mean you have to smell like it too.”
Dessa walked away, wounded but triumphant as she left the stewing Saiyan in her wake. Papri glared after her as she slowly rose to her feet, tasting blood and bile on her tongue. She spat, staining the floor at her feet, before turning and stalking off back to her quarters.
She had been looking forward to that battle, but now all she had to remember it was the viscera on her armor and a pit of bile bubbling in her stomach.
The doors to her quarters opened with a loud hiss, granting her entrance, and she glared daggers at the only other occupant until they got the message and vacated the room, leaving her alone.
As the door shut behind her, Papri began to strip in the middle of the room, throwing her broken armor and sweaty spandex suit in a pile in the middle of the floor. Her scouter and Bot’s chip were placed carefully in a small alcove underneath her bunk, before Papri disappeared into the shower to scrub the blood of her fellow Saiyan off of her skin.