A new comrade- Inoko

Once again Okara was in the training room. After hearing about the attack by Brokka he had done whatever he could to make himself stronger. The saiyan had not only destroyed the colony but he also brought most of the saiyan warriors inches from death. And where was Okara during the entire thing, he was sleeping in the training room which just so happened to avoid destruction.

Though there was no way for him to know that the attack had happened it still didn't stop the guilt from flowing through Okara's body. He was a saiyan, though he was one of the youngest on the ship he should have at least done something other then sleep. But what would have happened if he had been there? Would he have been able to avoid everything bad that happened? Probably not, but he could have done something.

Punching at the air continuing to train Okara sighed as the sweat began to form on his brow. The voices in his head had been silent for a while and that wasn't always a good thing, usually he would hear them scream at him to train but Okara guessed that since he was already training the voices had nothing else to say.

Just recently escaping the cool grasps of cryostasis, Inoko was quite out of practice for what must of been like twenty-something years or so but it all felt like a really long nap. If she didn't know better she would have assumed no time had passed but judging from the muscle loss she had gone through that just wasn't so. She needed to gain back some strength quite desperately so off to the training room it was. She had also been brought up to speed by a saiyan comrade kind enough to tell her where everything she really needed to know was and anything extra would be like a little adventure or whatnot.

But what was really getting to her was that for a whole twenty years she had eaten absolutely nothing, not even a single piece of Xeno flesh, how she craved to eat at least an arm of a creature belonging to an alien race. Saiyans were gross, she had once gotten a taste of saiyan from some meat she ordered by accident, maybe the spoils of a fight a weakling was unfortunate enough to lose. Never again. She would remember that smell as if her life depended on it. Regardless, entering the training room she met the saiyan that was currently training, rather her eyes did, she was still at the door. She had been in cryostasis during the whole Brokka thing so she knew little about that.

Walking up to the guy she could clearly see from his movements that he was clearly stronger than her in every imaginable combative way. She wouldn't have a chance of keeping up if she tried facing him but maybe he could help get her back on her feet. "Oi, hotshot! You seem to have recovered from cryostasis quite well, huh? Would you mind sparing a few moments helping a comrade get back on her A-game, maybe a few tips?" Simple enough, straight to the point, wasted no time unnecessarily. She really wanted to get stronger again, this was like before she beat her father, sure her power level had increased a little but her physical state was far less well off than her spiritual state at the moment. "By the way, name's Inoko." She introduced herself, for some reason having decided to float upside down. It was a bit random but whatever, what she couldn't believe was that she forgot to introduce herself.

Okara looked at the girl who had come up to him asking him to spar. He hadn't seen her around the base before. Though he did spend most of his time sleeping in the training room and eating in the cafeteria rather than getting acquainted to the residents of the base. From her greeting he took it that the girl who introduced herself as Inoko had just gotten out of the cryostasis chamber considering she was asking Okara to help her get back on 'her A-game.' Okara looked the girl up and down, she was shorter than he was but she looked to be a year or maybe two older than he was and a class or two higher as well. Okara usually imagined himself to be the weakest on the base but he may have been mistaken, all that training might've paid off. Unfortunately Okara didn't want to spar, but he had no choice, the voices in his head had awoken and begun screaming at him to take the offer. Okara did smack himself to concentrate and get himself out of his head and back to reality.

Okara picked up one of the scouters that was laying around a placed it on himself. Pressing the switch he looked at Inoko and his eyes widened. Her power level was 10,000... and she said she was off her A-game, his power level at it's highest when he was put in the cryo-chamber was 10, 000 but his scouter read his own power level at the moment as 10x as much as hers so he just stared at the scouter stunned. Removing the equipment from his face he threw it against the wall saying that the scouter must be broken. No way his power level was that high, couldn't be higher than a high class saiyan.

"My name is Okara" Okara said introducing himself. Taking a step back he stood back not taking a fighting stance. Okara wanted to see how strong the saiyan girl really was, it would be no fun if he killed her by accident so Okara was going to keep an eye on his power output to make sure he didn't slip and obliterate the girl on the spot. Smiling slightly and motioning for her to attack he said, "Sure, let's see what you got.. Never sparred with a high class saiyan before." Okara stood awaiting Inoko's response, He didn't want to make the first move, that would be too much work.

Inoko knew something was up now, he had thrown the scouter against the wall, claiming it was broken. But what got her was the look of disbelief at the results he got, that was a bit worrying, she dressed like a high-class saiyan merely because she was born into such a family, in regards to her power, sure it was higher than the average saiyan used to be but she'd looked around and this seemed to be minimal. Who knew, she may have been a bit above average before but now was just pitiful. She might even need to give it her all merely to survive even if he was to hold back. "Its a pleasure to meat you Okara-sama." So yeah her honorific system was very different from the others of her class, she actually liked people coming from a lower class more.

Wait, what was that about a spar. "KYIIEEEEH?! I said sparing not sparring!" She exclaimed, comically falling on her head. "Well, I guess that would help." So he thought that class actually meant something too, what was with all these saiyans and believing that a higher class meant a stronger saiyan? "Please, don't sell yourself short. From the speed of your punches I saw, I'm not likely going to stand a chance and I realize that so...LET'S DO THIS!" A flush of determination to survive his attacks flooded into her soul, that in itself would be victory enough for her today.

