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The boy dropped the now detached tail, shifting his attention to the new arrival. "Dad, her hair."

"Well, it seems his half blood isn't the only abomination here." The boy's father stood up and looked to Sayla. Tell me, why do you smell altered? No...not altered. Unnatural." The older Saiyan circled Sayla, eying her up and down. A look of disgust spread across his face. "You are no better than the filthy mixed blood down there. Let me show you what a real Saiyan can do!" The older Saiyan hopped back and charged a flame red colored ki blast, and fired it at Sayla. The ki blast itself seemed like it was a ball of fire. Hot and singing.

The platinum haired woman was tuning out the whining of the Hybrid that she had saved. Her opinion of him might have been around the same as these Saiyans that were picking on him. Though, the caramel skinned woman kept such thought to herself while she clearly had more pressing matters to deal with. As the young Saiyan boy calls out her hair, Sayla blinks and slides a hand though it, ”Hmm? Is something wrong with it? I am pretty proud of my platinum locks.” Her attention is then drawn to, what she expected to be the small Saiyan boy’s, father as he sniff the air around her before calling her altered and unusual. ”Hmm, altered…unusual…Guess those words fit me, though I wouldn’t have the answers you seek. What you should know is…I am not your enemy less you plan to do something to harm those unable to defend themselves.” Sayla spoke without missing a beat and with a dead serious gaze on her face as she spoke to the man that was clearly disgusted with her, though her hand motioned to Juni as if she were using him to prove a point. Though, the Bio-Saiyan could say she honestly didn’t care about why there were on the planet. Her crimson red eyes glance off to the distance as she felt a powerful presence flying in towards the small group, it was Echo…she recognized the Ki signature from Skull Valley. Great…this is just what she needed, though perhaps the black Majin would be happy to see these Saiyans over her. It was then that Rynax had fired a flaming Ki Blast at her, and in a quick hand movement an energy shield intercepted the blast, though Sayla was still filling the heat against her skin from the fiery attack. ”Tsh…this is real Saiyan power? Perhaps then the white coats in Red Ribbon fear me and Teila for no reason.” Her words were meant to cut cold, and get the Saiyans all fired up as much as that last Ki Blast, though at the same time it make the Saiyan blood in her boil for a fight. Perhaps…just perhaps this would be the fight that she was looking for.

"Silly girl, that was merely a test of your abilities." The father then looked down, as he heard the beam attack

The kid, caught completely off guard by Jun, was blasted forwards, but he would stand, and turned to face Jun, with a murderous look in his eye.

"Varra! Remember. Never take your eye off the opponent until you vaporize them!" The father then looked to the two women. "Kalyn! Yarene! You two stay here and deal with these two. Varra, kill that mixed blood! Narox and I will go find his home, and destroy everything there!"

Narox nodded. "Right away, Rynax."

Kalyn and Yarene split, with the longer haired twin, Yarene, going for Echo, and the shorter haired one, Kalyn, going for Sayla. "My, you two look like you can handle yourselves in a battle."

"Yes, indeed. I believe we will have an actual challenge, sister." Both of the twins spoke with a murderous and sadistic tone. With the fights now in place, Narox and Rynax left to find Junichiro's home, Skull Valley.

Echo looked at the Sayain coming towards him. He sighed a bit as he felt the power. He thought they wre going to be a real challenge. The legend sayains from planet vegeta.. that everybody feared. That destroyed his father. This was it? He wasn't impressed.. not even impressed enough to get ready for the attack. He only looked at the sayain, Sayla.

"Please.. if you die fighting these chumps.. I will never be able to take you seriously...Your kin are pathetic."

He said slowly as he started to twirl his fingers. He started to move his fingers in such a way that a melody would start to be heard. It would be beautiful classic music.. however as the music started to get more intense.. a large wire could be seen.. trying to wrap its way around the on charging sayain. Echo however didn't attack in one manner. His plan was to always attack in strides and different ways. Echo sent his arm flying past the young sayain. It went flying all the way till it hit the earth. Then Echo quickly caused his arm to arch and head back towards the Sayain flying towards his back.

Echo didn't even say anything else. He wanted to rip this kid apart limb from limb.. and dance in his blood.

"Show me this Sayain Pride I hear so much about..."
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Beatrice had seen the quintet of meteors plummet down through the early morning darkness. There wasn't much else to do at that time of day, there was nobody to try to scare. Everyone was tucked away safe in their beds, either in the gradual process of waking up, or so deep in REM sleep that any nightmares she might give them would be completely forgotten by the time they woke up. So the pickings were slim. But wherever those meteors were falling, surely that locale would get some excitement from the stellar visitors. So she would go there, too. She faded from sight, already barely noticeable even before doing so. Taking a shortcut through the World of Dreams, she covered the distance much more rapidly than it would have otherwise taken.

Even so, it still took some time to cover such a long distance. As such, the excitement had already gotten started before she had even arrived. She could feel life signals disappearing by the handful, there was a very one-sided battle in the same direction she was headed. Interesting, had more alien visitors come to attack, just like those Namekians from some time back? She was no fighter, but even so, she couldn't stop herself from going to take a closer look. Maybe the visitors would make for good sport?

