Don't Look At Me Like That

By Moonraker One

A/N: My first new fanfic since deciding to return! I'm sorry, all of you who read my bio where I said I was gone…I lied. I can't leave. This place is just too cool. Don't worry; I'm still working on my novel, so this won't be at such a feverish pace as it was before, but at least during my free time I'll add to this story. Please read my humble piece of literature, and give me the facts that I need to hear from you. (translation: REVIEW) I hate fics with romance in them, that's why I'm lessening my pain by making this an action fic! Also, this chapter will be shorter than the rest.

CHAPTER ONE – "Even If We're Just Dancing In The Dark"

"EEARRRGGGHH!"

The loud, piercing grunt/scream shot through the air, as did a spurt of blood as Goku buried his fist deep within the gut of Broly, twisting his angry frown into a smirk of victory as he pushed up even further. His huge opponent looked on with sheer terror as he felt pressure equivalent to the comet that surged toward the planet they were on. All of time seemed to stop for one, crucial moment. Then Goku twisted his fist a slight bit.

In doing so, he ripped a hole clean through the Legendary Super Saiyan's gut.

"THIS IS FOR THE PEOPLE YOU'VE KILLED!" shouted Goku, yanking his blood-stained fist out of the gut of the Super Saiyan. Tilting his head back with the terror of death look on his face, Broly could see nothing but his own energy surging out through the hole formed in his abdomen. His body convulsing, he felt his spine crack in two just from his own shaking violently. Inside his chest, his lungs began to hemorrhage, his brain slowly began to turn to liquid, but all of these slow and painful means of death didn't kill him first; the explosion did. Due to the outflow of power through his abdomen, the disturbance in his aura merely caused him to explode, showering pieces of himself everywhere. Goku knew a short job of teleporting the people of this planet off it before the comet came, and he'd be okay. One more time the universe was saved at the hands of its mightiest hero; game over. Case closed.

Was it indeed over? Had fate decided that the future for Broly would be a permanent vacation in the bowels of hell?

"You know this presents a problem," Baba stated, at the file of the newly arrived. "His name's Broly, and he's the Legendary Super Saiyan. According to this," she looked grimly at him and pointed to her sheet of paper to prove her point, "he's got a power level—at Super Saiyan level one, mind you—of four hundred million. That's nine-tenths of Majin Buu's power at a thousandth of his own. Is your little "Enma Grapple" gonna hold him? I don't think so."

King Enma looked across his desk at the floating woman, and instantly he realized his employee was correct. As idiotic and ditzy as she was, she was correct. He could think of no way he would be capable of holding down this new arrival. "Maybe," he said, attempting to think of an idea. "Maybe we can get Cell and Freeza to help us take him down there."

"Cell! Freeza!" Baba shrieked. "Are you NUTS? First, they'd never help us; two, even if we blackmailed them to, they'd be nowhere near strong enough."

Damn, he thought. She's right. A possibility hit him. "The Kaioshin?"

"Not strong enough," she repeated.

"Goku, maybe?"
"He barely managed to KILL him! And even if he gets him down into hell, he'd have to stay there just to make sure Broly wouldn't take over!"

"I'm…I'm out of options then."

I'm not, a telepathic voice called out. In fact, I'm sure that my method is the only one!

Baba and Enma looked around, both left and right, as well as up and down before they saw it. Small in comparison to his coffee cup, Ellyna, the only female Kaioshin remaining, materialized next to her subordinate's mound of paperwork. In her hand was a piece of parchment, and a quill pen magically treated never to run out of ink. Both instantly realized what it was.

"So, THAT'S how you do it," exclaimed an amazed Enma. "I always wondered why Buu didn't show up here."

"That's…that's the Parchment of Fate, isn't it?" inquired Baba. She herself had only seen it used a few times; supposedly, it would expand to accommodate all beings in the universe. It was rolled up into a scroll-like holder, and if you altered the names written on the sheet, it could create beings from thin air according to your thoughts, or erase beings from existence as though they'd never been born. In the hands of a mortal, or one that new not what they were doing, it could be deadly. However, Ellyna was the eldest of the living Kaioshin, although she perpetually looked no older than the Olsen twins.

"RAAAGGH!" All three felt a violent shockwave pass through the room, and Ellyna fell off of Enma's desk, her parchment landing a foot away from her with pen nearby. With a single flip of his arms, Broly instantaneously had both demons holding him on the floor. A charge up to Super Saiyan Two created yet another shockwave. Baba shrieked in horror as the Saiyan focused both of his eyes on Elllyna, and his frown turned into a malicious sneer. He propelled off the ground from where he was standing, and rocketed toward his target. With speed never seen before by herself, the female Kaioshin reached out and snatched the parchment and pen, hastily yanked it open, and underneath "Niko Lemke" and "Elizabeth Loone" she created a tic-mark and feverishly wrote, "Nakia Lemke, Daughter." An inch from her face, Broly drew back his fist with ki gathered in palm. As the fist began to swing towards her she finished, "Reincarnation of Broly."

