Alaka was, as usual, relaxing in a glade, surrounded by animals of all shapes and sizes. She sat by the edge of a small lake, knees tucked under her chin as she sat beside a deer. A faint smile hid behind her gray scarf as her fingers gingerly stroked through the deer's soft fur, the beast too engrossed in lapping at the water to react. It was said that animals could often detect others' emotions, such as being able to smell fear, and there was some truth to the idioms. If you remained calm and kept your movements slow, most animals would remain calm in kind. It took a bit longer than it might have for another to gain the trust of the animals of the forest, given how strange and alien her body must have seemed to them, but in time they seemed to have accepted her as a neighbor of sorts.

She raised her hand to go for another pet just as the ground trembled beneath her. The deer's head whipped up, freezing in place for a moment as it glanced around before turning and running off back into the woods. Alaka rose to her feet, watching as yet more animals began to flee away from the northwest. She turned to face the potential threat, eyes narrowing when she saw the black smoke billowing over the treetops, the cloud growing wider and thicker with each passing moment. A familiar pink aura wrapped itself around her body as she rocketed up into the air towards the source of the black clouds.

As she flew, Alaka raised her arms and gathered what Ki she could. Her power had been sealed long ago, but she could generate enough energy for small Ki blasts at least. When she arrived at the scene of the fire, she fired her blasts down at the base of the blaze, setting the trees in front of the fire alight. It might seem counterproductive to fight fire with fire, but that's exactly what she as doing- the new fire she'd created would suck up all of the oxygen and burn away the dead wood in front of the original fire, causing them to starve each other of air and fuel.

With the forest fire handled for the time being, she floated over the trees, searching for the source of the fire... until she found an unfamiliar camp, and a man apparently reveling in the destruction. She dropped out of the air to land several dozen feet in front of him, arms pressed against her sides with fists clenched. Her eyes narrowed at the strange man as she adapted a fighting stance without a word. It was obvious who was to blame, and he was about to get evicted.

The Majin felt her jaw clench when she saw the pile of bones beside the Saiyan. He set a fire and claimed a life? That wasn't going to stand. The man gathered his Ki for an attack, but Alaka stood firm, simply bracing herself as she prepared to endure whatever he threw at her.

At least the Saiyan seemed sporting enough to give her a chance to leave, even if there was no way she would accept it. He had to be stopped. She wouldn't just sit back and let him have his way. When the man finally fired the attack, she crossed her arms in front of her just as it impacted against her body, causing an explosion of energy around her. There was no pain as her lightly damaged arms quickly reformed after the attack. Majin were nothing if not durable. She couldn't see the Saiyan with the smoke blocking her view, but she had a decent idea of where he was. And so began her counter attack.

Alaka cocked her right arm back before swinging it forward with as much strength as she could muster, the limb stretching as it shot out of the smoke like a rocket. She was aiming the punch towards where she assumed the Saiyan's chest was, but her aim might have been off due to the reduced visibility.

By the time Alaka's arm retracted back to it's normal length, the dust had started to clear. Her attack had landed, but it was clear that it wasn't much more effective than the Saiyan's own technique. With her power sealed, she had neither strength nor magic to rely on- she couldn't even as much as sense this man's power level. She was left with virtually no options other than to rely on her race's own innate durability.

The Saiyan gathered his Ki for a second time, and once again Alaka braced herself for the attack. At least, until he proudly proclaimed that he'd used this attack to kill several opponents at once. Had he no respect for life at all?! He offered her a choice between taking the attack herself or letting the forest burn... but that was no choice at all. Her path was clear.

Alaka grabbed her scarf and yanked it down to her collarbone in order to fully expose her mouth. When the mass of fiery Ki was unleashed, she thrust her arms into the air and opened her mouth as wide as she was able, sucking in such a massive amount of air that her body started to bloat with the oxygen, chest and limbs growing thicker as they filled. Even when the fireball reached her, she only sucked harder, funneling the flaming mass into her mouth as she swallowed the attack.

