He stood there, with his fists clenched. It was another day. Another day of being broken and beaten by Rupiri. While the senzu capsules may have healed the bruises, burns and broken bones, his pride still hurt. "Tch... One day, I'll beat you." He started. "Over, and over again, just like you've done for me and I'll laugh."

She stood there, smirking at him, her body wasn't so much as scuffed. "You did that before, and it pissed me off enough to get better. To break you. Over and over again."

He couldn't help but scoff. "It won't always be the way that it is, I promise you that."

She crossed her arms over her chest, standing there proudly. "I'll make sure that it is." She laughed. "A low class like you will never be able to defeat an elite like me!"

He smirked, if he can't hurt her with fists.... Then he'd use wits. "Elite huh? That's rich coming from a disgusting half breed."

He watched with some satisfaction as the smile dropped from her face. "This 'Disgusting half breed' is not only stronger than you. But was adopted by the royal family, you fucking dog!"

He snickered, a smug grin coming over his face. "How's that family doing, eh?"

He watched her face morph from annoyed to shocked with great pleasure. "Y-you..."

He waited, that smug grin never leaving his face. "They're dead..." She started "They're all fucking dead..."

His smile lessened a bit, but was still there. "Well, what do you know? Words hurt just as much as fists, huh?"

A hateful sneer came over her face then, directed at him. "You don't even have an inch of pride, do you? You're a disgrace to our race!" He couldn't help but laugh at that one.

"I have pride. Pride in the things I make, the things I help create. But pride in my race? They deserved what they got." It was his turn to cross his arms over his chest with a scowl.

She spat on the floor of the training chamber. "Disgusting, absolutely disgusting, that someone like you could have been born a saiyan."

"At least one of us was." He said disinterestedly.

She growled, her behaiviour becoming more manic. "When our race is resurrected, I'll make sure you're the first weakling they remove!" She was shouting at him now. "And then, I will take a planet, just for me and my sister, so we can live there forever, happily!" Her crazed laughter echoed across the chamber.

He couldn't help but shake his head. "Your sister must be ashamed of you."

Once again he saw shock flit across her face. "A-ashamed? What are you even talking about? Of course she's proud of me, I'm one of the strongest warriors!"


"But so incredibly stupid when it comes to anything else." He told her.

"How dare you...!" Her fists clenched at her sides.

Targos could feel her power spiking, either his plan was going to work, or he'd destroy Conton city. He felt a bead of sweat drip down the back of his neck. He made a shooing motion with his hand. "Run along to your sister, half breed."

"Not before I break your windpipe and watch you slowly suffocate, weakling!" She took a stance, getting ready to attack. With the amount of power she was putting out she could easily break him in two. He was going to actually have to try this time, or else it would all come crumbling down.

He took his own stance, getting ready. "Like I said, stupid!"

"Hah! It sounds like you think you can beat me!" She launched herself forward at him, leading with a punch.

He hopped back and darted back in, aiming a flurry of punches at her chest and face, each being parried. "I have and will do so again." he growled.