Since it seemed like he wanted her to make the first move, Inoko would be happy enough to oblige. To start off she'd try to get in close enough to carry out her plans. The female saiyan launched herself with a two fisted punch straight at Okara, which she honestly expected him to catch. As soon as that happened she would perform her first ki-based technique. Aiming her eyes at his ankles, a pair of purple lasers would blast out at his feet, hopefully hitting for a little bit of a chance to slow him down a notch. Maybe he'd even let go of her and she could move back a few steps but she wouldn't hold her breath for anything too much. After all he was far stronger than her and she knew it.

Okara raised an eyebrow when she called him Okara-sama. Okara-sama? Okara was a low class saiyan and not only that he wasn't even apart of the military or a doctor. He was just a normal low class saiyan that got his power level through training. He had no idea why he was even on the base, he was basically dead weight on the base. He wasn't a warrior or a healer he had just woken up and started training. He couldn't clean or operate the equipment infront of him which was the reason he almost never wore a scouter, it would somehow malfunction whenever he had it. The only thing he was good at was cooking it seemed and even then saiyans don't savor the food they eat they just gulp it down. Sighing he responded "Please Inoko, just call me Okara.. Okara-sama doesn't sound right.."

Okara laughed at Inoko's fall. He understood what she said perfectly before but how was he going to be what she was able to do and benefit himself at the same time? By sparring of course. Seeing the way she fought could have given him some more ideas on how he could fight. Okara's fighting style was abit unorthodox he never had any formal training. He just blended whatever he saw and could mimic together to form a somewhat coherent fighting style. He wondered how the girl could make such jokes in such a dangerous situation, with freeza coming to finish off the saiyans. as he was contemplating Inoko's compliment fell on deaf ears.

Then it seemed that Inoko finally wanted to fight. She launched herself at Okara, she fired herself and used her two fist punch at Okara. It looked like she was putting herself into the attack entirely. Which was never good... at least for her. Okara concentrated as he placed some energy into both of his hands. He fired a ki blast at Inoko as she flew at him. Whether or not it would hit her or nor the energy blast would flash and explode. Then while she was distracted by the blast she would find the familiar saiyan behind her with the second ki blast in his right hand smiling.

"Tip number one: never leave your back open"

Okara sent the ki blast at Inoko expecting it to blast her in the back. The blast wasn't strong enough to kill her but strong enough for it to hurt. It was a simple maneuver that Okara executed all he did was distract his opponent with one thing and attack them from behind. It saved Okara time and energy... which was something he liked. Whether or not it hit a cloud of smoke came up from the blast. Jumping back Okara wondered what happened to the female saiyan.

Well that certainly did not work, the ki blast enveloped the lasers with no problem, that's what she got for using a weak technique like that, sure it was useful but power wise it was not a good choice to do much with. Inoko was a lighthearted person and she didn't really care much for being attacked by Frieza, she used to order flesh from the PTO after all and she was thankful for such services. But it was back to the battle now, which if she was correct the theme music should kick in at anytime now. "Where in the hell is the battle music, ya stupid writer! I oughta beat ya!"
"Please don't kill me." (random words from the imaginary kai in her head, Inokai)

"That's right! Gawd, love this song." Snapping back to reality she extended her fingers and upturned the floor to block the incoming blast, creating a hole in the ground in which she'd take cover in. As the second shot hit the ground she began running around under the floor and charging up another attack. It was a guesstimate as to where he was as she just was running where her position allowed her and the flash of vision let her remember. She took two of her fingers on each hand and spread her arms apart, quickly releasing a crescent shaped wave of ki back up into the room. She flew out of the hole she made with her attack yelling out a strange reference. "And a merry christmas to you too!"

"That was a good tip there, I'll return the favour. Always take advantage of the environment, right?" She hadn't actually expected the second attack but rather had wanted to escape into a place where she couldn't be seen, misdirection and surprise were the best weapons of someone at a disadvantage. Though she didn't escape that last hit completely unharmed, just now noticing, her right leg was now bleeding a bit and had some visible burns, however she didn't grimace in pain. No, she did quite the opposite, her face had a lewd blush and with her fingers she trailed some of the blood up to her mouth, satisfied with the flavour. While saiyan flesh was nasty, it was only the texture of the muscles she hated, the blood was savoury sweet. "Thank you sir, may I have another?"

Okara smiled when he blasted Inoko under the ground and flew a back abit. He wondered what her next move could possibly be would it be an attack from the back or something even better. Would it be something that would actually hurt or hit him. Okara pondered this before wondering if he had actually hurt her at all. He didn't put his all in the blast so it shouldn't have killed her. In his mind Okara could hear a voice prodding his mind. "Oooohhhh little brother!!!~~~ Can I  play with this one?~~<3" Okara sighed. "You! no way.. I don't need you to kill her... think of how much trouble I'd be in" The voice didn't let up. "Pluuuesssseee, Pretty please~~ I'll make the others let up on your training~ <3"  Okara sighed. "Fine but don't do anything stupid."

