Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Dragon Ball univeres and all rights go to Akira Toriyama. Only exception being the OC, Scout.

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The air was thick with a powerful energy that hung ominously. Birds flocked away in masses over the sky as they headed away from the source of the powerful energy forming below them. The bushes rattled with animals that scurried away in fear of whatever was coming. With a roaring crackle, and bright flash, Broly appeared in an opening of a forest. His eyes glew a bright green as his power vibrated off him in waves. The wind whirled around him furiously, leaves and branches getting swept into the tornado around him.

Broly buckled forward and fell onto his knees, his eyes slowly turning back to their normal brown. As the wind slowed around him, his size got smaller and smaller, eventually reaching his normal size. A powerful growl left his lips as he grabbed his head – the pain was almost unbearable, with sharp shooting pains that went from ear to ear. He dug his nails into his skull, wanting nothing more than to be completely numb to it all.

With each breath he took, the grass moved away from him in waves. With a loud grunt, a large wave of energy pulsated off him, sending the last wave of power through the dwindling grass below him before it stilled.

Broly looked up at the sky as exhaustion took a hold of him. Every inch of his body throbbed with unbearable pain. He closed his eyes, trying to separate body and mind. He took deep breathes, trying to remember what had happened. All that came to mind was flashes of pain, the sound of fist and kicks being thrown around, and a large blast of ki right before he teleported to this new place.

He gripped his chest, a ball of fear expanding in his chest. I almost died, he realized. His eyes shot open, a small golden gleam flickering amongst the soft brown. A cold sweat formed on the back of his neck and ran down the dip of his spine. He curled his hands into the dirt, remembering the last few seconds of the fight. Who had he fought at the end? Was it Goku? Was it Vegeta? He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to call upon any memory that would surface. He could hardly remember what had happened, and now he fully understood why he always had that collar around his neck... He had no control over his own thoughts when his power got out of hand. He never predicted his power would swallow him whole like it did.

In the far distance he could sense the Saiyan's powers. Every molecule in his body told him to go towards the source of the power, but he knew he was too weak and in the end, he had lost. A bitter taste formed in the back of his throat and he swished it around with the blood between his teeth before he spat it out.

Father, he thought, I failed you. A powerful scream left his lungs as his energy spiked suddenly. His eyes flickered between their brown, gold, and red as he struggled to maintain his power under control. His breathing was erratic as he slowly stood from the ground, concentrating all his willpower on his energy alone so he could try to tame it. As it slowly stabilized, his eyes turned brown and his hair fell back to its normal resting position. He thanked the utter exhaustion he felt for helping him keep control of his power, his body to weak to let it get out of hand.

As his energy slowed, his mind bitterly went back to the thoughts of his father. "It was my fault." Broly slammed his hand onto his chest at the foreign feeling inside of it. Why did it hurt so bad? There was no sign of a wound. His nails broke skin as he dug into his chest, looking for the source of the pain. Blood dripped from his chest in small red trails. His breathing picked up as his mind started racing, and he kept on scratching to find the source of the pain.

His power… it was too much for him too handle. He lost control like his Father had always warned him he would. In the craze of all the fighting, one of his own ki blast flew astray and went right through his father's heart. What was this power good for if it ended in the cost of his father's life? And in the end, he had failed to accomplish the one he had trained his whole life for and that was to defeat Vegeta...

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Broly wandered through the forest, his right arm cradling his left. How long would it take to heal, he wondered. A grimace grazed his face as he felt a hot bolt of pain shoot from his shoulder to his lower back.

Where was he suppose to go now? He looked around the terrain, trying to take in as much information as he could. What could he eat and not eat in these lands? All he ever ate was those bugs from his homeland. He looked around, his eyes looking at the soft green fur under his feet. It did not move like the one back home so he assumed there was no living thing under it that would be like Bah.

There was large things all around him that stretched from the ground to the sky, bursting into a lush green thing at the top. Could he eat it? Was any of it edible? He placed his hand on one of them and applied preassure, peeling the odd thing away from the ground. As the thing peeled back, it tilted until it began falling on its own. Below, many small creatures squirmed and one of them looked like the giant beetles from back home. He picked one up and held it between both his fingers to look at it. Without much thought, he popped it into his mouth and chewed. He looked for a few more and then continued to the next tall thing.

As he wandered further and further in, his ears picked up a sound in the distance. He obeyd his instincts and followed the sound.

Soon enough he arrived at a place where liquid ran on the ground, and it smelled and looked like the substance Cheelie had showed him on the spacecraft. He fell to his knees and stuck his head right in. It was ice cold on his throat and he could not get enough of it. Nothing on his planet came close to being this refreshing. The blood of the giant beetles was always bitter and slimy.

