The Saiya-Jin simply grinned as the demoness showed up, apparently roaring with anger. Her power was impressive and it was actually even a tiny bit above his own, not enough to impress him into submission though. The aura that surrounded her though was impressive. From the ruby lightning to the crimson demonic KI, there was an aura of danger, of raw emotion hanging around him that curled the edges of his mouth. There was something about her that resonated with the primal instinct deep within himself. As a bounty hunter he tended to suppress it most of the time, as he needed to adhere to certain conditions in the contracts, rather than just obliterate everything. Watching her like that though rapidly broke down his self imposed rules and as he watched her transform with such a bestial roar, he could not help but burst into a wild laughter.

“See that is it! He said with a grin as he unfolded his hands, as he admired her new form, enjoying every vibe she was giving off. He could practically taste her rage rippling of her and he had no doubt she would not even hesitate for a second. “If you thought for a moment I would show my prowess for a lower demoness with a power level of that of a human, you deserved that slap for your arrogance.” He said as he folded his hands into fists and began to summon his own power. A black aura began to form around him as he growled and began to summon the depth of his power. The ground around him began to tremble and little black tornadoes began to form around him as he reached nearly two hundred fifty thousand himself, while creating a crater of his own. “However if you show me yours, I will show you mine. Your form is most impressive.” He continued with a grin, just as he stopped for a moment.

Not only did he want to admire her for one more second, to bath in the overwhelming feeling she was giving off, he also needed the time to unleash his true spirit. Deep beneath his practiced, controlled behavior there was something far simpler. A core made of pure primal instinct. Something he had not allowed to run free for a long time, to allow the true Saiya-Jin in him to run free.

Just as the look in his eyes was changing, the demoness launched her attack. Within the split of a second she was upon him, her presence up close even stronger and he could almost touch her. It only lasted a second and then he found himself flying backwards by the force of her attacks. As he was flying backwards though he raised his head up a bit, to show her a grin before stabilizing himself and landing back on his feet roughly fifty feet away. Luckily he had managed to activate his shield at the very last moment to protect his vitals, but even so he could feel the burn marks on his chests. She is really not kidding around. He thought happily to himself as he released the final restraints and just let go. “As I showed you I can transform instantly, after years of practice it has become almost like my natural state. I can do it as easily as breathing.” Dain said as he began growling loudly and his energy began to explode around him.

Unlike the previous transformation, this time he tapped into his core and let the rage control the rest. The ground around him began to break apart as golden beams of energy shot upward. The muscles in his arms, legs and chest began to pulsate. The growl slowly began to turn into a roar and his energy fluctuated wildly around him as his hair began to turn gold. Yet rather than blond, this time it was truly gold and shiny. The tail around his waste uncurled, turned gold and flapped wildly behind him. His fangs grew longer and pointier, his hands spreading out to resemble something closer to fangs than fists. “This is… the… true super… Saiya-Jin… ffooorrrrRMMMM!” He bellowed loudly as he reached the peak and his voice turned into a primal scream. He arched backwards and the golden energy exploded around him, for a moment hiding him from sight in an expanding dome of pure gold light.

“…” He growled as he emerged, covered in a brightly glowing golden aura. The Saiya-Jin was bending a bit forward, showing her his teeth as he kept her in his gaze, as a tiger eying a deer. Lightning arced around him as he tensed, before letting out a loud roar. His energy flared up like a wild flame, before he dashed of and moved straight towards her, leaving a deep trail in the ground.



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There was not much logical thought left in Dain´s head, as he had given in to his primal instincts completely. He barely registered the fact that she called him a fool and just clashed straight into the demoness. He felt how the tendrils tried to wrap themselves around him and he growled as they wrapped themselves around him tightly. As they touched his skin let out a scream as he felt them burn into his skin. The howl only got more raw as the sensation reached into his veins and it felt as if his blood began to boil. His blood vessels expanded under he pressure and veins began to pop up all over his body. Just before the burning reached his heart he howled loudly and forced his own chi to run through his veins. It did not nullify the burning pain, but at least it diminished it a bit.