Once she'd absorbed the attack, the pores covering her body issued forth bouts of dark steam compared to the usual white as her body quickly deflated back it's usual size. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as she coughed out black smoke, only pulling the scarf back into place once the fire had been fully expelled. It seemed that this attack, too, was ineffective.

But Alaka wasn't done with the Saiyan. She thrust her arm out once more, causing it to rapidly extend towards her target for another punch. But this time, whether it landed or not, her fingers would attempt to grab onto the Saiyan any way she could so that instead of pulling her arm back to her, she could pull herself to her arm, flying towards the man to slam her head into his in a surprise headbutt- albeit a weak one, given her squishy body.

Her first attack missed it's mark, but the headbutt landed. Yet again, the Saiyan shrugged off the damage he received. Initially she thought she wouldn't miss her old power, but it would certainly come in handy here. The longer this fight dragged on, the more risk there was to the surrounding wildlife- and the man had already shown that he reveled in the thought of causing even more collateral damage than he already had.

Alaka was so distracted thinking about their surroundings that she missed the Saiyan charge two balls of energy and drive them into her chest. The explosion send her cantering back, the poor Majin slamming into the ground from the force of the attack. Yet she continued to appear completely unharmed. It seemed as though none of the Saiyan's attacks were having any effect on the Majin- nor were his taunts. She was already plenty peeved with him as it was.

The Saiyan flew into the air and Alaka responded by punching down into the earth with her left hand while she extended her right arm for another punch. Whether the punch landed or not was irrelevant, it was mostly just to attract the man's attention so that her other hand could shoot up from beneath him and attempt to coil around his right leg before yanking him back to the ground with the intention of slamming him into the earth as he'd done to her.

Her attack landed, and once more she failed to inflict any meaningful injury on the Saiyan. Just what was he made of?! Or was it simply that she was too weak...?

Regardless, her attack enraged him further. He charged up another Ki blast, and this time she could tell that it would be too dispersed for her to try the vacuum trick again. She couldn't reach him in time to interrupt the attack, and she couldn't stop it once it was fired. What could she do?! ...!!!!!

She leapt into the air just as the first volley of Ki blasts fired off, blocking the first few shots with her body. But she wasn't fast enough. The rest sailed past her and into the trees, destroying what wildlife survived the first blaze. The Majin slowly floated back down to the ground, watching with widened eyes as the fire was resurrected. So much... senseless death and destruction... she clenched both her hands and her teeth as she could feel the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Heh. Guess it's my turn! Don't let the door hit ya on the way out! ...!?

...

A low sound rumbled through the Majin, causing her shoulders to shake. She hunched slightly, bringing her hands up to cover her face. It looked almost as if she were crying. Almost. "...Heh. Heheh." The girl threw her head back, howling with laughter as her body was silhouetted amongst the flames. "HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The Majin turned to look at the Saiyan, grinning from ear to ear as she raised a clenched fist towards him. "I guess I should thank you... after a thousand years of imprisonment, I'm finally free! The most powerful being to ever live, the Conqueror of Million Star Systems... The Majin Sorceress, Alaka!" She trust her arms up into the air and howled, "AS THANKS, LET ME OFFER A TASTE OF MY ULTIMATE MAGIC. SAY GOODBYE TO THIS ENTIRE SOLAR SYSTEM YOU GODDAMN MONKEY. !"

...But nothing happened, prompting the Majin to click her tongue in annoyance. "Tch! Right. That asshole sealed my magic. Fine, we'll do this the old fashioned way, even if it means having to get my hands filthy from a lower lifeform like you...!" And with that, she suddenly appeared above the Saiyan, doing a quick flip in the air in an attempt to strike the top of his head with her heel before twisting and following up with an elbow in the same spot.

