Author notes: Yo! It's been a long time once again but hopefully this chapter will live up to your expectations. Now let's the Saiyan saga continue! Along with the South Galaxy!
Distant planet
A light. A small spec of light floated in the abyss, glowing like as if it was her only way out of this damn dimension. If only that light was her ticket out of here, she would have taken it- unfortunately there were other things at stake other than Saishi's own life. It's funny how she ended up here in this universe that never meant anything to her, just like her lost cause-
But it wasn't a lost cause. She was alive because she had to find that girl, that girl who claimed to be her sister. Saishi had to find her and gain whatever answers she could... and eliminate this demon inside her. Eliminate the traces of that entity residing in her soul, that demon that took away whatever traces she had as a normal human.
"Wake up child…" Karu's voice echoed within the teen's mind, licking her fangs. Her crimson eyes gazed like the sun's horizon. "Someone's crying over you…"
Snapping her eyes open, Saishi's violet eyes scanned the dark room. The ceiling was like a void, the smell of wax filled the air and the bed was stiff... except for the weight that throbbed at her knees. Damp, cold; her knees stiffened.
"You're awake! Thank goodness!"
Jerking her body up, Saishi's eyes locked onto the green alien's ones. It was Samoe. Her eyes; raw and baggy. The child cried.
"What happened?" Saishi said, patting the child on her head. To see Samoe cry- she was a child who shouldn't witness such heinous crimes. Saishi had to find out what it was... and solve it soon.
"Please, stop the fight!" Samoe said, tears streaming out of her eyes. The Shamoian collapsed onto the teen's knees. Please, this bone chilling echoe of that monster's prowess crept over the lands. This had to stop- stop this heavy, twisted atmosphere of insanity resting on the child's lungs.
A fight? How long was I out for? Saishi thought, scanning the faintly lit room. Her violet eyes trailed back to the crouching child. Samoe's weeps echoed throughout her body, vibrating against Saishi's hollow skin. This felt familiar- forget it, it wasn't the time to remember those memories.
"Don't worry, I'm on it." Saishi assured, rubbing the shoulders of the weeping child.
"But you're hurt." Samoe's teary eyes met with hers again. "You'll be-"
"It's better than doing nothing at all." Saishi said, limping up to her bare feet. Damn it, who thought he could left her crippled just after one dispute... With only his weight. If only she had been faster, maybe she wouldn't have ended up this way.
Whish…
Saishi whipped her head towards the window, her eyes widened. Her pupils turned into slits. A green ball of light headed straight towards the window.
"Get down!" Saishi said, throwing her arms around Samoe
The wall exploded, sending plumes if dust into the room and burying both creatures. The candle light died out, drowning the room in darkness.
Taking breaths of air, Saishi shot up from the rubble, sheltering Samoe who had been trembling pale as she gripped Saishi's black shirt.
"Get out of here. I'll deal with it." Saishi ordered, pointing towards the door. It was getting too dangerous for the child to stay, but letting the child go alone was even riskier. However it was better than staying in the room were that Saiyan dwelled in. A room that reeked with iron; like the fresh blood of his victims, and darkness that no light could reach deep into the prison walls. Even if she was crippled, she wasn't going to let a vulnerable, innocent child watch the brutality of that Saiyan; she had to take the risk of separating herself from the child.
Easing her grip, Samoe dashed towards the narrow hallways, slipping into the crimson light painted by the sun's rays. Saishi's hands... they were all covered with scales. Just like that time when the child was looking for Saishi. Never mind, Samoe had to get to safety now. As much as she hated leaving her behind, Samoe knew she had no place on the battlefield. A baggage that Saishi had to protect or clear up.
Looking left to right, Saishi scanned the navy barren lands from the window ledge. Nothing. It was best to scan the lands below then. The teen leapt out of the window ledge; the rush of air lashed at her face. She landed with a gentle crunch on the dry soils.
A green light emanated from the window from where she left, perched high up in the building's layers. Saishi snapped her head up to only see a group of green energy balls exploding, like fireworks, against the rocky skin of the building.
Must be Broly's doing. Saishi thought, clenching her fists towards her chest. Tch! He's going to be one tricky target.
"Get out of here Saishi!"
Snapping her head to her right, Paragus plummeted towards her... then the raven haired pursuer, Broly.
Running her hand against the rough walls of the building, Saishi looked from her hand, then to the angle of the raven haired Saiyan's position.
Maybe this would work…
No! Don't be foolish woman! Paragus thought, gritting his teeth as he darted towards the teen. He's going to see through you!
Throwing her feet towards the stone walls, Saishi dashed towards Broly. Saishi leapt from the chilly walls towards Broly with a feral yell. The winds roared past her face.
Whipping his head towards the girl, Broly's dark, fiery gaze met with hers. The teen's yell was hushed; a cold shiver ran down her spine. Was this fear, again?
"Don't interfere!" Broly snarled lowly as the teen threw a fist. Swerving to his left, the teen brushed past his shoulder.
So fast! Saishi thought, gritting her teeth as the Saiyan fell below her.
"Don't get in my way!" Broly said, throwing a sharp punch to her gut. It felt as though a force of a car rammed into the girl's stomach. Scarlet blood escaped her lips as she gasped.
Leaving the girl stunned, Broly whipped his head, scanning the navy, barren lands below. His father-
Whoosh…
Whipping his head towards his left, the fluttering of his father's cape was a recognisable one. His father slipped behind the towering Saiyan. Damn that man!
Twisting his body, Broly tossed Saishi towards Paragus by the ankle.
"Saishi!" Paragus yelled as the teen slammed into his raised arms. Keeping her face close to his as he descended, his lips whispered into her ear, "He's lost it. Don't even try to take him on by yourself."
"What should we do then?" Saishi whispered as her eyes snapped back at Broly- wait, where did he go?
"Urgh!"
A green ball of energy rammed into Paragus's back, causing both Saishi and Paragus to spiral toward the ground, falling in a plume of smoke.
Broly hovered alone.
I'm going to make you suffer. Broly thought, the bridge of his brows furrowing. Slowly and painfully. His dark eyes observed the lands below, flickering left and right. The area around his eyes then tightened, glowering as the cool winds brushed past him. It didn't make any sense...
I... father? What did I do wrong father? Broly thought, clenching his jaws tighter. Why do they want to... harm me? What did I ever do to... them? I don't understand.
Broly glanced at his hands, wet and sticky. Bloody. Just like the mangled corpses he dealt with as a child. The mangled corpses of the tyrants that pursued him and his father.
Sometime ago...
Pant... pant...
Running... fleeing...
They had no other choice.
Darting though the barren wastelands of the planet that neither had known, they were pursued by a tyrant. The air was chilly, their breaths were thick with vapour and the stench of rotting flesh hung around them... not that this smell bothered the two fleeing Saiyans.
Breaking away from his father's grip, he had enough of running away from them.
"Son! Don't be foolish!" Paragus yelled as Broly stood up to the army pursuing them.
Like a swarm of insects, the army surrounded the young boy, observing the specimen with their artillery attached to one of their forearms.
"You're telling us that this kid is meant to be some kind of threat?" One of the purple-skinned soldiers said, sneering at the child. He held his gun towards Broly's head and pressed the scouter with the other hand.
The Saiyan child gazed up at the alien, silently without a blink.
Yellow blotches were scattered across the purple alien's face. And just like him, all the other aliens wore a similar uniform, brown shoulder and leg padding and a black body suit. Each had a scouter and weapon of their own.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Another yellow-skinned alien said, shouting down at Broly. He took a hold of the brown rags that the child wore around his torso. "I'm sorry but Lord Frieza can't be serious if this monkey brat is ment to be that prophecy. 'Super Saiyan'. Ha! Give me a break."
"Oh, but that's rather such a rude thing to say to a mighty Emperor now, isn't it fellow soldier? Robery? Appule?" A silky voice said, emanating from the scouter of what the soldiers wore. "I wonder what Lord Frieza would have to say now for underestimating his judgement..."
"N.. no... Forgive me Zarbon." Robery, the yellow-skinned alien, stuttered. He pushed the child back towards the sandy floor. The other soldier pointed his gun to the child's forehead.
"I'm going to warn you once. All Saiyan offsprings kill. You underestimate this one and you will die. Humiliating, but it's the truth."
"Yes Zarbon." Appule, the purple-skinned creature, said, sighing as he tapped the button on his blue scouter. "Come on boys, let's get rid of this monkey - tailed brat."
The purple-skinned alien grew a scowl as he trailed his red eyes down at the child. The child's eyes gazed directly up at the soldier's ones, waving his furry tail as he poked the metallic artillery.