Feeling a bit dizy Dain sank onto one knee, gasping for air. Just as he raised his head in defiance his eyes locked with the demonesses as she placed her hand upon his chest and for a moment raw panic flashed in his eyes. A blinding flash of light washed over him, causing every cell in his body to scream in agony. A part of Dain felt the pain and wanted to let go. It would have been so easy to just let go and fade into unconsciousness. So easy…

His pride however would not let him. As he endured his rage flared up and his golden KI exploded around him, washing away the remainder of the light. “NO! NOT THIS EASILY! He bellowed angrily as he forced himself back upon his feet. There was no way he was just going to roll over and die. Not now and especially not to some demoness of which he did not even know the name. Lightning arced as he raised his head in defiance just as the demoness launched two more lances. He could feel the air tremble under their raw energy and at the moment he could not have cared less. He simply raised his left arm. Without effort the two lances broke his skin and pierced straight through his arm even, but just before they could touch his chest they slowed to a halt as he contracted his muscles. Blood squirted from the wound and a burning feeling spread through his left arm, but his rage was stronger. Without even removing the spears he went on the offensive.

“It shows…” He growled as he spat in the sand in front of him, letting it in the middle whether he was disappointed or impressed. Without regard for his own life, he simply dashed forward, closing the gap between them in an instant, his right hand stretched out before him. The fingers spread out like a claw and he aimed straight at her heart with every intends to pierce it in a single strike and rip it out if he got the chance. Regardless he followed up with a swipe directly aimed at her throat aiming to tear out her windpipe. Without giving her any reprise he drew his sword in the same movement and slashed it directly towards the busty demoness. As he moved he fed his energy into the sword, causing it to glow brightly and as it slashed it unleashed a golden crescent-shaped blast straight towards her.

Immediately after he jumped backward, digging his hand and feet into the earth again to slow him down. “Does that mean you are only 10% interesting? He asked with a grin as he showed her his own fangs. He already felt the results of her attacks. Aside from the pain his body was beginning to go numb and he experienced slight problems in movement. Yet he would be darned to show it. “Show me.” he said determined as he stared straight as his foe, enjoying the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body.

just as the demoness released a blinding flash of light. He barely saw it coming and all he could do was raise his arms in a reflex to protect his face. The area around the Saiya-Jin disintegrated instantaneously and he could feel the skin on his arms blister under the raw power. All he could do was grit his teeth as he tried to endure it.



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Of course Dain knew it was not the wisest course of action to taunt the demoness even further. Within moments she had crippled him and already restrained his movement so much that even putting up a decent fight would have been difficult. The wounds on his chest were still sending waves of pain through his body where she had burned him and the tension in his veins caused him to feel nauseous. It was not that he wanted to see her full wrath, rather he had to. If he was going to lose at the very least he want- no needed to see her at her best. He could simply not stand the idea of losing to someone who was merely playing with him. At the very least he would hang on long enough to see that. He wanted to drag out this feeling for as long as he could.

Then suddenly he reached his target and he felt his fingers wrap themselves around her neck. Instantly he let out a surprised scream and as he let go he already felt blisters forming on the tips of his fingers. Suddenly the demoness aura shifted and instinctively Dain jumped backwards to get away from his foe, letting out a warning growl. As his wooden sandals hit the ground and threw up small dust clouds as he slit backwards, he witnessed the aura change to a magnificent onyx color.

She was truly different than anything he had every fought. Perhaps in raw power she did not quite meet Polaris, but everything she did seemed so beautiful in his eyes. From her aura, to the black mist and the lances. Everything about the woman just screamed danger and made the his hairs stand straight up. Something so primal it began to resonate with something deep within him, something he had forgotten completely. He had given into his most primal side, to pure rage to achieve this state… but was that really the way of the Saiya-Jin. Something nagged at him, that while the rage was familiar, he lacked something. There was no time to dwell on it now though as the demoness closed the gap so quickly Dain could not even move a muscle. His right feet slit slightly backwards, but that was all he could muster as she planted her lips on his. Instantly he felt the warmth coming from them and if he had not been too shocked to move he might have automatically returned the kiss. A jolt went through his body and his legs began to tremble slightly, as if they were about to collapse underneath him.

Suddenly he noticed the black smoke and reality kicked in. He flexed his muscles and instantly his aura exploded around him. Golden energy and black mist mingled for a moment, before he managed to clear it, but the damage felt was done. He felt weak, almost gasping for air as if she had momentarily sucked the oxygen out of the air. Before he had a chance to recover though she moved and slashed at his stomach. The Saiya-Jin barely managed to avoid serious damage by taking a quick step backward, but she still managed to leave a deep cut across his apex, from which blood instantly began to flow. She was not done though and luckily he had anticipated it. The demoness was not one to attack half-assed and it would have surprised him if she had not followed up. Knowing is half the battle though and as he took a step back his right hand had already begun to move. His sword shot upwards and deflected the demonic energy upwards into space.

