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Prince Frostbite stood there a moment as he heard the small dragon girl who was pouncing some prickish looking hotshot in red armor tell him not to forget the Namekians... Eeew, those ugly green insects on two legs and without the brains to evolve to their environment or to change with the times. If there was one race of beings that Frost hated next to saiyans, it was the namekian green skins. Those buggy bastards were gonna pay for thwarting his ancestor's plans for immortality and then he was going to make them his personal slaves.

The thoughts of hatred coursed through his mind as the evil Prince Frostbite, otherwise known to Red Ribbon as Android Twenty-One, punched away at the training dummy. His fists were pounding into it's facial sensors with increasing strength and power as he pictured the dummy to be looking like a namek. Those twins he had attached to his arms harbored deadly force, but they were even more useful for firing off energy beams. "Kyaaah!" He roared as he sent a kick into the side of the dummy before flickering to the other side, leaving an after image in his wake. This was all a set up for a follow up attack as he re-appeared over his stalwart punishing board of a dummy to slam a punch down into it's crown. The crown was normally a dense portion of the skull and to break it would be beyond the normal limits, but as he did this he sent a shockwave through the dummy which made it's pain sensors register concussion level forces that might possibly give his victim a very bad headache. "Hehehe... with some refinement... we can call that my Ice-Cream Headache Punch technique." He said with a sick and twisted grin on his visage. It was only natural for a changling to take pride in crushing victims in brutal mannerisms, but it was even more-so an enhancement on the natural as his Android natures and killer programming kicked into high gear, even during training sessions as simple as this one. If he were to show the slightest bit of mercy during a training session, how could he expect to show no mercy when it came down to the real thing? Sure, no mercy could be demonstrated without killing a person, but to show any sign of holding back in the process would only show holes in your form and leave one vulnerable.

Frostbite continued his training a bit more, stepping his game up to a motion activated sparring dummy that would fight at a power level similar to his own, but with no energy attacks. As a result of these settings, Frost was limited to using only hand to hand combat as well, which mattered not as he needed to develop all aspects of his technique and killer style some-what equally. As the machien started up, Frost readied his stance and waited for his sparring partner to make the first move. As the dummy lashed out with a right hook, Frost moved his hand to catch it only to be surprised by the knee it shot upward to drill him in the chest, which sent him skidding backward from the force. That robotic b*****d had temporarilly knocked the wind from Frost's lungs, but when the bios regained his senses he growled in anger and then rushed back at the dummy, performing an After Image before reapearing behind it to send a straight armed jab down at it's neck for the base of the brain stem, well, if it even had one. To break the Brain Stem from the Spinal Cord in most races of humanoid beings was a difficult manuever, but to bruise it or send it's nerves into a state of shock to temporarilly paralyze the foe for an opening was always a possibility. It failed though as the dummy didnt have the nerves a human did, which made it a stronger opposition that only turned on Frost and sent a haymaker to blast him across the jaw. There was a sickening crack as Frost's jawbone temporarily dislocated and popped back into place. "Grrr... b*****d... Guess im taking you down from the ground up." Frost grunted before flickering back at him in another after image to send a powerful sweeping kick at the machine's knee joint on the right side. Just before the kick connected the machine looked down as it tried to adjust its form in time only to expose the joint in a vital manner, making the kick snap through a few wires that supplied energy to the limb. This caused the dummy to fall to a knee, as if kneeling in defeat. Prince Frostbite looked to his defeated AI opposition before he aimed a finger at it and smirked. "That look suits you..." And he fired a death beam at the training equipment, blowing it's head off it's shoulders and leaving it there to crackle from shorted wires.

With his training complete, it was time for Frostbite to return home to Red Ribbon and gain the upgrades and modifications to his form required to go on the hunt for the renegade property of the organization. Every android was going to be needed to secure global domination, and those who had developed a since of justice that conflicted with the interests of Red Ribbon would need to be disbatched and destroyed for the greater good of the army. That was Frost's directive and it was with this power that he had been created to carry out such a task. One big threat still loomed on the horizon and that was the Bio-Android, Sayla the Saiyan Project, while of course she was created with Saiyan genes, it was obvious according to records that even Red Ribbon's vast stores of genetic material was in short supply of fresh Saiyan DNA to make a pure clone, this would make her capture a little easier for Frost to handle in due time.

