[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (72/?)
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Toothy Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.
Previous chapters conveniently available here.
[19 February 234 Before Age. Toth-Thoth]
Detective Bret ducked under the brightly colored ribbon that cordoned off the crime scene and found a group of lawmen huddled together. He headed straight for them and introduced himself.
"Glad to have you on this case, Bret," said Captain Neier. "I usually hate it when they call in people from other precincts, but this time we could use all the help we can get."
Bret nodded. "May I look at the body?" he asked, pointing down at the tarp lying at their feet.
"Sure," Neier said. He titled his head and glanced over his shoulder. "Over this way."
Bret looked past him, and spotted a covered body lying on the ground. "I don’t understand," he said, pointing to the tarp they were standing around. "If that’s the body, what’s this?"
Neier sighed. "I’d better show you the victim first."
Bret shrugged and followed him to the other tarp, which Neier pulled back to reveal the corpse of a humanoid male, six feet in height, lying face down in the alleyway. He couldn’t tell much from the first look.
"No signs of a struggle," he said. "No obvious wounds. Can’t say I’m surprised. This guy looks like he could handle himself in a fight." He sat on his haunches to take a closer look, and noticed a rip just below the belt-line of his trousers. "Is that...?"
"A hole for his tail," Neier said. "He’s a Saiyan."
Bret looked up at him in amazement. "Who could have done this to a Saiyan?"
"That’s what I’d like to know," Neier said. "Between you and me, this is one perp I’d rather not find. With any luck, the killer’s already left the planet, but it’s not like anyone here would have been a threat to him, you know?"
Bret shuddered at the thought. He removed a pen from his jacket and carefully manipulated the fabric around the tail-hole to get a better look. "So where’s his tail?" he asked. "Some Saiyans cut them off or lose them in battle, but this must have happened recently, or he wouldn’t need to rip a hole in his pants."
"And that’s why we called you in," Neier said. He waved for Bret to follow him back to the first tarp, and nodded for one of the other police officers to remove it.
It was a pile of Saiyan tails. Bret took an involuntary step backward as he realized what he was seeing. Something about the sight of all those furry appendages lying together made him nauseous, even before the smell wafted up to his nose.
"We’re assuming one of them is his," Neier said, "but we’ll need to run DNA tests to be sure. Best guess for now is that this collection goes back about two months."
"There must be..." Bret stopped to wait for his stomach to settle down. "Must be twenty of them there."
"I counted twenty-four," Neier said.
"But there haven’t been that many Saiyans on Toth-Thoth in the past two *years*," Bret said. "I don't think there's two dozen Saiyans in the whole sector."
"Like I said, whoever did this may already be long gone," Neier said. "I don’t know why he left behind his collection of trophies, but I doubt he’s finished hunting. He’s out there somewhere, waiting to kill again."
*******
[26 February 234 Before Age. Nat-Chezz II.]
Inspired by Luffa's exploits, Zaperc had tried to follow in her footsteps, but the path was even more difficult than he had expected. Most of the galaxy only knew Luffa by reputation and rumor, and even the planets she had fought for had only a vague idea of who she was and how she operated. In desperation, Zaperc had turned to an unauthorized biography-cum-self-help book entitled "The Luffa Way". He then assembled a band of followers and led them here, to Nat-Chezz II, where he planned to protect it from invaders, just as Luffa had done for other planets. It was going well, right until the real Luffa showed up and turned his entire movement upside down.
Meeting her was an honor, though she was very different from what Zaperc had envisioned. For one thing, Luffa was a woman, and she acted very much like most off the typical Saiyans he had known throughout his life. At the same time, she had an idealistic streak that put his own lofty dreams to shame.
Zaperc longed to achieve greater glory, if not for himself, then for his son, and for the Saiyan race as a whole. Luffa, however, seemed to have an almost apocalyptic worldview at times. She never quite came out and said so, but she seemed almost disappointed that she wasn't constantly fighting a desperate battle to the death. All Saiyans loved to fight, but there was something different about her, something that ran deeper than the golden transformation she used to manifest her immense power.