"TIME TO KIL…" Broly began to screech, however he vanished as his fist was a centimeter from her face.

Baba quickly came to her aid. "You okay, ma'am!"

Shuddering, Ellna twitched as she moved her head towards Baba. "I…am…fine…" she uttered, haltingly. "I…think I need to go back to planet…Kaioshin…I believe…I've wet my…self…"

Throwing up her arms and letting out a yawn, a young woman opened her eyes to the sound of her clock alarm activating the radio. She looked over at her clock radio, listening to the sweet sounds of classic rock echoing from the single, crackly speaker. "Good morning, Mr. Springsteen," she joked, deactivating the clock with a punch of the "alarm off" button, removing the covers from over her, and beginning to step towards the bathroom attached to her room via a hallway her dad installed. Thoughts of the retarded dream she had last night were the only things in her mind as she entered her small bathroom, removing her pajamas, and looking at her naked form in the mirror. However, her attention focused on her ragged, unkempt hair. Sleeping did a murderous thing to her style. God, she thought as she attempted to de-louse her "mane" I HATE my hair! She then stepped into the shower and cleaned herself off, making sure to add a dab of Infusium Twenty-Three to her daily run of shampoos. From her father's blood—gypsy—she inherited the art of making even the worst hair look marvelous using materials gathered together from ordinary things. By the time she'd finished, and turned off the water, she had made herself a perfect hairdo. However, her attention turned to a spot of blood.

Marvelous, she thought as she inspected the blood in the shower. Aunt Rose just paid me a visit. Loverly.

That time of the month arrived. As such, she greeted it by throwing her old pair of panties in the "to be washed" bin, and put a pad in a fresh pair of panties. Turning on the water for a moment to wash the blood out of the shower, she dried off and dressed up. Her parents were waiting as she went down stairs.

"How'd you sleep, Nakia?" the question posed by her father took her a second, as she had some sleep that didn't get washed away.

"I'm…I slept good." She knew better than to blab about her dream, as her father interpreted dreams that made little or no sense as a chance to bring up superstitious omens. Instead, she took her lunch and her breakfast—a banana and a glass of orange juice—off the table. A wave and a "I love you! Bye!" was what she left them as she exited the house and began the short trek to Orange Star High School.

"Hiya!" Doing her best to avoid rolling her eyes, Nakia looked to her left, and sure enough, Erasa was the person behind the voice saying hello. These two had been friends since a few years ago, but to this day, she could not stand the blonde's lack of tact regarding her introductions. Her mere voice could offend someone, due to its seeming lack of intelligence. The two smiled and began to share gossip regarding the current situation with society, fashion, guys, and basically anything else that girls talked about. However, up ahead…

"G'way from me!" shouted a man, snatching an elderly woman's purse with one hand, while keeping his loaded gun in the other. Dashing on, he noticed that two teenage girls were in his path, and smacked Erasa with his gun, knocking her to the ground with a bruise on her face. Nakia began to step towards him in protest, when he aimed and fired a shot. Several bystanders shrieked as time seemed to stop for Nakia; the bullet penetrated into her left shoulder, hurtling her to the ground. "Hahaha! Now go away unless you wanna die!"

Everyone seemed to move out of the way, especially Erasa, who'd been slapped with the handle of the gun. However, something seemed amiss.

He shot me, Nakia thought. Thoughts of death came, but ultimately, one thought came back to mind.

He shot me? ME! Of all people, ME!

It was quickly followed by another:

Must…kill! Must…fight!

With a burst of seemingly superhuman strength, she pulled her entire frame to standing position at once. The robber's eyes turned grim and his evil smile returned as he took aim. However, seething rage accompanied by dark wickedness was on the girl's face. Clenching her fists at her side caused a sudden burst of power—no longer than a brief instant, yet long enough to throw off his aim—that caused him to shoot erratically. The instant the surge went through the air, her profusely bleeding shoulder immediately stopped bleeding, and the bullet slid out and fell with a klink. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists tighter, accidentally breaking the skin on her hand, which drew blood from her hands, but a second, longer burst of power came, cauterizing that wound as well. The robber took aim, and fired, but what happened next took only an instant to shock everyone.

She threw her fist out, punching the air; but when it stopped at arm's length, the bullet coming at her shattered from the shockwave of her air punch. She didn't even have to touch him—she was at least five feet away—yet the shockwave that carried through the air caused by her punch connected with the robber's chest, blasting him fourteen feet backward, slamming him viciously into a dumpster. Bystanders noticed several weird, new characteristics about this girl, namely, her dark brown hair had turned golden, and her blue eyes were now green, but one characteristic got noticed first.

She had a golden aura.

Must KILL! MUST FIGHT!

But before she could carry out this thought, she fell to the ground, barely able to move.

"SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!" yelped Erasa.