"Say your prayers kid." Robery said, focusing the beam to the child's head. Appule gazed into the child's deep, black eyes. How could a child have so much innocence from a bloodthirsty race? No- those eyes...
"Finish him no-"
Before his last words could be uttered, the swarm of soldiers were left speechless.
The Saiyan child slammed his fist into the purple-skinned alien's gut, cracking the black armour. Blood trickled down the damaged area.
"Fire!" Robery said, shrieking. He pointed his gun at the child.
All at once, the swarm fired their beams of laser at the spot, sending the land up in a plume of smoke.
"Son!" Paragus yelled, throwing a hand towards the smoke that consumed his only son. First it was King Vegeta and now this. Why was fate so cruel?
Seconds later, grunts and yells ripped through the barrier of smoke. Plopping of bodies thumped against the sandy soils as crimson liquid sprayed against the air.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING?" One of the soldiers yelled, darting throughI the thick dust.
Splat...
A silhouette of the soldier was torn in half, spilling out the liquid and what could have been the intestines of the soldier, plopping onto the barren ground. Another had missed the small target, causing his head to be sliced off from the body by the child's hands.
Then another soldier scrambled out from the thick soldier was covered in blood from head to toe, panting as the his eyes fell onto the elder Saiyan. His eyes were wide; trembling as sweat trickled down his brow whilst his hands were placed on his knees.
"Oh... it looks like I've missed one."
The yellow - skinned alien's lips quivered. Robery trailed his eyes towards the child.
Broly's face had streaks of blood, dripping down his nose and cheeks. His fists were covered in blood, noticeably in his right hand he held a scouter. The blue scouter of his comrade.
"How dare you!" Robery yelled, clenching his fists to his chest. Darting towards the child, the yellow-skinned soldier threw a punch towards the boy. No way was he going to let a child- a monkey brat, get away with murder.
Thud... drip... drip...
Letting out a faint yell, the soldier trailed his eyes towards his abdomen. A fist had been shoved clean into his gut. Dragging his fist out, Broly ripped out the flesh from the alien's gut, pulling out what remained of his crippled spine.
"How?" Robery said, wheezing before collapsing onto the sandy grounds. There was no way that this child was this powerful... not even for an elite Saiyan soldier.
The child twisted his head up at his father, smiling like any child would do... Even if the blood if his enemies was streaked across his face.
However, not a single word of praised left his father's lips.
Opening his eyes, his father's dark eyes remain motionless. His jaws, hands, eyes- every part of his body stiffen. This look... where was the praise? It seemed as though something had sucked out his warmth.
Then there was the smile. His father gazed down at him, smiling as he ruffled the child's unruly black hair.
What did it mean?
Now...
Falling away from his surroundings, Broly drifted in his sea of memories, wondering about that look on his father's face. Was his father scared of him?
"Now!"
Before Broly could snap his head towards the sound of his father's voice, something slammed into his gut. The girl...
"I'm going to murder you all!" Broly roared, throwing up his clenched, bloodied fists to his chest as he glared at the girl.
Saishi felt the heat against her face. That heat- it was similar to that night two weeks ago. This could spell danger.
No no no! He can't be! Paragus thought, sensing the rush in energy.
Static crackled around Broly's body, his gaze glowering at Saishi. This gaze was a grave one indeed- as if it was a type of creature hiding in the veil of darkness, waiting yet craving for something that she didn't wish to think about.
Saishi retreated, diving down the chilly air before landing with a crunch besides Paragus.
"Paragus!" Saishi said, her eyes wide at Paragus, who observed his son. "It didn't work."
"Tch, that should have been his weak point." Paragus said as he ran his index finger down his chin. "We only have one shot at this now." Paragus trailed his sullen eyes down at the girl. "Once his hair has turned golden, it will be the end."
"Gold?" Saishi questioned, snapping her head back up at Broly, who now laughed up at the amber skies, roaring his malice warning over the colourless, rugged lands. What did the colour gold have to do with this?
"If you don't remember Saishi, Broly will destroy anyone under a matter of seconds... an army, a child and even his own father. Don't you remember what I said that day?" Paragus warned as he tightened the area around his eyes. Thin layers of dust levitated as the ground trembled from the growing tension. Time was running out. "Saishi, here's the plan." Paragus crept closer to the teen. This was his last chance.
Broly's power rushed through his veins. It had been so long since he was able to control his own powe with ease. Now he could truly unleash the power, a power that was chained up and locked for so long.
"Broly!" Saishi yelled, darting towards the raven haired Saiyan, throwing a fist as she was tossed into the air by Paragus.
Broly snarled. He swerved to his left again. Whipping his head towards the stone building- there was no time to dodge. Broly brought up one of his arms, swatting her feeble attack like a fly. Unfortunately something still didn't feel right as the girl fell.
"What do you think your trying to pull?" Broly roared, grasping her wrists, making sure that every bone that remained in Saishi's fists were crushed. Surely the pain will make her scream out her demise.
Wait! Was this a diversion?
Something cold and smooth slide over his forehead. Something Broly recognised too well... No- it couldn't be!
"Son."
Throwing a back kick towards his father, Broly twisted his body. His father held out a metal ring wrapped around his hand. Of all things, the raven haired Saiyan knew what this meant.
"No... NO!" Broly said, roaring as he darted towards his father, tossing Saishi towards the stone walls of the building. "DON'T DO THIS FATHER!"
"No you don't!" Saishi yelled, bouncing off from the walls again before ramming both her arms into the towering Saiyan's bare back, causing the Saiyan to be knocked off his course... Just barely.
"If you had listened to me in the beginning son, this wouldn't have happened!" Paragus said, holding out his ringed fingers towards the raven haired Saiyan. A green light erupted from the ring, soon following the crown to glow green.
Broly growled. He clasped his hands over his head. His energy drained out from him, just like barren lands below him. His mind closed in on him, his body crushed into him.
"FATHER!" Broly cried out. He dug his fingers into his skull, barely able to see his father, that man, blurred by pain.
Looking up from the lands below, Saishi gripped her bloodied arm. She observed the amber skies above. It was unfortunate for it to end like this.
It was for the best. Saishi thought, watching Broly plummet towards the soil.
Broly crouched onto his knees, writhing.
"Son." Paragus said, landing onto the navy land before Broly, "I'm only doing what's right for you."
"F..fa..ther..." Broly panted as sweat trickled down his face. "Why?"
"You should know." Paragus said as his black eyes gazed down at the kneeling Saiyan. "Saishi." He trailed his eye towards the teen. Her hands... "Training will resume later. Call your attendant to patch up those wounds."
Yet again has his son harmed that girl. No self control whatsoever; Paragus had to control his son no matter the costs.
"Yes Paragus." Saishi said, bowing her head, placing her left hand over her chest before leaving in silence.
Alone they stood in the wastelands, the wind whistled through Paragus's white cape, fluttering like a beat of a crow's wings. He gazed down at his son, a squirming mess. If only he had listened then things wouldn't have turned out this way.
"Broly... son." Paragus said, crouching besides Broly, his sullen eyes looking down at a hidden face of a robbed identity. A puppet that the master was guilty of using.
Broly was a threat to the king, even as a newborn. It was unfortunate that Broly's hatred was aimed at him- or anyone in the matter. Like a Saiyan father, Paragus tried to save his only son. But, he was punished to take responsibility to calm the uncontrollable fury that had fallen on Broly.
"Please underst-"
A sharp blow stuck Paragus, launching him several metres away from Broly. Sitting upright, Paragus ran his fingers over the pained muscles on his face. His eyes snapped up at his kneeling son.
Broly's black eyes burned with hatred, like the flames of eternal Hell. That glare, it was enough to rip a hole through Paragus's soul. Dark, detached and terrifyingly cold.
"Don't act as if you really give a damn!" Broly snarled as his hands gripped the dry, navy soils. "You never gave a damn. Hell, why did you even drag the girl into this?" He raised a brow. "You're a coward. Yeah, that's what you are." He tilted his head. "You can't stand on your own; you always run and hide. Pathetic!" He snapped his head towards his father, spitting his words of venom. He scowled at his father.
"You don't understand son!" Paragus countered as he rose up to his feet. "That tyrant is stronger than either of us. Be grateful that he can't find us right now!" He swung his arm in the air, silencing the winds with a whoosh. "That tyrant would have exterminated the last ones of the Saiyan race. I won't let Frieza find, enslave and then kill the last known Saiyans. Hell, I don't even know if the Prince is even out there."