Gathering energy together Okara's powel level increased dramatically back to 107,000 before splitting his body and his power into 4 parts. After splitting his body one of the parts began to strip off it's clothing leaving only it's bottoms untouched. "What are you doing?!?" Okara asked one of his parts. The part smiled and winked at Okara. "Just showing off our sexy body." Okara sighed and abosorbed the other two clones to bring his power somewhat near his full power and was about to fly away when Inoko jumped out and sent a blade like attack at Okara and his feminine clone. The energy blast exploded when it came into contact with something. The smoke cleared and a single Okara was there when the mist cleared. He stood there with both of his hands behind his head and his abs and pelvis were pointed outwards nearly unharmed there was a bit of dirt here and there.

"Ohhh that tickled, could you do that again sweetie. <3" The feminine Okara said.

The real Okara was sitting behind a pillar watching the fight wondering how Inoko would deal with Okara's older brother, Alan. Watching Inoko lick the blood from her leg Okara shivered. THis was bad. It was one thing when its a spar between a normal person and a masochist but now it was a fight between two masochist. Alan was someone who enjoyed pain, he was the second strongest brother and had the greatest endurance of all of his siblings but he had one small problem... He loved to push people to their limit. He wanted to feel everything you had to offer and then finish you off.

"Come on, I'm just ASKING for it. <3" Alan said. If it wasn't for the fact that Okara really didn't expect Inoko to live he would have killed the clone imediately. Okara really didn't want his reputation to go lower than it already was

"Hmmm, I wonder if it will be as fun if you want it. Well, nothing like finding out is there?" Inoko said going through what seemed to be a swap of personalities, but really nothing of the sort, she simply had the other side in her interest as well. "Time to show the next form. INOKO! MODE CHANGE-M2S!" The look in her eye changed to that of a woman who was out to make you suffer with all she had while getting off on it. And that was about half to three quarters right. She would get off on it a bit and she would be trying to inflict pain but not particularly make anyone suffer per se. "Now, switch my song to S-Mode!" Inoko commanded her imaginary figment.


"Very good, now as you wish Okara." Secretly she was still admiring the beautiful pose he took to block the attack she sent at him, because it took balls to pelvic thrust a blade and then also somehow manage to keep said balls. She proceeded to try something a little stronger this time, something precise, painful, and if aimed somewhere differently, lethal. She began to zig zaggedly dash at Alan who seemed to want to take the hit and upon reaching a safe distance to shoot or run she flipped upside down and aimed her hand in the shape of a fake gun. Eyeing her target, she released her strongest ki attack yet straight into man's number one weakness, this was the technique known as Death Beam, if one payed attention they would realize Inoko's techniques were wierdly similar to those of Freeza's on a scaled down version.

"BANG!" Upon unleashing the technique she let it all out in a short but swift shot and was propelled back near the hole by the force released. Doing so by halting the ki release that allowed her to float, she continued to observe if he would strike back or he wanted her to take another shot at it because he was strong enough not to have felt too much of it. But seriously how tough could balls be, they would need to be made of actual steel to feel absolutely nothing, those were supposed to be sensitive.

Okara watched as his clone stood there inviting the attack from and while he wouldn't say it out loud he would have done the same thing she had done. Send a energy blast directly at Alan's crotch at least to stop him from being crazy. Scratching his head Okara wondered if Alan had been beaten by the girl and if it was time for Okara to get in the fight. Clenching his fist he almost lept from his hiding spot but he realized that his power wasn't returning. Why? There was no way Alan could have survived that, at least unscathed. Smoke had formed around Alan and a scream could be heard resonating through the room. Okara eyes widened as the smoke around Alan cleared. The masochist was holding himself smiling in pleasure.

"Ahhh yes, so... good... please let me feel more... more... no, that would be unfair... I should let you experience this.... this... ecstasy <3 Allow me to provide you with such pleasure <3" Alan said caressing his face which made Okara look like he was caressing his own face.

Looking at Alan's crotch Okara could see that the clothing was burned but the beam hadn't caused to much damage but it looked like it really hurt. Okara sighed in relief that damage on the clone doesn't transfer to him but it did worry him. Okara tried to think for a moment about what he knew about his older brother. First he remembered that his brother was a super masochist, possibly gay, and liked to dress in women's clothing... Okay the last two had no relevance to the situation at hand but he did remember two other things. Alan had two fatal flaws. First one was while he loves to let his opponent to get at least one hit on him and the other was when he was very stimulated he would sometimes accidentally kill his opponent.

Fortunately the latter has at least a warning sign when he does it. He compliments something about his opponent and it isn't something like, 'that attack was powerful' it usually had something to do with their physical appearance. So as long as Alan didn't say anything about Inoko's appearance her life would only somewhat be in danger. Alan's energy moved into his hands and he fired multiple shots down at Inoko. The energy blast rained from above. They came down fast but they didn't matter to Alan since he was much faster than the blasts he sent out. In moments he had already closed most of the gap between Inoko and himself with his superior speed.

"I hope you'll be able to enjoy this exquisite pain."