He wondered if Luffa had been changed by her evolution, or if she had been that way from the start. As he and his followers sat in a half-circle to learn at her feet, he hoped that the answers would come forth through her lessons. Thus far, however, all he had learned was that she was a very unorthodox teacher, and she didn't seem to care if it made her students impatient.
Standing before them, Luffa balanced herself on the toes of her right foot. She then crossed her left leg over her right thigh, bending her knee such that her left foot was pointing toward the sky.
“I know this seems a little weird,” she said, “but it’s a pretty effective technique, especially when you’re surrounded by multiple enemies. Now, you’ll want to put your left arm up like this, elbow straight, with the wrist bent so your hand is over your head, palm down. Then you put your right arm up like this, parallel to your shoulders. Bend the elbow and bring your right hand palm up in front of your chest. It’s like you’re using your hands to sort of frame your face. The pose is critical to the technique, so if you get it wrong you could be wide open to an attack. Any questions so far?”
Brockle raised his hand. Zaperc smiled with pride. While he was grateful for all his followers, he hoped that his son would benefit from these lessons most of all. Brockle was extremely talented for his age, and with the right guidance, Zaperc was sure he could become a warrior on Luffa's level. He lacked patience, true, but at least he was asking questions about Luffa's skills instead of resenting her for them.
“Go ahead Brockle,” Luffa said.
“Why the hell are we doing this?” Brockle asked.
Zaperc sighed and closed his eyes. Brockle still had a long way to go.
“Because the Shiei Fist is a brilliant technique,” Luffa replied. “I picked it up while fighting a horde of shadow warriors on Planet Zansu. The Zansans who developed it couldn’t do a whole lot with it, but in the hands of a Saiyan, the explosive wave is--”
“This is stupid!” Brockle growled. “You said you would teach us something useful, and you’re showing off alien dance moves.”
Luffa dropped the pose and approached Brockle. “Is that so?” she said. “Well maybe you’d like to teach me something.”
Brockle sniffed with contempt. “What’s the use?” he asked. “You’re so strong, you can afford to use whatever sloppy techniques you please.”
“Oh, is that my problem?” Luffa said. “You admit that I’m stronger than you, so you want to salve your ego by pretending you have more finesse. Well I’ll tell you what, Brockle. Why don’t you show me your finishing technique, your ultimate move, and I’ll evaluate it for you.”
“You’re on,” Brockle said. “It’ll be worth it to put you in your place for once, woman.”
In spite of the hostility between Luffa and Brockle, Zaperc was hopeful. As much as he wanted Brockle to respect Luffa, he also longed for Luffa to recognize Brockle's potential, to see Brockle the way Zaperc did. Perhaps this demonstration would show her that Brockle was worthy of her respect.
Luffa waved for Brockle to begin, and he gathered his ki, powering up to his maximum strength. Luffa watched him and crossed her arms, apparently fascinated to see what he would do.
He held his hands in front of his face and made the tips of his index fingers glow crimson. Then he began to wave his fingers in an intricate pattern, weaving a complex image of red light that trailed his hands as they moved. In a matter of seconds, he had created a globe of criss-crossed energy tendrils, and he smiled arrogantly as it floated above his outstretched palm.
“The Devil Mesh!” Brockle announced. “I can make it change direction, but it can also alter its shape in mid-flight. It can tangle enemies like a net, or impale them like a spear!”
Zaperc beamed with pride. The Devil Mesh was based upon simpler techniques Zaperc had used for decades. Brockle had managed to refine them into something far greater, and he seemed to complete the execution of the technique a little faster each time he tried it.
Luffa rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she considered what he had made. “Interesting,” she said. “It’s a little too clever by half, but I like the versatility.”
“It’s only ‘too clever’ because you’re too stupid to do it yourself!” Brockle snarled.
“Well, I’ll give it a try,” Luffa said.
