Xenoverse Chronicles: The Stories Of Poutine, Menma, And Cargeso

Battle of Strength! Revenge for Appule!

'Another Summons to the Frieza Ship... When will it end?' Menma thought to herself. She knew exactly why she was summoned too. It was clear that damned Frieza wanted to train with her again. While her Saiyan blood itched for a chance to fight against that brute, more often than not, she was beaten down easilly by him. It frustrated her to no end. But this time she was ready. She had finally learned how to--

"Menma!" She whirled around behind her to see none other than Appule behind her, looking rather beat up.

"Appule? What happened to you? Who did this?" Her last question sounded rather angry, as she pulled the soldier into the med bay, aggressively pushing past the troops loitering around the door. The female Saiyan sat her friend down, digging around the cabinets for something to treat his cuts and black eye, and he simply sat quietly, not wanting to invoke her wrath. "Well?" She said, bringing the supplies over.

"I.... Um.... W-well....."

"Appule you can tell me. I don't care what MY rank is, or what yours is. You're a cutie. Cute things shouldn't have black eyes, you know."

"It ... It was Lord Frieza. He thought that I was getting too familiar with you." Appule said softly looking down. Menma moved his face up to look at her, her golden eyes serious.

"I'm going to kick his ass for you." She said firmly.

"What.....?! What are you saying....?!" Appule hissed. "You don't REALLY think you can beat HIM..... do you.....?"

"I'll have help. You know his second in command Poutine, right? He wants to overthrow him too." Menma said with a smirk. "We got this, Appule. I promise I'll be ok." She said, kissing his snout and giving him a boop. He blushed and huffed, looking away, trying not to show her his darkening cheeks.

"There. All you need now is a bit of ice for your eye. You can handle that yourself right? I'm off to go get revenge for ya." She said, flashing him a grin. "See ya!"

"Good luck, Menma..... Come back in one piece ok?" He said. She gave him a thumbs up, running down the corridor to meet Poutine.

"Ready kiddo?" She asked him.

"Yeah! Super ready!" Poutine said.

The two of them entered, looking at Frieza, who was now in his golden form.

"I knew this day would come. The two of you are here to rebel aganst me aren't you?" Frieza said. "Hohohoho! You are quite naive. Very well. I'll put you both in your places again." He said, getting in a fighting position. Poutine immediately turned on his Kaioken x2, and Menma went Super Saiyan 2 off the bat. They charged at each other, with Poutine pounding at Frieza's back, and Menma pounding in his face hard. Within minutes, Frieza was Defeated, unconscious, with the two time Patrollers looking down at him, and high-fivimg without looking.

"We beat him.....!" Menma sighed, keeping her Super Saiyan form on, just in case. Frieza finally woke up, looking at them.

"I know when I'm beat...... From now on...... The Frieza Force belongs to you, boy. You are clearly superior. Just know I'll train to get that position back from you someday."

"Sounds good to me. I wouldn't have it any other way." Poutine said.

"Here. Let me train you to go Golden as well, my Lord. It wouldn't be fair if I was the only one able to do it." Frieza said, standing.

Menma left, looking for Appule. She found him in the med bay, curled up, looking a bit sad.

"Heyyo."

"Menma?!" He said looking at her. He ran over, hugging her, crying. "I was so worried! How did it go?"

"The Frieza force was handed over to Poutine. I'm probably going to be his Second in command. Wanna be my right hand?"

"Y.... Yeah! Thank you sir!" He said saluting. She smiles at him, and gave him a hug.

'I guess being summoned here turned out good after all.' she thought.