Bring Me To Life

[Turles]

Turles knew the jibes at wanting to make her beg would wind up drawing the already tense conversation into something bordering on war. No saiya-jin, no matter how low on the scale they ranked, liked even hearing the word let alone be told to do it. It was basically the number one no-no when dealing with them. But her counter was stronger than he expected. And incredibly infuriating.

Self first, duty second.

"Oh ho...haha..." His laugh started slowly but then it picked up to an almost hysterical level. He was actually twitching all over.

Twitching with insatiable rage.

"Oh, right there, right there...You blew your chance. If anything, I'll go to Meat and incinerate your bones. Or better yet, I'll dust them off, smoke them and make a meal out of them. Then what will you do?" The larger saiya-jin turned fully to her, shifting quickly into an offensive stance. His muscles shook against his restraining his anger. His brows twitched, there was a sizable vein showing on his forehead. He was probably a few seconds from literally frothing at the mouth. She had touched on a dangerous nerve. At the moment, he could care less now if he disrupted his nephew's concentration. He had half a mind to blast them both out of existence. In fact, he just might...

"Unlike Bardock...There's no bond protecting you from me...Unlike him, I am three times the saiya-jin that he is, who had some of Frieza's own former elites serving him loyally. Not a bunch of tavern scum like you. Unlike him, I was able to play God, I was able to revive the dead with just a drop from a lowly seed. And unlike him, I will live again...And I'll go back and tear all of his bloodline to pieces! And you can go and let him know, you gave me all the more reason to do it!!" Now he was frothing at the mouth, like a rabid monkey. There were three ways to utterly enrage Turles : Point out how Bardock had gotten life better than him, point out his failings, and mention her. She had hit two of the three nerves. He bared his foam specked teeth at her, "Provided I don't blow you to Snake Way and back!"

Self first, duty second.

His power built rapidly, much like his last attack before Kakarot countered him, for a swift, powerful blast. Turles lifted his hand up, a purple charge of energy forming before he took one step forward fired in her direction and the direction of the tree. Once it made contact, there would be an immense explosion. But whether it was deflected or canceled out, a second blast from the ring that would form below on the ground would catch her off guard. It would only do half the damage of the full attack, but it was always an unwelcome surprise to start off a fight. Normally he saved it for one on one as a finisher in a small spot, but he was far from calculating at the moment now.

[Sansho "Pepper"]

What had she gotten herself into?

The slender Ikikesan found herself wondering that as she panted, her muscles screaming in no uncertain terms about how they felt about this treatment. The very air weighed down heavily on her, as though she were being crushed by pounds and pounds of stone. Not that it should have been that strange for her race, which were highly tied to the earth. But it was still tiring.

Pepper didn't get any time to rest and was already moving, bringing up her hands to block, parry, and strike. When she was told that she needed something less distracting for a training outfit, she quite cheerfully set aside her formal wear, explaining that she didn't want it dirty anyways, and had flown back to her own home to pick up her clothes, including her training gear.

Training gear that had.. given Bulma a heart attack.

The Ikikesa basically fought in her underwear, wearing a pair of black hotpants and a black sports bra. Actually, she hated the bra. She preferred to wear a series of linen wraps to keep her from bouncing all around but apparently a sports bra was a step up in Bulma's book. For the sake of not getting her feet crushed, she wore a pair of boots that had been found in her size by Bulma, and a pair of white gloves rested on her hands as she traded blows with Mister Vegeta.

Despite how much it tired her out, she found herself enjoying it. This was what she lived for. She was fighting a real fighter, and she was growing stronger! This was what it meant to fight!

Bouncing back, she started to launch forward for another attack-

The room spun as though a giant bell had gone off in her mind. Her green eyes flared up as she stumbled before flying into the wall, courtesy of an attack from her master. Her mind, however was elsewhere.

The Earth grabbed her, calling her, seeking her. Someone was seeking help. Unable to help herself, her mind travelled along that sensation until she found her mind in a wide plain with low, scrabbly vegetation. For miles, there was nothing... except a little black dog.

Who... Are you? She sent to him, confusion in her mindtones, even as her hands went to her head back in her physical body, her mouth babbling something about the earth. The gaian energies swirled around her mind. Did.. Did you call me?

This wasn't something like she had ever experienced before... The little wolf pup.. It.. It felt like a kindred spirit...

