A/N: ...Broly's mother's name is pronounced (Bur-oh-Core-ee).
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Bardock twisted around in the air quickly, dodging a Ki blast by a Planet Trade soldier. Using the opportunity to counterattack, he responded with his own Ki blast, blowing a hole in his chest before rapidly ascending higher into the air, evading a lunge. He was starting to breath heavily, having already killed about a dozen soldiers and another dozen were heavily injured, either grounded or unconscious. There were about seven infantrymen left, and before he could dash at them, large arms grabbed him from behind in a lock, pinning him in place.
As hard as he was struggling, the arm lock was unmoving. The seven soldiers hovered closer, clearly angry and obvious about what they intended to do. One of the seven, more burly looking than the other six, cracked his knuckles in anticipation. He was lean built, but not exaggeratedly so, with mottled fur, a bluish tint with darker spots. His face was anthropomorphic, with the appearance of a canine-like face.
"Lord Frieza hadn't been dead less than a day, and you savages are already attacking everything in sight!" he roared, rearing his large fist back.
Bardock half-smiled, chuckling at the soldier's sudden anger.
"Feeling irritated?"
Bardock's snarky question was met with a punch to his gut, causing Bardock to involuntarily cough spittle. The officer continued to pummel Bardock as best he could with his fists, growing more frustrated with every punch.
Why wasn't this guy even crying out in pain?
"Had enough!?" The large brute demanded, somewhat out of breath after exerting himself from throwing so many punches.
"Not yet."
No one could believe that Bardock could even speak coherently after that beating. He suddenly arched his body upwards, managing to plant his feet on his captor's head. It was done with such force that he strained the soldier's arms, nearly breaking them. With a pained shout, he let go of Bardock, who took the opportunity to punch the grunt in his stomach. The force of it was harder than any attack Bardock's former assailant could produce, since the Saiyan's victim ended up coughing up blood, and promptly falling toward the ground.
"What the..." the canine-like soldier muttered before regaining his bearings.
Bardock grinned, ignoring the pain in his stomach. He wasn't going to let the soldiers in front of him know it, but that beating the dog alien gave him smarted quite a bit. It was time for a little payback.
"Those punches hurt a little bit. It's only fair I return the favor!" The Saiyan dashed forward, his rapid rush movement making it seem as though he were teleporting from one angle to the next.
"I can't get a read on him! The Scouter's not picking up anything!" one of the soldiers shouted. This sentiment was silently confirmed by everyone else present. The canine brute knew this as well, attempting to follow Bardock's movements with his naked eye.
It seemed as though he was winking in and out of existence!
Suddenly, Bardock was at his side, thrusting his closed fist forward.
"Here's a present!" he shouted.
It was silent for several seconds before the large brute made a sputtering noise as if choking on food. The impact site on the armor was completely demolished. He finally fell downwards as well, joining the other out of commission fighters.
The remaining soldiers watched Bardock cautiously, uncertainty etched on their faces.
Broly silently fidgeted, though he hadn't moved from his position on his back. The baby was in a considerable amount of pain, but didn't let out a sound that could be easily heard. His small form was lain on a padded surface, the container slightly resembling a high-tech crib. Several doctors were huddled over the crib, carrying surgical instruments of varying kinds.
Paragus watched over him across the see through window, worry on his face, as the doctors worked. What Paragus found amazing was that his son was under no anesthetic. They couldn't afford to place him under one, as time was of the essence.
Yet Broly made no sound. He was already exhibiting extreme durability as an infant! Broly's father couldn't be more proud of his son at that very moment. Two of the doctors were examining a monitor next to the crib, while the other two were applying a forked instrument used for closing open wounds. Once enough of the stab wound was healed, Broly could be placed in a Rejuvenation Tank and the stab wound would vanish as though never there.
His father watched intently, his hand placed on the window, wishing he could be there, in that room. But his presence wouldn't really serve a purpose.
He heard the door leading to the room he stood inside whoosh open, and a woman in saiyan armor stepped inside. Her arms were crossed as she made her way to the window, leaning her shoulder on the glass-like material, watching the infant idly.
It was Broly's mother. She was slightly more well built for a woman, even for Saiyan standards. She was very tall compared to Paragus, her height at nearly 7 feet if she were standing straight up. The armor vest she wore was standard, with a common black and white color scheme with brown padding. It lacked crotch and hip guards, and her body suit stopped above her knees, revealing more leg. Broly had inherited her eyes, which gave the impression of tiredness and anger simultaneously.
