This is a story I thought of lying half-asleep in bed one night – a time when all great (and stupid) ideas come - though it took me several days to clear it up in my mind's eyes. I hope you enjoy the story, and I hope I've created characters correctly, though Brolli is an unknown character to me, I had to go from what information my friends told me crossed fingers, I hope I did a good job!
-Paul
Chapter 1 – Bad Wish, Worse Wish
A mass of dark, black storm clouds centred around a glowing point high up in the sky. Lightning streaks down, scorching the ground, frightening animals and bounces between the clouds.
Move in closer.
The glowing point appears to be pulsing with a golden light, and the clouds swirl and shift around it, but what grabs your attention is the thin white line just visible on the horizon and stretching far up into the heavens, seemingly into the apex of the storm.
Closer still.
The clouds are thicker now, and much darker. Lightning is hailing down all around, earthing itself in the rich fertile soil of this region. Electrical energy fills the air, making the area buzz with an energy that is eerily like nothing before encountered by people. Well, human. What I mean is; not your typical, AVERAGE human. The white line stretching off into the clouds appear a little thicker now, and the glow in the sky more dramatic and golden.
Keep going!
The line takes shape, becomes a pole, a white and gold cylinder heading high over head into the churning mass of blackness where electricity reigns and electrical current ebbs and flows like the tide. The prickle and buzz of static hang in the air, making the world seem hazy, almost unreal in this most violent of storms.
Nearly there!
The pole becomes a thick pipe, though it is narrower than you think it should be, considering it stretches so high. With all the ferocity of the storm all around, the pole… this structure… stands strong and remains un-budged, neither swaying nor bucking under the storms attack. Lightning earths itself in the white structure somewhere above, and all around the ground are many molten pools of soil and patches of scorched plant life.
You can make it!
Heading up the structure, it feels like it is going on forever, never ending, never ceasing to climb to the heavens where the gods themselves (well, at least one would like to call himself such) would greet your hard accent. Going up and up, the electricity of the storm growing more and more concentrated, the air itself growing hotter and hotter, dryer and dryer as each lightning bolt sizzles past, ionising the oxygen and other gasses.
There!
An overhang of some building looms at the top of the structure, and it too is white. The ladder continues up its angled surface, posing a real threat to those who dare to climb it. Then it is fortunate that those who wish to seek what is on this structure do not climb up, indeed no; they FLY!
AT LAST!
A large, flat surface spreads out from the ladder, round-looking with several temple-like building sprawled roughly on one edge of the plane's hub. White tiles cover the surface, except for several small areas where there are lines of palm trees creating a causeway of sorts heading towards the buildings. The pulsing golden light is almost blinding and the figures on the other side can barely be seen in the glare. But, the attention grabber MUST BE the large, coiled, snake-like dragon that is floating in the air, its mighty head looking down, eyes narrowed to make out the mortals who summoned it.
"WHO SUMMONS SHENLONG!" a voice booms out.
Krillin stood on the Lookout Tower, looking up at the glowing aberration that was floating above them, its Kai aura like nothing he had ever seen, not even Gohan (who was standing beside him) had an aura which was that brilliant! Krillin ran one of his small hands through the thick locks of black hair, sweat standing out on his forehead as he waited with anticipation for Dende, guardian of the Earth, to speak to the Earth Dragon.
"I, Dende, Guardian of Earth, summon you, oh great Shenlong!" The smaller of the two Nameks intoned, his voice rising out over the storm. The gargantuan dragon peered down, again narrowing its eyes to pear at Dende.
"STATE YOUR WISHES!"
Dende looked back over his shoulder at the Z Fighters who stood in a rough clump several paces behind him, his two best friends, Gohan and Krillin, standing at the front. Piccolo kept his usual distance, arms folded firmly over his chest, the heavy, white cape floating around in the storm. Goku stood two paces behind and one to the left of Gohan, whilst little Goten peeked out from behind his father, mystified yet terrified of the intense power of Shenlong. Mr. Po-Po stood well back, nearer to Piccolo than to any of the others, watching with fascination. Standing next to Krillin on the other side to Gohan was 18, her dark blonde hair hanging around her face, arms crossed loosely over her breasts. Videl stood beside Gohan, his hand in hers, staring with awe at the Dragon floating above them. Trunks stood looking calm and collected next to his friend Goten, looking up at Shenlong through his purple hair, though like Goten he was terrified of this green monstrosity looming overhead. In typical Vegita style, the Saiyan Prince stood to the side, his back to the others, arms folded over his chest and looking over his shoulder at Shenlong.
