"Zhenny, check them out! I thought we were fast, but they put us to shame!" commented Monroe.
"I know," Zhen replied. "Now I know who we really were up against!"
The two fighters continued battling each other. Marron reached in with a right cross, but Piccolo moved out of the way and flew behind her. Before she knew it, Piccolo kicked her straight in the face, sending her flying back. She stopped in mid flight.
"You're going to pay, you FAGGOT!" she yelled.
"Bring it on!" Piccolo said back.
Marron charged Piccolo again. She threw a flurry of punches and managed a kick in his mid section. Piccolo caught her next punch and countered with a punch square to her jaw. She stumbled back. Piccolo flew over to her to continue his attack.
"EAT THIS, FUCKER!" she exclaimed. She began to shoot a series of beams toward Piccolo. They hit him straight on, but she continued blasting. She continued several seconds until there was a huge cloud. Finally she stopped.
"See how you like that!" she said.
When the smoke cleared, Piccolo was standing there with his arms crossed, unharmed. Marron gasped.
"Give it up, Marron. You can't defeat me." he said.
"I'll let you win this time, but I'm still going with the Dragonballs!"
With that, she formed a large energy orb and blasted the floor with it causing and explosion. She immediately hid her Ki so she wouldn't be detected. She grabbed a hold to the bag of Dragonballs and flew down to the Earth.
"Shit!" Piccolo said, after the smoke cleared. "I lost her! And the bitch took the Dragonballs!"
Zhen and Monroe looked up at the strange green man. He was pretty tall, probably 6'3" or 6'4". He was wrinkled by age. This was Zhen's master's master.
He flew down toward Dende and Popo. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"Were fine thanks to you, Piccolo." Dende said. "It's a good thing you came when you did."
"Yes, thank Kami, you are still here." Popo added.
Dende looked toward where Zhen and Monroe were standing. "Oh, I almost forgot, you also helped us. What are your names, young men?"
"My name is Zhen, sir, and this is my friend, Monroe. Marron and her companion over there, Rhea, stole my Dragonball, and I just want it back. We followed her and she led us to here."
The Earth Guardian thought about this. "I gave the Dragonballs to several tribes for safety. How did you get yours, son?
"Well, it belonged to my master, Sakoo, sir," Zhen replied.
At this Piccolo's eyes widened. "Sakoo? Your master is Sakoo?"
"Yes, Mr. Piccolo, my master told me all about you. He taught me everything I know."
"Then you must be a remarkable fighter."
"Well, how about you stay with us for a while," Popo offered. "It's the least we can do."
Monroe said, "Well, we really don't have anywhere else to go. Sure, why not!"
Piccolo asked, "What about her?"
They all turned to the still unconscious Rhea.
"I'll take care of her." Zhen said.