[Raditz]

Even though it had been a few days, Raditz was on the verge of quitting. He was feeling bored out of his gourd and sitting in the tree in Hell for days on end was putting a strain on his back and hips. Plus the hint of voices deep in the back of his mind was starting to distract him. He was prepared to go back, tell Turles his plan was never going to work and take the beating that would come of it...

But after such a long wait and endless bouts of concentration, suddenly he hit the jackpot!

He felt the response and if he didn't have the control he had of himself, he would have screamed bloody murder in delight. It sounded female, but it didn't matter. If anything, that might make it easier. He tensed, forcing himself to keep his concentrated composure. The pup form however did a great deal of jumping for joy. Women tended to be suckers for cute little animals. 'Oh thank the Mother Moon, someones answered me...Honestly, I was starting to think Earth was more backwards than I though!!'

While he had waited, Raditz rehearsed the story that he would give his helper. It basically was not that far from the truth. He aimed to tell them that he needed help, he had been killed dishonorably...which was true! There was something about holding someone still like a target that just wasn't right to him. He would explain that he wished to come back to life and tell them how they could help him do so. Short, simple and relatively innocent. Of course, how it turned out later on would be entirely up for debate, but they would cross that road when they got to it. At the very least, he would shoo the good samaritan away before he revived Turles. He had the feeling that once alive, his uncle intended to dispatch of the help. Raditz didn't really want that on his conscience.

The pup's tail wagged as he spoke to the other voice. My name's...Radish. I need your help-

"ACK!!!" Raditz yelped, feeling himself whipped back down to his current surroundings as he was thrown from the tree by a tremendous, deafening blast. The dazed and confused saiyajin landed on his side and rolled away, just shy of the tree landing on him. In the Spinach Wastes, the ghostly wolf pup disappeared with a sudden poof. Swaying, Raditz got to his feet and held his head. Oh God, that didn't feel right. He doubled over, his head throbbing horribly and he felt like he would be sick even though he had an empty guy. That would be his luck, he found someone then BAM!

The smoke and debris made it hard for him to figure out what the hell happened. "Oh what the fuck...?! What the fuck?!"

[Vegeta]

Bulma had pretty much reacted the same as he expected. It was understandable, considering how they weren't exactly young anymore. Well, she wasn't. And from what he could tell, aging human women tended to get insecure about it.

It was likely she would view Pepper as some sort of threat, especially considering the attire she opted for in training and the extensive hours he spend beating on her like a punching bag. He couldn't really do that with Bulma. Due to the girl's naive nature, it was obvious Bulma would be watching him like a hawk, not her.

The woman was in luck, as Vegeta was not exactly smitten with Pepper. She was his student now, not some potential side mate. What she wore was a beginning necessity. It would be what he opted for if he were a female after all. She needed to be used to fighting without restriction. Weighted clothing would come later on, once they started trudging into the much heavier gravity levels. For now, light clothing would make it easier to adjust to the initial levels of gravity. After 300 or 400, he would have her equip some weighted anklets, bracers and a belt. Those too, he would make sure got heavier as they went. Once she was done training at 500 times the gravity with the heaviest set of weights, they would see just how much stronger she would be.

He had risen to the first level of super saiyajin to give her a grueling workout and it was going very well so far. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself despite being pressed to her current limits. That was good. That ferver for battle would help her along in her training. As strange as it sounded even to him, he was sort of enjoying the task of training a dedicated fighter. It was much less taxing then dealing with the wayward half-saiyajins.

During their current session, she had left herself open and uppercut his pupil into the wall across the room. The prince arched a brow, what was wrong with her? He watched her, seeing her hands reach up to her head. Vegeta tilted his head, blinking. He hadn't hit her that hard. It almost looked like she was in the middle of something, like an image had caught her off guard or someone was talking to her. For all he knew, maybe that was so. But they were in the middle of a work out.

"Woman! Get your head together! We're training here!" The saiyajin bellowed, fists clenched in ire. He was tempted to haul off and launch an attack while she was unaware, just to knock her back to reality but he opted to see if she would come out of that odd trance on her own.

[Selypa]

No matter how high he thought he was, Turles made a grave a mistake when he decided to taunt her. Even Bardock had never dared to touch that nerve with her, and he was one of the few people that she trusted above all others.

