Whitney sits alone in the barracks, having just finished fixing her bed sheets and getting her clothes folded and moved in. She sighs in accomplishment, and lies back on the top bunk to gather her thoughts. Earlier she had seen someone very familiar entering a transport ship with two other saiyans. They were apparently being sent on a mission, and ever since their take-off she’d been wondering where she’d seen that one saiyan…
And then she remembered..
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Merritt Langley sat in the Soldier’s Bar of Planet Vegeta. Too many shots of tequila left him just a little tipsy, slightly irritated, and more cocky than usual. So when two patrons decided to mess with the quiet saiyan, hell broke loose. Merritt threw both the saiyans outside with ease, knocking the first saiyan unconscious by kneeing him in the gut, then uppercutting him. The second saiyan tried to punch Merritt back, but Merritt grabbed his fist and knocked him out with a headbutt.
Merritt belched quietly, glaring at the saiyans fallen saiyans.
“That’s what happens when motherfuckers mess with someone who was doing fucking nothing to no one! Dammit! Does anyone else wanna try and fuck with my day?! Come on!”
Merritt turned slowly in circles, looking at the bystanders outside the bar who were watching the fight.
“Come on! Does no one else have the balls to fuck with me?! Come on! Get it out of your system before I try to FUCKING RELAX AGAIN!”
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up, you over cocky bitch.”
Merritt blinked at the responder: A young woman just about two inches shorter than he, wearing a torn skirt, and shortened jacket. Her long black hair swayed as she walked towards him, she continued her blasting him.
“You wanna fucking fight? Then come on you over-drunken sack of piss!”
Merritt stops for a moment and stands up straight, looking over the woman with a confused expression, and then laughs.
“Seriously now, I wouldn’t want you to break a nail.”
Merritt turns around to walk back into the bar, but Whitney appears in front of him and plants her foot into his gut. Merritt skids back, wincing in fear of vomiting all the alcohol in his stomach. He doesn’t, fortunately, and stands back up straight.
“You’ve done messed up.”
Merritt appears above Whitney, dropping down to her shoulders, knees first. Whitney slides back, and Merritt crashes the ground as Whitney clasps her fists together and swings them at Merritt’s face. Merritt grabs her fists and pulls back, putting his feet on her stomach and launching her behind him. Whitney catches her self and slides across the ground. Whitney looks up, and Merritt’s gone.
Where the hell..?
Merritt appears behind Whitney, latching his arm onto her neck and putting her into a chokehold, and whispering in her ear.
“So, what’s your name?”
Whitney elbows him in the gut, making him weaken his grip and stagger. She grabs his arm and twists it, slamming her foot into his face and sending him staggering back again. Whitney begins to glow as she charges her energy. Merritt wipes the blood from his bottom lip and jumps towards Kurai, sending a flurry of kicks to her face. Whitney swats each of the kicks away, but is caught off-guard as Merritt lands and thrusts his knee into her gut. She doubles over for a moment as Merritt backflips to kick her in the face, but she leans back in enough time to be untouched. Merritt tries to land on his feet, but stumbles down to one knee.
“Damn.. To much alcollol.. Alcol..Allo... Liquor..”
As Merritt tries to recuperate, Whitney jumps and lands onto him with all her weight, slamming him into the ground. She walks of f him and grabs him by the hair, lifting him up to his knees and rearing back to punch him in the face. Merritt grabs her fist before she makes contact, and shoves his own fist into her gut. Whitney doubles over again, and Merritt stands to his feet, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling to back to whisper in her ear again.
“Still think you’re the shit?”
Whitney looks at him with hate as he grabs her stomach, trying to shove her away with his Ki, but accidentally forces a larger amount and sends her skidding along the dirt. Whitney lies like a ragdoll for a moment before summoning enough strength to pull herself up. She growls lowly, pointing at Merritt.
“Don’t you EVER TOUCH MY FUCKING HAIR!”
A large beam of energy flies from her finger and nails Merritt in his heart, knocking him off his feet. Before he crashes to the ground, Whitney appears in front of him and grabs his shirt, pulling him towards her and headbutting him in the face, then throwing him to the ground. Merritt lies motionless for awhile, and Whitney turns to walk away.
“Not so cocky now, huh? Son of a bitch.”
Merritt sits up, rubbing his head, and shaking off the dizziness.
“Least you could do is give me your name after having your way with me!”
Whitney stopped and smirked, looking over her shoulder and hiding a grin.
“Its Whitney. Whitney Cole.”
“Im Merritt!”
Merritt pulls himself up,
“Don’t ever hesitate t…!”
Merritt’s interrupted as Brian catches up with him.
“Where the hell’d you go? One minute your drowning yourself in booze, the next you’re yelling after a hooker.”
Merritt blinks in confusion,
“She was a hooker?”
Brian laughs,
“I don’t know! I was fuckin’ with you.”
Merritt shakes his head again,
“Ahh..”
Merritt and Brian walk back to the bar,
“What were you doing, anyway?”
“Getting my ass kicked.”
