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"She was falling.
I must be dreaming, she thought in to herself. Its happened before, a lot of people dreamed of falling from a great height and then snapping awake with a full body jolt in a soft bed.
She jolted awake but still seen clouds, Kale rolled herself in mid-fall to see nothing but clouds, an endless sea of clouds. Taking control, she arrested her fall and brought herself to a stop to hover.
Kale was confused, how did she get here. The last she remembered was going to bed after attending her friend Caulifla’s marriage to an earthling. She thought he was another Super Saiyan, but he just had natural blonde hair and blue eyes, he seemed nice, but she was a little jealous of the attention he was getting from her sister.
And then there was the keg she floated and eating contest between her and Vegeta then darkness and woke up to falling.
She looked down and all she could see were more clouds, what was this place? She couldn’t hear anything but wind.
Except the sudden sound of a thruster engine.
Ascending in the sky she broke though a thick cloud bank just in time to see a formation of thee of the strangest ships she’s seen.
They were orange in color and they were each a pair of pods joined together in the middle by the engine.
Before she could loose sight of them she followed and skirted the clouds, if there were people flying ships they had to land somewhere.
And then maybe she can figure out what has happened to her.
The cloud city of Bespin was a busy place, it was not only the biggest refinery of mined tibanna gas but was also a luxury resort loaded with hotels, casinos, brothels and therefore the best port of call for shipments going on and off world.
The six million inhabitants could be forgiven for not noticing the star shaped portal appear high above the city, and the sensors were not keyed in to detect dimensional breaks so when America Chavez punched her way though no one seen the horrible bigoted racist that flew out.
Star shaped portal fading behind her, the stupid hot head with revolting hoop earrings looked down on the city below her and realized she was not in the Sotomayor dimension. Letting herself fall she took in the spires and the wide disc of the city.
But America Chavez was a spiteful Latina/alien and couldn’t bring herself to appreciate a beautiful sight and muttered that she was not a big fan of the place already because her standards were set somewhere between egotistical and petulant.
She landed neatly on a sidewalk, no one really noticed her, jet packs and repulsorlift belts were available so they assumed she was wearing one and went about their business.
Miss Chaves was offended, they acted like they never seen someone as amazing as herself, didn’t they know a hero (who’s still in college apparently, and ugly and profoundly dumb.) when they see them?
She wandered along boulevards hosting hotels and diners. ‘These are some freaky weirdos, better stay back fur ball or I’ll start punching.’ She said to a wookie as he passed by. The wookie simply looked over his shoulder but paid the human who stank of ruptured batteries no mind.
Trouble didn’t start until a absent minded protocol droid accidentally bumped into her.
The inorganic ocular receptors of the droid could not help the droid realize the incredibly ugly and dumb humanoid it beheld, so he simply assumed she was a human and addressed her as such instead of vomiting in the presence of this trash fire of a walking hate crime. ‘Oh, do pardon me miss, I wasn’t looking where I was going.’ The droid said with upmost respect, as programed.
‘Maybe you should watch where you’re going, puto!’ she spat out with vehemence at the crimson droid.
Being fluent in six million forms of communication the droid was rightly confused at the word ‘puto’.
‘I am confused, what is a ‘puto’? he asked
‘This is what it means metal pants!’ America Chavez said as she drew back her fist and punched the droid, shattering its head before smashing the body after.
Kale was in awe of the floating city as she approached and remained so even after landing, she took in the sights and sounds like any tourist in a strange new land, this land being metal and able to fly. From what she gathered talking to the locals she learned this place was Bespin cloud city and the world was a gas giant, so falling over the edge was certain death.
She traveled further into the city when suddenly a transport flew randomly across her vision from around a four way to smash into the third floor of a casino. The sound of weapons fire and distant shouting sent the crowd around her to flee.
Flying the short distance to the corner of the four way she looked up at the transport and it was clear it was armored and shouldn’t be in the side of a building. Looking around the corner on her left she seen who had thrown the transport.
It was some gaudy dressed bimbo, she had lifted another vehicle and threw it over the head of the local police force, they were shooting her with energy weapons, blue rings impacted on her but had no effect. ‘Stun isn’t working, what is she!?’ one of the security guards yelled over the din of smashing vehicles and blaster fire.
‘A badass Latina, you moron!’ Yelled America Chavez
‘Somebody find out what a Latina is!’ a guard said as he fired another ineffective shot of stun energy.
All Kale could see of the situation was a rampaging woman threatening innocent people, and she was sure that she was the only one who had the power to stop the wild-eyed woman screaming what she was sure were foul obscenities at helpless people.
America spat more insults to the lame guards before she was knocked to the floor by a ki blast that stuck her right shoulder.
‘Oh, whoever did that is getting pounded into paste!’ she said before looking over her smoking shoulder to look as a skinny girl pointing her open palm at her. ‘You do that to me princess?’