"You stole my freedom!" Broly said, glowering at Paragus. He sprung up to his feet. If only he hadn't fallen for that trick, his hands would have snapped that man's neck by now. His hand shot out towards his father, focusing whatever energy he had to end this torture.
"Your freedom was taken away not because I hate you; but even if I tried to explain, you'll just try to kill me just about now." Paragus pointed his steady, ringed finger towards his son. "Don't even bother trying to shoot down your own father, son."
"Don't you even know how much that thing hurts?" Broly growled lowly at Paragus. A faint green light formed from at the centre of his palm. The energy slipped away faster than he could create. Broly no longer held onto the chains that connected him to his power.
"No. It's called your punishment. Give up." Paragus commanded as the green light from the ring faded. Broly fell to his knees again, grunting as his hands slammed into the ground. "Instead of trying to kill every damn person, save your energy for the girl. She's going to fight you later on." Pulling out what seems like bands from his armour, Paragus tossed the material towards Broly. "Make her wear these. They're weighted material, which can be worn around her wrists and ankles. Now." Turning away from his son, Paragus took off to the skies, "Obey your father if you know what's best for you, son!"
The dried soil clumped against the skin of his bloodied palm. Broly glared up at the maroon material that laid before him.
Your freedom was taken away not because I hate you...
Not because I hate you...
He staggered to his feet, raising his head up at the amber skies above.
Because I hate you...
Broly's eyes snapped wider, red veins cracked across the surface of his eyes to his father's words.
"When I break out of this crown, the first thing that I'll do is blow up this damn planet with everything on it!" Broly roared up at the crimson streaked skies above, sending a shockwave across the barren land and shattering the scorched ground.
Several metres away, Paragus sighed. He placed his feet on the tiled floors of his room. He shook his head as he sat behind the mahogany desk; littered with papers that were scribbled with notes and drawings, accompanied by a lonesome, flickering candle.
Freedom... Paragus thought as he took a feathered quill. He dipped the tip into a black pool of ink. If I gave it to you... there's no doubt that you'll be able to control that power. You'll lose all your reasoning and be consumed by rage. I can't let that happen to you, especially when Frieza is still alive and well. The feathered quill stroked the creamy, thin sheet of the paper. The ink bled across the page. Your power has to be locked out of your reach. Broly, you have to understand that you pose a threat to everyone. I can't say how much I regret taking this path but it was the only way to keep you away from letting that tyrant from getting to you. Undoubtfully, no matter how hard I try to justify my actions, son, you'll never forgive me- Hell! You wouldn't even listen to the first word of that sentence.
The elder Saiyan trailed his eyes up at the amber, clear skies. Sighing, he leaned back on the wooden chair. If Broly harboured this much hatred to his own father, did some of that hate lash out at the girl? Considering the fact she hadn't done anything to him.
Forgive me Saishi for the problems later on. I have one request…
Elsewhere in the mossed covered building, a faint tremor rattled the building.
"I wonder what's happening out there..." Saishi said. She winced as Samoe fastened a white bandage around the teen's bloodied hands.
"At least it's not you who has to deal with him." Samoe said, patting the teen's hand before pulling the end of the bandage from her mouth. "I'm glad he only broke your hand. Anything more and you would have been a right mess." Samoe giggled before fastening the bandage before cupping her hands around the teen's ones.
"Well I have to train with him later." Saishi sighed as she shook her head. "You're going to expect more broken bones."
"I can't expect nothing less from that monster." Samoe said, smiling faintly as her eyes trailed up to Saishi's ones. "Good luck."
"Thanks." Saishi replied, smiling faintly before twisting her head towards the tinted windows.
Those amber skies... Just like those days where she sat next to her; laughing, crying and exploring the lands without a care in the world. Watching the amber skies blur, Saishi rubbed her violet eyes with the back of her loose, black sleeves. Why did they evoke some kind of emotion? She didn't even know the child.
"Saishi?" Samoe said, patting Saishi on the knees. As the teen lowered her hands, the Shamoian child smiled up at her.
"It's nothing." Saishi said, inhaling a deep breath as she placed her hands on the grey bed sheets. "It's just the sky. It reminds me of home."
"Home." Samoe said, twisting her head up at the window. "I know how you feel."
"Do you know how painful it is to be... s..so so alone?"
Samoe twirled her head up at the teen. Tears trickled down the teen's cheeks. She bit her thin lips, hushing out her own silent cries.
"Saishi..." Samoe said, patting Saishi on her knees. "It's alright. We'll somehow make it through."
Nodding in silence, Saishi took in another deep breath before exhaling, trembling as she sat up on the wooden frames of the bed.
"I'll never let Broly see me like this." Saishi declared, rubbing her soaked cheeks with the back of her hands. "He would consider this a weakness."
"That monster would." Samoe said, trailing her eyes towards the window. "He's just a heartless monster that loves to see anyone breakdown, especially my people. Whatever you do Saishi, don't give him the satisfaction he wants! Please!" She gripped the teen's shirt, her black eyes gazing, trembling as they met with Saishi's ones.
"He won't, he doesn't seem to have any interest with me any way." Saishi said, trailing her eyes up at the ceiling as she covered her mouth. I hope not any way...
"Interest?" Samoe loosened her grip, "Well... I guess you have a point." She tilted her head up as a finger rested on her lips. "As long as you don't have his attention, then everything's fine. His centre of attention is the most dangerous place to be."
"Thanks for the advice. I'll better get going then." Saishi waved her hand at the child as she rose to her feet, swaying as her knees trembled. This was going to be one tough training session today.
"Be safe Saishi."
"Thanks, you too."
Several hours later...
"So..." Saishi said, folding her hands over her chest. She stood opposite her mentor in the barren, turquoise wastelands. How long has it been since she was here again? "What's the training schedule today, Broly?"
Looking down at the small maroon haired teen, Broly's stance mirrored Saishi's. The nerve of this child…
"It's simple." Broly said as his dark, fiery eyes gazed down at the girl. "Land your strongest blow on me." His thumb jabbed into his muscular chest.
"Huh? But shouldn't we finish off with the ki manipulation stuff first?" Saishi said, tilting her head as the Saiyan draw his arms over his chest. "I still haven't grasp the concept of flight like you."
"It's not relevant right now." Broly'ss gaze steadily observed the teen. He stood still in the chilly breeze. "You need to build on your durability and agility. Then you can learn that. Right now, you can't take a blow to the stomach from a weak punch like mine. What makes you think that you'll be able to handle the gale up there?"
Handling the weather is no problem but being weak... Saishi thought as her brows shot up. So if I took a full power blow…
"Tch. Fine." Saishi said, shaking her head as she took her stance. "I'll attack you head on."
"I'm not going anywhere." Broly said, lowering his arms to his sides. What a stupid move, you're not meant to say what your first move is. This kid must have a death wish.
Saishi faced a palm towards the towering Saiyan, bending her knees for balance. Letting out a yell, Saishi leapt towards the Saiyan, darting towards him with her fingers pointed towards him.
Thump…
Her fist struck the Saiyan's abdomen. It felt as though all her knuckles were going to snap. It was like having her knuckles slammed between an iron door and a wall.
"Power needs some working on." Broly analysed, staring down at the hand shoved into his gut. "Speed seems not too bad." His fingers wrapped around Saishi's arms, pushing them to her. "You'll need to try harder than that to hurt me." His hands were firm around her wrists. He noticed the teen tightening her jaws. Releasing his grip, the Saiyan strode away from the girl, leaving a few inches of distance between the both of them.
"So you want me to attack you again?" Saishi said, rubbing her wrists as she kept a steady gaze on him. Strange... He didn't attempt to crush her wrists.
"No," Broly said as he twisted his head back at her, "Instead, father told me to tell you to wear these." He held out a pair of maroon bands."Catch." Broly tossed the bands towards the teen.
"Wait! What are tho-"
Saishi's hands slammed into the dry grounds with a loud thud, interrupting her sentence with a deep gasp. Her feet dug into the shattered grounds as she held the weighted bands.
"It's s..so heavy!" Saishi grunted, craning her head up at Broly; who had his arms crossed over his chest. "W... what is th.. this?"
"They're weighted bands." Broly answered, gazing down at the girl. His eyes shifted up to his right before locking his contact with the girl. "If you didn't know, you were already working against ten times the gravity of this planet. Wearing those bands will add another ten to the gravity you feel now."
"W.. what?" Saishi gulped as she heaved one of the bands over her wrists. "What type of planet am I on? And where?"
"This is an empty planet, dead and drifting somewhere in the South galaxy." Broly said, glancing up at the cyan skies. That planet... Shamo... never mind, it wasn't the time to think about that.
