Post by Dinah Whenever on Jun 3, 2013 1:48:20 GMT
"Neg, I swear to God, if you're pulling one over on me-"
"I'm not! I promise! Those are the coordinates they gave me."
"Who's 'they' Neg?"
"You know. Um..."
"Neg?"
"....Lieutenant Kohnoha...."
With a curse, Dinah hung up. Negi was an idiot. A cowardly, little shit. A little shit who had sent her out in the middle of the desert without realizing that this "special mission" was a prank. She shoved the phone into her back pocket, glaring out over the landscape. Her hair, brown with streaks of blond was tied up in a messy ponytail. Not her usual style, but necessary in the heat. Honey brown eyes stared out across the desert, her scowl adding to her edgy look. A black bandeau bralette with a caged back, covered by an over-sized red and black razor-back tank top covered her chest. Short black shorts and over the knee black boots completed her look. It wasn't ideal for the hot weather, but when Dinah flew out here, she hadn't exactly expected it. With another scowl, she jumped from the edge of the plateau she had stood upon.
In seconds, she flew back up, her ki keeping her aloft. Out here, she was in plain sight flying. But, in a wasteland like this, she'd be in plain sight no matter what. She was in a foul mood. Her whole day was ruined because of this. Kohnoha would be in a bar, roaring with laughter at the thought of her out here on a wild goose chase. Day after day she had had to deal with that poor excuse for a living creature and she was done. Her hands clenched into fists, sparks of her ki bursting around them. As soon as she got back, she was going to beat him until his bones were dust. Then she'd chew out Negi. The man was a fool, knowing full well that Kohnoha hated her. And yet, he still followed "orders," sending her out here into the middle of the desert without even a warning.
Silently, she halted, hovering in the air. Kohl-lined eyes gazed down at the endless desert, her scowl turning into a soft frown. For ten years she's been doing this. Go here, go there. Fight this, kill that. The Saiyans used her. For their dirty work, and in cases like this, their entertainment. Sh liked to lie to herself, pretend that Negi at least was her ally. But, even she knew he only wanted her. How many nights had she pretended to sleep, knowing he watched her longingly from the doorway into her room. Claiming to be her friend and creator, and yet...knowing nothing of her systems, never having her back. Her hands clenched tighter, her scowl returning. How many more years of this was she supposed to take? To endure?
With a cry of fury she turned, finger pointed at the rock wall she had just flown from. Silver-colored ki flew from her finger, blasting into the rock, a large hole created from her blast.