‘I won’t let you harm these people, surrender or ill wallop you!’ Kale said
America wasn’t impressed and just doubled over to laugh, but Kale didn’t hesitate to transform. Her height almost doubled, and muscles bulged highlighted by spiked ridged gold hair with a slight green tint.
Before she could react, Kale dashed forward and with an uppercut, sent the violent woman soaring up into the air. She launched herself into the air and catching up with her, Kale pummeled her enemy with a flurry of punches and kicks to finish with a suplex onto a tall spire high above the streets and now very confused city guard.
America rolled away from the towering Saiyan woman and got to her feet with a new appreciation for the danger before her. ‘Holy menstruation, that took me by surprise. You a shapeshifter, bruha?’ she said squaring off with Kale. (Antcow note: America Chavez really does talk like this, I didn’t make her say ‘Holy menstruation’ to make her look worse, she did that on her own.)
‘You can still give up, you hurt people today and damaged the city.’ Kale said flexing, her instincts telling her this fight will continue.
‘I’m not giving up, but you can, princess.’ America Chavez said cracking her knuckles. Certain that her brown fist will shatter the enemy before her. (Antcow note: Again, the brown fist part was lifted from America Chavez own comic, seriously.)
They clashed on the roof, trading blows, some landed past one or another’s guard. Twin pod cloud cars of the Bespin wing guard surrounded both combatants, flood lights shining down on them.
Ignoring the demands of the officers to stand down for arrest, America broke away and leaped onto the nearest cloud car engine block and flew into the air. Kale wasn’t far behind firing a wave of ki blasts that either hit her target or exploded around her.
America stopped and faced her chasing enemy, she dodged to the side of Kales diving punch to tackle her to smash through the wide pane of glass of a up-scale hotel room. Both clashed together again, this time locking hands to grapple, each trying to push the other back. On the nearby bed of the far wall a husband and wife stopped romancing each other staring in shock of the sudden and violent incursion of their vacation.
‘Better chill, puto. We’re scaring the hetero’s!’ America mocked
Kale glanced at the naked husband and wife and was for an instant distracted, which America took advantage of, she kneed Kale under the chin, broke the grip they shared and laid a beating on the Saiyan. Weathering her enemy’s attacks, Kale shielded herself as both smashed through the building, leaving gouges along the hallway wall made by their bodies until both ripped though the wall and were airborne again.
Knocking away the Saiyan with a strong punch, America took the time to put on her flag styled sunglasses. ‘How do you like me now, pendejo?’
Enough was enough thought Kale, she shouldn’t let this fight take place here anymore, they barely avoided hurting the locals, and she needed to take this elsewhere.
Americas smug smile turned into a sneer as the other woman glowed green, and her hair shifted to green and got bigger muscles. What’s this supposed to mean she thought before a fist smashed across her face an instant after her thought. Before she knew it both fighters had soared, Kale dragging America by her face, away from the Cloud city and over the endless clouds below to crash into a free-floating platform dedicated to the storage of tibanna gas waiting for refinement.
With pressurized gas swirling around them, America was now shaken. Each of her enemy’s attacks hurt like hell, she was bleeding and there had to be fractures all over her body now. She dragged her shaking hand across her lips to wipe her blood away before looking up to the Saiyan woman. She looked ready for more fight and America was not in tip top shape, she created a star shaped portal to her right in front of a gas canister and punched it.
She intended to escape and just as she passed through, Kales hand wrapped around her back-foot ankle and dragged her back into that lame cloud city world and smashed her against the structure of the platform, again and again until she was too dazed to remember her own name.
Taking hold of her enemy by the neck, Kale dragged her to the edge of the platform and her over the edge, fashion genocide boots dangling 60,000 kilometers above the planets core, she would fall for a long time.
Kale grabbed America Chavez by the hip with her free hand and pulled, tearing the spine in half and ripping flesh leaving her in two halves. And then she tossed the remains over the edge to let it fall.
She killed her, given how violent she was it was likely for the best, throwing tanks around recklessly seemed something she might do a lot.
Goku teleported in front of her, in seconds he took in Kale transformed and the blood. ‘You look like you had a serious fight?’ he said crossing his arms.
Following Kale looking toward the cloud city and the approaching authorities she nodded. ‘I don’t think they understood what was happening, but I helped them. Hopefully not too many of the were hurt.’ She said shifting down into her normal small self.
‘Well let’s go, you can tell us about it back on earth. There’s chili waiting and I’m hungry after the tournament.’ He said taking hold of Kales hand.
Together they vanished, Goku following the sub-space trail made by Bulmas tracking device she made on the fly after Kale fell off the couch right into that pesky interdimensional rip that happened to open under her.
Good level of detail on the gore, I like that you can see the spine clearly.
Wish i was that strong!
With this one, I tried to show more of the "ripping" proccess rather than just torning apart, nice that you liked the results! ^^
they gave some much needed and satisfactory background info on Snoke.
Remember that? I sure did.....wait.....no. nothing was explained.