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Chestra rubbed her shaven head that had not a strand of red or green hair and scratched her panther nose, as Gegron’s soldiers led her out to the fighting arena where she would meet her death—supposedly. She fingered the electronic slave collar that held her neck only loose enough not to strangle her. When her Egimarian masters first realized that she had secret telekinetic powers, one of the few intelligent Egimarian scientists developed the collar to prevent her from using those powers. However, the scientist involved had been unable to restrain any other of Chestra’s peculiar abilities. “Well, little wench,” one of the soldiers said, for Chestra was only four-feet, seven inches tall, “you’re finally going to get what you deserve.” Chestra smirked. He had no more brains that Gegron or Egron did; in fact, none of these Egimarian idiots excelled in the intelligence department. Chestra herself did not have many book smarts (except from what she had learned from one of her previous masters), but she definitely had above-average street smarts, and she was as good as outwitting people, as she was fighting them. “Are you so sure that it will be me who gets what I deserve?” Chestra purred in her silky voice. “How do you know that it won’t be your famous beast that gets what it deserves?” The soldiers laughed loudly. “What a fool you are!” they crowed. “No one yet has ever survived our beast! You are not the first one to declare that you would survive him!” “I’m probably not,” Chestra said smoothly, “but I will definitely be the last.” The soldiers laughed even louder. Chestra smirked again; these pathetic Egimarians wanted a good show. Well, they were certainly in for a treat. The soldiers brought Chestra to a metal grate that separated them from the arena and the beast that was supposed to kill Chestra. Chestra observed the beast; the animal was twenty-feet tall, and it was a dragon. The dragon was bright red, with its scales trimmed in gold. The gigantic wings were also gold, and the dragon’s claws were as longer than Chestra’s body. But Chestra was unfazed. It had not been the first time that someone had tried to put her to death by having someone fight her to the death; she wondered how many more times that she would have to go through this before she died. Chestra puffed her slender, short body up proudly as the grate rose, allowing her to enter. The soldiers shoved her out into the arena. “KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER!” the Egimarian spectators crowed at the red and gold dragon. Chestra grinned, and then she stuck her tongue out at the crowd. The crowd booed further, but Chestra just looked at them contemptuously. She walked boldly up to the dragon, which couldn’t talk, and she looked straight into its deadly red eyes and said, “Good luck.” Chestra turned off all of her nerve endings then, as the dragon immediately shot fire at her. Chestra leapt out of the way; she was not able to feel pain, but she knew that being burned too many times would kill her. She opened her small, delicate-looking hands and shot black lasers from them into the dragon’s head. The lasers would not kill the dragon, but it would upset his entire nervous system, so that any pain that he felt would be ten times greater than it should be. A tiny cut would feel like a great sword gash to him. Chestra shot a green laser from her tiny mouth right at the dragon’s leg, and the dragon howled in agony; for anyone else, that laser would not have been extremely painful, but to the beast, it was fifty times worse in his case. Chestra shot more green lasers, as the dragon spat fire at her. She dodged each fire attack that it her. She then leapt onto the dragon’s back and kicked his back with her foot. Normally her kick would have felt like a poking to the dragon, but now it felt like a giant pole driving into him. The crowd was stunned, for Chestra should have been dead by now. Egron and Gegron were furious; what was with their favorite beast? They all watched in amazement, as Chestra dug out her stolen shiatar that she had managed to hide from the soldiers and neatly sliced a small cut in the nape of the dragon’s neck. The dragon tried to grab her with one of his four hands, but Chestra was too quick for him. The dragon had a neck that could turn all the way around, so he turned his neck around towards Chestra, and that was its fatal mistake. The dragon managed to burn Chestra, its fire scorching her. Chestra did not cry out, of course. The burns were serious, but Chestra ignored them for right now. She was nearly nude, her scanty clothes having been burnt away, but she paid no attention to that fact. Chestra whipped out her shiatar again, and she flew up into the air right under the dragon’s head. Swiftly, she cut a long gash right down the angry dragon’s throat. The hot, golden dragon blood exploded all over her like a great tidal wave, burning her further. But she was not done yet. She then boldly reached into the dragon’s throat, as it was screaming in extreme, horrific pain, and stuck her shiatar inside the throat. She then quickly cut the dragon’s spinal and neck cords, effectively killing him once and for all. The crowd roared with cheer; for all their faults, the Egimarians could appreciate a new winner. Chestra was smart enough to jump off of the dragon, as the dragon’s body fell over onto its right side onto the cold, dirt floor of the arena. When the beast’s body hit the ground, the entire arena foundations shook like an earthquake. “HURRAH! HURRAH! YAYYYY!” the crowd cheered. Chestra strutted around the arena, like a proud rooster, basking in the crowd’s praise. It was definitely her moment of glory so far in her eighteen years. She bowed graciously to all the spectators. Egron and Gegron were still furious with her, for they both had truly wanted her to die. The leader of the Triumvirate, Morgon, was quietly watching her with interest. “Morgon, what are we to do with the slut now?” Gegron asked, like a whiny little boy instead of the great Egimarian leader that he supposedly was. “I can answer that easily.” The speaker, an alien guest who had been watching Chestra’s entire match, stepped out of his gold chair and shadows. The Triumvirate members trembled when he spoke, although they knew well who he was. Lord Frieza. |