The snarl still twisted on her lips, her fists clenching tight enough that the leather-like material creaked in her gasp. If something had been in her hand, it would have been shattered, no matter what it was. Even the probably serious threat of incinerating her remains and taking away this seemingly-last chance at being revived couldn't make her backdown. A saiyajin never apologized. Pride was definitely a fault in their race.

"Then go ahead, do it. And when you choke on my bones and feel your life slip away in such a dishonorable death, I'll be the one laughing when your pathetic form returns to this pit!" Selypa snapped at him, shifting her stance as well, her feet digging into ground. Her tail, the fur fluffed out in agitation, snapped hard enough to crack again before wrapping around her surprisingly small waist, her eyes narrowed as she watched him.

Her disdain for him grew as he began to froth at the mouth, madness overtaking him. Even in her rage, she noted how easy it was to topple him into madness. No wonder he had fallen to Kakarot.

"Not that I would want a bond to protect me from some worthless madman! Is this a special ability of the great upper-class Saiyajin?! Frothing at the mouth like a common dog on it's deathbed?!" The violet-eyed saiyajin couldn't help but taunt him further, even as she sensed his energy. "And at least Snake Way would free of me of this miserable pit!" As the words left her lips she began charging her energy.

It turned out she had timed it perfectly. Her energy flared around her as she snapped her hand out, deflecting the energy blast with disdain. For a split second, she felt disappointed by the easily deflected attack. Then the rocks below her trembled. It was literally only a split second, but she pulled in on herself, arms over her head to protect herself from the blast as the ground erupted around her. The second blast was only half as strong as the one she had deflected, but that didn't stop it from hurting.

The air was filled with dust and debris, as well as a Raditz falling from a tree that barely resembled a tree anymore. In the smoke and debris clouding the area, it was almost impossible to see if she had survived the at-

A flurry of rose-hued bolts suddenly flew from the smoke, totally about six or seven, launching straight out at Turles.

A wind pushed the smoke away, revealing Selypa standing there, panting a bit, a cut across her cheek, her violet eyes bright with rage.

"Raditz, you all right?" Selypa snapped, her attention on the raving madman, ready to dodge the next attack.

[Turles]

"You'd like that too much! I always make sure to chew up bones thoroughly. Though I'm afraid yours will taste worse then the maggots that chewed you up!"

The irrational rage had started to die down as he silently berated himself for losing his composure after the blast hit. He could hear Raditz shouting a little ways behind her and he growled low. Well, it was doubtful he made any contact anyway. At the moment, putting Selypa in her place came first. Grinding his teeth, Turles did his best to comb back the rage so he could regain some control. He was more than aware that slippery Selypa was not as common in power like the rest of the grunts so losing his mind would not work here.

"I can smell your stink, you low class whore. You'll never leave this hellhole if I have any say!" The saiya-jin warlord taunted. His tail was puffed to twice it's thickness. Even with getting a blast off for starters, he was still shaking, itching to fight with the wench. Many scenarios of utterly brutalizing her ran through his mind like a macabre slideshow. Most of it just consisted of him sitting back and beating on her for hours. After he reduced her to a bloody pulp, he'd have half a mind to drag her along while he looked for Bardock and hand her head over as an early birthday present. He'd even light a hair on her head and tell him to make a fucking wish. Oh, oh, he so had to do it now...

Turles jumped up in time to avoid the majority of her rose colored volley, though his left foot got clipped by one of the bolts, right on the ankle. He hovered overhead for a few seconds, just so he could taunt her some more. "Pink fireballs, how cute. That's a surprise, coming from a dyke like yourself!" He let out a hiss at the stinging sensation. No lost limbs at least. He was pleased to see that she had taken some good damage from his attack, even if it had only been from the second half. He would have loved to see it hit her full force like he had done to that wretched namekian. But perhaps next time when her guard was down. He'd be on the look out for that opening next time it turned up.

The large saiya-jin shot down, using his speed and massive size in comparison to her in the downward swing of his fist with every intention of knocking a few more of her screws loose. Her diminutive size would prove to be a frustrating plus for her in close combat, so he made sure to have his guard up in case she tried aiming a counterattack at him.