"This gravity should have crushed my body-" Saishi said as she circled her wrists.
"Well that shows that you can manage." Broly said, snapping his head towards the girl.
Damn it! Did I just say that out loud? Saishi thought, lifting both her weighted arms up to her chest.
This kid. Broly thought as his dark eyes scanned the girl's arms and knees. Where's that energy? Show me.
"Now the real training begins." Broly said as he raised a fist at the teen. "Hand to hand combat. Do you think you can keep up?"
"If that's a challenge," Saishi panted as the blood rushed to her face. "I'll take you on."
The heat from the nearby stars rays scorched the land. Broly gazed down at the scarlet faced girl. Was she actually serious?
"Forget it." Broly said, shaking his head as he turned away from the girl. "You won't last five seconds against me. Just stick to your ki manipulation stuff."
"Huh?" Saishi said, hanging her hands down her her sides. With a heavy thud, she was now kneeling in front of the towering Saiyan.
"You heard me kid. You wouldn't last five seconds against me." Broly said, glaring back down at the teen.
"Can you at least prove that? If that's not too much to ask for Broly." Saishi hissed as she dragged her arms and legs back up.
Tsh...
Saishi's eyes widened.
How? When? Saishi thought as she saw the black, torn material held in his hand. Her right arm; bare, showing the grey bandages wrapped around her arm.
"This is one of the best materials that the Shamoians gathered to create the durable clothes you wear now." Broly said, observing the torn material swaying in the cool breeze. "If I could rip this away from you in a mere blink of an eye, imagine what mess you would have been after the training?"
Sighing, Saishi bowed her head down at the turquoise soils.
Broly crouched before her, gripping the teen by her bandaged arm.
"I don't understand this- your logic." Broly said, running his fingers down her arm.
The back of her hairs rise up, a shiver jolted down her spine.
Feeling her arm jerk away, Broly eased his grip on Saishi.
"You have all of these... injuries, but you won't give in? What's the point of fighting me if you can barely stand your own?" Broly questioned, tilting his head at Saishi.
"I'm not scared to take chances." Saishi said, placing her other hand over her bandaged ones. "Especially if it's someone like you." There was no way that she was going to allow someone like him to break her will and then have his pleasures, especially when she promised Samoe.
"Even for your sister?" Broly said, locking his eye contact with the girl. Yes, those eyes...
"How do you know about her?" Saishi said, glaring at Broly. She tightened her fists. This information, it shouldn't have been possible for the likes of him to know of her- Unless Paragus!
"I heard you and the insect talking." Broly said, twisting his head towards the navy, rugged mountains in the distance. "Not that she's relevant right now..." His dark eyes trailed back to the teen, his hand reached out towards her small, pale ones. "Show me what you can do with the ki manipulation." His voice became low.
"N..now?" Saishi said, stuttering as the Saiyan ran his fingers down the teen's bandaged palms. Another wild shiver ran down her spine, causing Saishi's body to tremble. This Saiyan- the one that tried attacking Paragus seemed gentle. She had to make distance with him. He was getting too close, especially if he knew about her. Amaya.
"You're scared." Broly said, poking his finger into the girl's palm. That scent was too familiar, like the stench of that Shamoian child... The wide black eyes and the down - turned lips. No, he was certain, the girl was afraid of him. Why? Where was her fiery nature two weeks ago?
His eyes had been fixed on her palms for a few minutes now. Saishi clapsed her palm, jolting her hand to her chest and causing the Saiyan to glance at her. She had to get away from him.
"Why are you afraid?" Broly said, gripping the teen's shoulders. "I told you to stop being so scared!" His hands dug into her skin, deeper into her bruised flesh.
Wincing, Saishi's violet eyes trembled as they met up with his. There was no signs of escape from someone like him, it was tragic to see what Paragus has explained so well about him. His strength, his brutality and his lack of understanding. He was lost in that sea of rage.
A lost cause.
"Saishi!"
Whipping both their heads, Samoe darted towards Saishi, yelling as she dropped the wooden casket filled with various plants. "Leave her alone!"
Snapping his head back at the girl, Broly shoved Saishi away from him. He leapt away from both the Shamoian and girl, letting the torn black material drift away in the winds.
"Samoe." Saishi said, the ends of her brows dipped down. Samoe ran her stubby hands down the bloodied arms of the girl.
"Are you alright Saishi?" Samoe said, ripping away the crimson bandages of the teen. "Forget that- you need attention!"
Observing both Samoe and Saishi, Broly clenched his teeth. One was a fighter, the other one was just a mere insect. The scars across her arms... what did they mean?
Wait- that look!
Samoe's black eyes were glowing with a deep hatred; those eyes were now like the flames of the ruins of her home. No- like the eyes of her parents. Intentions of murder. Her eyes trailed back to the teen, wrapping the fresh bandages around Saishi's arms.
The Saiyan stood too still for any living creature. Why did those eyes came back to him? Cold yet so alive.
"Thanks Samoe." Saishi said as the Samoe fastened the bandage around the teen's wrists. Her violet eyes trailed up towards Broly.
His eyes... they were empty. His brows were snapped together, creating multiple creases over his brows and the bridge of his nose.
"Broly?" Saishi said, tilting her head up at the still, lone Saiyan.
Stumbling to her feet, Saishi swayed towards the Saiyan. His eyes- they were trembling.
Something wasn't right.
Broly shook his head, snapping to either side, gripping his head. He let out a guttural growl. His eyes squeezed shut as he writhed.
"Broly!" Saishi said, yelling as the ground below her give way.
Damn! What's gotten into him now? Saishi thought as leapt away from the Saiyan. A pale green aura now consumed his body, lashing out towards the air around him. Snapping his head up at the skies above, the Saiyan roared before blasting off into the cloudy skies above, leaving a trail of debris behind in his departure.
Those eyes, those murderous eyes, it shouldn't be possible for a weakling to have those pair of eyes- and the girl... She was still afraid, why? Then there was his father.
Those eyes. The fear. The helplessness. It was wrecking Broly, eating him from inside. Just like the sea of rage, this consumed countless other emotions he once harboured.
As Saishi left, the Samoe threw her arm up, blocking Saishi's road.
"Leave him." Samoe said. Saishi stopped. Samoe collected the remaining plants from the broken floor. "His mind's slipping."
"What?" Saishi asked as her brows shot up. Slipping?
"He's a very dangerous guy to be around." Samoe said, holding out an orange, spiky fruit towards the girl from her wooden casket. "If he stayed, he would have destroyed everything here. There's no use in helping him."
"There's no use in helping him…"
Paragus said the same thing. Saishi loosened her arms, letting them brush by her thighs. Just before she thought she could get to know him better, more and more darker secrets seem to emerge.
Planet Earth
Drip... drip…
Okome panted as she limped to her feet. Trying to regain balance was tough, her foot gave way but she just caught herself. Okome ran her hand over her arm as blood trickled down her brow. Something warm and sticky dampened the sleeves of her purple gi. Fearing of what happened, she flicked her eyes to her arm. Her sleeve dyed crimson. Unbearable pain burned through her bloodied arm. It was broken.
I'm sorry... Okome thought as she brought her head down. Her navy hair fell towards her face, blocking the giant who stood in her way. I'm so sorry... Gritting her teeth in angst, there was nothing she can do now.
"Get ready squirt!" Nappa said, his coarse voice thundering towards the girl. He lunged towards the small female, "cause you're going to be my first victim!" He wasn't going to let an insect disgrace an elite. Not now, not ever. That girl- that insect! She was going to be squashed underneath his feet. How he can imagine the screams escaping that child's lips, crushing her tiny body with a satisfying crunch with blood oozing from her mangled muscles. It was a pleasurable site as the giant grinned at the beauty of her despair.
"Okome!" Gohan screamed at the top of his lungs. He could not bare it, another ally was going to die in front of his very eyes. There had to be something that he could do to save her. Lunging towards the doom that awaited his friend, he wasn't going to just standby and watch her be played like a toy. It was too much to bear for the youngest defender of the Z - fighters.
A sharp jolt jabbed Gohan's shoulders, which sent the boy backwards to his bottom.
"Don't be a fool!" Piccolo yelled as he stood in front of Gohan. The green skinned demon glared at the boy, he couldn't let the young fighter die yet. The boy was special to him, he was special because he hid a powerful storm within him that could be unleashed on those blasted Saiyans, or so he thought. There was something else that he had learnt while he trained him and Okome, but he couldn't understand what it was, what was it that gave him the reason to protect those annoying brats?
