(Back in West City)
In the large baseball stadium that was the home of the world renowned West City Taitans, the entire team could be seen going through their morning practice. With one half of the team out on the oval, positioned strategically across the pitch and filling up the green, the other half was observing comfortably from the dugout, watching as the rest of their compatriots played it out under the watchful eye and direction of the coach.
Having been out there for the past couple of hours, the entire team was looking forward to a prompt finish and a good lunch. The only one who was still showing he had juice left to burn was Yamcha who, sitting on the practice mound, was taking his time test-swinging three bats between his hands. After determining which one was the most reliable, the scar-faced martial artist nodded, chucked away the other two bats, and made his way over to home base. "Oh yeah. It's Yamcha's time to shine!" Here, the young man took a moment to test the ground beneath his feet and adjust his footing, before then settling into a comfortable stance. He then grinned across at the pitcher standing on the mound directly in his line of sight. "Bring it on, Mark!"
"Batter up!" the ref shouted across the stadium.
"Alright boys. Let's do this," the catcher also yelled excitedly, slamming his hand into his mitt and crouching low behind the human warrior. "Come on!"
Yamcha grinned, watching and waiting with anticipation as the pitcher brought his throwing arm up and took a deep breath. The guy seemed determined and, judging from his pose, was ready to throw a fast one. But just as the Z-fighter was priming a swing to intercept, he suddenly heard the sounds of distant explosions and felt the ground beneath him tremble. It was this unexpected anomaly that had the scar-faced man look at the ground before then turning his gaze towards the sky in confusion.
Apparently the other players felt the tremor too and, as the sounds of rumbling started to grow louder, everyone quickly fell out of their stances and positions. At first wondering what the heck these distant noises were and figuring they belonged to an earthquake, the group of ball players on the field were suddenly startled out of their wits when one of the floodlights surrounding the stadium exploded, and a black object was sent plummeting into the center of the field.
The figure collided with the oval with colossal force, causing a pillar of dust and rubble to shoot into the air, and a cloud of debris to wash over the field. While the terrified players scattered, Yamcha quickly dropped his bat and rushed forward, his eyes and attention fixed squarely on the disturbance. His approach of the crash site had a couple of his other teammates follow in his footsteps, which then led to them gathering around a large crater that was still belching out smoke and dust.
When the cloud eventually faded, Yamcha and the rest of the Taitan crew saw an armored figure, dressed in all black, with a shredded cape and a cat-like tail, rise up out of the hole. It didn't escape any of their notice that the person was incredibly tall and had a very womanly figure, which led most of them to believe that there was a girl hiding underneath all that metal plating.
Their suspicions were proven correct moments later when, realizing that her helmet was obstructing her view, the kneeling traveler reached up, disengaged the locks and ripped it off with a gasp. As soon as her head was free, the glasses wearing Kure looked down at her protective headgear with a frown. "Damn it! Maya was right. I can't see or sense shit in this thing." She then looked up when she realized people were standing around her.
The moment her eyes landed on Yamcha, who was standing just a few feet away from her, the two warriors blinked in momentary surprise. Their gazes meeting, the pair then proceeded to stare at one another for several seconds in silence. In that time, not only did the human martial artist give a quiet gasp of astonishment, the woman in armor felt the equivalent to an electric current suddenly shoot through her body and a force comparable to a punch hit her square in the chest.
It wasn't a literal blow of course. For some strange reason though, Kure felt her heart begin to beat even faster, and an exhilarating, pleasant warmth rush through her entire body. Though she had no idea exactly what this delightful sensation was, she figured it had something to do with the scar-faced man she was now looking at and admiring. The sight of him staring back at her with that innocent expression and clueless eyes had the traveler from another planet gulp nervously and utter the only thing that she could think of.
"H-Hello?"
Reeling back a little at hearing the woman's silky voice, Yamcha took a deep breath of his own and smiled back in a friendly manner. "H-Hey there?" he answered with a wave. Obviously he had no idea what the heck was going on, but with such a gorgeous looking woman sitting right in front of him, he just didn't care. The least he could do was be civil, even if his face was starting to feel a little red. "What's up?"
"Oh. Not much. Just… enjoying the scenery, nya," Kure responded cheerily, only to slap her hand over her mouth when she realized what she'd just said.
Staring blankly at the woman, the baseball players scattered around the oval, Yamcha included, could only think one thing…
"Did she just say 'nya'?"
After replaying the scene several times in their heads and seeing the shade of scarlet appear on the female's cheeks, they quickly realized that she did… and it was adorable.
Noticing the strange beauty was staring at him with her hand over her mouth, Yamcha quickly threw the armored traveler a charming grin. When he laughed, he watched as Kure lowered her head and, despite the obvious embarrassment reflected in her gaze, smiled back at the martial artist. However, before the pair could continue their awkward string of dialogue, the human fighter's gaze suddenly snapped upwards and, reacting in alarm, he dove for the woman with a yell. "LOOK OUT!" Grabbing her up, Yamcha then leapt out of the way just in time to avoid a ki blast striking the very spot the woman had been lying in, which detonated with terrifying force.