Cinnamon looked back to her twin as she giggled and mentioned that she didn't care if she flashed the world cause she would come home to her. "Wow all I heard was that you don't care as long as I come home and flash you as well." she said with slight laughter. "When did you become this way...?" After speaking Cinnamon continued to eat her breakfast as Mint exclaimed that she will make sandwiches for the picnic. Before she could continue the sarcastic conversation a brilliant flash of lighting could easily bee seen through the window followed by a loud clash of thunder. Her eyes shifted over to the window. "Yea a bath is a really bad idea..." she said in a soft tone. "Whatever it is we do.. We should stay indoors. Gosh don't we have rainy day activities or something?"

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Mint playfully laughed and leaned back into her chair while her twin sister told her that of her comment all she got out if was for 'Cinnabun to flash her as well'. At least that was the basic gist that could be taken form it. "Really? Why would you flash your sister? Naughty Pervert-chan." Of course she was merely teasing her sister back, as the two tend to do. that was before Cinnamon asked why she was acting so different this morning. "Hmm? I am just being playful. Should I stop?" Mint neverously looked away from her sister as she nipped at her toast. The pink haired teen was hoping she hadn't crossed any line while teasing and playing around with Cinnamon, but at times she just couldn't help her. This morning, despite the nasty weather, Mint just felt playful for some reason, which she would likely blaim a lack of cuddles or something. She does nod along as her twin tells her the bath is a really bad idea, though she knew that already. Cinnamon even says that they should have something to do for raining days as well. "Your right...as long as the power holds...we can play games or watch movies. Otherwise, I think we have some board or card games in the closet." The pink haired girl says as she thinks up some activities from them to do in the house on such a fair weather day.



The young Shenron only managed to crack a smile upon seeing her brother, Nuova, was able to dodge, if only barely, the barrage of icicles that she had launched at him. Most would likely get up in arms after having such a violent 'greeting', but the Nuova Shenron would likely be able to deal there was no killing intent behind the assault. If anything it was testing Dart's skill and agility rather than an attack meant to take him done. The 'Neo-Dragons' were few, and thus every one of them were highly prized both as members of Leviathan's proposed Dragonic Alliance and as bounties for those that feared their powers. Oh so many feared their powers, even here in the neutral ground that was West City. Many of the humans and other races had backed away from both her and Nuova, while trying to play off not noticing them. It wasn't well done, though as the Oceanus sneered at a male whose eyes seemed to be glued to her even after she pounced onto her brother's back. "Of course I am! I have to be, so I can keep up with you and Anima-chan!" The smaller Dragon replied to Dart as he called her energetic. Her crimson red eyes glancing around the training room and noting how many people seem to be hiding the fear and interest in the two Dragons there. That is when Levi lets out an eye splitting shriek, "Brother Nuova! That man was trying to look up my dress!" The young dragon places a hand on her rear holding her dress tight to her body as she pointed out the guy with his eyes glued to her. Using her balance and strong legs, the young Shenron was able to hold to Nuova even without using her hands.

The young Oceanus Shenron merely wrapped her arms around her brother as she lit his temper a blaze with that false claim. It really was a false claim, but Levi wasn't going to say a word as the man broke out and tried to defend him from her accusation. Even other human's backed away from the terrorized man, before Nuova flickered before him and placed his heavy boot square in the man's chest thus cutting off his statement midway through the word pervert. She could hear a few cracks in the man's body from her perch on Dart's shoulders, and it was pitiful how the man cradled himself after only a single blow from the Dragon. It was truly a sad sight to be witnessed though no one else would be found gawking at the small little dragon. "Brother Nuova. I think you scared the humans more." Her tone of voice was an odd mix of concern and playfulness which should be expected from the small Dragon's false claims, after all she could accuse anyone else she wanted of peeping on her. She could ever work up a story from before Dart's arrival if she was feeling particularly cruel. Luckily...She wasn't that cruel, but she hated how some people just go so slack jawed and gawked at her. "Phtt...Lets get out of here Brother Nuova. These people are no fun to play with." Levi said as she floated off the other Dragon's shoulders and bolted from the academy for maybe a game of tag in the skies.