"Mister Piccolo! You have to help her!" Gohan said, bouncing to his feet before charging once again to Okome's aid. However, Piccolo grabbed him by the white collar of his gi, causing Gohan to dangle in the air. Piccolo shook his head at the small child. He looked over to Tien, who walked ahead of Chiaotzu. He knew what he was going to do, even if it was going to cost the silent warrior an arm for the whole process.
"Not on my watch." Tien said dashing in to battle. He wasn't going to let another ally die. His rival, Yamcha, died because of his cruel fate with the Saibaman. He wasn't to to standby and watch another die. He trained, even if the odds were stacked against him, and he would fight any enemy who would dare to destroy his home and harm any of his comrades. It was his solemn oath as a disciplined student of the martial arts.
"Tien! No!" Chiaotzu said, cupping his hands around his mouth. No- he mustn't insult his friend's actions. The girl was a valuable ally, a student of Piccolo, who the green demon was a worthy adversary to even Tien acknowledged.
Nappa's footsteps crunched the dry grass. Closer and closer, before ending the girl's foolish attempt at defeating a monster, he was both superior to her in strength and speed.
Okome bowed her head in defeat, knowing that death is a few inches away. She thought only of the harsh venom spat from her older siblings lips.
"You're pathetic. Why don't I end your pitiful life here?"
Those words struck Okome as clear as a platinum knife.
Sometime ago…
Blood stained the city walls. The black, tinted windows of the tall, black buildings were broken in from the corpses that hung from their glass coffins. It was a massacre, a violation and nightmare to Okome's morals. What made it worst was the crimson sunset that painted the entire city as Okome ran through the deserted city, setting the mood of helpless despair. She searched for the murderer who she had not expected to be.
The slitted, crimson eyes that she, her older sister, had. Blood lust. That creature, who claimed to be her sister, stood like a crow at the top of a towering building, staring down at Okome.
Okome couldn't help but realise how insignificant she meant to Layla. That face, it was blank.
Blank.
No guilt, no tears. Just blank. But then, as soon asOkome thought she lost her sister, something was revealed in those darkest moments. Somethingchanged as Okome had more frequent encounters with her. Something changed within her sister, something that gave the child hope that her real sister was in there... somewhere in the abyss of her mind.
She had to survive, even if the odds were stacked against her.
Now…
A head splitting thud vibrated throughout the ground, causing multiple rubble to crumble away into dust.
It was Tien. Nappa lashed at the Triclops as he stood in front of Okome; defending the girl from the damage from Nappa's devastating blow.
"Snap out of it!" Tien said, blocking the blow from the giant. Nappa decapitated Tien's shoulder clean off. Crimson blood gushed out from the missing limb, causing the monk yell. The silent warrior knew that he would have to sacrifice something in order to protect a vulnerable ally, even if it put him through excruciating pain.
"Looks like he's been unarmed." Vegeta said, grinning as he watched the glorious flow of crimson liquid spraying into the scorched air.
"... I get it!" Nappa said, instantly agitating the Prince from his cool attitude.
"Shut up Nappa!" Vegeta yelled back at his comrade.
No! Tien! Okome thought, her navy eyes widening in shock. The blood splattered against the sandy grass.
"Get away now!' Tien said, flinging his remaining arm at the child.
Okome froze in place. Fear had taken over her. Blood. The sight of blood caused her own blood to pump cold. That swift strike; who Nappa landed, snapped Tien's arm like a matchstick, similar to the swift strike that her older sister used.
Excruciating merciless agony.
What is that brat doing? Piccolo thought, looking at Okome. She did not budged a muscle since Tien warned her to escape. The plan was going to fail at this rate. It was only a matter of time before Nappa would tear through Tien before ripping her apart.
Diving in, Piccolo grabbed the girl by her waist whilst Tien leapt towards the skies above.
Cocky brat... Nappa grinned, observing each fighter's movements before he made his cruel judgement. Looking up towards the clear skies, he dashed towards his prey at blinding speeds.
"Gah!"
Ambushed from behind by an Earth shattering punch to his spine, Tien hurled towards the earth below. He slammed into the into the arid soils. Tien silently roared in pain. He had to wait for an opening if he had any chance in defeating that monster. He couldn't lose now, especially when his lifelong friend both promised to protect Earth no matter the costs- especially for her.
Charging up for a finishing blow to the Triclops, the tips of Nappa's fingers crackled a crimson light. Swiping his right arm towards his left, he drew a line across the crater. A violent explosion followed, causing the ground to erupt. Rocks and dust were thrown into the air as the explosion blinded the defenders of Earth.
Krillin, who happened to try to stop Tien from attempting suicide, was blown away several metres. Gohan crouched down, clinging on to the baked earth for dear life. His tiny body was more the reason why it was difficult to stay on the ground.
"Tien!" Okome gasped as she was carried by her mentor. Being the first one to see, a massive scar wad left by the explosion on the earth. There was no way that Tien could have survived the blast. It was too powerful to defend against, especially when Tien was one arm less.
"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't charge in like a mindless fool!" Piccolo yelled at her before dropping the child to her feet.
Feeling heavy in her stomach, Okome collapsed to her knees. She knew she messed up. Her foolish attempt seemed as though she had ended another ally's life. Everyone was going to suffer; her actions made it more the worse. She couldn't help but stare at the dull soil, gripping the dry soil with her hands.
What power! Piccolo thought, peering into the crater, it's so deep that there's no end... If only the kid knew what she was doing, this could have been avoided. The Namekian looked over to the girl before looking back up at the hovering behemoth.
"Now..." Nappa said, observing the remaining fighters, "time to take out the rest of the trash." His black eyes gazed down at Okome. It seems as though she had given up the will to fight any longer. Yes, the face of utter devestaton and despair.
As a confused Krillin rose to his feet, he scanned his surroundings, trying to gain his bearings.
Where is everyone? Krillin thought as the sun's heat prickled his skin. Wait... who's-
A Chi signiture plummeted.
No! Chiaotzu couldn't have-
Sweat trickled down his shiny head. It was only then when Krillin realised what his rival was going to do.
"Die! You worthless weakling!" Nappa said, charging towards the weeping child.
Okome's legs refused to budge as her inner feeling overtook her body. She refused to die. She had to fight the feeling in order to have any chance of defeating that monster, and to at least survive to reunite with her sister again.
"Behind you!" Vegeta barked up at the clueless giant. At least the Prince prevented her unrelenting doom.
"Eh?" Nappa said as he looks at Vegeta.
If Vegeta could, he would have growled in fustration for the sheer stupidity that Nappa had, or he could have blast his bald head straight off. But it wasn't the time to lose his temper now.
Just regaining his consciousness, Tien staggered to his feet. Only having one arm left made it more the challenge. He evaded that blow by the skin of his teeth. It would have been better if he had performed the multiform technique, but Okome would have been long dead if he hadn't intervened. His decapitated arm was now dried up with blood.
Without trying to show any weakness, the warrior got up, keeping his mental struggle to himself.
Where's Chiaotzu? Tien thought as he scanned the open wasteland. His eyes narrowed as he felt a Chi energy fade. No, Chiaotzu! It's not going to work! Tien snapped his head. There had to be a way another way. Not this!
"Chiaotzu!" Krillin said, pointing up at the small fighter on the behemoths back.
Tien snapped his head towards Krillin's direction, his eyes widened. The tiny fighter clung on for dear life.
"Why you little-" Nappa said, shaking the small fighter off his back. First it was the girl and now it was the pale doll. It was getting pretty annoying for the elite giant to handle such small disturbances.
"Goodbye Tien…"
Tears welled up in Chiaotzu's eyes as he relayed his message to Tien. If only it didn't had to end like this... "I'll miss the fond memories that I shared with you... Please, Tien... Please don't die... for Launch's sake…"
"No Chiaotzu!" Tien yelled as his brows shot up. "Don't do it! You've already died once and the Dragonballs won't be able to bring you back."
"I'm doing this for the best," Chiaotzu thought as his vision faded to white. "I know I'm not strong enough but I have to put every last energy into this blast and.. I'm sorry Tien if this fails. I just want to help in anyway I can. I hope I can meet you some day in otherworld. For now, it's goodbye…"
Krillin watched the grim warrior grieve in silence. Krillin acknowledged Chiaotzu as a rival, a great rival during the last Budokai Tenkaichi tournament. It was sad that he was going to lose a great rival, a rival that the mighty dragon known as 'Shenron' could not revive.
I know how he feels... Krillin thought, turning his head towards the giant, there's nothing I can do either... until we met again Chiaotzu.
