Author notes: it's been a long wait... well, kinda for me when I last uploaded a chapter. So, here's the new chapter for Dimensions Apart, enjoy!
South galaxy - Planet ?- Tree of Might
The lands were painted a chilly mix of green and purple. Clashing. Both blasts of ki heaved against each other, crackling as one end refused to fall to the other.
A bitter taste of iron seeped onto his lips, and his luminous, crimson, bleeding eyes trembled with every numbing sensation rushing through his hands, arms and up to his chest.
How was the power from the fruit of the Tree of Might and Super Saiyan failing him? Turles clenched his teeth tight, letting out a seething trail of vapour into the dark skies above, streaked with a row of crimson.
"Losing?" A soothing voice rang through Turles's mind.
"That can be easily fixed... let me lend you a hand."
A burst of energy illuminated the skies with a white hue, blinding the skies and fading out the colours of the land.
Saishi twisted her head up, pulling her numbed body up by her bruised arms.
"Grgh!" Saishi panted. Sweat trickled down her face, stinging her wounds. She splashed against the shallow waters. No! Not them! Saishi thought, panting; rising up to a kneel before snapping her head up at the darkening skies. "Tow-" She choked.
"What do you think your doing? Human!" Karu roared, slamming her armoured tail on the floorless abyss of Saishi's mind. "You're in no condition to fight her- not to mention Mira too!"
Saishi froze.
Damn it! Saishi thought, holding a ball of dark fire within a palm. I'm going to have to gamble on this one. If that's an artificial moon, we'll have two rampaging apes... or Ozarus or whatever... I have no idea if Broly has a tail. I hope not though.
"You should deal with those demons first!" Karu swayed her tail. "Otherwise they'll get you first!"
Saiyans are the problem here. Saishi observed the skies, seeing a ball hovering in the skies above. I want to stop that happening at all costs. Towa had a habit of doing that to any Saiyan. Besides, either option still requires me to face them any way. Fight an Ozaru or fight those bastards.
"No! Get away from Towa and Mira! Forget about the Saiyans!" Karu growled, clawing the floorless grounds. "They can jump timelines! There's always going to be another variation; Broly and the others in another timeline. Just-"
"The failure survived. How intriguing..."A deep and calm voice shot into Saishi's back. Sweat oozed from her cold face and her eyes snapped wide, her pupils shrivelled away to slits.
She thrusted her palms forwards, up at the dark skies.
Crick!
"NGH!" Saishi yelled. Blood splattered against the shallow waters, painting the serene liquids crimson.
Up in the airs of the Tree of Might, Broly lowered his arm, shielding his teal eyes from the sudden burst of energy.
That was too close. Broly thought, scanning the area before him. He arched a brow at the blue demon before him.
"I hope you're having some fun." Towa said, dipping her head and smiling. She held her staff between her fingers. She pointed a slender finger down at the navy lands below.
"Wait," Broly clenched a fist at Towa, whom vanished into the chilly airs in a burst of crimson and black. "Hey!"
A searing breath scorched Broly's back. He twisted his head to met the crimson, blinded eyes of his opponent.
"Now we can finish our fight." Turles snarled as his fangs spilled out from his snout. "It's time to crush you like a bug!"
"Turles." Broly rubbed his wrists. "I should have known. You'll use any tactic to get it you way." He's an Ozaru, with a powers of a Super Saiyan and that fruit. Broly thought, clenching his fists before a gold aura burst from his body.
Broly dashed up, dodging a massive fist from the great ape before taking a sharp U-turn, dashing down Turles's spine in a burst of gold.
A grin left Turles's snout. Just where he needed that Saiyan to be. He jerked his elbow back, ramming Broly in his ribs. With pain singing in Turles's ears, he slapped Broly away with the flick of his tail.
"You need to be much faster than that to beat me." Turles roared, firing off a beam from his mouth at the somersaulting Saiyan.
Broly jerked to a stop. Broly shot his arms up.
The blast consumed the lands in a thick smog.
Another hit like that and I'll be down. Broly thought, lowering his arms as the smoke left his forearms. The icy winds lashed at his bare back. Broly snapped his head back, only to get grabbed by a massive hand. How is he still keeping control? Rgh. Broly squirmed, moving his head in attempt to break free.
Turles grinned at the trapped bug caught with his palm.