Skidding to a stop several yards away from the explosion, the man looked back to see the flames and smoke gushing out of the crater fade, before then turning to the armored female in his arms. Ignoring the weight of the woman's frame, as her suit was absurdly heavy, the scar-faced fighter smiled warmly.
"Are you alright?"
Blinking as she stared up at the man in the baseball uniform, the woman's cat-like ears twitched, before a fond smile framed her face. "Y-Yes. Thank you."
"Oi! Moron!" the gruff voice of Vegeta suddenly echoed down from above, drawing the pair's gazes towards the sky to see the Saiyan Prince, his son, and his wife clad in a mechanical suit, hovering in the sky above them. It didn't escape Yamcha's notice that the one who was addressing him was incredibly pissed and had his hand extended in a threatening manner. "Care to explain to me what the hell you think you're doing down there?"
Initially befuddled by the man's question, the scar-faced fighter then frowned and shot the man a foul glare, "What am I doing?" He then pointed up at the Saiyan. "You're the ones flying around and firing energy blasts into crowds and stadiums! Are you fucking kidding me, bro?! You guys could've hurt someone!" It was his yell of outrage that earned a look of curiosity from the interstellar visitor in his arm, who couldn't help but admire the man's spirit and good heart.
While her husband balked, Bulma, manually retracting the shield of her helmet so that she could see, floated down on her suit's thrusters and glared down at her ex. "Yamcha, you meathead!" She then pointed at their target. "That woman you're holding in your arms is an enemy! She and several others warriors came here on a mobile alien planet and are now attacking our friends as we speak!"
After processing the news at a turtle's pace, Yamcha continued to stare up at the blue haired woman for five whole seconds, before the realization of the situation finally clicked. "Seriously?"
Trunks, floating next to his mother, looked at the adult as if he'd grown a second head. "You didn't know?"
Rolling his eyes, Vegeta then fixed his best glare on the human he deemed the weakest of their group and growled, "For the love of… are you dense?! Can't you sense the other battles going on across the planet?" The prince then pointed towards the East, where the human fighter on the ground quickly followed. "Gohan, his girlfriend and the rest of the group are all fighting a bunch of God-knows-what and you're just running around playing stupid games with your pathetic baseball friends!"
"Well excuse mefor trying to live a normal, human life outside of fighting, your majesty!" Yamcha shouted back sarcastically. "Though this may come as a shock to you, but not all of us can be super-powered, alien monsters who train twenty-four seven!" After giving the trio a harsh, irritated glare, he then turned to the woman in his arms and grinned sheepishly. "I'm… really sorry about that. Some of my friends can be a real pain sometimes."
Kure, hearing and sensing the earnestness in his tone, waved off his apology with a grin, "That's alright. I know the feeling well enough from hanging out with my friends." And she meant that sincerely.
Then, after sharing one last smile with each other, the cat woman leapt out of the man's arms in a blur of movement and sprang across the oval, at the same time Yamcha back flipped to a safe distance. It was almost as if a trigger had been pulled, setting the two fighters into immediate action and prompting them to assume their respective positions on the field.
Landing several yards across the stadium, the human fighter then watched as the armored female he'd saved rematerialized on the same pitch across from him, standing on all fours with her eyes fixed on both him and the other group hovering in the sky above her. When the trio in the air saw their target relocate, Vegeta, Trunks and Bulma took up defensive poses and prepared for combat.
Following their lead, Yamcha grabbed his baseball top and ripped it off, leaving him in only his pants, cleats, white singlet, and cap. Looking incredibly cool in this particular ensemble, the man slid into his signature Wolf Fang fighting stance and set his sights squarely on his attractive foe. Though he was obviously taken with the woman's appearance and innocent charm, because she was identified as an enemy, the man was forced to drop all chivalry and focus on fulfilling his duty.
Tail whipping about behind her eagerly, the woman with the glasses once again smiled as her eyes and senses darted between her opponents. Once she saw all of them were ready for a fight, she then licked her lips playfully.
"Sandra… if you don't hurry up and get down here soon, things are going to get even more out of hand…"
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(Thousands of Miles Away)
Across the sprawling metropolis of Central City, most of the entire population was just now tuning into the events that were taking place along the western parts of the continent. With news of the alien world appearing above theirs currently flooding all television and internet channels, it was only a matter of time before something big went down.
Clearly, no one was paying any attention to the super-powered warriors fighting it out in the small town to the East or the capital city to the West. However, that veil of ignorance that'd been unceremoniously draped over the entire population was to be broken soon enough, as a few minutes after Yamcha had joined Bulma and the others in their battle with their alien quarry, two new figures suddenly appeared.
Floating down from the sky to land atop the spire of King Koku's castle, draped in a long white cape that completely covered her slender form and wearing a scouter with a hologram screen on her right ear, the leader of the intergalactic group, Sandra, fixed her gaze upon the sprawling megacity before her. Moving to the edge of the wide platform of the golden tower so as to get a better view, she was soon joined by her longtime friend and mechanical companion San, the giant, multi-legged tank taking up position directly alongside her and moving to survey the countryside just as she did.
