A/N: This takes place before the Turles Crusher Corps' existance. You might read chapters 1-9 of Honor of A Saiyan's Heart for this to make more sense.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters, Akira Toriyama does.

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A lone warrior sat at the bar in the dimly lit out-world dive known as Gaylos' tavern. Neither the owner nor the patrons of the establishment cared about one's identity or what their profession might be.

Both fortunes and lives were lost on a daily basis with the motley assortment of mercenaries, pirates,thieves and other dregs of society that frequented the place. It was the pefect place to find a replacement for a teammate that had foolishly gotten himself killed while arguing over a woman.

The short, spiky black haired male pushed his glass forward signaling the bar attendant for a refill with a dark skinned hand. A muscular build, black eyes and a furry tail wrapped around his armored waist identified him as a Saiyan.

A long drawn out wolf-whistle and a few crass catcalls accompanied a young female who entered the tavern. She had long, black hair that framed a golden skinned face with high sculpted cheekbones and brilliant green eyes. Her slim figure was dressed in of all things -black Saiyan armor!

The armor caught the Saiyan's attention as well as the long, golden slim but well muscled legs that carried the mysterious female up to the bar. She was a Parithian, a being that was about as rare as the Saiyans these days given that their home planet Parithia had been destroyed by its' own three suns some years ago. But what was she doing in Saiyan armor?

Just as the woman took a seat at the far end of the bar, four Anelorians decided to harass her. The tall, thin purple wasp-like creatures made a circle around her.

"What'cha doin' sitting by yourself, sweetheart, when you could sit with us?' one of the wasp-beings slurred.

The female looked straight ahead ignoring the obviously alcohol addled Anelorian.

"Hey! You think you're too good to speak to us?" another of the purple insectoids demanded.

"Aw, Just playin' hard to get,huh?" asked a third Anelorian who had the nerve to touch her hair.

"Don't touch me!" the golden-skinned female warned coldly. The muscle in her right cheek twitched. A smile crossed over the Saiyan male's face, he could tell the woman was close to losing her temper. This just might prove to be fun to watch.

"You wearin' that armor so the boys'll pay more for an hour or two?" the fourth wasp snickered as he grabbed her left hand.

That did it!

In a blur of speed, the female snapped the wrist of the wasp-being that dared take her hand. He dropped back screeching as he held his injured appendage. A swift kick to the thorax took out a second Anelorian. The third pulled out a wicked looking blade that ended up buried in his own throat.

"You killed my brother!" the fourth wasp bellowed.

"Get lost or YOU can join him in hell!" the female hissed. The Anelorians gathered up their fallen comrades the best they could and left the tavern.

The Parithian female dusted off her hands and returned to her seat. She noticed a dark skinned male with short, spiky black hair walking towards her. The stranger was obviously a Saiyan.

Taking the seat beside the Parithian female, the Saiyan male turned to face her, "Nice work with the Anelorians."

"A light workout", the female replied.

The Saiyan warrior gave a harsh laugh and brazenly reached over and traced the flowing inscription branded on the woman's right bicep with his his right index finger, "An Argayan, I'm impressed".

The female tolerated his action out of pure curiosity. What did the Saiyan want with her?

The Argayan were an elite assassin's guild. Its' members were taught from childhood to have an extensive knowledge in the martial arts, poisoning and ways of using their victim's own bodies against them. An Argayan could enter a room and take a life by no visible means.

"Not too many are aware of our existence", the golden skinned female informed the Saiyan.

"Until it's far too late, eh?" the Saiyan smirked. "I'm Turles and I have a proposition for you".

The female assassin looked over the Saiyan male. He wore black and silver armor with black boots, had the typical muscular build, furry brown tail, spiky black hair and onyx eyes of the Saiyan race. But unlike most Saiyans his skin was deeply tanned. She smiled inwardly as she thought he was quite handsome in a dark way. But she wasn't about to say so.

"You're cute but you're not THAT cute!" the Parithian female said flatly.

Turles roared with genuine laughter. The woman had nerve, he liked that.

"I was referring to a business proposition. I have a small team that acquires planets for both control and resale, a little light mercenary work now and then and the occasional removal of valuable items from..."

"Pirating in short", the female affirmed.

"Precisely, to sum it up. Would that kind of employment interest you?" Turles questioned.

"I don't have anything lined up for the moment, I suppose I could put up with you for a while. My name is Lornai", the Parithian female stated.

Turles smiled putting out his hand to confirm their agreement, the female was a decent fighter and also quite easy on the eyes this could prove to be a very interesting partnership...

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