Mint flashed a smile as her twin sister as her logic was turned back on her and she was called a perv in return for calling her sister one earlier. ”Well…Okay, I can’t defend myself from that. Damn you logic.” Her voice still carried the light tune of her playfulness. She would then silently dip her toast into more of her egg yolk as Cinnamon told her that her playful side was a bad thing, though she sounded a bit depressed. Maybe she was afraid that she hurt Mint’s feeling? Before Mint is able to speak up, mostly do to having a mouthful of food at the time, her sister was up and over next to her. Cinnamon’s warm arms wrap around her and she sighs softly while laying her head up against her sister. ”Y-you don’t have to be sorry. I just didn’t want to make you un comfortable.” She would reply to her sister’s apology and punctuate it with her leaning up and kissing her Cinnabun’s cheek. Cinnamon’s soft breath against her ear causes the pink haired teen to shiver softly, as the closeness of her sister felt great. ”Kay…What movie would you like to watch?” She whispered back into her twin’s ear before teasingly noming on her earlobe. She then picks up her plate from the table, ”Done eating, Cinnabun?”

It was a typical summer day. The sun hung high in the light blue sky without a single cloud to float by and break its warm rays of light. The animals even played in the warm rays of the sun, while birds happily sang their songs. Even in the small forest, at the base of a cliff, the sun's rays manage to reach deep past the greedy, hungry leaves of the canopy and soak the ground. It was in this forest that Zeta preferred his training and meditation. There was one place in the forest in which he trains the most, and that place is a small clearing up against the rock wall of the cliff. It has a waterfall, small lake, and a stream, that snakes out of the clearing and through the forest. Even now Lord Zeta sat crossed legged and floating over the center of the lake, with his arms in his lap and his hands together in such a way that is forms a circle. The Namekian was deep in meditation and not even the annoying buzz of an insect near one of his long, pointed ears seemed to stir a reaction from him. How many days had the Namekian been floating out there with only the company of animals? It was a well known fact that Namekians lived purely off water, so it was no surprise why he would be out here without another soul or any supplies. This was a ritual for Zeta, and he has had it for years now. Call it a test of his virtues and abilities. Movement! It was sudden, but the Namekian's eyes shot open wide as a large bulge formed in his throat. This took a lot of energy and focus, and soon Zeta spits out an egg that rockets into the forest as its former host nearly falls into the lake below. He needed to rest before that egg hatched so the Namekian closed his eyes and caught himself before actually touching the water surface. It wasn't much longer that he sat and fell into a deep meditation once more. This time his meditation wouldn't be broken till he was ready for his up coming fight.

The egg that Zeta had spat out didn't contain a Namekian like himself, but a demonized one twisted with malice and hatred. It would act and think almost in opposition to that of its 'father' even influenced to destroy the one that created him. After being hatched, this evil creature would rapidly grow into maturity as well as learning how to fight and kill like the demon beast that it was. Many of the animals would sense this demonic version of a Namekian and flee from its aura, though not many would succeed in escaping the hungry, rage filled being. It would only be a matter of days for the evil Namekian to reach its full maturity and thus its full power. It had all the same abilities and techniques that Zeta had, though it was pure wraith as opposed to the beast’s creator. On the final day, the beast walks from the forest into the clearly. It had been watching the Namekian meditate for a while, but dared not come closer out of fear for its own existence. Now…now it was time for the beastly Namekian to kill and claim the man’s spot as the only ‘Zeta’. ”You finally decided to come forth, Sin?” Zeta’s voice was calm and low, though due to the sensitive Namekian ears he knew his opponent heard him. This perverted excuse of a Namekian, Sin, let out a deep bellow as his nails grew into claws. With out another word the fight for survival had started.