With a huge, violent explosion, the giant and tiny fighter vanished, surrounding the skies with a bright light. A strong current of wind to brushed against the forlorn lands.
He self destructed! Gohan thought, bracing himself for the harsh shock wave rumbling the skies and lands a far.
That's so foolish! Piccolo thought, staring up at the clearing skies above.
Then, silence fell over the battlefield. What seemed like an eternity, the skies began to clear.
A distinctive, huge figure floated in the air above. There was no sign of the brave, small fighter. He had given up his life in vain.
"CHIAOTZU!" Tien said, digging his fingers into his palms in anguish and fear. In anguish due to the fact that he knows that he's lost his best friend against that monstrous behemoth. Fear, because of the strength that the monster had as he was still flying in the air, unscathed by the explosion. A rush of blood seeped through the gaps of his fingers.
"That was a complete waste of effort," Nappa said, grinning as he rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, while clenching his other hand into a fist. "Since everyone's going to have a turn, which one of you bugs wants to volunteer next?"
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Nappa turned his bloodthirsty eyes towards the female. "I know..." He landed with a crunch in front of the kneeling child. The giant had to finish what that girl had started. He wasn't going to let that go unnoticed.
Elsewhere in otherworld...
Zooming down the winding roads of Snakeway, two Saiyans raced down the long, winding road. Below the narrow pathway; yellow, fluffy clouds floated and obscured the views below.
"Come on Kakarot!" The wild haired Saiyan yelled in his raspy voice as he flew down the path, "I don't want to miss my fun against that giant of a clown!"
"I know Raditz!" Goku replied, in contrast to his brother he chose to run down the narrow path. "But we're not going to make it in time!"
"Damn it! If only that old geezer knew how to count, we could of got to Earth sooner!" Raditz muttered, crossing his arms of his chest. His black, long hair whipped in the breeze as he flew besides his younger sibling.
"Don't blame King Kai. He knew that we had to have the best training before we could fight them... you even said yourself that they're way stronger than you and by the way..." Goku twisted his head towards his older brother, "Stop calling me that. I'd prefer it if you call me Goku."
"Look... little brother..." Raditz sighed as he turned his head to face his younger sibling, "That's your Saiyan name and I'll keep calling you that until the day you die."
"But I did die." Goku said, smiling up at Raditz, slowing his pace to a jogging speed.
"Oh for the love of Kami, I don't give a damn anymore! Let's just get this stupid deal over and done with!" Raditz yelled before blasting ahead of his younger sibling, leaving Goku behind in his dust.
I can't believe that father had another son that was so damn gullible... The fuming Raditz thought as the wind whipped at his spiky hair, who in the family gave him that? Father was a fighter. He was ruthless but he valued his team members more than anyone... so... then that means... his brows shot up. Mother?
Even though he claims to be my brother, he seems to have a short fuse... did every Saiyan have this problem? I mean Piccolo didn't look like the typical Earthling... he was too green... well including Tien with his third eye... Goku thought, itching the front of his head, I mean they didn't act like my... I-don't-know-I-had-an-older-brother-that's-an-alien. Hmmm... I already told him multiple times to stop calling me a carrot. I hate carrots... oh well... its not my fault if I like the colour ora-
"Well?" Raditz called back towards his sibling, distracting Goku's flow of thoughts.
"Oh yeah, better get serious." Goku mumbled before dashing down the remainder of Snakeway. Reaching a sharp curve on Snakeway, he leapt off the edge of his pathway, somersaulting towards the air above before flying over the endless yellow clouds besides his older brother. Just a few more kilometres left, just hold on the defenders of Earth, help is on the way.
Back on Planet Earth…
"You'll pay for this!" Tien yelled up at Nappa from the land below.
He darted towards Nappa, who turned his head towards Tien.
Perfect. Tien's fist met with Nappa's jaw, tossing the giant away from Okome by several metres.
Flying towards his former student, Piccolo landed in front of the child.
"What are you doing! Get up!" Piccolo said, lifting the child off her feet by her collar. The green demon was not going to let her be a target for that monster. He shook the girl from her collar, shaking her head back and forth.
Noticing his black eyes glaring at her, Okome nodded in response to Piccolo's violent strangling. Piccolo dropped the girl, causing Okome to crash face first into the dirt. As much as she wanted to yell out pain, but she had no other option. She swayed to her feet, rubbing the side of her face.
"Be on your guards," Piccolo said, observing the group that approached him, which consisted of his two students and a short, bald monk. "When there's an opening, we'll all attack against that monster."
"That's a nice plan..."
Hearing a husky voice, the fighters looked over to see the prideful Saiyan grinning from ear to ear.
"But sadly it won't work." Vegeta continued as he crossed his arms. Even if the Namekian could find an opening, the Prince knew that trying to expose that weakness was going to require the most accurate timing. Those fools that stood before him had no chance of landing a blow on Nappa.
That stupid face will disappear once Goku gets here, Piccolo thought, smirking at the enemy. Even if they all fell, Piccolo knew that his hated rival had a time to show up and prove his power. Goku had never failed to surprise the green warrior.
"Don't look at me, you'll miss your chance that way..." Vegeta sneered up towards the Namekian.
The deafening blows rattled the landscape, it became louder as it got closer to the fighters. Small craters were left behind from exchanging multiple blows.
Observing the fight, Okome and Gohan scanned the landscape, flickering their eyes to see, even sense their ally's and enemy's power levels.
There!
"Die!" Nappa thundered, zooming towards Tien. He threw his massive fist towards the Triclops head as they appeared before the fighters.
Summoning all of his remaining energy, Tien lifted his remaining arm up. This monster was going to mercilessly beat him to the ground.
"Now!" Piccolo yelled, lunging towards the giant. Landing a solid punch to the Saiyan's face, Piccolo knocked Nappa several feets away, towards the clear skies above.
P... Piccolo? Tien thought, his brows shot up. He was grateful to have a warrior like Piccolo on his team... Even though he tried to rule the world once before. He was thankful that Piccolo had intervened at this moment as that blow from Nappa could have very well decapitated his remaining arm off. However, it wasn't the best time to take a break just yet, he had to observe the fight if he and his comrades had any chance in defeating Nappa.
WHERE THE F*** DID THAT COME FROM? Nappa thought to his surprise as he was sent flying towards the skies.
Following Piccolo's lead was Krillin. Up in the sky, he clapsed both his hands together above his bald, shiny head. As the sun's rays reflected off Krillin's bald head, the glare from the bald monk's head temporarily blinded Nappa.
MY EYES! Nappa thought, clasping his hands over his sore eyes.
Using the glare to his advantage, Krillin grinned. He swiftly brought his arms down, knocking the scalp of the giant clear out of the sky, allowing the next stage of the plan to follow through.
Nodding silently in agreement, Okome and Gohan observed the falling giant, waiting for the correct moment to strike. Okome shot the remaining water from her water pouch. Curling her fingers to guide the water, the liquid began expanding like some kind of net below the towering Saiyan.
I swear there was no source of water when I got here... Nappa thought as the wet, icy liquid crept on his skin. Unless it's that little brat!
Successfully freezing Nappa, Okome and Gohan tag teamed to take down the giant. Taking the lead was Gohan.
Running straight towards the enemy, Gohan somersaulted in the air, using his momentum to land a solid punch towards Nappa on the back of his armour, creating a small dent.
Following shortly after was Okome. She raced across the grass before kicking the giant's stomach. Then the tag team ensued.
Shin, stomach then the head.
Okome and Gohan finished with a high leap to the air, sending a solid kick to Nappa's head. Once Gohan had landed on the dry dirt, Okome flicked her fingers towards the ice, causing it to burst into steam.
"Did that finish him?" Gohan said, watching the steam vanish in to the warm atmosphere around them.
"No... I don't think so..." Okome said, leaping back to back with Gohan. They both looked around their surroundings, trying to sense the behemoth's energy. As the smoke disappeared, the giant was no where to be seen. All that remained was a puddle of water. A crimson puddle of water.
"We did it!" Krillin said, raising a fist to the skies above.
"I don't think you should get too ahead of yourself!" Piccolo barked at the bald monk as they both hovered in the air.
Vegeta smirked. He tilted his head up at the skies. The Prince knew what trouble they were in for now.
After a moments of silence, a figure appeared above Okome.
"I'M GOING TO MURDER ALL OF YOU!" The giant bellowed as he clenched his hand into a fist. Blood dripped from the cracks in his armour, his eyebrow and his shiny bald head were also scratched and raw from the icy steam.