“F-Fine. I will take on your flame. Dain said still breathing heavily as he jumped back a few more meters. As he landed he planted his sword firmly in the ground and began to howl as he gathered his energy. The golden aura around him began to burn brighter than before and kept growing till it looked like he was enveloped in a burning tornado. The ground began to crack as he began to remember something and the wind picked up around him as the tornado began to turn quicker and as the wind picked up, his own energy began to clash, causing lightning to arc around. The more he continued, the more lightning turned up, till almost all the flames were replaced with crackling golden lightning. “I think this is it.” Dain said after he had stopped screaming and the tornado had ceased, revealing him in his old form.

Gone was the burning aura, instead his body was covered by lightning that crackled constantly. It shaped itself around him like an armor and his eyes sparkled brightly. He gritted his teeth as he pulled out the two lances still in his arm. Instantly blood squirted from the two holes, but it stopped quickly as the lightning arced and struck several times rapidly at the wounds, causing severe pain, but also searing the wounds enough to stop the bleeding. With pain still torn all over his face he raised his left hand and opened it so the palm faced the sky. “Go forth Gebeleizis” He said with a growl as lighting began to arc in the palm of his hand to form a ball that quickly grew until it came alive with a squeak. Floating just above his hand was the lesser demon of lightning he had formed a pact with centuries ago and had forgotten completely about. Telepathically Dain gave the creature it´s orders and with another squeak, it flew up in the air and began to throw bolts of lightning towards the demoness.

He wondered how long it had been since he had used this form. How long it had been since he felt this much alive during a fight…

As he reached for his sword, arcs of golden lightning sprung alive and circled around his arm like a snake. “I guess I´ll have to force you to take me serious.” He said with a wild look in his eyes as he raised his sword. Instantly the blade was surrounded by lightning and began emitting a blinding glow. As he fed more and more energy into the blade as he charged straight towards the demoness. A howl escaped his lips as he pointed the blade straight at her heart. Just as he was about to reach her though he placed his fingers on his forehead and vanished, only to reappear instantly in her back. The tip of his sword glowed brighter than the sun for a moment, before it spewed forward a bolt of lightning, straight at her heart. “I would suggest taking me serious or I might just slap that beautiful ass again.” He said with an devilish laugh as he poked the hornets nest further.

A futile taunt, but he wanted to feel more. Somehow he felt that something deep inside him longed for it. He needed it. This was the best he had felt and he wanted more! “SHOW MEEEE!” He demanded as his anger welled up and lightning arced brightly around him.



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Dain could not help himself but burst out in laughter as he watched his strongest attack be reduced to nothing. Not only had she induced pain in him he had not sensed in centuries, she had completely outclassed him in every way. Even as she ran him through with her four horns he could not help himself but laughing maniacally. He did not even notice the poison running through his veins, as the burning sensation was still so powerful it simply did not register. Even the wounds that had been seared with his lightning had begun bleeding again and blood ran from the corners of his mouth. “Shame… it seems I could not make it. He said with a grin that displayed nothing but happiness.

He had not been called a genius fighter for nothing in his days as he instantly recognized the smoke the moment the first traces appeared. Gathering the last of his strength he vanished from sight, leaving the four grim black horns covered in blood, to appear several meters away from her. “Pl-please stop with th-hat ridiculous a-ttack.” Dain managed to bring out with a blood red grin, as he disappeared once more just before the beams hit him.

This was exactly what he had hoped for, for a long, long time. He was being slaughtered and for the first time in six centuries he felt like he might actually be able to die. That feeling of despair… he had missed it. There was no doubt in his mind that she could actually kill him and while the thought made him happy, it also awoke something else. Something much more powerful than any drug he had ever taken. More powerful then the strongest liquor. Tastier then the best food he had ever tasted. It was fear, culminating in the will to survive. At first he hardly recognized it, but as she dashed in it became apparent. Beads of sweat ran from his forehead as he let out a terrified scream and began to scramble backwards. As she approached he raised his hands and fired a wave of energy towards her in the hopes of slowing her down. Followed by a stream of lightning from the tip of his finger.

It slowly seeped in though that he was at her mercy. Aside from the poison in his veins, he had suffered burn marks, lost a ton of blood, had been run through in his arm and abdomen and suffered so much other conditions that he was no longer in any condition to fight. It was exactly that sentiment that caused him to burst out in maniacal laughter again. Still laughing he raised his hands in the air. He had left a bloody trail as he scrambled from his foe and tried to suppress a painful cough as he tried to speak. “Heh you got me, I am no match. So kill me if you want… though I might prefer it if you did not. He said as he felt the strength fade from his body as he was speaking.