[Sansho "Pepper"]

The woman on the ground shook her head, her green eyes closing, clenching tightly before opening again, automatically narrowing in that annoyed, arrogant look that was unique to the second half of the personality. Shaking her head out quickly, she rose to her feet, rubbing one shoulder. Actually, she stumbled at first, due to the heightened gravity. Because this... relationship was new, Kakiri actually hadn't started training in the gravity chamber yet. She panted softly, focusing her eyes on the man standing in front of her.

"Something strange happened. The earth rang like a bell... Someone called Wuko away." She snorted softly, though there was an odd look in her eyes. It would be quickly identified as a strange almost homicidal type of worry, as though she longed to find where the call came from and kill whatever reason had caused it. Not whatever had rang the bell, but the reason.

Scowling, she took a stance that differed from Wuko's.

"You're fighting me for a few." Pepper snarled, clearly annoyed by the difference in weight and how hard it was to move, both from the gravity and the exhaustion in her limbs.

Pepper didn't even notice Kakiri's takeover of the body. Her own awareness was focused on the puppy in front of her. She loved dogs!

Completely unaware of who was in front of her, or how he had called her, the innocent mind of Pepper squealed in delight. Had she had a body, she would have clapped her hands in utter delight. As it was, she listened attentively, starting to respond when-... the puppy vanished.

Startled, Pepper stared at the spot for a long moment before she turned her gaze this way and that, looking for the puppy.

"...Puppy? Puppy Radish? Where'd you go?"

[Raditz]

After he collected himself, cursing in a fury due to being interrupted, he came to realize what was going on. Great. The last thing he needed right where he was meditating was a moon damned pride war.

What the hell was he going to do? Fuck, fuck, fuck...

Realization dawned on him and he realized what he could do. It would keep Selypa from getting hurt and the same went for Turles. Besides, that asshole needed a chance to cool down if that maddened look on his face was any indicator. Nervous, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to focus on an image in his mind before he began to concentrate. He threw one hand in the air, a ball of white light formed with a dull ring. It looked a great deal like he intended to attack when in fact...He threw ball of energy which hit Turles squarely in the chest. The light flashed, exploding into smoke. There was a loud puff of noise followed by a soft thud.

In his uncles place sat what had to be an incredibly confused black and brown monkey.

"Oh thank Mother Moon that worked..." He muttered into his hands as he covered his face. It had been ages since he used that spell. His frame shook, not from any exertion but from the worry that he would have hit the woman. However in comparison, missing Turles would be like missing the broad side of a damn building. His other worry had been whether he would botch it somehow.

The polymorph form would last for at least an hour if he remembered correctly, maybe less, which would give them some time away from the tempermental saiyajin. His anger with Selypa might be replaced with anger at him, but for the time being, he knew Turles couldn't afford to do much to him.

"Oh yeah...I'm great. Almost had someone to help me on our little plan but yeah...Great." Raditz silently prayed that if he managed to re-establish that manifestation, that he would be able to get that responder again. If anyone up there has even an inkling of love for me, please let me find them again...

"What are you doing here anyway?"

[Vegeta]

Vegeta frowned and tilted his head, standing ready in an offensive stance while she collected herself. Insteresting, whatever happened had made her shift? He snickered, smirking. "I hit you that hard?"

The smirk returned to a frown as she explained. The earth rang bells? How unusual. He wasn't sure if he had ever heard of such a thing. His training in mysticism was very limited. He was torn between his curiousity of this bell and in sparring with Kakiri so that he could observe her style, which judging by her stance, might be a different variant.

No matter. It seemed from the annoyance on her face, that Kakiri needed a little taste of the training conditions anyway. He smirked ferally, looking like a cat that had a new toy. "Well, by all means then. Show me what you can do. By the look on your face, the gravity level isn't to your liking. Look at it this way...It could be much worse." The saiyajin chuckled at her before he launched at her, preparing to engage her in a volley of punches and kicks, blocks and dodges to get her blood pumping again.

[Selypa]

A warrior of a higher rank... The very idea made her want to spit on the ground in disgust and snarl an oath or two. She wasn't the best person to criticize another on their control, as her temper was rather infamous in and of itself. But at least she hadn't gone so far as to be frothing at the mouth.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going through his mind. Beatings, brutalizings, some immature act meant as an insult to Bardock... If he was a normal saiyajin, she'd include rape in there at some point, but with Turles, he'd probably get so caught up in the brutalizing that he'd forget about it. Either way, it wasn't going to happen. Low-class she might be, but as it seemed to be turning out lately, classes were being turned upside down.

