She ignored the warnings, that the Namekian she was about to face was a dangerous and powerful opponent. That running away would guarantee her survival, and staying would endanger her life. Tulip had her reasons for fighting in such a dumb game; there was a wish at the end she had to obtain. Hopping off the sidelines towards the tiny planet, she felt the gravity shift sideways.
So they've found a way to create a miniature planet with its own gravity. That'll make things interesting. Slamming into the small planet, Tulip could feel the weight of her body more than triple. It was clear the Vargas valued the strength of the mid-rankers highly, and increased the gravity accordingly. Rising to her feet, she looked up in time to see her opponent. A Namekian wearing the tattered gi of the Mazoku Clan, he exuded arrogance and a type of superiority that made the woman smile inside.
A man like that will have plenty of openings to exploit. “Let the match between U15 Tulip and U11 Tabu commen-” No sooner had the young Saiyan made the announcement that the Namekian shot forward, body lengthening to enhance his already fast speed. Throwing a fist towards the woman, he brought his palm close to his chest. Tulip blocked the fist and felt herself slide backwards from the impact. This warrior had the strength to support his claims. Slamming her own feet down in an attempt to gain traction, the woman's eyes widened in shock as the metallic surface merely shrugged aside the force. The Namekian suddenly closed the distance as his fist grabbed her jacket, thrusting his open palm towards the woman's face. It glowed with dark energy, as the Namekian shouted a huge kiai and sent a blinding flash of black energy through the air. It completely engulfed the woman, obscuring her from view. His fist was pulled free of the mass of energy, clutching a tattered piece of her jacket. A cloud of ashes filled the air, presumably the woman he'd just destroyed down to her cells. Turning towards the crowds watching, he thrust his arms into the air and shouted.
“Bring one, bring all! The Mazoku Dominion will rule the entire Multiverse, with my father as the ruler taking his rightful place upon the throne! There's nothing you can do besides delay the inevitable resul-”
His words were cut off, as a single, gleaming line shot from the ashes. A tattered hand stretched from the cloud of the dust, which dispersed in a whirlwind of amassing ki. The woman was still standing, breathing roughly from the sudden flash of energy. A silver shield crumbled to pieces at her side as it struck the ground. The Namekian reached a hand up to his cheek, touching the blood dripping from the cut he'd received. His body suddenly began bulking, as his voice rose into a angered roar. “You'll pay for your arrogance, woman!”
“I'm done with this.”
The woman's voice was soft, making the Namekian pause. His gaze met hers, and a chill ran through his body. He'd seen that look only in his nightmares and on the face of the man he respected most. She didn't see him as an opponent, a fighter, or even a monster. All she saw was an obstacle, something that needed simply moved to carry on. With a roar of rage, the Namekian began thrusting his hands to either side. Golden orbs began materializing throughout the area, surrounding the small planet in crackling orbs of death. Grasping one arm with his hand, he slammed his open palm into a fist and shouted.
“HELLZONE GRENADE!”
All of the orbs shot inwards, bombarding the woman from all sides. The entire planet was obscured by the golden flash, as the energy amassed exploded in a dazzling flash of intense destruction. Letting his hands fall, the Namekian grinned. His enemy was gone! She had surely perished under the power of the greatest technique his Clan had created.
“The power of that technique is to crush any foe who tries to flee its wrath.”
His eyes widened in shock, as a figure strolled forward out of the dust and ruined ground his attack had created. The woman was wearing black armor, and her blonde hair was crackling with visible lightning. Clutched in one hand was a sword of black, also crackling with energy.
“It wasn't designed to crush someone who faces it head-on.”
“Th-THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!” Thrusting his hands forward, the Namekian began firing dozens of ki blasts at the woman. Stepping forward into the broken, fragmented metal ground, the woman spun her entire body. Her sword flashed through the air, carving intricate arcs of black and blue through the air, as she cut down the incoming ki blasts. Slicing the final, powerful blast in half, the woman slammed her foot into the ground. This time the metal parted, caving around her armored foot, as she put all of her strength into her forward lung.
“It is...and this is the final curtain call.” Throwing the sword with all of her might, the weapon carved a path through the metal underfoot as it shot through the air towards the Namekian. His eyes widened in shock, as he prepared to be impaled by the weapon. But the weapon stopped inches from his chest, as the woman in armor suddenly closed the distance in the blink of an eye. Spinning the sword around with an expert flick of her wrist, the armored hybrid slammed the hilt into his stomach with enough force to send a ripple of wind through the crowd seated hundreds of feet away. Catching his body before he flew out of bounds with a chain, the woman slung his body down into the metal planet at their feet. Strolling forward, her armor began dissolving piece by piece as all of her energy began focusing into the sword in her hand. Stopping over his coughing body, the woman angled the blade towards his neck and whispered. “Forfeit or die; either way, I'll win.”
His trembling hands closed into fists, as his mind scrambled to find some way to change the current situation. Coming up blank, the man looked up at the woman and muttered. “I'd rather die than forfeit to Saiyan scum like you.”
“Fine.” Releasing the blade she held, a single gesture down sent dozens of blades that had been hovering thousands of feet above soaring down to pierce the body of the Namekian. His pained screams echoed through the arena, as the blades held his body off the ground. He was still breathing, barely, as the woman turned away from his body. With another gesture, all the blades shattered and let him fall to the ground. Her hand shook, as the Namekian's immobile body brought back memories of the horrifying things she'd done, bringing a tremble to her hands. Dispelling it, she turned away and headed towards her original position. The match was over, and left a sour taste in the woman's mouth.
Match One, Tulip wins! Capper Hofferson
