Dragon Ball Z

Broly: The new beginning

Chapter One

All seemed lost for the Z Fighters as they fought aimlessly to stop the Legendary Super Saiyan's onslaught. Back on Earth Goku, also known as Kakarot was by far the strongest fighter. Throughout his years of fighting he had always rose to the occasion to face any challenge that stood before him. But Broly was in a whole other league of his own. The beast of a warrior easily towered over him full of muscle and an unnatural lust for death and destruction. His hair which was normally jet black had a golden color radiating through it pulsating along with the bright energy around his body. His eyes were a ghostly white color and seemed to have no conscious behind them but just enough emotion to show the pleasure he took in causing his enemy pain. "You've lasted longer than I expected but your final hour has arrived!"

Broly had his bitter enemy Kakarot right where he wanted him. His allies were down for the count and could not save him from his well deserved fate. Kakarot was lying helpless inside a vertical crater on the side of a large cliff. His body was beaten and broken and on the verge of giving out all together. He may have been a Super Saiyan but he was nowhere near Broly's level.

The white eyed giant produced a confident grin at the sight of Kakarot in such a helpless state. He had him right where he wanted and after all of those years of torment and subconscious hate Broly will finally have his day! The puny Saiyan screamed something at his comrade Vegeta but the Legendary warrior just ignored it, the dying were always entitled to their last words- even Kakarot.

And time for the final blow!

Broly lunged at him with every fiber of his being throwing his fist forward, "KAKAROOOT!"

He was mere inches away when the unthinkable happened, Goku caught his punch! Not only that but the warrior powered up with renewed vigor ready for another round.

"What? Where is he getting all of this energy?!" Broly asked perplexed as he watched the ground around his enemy explode. Suddenly Goku stepped forward and shot back, "Your hour has arrived!" Broly looked around at the other Z Fighters and gathered what had happened; those worthless insects must have lent Kakarot their power augmenting his. "It doesn't matter how much power you absorb from those idiots. It won't be enough to kill me!"

"We'll see about that, you'll never really know for sure until I try." Goku replied.

Both warriors were so in tuned with their battle neither one of them noticed the meteor about to collide with the planet's surface until it was too late. The others made it to the ship and prepared to take off; they were just waiting for Goku. Meanwhile the battle waged on and both sides were going for broke. Broly and Kakarot gave it their all as they once again collided into battle. They crashed through falling rubble and the planet's surface which was swiftly breaking apart disregarding the danger around them. Punches were being thrown and kicks delivered as hands flew parrying one another's attacks. "PLAY TIME IS OVER!" Broly screamed in an attempt to end the fight- but then the unthinkable happened…

Kakarot landed a critical hit into his abdomen which inflicted major damage thanks to his borrowed strength. "I AM NOT GOING TO LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS!" He screamed before finishing the monstrous Saiyan off. Broly's could feel his life force escaping the massive wound; blood and Ki alike. Both substances mixed together on their way out producing a green glowing liquid. As the legendary warrior's vision faded he watched his sworn enemy make his escape. "K-Kakarot!" Then the world around him faded to black.

Elsewhere…..

Belle always enjoyed her morning walks to the village. For most people dawn represented the start of another long workday for their mundane lives, but for her it was like a new beginning. She loved watching the small town come to life from the sunrise and strolled through without a care in the world. Most of the villagers regarded her as a very beautiful yet strange girl. She never bothered anyone or did anything wrong but was extremely misunderstood. It seemed all she ever wanted to do was read her books from the town library and day dream in a meadow somewhere. But that was okay with her; Belle didn't seem to care about their curious stares or their constant gossiping. Despite her young age she was wise enough to know that there was more to life than winning over their approval.

After a successful trip to the Library and an unfortunate run-in with Gaston the town big shot, she finally made it home. Thankfully a loud explosion from her house was the perfect exit strategy to get away from that muscle head. Booking it home she swung open the doors to the basement and found her father waving away a thick cloud of smoke. "Papa?"

"How on earth did that happen?" He gasped in between coughs.