"It's time to squash you." Turles said, covering Broly's head with his other hand.
"You're being stupid today." Broly observed Turles's fingers coiling around his body.
"You won't get away." Turles tightened his grip on Broly. "Now it's time to pop your head from your b- GRGH!"
A sharp row of needles stabbed into his index finger. Turles loosened his grip, Broly chomped into his glove, and deep into his flesh.
"You bug!" Turles roared as Broly ripped a chunk of flesh out from his finger, spewing blood from his torn glove. "GRGH!"
Broly shoved Turles's raw fingers away, before diving towards the misty lands below.
"I have to be faster? I think you're the one who needs to be faster!" Broly said, rubbing his lips before spitting the blood from his mouth. "You gave up your brains for strength! A dumb move you made there!" He flew up into the artic breeze, tossing a barrage of ki up at the giant ape's face, blinding Turles's crimson eyes and causing Turles to roar out in angst.
Broly took another sharp U-turn, twisting out from another massive fist before somersaulting over Turles's arm. He pummelled his fist down at the inner elbow joint, cracking Turles's arm with a heavy punch and causing the Saiyan to yell out again in pain.
"Come on! Try and hit me already!" Broly laughed, ducking out from another fist. "You're too easy to read now."
How dare he! Turles thought, clenching his jaws tight. He stomped his foot down at the speeding Saiyan.
Broly caught the incoming foot, gripping the sole of Turles's feet.
"You've lost speed, and the brains." Broly tilted his head out from the massive boot. "You've turned yourself into a big target. Not only that, but you've never trained to fully tap onto the potential of a Super Saiyan, did you? Those fruits boosted your ability without the need to train." Broly dragged the boot down with a grunt. "Well let me tell you something... you'll suffer a huge consequence if you refuse to train the Super Saiyan transformation!" He pulled the giant ape by the boot, swinging him before tossing Turles up into the skies. A green hue drained the lands with a high screeching whistle, forming into a small ball of ki within Broly's palm. Then he tossed the energy, in pursuit of Turles.
"NO!" Turles yelled, blasting up to the inky skies above with a roar in green. "YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!" His voice echoed into the murky depths of the skies above.
Broly lowered his hand, his golden aura faded into the silent airs. At least he won't be seeing that annoyance anytime soon. Now, the woman who was responsible for this…
Her arm limped, swaying left and right aimlessly. Saishi gripped her arm; broken.
"Mira!" Saishi hissed under her voice, her voice strained as she choked. One eye twitched open as the ultimate warrior stood before her.
"There's no need to shout my name if I'm standing right before you." Mira said, his scarlet eyes staring down at the teen, with his arms crossed over his chest. "You will not intervene with my creator's wishes. That's an order."
Saishi gritted her teeth tighter.
"I refuse to obey you! I'm never going back with you!" Saishi snarled, writhing her head at Mira. "I'm a human! An Earthling!"
"The blood of a demon courses through your veins." Mira said, not once breaking his gaze with Saishi. "You can feel it, can't you?" He raised a palm up at Saishi. "The lust for power, the need for battle, the utter dominance over your enemies and drawing their blood and agony!" He clenched his palm, crushing the life out of the silent air. He stared down at her.
Saishi shifted her body away from Mira, gripping her broken arm as she locked her gazed with his.
"You, an Earthling," Mira crossed his arms over his chest again. "With the DNA of other countless races... Don't you realise that without you and countless failures of others, gave birth to the ultimate fighter?" He held up an index finger. "Earthlings, their strengths lies within their mastery of control over ki." He held up his middle finger. "Demons, their strengths being the fire ki and the magic they wield- just like the Demon King once had." He held up his ring finger. "Namekians, their strength being to regenerate lost limbs." He rested all of his fingers on his bicep. "Frieza's race; or Frost Demons, however you name them fit, their strengths are their speed, durability and ability to change their physical appearance greatly." He pointed his chin up at Saishi. "But the power of the Saiyans... they continue to grow. You should be grateful for helping my creator to create me. For that one failure, I was able to change and absorb that power into my own being. A power that you will never amount to. A Saiyan's prowess always will grow-"
"I don't care how strong you are! You will go down!" Saishi snapped, her hands morphed into armoured, dark claws.
