Spirit - Another Dragon Ball Fanfiction

Chapter 22: Meet Marorizu

(Note: The character that is introduced in this chapter isn't a character I made, but I like the idea of her so much that I couldn't stand it if I didn't add her to the story.)

Well, here goes. Yamcha grimaced as he typed in the multiplier on the gravity machine: 170. Yamcha had been using the gravity chamber for almost 6 months. It was summertime now. And while it had taken him a lot longer than Vegeta to get anywhere near 200 times Earth's gravity, he wasn't collapsing outright. Yamcha finally finished training, turned the gravity off, and sat down, sweating and panting. "Phew! Talk about a workout." Yamcha grabbed a towel and wiped his forehead, then stood and walked out. He was almost there. 

Yamcha walked into Capsule Corporation the next day and found Bulma waiting for him. "What's up?" "Apparently Vegeta wants us to meet him outside." Yamcha nodded, confused. "Uh, OK..." 

"Where is he? It's been an hour!" Yamcha squinted through the clouds. "I don't see anything." Bulma sighed and was about to turn and leave when Yamcha raised a hand. "Wait. I think I see..." An exasperated expression spread across his face. "About time." 

The spaceship's hatch opened, and Vegeta came out, wearing his battle armor. "Hmph. Looks like you got my message." Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Took your sweet time, didn't you?" Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Actually, not quite. I had to pick someone up." He glanced back at the open hatch. "Alright, come on out already!" 

Suddenly, a female Saiyan walked out. The moment Yamcha saw her, his heartbeat jackknifed, if only for a moment. He decided to ignore that. The Saiyan had long, jet-black hair and black eyes, and around her neck was a golden necklace with a green jewel surrounded by a round golden frame in the middle of it. Her sleeveless dress and arm sleeves were all a deep shade of blue, and she had tall white boots that went up a little past her knees. "Vegeta, who's this?" Bulma asked. Vegeta turned. "This is my sister, Marorizu." 

"S-sister?!" Yamcha and Bulma repeated. Vegeta rolled his eyes. The female Saiyan, Marorizu, looked around. "So this is Earth, eh? It doesn't look like much." Vegeta snorted. "I agree, but at least it's habitable. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go train." He blasted off. Marorizu rolled her eyes, and Yamcha sighed. "Man, he needs to get out more." Bulma laughed. "I can't argue with that."

Bulma began to hum a little song, walking over to the spaceship and pulling out a capsule. She threw the capsule in front of it, and there was a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, the spaceship was gone. Bulma picked up the capsule and turned. "Nice to meet you, Marorizu. I've gotta go." Then, Bulma quickly walked into the Capsule Corp. building.

Yamcha sighed again as he watched her go. "Seriously?" Marorizu snickered, and Yamcha turned, smiling uncertainly. "So, you're Saiyan royalty, right?" Marorizu folded her arms. "I am. And don't you forget it. I'm the princess of all Saiyans." "Noted." Yamcha replied, "I won't forget it." Marorizu studied him. "So, Vegeta tells me you're the strongest Earthling." Yamcha almost replied with "Actually, Krillin is," but then he realized that he was the strongest Earthling now. He nodded. "Y-yeah, I guess I am. So, uh, Marorizu, how about I show you around?" Marorizu scoffed. "I don't need a guide." Yamcha nodded, a little hurt from her tone. "Oh. Well-" "But," Marorizu interrupted, her tone now normal instead of annoyed, "I suppose I could tolerate that." Yamcha grinned. "OK! Come on, I'll show you around."