He used water to wash his clothes and bathe his body. As he stood in the middle of the river he saw small creatures move past his legs. With a sniff, he decided it was food, even if they had a strange smell. With a quick snap on his good arm, he shot his hand forward and grabbed the creature. As soon as he pulled it out of the water, it slipped right out of his hand and fell back into the water. They were quiet slippery, he noticed. With a second try he grabbed another one and squeezed it until its bones snapped and it stopped moving. He brought the creature up to his nose and sniffed it one last time, and it caused his stomach to growl. Without much thought, he took a bite and chewed. His eyes wandered around the area as he took another bite, taking note of the creatures soft meat and small bones.

After hunting a few more, he decided this would be an ideal place to set up camp. There was both water he could drink and creatures to eat. The two main things he needed. The next thing he needed was shelter, and his eyes drifted over to the large brown things. He could cut them and make some form of shelter with those, he concluded. He took of into the air grabbed one of the things by the middle and pulled it out of the ground.

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I did my usual stroll through the forest today, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun against my cool skin. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to keep as much heat in. It was definitely a cold morning. I could see my own breath as I blew out.

I followed my normal route, checking for litter, campfire signs, and any other sign of human life that could have lingered into the forest. Specially poachers, now that the Blue Tailed Deer was on the endangered list. Now the price for a single head of the animal was worth thousands.

I rubbed my hands together, the gloves making a squeaky sound as I tried to create some form of friction. Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out the map for the area and my father's old compass. I scanned the map, and the list of patrols that had been done in the past month. I frowned, noticing the upper parts of the river had been avoided for almost a month. No one wanted to go up there now that it was colder. Plus it was a pain to hike up there.

The chances of any poachers being up there were pretty slim, but if they were to hide anywhere that's exactly where they would go.

I looked up at the mountain, chewing my lip. To go or not to go, I thought. I noticed the weather was quite nice so the hike would not be the worst. Plus, it had been a while since I had been up there and enjoyed the nice view. With a content sigh, I began trekking up. I knew that if I did not check the area it would keep me up at night because of my guilty conscience anyways. What if there were hunters up there? What if people were camping up there? I had to know now.

I pulled the radio out of my pocket, and pressed the talk button. "Heading South-East towards the mountain. It hasn't been properly checked in a while." I let the button go. I felt a little out of breath as I pulled my self up onto a stone.

"Sounds good, Scout. See you for lunch," my boss said, his voice neutral. It irked me, knowing he was suppose to do a better job at scheduling the routes and checkups. With a frustrated sigh, I shoved the radio into my pocket.

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The closer and closer I got to the top, the more anxious I grew. I was seeing things I had never seen before. Trees looked like they had been pulled right out of the ground by there roots and they were nowhere to be seen. Shouldn't they be close by? And why was there no trail of the tree being dragged anywhere? What the Hell was going on? I informed the office about it, and took pictures of it to document.

I wondered closer to the river, and when I found a small trail of blood, I froze on my tracks. I took my gun out, following the trail of blood with soft feet so I made little to no sound. Soon enough, I found the head of a Blue-Tailed Deer, and my heart ached at the sight of the poor thing. I pulled my radio out and pressed the emergency button, making sure to press it hard.

I looked at one of the heads of the deer, noticing it had bite marks around its ears. I crouched to take a closer look, wondering what on Earth was going on. Hunters would not leave the head of this deer just laying around considering how much they were worth. It was also fresh, so whatever had killed this poor deer was near by.

My grip on my gun tightened as I looked down at the head. I was shaking with anger at the injustice of this animal and in fear for whomever had done this. I was sweating at this point, the afternoon sun mixing poorly with my ever-rising anxiety. I popped a few buttons open on my jacket as I stepped over the head of the deer and headed closer to the river.

As I pulled around a tree, my back pressed against it, I looked around the river. I notice some form of shelter had been made with the trees that had been ripped from their roots. The trees had been stacked in such a way they made a small triangle-shapped hut.

I noticed a large number of animal carcasses lying around the shelter. I wanted to barf at the sight. I got closer to the shelter and I covered my nose at the smell of the rotting flesh. I noticed inside the shelter was a form of carpet made from the skin of a bunch of deer. It was disgusting, sense the skin was still raw. It was full of flies and maggots. Looking closer I noticed there was a green, fur-like thing inside as well. I reached inside with my hand and picked it up to take a closer look. I took a sniff of it, realizing it smelled awful and certainly was not from this area. I placed the fur back, taking a mental note to not forget about it. I walked over to the edge of the river and looked at one end of it, and then moved my head to look in the other direction.