"Why don't you utilise the darkness within you?" Mira uncrossed his arms to his sides. "Fighting you now won't be much of a challenge."
A slash of purple ki zipped towards Mira, followed by several rows of purple blades.
"Rakshasa claw." Mira said, side stepping to his left. "And yet you do not use a sword to pull that off." He stepped to his right, dodging another blade.
"What are you trying to say?" Saishi panted. She collapsed to her knees as sweat trickled down her reddened face.
"It reminds me of a young demon in another timeline." Mira recalled. Twisting his body, he sent a shockwave from a kick, decapitating several ki blades at once. He landed before Saishi, with his loose clothing falling in a swift manner. "I think I'll have to absorb you. I can't let you foolishly live."
His hand reached out to Saishi; stretching every muscle over her violet eyes.
Her eyes narrowed, trembling as all her muscles refused to budge. She had to escape! She tensed her body, trying to heave out of the pressure placed on her body. Veins popped out from her forehead, neck and hands, but it was all futile.
Towa's magic! Saishi thought, her heart heaving, thumping against the cages of her ribs. I don't want to be absorbed by him! Her eyes shrivelled away into slits, her skin crawling with sweat as his hand came closer and closer to her face. No! I don't want to turn into a that either!
"Go on, transform into that creature you truly are." Mira said, holding his hand out above her head, before a dark swirl of energy came forth from his palm. "But the end will be the same. You were nothing more than an experiment, a mindless beast, controlled like a puppet to serve only my creator." A luminous, lavender mark glowed from his palm, a marking similar to the infinity sign, but yet the curves from either side did not quite meet.
A numb pain shot through her skull, shattering her last line of restraints for the demon who dwelled within her subconscious- the prison where Towa had sealed her true potential.
It was time to break that disgusting, human form.
"NGH!" Saishi choked, covering her burning eyes. "GRGH!" She yelled, ripping her head away from Mira's palm before curling up on the shallow waters with a frantic splash. She squeezed her eyelids shut; hearing nothing but her breaths and the echoes of cracks from deep within her bones and squelches from her flesh.
"You're not escaping your fate." Mira loomed over her. His palm thrusted out, stretched over her head. "Go on, transform!"
"NO!" Saishi yelled, shaking her head and he maroon hair lashing at the chilly airs. A searing, scarlet pain shot down her spine, cracking her shoulder blades and down to her lower spine.
Bones, then flesh, then the thick layers of armoured skin ripped out from both her shoulder blades, stretching out like fingers. Black bones grew out from her spine, before leading to a scaly appendage swatting the chilly airs like a chain before slamming into the crimson waters.
The DNA of a Frieza race destroyed the outer shell of the user when reverting back to their pure form, but they had the ability to regrow bio-armour. But she was an Earthling, a race not capable of transforming into a genetic structure so different. But; that's why she has a Namek's DNA, to make up for that loss skin and limbs. This power... burning, ripping apart whatever strands of "Earthling" she had left.
No, she's no Earthling no more.
Saishi clenched her fangs tight, hissing her cursed angst as blood trickled down her claw-like hands.
Amaya... someone... h..Help me. Saishi thought, snapping her head up, crying up at the dark skies as she gasped for air- as though she was on the verge of drowning. I don't want to... I don't want to become one. I just want to go back.. I never asked for any of this! She hung her head, gripping her skull as it felt her head was going to split apart. Saliva left her lips, dripping, and her sight; blurred and painted crimson. An Earthling... Please, I just want to be human again!
Her wings and tail curled into her; creating a shield from Mira.
"Go on, I know how much you want to kill me." Mira said, "let your bloodlust run wild. You don't consider yourself human any way."
"Mira!"
Mira snapped his head up. Towa glided down on her staff.
"We'll leave her now and collect her energy later." Towa said, gripping onto the metre marked with a swirly M. "Someone's tailing us!"
"She only has a few moments left." Mira said, looking back at the demonic form of the girl before them. "Whoever this intruder is will be crushed like a fly."
Saishi's arms hung. Her face covered with the hardened, maroon hairs on her head, and black bones- spikes, grew from both sides of her head and elbows, something of a mix between an Earthling and a Frieza race lifeform.
"I won't surrender." Saishi hissed a whisper, her voice quivering. Her head rose up, her eyes remained closed.