To Zaperc's surprise, she didn’t bother building up her ki. Instead she simply made all ten of her fingertips glow, and she waved them around with an intense speed, completing a globe like Brockle’s in a fraction of the time.
“That... you can’t...” Brockle gasped.
“I just did,” Luffa said. “It’s a little tricky, but kind of fun to play with. It’d make a good training exercise for a kid. And it’d be a good lesson on spotting weaknesses in techniques.”
“Fool!” Brockle growled. “There is no weakness to the Devil Mesh!”
Luffa pointed her finger at Brockle and fired a thin beam of light at the crimson sphere floating over his hand.
It exploded in his face.
“It’s so complex that it's unstable,” Luffa said. She waited for him to finish coughing before she continued her explanation. “If you actually made one of those in the middle of a fight, your enemy could easily sabotage it before you’d ever get a chance to use it. It wouldn’t even take much power to pull that off. Even a weakened or dying opponent could still have enough energy to take you down with him.”
Zaperc was stunned, almost as if the Devil Mesh had exploded in his own face. Only a moment ago, he thought of it as his son's greatest achievement, and Luffa had deconstructed it with ease. She didn't even need her Super Saiyan form to do it. He knew she was powerful, and he had long assumed she was brilliant, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined!
She quickly dismantled her own Devil Mesh before any of her students got any bright ideas. “Now, maybe we can get back to the Shiei Fist?”
Brockle gnashed his teeth as he sat back down. Zaperc wished he could offer him some sort of encouragement, but it was better to let things take their course. Luffa's training was a bitter pill to swallow, but she *was* the Super Saiyan. If she couldn't show Brockle the way to the next level, then no one could.
*******
Deep in the dense, treacherous jungle the Saiyan had been using for training, Zatte was helping Jikama to his feet.
"How long was I out?" he asked as he rubbed his forehead.
"About an hour," Zatte said.
"You've been waiting here for me to wake up this whole time?" Jikama asked. He rose to his full height, and while he wasn't quite as tall as some of his comrades, he was still massive enough for Zatte to fit entirely in his shadow.
"Normally, I wouldn't stick around," Zatte said with a shrug. "But you're not nearly as sore a loser as the others. Especially Hijik. I took him down about six hundred yards that way. Went back and shot him again twenty minutes ago, just to prove a point."
She patted the large pistol holstered on her hip as she said this.
"It's because I'm only half-Saiyan," Jikama said. "I find I'm not nearly as hot-headed as the rest of them."
"I don't care if you're half, full, or double-Saiyan," Zatte said. "Hijik's a dick, and being a dick for no good reason is a good way to get yourself killed. Anyway, my wife's as pure-blooded as he is, and she still knows how to show a little respect."
Jikama chuckled. "Not to me, she doesn't," he said.
Zatte made a concerned frown as she looked up at him. "Something bothering you, Jikama?" she asked. "I know Luffa's rough on you guys, but it's for your own good, trust me."
He shook his head and smiled. "It's nothing I'm not used to," he said. "Saiyans look down on half-breeds like me. Oh, the others are accepting enough, but only up to a point. Aliens like you are on thing, but a half-Chezzi like me will always be one foot in, one foot out."
Zatte nodded. "But you did really well today. That's why I hung around, to congratulate you. You tracked me down to within fifty feet. I don't know how you kept picking up my trail, but I'm impressed."
"I knew I couldn't rely on smell or sound," Jikama said, "and your power lets you hide your ki, so I decided to try focusing on the ki of our surroundings instead." He waved his thick arm at the jungle canopy over their heads. "I figured your powers would slightly affect my perception of the life energy from the trees and grass as you came into contact with them, and it worked, but the difference was too slight to get a fix on your location."
"Nice," Zatte said. "You'll have to hone your senses until you can get a fix. And I'll have to work on covering my tracks a little better. You're resourceful, Jikama. That's the high praise where I come from, and if Luffa doesn't appreciate that, she'll get an earful from me."
"That's kind of you to say," Jikama said anxiously, "but I wouldn't want to cause any arguments between the two of you."