Belle's father Maurice was a short stout man and hardly bore any resemblance to his daughter. He had gray hair which had long since receded and possessed a thick mustache. When she was growing up he always told Belle that she resembled her mother a lot more than him. Not only by appearance but with her caring personality as well; and it was that trait which helped her encourage the frustrated Maurice. He threw his hands up in the air shaking his head, "I'm about to give up on this hunk of junk!"

"You always say that." She said with a smile.

"I mean it this time. I'll never get this bone headed contraption to work!"

Putting her hand on his shoulder she enticed his pride, "Yes you will, you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow- and become a world famous inventor…"

Thankfully her words did the trick and relit the fires in the old man's heart. Walking back to the strange machine before them he exclaimed, "What're we waiting for? I'll have this thing fixed in no time!" He crawled underneath his invention turning his ratchet and asked, "Did you have a good time in town today?"

She walked over to him with her smile and answered, "I gotta book." Suddenly a more serious look crossed over her, "Papa, do you think I'm odd?"

Maurice emerged a few inches from under the machine and asked, "Where would you get an idea like that?"

She subconsciously hugged her book while speaking, "I don't know. I just feel like I don't fit in around here. I mean you're the only person I really talk to."

Maurice and Belle's conversation drifted to Gaston in which she stated her apparent dislike for him. "Oh Papa he's not for me."

"Don't you worry this invention is going to be the start of a new life for us." He happily replied as he walked over to her. Turning back he said, "I think that's done it, now let's give it a try!" He pulled the machine's handle causing it to roar to life. Whistles blew and steam escaped from various pipes fueling a large axe wielding mechanism. The device began chopping firewood at an impressive rate while a small platform underneath flipped the severed logs through the air and onto a nearby woodpile. Belle lit up with delight exclaiming, "It works!"

The two celebrated and hugged before Maurice triumphantly announced, "I'm off to the fair!"

Ten minutes later the old man had his horse hooked up to their wagon with his invention secured aboard. Belle happily waved at him as she saw him off, "Goodbye Papa, good luck!"

Maurice turned around and called back, "Goodbye Belle; take care while I'm gone!"

His pleasant journey through the countryside went uneventful for the entire day. Before he knew it night had fallen and Maurice knew he needed to make camp soon or find some kind of shelter lest he run into wolves. He eventually found a nice spot far enough from the road to enjoy some privacy yet close enough to find help should he need it. Sitting by the warm campfire that raged a few feet away Maurice looked up to admire the stars. "Such a beautiful sight, if only Belle were here to see it." He sprawled onto his back and thought about his life.

Every since Belle was a small child Maurice worked hard to take care of her. All he ever wanted was to invent something worthwhile which he could sell and make a decent living off of. He wanted to provide for his daughter and bless her with the things he never had when he was growing up. What mornings were for Belle, the stars were for Maurice. They represented hope and the never changing light in the darkness. They were his guide and his inspiration. "I'll change our stars one way or another, I promise!"

Maurice was about to turn in for the night when something caught his eye. "What in the world is that?!" He exclaimed nervously.

There burning across the night sky shot a massive ball of fire which looked as if it was making its descent. The large meteor grew closer by the second and roared over Maurice's head as he gasped from shock. Then-

KA-BOOM!

The Earth shook violently knocking the inventor off balance when he attempted to rise to his feet. Not only that but a blinding light flashed across the sky temporarily blinding him. He brought his hands up to his face shielding his eyes and waited for the intense glare to die down. A part of him wanted to run away and return home yet something inside reasoned otherwise. Going against his logic the father hiked down through an inverted cluster of trees and found a most disturbing scene.

An entire section of forest had been obliterated by the strange object when it crashed to the surface leaving smoldering remains and smashed stone.

Broly regained consciousness for a short period of time after he made impact upon the strange planet. He wasn't sure where he was or if he was truly alive but he did know one thing… his fight wasn't over just yet.

"K-Kaka….KAKAROOOOOT!" Then the world faded out once again. However right before he went under the Saiyan could have sworn he saw someone hovering above him.