"Obey! You weakling!" Mira commanded at the teen, thrusting his marked hand at the unwavering creature before him.
"Hey! I'm not done with you!" A guttural voice echoed from the far ends of the shallow waters.
Towa snapped her head up. Broly crossed his arms as he kept a firm gaze on Towa.
That power. Broly thought as he flicked his eyes from her, to the pale male. Saishi? His dark eyes caught the girl, locked onto the details of the crimson blood tainting the waters around her. Where did she get all of that power? I haven't felt this much power since that night. But those two-
"Great; what happened to you playing with your new toy?" Towa said, holding her staff up near her face. "Broke him already?" Saiyans; why did they have to be so troublesome?
"I don't hav-"
The lands gave way, cutting Broly off from finishing. Then a purple burst of light shrouded the shallow waters and echoed far above to the grey skies.
"Have fun!" Towa laughed, vanishing along with Mira in a burst of black and red.
As the airs cleared, Broly landed on a high, arching root.
"What the Hell's going on here?" Broly said, itching his raven hair as he held the girl with his other arm. "Sais- Ngh!" He squeezed one of his eyelids shut. One of the spikes from Saishi's elbow grazed the side of his abdomen, tainting his skin red.
It's just a scratch I've been through tougher crap. Broly thought, grunting. The kid's down for the count. Broly gazed down at the empty expression on the teen's face. His black eyes snapped wider. The bastard's still alive?!
"I'm going to rip you sorry existence apart!" Broly snarled, looking up at a giant ape plummeting down onto the shallow waters.
Saiyans, Ozarus, Super Saiyan... and then you have whatever the Hell he became. Broly thought, leaping away onto another root and dodging another blast of ki from Turles.
"B..Broly?" A faint voice escaped Saishi's lips.
"Kid?" Broly said, looking down at the teen resting close to his chest. Her eyes, they were mismatched; one was violet whilst the other was crimson. Patches of blood now dried on multiple places on her face. Scars were visible from the tears in her clothes, or what remained; her back was close to bare, exposing her scarred skin to the cold.
... so much for durable clothes. Broly thought, landing on a twisted, arched root as the shockwave of the blast blew past behind him.
"Can you fight kid?" Broly asked, placing one arm around her waist and supporting her upright as a Turles pursued him. Saishi turned her shaky head left and right.
"I thought so." Broly leapt as Turles's fist flew past below. He raced across Turles's arm before leaping up to the ape's face. He threw a ball of ki, blasting Turles again in the face. He dived past Turles's shoukder and through the smoke of the blast. "If you want to fight me, survive first. Understand? Kid." He whispered into her ear.
Saishi nodded, shuffling her shaky hands over his shoulder before resting her head on his chest.
She's not completely broken. Broly thought, flicking his coal eyes from Saishi to the great ape Turles, whom swatted the smoke away with his tail. I have to get rid if him now, otherwise I'll end up power mad as him.
"SAY GOOD BYE!" Turles yelled, shooting a storm of purple ki from his palm. Broly darted backwards, shot up into the airs and then dashed past the homing barrage of Ki. A fast pest! Turles thought before being rammed by a kick to the snout by Broly, stunning his sense of smell. Turles threw a fist, Broly leapt off his knuckles. Turles threw another kick but Broly blocked with his free arm; but was sent spiralling down to the lands below by the momentum.
Speed. That was the only thing that allowed Broly to have the advantage. If only Turles stuck to his technique, Broly would have surely loss.
"It's time to crush you along with this planet!" Turles roared, blasting off into the skies above the Tree of Might. "DIE! LEGENDARY SUPER SAIYAN!".
Landing onto the shallow waters, rippling a crimson halo, Broly placed Saishi down. He snapped his head back up. A burst of green ki sucked out the colours from the land, before forming a sphere in his palm. He tossed the small, slow moving Ki up at the skies.
A blast of orange ki rammed into the green ki blast below, clashing as static zapped at the chilly airs.
"I don't think so!" Broly yelled up at the skies, thrusting his palm out and expanding the ball of ki to five times the size.
He fell for it. Turles thought, grinning as he shoved his palms down at the grounds below. A head on attack like this is something I needed him to do, he can't run and he definitely can't match my power with the combined powers if a Super Saiyan, Ozaru and the fruit from the Tree of Might! He's already lost! Turles laughed, shoving the energy wave further down the skies.