Dende took a deep breath, about to make the two wishes: the first to bring King Kai to the Check-In at the Lookout, the second then to resurrect him, to have his life force once again. It was at this point in time that Goku's stomach rumbled loudly, audible even to Shenlong, who gave a dissatisfied grunt. Goku beamed, scratching the back of his neck as he rubbed his growling stomach.
"Woah! HAHAHAHAHA! Sorry you guys! I'm starving!" he called out to be heard over the storm. "I wish I had something more to eat!" Vegita whirled around, gob-smacked at what this Saiyan IDIOT had just said. The others heard too, and looked up at Shenlong's impassive face to see the dragon's reaction.
"YOURWISH MAY BE GRANTED!" it bellowed, and with a flash of its mighty red eyes, a large pile of mixed foods appeared on the Lookout's floor. The others whirled and glared at Goku, who turned pale as he suddenly realised what he had just done. Before he had a chance to say a single word, Vegita had him by the throat and lifted the taller Saiyan bodily off the floor.
"KAKKAROT! You IMBECILE! Do you realise what you have just DONE!" Anger flashed in Vegita's eyes, though he had not particularly wanted that pale, bloated martial artist back in the living world, he would rather that than Goku's wasted wish. Goku gripped Vegita's hands as he tried to stop the prince from strangling him. "You've just proven yourself a profoundly IDIOTIC bastard once again!" he roared, lifting Goku up higher and tightening his grip on the throat of the younger Saiyan.
Gohan was the first to reach Vegita and Goku, and he immediately lunged at Vegita, grasping one of the Prince's arms in both of his.
"Vegita! Let go of my father! NOW!" he cried, his hair flashing golden and eyes turning green as he bellowed out that final word. Vegita, feeling Gohan there, turned and looked into the lad's Super Saiyan eyes, but before he could say anything, Piccolo and Goten, also Super Saiyan, were on the other side, grasping the other arm. Vegita had no option but to drop Goku to the floor, where he fell clasping his throat, sucking in large gulps of air. He knew for certain that if his sons and Piccolo had not intervened then, without a doubt, he would be dead for a third time.
As Vegita backed away, his anger flared and he burst into Super Saiyan, crouching low in a combat stance, ready to fight the son of the imbecile.
"If that fool Kakkarot can make a wish, then so can I!" he shouted, then with a blur he was shoving Dende away from where he was standing, and was looking up into Shenlong's eyes. "SHENLONG! Grant me this wish!" he had a fool-proof plan, a plan that could undoubtedly not go wrong, a plan that not even the idiot Kakkarot could mess up!
"NAME YOUR WISH!"
"I wish for," he looked around a wicked grin on his face, watching for the others' reactions, "every Saiyan in the universe to be brought here! To Earth!"
Shenlong reared back, pondering the request.
"NOOOOO!" Both Piccolo and Goku shouted, lunging forward towards Vegita.
Shenlong's eyes flared for the second time and it nodded its head.
"YOUR SECOND WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED! I GO NOW!" and with that final word, the Dragon vanished, replaced by seven glowing, golden orbs, which shot off in separate directions across the Earth. The storm receded quickly, clouds turning from deep black to grey to pale to white once more, the lightning disappearing and light flooding back to the Earth.
"Vegita! You damned stupid idiot! What the FUCK have you done!" Piccolo growled, striding over to the smirking Super Saiyan. Goku stood behind the Namek, hair flaring more brilliantly than anybody else's around, a metallic sheen quality to the colour, sign off the second stage of the Super Saiyan. He eyes narrowed as he fixed his eyes into glare at Vegita.
"I have wasted the second wish, it seemed a shame to let it go into USEFULL, wouldn't it?" Vegita replied, directing the sarcasm towards Goku and the mountain of food piled behind them.
"Vegita, you son of a bitch, you have just sealed our FATE!" Goku called out, his voice starting calm and ending with an edge of rage which scared both of the sons of Goku, and even Krillin edged away from his oldest and best friend. Vegita scowled at Goku, clenching his fists.
"WHAT did you call me, you son of a WEAKLING! You dare insult ME! A member of the Saiyan ROYAL FAMILY! You filthy bastard, you're not even a WARRIOR!!" He lashed out towards Goku, the punched being caught firmly by Gohan. Goku just remained standing there, looking intensely at Vegita.
"Surely you have not forgotten about Brolli! Even with our improved powers, we cannot go against him! He would destroy the earth, and US with it!" he growled, then added venomously: "Princes or paupers all, each and every one of us will die because of what you have done!" Vegita cackled, placing a hand against his chest.
