Onyxeyi tapped her glass arm of her throne in irritation. She looked at the doors to her chamber as Zashiki led the three women inside. Onyxeyi couldn't believe her eyes. "Good taste in desires for dresses girls. You look absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Onto other business, the reason why I called you here is because you all have talents. Bulma you once had the world at your feet with your scientific mind. Chichi you once were a warrior. 18 you could have had the world at your fingertips." The demon said softly.

"But ladies, you can be in control again." Onyxeyi chuckled.

"What do you mean we can be in control again?" Bulma asked.

"What if I offered you power, in exchange for performing a few simple tasks for me? To be more powerful than your spouses and old enemies? To demand respect and take control of what is rightfully yours. Would you accept my offer?" the she-demon purred.

"Not if it meant hurting anyone no." Bulma replied swiftly.

"Bulma, wait. I haven't been that much of a challenge to my husband. Maybe if he sees that I can stand up to him, be his equal I would be respected more than just being a common housewife. What about you, don't you get tired of being bossed around by Vejita? Kami knows I would." Chichi said.

"Maybe your right. If I possessed power to show him I am not weak maybe he would respect me more. What about you 18?" Bulma asked.

"I am all for it. Krillen wouldn't have to worry about a new enemy if I was there to protect my daughter and him." 18 replied.

"Good. Exactly what I wanted to hear. Please come forward little ones." Onyxeyi purred. (This is working out better than I had hoped for.) She thought.

Bulma held Chichi's hand, which in turn she held 18's hand. "No turning back ok girls? Its time we defended ourselves." 18 murmured.

With that Onyxeyi raised her delicate arms and extended her leathery wings. "Give these women power and magic beyond their dreams! Take their soul and give it to me!"

All three looked at the demon goddess in horror. Had they really sold their souls to the devil?

A blood red glow formed from the demon's fingertips and enveloped the women immediately. "Let it be known these three are in my protection. Death shall not overtake them!" With a final cry from the demon goddess each of the women were covered with fire.

Words of terror tried to form in each of their mouths but no sounds emitted. The powerful flames started tearing through their skin mixing with their blood taking out what purity they had left in their heart. As Onyxeyi lowered her hands the flames disappeared. "You may speak now, tell me how does it feel to be powerful?"

Chichi just stared in amazement. With the least of effort she produced a flame in the ball of her hand, violet mixing with black, colors not normal to be gaseous. "What does this mean?"

"My little hell-cat, you have the magic of sheer power. Black for dominance and violet for passion. Your spells will come at your command at any time. I can only protect you three from death but not from pain."

"Lady Onyxeyi, what does mine and 18's mean?" Bulma apprehensively asked.

"Child your power comes from coldness. Cold, not of temperature, but coldness of the heart. See the aura around you? The reason it is azure is the signal that you were denoted powers of heartlessness. Yet you also have powerful spells instead of ki attacks." The demon goddess replied as she drummed her nails on her throne. "As for 18 your power comes from lust. Any warrior that is in the mist of your spells will come crashing down to their knees. Again your power does not revolve around dominance, cold-heartedness, and lust. You have powers that seasoned warriors will fear. And rightly so." Onyxeyi said as she slowly got up.

"But enough chit chat, train and use your power to crush anyone who comes in your path. Learn what your abilities are." Onyxeyi evilly smiled. "And girls…do put those pathetic men in their place."

"Yes Lady Onyxeyi." All three responded as they dissipated back to their realm.