"Grgh! Ngh!" Broly grunted, his boots cracking into the ground, tossing up a splatter of water and shoving him deeper into his watery grave. It really does look like I have to use Super Saiyan. He clenched his jaws tighter, tensing his chest, arms and legs. "HAH!" He yelled, bursting into a hue of gold, spiking his hair up and his eyes snapping teal.
"It's too late! Nothing will save you now!" Turles grinned. This fight, it was going to end the same way.
Broly fired another ki blast, fuelling the clash and budging the orange ki up.
Damn it! Broly thought, a vein bulged from the side of his forehead. I.. Grgh! My power! His body felt raw, burning as his energy surged through his flesh, boiled through his veins and raged through his blood. His aura lashed at the winds; leaving trails of gold, but also streaks of luminous green.
It was like a parasite, sucking away at Broly's mind and body- his control for containing such dangerous energy. This massive, unstable energy festering deep within his body caused his flesh to rip apart... and it continued to grow worse over time. Not to mention his bloodlust grew with such a call to power. But he refused to lose control now.
Broly roared, bringing forth another surge in power and shoving the blast back up- at the cost of his skin cracking, seeping out luminous blood from strain.
"I don't care whatever the hell you are!" Broly tensed the muscle in his fingers as the energy zipped up. He squeezed his eyelids shut.
A spark of gold. A spark of light zipped through his mind, that same light that could have killed him if it wasn't for his restrainer breaking. And that awful feeling of hanging suspended in that scorching wave- Death could have licked him and ended his life there.
No! He wasn't going die here.
"Die!" Broly roared, cracking his teal eyes open. Cracks grew on his face, letting loose more blood from his flesh. His blast of ki shot into the skies above.
Turles gritted his fangs, grunting. Was he losing?
"What overwhelming energy you have…"
Turles snapped his crimson, blinded eyes wider. A stab of pain raced through his spine.
"Don't worry, your energy will be put to good use."
The beam slammed into Turles, before ramming him into the Tree of Might. Paralysed, Turles couldn't budge a muscle. His body shot through the multiple layers of the Tree of Might's defences, grazing and tearing his skin before blasting up into the skies into a hue of green.
Nothing was left of the Tree of Might.
A shroud of golden energy burst from the hollow lands, drenching the lands with its hazy warmth; it's been a while since the nearby star shone down on this planet.
Broly lowered his hand, before kneeling onto the shallow water with a splash. His golden aura vanished into the warmth of the light. Breathing, that was all important at the moment. He panted, gripping his abdomen as his eyes squeezed shut. His blood faded back to a dark red, drying as his torn skin hardened into scabs.
That was too close.
He gazed up at the brightening skies, watching the stars fade into the vast sea of blue above.
The restrainer, it made sense. If he couldn't control his own power, then who else could? No one. It was his responsibility to control this power, his birth right; yet he could not. Was his birth right destined to lead to that? No, no one should be able to harness his energy, but yet this energy devoured his body and mind.
Broly shook his head. Control, he had to control that power- he refused to be controlled by another. But how was he meant to control a power that devoured his body and mind? And grew with bloodlust with every battle?
Splash!
Broly snapped his dark eyes open. That bastard is still alive?
"Haha..." Turles said, his lips leaving a strained vapour of wheezes. He laid on the shallow waters, soaking into his burnt flesh. A halo of crimson surrounded Turles, fading off into the depths. He gazed up at the crimson streaked skies with a faint smirk.
"You should be dead." Broly said, clenching his jaws as a guttural growl left his throat.
"Death is a funny thing... to us Saiyans any way." Turles said, closing his dark eyes and feeling the soft heat run through his bleeding muscles. "Our wills as a warrior race enables us to withstand literally anything. Even for a new-born." Turles opened his coal eyes again. "The Legendary Super Saiyan- It's a shame the King had to execute you. It's sad."
"Shut up." Broly said, clenching his fist, his brows furrowing down at the broken Saiyan.
"That power, along with the fruit from the Tree of Might, could have matched the Gods. Possibly both a blessing... or a curse from such divine beings. No one would dare to cross your path. You would have been one of the elites, a protector of the King-" Turles continued, falling into a pause before coughing up blood. "Grgh. But the King feared you, the elites feared you, everyone feared you. You could have gone rouge. But, you were portrayed as nothing more than this bloodthirsty, uncontrollable monster, past down through the legends of our ancestors. You inherited a rare gene, only found within a Saiyan every thousands of years."
