Rawl looks up. Even in the haze, she instantly recognizes the face. “You Saiyan monkeys are a lot more difficult to kill then I thought,” she mutters. “I remember leaving you for dead.”
The Saiyan named Oleander continues to stand over her as she takes another drink. “I remember you being more together,” he says. Rawl looks at where her left arm should have been.
“They took my eye too,” she mutters, touching her covered eye socket. “They were my best feature.”
“You still have your right eye.”
“Quit patronizing me, Saiyan.” She waits for a response, another retort. It had to be such a view to see the enemy in such a state. He says nothing. “What do you want?”
“My friend.”
“Your friend?” Rawl repeats and she starts laughing, drawing attention from the other patrons. “That ‘special’ monkey? I don’t have him anymore.” He had been taken from her. Stolen. “Zerda was much displeased with my loss.” She could hear him grind his teeth and she couldn’t hold back a grin. “She would be disappointed in your loss, too.”
“Who is Zerda?”
“A slimeball who had me hunt you down,” she mutters. Rawl looks at the empty glass. “Runs a Cure-alls shop on the planet Guko, but they probably won’t help you.” Rawl looks up at Oleander. He hadn’t seemed to move much. Didn’t seem to care much for what she said, either unless it involved his friend. “Probably rip your tail right off.” She taps her eye. “I was awake when they took this.” She could hear a frustrated sigh. He was the passive-aggressive Saiyan of his little group. He amused her but she figures it would be best to let him leave without harm done to her.
“You could probably see a sight seer of Vhi,” she says. “I have one I always go to. Helped me find your friend.” She sees him get more interest as she continues. “I’m sure you know where Vhi is. Just mention my name. You’ll get the help you need.”