"No, Kakkarot, it is YOU he will destroy, he has no quarrel with the rest of us. But you… It was you," he said pointing, "that drove him to insanity, it is with YOU that he holds the vendetta!" Goku's eyes widened with remembrance, realising that Vegita was, regrettably, right once again. If Brolli had indeed been wished to Earth, then Goku was a dead man. Again. He had narrowly survived the wrath of Brolli the last time, and now he had been wished to Earth. By Vegita of all people! The Saiyan Prince shook his fist free of Gohan's grip and turned his back to the group.
"I would say farewell now to you, Kakkarot, but I fear that it would be a waste of my breath!" he scorned. Goku took several steps back and stood firm, staring out across the world, at the clouds floating past beneath them.
"Well guys, I guess this is it." He took a deep breath and held it before finally releasing it in a long, drawn-out sigh. "I guess this it once again. Heh, I've died a lot over the last few years, haven't I? I wonder whether King Kai will be pleased to see me again?"
King Kai strolled in the Other World, not particularly paying attention to anything happening around him. Occasionally he would chuck, and rarely would a loud guffaw escape his lips. He stopped and looks up to the stars overhead, frowning, his antenai twitching.
"Something's not right here. Everything feels wrong back home…" his antenna moved a little more, then he stiffened, his antenna sticking out straight in and he shivered. "No… no! It can't be right! Surely not him! Surely not Brolli!" His antenna twitching several more times, and he turned, looking in a different direction. "What's this?" he asked, tuning his antenna, trying to get a better fix on the other source of his attention. "More power levels heading for Earth? What could this be? What has been happening? Oh dear, I sense a lot of trouble."
Brolli laughed as the energy blast embedded itself into his chest, doing no apparent damage, then sent one of his own waves hurtling at his adversary from a finger. The fool disintegrated in a moment and the beam carved a wide valley across the planet's surface. Another attacker lashed at Brolli's face with a hoofed foot, the kick connecting, Brolli just grinning, his eyes burning with a fiery madness. His dark hair flowed around him; he was not even Super Saiyan!
He turned and begun a punch, aimed for the new attacks midriff, an attack that would surely rip the beast in two. The punch swung in a graceful arch, and that was when the green glow absorbed him, vanishing him with an audible pang. The beast stood there, looking at his foot with astonishment, thinking to himself "Did I do that??"
The sun shone brightly, illuminating the purple sky with a golden glow to the north. A large explosion erupted under the golden orb, sending debris and detritus hurtling across the planet's landscape. An army of beasts in battle armour sped forward, launching themselves into attack, firing off massive volleys of energy waves at the mercenary attacker, which was systematically destroying army after army throughout the solar system. The strange-looking man ahead of them dodge each blast with blurs of speed and great dexterity, or just batted the energy bolts out of his way with a swing of a shielded arm.
Putting both hands together, it roared, a piercing shout rising to a crescendo, then: "Vortex Terror Beam! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" A stream of narrow crimson energy-beams erupted from the palms of the warrior's hands, winding around each other in creating a large beam made up of many smaller beams. As the beam connected with the first man, it split up into its composite parts and sped off, each beam hitting another and another. Man after man dropped to the floor, gapping bloodied wounds in their torsos and faces, and still the beam was passing through the crowd. Finally the beam dispersed and the Warrior dropped down to the floor amidst the remaining thousands of soldiers who still stood. With a bellow, the long dark hair cropping his head flashed into metallic golden locks, his eyes becoming green and a blinding aura enveloping him, pushing some of the closer combatants away. Another Saiyan. Lashing out in all directions, the Saiyan was a blur as he sped about, attacking soldier after soldier, punching through the soft armour of these would-be invaders of his system. Again, the soldiers dropped to the floor, faces crushed, bodies mangled as he fought with elbow, fist, palm, foot, heel, knee and forehead, leaving a wake of dead around him. Rage burned in his mind, How DARE these bastards try to destroy my home!" he thought to himself. "I find a home and prosper amongst its people for decades, training on the high-gravity planets, participating in colonial wars on behalf of the people I watch over, and then these pigs invade, destroying many of my friends in a cowardly assault from their warships in space! I, Tomatta, will show them! I will make them…" then he vanished in a green flash.
Throughout the galaxies of the universe, throughout each quadrant, every Saiyan who had survived the destruction of the planet Vegita through whatever reason were disappearing with a green flash, heading far from their homes at velocities incomprehensible to them, heading for a small and insignificant plant many millions of light years away. Factions would be made, alliances would be broken, old friendships destroyed and many, MANY bones broken.