Negi begrudgingly flew towards the capital. Her goal, to keep her body from growing weaker. The two official cities Kusatta and Vegeta city were the only proper places for sanctioned duels, the only thing you could call a sparring session between saiyans. Killing of course would be off limits.
While she spent an egregious time stomping down on the middle and lower class saiyans at Kusatta city, there was no set limit on power levels that could not fight there. Most would have their fun and call it a day, but Negi was notorious for sticking around there on her time off.
After spending nearly a year stuck on planet Vegeta as a royal warrior, practically a knight, she is now the warden of a prison filled with inexperienced and lazy Saiyans worth no more than the trash they eat. Instructing Zukki, the child of a respectable warrior was the only purpose she had. What's worse is that this is her only purpose and she has no clue how to foster growth in others. Honestly she didn't know who to turn to in a moment like this, so Negi would do what she always did, fight like every other member of her race.
The capital Vegeta city was unlike any other conglomeration on the planet. Even before the prideful king took his throne, his father, and his father before him worked to build a mecca of everything the race had to offer; however it wasn't a place that gave out anything. Rather it was a brilliant show of what they were doing for themselves. Especially now it stands as the hub for everything important going on in Planet Vegeta. All headed by the large metal castle topping the tallest curved mountain in the world.
The city itself was loud and densely populated nearly all throughout the night. It only slowed down around the time the king decided he wanted time to sleep. Yes, the entire planet bent their wills to the King's whims day in and out. Despite this military, logistics, and intelligence departments; what little the Saiyans have of them remain in operation twenty-four/seven. To keep up with their emperor's demands.
***
Negi landed on a street several blocks from her actual destination. The crowd thinned closer to the more important sectors. Weaker, less bold warriors didn't approach places they didn't belong. Only the elites or high Middle class work or spend real time this close to the foot of the mountain.
While finishing her journey she rolled her shoulders, stretching her limbs passively. Her eyes looked straight forward, still without a scouter to receive incoming transmissions. The anticipation of a real fight made her blood hot.
Today she would most likely meet her match.
The governing duels building was just a hop and a skip away and in no time she would arrive. The warrior in the know about her gave her a wide berth the entire time she strode across the pavement. Negi absolutely ignored it.
When she reaches for the door so does a large pan of a hand. This wasn't some cute event, they both fought for the right to enter. Negi's hand technically landed first before the massive fist gripped over here.
"Well if it ain't the crazy woman herself" a deep, gruff, and vibrating tone jabbed at her.
"Well if it isn't my favorite bald wi–err.." Negi stops herself from making a comment that might get her arm ripped off. "Hello Nappa!"
"Look at little old you, actually looking for a challenge today" The man grips her whole hand and yanks the door open. "Hold the door for me will ya"
Negi growled as she stumbled back, tilting her body to the side to slide right inside the building after Nappa. The door shut behind them with a click as they entered one by one.
The inside of the building like many others was sterile, not clean, just dead of any excess. Their footsteps softly echoed in the quiet room. There were a few lines for a few reception desks. Two aliens working on the sides and a decent strong looking saiyan in the middle.
Their verbal spat interrupted the whole atmosphere, the one place that isn't entirely rowdy. Despite this fact, the room was made to see this devolution of class.
"Shouldn't you be instructing the prince, what does a man of your status need in a place like this" her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Ha!" He responds with a gruff huff of a laugh. "The Prince doesn't need to be babysat like the runts you work with. Or did the prison slop already start rotting your mind"
"Ha! I don't eat that crap" she doesn't defend her station, only denies ever touching the leftover scraps they serve.
"Sure you do, scraps for scrap workers am i right?" Nappa nudged a random on-looker.
The man was confused but averted his gaze when he saw Negi's glare.
"Grr"
"Oh wait that's right, she ran away didn't she?" He remembers the fact that Zukki, or rather the child of Kappa, had been confiscated out of the prison recently and exaggerated the details to mock her.
Negi sucks in a breath, a notable lack of a comeback.
"Wow you know what, looks like that toy you kept around ran away too. Can't even find a replacement i see" he continues further and mocks her solitude.