She saw the quintet of odd spherical transports before she saw their owners, but that told her nothing. The space pods were alien, she was confident of that much, but little else. Something she had seen in someone's dream, long ago, so long that she couldn't even remember whose. let alone what it's presence meant. She faded back into view, a rather frail girl simply bleeding into reality as if through a time lapse photograph. She looked around, seeing the scattered bodies and splashes of bright red lifeblood, she was close. She paid no mind to the dying and dead, but several of them noticed her. Not with pleas of rescue or even of mercy, but simply of widened eyes and faster pulses. After all, her own appearance was at odds with everything around, and even an untrained eye could tell she wasn't really there. She looked like a ghost. A ghost dressed in black, visiting a battlefield and drifting amongst the recently fallen. No wonder the victims who clung to life were so convinced she was some form of shinigami, a god of death.

And then, she sensed the group that simply had to be the visitors. Their energy was raw, harsh, but bursting with vitality. They were strong, very strong; there was no doubt about that. But at the same time, the natives were strong, too. She recognized at least one, a young woman with platinum hair; she remembered them from a previous encounter by proxy. If they were already here, then there was at least some form of confrontation. She probably wouldn't have shown up if there was nobody to fight.

Looking past Sayla, Beatrice finally saw the visitors. At first, she felt a moment of confusion. They were Saiyan? She'd seen plenty of Saiyans, simply from her wanderings. But these felt different, somehow. And while she knew what a Saiyan was, she did not know that they had originated from another planet. She'd eventually receive that knowledge- from the Akashic Record if nothing else- but for now, all she knew was that this group of Saiyans had somehow come from the heavens and were not friendly. In the end, that was enough, wasn't it?

Her own energy was paltry, almost undetectable compared to the bright auras of everyone else. She used that to her advantage, to choose her own moment of arrival. Fading to little more than a shadow, she drifted closer, until she was only a short distance behind the quintet of enemy Saiyans. Floating up until she could hover high enough to bend over the tallest visitor's shoulder, she reached out a slightly transparent arm, color beginning to return even as she traced a line just a tiny distance away from the Saiyan's jawline. Her voice seemed to echo from everywhere around the Saiyan as she finally introduced herself.

「The black depths send their regards, visitors from the stars. Will you give of your souls in tribute?」

She added a soft laugh, an almost childish expression of delight at her dark demand. She was absolutely brazen in her introduction; she took no defensive stance, or even the use of a single technique. For all intents and purposes, she seemed completely oblivious to the potential danger she was in, if either her chosen target or any of the others thought to try to attack her. Of course, they could try, but that did not guarantee they would succeed.

Junichiro's foot connecting with the side of Varra's head sent a thrill of combat through him unlike anything he had ever felt. He didnt want to kill Varra, merely incapacitate him and try to turn him to the side of good, to show him life was beautiful on this planet and it was something worth living for and protecting with everything a person had. Despite those feelings of justice and righteousness, he still couldnt help but enjoy knocking some sense into the kid.

Then the flash of the kid's retaliation roared forth. It was a Galick Gun attack, and the very first ki based attack that Junichiro had ever used. He knew that it was comparable in strength to a Kamehameha attack, but he couldnt risk it. He then pushed himself to the limit and let the ki explode from his form as he used the Instantanious Movement technique to evade the attack and reappear behind Varra. "You and I dont have to fight... We can be friends! This planet is worth saving and enjoying, cant you see that?" He asked as he reappeared behind the kid. He couldnt help but feel a shred of pitty for him. "Or are you too blinded by rage and your peers to accept that what you're doing is wrong? I know in your heart... there's good, just waitin to blossom... and I'll give it that chance, even if I have to beat you unconcious a time or two!" Junichiro shouted in a battle cry before he sent his hand flying foward like he was going to punch the kid, only to feign it, and flicker infront of him to send an uppercut to his chin.

Junichiro's face lit aflame with a feeling of pain as he was face checked by the kid's headbutt attack that sent him flying backwards a few feet were the young hybrid reached up to his mouth to wipe away blood. He looked to the blood that stained his glove and he looked back to Varra with a look of pity. This kid was completely brainwashed and wouldnt respond to reason. "I see... You were dead before you even got to truly live. My mistake.." Junichiro said softly but audible enough to be heard as he reached up to the sky and then brought it level infront of him as he slid back and placed his left hand on his right forearm and formed a yellow sphere of ki energy. "This ends now..." He said as he looked up at Varra with determination in his eyes. It would be chilling to anyone inexperienced in combat to see such a look coming from their opponent. The sphere then flashed foward at Varra to slam him in the chest; one, two, three times... before it then flickered up to smash at his face a couple of times before it circle him once as Juni focused for the finish of the technique. "This is my... Spirit Ball attack!!" He shouted as he moved the orb to slam Varra in the right knee, if not to blow off the leg, at least cripple it enough to bring pain to his opponent and sober him from his battle rage.

Kalyn bounced back to her feet as soon as she hit the ground. "Confident one, are we? Well, I guess I will just have to change that." Kalyn fired off a volley of ki blasts towards Sayla, and used them as cover to get in close. No kick this time. A full on tackle to take Sayla to the ground. And then She could beat her six feet into the dirt, punch by punch. This woman's grave would be this very spot. Oh yes, and then she would aid her sister with that black...thing, and her son should be able to handle the whelp from before. Oh yes. This planet would be theirs.