While the two scanned the horizon, a series of silver, spherical objects the size of baseballs and resembling training probes, hovered down from the clouds to orbit their station. It was when these two-dozen identical devices formed up around the tower that the tourists and security on the ground finally took notice of them. The King's royal guards, who were also on duty with the officers, were quick to radio in reinforcements. However, despite their superiority in numbers and efficiency in responding, the well-dressed men in rifles had no idea what to do about the two figures now standing at the top of the monarch's tower.
Honestly, next to the King Piccolo and Kana incidents that'd occurred years before, this was the first time any of them had had to deal with a woman and some giant, robot spider-thing, using the King's place of residence as a lookout.
While the soldiers in the courtyard scurried about and the groups of tourists began snapping pictures of the pair with their cameras, San quickly glanced across at her boss and spoke with an inquisitive tone. "So… what's the next step, Empress?"
Sandra, cracking a smile as her scouter located each of the enormous power levels registering on the planet, flung back her cape and steadily raised her right hand. "Maya, Cal and Kure have successfully made contact with two possible targets, and are now trying to fend off the other high power levels that are accompanying them. Based on the information they were able to send us, it's safe to say that all of these individuals are part of the same group and have been living peacefully on this planet for the past several years." Turning her gaze towards the sky, the raven haired beauty's eyes then twinkled with mischief and excitement. "Now that we've gotten their attention, it's time to bring them in."
Processing the teenager's words quickly, the giant robot nodded energetically and chirped in a lively voice, "Understood."
Upon clenching her extended hand, the calm and collected Sandra then jabbed her arm towards the sky and, grunting effortlessly, powered up to maximum. Her white aura jumped around her in a flash of blinding light and, with a current of blue electricity running up and down her frame, fired a supercharged bolt straight up into the sky. The expulsion of energy not only caused a series of loud thunder claps, the move also parted the clouds and caused the people gathered in the courtyard below to cry out in terror.
Despite the sheer intensity of the woman's aura and her amazing display of power, San simply stood in place with her feet locked and her body lowered, as the harsh winds generated by the female Saiyan distorted the planet's weather patterns and atmosphere.
To accompany this sudden blast of energy into the sky, Sandra's energy levels skyrocketed…
XXX
Krillin, Tien, Android 18 and Chiaotzu were finding it rather odd that no matter how many hits they managed to land on their opponent or how many times they blasted him out of the sky, the burly fighter would simply get back up and return their shots with an aggressive barrage of his own. Despite his hulking frame and massive size, not only was the robot deceptively quick, he was damnably strong and durable to boot, as his armor pretty much deflected almost everything the group threw at him.
This wasn't even counting the number of tricks and weaponry the armor was also hiding. Besides the energy blasts it was able to discharge from its shoulder plates, the robot also had smoke grenades that it used to mask its movements, nano-machine rockets that it fired from missile pods concealed underneath its plating, and various other projectile weaponry that it was able to use with great effect. Even though it spent most of its time avoiding direct combat with the team, the automaton was still outrageously skilled at using the devices it had on hand to keep its persistent attackers at bay.
Determined to knock it out of the fight for good, the four warriors tried one last time to corner it, smashing it towards the ocean and firing blasts at its head. However, after unsuccessfully trying for the fifth time in a row to smack the big fighter into the water, the Z-fighters suddenly stopped when they felt an enormous power level drift in on the wind and, all at once, snapped their gazes towards the horizon.
Krillin, with a noticeable bruise on his cheek, blinked in shock. "W-Whoa. Do you guys… feel that?"
Through the sweat trickling down his face, Chiaotzu gave a nervous nod, "Y-Yeah."
"That power level… it's massive," Tien whispered. Though he'd felt his share of ridiculous energy signatures in the past, this one struck the human as odd because it felt awfully familiar to him. Phantom pains in his arm and body took the man back several years into the past, to the time Vegeta and Nappa first arrived on earth…
Noticing his four attackers were distracted, Mobi quickly looked to see what had suddenly caught the group's attention. When his helmet's scouter lit up, the robot quickly realized that the enormous energy signature they were sensing was coming from none other than his leader and comrade. Upon registering to the glowing blip on his radar and the information that followed, the robot floating above the ocean acted without a moment's hesitation.
"Beep."
Target locked, the robot fired up its thrusters and took off towards the horizon like a rocket. After its form broke through the sound barrier with a loud clap of air and sent a blast of wind hurling in all directions, the group of human warriors hovering over the sea quickly gave pursuit.
"Let's go!" Android 18 shouted, before shooting off after their retreating foe.
"Right!" Krillin yelled back, his white aura bursting around him as he followed after her.
In a matter of seconds, the four Z-fighters left a series of vapor trails across the sky in pursuit of their opponent who, like them, was now making tracks towards the high power level in the distance.