I jumped at the sight of a man standing across the river. Was he there the whole time? My heart climbed into my mouth and I found it hard to breathe. I felt a rush of heat spread across my body as adrenaline started spreading like a fire inside my veins.

"Is this your camp?" I yelled, the man's eye shrinking as he glared at me. "Are you aware that this species of deer is on the Off-Season List? It is illegal to hunt them right now." The man's eyes softened, his gaze falling over to where all the carcasses laid out in the open sun. "I will have to take you in, and press charges for Illegal Game." The man's eyes zeroed in on me. One of his feet fell behind the other, and both his arms lifted in front of him. Was he taking a fighting pose? "I don't wish to harm you!" I yelled, my hands starting to shake. My intincts were screaming at me loud and clear: this guy was no normal human at all.

The man relaxed, his arms lowering a little bit. "You will not hurt me?" he asked, a curious tone in his voice. I took note on the tone of his voice, it was smooth and a little of on the higher side. There was an innocence behind it that seemed child-like.

"No, I do not wish to fight or hurt you, but what you did here is wrong," I told him as I took a closer look at him. I noticed the man was covered in scars, and some fresh wounds. Also, did he not where a top? Did he not freeze at night?

"I did not know these animals were forbidden…" his eyes wondered over to the animals once more and he took his first step towards me. With little to no effort, he jumped across the river and landed on the same side I was. My mouth popped into a fat 'O' in shock and amazement. I took a step back, noticing this guy was definitely not human even though he looked exactly like one.

"Are you from Earth?" I asked, taking a step back as he took some steps towards me. For every step he took towards me, I took a matching step away from him. He noticed and stopped advancing.

"No," he stated, his voice low. "I am a Saiyan."

Saiyan…that sounded familiar for some reason. Either way, he was not from Earth, which meant he was most likely stronger than the average human. Most alien races seemed to always be physically stronger than humans. I eyed him up and down, noting he was quite tall and very muscular. Definitely stronger than a human, I decided.

"I did not know about these animals…" he mentioned in a low voice. I could hear hints of regret in his tone, his eyes lowering. "I apologize."

I shook my head in surprise. Slowly, I lowered my gun, a small flower of pity growing towards this man. Was there anything he could do over the matter anyways? There was no fee he could pay... clearly he had no money. The only thing he could do was prison time but that seemed unjust… knowing he clearly regretted the whole act.

"Are the creatures in the water fine to eat?" He asked, looking over at the river.

"The fish?" I asked, following his gaze.

"fee-sh?" he said, butchering the pronunciation of the word. His eyebrows knitted together.

"Yes, it's called a 'fish'" I repeated, stretching the pronunciation for him so he could hear it. Clearly there was a lot this guy did not know about Earth and he seemed to be quite lost. I felt pity for the guy… he was mostly dirty, and his body was covered in wounds and scars. He clearly had no other clothes, and by the looks of it he knew little to almost nothing about Earth's rules.

"Will I be punished?" he asked, his voice cautious but his eyes sharp. His hands curled at his sides.

Punished? Not the way he seemed to think he would be. Did this guy get tortured? I took a closer look into his eyes and I just could not see evil in them. There was only fear of the unknown and probity swimming amongst his brown orbs. This was a lost man, in an unknown planet that he knew nothing of. And his apology sounded so sincere...

I let a loud groan out, putting my gun away entirely. "Look, I can tell you're a good person and that you have no knowledge of these things… so I'll let it go. I can't say my colleagues would have done the same so be grateful it was me who came up here today." He nodded, a serious look on his face. "Ok, you can go."

The man started walking towards me, and I could not help the spike of fear within me as he walked passed me. There was something about this man that made the hair on my arms stand on ends, even though his actions showed no signs of threat. There was an energy to this man that I definitely did not get from another human. It was something wild and raw. What if everything he said was a lie and he was a hunter? He would have kept the heads, I told myself. I felt a knot form in my stomach, unsure on my decision.

I watched as he walked to his shelter to grab the green fur. He pulled it around his waist and tied it into a knot at the front. His eyes settled on me and he eyed me up and down. A worried look appeared on his face. "Did I do something?" he asked.

The question took me off guard and I shook my head. Could he sense my fear? "No, no," I said, waving my hands around to emphasize the point. "Well, apart from the obvious." I pointed at the animals.