"F*cking Bastard" Negi growls speaking an insult that even catches herself off guard, internally wondering where she picked that up from. Her tail was taut and furrowed in pure anger meanwhile Nappa's had hardly even moved.
By the time they are at the desk they are literally shoulder checking each other.
"Umm are the two of you signing up for a partner each or just a room to fight in..?" the Saiyan they instinctively approached first asks.
"Get us a large room!" They both demand aggressively at the same time.
***
The cost of a large room was realistically chump change to the salary of an elite Saiyan warrior. A high mid class saiyan would struggle to helm the cost of a large room for more than an hour by themselves. To these key figures it was simply chump change, well if you consider they don't have much to use their currency on as simple minded fighting type soldiers. Nappa and Negi both hardly cared about anything other than combat and food to begin with.
They stood a few feet away from each other in a fully illuminated large metal box. Side to side it was clear that Nappa's whole silhouette towered over Negi. He had massive arms that make the lean women's arms look like noodles, however it was nappa whose physique is abnormal. Normally she could have prided herself on the size of her thighs, but Nappa had her beat even there. Boot size, hand size, weight, their wings span, and the top of her hair only reaches the middle of his chest. Every stat was in his favor. They had agreed no armor or scouters so power levels weren't recorded personally, officially they had to be and they both just didn't look.
"Ok baldy show me something interesting" she says while stretching her arms.
Nehi is wearing a body suit that was more like a leotard that hugged her body a little bit too intimately. The line of her very modest chest could be seen pressing against the right black fabric that ends around her butt cheeks. Her toned and rippling caramel colored muscular thighs. The woman was one of the few saiyans who let her emotions control her tail as it hung loosely behind her.
"Not already entertained? You're already so boring" he guffaws while grabbing his own tail lightly as it wrapped around his waist.
In the next moment there was a palpable amount of silence. A smirk was met with pursed lips.
Negi shot forward immediately, kicking off the ground and sending her right first crashing into Nappa's jaw.
Smash!
The large man reacted perfectly to catch the fist, blocking it with his large hand. He doesn't stop there and swings his free fist wide in an arc for a hooked left punch.
"Grrr" Negi lifted her arm and braced her stance on the floor. With prepared effort she blocked the left hook from its target; the side of her face.
"Do you ever just enjoy a fight?" Negi complains as she felt him going for the kill already.
Her right fist had already retreated before it was grasped. Not that Nappa intended to grab it, he was simply creating a fist and already rearing his back for a chopping right fist.
His right fist ripped through the air downward strike that hit its mark.
Smash! Thump!
Negi got knocked down and bounced right back up by rolling her whole body backwards with the momentum. She didn't even have time to register the pain as Nappa was in front of her.
Sucking in a breath she crossed her arms to guard the incoming knee.
"I'm having fun by the way, hehaha" Nappa finally responded with a huff as he watched her get sent several feet back.
Uncrossing her arms she spits up some blood from her mouth, something cut inside her mouth most likely.
"I bet you are" she growls and stands.
Clenching her fists and growling the room and its air briefly vibrates. A thin line of visible energy outlining her form reveals itself before she goes on the offensive.
Nappa raises an eyebrow before quickly mobilizing his own energy, notably it's significantly slower of a process for him.
Smash!
Negi sends a right straight to the side of his cheek at a speed nappa couldn't react to right now. Shifting her body in the air she combos her opportunity with a left kick to his other cheek. Feeling the necessity to fully capitalize on this she shifts her body to fly down quickly and throws a series of punches to his massive gut.
Smash!
Wham!
Thump!
The sound of her strikes slowly start sounding less effective and she looks up to see a grinning nappa. His face red and his cheeks scuffed, but otherwise the same pretty face as always–or at least that's what he would say while looking in a mirror.
"Geheheha" he laughs like he's enjoying this.
Nappa brought his arm up faster than he had moved previously and sent his elbows into her shoulder. Negi's mistake was trying to capture this behemoth's log of an arm.
