Blow after blow sent Pumki volleying back and forth as Orenji unloaded on her.
The damage was more distraction than anything else – pain and an inability to find focus more than anything she suspected would be permanent. Still, she can’t spar if she can’t even stand still for two seconds without being punched, kicked, kneed or elbowed.
He was screaming at her; chastising. Saiyan heritage or not, it appeared her human half wasn’t passing muster from her opponent’s point of view.
It was after suffering a hammer-blow to the face that she saw stars… a blur… a golden glow that grew hotter until her vision cleared and was revealed to be not gold, but an orange aura enveloping a source of great ki – Lord Polar.
“Uh… hey, boss…” Pumki winced out between ragged breaths, her hands cupped over her abdomen. “What brings you… out here? Want a piece of this too?” she laughed through the pain.
