Raditz's Quest to Escape From Hell

Raditz and Princess Snake

Raditz tapped his foot against the floor.

'Just how long does it take to get into battle attire?'

He had been waiting just shy of ten minutes by this point, still in the dining hall. He knew that women in the Frieza Force took half the time, maybe less, just like the men.

'She'll soon learn that it's unwise to keep a Saiyan waiting.'

Clang!

"Augh-! CAN YOU NOT DO THAT?!" Raditz screamed at the lady close by him.

"M- m- my apologies! But Her Highness is ready to begin...!" the attendant shivered in fright.

"Raditz, my attendants mean well, dear!"

The Princess entered, dressed in a sleeveless one-piece gi with opaque tights, and surprisingly, high heels. Her hair was styled into a lavish bun atop her head.

"Were nine of those ten minutes for your hair, woman?" Raditz mocked.

She huffed in indignation. "How dare you!"

"Your Highness," an attendant bowed, "the arena is ready to go."

Princess Snake smiled, attempting to ignore what Raditz had just said. "Excellent. This way, then, Raditz."

Raditz followed behind everyone, taking in the over-the-top decor once again with an intrigued expression. He shook his head.

"I haven't had many opportunities to use my fighting arena. But oh, for you and I, it will be perfect!" the Princess informed.

"You seem to not settle for anything less than perfect," Raditz responded.

She pouted. "But of course, or I wouldn't be a princess!"

An attendant approached. "Your Highness. Will you require a referee for the match?"

"Hm... I think not. Would you like one?"

"No," Raditz groaned out impatiently.

"Well, then. Let us start."

The two made their way onto the arena that was similar in appearance to the one from the Cell Games, but the stone was maroon with crystal spires sticking out from all four corners.

"I assume this is plenty enough space for you?"

"Yes, now let's get on with it already!" Raditz said, "I want to see the full power of a goddess!"

"Do I hear you being cocky before we've even started?"

"I am no ordinary Mid-class Saiyan. In life I was a member of one of the Super Elite squads. Now... come at me, woman!"

Raditz only slightly crouched, not fully on-guard just yet. Her dainty appearance suggested she didn't train much. But, he had been told a tale in Hell by the other Saiyan residents that the gods in the afterlife were supposedly all really proficient in fighting, with higher power levels and more techniques compared to mortals.

Princess Snake got into her battle stance which to Raditz looked similar to Vegeta's, what with her curled fingers and her devious smirk. Though to us it would look more like Yamcha's battle stance. Predatory. Calculating. And unpredictable. There was a glint in her ruby irises.

She dashed forwards with such velocity that made Raditz dodge away sharply to avoid being nicked across the face with her fingernails.

Raditz chuckled, "Such speed from the start... I'm impressed."

"What did you expect? That approach was little effort on my part."

Raditz gave an excited smirk. This was going to be fun, he could sense it. "I'm glad to hear that. Now it's my turn!"