"Eyyaaah" Negi lets out a cry of pain as the attack lands just enough to jab the sharp end of his elbow into her shoulder. Thankfully the pain doesn't weaken her resolve and the momentum is halted.
The huge man had finally increased the energy levels in his body to keep up. The air now thick with the mixture of their increased power. The temperature rose like two heaters were flipped on.
Nappa pressed his free hand onto his Bicep, gripping into his own muscle tightly. The downward force of his elbow increased.
Negi felt an electric shock of pain shoot through her body as the pressure increased on her shoulder. The man's elbow dug in slowly and finally she couldn't take it. Before her knees could buckle she pushed up with all her strength. Jetting far back in retreat before going right back in only to hesitate in throwing an attack.
Nappa's energy levels steadily rose with great effort, the evidence was the bead of sweat on his forehead and a bulging vein on his temple. His muscles all flexed for a nearly intangible effort.
His fist flew forward at a speed Negi wouldn't have been able to dodge at the start of this fight. Within the twenty minutes that had already passed the warm up was over.
She did her best effort in dodging the attack, it looked like she slipped on the outside, when in reality she just barely dodged it. Negi watched him pull his fist back and swing with his opposite arm.
"Huaaa" she gasps in a successful effort to Dodge that attack too.
"Haaaaa!" A low roar starts in Nappa's throat as he picks his foot up. Accurately slamming the flat of it into Negi's chest and sending her flying back all the way to the side wall opposite the entrance. "Ha!"
Slam!
Negi's back hits the wall and she falls to the floor right after. She's on her hands and knees, blood on her face, and is now coughing.
"Aham hmm..F*ck" standing to her feet she lifts her hand in an attempt to shoot off a desperate energy blast only to remember it was against the rules. In the end she is terrified of the King and his punishments so the energy dissipates before it could properly form.
"Neat trick. Whose instructing who again? Are you or is that runt Sharing cult abilities with you instead?" He says and although he is far off the mark to an incredibly ignorant degree, his intuition of her faster growing energy(guessing not sensing) is spot on.
Nappa ignored the energy blast attempt this time.
"You think that's a trick?" She muttered just loud enough for him to hear in the silent room.
Her finger nails scrape the metal floor as they become fists. Her energy levels rise once more before she shoots her body forward, notably the right shoulder is used for this attack.
Nappa is forced to take a step back as the force is more than respectable. The clash of their two energies created a resounding…
Smash!
The sound reverberated through the room unnaturally. The air shook in the hot collision of their bodies.
"You must be dumber than you look, if you think i use tricks to win my fights" she drives her left fist into his gut.
Wham!
Negi winces nearly unnoticeably. Before Nappa could grab her in a bear hug she pushed off and landed with her feet on the floor. Hopping lightly from one foot to the others.
Left to right and right to left. Suddenly she jolts to the nappa's left side. Right jabs up and down the man's upper body to his head.
His right arm blocks and he dodges to the Left to avoid more punches to his body. Nappa attempts to attack her left side and she completely dodges.
The session between them started to evolve into a rush of strikes, jabs, and dodges. Nappa may be a block head, but combat was where he would always remain an expert especially when watching a wounded animal struggle to survive.
***
An hour or so into their session the both of them are now sweating profusely. The built up energy turns the room into a sauna of their power. Before Negi could hide her pain, but now she was actively working to not touch her own left shoulder.
Nappa had taken a painful amount of strikes to his body. Welts forming all across with only a few near the vital areas.
Negi huffed and gasped as it felt like the pain had pushed her too far. She felt the energy now slipping from her, unable to concentrate or generate more.
"So..my place after this..or are you…" she struggled to stand taking a step towards the man already catching his own breath. "Loyal even to the dead"
Her own exhaustion lets her cross that line and barely avoid the fury wafting off of Nappa. Her eyes go blurry and she slips forward to dodge.
Perhaps it was her instinct or just the luck of exhaustion as his fist cuts only a stand off the top of her hair before she eats the metal floor.
Thump!
The floor itself is what knocked her out as she didn't have energy to catch herself. Later she would find herself snugly placed in a healing chamber, one made for a child.