Miku sat in an old wooden chair at an old wooden table able to seat four people. Across from each end was a male who just happened to be her opponents in a good old game of Poker. The young cowgirl happened to enjoy going to this saloon in town from time to time for a few drinks and around of Poker... or two.... or in this case about fifteen. She had been staying at an Inn not so far away. It was a scene ripped right out of an old western movie. Even her clothing was a western attire. She wore a brown bikini like top, and matching brown shorts. Upon her hips was a belt with a revolver on each side. The finishing touch was the brown cowboy hat that she always wore. She even had little heart tattoos upon her cheek and chest. Her green pig tails made her look adorable, young, and girly. However, looks were very deceiving. She sat her elbow on the wooden table and propped the palm of her hand up against her cheek. "Six Hundred you say...." she said before letting her fingers slide across a stack of chips directly in front of her. "Must have a mighty fine hand right there." she continued in a soft voice. The middle aged man who sat directly across from her grew impatient quickly. “Miku, stop playing games if you're gonna call just call.” he said in a harsh tone. Miku sighed a little and her green eyes scanned over her cards again. Her hand reached over to a shot glass that was filled with whiskey, and she quickly downed the shot. Figuring she might as well be a risk taker she pushed a stack of chips into the pot. “Fine let's see what you got.” she said in a very soft tone before revealing her own cards. A woman came by and filled up her shot glass full of whiskey again, and Miku looked at her long enough to give her a simple nod as thanks. Her eyes returned to her opponents quickly enough. Immediately the look of disappoint and anger filled some of the men's faces. A soft smile formed on Miku's face. “Well isn't that just a peach.” she cheered in her still soft voice. The man who had a slight fit earlier that sat directly across from her raised his voice yet again. “That is the tenth win in a row! No one is THAT lucky.” he said before slamming his cards down on the table. Miku, despite of the situation kept her composure. “Well I'll be, I think you're absolutely right. I'm starting to think that maybe poker just isn't your game.” she said before a mischievous grin formed across her face. “Oh I know, maybe we could do a spelling contest instead.” she said as her eyes began to watch the men's every movement as her hand reached for the shot glass full of whiskey and she quickly downed it. As she downed the drink one of the men shot up out of his chair. “I've had enough of your drunken ramblings, and your cheating ways!” his hand went to a pistol that hang off of his hip. Miku was faster however, she drew both of her pistols out. “I know I'm drunk that's why I have two revolvers. One for each of you.” she said with a grin plastered across her face. She wasn't drunk at all, and she was simply toying with her pray. Both of her pistols were pointed at the man. “Go ahead, pull out that gun, and I'll set you on fire.” she said as she waited a moment. Of course he didn't move but that she still stayed cautious. It looked like she had already cleaned this town out for what it was worth, and it was time to simply move on. She put away one of her revolvers, and moved back to the table. Quickly, she grabbed her little brown bag and slid the money and coins into her bag. Her eyes never leaving the man however. It was then that he decided to make his move. He began to draw his gun, but Miku was still prepared. She fired a shot from her revolver hitting him in the chest. Oh hell yea it was time to get the heck out of this town. As she finished she swung her bag over shoulder. A slight giggle left her lips as she made her leave quickly. She could hear more gunshots and she turned and fired a few more. She wasn't sure if she had managed to piss off someone else or if the man she had shot was still alive. One thing was top priorety for her however, and that was to get out alive. Luckily she had this pretty well planed out and there was a horse waiting for her. After her shots were fired, she made her way out the exit. Quickly, she sprinted her way to the horse and with her momentum jumped onto it. Her heels dug into it's sides. “Let's go.” she called as the horse responded into a full run.

(Flashback over)

Miku found herself in another bar. Oh yes another huge surprise. However this bar was more modern. Apparently, west city did not mean it had anything to do with the wild west. The only elemental of the wild west was herself. There were no men playing poker. No shoot outs. Just dancing and drinking. Only one of which she truly enjoyed. “Whiskey if you will.” she called out to the bartender who gave her another shot. “Appreciate it.” she thanked the bartender with a quick nod. Her eyes glanced across the bar. She looked over in the direction of where she heard some shouting. A fight perhaps? She would be very disappointed as she saw two drunken men threatening each other. However, in their drunken rage they were more falling over on the ground and not even able to carry themselves much less stand up straight to fight. She could intervene if she truly wanted to but no one was worth her time. Nor did they have the right price to make her want to. She wondered if anyone truly appreciated the art of a real gun fight. Most likely not. A soft sigh left her lips as her hand reached over to her shot glass, and she downed the shot of whiskey. She then placed the shot glass back on the bar.


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