The Majin's brow twitched in annoyance from the Saiyan's taunting. "The Gods feared my power so much they were forced to seal it away. If I had my full strength, even your primitive mind would know absolute terror!" But, she'd wasted too much time on the monkey to begin with. She just wanted to make him disappear. Forever.

The Saiyan managed to interrupt her attack, but his followup needed work. She lacked bones for him to break, and his own attacks lacked power, a fact that was made apparent when the smoke from the Ki blast cleared and revealed the Majin standing unharmed. "Tch! Your name? I've already forgotten it!"

She held her hands up, drawing on every ounce of power still left in this body... and found enough only for a pair of weak, wavering Ki blasts. Worthless! Absolutely worthless! But it was all she had to work with. Thus, she flung her arms forward, tossing the pink orbs in a wide arc like boomerangs in an attempt to clip the Saiyan's 'wings'. She wanted to offer another taught, but didn't particularly feel like drawing attention to her weakness again. After all, being unable to destroy a single Saiyan with a wave of her hand was nothing but the greatest shame imaginable.

The Majin clenched her fists and leaned forward, arms quivering as steam erupted from her pores. Oooooh she wanted to hurt this Saiyan so badly. But she lacked the strength to do it. Quite the conundrum. All it meant is that she had to keep punching and kicking until the Saiyan couldn't move anymore. It might take a long, long time... but despite the man's insistence that she was tiring out, she hadn't spent an iota of energy. He was the one busy bleeding from his face.

The Saiyan continued bragging about his power level, but the phrase meant nothing to her. She didn't even know what a 'power level' was, nor did she care. It wasn't going to stop her from hitting the Saiyan over, and over, and over again. The man fired a ki blast at her, but she deftly thrust her arm out and caught it. The bolt pushed her back a few feet, but soon it became tainted with her own pink ki, and she promptly flung the orb back at the man. "Blah blah blah! Do you damn monkeys do anything but talk?! Take a page out of my lesser half's book and shut up already!" And to emphasize that point, she charged a ball of Ki in her hand and tossed it up after the first in a classic one-two combo.

Alaka rose her arms in a lazy block as the Ki blasts impacted into her. Yet, compared to before, these actually hurt. When the smoke cleared, a chunk of her left arm was missing. Yet, she seemed rather unperturbed by the grievous injury. "What, are you stupid? I'm a Majin, Monkey. You can't beat me." She held her arm up so that he could see it clearly as the pink flesh bubbled and expanded to fill the hole, making it seem as if she'd never been damaged in the first place. "I can regenerate infinitely from even a single cell! My power being sealed just means I'll have to kill you nice and slow. Like stabbing a puppy to death with a spoon!"

With that, she thrust her arm forward again, aiming to grab the Saiyan by the throat, but she'd take whatever she could get. Her intention was to yank him towards her so that she could extend her other arm and clothesline him. Melee combat wasn't exactly her forte, but since it was all she had to work with without magic, she'd have to get in all the practice she could. Which meant this fight could go on for quite a while, all things considered...

Her attack connected... yet, like all the others, it proved ineffective. But the damage was slowly piling up, that much was certain. She would win, it was just a matter of how long the Saiyan wanted to drag this out for. The Majin was vaguely aware of a Saiyan's ability to gain strength from defeat, but it hardly mattered. No matter how strong this one became, he couldn't beat her. That much had already become painfully apparent. "You blind? The only one taking damage here is you. You'd better pray my other half suppresses me before I beat you to a pulp, because I'm going to enjoy crushing that empty head of yours!"

The Saiyan fired a pair of Ki blasts at her at point blank, engulfing the Majin in an explosion. But one of her gloved hands shot out of the smokescreen, aiming to grab onto the Saiyan's face to slam him against the ground, and then fling him off to the side so that his body could crash through one of the burned out trees from the earlier fire, likely shattering the charred husk. "You know what? I don't even care about being weakened... it means I get to kick the crap out of you all day!"