"Oh snap..." Krillin mumbled as he looks towards the furious, towering Saiyan. And this is why you don't mess with bald people... Krillin thought as a dew drop ran down the back of his head. He should have known better that it was too early to celebrate their short lived victory.
"Chiaotzu..." Tien said as he watched the giant hovering in the air above. Knowing that using the remaining of his energy would kill himself, he would rather die trying to defeat that monster while he was wide open. He clenched his remaining arm's hand and drew out the remaining energy from himself. "YOU WILL BE AVENGED!" He shot a bright, white beam of Chi towards the behemoth.
Blinded by fury, Nappa was about to make his next move. However, a white beam of energy flew towards him.
OH WHAT THE F- Nappa thought before the light expanding outwards into an explosion. The remaining fighters braced themselves from the harsh light as a strong current of wind shook the landscape. Gohan and Okome gripped the dry grass to have any chance of surviving the battle. As the smoke cleared, Piccolo could still feel the monstrous energy that the Saiyan had.
What a monster! Piccolo thought as the giant appeared from the smoke. The leg and shoulder guards were blown off from the behemoths body armor and what made it worse was that the monster hadn't budged a muscle.
Damn it, that was all that he had left... The Neo Tri beam had little effect on that monster.
"I've failed..." Tien said, panting as his body felt heavy with strain.
I'm sorry Chiaotzu... placing his remaining hand onto the soft soil, trying to break his harsh fall, at least I'll be seeing you soon... his breathing became louder.
Then he remebered her. Launch... the sudden thought of her name had caused Tien to smile sliently on the battlefield, I'm sorry that... I won't be seeing you anytime soon.. But please... stay... strong…
With his final thoughts, the warrior thudded against the dry, sandy dirt. His eyes watched the world he knew fade away from his reach.
Launch... she was going to be all alone. Would telling her about his feelings changed anything? No, he didn't have the time to dwell on such things, those things what other humans would call 'romance'. He did save her from multiple threats, even if it was her blonde side, which even now Tien couldn't deny that Launch deeply- no, she was madly in love with him. But, it didn't mean that he loved her back.
He did not love her the same way how she loved him. Launch was someone who was special but not the special that most regular humans usually think. She was reckless but she also had a heart of innocence, she had the attitude but she also had compassion. Tien could never over look the traits that only her 'calmer' side had. Those traits resembled his friend: Chiaotzu. She was a valuable comrade like Chiaotzu.
Would she be back robbing the banks again? Launch needs guidance. She needed someone to support her when everyone walked out on her. Could Launch forgive his actions? He had to save Earth so that she, a vulnerable civilian, didn't have to see the horror and destruction of those monster's in front of him. Even if she was the most skillful gun user, she wouldn't be a match for a monster like them.
He could only put his faith into his surviving comarades so that Earth will be saved.
Launch... I... Please don't cry for me... You're a strong woman... Tien thought as he gave his final breaths before closing his eyes to the world he knew. Goku... may Goku put those monsters back in their place.
"That spooked me a tiny bit," Nappa said, rubbing his cheek with his thumb.
"What a shame, another one bites the dust." Vegeta said, grinning at the body that lay on the dry, yellow lands.
"GOKU! WHERE ARE YOU?" Krillin cried up towards the blue skies above. He couldn't bear to see Earth destroyed by those tyrants. He had to come, Goku would never abandon his friends, would he?
Goku? Okome thought, looking over to Krillin. This was the only time that she heard this name. The name sounds familiar, but it didn't add up. It was a weird feeling that confused the small child. Wait, wasn't that Gohan's dad?
"Since there's four of yous left, I'll take you three midgets leaving the Namekian behind." Nappa said, observing every fighters' frightened faces.
"We need the Namekian alive for the Dragonballs, right Vegeta?" Nappa asked as he looks down at the flame haired Saiyan.
"Goku? Who is this 'Goku'?" Vegeta mumbled as he tilted his head towards his left in thought. "unless-"
"You know I'm ever so grateful you're on our side Piccolo." Krillin said, floating to Piccolo's side, "Even though it's temporary..." he mumbled,. "But at least they only think that you only know about the Dragonballs."
"It doesn't matter now," Piccolo said, observing Nappa's next movements, "They'll kill us once they're done."
"So... do you have any idea how to beat them?" Krillin said, trembling a faint smile. He was hoping that Piccolo had another trick up his sleeve. He had to, Piccolo was the mastermind of the group and not to mention the strongest in the group besides Goku.
"...None."
Krillin whipped his head to Piccolo's direction.
"He's clearly outmatched the previous Saiyan before him and..." Piccolo looks towards Krillin, "I've never dreamed about someone with this much power."
"Well then... we're officially screwed!" Krillin said with a twitching smile. The bald monk's only hope had just crumbled away into nothingness.
"Hey," Okome said, whispering to Gohan. Gohan nodded in response. "What are they talking about?"
"We're 'screwed', quoted by Krillin." Gohan said, twisting his head towards Okome.
"That's not-"
"Good..."
Okome said with Gohan finishing her sentence. They both stared at each other before looking over to see the giant before them. All that they could do was to mentally prepare for the next set of horrors that awaited them.
Elsewhere on Planet Earth - Kami's Lookout
"Where is he?" An elderly male said as he focused his energy to search for Goku. He wore; a long white, sleeveless clothing with a red insignia and a navy blue cape. He leaned on a tall, wooden staff. His name is Kami. "He should be here by now..." He focused as his antenna scanned the world and beyond.
"Can you not feel his presence?" The dark- skinned genie said, gesturing an open palm towards the elder. He wore; a white turban, a red jacket and white trousers. His name is Popo.
"No... but I can feel death upon me..." Kami said with a grim thought. He looked down at the white tiles of the lookout.
"No... that can't be... that means-"
"Piccolo is about to die." The Guardian of the Earth said in response to Popo's unfinished sentence. They stood in silence as the wind brushed over the towering structure that loomed over the Earth's atmosphere. If his death was upon him, that would be the end of Shenron, the Eternal Dragon.
Elsewhere on Planet Earth- Wastelands...
Piccolo knew very well he was outmatched by the behemoth that hovered opposite him. He scanned his surroundings; from the battered landscape left by the Saibamen, to the previous battle with Nappa's merciless attacks. Craters could be seen every half a metre and from the Namekian's observation, there was one thing that was clear to Piccolo... There was no room for mistakes.
I'm running out of options... Piccolo thought, flickering his eyes to the giant.
"We need to take the fight to the ground," Piccolo said, whispering over to Krillin. "Obviously he's got the advantage in the air."
Nodding quickly in agreement, Krillin and Piccolo plunged down to the lands below.
"No matter where you fight, it won't matter!" Nappa said, pursuing the duo.
Snapping their heads up, the two kids took their stances as Nappa speeded towards their allies.
"Mister Piccolo-"
"Krilli-"
"NAPPA WAIT!"
The duo exclaimed before being silenced by the prideful Saiyan. All action on the battlefield froze. No one moved a muscle.
Being inches away from Nappa, Piccolo and Krillin moved their heads towards Vegeta. Even the giant was shaken by the sudden alarm set of by the former Saiyan prince.
"What's the matter Vegeta?" Nappa asked, hovering still in front of the insects. Although his body dared not to moved, his lips could not help but give a smile, trembling as he looks at the Prince. "I'm about to kill these weaklings."
"We have plenty of time for that," Vegeta said, placing his hands on his waist. "I was curious about something... tell me," he looks over to Krillin and Piccolo who stood in silence.
"Huh?" Krillin blinked.
"This 'Goku' you keep shouting for- he's Kakorot isn't he?" Vegeta continued, staring at the duo for an answer.
"That's right, so what if he is?" Krillin said, holding up a fist towards the flame haired Saiyan.
"So I was right then, he did come back by the Dragonballs." Vegeta confirmed, raising an open hand towards Piccolo and Krillin. "It's sad though. He was our only hope... he couldn't hold his own against Raditz."
"You're wrong about that!" Krillin said, clenching his fist tighter. "You'll see that Goku's stronger than ever before!"
"Goku isn't a warrior that you want to underestimate." Piccolo said, standing up tall, looking directly at the proud Saiyan. Why was that Saiyan interested in Goku? Something didn't seem right, that tyrant should be focusing on them than Goku.
"Is that so?" Nappa said as he stretched his arms out to his sides, taunting the surviving fighters. "Where's he hiding then? Is that why he's not here yet? Cuz he's afraid!"
It was fun for Nappa to taunt those pathetic fools. Breaking them, body and soul, would be so much more satisfying once that their 'Saviour' Goku was not going to come at all. He grinned with malice as he awaited for their answers.