The demoness was certainly something else and in more than one way he respected her. The warrior living deep inside him respected her and if he was to go out this way, there was little more he could ask for.



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Shame… was that truly what he should be feeling? Should he not be happy he was able to fight such a mighty foe, a being with powers he could never have dreamed of. Happy to have this feeling of mortality, to feel as if she could kill him if she wanted to. Yet she was right. Why was it amongst fear and a will too live, he felt ashamed. Was it because he lost or how badly he got his ass kicked around? Dain believed himself to be more rational than that. Amatricina was by far the strongest foe he had ever encountered, possibly the most amazing, but definitely the most fearsome and terrifying. Was it a shame he lost to a woman? No not even that. There had not even been any stakes. He had not been fighting for his pride, to kill her or to complete a mission. All he had done was simply show her the super saiya-jin form she wanted.

However that was not what he had given her and suddenly he understood his shame. “Yes… that was shameful I guess and I apologize for the lame show. It seems I am more out of practice then I thought…” He said with gritted teeth as his laughter came to an abrupt stop and his right hand formed into his fist as he let his head fall backwards into the wet ground underneath him. As he understood the source of his shame, it washed over him like tidal wave. It was not the shame of losing, but rather that he had seemed to have forgotten to be a warrior. For far too long he had fought with just his raw power. How long had it been since he tried to control lightning or even fought for a real goal. Dain could barely remember.

He could not help but winch at her harsh words and her harsh treatment. At the beautiful demoness remark that he was not even worth killing though he felt both happiness and disappointment at the same time. It was a roller coaster of feelings he had not felt for far too long and it was all because of her… “T-hank you.” He said with a weak, but sincere grin as his gaze diverted from her impressive features to the cloud of darkness and if had felt fear before, he could not express the feeling he had now. It felt as if the darkness could penetrate into his very soul and those eyes capable of tearing the soul apart with a single look. A shiver ran over his body, followed by a loud scream as she planted her boot onto him, causing blood to squirt from the four holes in his chest.

As the demoness continued to speak though she accidentally touched a nerve. It was true he would love to see more of her, as this was the most fun he had in a while and he doubted that after this encounter he would find it fun going back to hi-jacking freighters. Not to mention he had never been around a demon, let alone such a prominent one. The chances to learn about her race were possible a unique, one time opportunity. What was even more intriguing were those dragon balls. Perhaps he could steal them from her and wish for his mortality or learn about them and do it later on his own. Her offer was truly not a bad one, not to mention it would mean she would let him live.

He had a way out. He still had enough power left to use instant transmission to go back to the penthouse, grab the senzu bean in his jacket pocket and run. The demoness had shown to be capable of appearing anywhere she wanted as well, but he could keep running if he needed to for a long time.

However despite everything, despite the pain of her heel penetrating his lung, he only felt anger. It was not his body she was crushing, it was his pride. She could call him vermin all she wanted, but all her offer meant was servitude. He would not gain anything, no money or glory… it would just have been pity. She would let him live in order for servitude. He screamed in pain as she continued to put pressure on him and his hand reached out to grab her foot, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. He was tired and he had been for a very long time, so her offer should have been good… yet every fiber in his being, every thought in his mind rejected it. For him to become a slave, to serve without anything to gain. If he felt shame before, he could not even imagine how that would be.

To serve her… it was a maddening thought. To serve someone who clearly saw him as vermin. She might be right, but that was not something he could accept. To serve as a slave… NEVER!

Anger and pride rose in his broken body as the one word kept swirling inside his mind and the air around his body began to vibrate. “I… WILL… NEVER… BE… A… SLAVE!” He said angrily, gasping for air to speak, as he pushed himself upwards to be able to look her in his eyes, ignoring the heel that was penetrating deeper into his lung. “I AM A WARRIOR! SO EITHER HIRE ME OR GRANT ME A WORTHY DEATH!” He spoke with a fury and pride in his voice he barely recognized. Deviant, but softly, lacking the power to raise his voice anymore. Clods of blood and saliva flying out of his mouth as he spoke each word.

With his last remaining strength he placed his fingers on his forehead and vanished, only to appear three feet away from her, back on his feet. His breathing shallow and painful, his legs barely able to hold his weight. He barely was able to muster the strength to summon his sword, stabbing it into the ground as soon as it touched his hand, so he could lean on it. “Your call, my queen.” He muttered as his strength faltered and he was hanging more onto his sword, than standing on his legs. Unaware of what he accidentally had just said. He was consciously fighting for his pride, but unknown even to him he had already me accepted the inevitable.

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