Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

3.45 The sacrifice

It had been several minutes since the headquarters of the Tsufuls had not received signals anymore. They understood that Frosty had attacked their ships and since then they remained in the fog of war.

It made them more and more worried.

— How can we re-establish contact?

— We can't! What do you think? All means of communication are destroyed, there's not even background sizzling!

— We don't have other means?

— Like what? They're so far we don't even see them through telescopes!

— Isn't there a rebel telepath? A... a rebel with... a headset?

— They're fighting. They have more pressing issues than send an info bulletin.

— But... we... Director?

Tchiin hadn't participated in the heated exchange. She raised her head.

— We're not helping at anything anyway. Watching or not, it won't change their chances either way. We need to trust in Hanasia.

Frosty still gave no signs of existence.

Hanasia wasn't feeling good. She hadn't planned on running out of air. She was already quite tired, and the change in surrounding conditions had already modified her behavior. Given the urgency, her body had naturally reduced her rage to concentrate on survival.

Fortunately, even in the vacuum of space, a super saiyan could hold a little while. But the Demon could hold an eternity.

She had to find him.

Hanasia.

A voice inside her head! And pictures as well. It reminded her when Bourgo had shown her the way to the bomb. It was the same thing. It was the same person, as a matter of fact.

She glanced at the ground and saw the body of the Namekian between clods of overturned earth. Several... important pieces were missing though.

Go this way. Frosty can't escape my senses. I'll guide you.

The image she saw was the entry of a corridor that led to the field. She followed.

Was the green warrior dead and talking to her as a ghost? Maybe he had said something to the Demon along the lines of: "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine."?? Or maybe he just wasn't dead.

I'm not dead, but I won't last much longer. Hurry.

The pictures changed as she advanced.

Even with the rarefied air, Hanasia's movements created some sound and wind. Frosty heard her coming. How did she know where he was? He had remained in trance, lying on the bed of the infirmary, regaining his strength. When he had injected the medicine, it had disturbed him a little, but it was ever so short! One needed impeccable perceptions to have localized him at that moment...

Slowly, he raised himself. She was gaining on him fast. He put his back against the wall, just next to the door. She'd enter, he'd attack her by surprise.

Hanasia was rushing through the last straight line.

Hit through the wall, there.

— Uh, why?

Hearing her question, Frosty moved away from the way quickly, and threw a large energy attack through the door. The corridor exploded. It barely burnt the hairs of Hanasia, however, the hull of the ship was torn apart.

Why you idi...!!

— I'm not just going to listen blindly!

The demon didn't need to leave the infirmary that was now missing a wall and floor. He descended among the debris into another corridor and disappeared. Hanasia followed.