Selypa's violet eyes flared at the crude word, one that always got a rise out of her. With how angry she was at the moment, however, there wasn't much left to ignite. And he had only touched one nerve so far. Her other nerves hadn't even been clipped by his raging bullshit. At least she had nailed him with one of the bolts. Her hand came up, wiping away the blood trickling down her cheek with disdain.

There was no fear in her eyes as he lunged at her, the massive warlock launching at the petite soldier. It was in close-combat that her smaller form came in handy, after all. It was one of the reasons why she didn't mind being so short sometimes. Of course it still pissed her off, as saiyajin were not meant to be this tiny, as the excommunication as the second prince Tarble had proven, but she had worked her little ass off to ensure that no one excommunicated her anywhere.

Her stance shifted, and she prepared, getting ready to dodge the heavy blow-

When an energy blast shot right past her.

For a moment, Selypa actually looked surprised, considering it had whizzed close enough to her head to stir her short black hairs. Smoke filled the air for a moment, causing her to squint her eyes, ears straining for any sound. Oddly enough, the only sound she heard was a thud... And as the smoke cleared, she knew why.

Her anger faltered for a second as Selypa stared incredulously at the monkey. Then, she turned quickly, her gaze settling on Raditz. as he spoke. The incredulous look remained on her face as she turned her attention back to the monkey, torn between laughter and rage.

"...I'll be damned. If that was one of your little druid spells, then maybe you did learn something useful in that crude little camp." Selypa muttered, the closest thing to a compliment anyone was likely to get to her. She kept half an eye on the rabid little monkey as she turned head again to look at Raditz.

"Well first I was drowning one of the members of the Ginyu Force, that little frog-faced bastard Guldo, for hours on end." Selypa said in that dry, sadistic humor of hers. "I was trying to figure out what the hell this poor excuse for a warlord was doing skulking around the area like a greedy little fuck." One shoulder hitched in a shrug. "Couldn't find Toma or Bardock to spar against today to relieve the boredom." She figured it was better to tell him a little white lie than to tell him that she was mostly keeping an eye on him to make sure Turles wasn't abusing her captain's son.

[Turles]

'The fu-?!'

Turles's focus had been solely on Selypa at the moment, he hadn't realized Raditz had blasted him with something until the very last second. It had hit him squarely in the chest, wiping the blind rage away in a flash and replaced it with fear that his nephew might have hauled off and sealed his fate. But no pain came from the contact. He did however get blinded by the light before a strange sensation traveled all over his large frame.

He felt...like he was shrinking somehow.

The saiya-jin felt himself then crash to the ground on his rear, hacking on the smoke. Shaking his head, he blinked once the smoke had gone away. He looked up to see Selypa, itty bitty Selypa literally towering over him like a giant and gave a...shriek. 'Wait, what?'

His now big, round dark red eyes blinked and he held up his hands before looking down at the foreign digits which he wiggled experimentally. They looked like tiny black oozaru hands. Wait a minute, what the hell did the boy hit him with? The pint-sized oozaru shuffled around, looking down at himself to try and figure out what exactly had happened. A monkey! That fucking twit had turned him into a monkey!

The transformed saiya-jin made another, less panicked shriek before he looked at Raditz. He pointed at him, shaking the other fist in the air as he made a long assortment of shrieks, howls and general monkey jabbering. Were he able to speak normally it would go along the lines of : 'You sick little monkey, how dare you?! When I change back, I'm going to flay you alive! I'm going to shove that numbskull of yours up your ass so you can watch me kick it! I'll-I'll...' Only ten times more violence involved and after a bit he started to lose wind due to his rage fatigue.

His head was starting to hurt as he tried to continue to vent at and threaten the other saiya-jin in the monkey jibberish. He stopped, whining as he grabbed his head. Deciding that it was in his better interest and because Selypa had yet to turn him into a furry football, he skittered away to wait for the debilitating condition to wear off. Once he was back to normal, there would be hell to pay!

[Sansho "Pepper"]

There was one thing about her that Wuko had correctly surmised: Kakiri loved to fight as much as Wuko. The problem was, however, that Kakiri wasn't exactly lazy, but saw most things as beneath her.

That or utterly annoying.