"I'm warning you to shut up!" Broly rose up to his feet. "Stop telling me about all of this, I damn know all of what I am."
"Do you?" Turles twisted his head up at the Saiyan looming over him. "Let me tell you something, what do you think happened to the previous Legendary Super Saiyans? Hmmm?"
Broly gripped Turles by collar of his armour. "I don't need to hear any more from you." Broly said, gritting his teeth, snarling at the armoured Saiyan.
"They were executed at birth by their rightful king." Turles grinned as blood seeped from the corners of his lips. "Or they were killed by their own power. You know, you're not exactly blessed with a long life like all the other Saiyans. Your life is halved- no... you life is much shorter, terribly shorter compare to the others."
Drops of scarlet splattered across the shallow waters. Blood trickled down Broly's fist, trembling.
Trembling with rage.
"It's sad to even think your father had to use restraints on you to get you to cooperate with him." Turles smirked, blood trickling down his face as one eye watched him trembling with rage. "Even your own father fears your own power!" He laughed, shaking in rapture as his lifeless eyes pierced into Broly's gaze.
Crick!
Blood splattered across the shallow waters, leaving halos of red. Mangled bits of flesh and bones cushioned his fist. Streaks of blood ran across his face, dripping as his unwavering, dark eyes glared down at the mangled face of what remained of the armoured Saiyan.
"I know what I am." Broly said, his voice trembling as a guttural growl left from deep within his lungs. "I was left to die. Nothing will amount to the sheer rage I felt ever since I entered this damned world." His voice dropped deeper, the bridge of his nose creased. He yanked his fist from Turles's bloodied face. "The Prince is still alive. Him, and whoever has any connections to him, will die at my hands. Slowly." Broly rose up to his feet, looking away from Turles's empty eyes gazing up at the skies. "You're just pure, wasted Saiyan's blood-"
Thunk…
Broly snapped his dark eyes to the sound. A metal piece laid in the water's before him by a few metres. His brows furrowed, his jaws clenched tight. It was his restrainer- his crown.His eyes cracked up at the grey hands above them.
Saishi screwed up.
She drew her hands into herself, backing away from the crown as sweat slithered down her bloodied face. Saishi shook her head, gritting her fangs together. She gripped onto the remains of her clothes, covering her bare skin. She drew her arms over her chest, with her wings folding in front of her and her tail coiling around her legs; mimicking a barrier around her body. Her sight blurred, she rubbed her eyes with the back of a scaly hand.
Broly towered over her weakened state. Someone with that strength, and yet they can be reduced to such a pathetic sight. Silent, vulnerable and... crying? She was reduced to nothing. Her dignity, her control and her identity, she had nothing left.
Saishi hung her head down; with silent tears streaming down her cheeks. There was no escape. She knew she was going to die. First Mira, now him.
"Is this your end?" Broly said, looking down at her as his arms crossed over his chest. "You... grovelling at my feet." His dark eyes narrowed, "pathetic, not only you whimper, but you also sided with my father."
Saishi squeezed her eyelids shut, her bitter tears stung at her raw flesh.
"Earthlings," Broly gripped his fists tighter, "they are the weakest race in existence. I could kill the whole race with just a blast. Yet, you can take a much more of a suffering than any other weakling I've fought." The ends of his lips curved upwards. "No wonder my father took an interest in you and took you in. For that, I can make you suffer however I want you to; since you're a traitor after all."
"Just kill me then!" Saishi shrieked her lungs, shaking her head up at the towering Saiyan. Tears streamed from her face. "If that's what you want to do, by all means do it! I couldn't care less how you play your game-" Her head slammed against the water, his boot rested on her head. Her mismatched eyes widened as she laid, half paralysed against the shallow waters.
"Do you honestly want to go through with that?" Broly kept a firm grip on the girl's skull. "When I kill, I didn't say it will go nicely. It'll drag," His freezing, metal boot rubbed against the head, "and you'll be screaming, begging me to stop." He tilted his head. "You'll feel the weight of my feet crushing into your skull. You'll hear nothing but your own bones snapping, and your own blood covering your eyes. But you'll still scream helplessly, flailing your little limbs as if it will do something." He raised his head again. "What does a pathetic bug like you have against someone as powerful as me?"
