Dragon Ball Z

STORY OF THE TRAGIC HERO

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The Angels Light

For whom the sun rose and for whom it set, made no difference.

A child born and raised to a dead civilization and liberated from his home. He who is so powerful and blood thirsty that his own father fears him.

A mere child born with the power to destroy a planet.

A mere child, born to save, but lost to fate.

He could feet it, the awful tremble that came just before the pain. The shock rattled his bones to the core and carried him to the floor when they became to weak to handle the stress. No room for fear-no room for collectiveness, he laid there, waiting for the tremor to stop. He glared up, everything blurring together in a fierce unison of colors, but no light. The ceiling was the only access to light that he had, and day turned to night hours ago. 1...2...3..., he would repeat in his mind over and over, begging for the pain to end. Until the sun rose, he knew thats when he could stop counting, but something about that night made an extraordinary difference.

Pupils dilating... Heart pounding... No escape from the climbing pain.

"Papa!" Paragus heard his five year old son yell in sheer terror and pain. That would mark the fifth night in a row he's had to run into his child's room.

"Broly, look at me," he pleaded when he reached his son's trembling, sweating form. His eyes stayed glued to the skylight where an empty sky met his gaze. "Darn it, son! Focus!"

"He is having another one?" Cauli questioned as he also ran over to the young, trembling sayain.

Paragus remained silent as Broly began to cough up blood that had been flowing down his throat due to a severe nose bleed. He sat him up to breathe, knowing it was the only thing he could do to save his son from an entire night of pain. Things like this he'd been doing since he was born, but it was only when he landed on this dreadful planet that it had become a nightly routine for them. Cauli had warned them to choose a different planet to land on, but with fuel and tempers running short, they had no place else to choose. Now, there were paying dearly for it.

"There we go. He's coming back around," Paragus sighed with relief when the trembling finally stopped and gave way into another severe headache.

"How do you feel, Broly?" Cauli asked as he placed a hot towel to the child's forehead.

Broly remained irresponsive.

"Broly, come on son. Say something!" Paragus pleaded angrily with a slight slap the young sayain's face.

"Ahh! Stop slapping me!" He growled angrily in response.

His attention was redirected to Cauli when a bowl of hot water was sloshed onto his face. Anger grew in the young sayain to the point of boiling rage. Fingers gripped around Cauli's hand, making the weaker sayain yelp in pain as he attempted to pry the superior's fingers from his wrist. It was an absolutely useless attempt. Broly at the age of five had a power level that most sayains wouldn't make it to before they died, resting, fifteen thousand, but when aggravated or provoked, twenty five thousand. That was what his scouter thad read at least. Cauli and Paragus combined barely topped ten thousand.

"Broly get a grip on this!"

"Get away from me!" Broly demanded just before he found the strength to rip off Cauli's arm and toss his father crashing through the door. "Both of you just make it worse!"

"P-paragus!" Cauli cried desperately as he watched the blood spurt from the opened gash where his arm once was.

He crawled in despair to the door, the pain ripping through his upper torso. After what seemed like an eternity, he reached the door pane and heaved himself up. The immense pain and loss of blood was beginning to make him sick to his stomach and harder for him to make that one rueful step forward. He stumbled like a newborn, then glanced back at the child going made with pain and glowing energy. In horror, he watched as his power-level rose above normality, even for him, and listened to the screams of anger and pain that bellowed from the child's throat. It rose above what a modified scouter could read, breaking his and Paragus' even though he was unconscious for the time being.

"H-help! Help!" He screamed over and over again as he ignored the pain and made a mad dash for the outside door. One foot over the other, and he tumbled to the floor on his sore arm. He yelled in pain, and in his peripheral vision he watched the boy's hair turn gold in color. It was only then did he stop yelling in pain. "Sir, t-t-take a look at y-our son." Cauli said with shattered nerves as he awoke Paragus from his unconscious state.

"Is that my son?" Paragus asked with integrity and fear as he gazed upon his son's glowing form and confused eyes.

"Father, whats happened to me?" Broly asked innocently with a dark chuckle lacing his words. Inwardly, Paragus praised the fact that the boy was to naive to realize that he was now the single most powerful being in the universe, holding power that he did not know how to use yet. Power that could be manipulated.

"Nothing my son. Nothing but a new beginning for the both of us."

"Are you a mad man? There is absolutely no way on the planet that I am stepping foot back into the hole you call a home with that powerful brat that ripped off my arm!" Cauli shouted angrily at Paragus when approached about coming back.

"Cauli, please be rational. Listen, I know that night Broly ripped your arm off was a tremendous pain, but do you realize that we could own this entire planet. Cauli, my son can easily defeat this pathetic army with one swipe of his hand."

His judgement remained on that night, despite Paragus' promises, "I don't care, Paragus. Frankly, that monster of a child of yours has more power than he should be entitled to. If I were you, I'd have something m-," Cauli ranted before he was interrupted by the young sayain that had walked into the conversation.

"We'll continue this later," Paragus whispered into his comrades ear. He then, addressed his son.

"Father, Dai said that its time for us to leave."

Paragus gave a slight nod and folded his arms. "Its about time. Come Cauli, Broly, let us leave the dreadful planet. We'll set our sights towards a more beautiful one anyway."

Cauli sighed and took his hand through a short, shaggy mane of black hair, I can't follow him every. I'll get myself killed, he thought himself as he gazed at the souvenir of that night. He had barely survived the trip to the hospital, and in space there were no hospitals within flying distance. If by chance Broly acted out like that again he would surely be killed. How he managed to survive the first onslaught was beyond him and Paragus. All in all, he was just thankful for being alive and unwilling to go through such hell again.

"I'm staying here Paragus,'' he finally stated after a while of careful thinking. Paragus was an old friend. It would be hard staying behind and starting over again, he knew, but the chances just weren't worth it.

Paragus stopped dead in his tracks."You can't be serious Cauli, here? Of all places?"

He sighed again, "Yes, Paragus, I am serious. The chances aren't worth it," he implied lowly as he shifted his gaze at Broly. "That child of yours is going to destroy everything in hind sight sooner or later, and I'm not going to be there when he does."

Broly, though a bit hurt and confused that his companion was staying behind, looked up to his father for any sort of sense. There he might the gaze that told him that he was just as confused and hurt as he was. He set his stare to the floor shortly afterwards, the only place that felt safe to look at for the time being. The need to ask why was becoming overwhelming, but some nagging feeling told him not to. Cauli's arm, the missing one, had been the thing to set off the barrier for them. He wished he hadn't done it, but now that he had the power to do that, he began to wonder just what else he was capable of.

"Broly isn't a threat to anyone! What happened a month ago was totally uncalled for and a crack pot of a situation! You told me yourself that we shouldn't land here because the magnetic fields could generate and magnify his power-level. Those were you exact words, and now that we've seen that you want to leave us? You've been here ever since Frieza destroyed our planet-"

Cauli held out his hand to halt Paragus, "And would you remind me once again how exactly you survived that blast?"

Paragus remained silently caught on his words.

"Think once more Paragus. If in the stage of infancy he can liberate himself and a grown man from a blast that killed millions in seconds, think about what he can do now, or in fifteen years. Power like that will never be contained. Watch yourself, Paragus."

Author note: Okay, first off I would like to thank whoever took their time in reading this and enjoyed it. If you would, please leave a review and subscribe if you like it enough to. it would be greatly appreciated. Second matter of business, yeah I know that the time line is Dragon Ball, but I'm putting it in Dragon Ball Z because thats where Broly came in. Just in case anyone was wondering.

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