He nodded but I could tell he did not believe me, but he chose not to push the matter further and I was grateful.

His head suddenly snapped up to the sky, a serious look in his eyes. "Something is coming," he said, and I noticed how his large hands fisted at his sides.

Crap! I slammed my hand on my head, remembering I pressed the emergency button on my radio. I closed the distance between us quickly and grabbed him by the arm to pull him into the forest and away from the open area. I needed to make sure the helicopter would not catch us when it flew over.

"Look," I began, looking up to see if I could see the helicopter coming, "you need to go. People are coming to check this area and I can't have you here." His eyebrows knitted together with worry. "They can't see you, got that?" The worried look in his eyes made me sympathetic towards him.

I felt a form of energy come off the guy and suddenly wind started flowing around him. What is going on? I thought, trying to keep my glasses on my face before they flew to God knew where. Slowly, the man started to levitate. Seriously! He slowly drifted away from me until he slipped out of my hand and hovered a few feet away from me. He looked unsure as to what he had to do.

"Follow the river to the end. Head that way," I pointed in the direction. "I'll meet you where the river ends after it gets dark. Now go!" He gave me a quick nod and then he flew away, leaving dirt and leaves to spray everywhere.

It's going to be a long day and even longer night, I thought, as I pulled leaves out of my hair. I dragged my eyes back towards the campsite, noticing the animals once more. Did I make the right choice?

I spent all afternoon and evening pretending not to know what had taken place by the river. It did little to stop my coworkers from bombarding me with questions and pointing things out to me.

"Can't be a wild animal… it set up camp," one stated.

"There is no clothes or anything left behind, so did he take it with him?" Another questioned aloud, scratching his head.

"Some of these carcasses are still fresh so he has to be close by?" said my boss, who kept a hand on his gun the whole time.

"Did he eat everything raw?" One of the guys asked, and that peaked my curiosity. I turned my head towards the guy to pay more attention. I watched with disgust as he flopped the heads around with a stick. "There's no sign of a fire and all these bites look human to me." He stood straight and threw the stick into the river. "What the Hell did this?"

Raw? He ate the stuff raw? I internally groaned and looked back at the little pile of fish bones that were in front of me. This guy was certainly feral.

I looked up at the sky, noticing how the sky was starting to turn orange. With a large sigh, I went back to inspecting the fish bones. Most of them were eaten, I noticed. My stomach churned in disgust.

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"See you Monday," I yelled back at my group of coworkers as I closed the door behind me. The pebbled ground pushed up against my boots, shooting a dull pain under my heel. I was slightly sore from all the hiking I did, and most importantly, I was starving. I pulled the key out of my brown jacket and opened the door to my truck. I threw my bag behind my seat and in a few minutes I was on the dirt road, making my way down to the bottom of the river.

My mind was racing about what I was about to do. Was I really going to go see if the guy was there? He most likely took off, I told myself. He probably left right after I told him to go. I slammed my head into the back of the seat. Stupid, stupid. You let a criminal go!

When I pulled up to the bottom of the river, I noticed no one was there. I got out of my truck and pulled out my flashlight to look around. Of course he's not here. Why would he be? I felt like the worlds biggest idiot, standing in the dark on a cold night, looking for someone who had left a long time ago. Even then, my stubborn guilt pushed me to look for few minutes until I got fed up and headed back to my truck. As I walked up to my truck I found the guy floating above it, and he was looking at it curiosity. I gripped on to my chest, making sure my heart did not go flying off into the distance. What was with this guy and appearing out of nowhere?! I watched as he came down from the air, acting like a God himself, and land behind my truck. His hand slipped under the cargo bed and I almost dislocated my jaw in shock as he lifted my truck like it was a toy, rather than an actual truck. He looked under it with curiosity. Just as he pulled his head out from under, I quickly yelled, "Gently!"

He looked over at me and lowered my truck down gently. He looked like a child that had been caught doing something bad.

Well, at this point I was convinced it would have been easier if the guy had run away. At least I wouldn't have an over grown child to take care of, I concluded, looking at the guy, realizing I still did not know his name.

"What's your name anyways?" I asked, watching as he sniffed my truck. His eye drifted over to look at me.

"Broly," he said proudly, his chest out.

"My name's Scout. Scout Torr," I told him, and he nodded.

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And that's that, guys. My first chapter to this adventure. Let me know any thoughts or suggestions you might have down in the comments.

This will be a slowburn story, so if you're in a rush, this is not for you!

I have nothing against Cheelie, I'm just not crazy about her. She reminds me a lot of Bulma, haha.

Have a great night/day guys! :)