Saishi's lips quivered. "Nothing. There's just nothing left..." Her voice fell into a whisper, one hand gripped the mud within the shallow waters. "Anything but them." Creasing the skin around her eyes and nose, tears streamed down her bloodied cheeks. It was better to be killed than to be a puppet.
Broky's grin faded. Those two from earlier; who were they? What were their purpose? And why was he so powerful? Tapping his wrist bands with a finger, Broly narrowed his eyes. That's enough torturing for today; he had to get some answers, maybe answers the girl would know.
He tugged his sash away from his waist. He lifted his feet away from her head.
"Saishi." Broly called. He lifted Saishi up to her knees, keeping her knelt on the water. He placed his maroon sash over the feeble teen, covering her scarred skin and wrapping his sash over her shoulders.
Tensing her body, Saishi fell still. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck, her eyes widened. Her face met with his.
I have to get away! Saishi thought, her breathing quickening with every passing moment. This guy, he's dangerous- wha.. what does he want from me? Her skin crawled, her heart rattled and her vision fell into darkness. What is he going to do to me?
"Saishi," Broly repeated, kneeling before her. "Listen- just breath." He tucked the sash into the folds hanging over her shoulders, securing the sash like a cloth worn around her body. "Right now, you're broken- you're scared; you have no dignity or shame left in you." His eyes trailed from the spikes sprouted from her head to her arms and scars over her face. "And being reduced to that isn't good."
Saishi's legs failed to budge. Shaken, she had no way of escaping his malice. What were his intentions? Even if he said he was going to kill, why wasn't he doing it now?
"I d..don't understand." Saishi's voice cracked. She gripped onto the maroon cloth. "I'm-" She coughed, spluttering blood from her lips. She doubled over. Her ribs creaked. Wheezing, the lights from her eyes flickered, diminishing with every second drifting by. Was this really the end?
"Just stay quiet." Broly reached out to Saishi. "You've lost a lot of blood. You'll die at this rate." He ran his hand over her dampened cheeks, rubbing away her crimson tears with his thumb. "Saishi," the bridge of his nose loosened, "Just stop that."
Crying. That constant memory of that sound; weak, helpless racket- a memory he could never forget. A blade, cold and sharp, stabbing into his abdomen just moments after regaining consciousness from his slumber as a new-born.
His eyes fell back onto the girl, his hand ran over the girl's maroon hair.
"You need to get patched up." Broly inspected, "You don't want any enemies striking your wounds." He took the teen in his arms, gripping her waist and below her knees. "Don't even attempt to flee either, that's futile.."
"...Broly." Saishi said, her head swaying close to his chest. "W... why?" She closed her damp and heavy eyes. Her eyes opened again, quivering. Those demons; now they know where she was... They'll return with something much bigger, with something much more terrible than today.
Broly stood in the open silence of the shallow waters, swaying his tail- a key trait of the Saiyans. He observed the silent teen. His eyes trailed towards the crown, leaving a ripple in the shallow waters. He raised a palm at the crown, crackling a ball of ki. He blasted the crown to pieces and brewed up a storm of debris and steam.
Huh?
His eyes trailed to his arm. An armoured tail wrapped around one of his bands, not in a manner to squeeze and constrict, but with a firm grip. His eyes trailed to her lips, opening and closing, as if she was trying to say something. But, her eyes; blank, dull and lifeless.
Broly placed his fingers on the girl's eyelids, pulling them over her mismatched eyes. Dead or not, looking at such eyes left some sort of bitter taste in his thoughts.
"Just shut up." Broly said, his eyes narrowed. "Or you will die."
Her lips remained open for a moment, before sealing shut, leaving nothing but a sombre expression on her down turned face.
Broly tilted his head. His hand reached out to her slim throat. A feeble, weak bug- he raised a brow. He drew his hand back. The kid had to get stronger, much stronger. Maybe she could become a worthy opponent- at least she wasn't smiling anymore.
He blasted off into the skies above in a burst of green, flying towards the hazy, navy mountains ahead. That Shamoian brat better be there.