Her green eyes, darker then Wuko's, narrowed at the feral grin that appeared on his face. The things she was forced to do, really...! A hiss escaped her as he seemed to taunt her, telling her it could be worse before launching at her.

Still, she refused to back down. She shifted, letting him reach her before she began to attack back, her eyes watching him closely, even as the snarl hovered over her lips. Wuko fought to fight, to enjoy it, and to try to best her opponent.

Kakiri fought to humiliate or maim her opponent and wreck their moral at the same time.

[Raditz]

Even though she was technically complimenting him, it didn't stop Raditz from giving her a good hard glare. So she was surprised that he had learned something? She had no clue.

"Please. Like I said. You're too stupid as far as druids are concerned. We're not simply mud-grubbers or whatever senseless name you gave us. We are in fact...Highly valuable support units, provided nature is on our side." The taller saiyajin had started over to her, ignoring his uncle's screeching at him like the mad monkey he was. "We can create water, control weather conditions, cure ailments and even heal wounds. But purging makes nature mad at us, so we eventually get cut off from the powers. But you wouldn't know, you're too busy smashing everything. I had to watch it disappear on me while doing the same. The last time I used it, was in healing Nappa and the prince when things were getting pretty hectic. I've managed to earn a little forgiveness here though, so I've slowly been getting it back."

He didn't blame him for being mad. Getting polymorphed was not something anyone liked. He was convinced the man was unstable, he needed some damned help and there were few people who had the inkling to give it to him. Raditz was one of those few, because he could relate actually. As much as he hated the man, he admired him too, since he had technically broken from the saiyajin army mold and did his own damn thing. And he knew what it was like to be overlooked and shunned.

He watched the transformed saiyajin take off and he refocused on Selypa. It was so painfully tempting to punch her in the nose. But on the flip side, technically, he owed her. Had he stayed in the camp, his studying would have taken a few more years...And he would have died much earlier with the others. Rolling his dark eyes at the thoughts, he lifted a hand to hold it an inch from the cut side of her face. A very light green glow surrounded his hand and a subtle warmth spread over her cheek, healing the cut with a light curing spell. When he was done, he dropped his hand and folded his arms.

"I'm getting tired of the 'poor baby' treatment from you and my father. I can take care of myself. You wanted me to be a saiyajin warrior so bad, act like I'm one for Mother Moon's sake." It had not slipped his notice how people tried to watch his back and it was infuriating. Nappa had done that more than he liked, and he was well aware that it had to be the reason Selypa was here. People didn't pick fights with Turles for shits and grins and the only reason Turles was around was because of him. It wasn't rocket science. He sneered at her, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to find a new spot so I can try this nonsense again. Thanks to you idiots, I might have to spend a few more days trying to find someone on Earth to help me."

[Selypa]

Some of the spunk was apparently returning to him. And actual spunk, and not the lazy arrogance that made him even worse of a Saiyajin warrior.

Selypa, however, kept these thoughts to herself as she watched him, a smirk touching her lips. The movement, however, caused the cut on her cheek to pull, a flash of pain causing her violet eyes to snap angrily. The smirk faded as some of her good mood dissipated. He began to talk, moving to her, but the shrieks of the chimp drew her attention more.

It didn't take much more then a glance at the shrieking chimp to restore it, however. Unfortunately, just as her foot was beginning to itch for a bit of kickball, the Turles-chimp seemed to realize it and scampered off. Her violet gaze followed him as she brought up one hand, wiping the blood dripping from the cut. She was going to make him pay for that...

It seemed like she wasn't paying attention to Raditz. That would, of course, be a wrong assumption. Her odd-hued gaze shifted, moving back to him. It wasn't hard to see that he wanted to give her a good one. And frankly, she wouldn't blame him. Of course, she'd have to kick his ass in response, but that was another story.

However, the strike didn't come. Instead, his hand lifted in a non-offensive manuever, hovering over his cheek. Had anyone else lifted their hand like, and said hand began to glow, she would have been watching his chi and getting ready to dodge then strike. Raditz's chi, however, didn't seem to change... And frankly, she was curious.

Something... warm seemed to melt into her flesh. It was a literal sensation of feeling the muscle and skin knit together almost instanenously. Something flickered in her eyes, but she didn't let it show.

"Like it or not, you will have to deal with that from me." Selypa retorted as her long tail unwound from around her slender waist, the graceful appendage snapping briefly before resuming a gentle swaying motion. "Besides the fact that I got to pick a fight with Turles, which I have been itching to do for some time." If she could purr, she would be doing it now.

