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A/N: Okay, as promised, here is part or all (I haven't decided yet) of the first chapter for the sequel, but I'm not entirely sure if I'm actually going to write the rest of it yet. If I do end up making it, it wouldn't be for a while because I would really need to have a solid grasp on what's going to happen in the story before I even considered posting it and I don't know if I have that yet. It is starting to take shape, but I guess I'll just have to wait and see. This preview is kind of a cliffhanger and will most likely result in me being called evil, so if you don't want to read it I'll understand, but if you do, well, at least you've been warned.

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Dragonball New Beginnings: The Arlian Saga

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Her feet pounded hard against the pavement as she ran along the dimly lit, empty street. The pouring rain soaked through her clothes, but it was not the cold water that chilled her, it was him.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw that he was still chasing her, but at the moment, the distance between the two of them was increasing. The raven- haired girl rounded a corner and put on a new burst of speed. A moment later she spotted a darkened alley and, after chancing another look behind her, entered it—running straight into a rock solid body.

The force of the impact knocked her to the ground with a cry of surprise. The young woman looked around helplessly, knowing that running was out of the question and hiding was impossible. Her only chance was to attack him and pray to kami that he'd be caught off guard; it was a long shot, but it was all she had. With a surge of power she leapt to her feet and threw a hard punch at his head.

With lightening fast reflexes his hand shot up and caught her fist. He smiled sadistically as he crushed her hand with a sickening crunch. She screamed in pain.

"Now, now," the young man said with an evil chuckle, "that wasn't very nice." Then he pulled her forward by her destroyed hand and drove his knee into her stomach.

The woman fell to her knees, gasping for air and clutching the bloody lump of flesh and bone that had once been her hand; her attacker stared at her with cold ruthlessness in his eyes. His foot lashed out and sent her through the wall of a warehouse that made up part of the alley.

The dark haired woman rolled onto her stomach and gingerly pulled herself to her feet, warm, sticky blood flowed into her eyes from a long gash across her forehead. She hastily wiped the blood away with her good hand and tried to get her bearings.

"Looking for someone?" a harsh voice whispered from behind.

She spun and looked up at him, wide eyed with fear. A vice-like hand clamped around her throat and lifted her off the ground effortlessly. Her one good hand struggled franticly to loosen his grip, but to no avail.

"W...why are...you doing...th...this?" she gasped. "I thought...you...lov...ed me." The already dark room was growing darker as she fought to stay conscious.

The man laughed. "Me? Love you? Hardly! You were just something for me to play with, nothing more. But now it's time to throw my toy away," he said and then dropped her onto the floor. By releasing her at that moment he'd allowed her to remain conscious, but it was not meant to be a favor. He wanted her awake so she could feel helpless, betrayed, and terrified during the last moments of her life. It was the only way he felt he could fully enjoy her death.

The young woman looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks and splashing on the dirty, blood soaked ground.

Suddenly a golden light swirled around him, chasing the shadows from the room, his face contorted into a maniacal smile.

"Please," she begged as a ball of energy formed in his palm. "Please, Akira, don't do this." The ki blast shot from his hand and nearly tore her in two; the young woman was dead before she hit the ground.

Akira looked down at her as the light surrounding his body faded and his hair became black again. His eyes seemed to twinkle as he knelt down and examined his handiwork; it had been everything he'd hoped for. "See you around Pan," he said. The Saiyan stood up, spat on the corpse, and then walked back into the shadows of the night.

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A/N: Hahahaha, how evil was that? Well, let me know if you're interested in seeing a sequel or not.