"Trust me, one more won't hurt," Zatte said. "Maybe the other Saiyans won't respect you, but I expect better from Luffa."
"To be fair," Jikama said, "I will say that I find her a refreshing change from most Saiyans I've met."
"What do you mean?" Zatte asked.
Jikama shrugged. "She looks down on me, sure," he said, "but she seems almost more disappointed with the purebreds."
*******
[28 February 234 Before Age. Bigreen.]
Chirad was a librarian and aspiring historian, but after he helped Luffa save Planet Bigreen from the evil Hamey, he had been hailed as a great hero. He was only one-quarter Saiyan, and his power was only a meager fraction of Luffa’s might, but the Bigreenese still adored him as their local champion, and revered him as an expert on Saiyans.
While he appreciated their esteem, he knew he didn’t deserve it. Luffa and her friends had done most of the work in liberating Bigreen, but they had gone and he had stayed, and so his role in the adventure had been amplified in the public opinion. All that really mattered to him was that it got the girl from the Special Collections desk to finally notice him.
"Now just wait here, Emeral, I’ll speak with the Director and it should only take a minute and then when I get done heh-heh. We’ll go see a movie! How’s that?"
She lolled her head to one side and made a high-pitched giggle, which Chirad took as a sign of approval. Just as he was about to enter the Security Director’s office, the door opened, and someone stepped out to greet him.
"Ah, you must be Chirad," he said cordially. "Yes, of course you are I’d recognize that wild mane of black hair anywhere. Very rugged, it suits a man like you, a descendant of the Space Warriors, mmm yes indeed won’t you come inside?"
Chirad was surprised. "Uhhhhh... Director Pine I was just about to go into your office wow how about that, weird."
Pine led him inside and offered him a seat across from his desk. "I’m afraid the situation is very serious, Chirad, though I wish it wasn’t ohhhhh, I certainly hope you can help us errr... please have a seat, oh, well you already have heh heh heh. Very convenient. I don't mind at all!"
Chirad only knew that a Saiyan had arrived on Bigreen recently. This was not unusual in itself, as Bigreen was on very friendly terms with Saiyans from all walks of life. But Chirad knew that something must have gone wrong, or they wouldn’t have asked for him to get involved.
"Director," he said, "if you need someone beaten up, well, I’ll help my planet any way that I can but I’m not that strong. I mean I’m stronger than most people but when it comes to Space Warriors... uhhhh?"
"Ah, you’re too modest, Chirad," the Director said. "But I only wish it were that simple. Yes a powerful menace that even you couldn’t defeat what a treat that would be compared to this! Even if you failed to save us we could always contact your friend Ruhffer to come and save us. Yes, I doubt that any normal enemy could stand against a Space Super Warrior like her but our problem is very different look at this."
He tossed an envelope onto his desk and slid it over to where Chirad could reach it. Chirad opened it to find several crime scene photographs of a dead woman clad in traditional Saiyan attire. There was no sign of any wounds, except for the amputation of her tail. There was also an autopsy report that concluded the Saiyan had been poisoned by an unidentified toxin.
"Now, Chirad, as you already know, we like to maintain good relations with the Space Warriors and their home planet of Saiya," Pine said. "That’s why it’s especially bad that this woman isn’t just a murder victim oh no. She was also a minister--that’s right-- in the court of King Rehval, yes the very King of the Space Warriors!"
"Then you mean the King of the Space Warriors sent his minister here?" Chirad asked.
"Hmm? Not in an official capacity you see no she was here on personal business though I’m not privy to such matters, being personal as they so often are," Pine said.
Chirad understood. Even if the minister hadn’t been attached to a diplomatic envoy, her murder would still be a strain on Bigreenese/Saiyan relations. He still had more questions than answers, but at least now he understood why the highest law enforcement official on the planet was involved with the case.
What Chirad still didn’t know was how he was supposed to help with any of this, but somehow he doubted that he and Emeral were going to make it in time to see that movie he promised her.
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