Turning to face him fully, Selypa watched him for a long moment, lifting a finger to forestall any comments or responses for the moment. "In this instance, I knew he was trying to some escape, so after I kicked Guldo's ass, I tried to get in on it. Didn't work out." She gave a shrug before slowly looking around the area. Her gaze settled on the ogres, who stared at her for a long moment before quickly looking away, scratching their moronic heads. Other then the ogres, there was no one in the immediate vicinity, a rarity really.

Her violet gaze swung back to Raditz. "I'm going to say two things that I don't really believe are in my vocabulary. First. Thanks." One gloved hand tapped her cheek to signify what she was thanking for before she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Second. I was... wrong. You should have never stopped your training. Now, however, you know combat better then you did, and you understand what it is you need to do. Yeah, you could have learned it with your buddies. Let's just.. say you got a bit of a longer run on my way. And now you get a chance to point your finger in my face and get one free 'I told you so.' I don't even give Bardock that.

"I don't know or understand exactly how you plan on getting off, but I know that it's because of your druid abilities, otherwise Turles would have chosen some other flunky. Do I want out too? Yeah. Yeah I do. So I'll be straight up and honest. I'm going to hang around to see if I can get in on it. However..." Now, Selypa shrugged. "I'll let you handle your own battles, though if the Guinyu Idiots start getting rowdy, I get full dibs on using you as an excuse to kick their ass. And if you can't get me out? Then I finally get to see all this druid business I missed out on."

With that, Selypa turned and began to walk away, her long tail waving languidly behind her. She didn't even pause as she said one last thing.

"Can't believe how wrong I was..."

She had something to think on.

[Raditz]

(It was a long night and even rereading, I couldn't tell if I had Raditz say anything about rezzing so yeh. Just Tutu. Go with it? lol)

The smugness he felt at her admission for being wrong felt pretty good but he didn't let it show. Now if only he could hear something encouraging from Bardock. Plus he had to get Nappa to stop using him as the measurement unit for weakness, then his life would be closer to completion.

Raditz blinked. He tried to recollect on his words, he wasn't sure if he had said anything about getting out of Hell directly. If he heard her right, Turles must have divulged some information, which he found strange. Well, he took that back after a thought. He was probably gloating and taunting her with what they were doing, which would not be that surprising considering that his uncle loved the sound of his own voice. He supposed someone had to. And she had tried to get in on it and it didn't work out? He was missing something somewhere. Perhaps that was what the fight had escalated from.

"Hang on a second..."

The maned saiyajin jogged forward to get ahead of her, arching a brow as he held his hands up for her to stop. Lowering his hands, he eyed her critically, like a puzzle he had just come across.

"What exactly were you two talking about? Did you try asking him to bring you back to life? How exactly? Besides those Dragon Balls, which would be pulling teeth to collect right now cause we'd be the last people they would let use them, the only other way is that extract muck I have to use...Which would need a physical sample." Like Turles had been before she filled him in, Raditz was under the impression that she had died on the planet. But if his uncle had talked and she had tried to get a deal on being resurrected...Then that meant she had died off planet? Perhaps that meant then...

"You, your team, you didn't die on Vegetasei...Am I right?" His eyes widened with surprise. He could care less how it happened or who did the deed. That meant four males and a female they could add to their numbers! Surely if he approached Vegeta in good will, he would see to it that they were retrieved. Of course...That meant working around Turles. Were the prince to order his cooperation, well, Raditz wasn't sure whether Turles really acknowledged the royal family or not. It wouldn't surprise him if the older saiyajin would turn his nose up at even the prince. There had to be some leverage of some kind to bend Turles into working with them, he just had to figure it out. Brute force wouldn't do it. Something that would affect him somehow, that would probably work best.

"I don't know what the hell I'm going to do here...Mm, hm, hm..." Raditz tapped his chin, looking up in thought. He could make no promises but he was going to try his hardest to get his newer goal accomplished. Despite the weight of the problems that had settled on his shoulders, he smirked at her with one fist on his hip, slightly turned as he jabbed a thumb in her direction. "Bah, the things I put up with for you people. You'll owe me big for all this work...Like a lifetime of steak bits. I take them lightly heated. Tender, pink and dripping."