Dragon Ball: RNG Rebirth

"You're not going anywhere," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. "Not until I say so."

It's not the first time I've woken up to a woman wanting to fuck, but it's certainly the most unexpected. In my past life, it was usually a eager student or a tipsy barista, but here, in the cold steel embrace of the Frieza Force, it's a Saiyan warrior with a power level that could flatten a planet.

"Whoa, whoa, Zelle," I manage, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently pushing her back. "I'm all for mixing business with pleasure, but let's not get ahead of ourselves."

Her eyes widen, surprise flickering across her face. She wasn't expecting that. But she recovers quickly, her smirk turning into a full-blown grin. "Is that so?" she asks, not moving from her position straddling me. "I thought you pretty boys didn't know the meaning of the word 'no.'"

"Trust me," I say, my voice firm despite the pulse racing in my veins. "I know exactly what 'no' means. And right now, it's 'not yet.'"

Her grin turns predatory, and she leans in closer, her warmth enveloping me. "You're playing a dangerous game, Cody," she whispers, her breath hot on my neck. "But I like a challenge."

With surprising agility, she rolls off me and jumps down to the floor. "But you're right," she says, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "We've got more important things to do today."

The mention of duty snaps me back to reality. I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What's the mission?"

Zelle leans against the locker, watching me with an amused expression. "Koro's waiting for us," she says, gesturing to the door. "We've got a little...task to handle."

My mind is still foggy from the sudden turn of events, but I manage to get dressed and follow her out into the corridor. The ship is bustling with activity, the rhythmic footsteps of soldiers echoing down the halls. We make our way to the training room where Koro is waiting, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes sweep over us, and for a moment, I'm sure he can see right through us, that he knows what we were about to do. But he says nothing, his face an unreadable mask.

"You're both here," he says, his voice gruff. "Good."

"Where are we headed?" I ask, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

"Planet C-14," Koro says, his voice as cold as the steel walls around us. "A small, unassuming world with a race ripe for conquest. They call themselves the 'Yumetsians.' They have some basic technology, but nothing we can't handle. Our main force is already on the ground. You two will be going in as backup along with some others."

My heart races at the thought of real combat. This isn't the controlled chaos of the training room anymore. This is the real deal—the kind of battle that makes legends. I glance over at Zelle, who nods in determination. Her eyes gleam with a fiery intensity, and I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

"But, Koro," I protest, trying to play it cool. "I've only been here for a couple of months. Surely, there are others more experienced for this sort of mission."

Koro's expression remains unchanged, his eyes unblinking. "Your tactics are impressive, Cody. You've proven that much. But the real test is out there," he says, gesturing to the vast, starry expanse beyond the ship. "And if you can't handle it, you're no use to Frieza."

The words hang in the air, a stark reminder of the harsh reality of the Frieza Force. It's a dog-eat-dog galaxy, and if I want to survive—and thrive—I need to prove myself now. I square my shoulders and nod. "Understood, Koro."

Zelle smirks at my side, her eyes gleaming with the promise of a good fight. "Don't worry, Cody," she says, a hint of tease in her voice. "I'll watch your back."

The mission briefing is quick and to the point. We're to assist in the subjugation of the Yumetsian race, who have been deemed a suitable addition to Frieza's ever-growing empire. The planet's defenses are minimal, but the intel suggests some warriors capable of putting up a fight. It's exactly the kind of challenge I live for.

Zelle leads the way, her strides confident and powerful, as we navigate the labyrinthine corridors of the ship towards port 34. The air is thick with the scent of oil and metal, a stark reminder of the cold, industrial heart of the Frieza Force's power. The occasional burst of laughter or shout from nearby soldiers pierces the silence, a stark contrast to the quiet determination emanating from the two of us.

The shuttle awaits us, sleek and deadly-looking. Its black exterior gleams under the neon lights, the Frieza Force insignia etched into the metal in bold, menacing letters. The hatch opens with a hiss, revealing a cockpit filled with screens and dials that would make a Saiyan's head spin. Zelle takes the pilot's seat without a second glance, her fingers dancing over the controls with the ease of a maestro conducting an orchestra of destruction. I strap in next to her, the anticipation of the battle to come making my blood pulse with excitement.

As we soar through the cold void of space, the stars streaking by us like a cosmic river, I decide to break the silence. "So, Zelle," I start, trying to keep my voice casual despite the racing thoughts in my head, "you've been around the block a few times. What's your preferred method of conquest?"

Her eyes light up, and she laughs, the sound like a sonic boom in the confined space of the shuttle. "Oh, you know the usual," she says, her boobs bouncing slightly with the vibration of the ship. "Sometimes I go full ape, you know? Crush a few buildings, scare the crap out of everyone, and sometimes even wipe a race if I'm lucky." Her eyes take on a faraway look, and I can almost see the carnage play out in her mind. "But other times," she continues, leaning in closer, "I go in as myself. Take on squads of those wimpy aliens, show them what a real Saiyan can do. It's like playing whack-a-mole, but with more explosions and less moles."

Her passion for battle is palpable, and it's intoxicating. Her breasts jiggle as she talks, her excitement clearly visible. "And what about you, Cody?" she asks, turning to me with a smirk. "What gets you going?"

"Strategizing, outthinking my opponents," I reply, unable to hide the cocky grin spreading across my face. "It's like a dance, you know? Finding their rhythm, leading them into a trap, and then... boom. They never see it coming."