"Burokori," Paragus acknowledged with a nod. She simply grunted in reply, her gaze glued to their son.
Paragus and Burokori's relationship wasn't very close. It was a common example of most Saiyan relationships. Mostly distant. Burokori always had an interest in their son for obvious reasons, with Broly being born with a power level of 10,000. The woman finally tore her gaze away from Broly to look at Paragus, whom she noted was beginning to grow a thin mustache.
"Did any of the Royal Court's lackeys stop by to say "Hi" to you?" She suddenly asked.
Paragus didn't turn his head, but he did glance sidelong at her. "No. I haven't been home for a few days. Did something-"
"They sent some kid to give us a supply of food," She interrupted, looking back at her son again. Paragus exhaled with his eyes close. Burokori was always cold and to the point with him. She never liked to talk to him unless it was something relatively important. And yet she seemed drawn to him. It was flattering and somewhat frustrating at the same time.
"You know, we only ever speak if you're letting me know you're going on a mission or if you suddenly feel intimate. We never just talk," he said, raising an eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes and shifted her position so that her back was to the glass. Her mane of hair looked almost identical to Broly's, albeit her hair reached the middle of her back.
"Whatever," she settled on saying after a pause. She sounded like she wanted to say something else, but had given up. She wasn't much of a talker and trying to prolong a conversation with her would simply be awkward on both sides.
"Well, why are you here? Broly will be fine," Paragus assured, having turned his head to get a good look at her.
"Anyway, what about the Royal Court?" the male Saiyan and Scientist asked, giving up on making small talk with her. Frankly, he didn't know how to feel about King Vegeta being dead. For one, he was glad that he was. The bastard ordered he and his son's death after all! But apparently, the Queen called off the order, which he was extremely grateful for, but left totally confused about. Why was the Queen offering he and his son mercy?
Burokori scowled suddenly, making Paragus watch her carefully with a guarded expression. The woman was currently a 2nd class warrior, but Paragus knew she easily outclassed any elite alive. Perhaps even King Vegeta in life, he thought idly. Paragus wasn't very pleased at seeing Burokori angry. Not necessarily for emotional reasons, but because her family was quite odd. Every generation of her family were born with unusually high power levels, and it only got higher with every new generation. She was born with a high power level of a disturbing 8900 while Broly was born with a miraculous 10,000. He didn't know how she wasn't targeted as an infant when she was born.
It didn't help matters that her and her immediate family were a little too violent even for a Saiyan's taste when angered. Maybe that's what attracted him to her? He didn't know. However, he didn't want to see her blowing something up in this room. Now was indeed not the time.
"Burokori," he said evenly, attempting to calm her down. Her eyes were narrowed and she seemed to be shaking slightly from restlessness.
"That royal trash can burn in hell!" she ground out, gripping the window frame in front of her with too much force. This room, like almost any other building was built by Saiyans and mainly for Saiyans. The frame simply cracking under the pressure of her fingers was just the slightest bit disturbing.
"Get a hold of yourself!" Paragus ordered evenly and firmly. He stood his ground when her head snapped in his direction, as though he shouted an insult at her. She took a breath before dislodging her fingers from the window frame, belatedly realizing she had been gripping it.
I hope Broly doesn't grow to be so prone to anger, The man thought with a frown. He planted his feet when the Saiyaness neared him, but she simply bent down slightly at the waist and pulled him into a quick kiss before turning around abruptly.
"I'm gonna...pay the castle a visit," she said slowly before leaving the room.
"I pray the she doesn't do something she'll regret," Paragus muttered once the door closed. If she was planning to do what he thought she was going to do, there wasn't much of anything he could do to stop her. She was simply stronger than him. Hopefully, Broly would be in more control of his emotions when the time came for it. He couldn't imagine how dangerous Broly could be if he was just as anger-prone as his mother.
Paragus crossed his arms as he refocused his attention on the surgery, not having noticed one of the scientists draw blood from his son and discreetly placing it in another container.
A/N: It's 1:26 AM at the time of this writing, and just wanted to send in the chapter update. Sorry, didn't have the Goku fight scene this chapter, but definitely next chapter.
...Be totally honest about what you think of Burokori. You can probably guess what the name is based off of. lol. I'm somewhat new to writing interactions between couples, especially if their Saiyans, so tell me what you think I can do to improve the chapter.
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