"My father will beat the living daylights out of you when he gets here!" Gohan yelled at the giant. "Just you wait!" The small boy raised his tiny fists up at Nappa. He wasn't going to let someone disrespect his father, the boy knew that his father was going to end that giant's cocky attitude once and for all.
I don't know who Goku is but if he's related to Gohan as a father... who's meant to be coming back from the dead, it should be good news, especially if Krillin and Piccolo speak so highly of him. Okome thought as she looks at Gohan.
That's some faith that these fools have... no matter I'll just wait for him. Vegeta grinned. If Goku does appear for the battle, waiting for him would be satisfying end before eradicating the scums of this planet.
"Alright, we'll have to wait for him." Vegeta said, turning his whole body towards the fighters.
"You must be joking!" Nappa bellowed at Vegeta, snapping his head backwards towards the Prince.
"Three hours and not a minute longer." Vegeta agreed as he lifted three fingers up towards the fighters.
"But I've been sleeping over a year! I'm dying for some action! TO HELL WITH WAITING!" Nappa lunged towards the fighters before raising both of his fists up at Piccolo and Krillin.
"NAPPA! WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU!" Vegeta barked at Nappa, crossing his arms in fury as Nappa defied his orders.
Stopping dead in his tracks, the giant shook and turned his head towards the angry Saiyan prince.
"Sorry Vegeta... I got carried away." Nappa laughed as he gave a shaky smile at the Prince.
A giant being stopped by a midget... this is really weird. Okome thought as the fighters regrouped near a low laying tree.
"Three extra hours of life... do go and enjoy them." Vegeta said as he sat down on a low lying boulder.
"Ummm... Krillin?" Okome said, tapping him on his shoulder with her good arm. Who and why Goku was highly respected by the group?
"Yeah?" Krillin said, trailing his eyes up at her. He was hoping that the girl wasn't going to breakdown and tell him it was the end. He didn't want any more bad news.
"Who's Goku?" Okome said, itching the back of her head with a trembling smile. Man I'm going to sound stupid... She noticed Krillin's brows shoot up.
"How could you not know who Goku is?" Krillin said, clenching his hands into a fist towards his chest. "He is the winner of the Twenty Third Budokai Tenkaichi World Martial Arts Tournament!"
Piccolo gritted his teeth.
"Sorry! " Okome said, shooting her hands up in defence. Of course, Krillin was Goku's closest friend so the bald monk was going to know more.
"I wouldn't blame you though," Krillin sighed as he lowered his hands, "I mean you look similar to Gohan's age any way."
I know that... Okome thought as she looks at Gohan, who gave a small smile. Does that mean I'm stuck in a body of a five year old? But I was sixteen before being warped here... that probably means why I got so worn out easily. This is bad. Very bad... Realising that her power had been severely weakened due to her bodies limitations, Okome felt her face burn. Will I age naturally like Gohan? Or will it take a few months for me to be the age I'm suppose to be? Is Layla having the same problem as me? Okome became ever so flustered by her thoughts. She needed the answers as soon as possible, but it wasn't appropriate right now.
"Is everything alright?" Gohan said, tapping her out of her thoughts. As Okome's face blushed bright as a tomato, Gohan wondered if she was going to pass out any time now.
"Apart from a broken arm, Yeah..." Okome said, twitching a smile while looking at the innocent Gohan.
Hmmm? Piccolo thought as he looks at Okome before looking at the behemoth from across the battlefield. Why is Okome acting weird all of a sudden? Is she hiding something? Never mind... that's not important right now. What's important is why is Nappa listening to every command that Vegeta gives. That giant is scared of him, which means that we're in trouble if that shorter Saiyan is stronger than that giant.
While Earth's fighters spoke amongst each other, the Saiyans were a few metres away from the battle site.
"Hey Vegeta," Nappa said, standing opposite the shorter Saiyan. "I don't get it why we should sit around and wait for Kakorot."
"He's a traitor to the Saiyan race," Vegeta said, placing his scouter over his left eye. "A traitor should see his friends and sons die before his eyes. We'll show him how powerless he is before sending him to Hell."
"I like how you think Vegeta!" Nappa said, raising his fist in agreement. "Let me kill those four weaklings while you have Kakorot!"
"That's only if he shows up..." Vegeta said, tapping the buttons on his scouter. "We also need the Namekian alive to get answers for the Dragonballs."
"Yeah! Wait... Vegeta?"
"What is it now?" The proud Saiyan said, resting his chin on his right hand.
"About that girl... did we fight any aliens that can use water?" Nappa said, rubbing his scarred, bald head, "it's really weird if she's the only one doing it."
"Maybe she's not from around here, like Kakorot. He was raised on Earth." Vegeta said with a tone that was flat as the battlefield. No fancy water tricks was going to insult the Prince of all Saiyans. "Any way, don't let your guard down against that girl, she already caught you off guard once. Interesting enough, there's a huge gap in power level between the enemies, the girl being the weakest. The girl has the brains but not the strength, that's what makes it more interesting."
"She must be an aquatic alien!" Nappa blurted as he turned his head towards the weakened fighters. "That should explain her swift movement on the water! She's like a fish!"
"What?" Vegeta said, snapping his head up at Nappa. "Just shut up Nappa." He mumbled as he rested his head again. He could not believe the idiocy that flowed from his comarade's mouth right now. Vegeta knew that Okome must be a human- not a Saiyan. It wasn't possible for Saiyans to pull off such trickery. Being an aquatic alien would have required the girl to have fins and scales of a fish in her biological Dna.
"Damn! What's keeping Goku!" Krillin said, placing his hands on his head as he looks up at the blue skies above.
"If Goku's dead, how is he coming back?" Okome said, tilting her head as she placed a finger on her cheek.
Piccolo looked at Okome before tilting his head to the Saiyan duo. Seeing that Piccolo shook his head in silence, Okome remained silent.
"Oh, okay..." Okome said, following Piccolo's example.
Knowing that it was a risky thing to do, Piccolo knew that revealing anything about the Dragonballs would be dangerous if the Saiyans ever got their hands on them.
"Oh what's the point in staying here and waiting for death when we can run away?" Krillin said, dropping his hands to his side as he looks at Piccolo.
"Idiot!" Piccolo gashed his fangs at Krillin's cowardice as he crossed his arms in anger. "We will all get killed along with humanity even if we managed to escape."
"I'm sure we'll destroy them!" Okome said, trailing her eyes towards the Saiyan duo, raising her fists towards her chest. "Fear is just another enemy. Even if they're stronger than us, Goku will come and save the day! Right?" She said, smiling up at the fighters.
I'm guessing Goku's gonna be the main hero then... Okome thought as she hung her head. If only the girl knew about the formula for Shonen... but this alternate reality held something different.
If my sister was here, she'll probably take the giant down with ease. Not sure about the other one... maybe toe to toe? Okome thought as she loosened her fists. Even if her sister was a formiddable opponent, she never lost a single fight. If she was here, Okome hoped that Layla could easily handled that giant with no sweat, especially how quick and easy she takes to end a fight.
"You're naive..." Piccolo said, facing the blue skies above, "That's only if Goku gets here."
"He'll come!" Gohan answered, meeting his mentor's gaze. "and when he does, he'll kick their butts!" Holding a fist up to no one in particular, his fists trembled. His father had never let him down, not now, not ever.
Author notes: Enjoy the Story so far? I won't stop writing since this is a hobby. Chapter 13 is in the works and chapter 14 will be started on soon. So... I'll start with the some of the story stuff.
I just wanted to show some Tien and Launch stuff but it won't be the lovey Dovey thing but everyone's entitled to your own opinion on their relationship (or I'm just crap with the romantic stuff -_-'). I just saw Launch's and Tien's relationship one sided, Launch really likes Tien in romance but Tien probably sees her as another ally, like Chiaotzu. Don't kill me over my opinion, I just wanted to say it without people lashing their vile tongues at me. (I see it alot of that in the YouTube comment section. I'm pretty sure you guys know what I mean.)
I'll still keep some of the best moments in this fanfic, like Piccolo's death, Vegeta's death and so on. Sorry, spoilers :)
The song- well more of an Amv was KKKBialaa based on Piccolo and I think the other one was another amv based on Tien the protector... or was it Saviour? By Hyperdbzfan? Or was it Superdbzfan? Gotta love those amvs. My recent song I've been listening to was 'I see red' by Thousand Foot Crutch.
Anywho, hope you guys and gals have fun with life, until then-
-ClumsyPigeon signing out