From the far ends of the wasteland, a blond warrior stood, watching the lands with his blue eyes as two other of his members stood behind him.
"So, it really does look like Lord Frieza has left some monkeys." He said, clicking his scouter as numbers ran across the green surface. "Let's take care of that. For the Cold empire."
"Yes captain." The duo behind him replied, one perched on a boulder whilst the other stood tall.
They vanished into the breeze, leaving nothing behind.
Planet Earth - Wastelands
A punch. Blocked. A kick, evaded. Close combat, completely useless... and Ki blasts? Completely countered by his enemy's fortress of twin Ki blasts.
Raditz leapt back, dodging two zooming balls of purple ki.
"Ngh!" Raditz winced as a green, outstretched hand gripped his ankle.
"What did I tell you?" Slug said, grinning as he held the wild haired Saiyan upside down by the ankle. "I just have to blink, and then your head will just pop."
A static of scarlet ki erupted from Raditz's hand.
"Again?" Slug said, raising a brow up at Raditz. "You're really a persistent one."
Raditz shot a double beam down at Slug, sending the lands up with a mist.
"Don't underestimate a Saiyan." Raditz panted as the grip loosened around his ankle. Raditz dived down to the snow covered lands below. At least he shouldn't be able to use his other arm now.
"Oh look, I've been disarmed." Slug said, waving his remaining arm left. "What should I do?"
"Eat this!" Raditz yelled, firing another scarlet, static ball of ki at Slug.
"You shouldn't be too hasty with that!" Slug said, firing his twin balls of ki at Raditz's energy.
The area went up in smoke.
Whish!
Slug twisted his head to his right, a fist flew towards him, with two dark eyes following behind them. Slug blinked.
Blood sprayed in the air.
"Damn it!" Raditz screamed as blood sprayed from his shoulder. He landed on the pale floors, crouching as he slapped a hand over his bleeding shoulder. His blood splattered against the colourless land, solidifying on the freezing earth.
"A powerful strike but it's not enough to stop me." Slug grinned as he towered over the wild haired Saiyan. "HAH! " He yelled, bursting forth a tangle of flesh from his shoulder and replacing the arm he had lost, dripping with green bodily fluids. "Now it's time to dispose you." He cracked his knuckles.
Slug stretched his hand out, facing his palm down at Raditz.
Damn it. Raditz thought, sweat seeping from his brow. Kaioken, if only I had the energy- or the great ape. I could have taken him down with ease! If I knew he had the ability to regenerate his arm! Grgh! Why didn't the geezer tell me this? Raditz hung his head.
"Uncle!"
"Solar flare!"
Raditz snapped his head, seeing nothing but a bright light illuminating the skies. He threw his arms up, defending from the harsh light.
"No!" Slug yelled, covering his eyes. "Fools!"
Now it was their time to regroup!
Gohan and Okome gripped Raditz, before dragging him as a buzz grew louder in the airs above.
Slug opened his eyes, seeing nothing but a disk of ki racing towards him. Slug gritted, that move again?
"Okome, now!" Gohan yelled, gripping Raditz by the arm and supporting the Saiyan.
Okome broke away from Raditz, darting towards Slug. The frost covering the lands burst up like spikes, shooting towards the defending Slug.
What? Slug thought, a row of icicles flew towards him. Is that one out of her mind? Very well. It'll make all of this easier.
"No! Don't do it!" Raditz yelled, limping towards Okome. He reached our for the teen. Damn it! She's running straight into his trap.
Slug grinned, observing the icicle spikes darting towards him as Okome skated towards him. Then his eyes flicked to the ki disks dashing towards him.
"Now!" Krillin yelled, clenching his pale fists.
"You're mine!" Slug said, lunging out at Okome with an outstretched arm.
No mistakes! Okome thought, gritting her teeth tight. Unlike Nappa, I'll have to stick to defence. Offense isn't an option!
Leaping back, Okome retreated back into the swarm of icicle spikes.
"What?" Slug questioned. Rows of ice raced towards him as the girl vanished from sight.
A crimson spray froze into the absolute airs. A gash ripped through Slug's yellow battle suit, tainting it crimson; he came crashing down onto the frosty, stone grounds.
"Did we get him?" Okome said, landing besides the laying Namek as the icy waters below her feet soaked into the frosty grounds.
Slug's body remained still. His yellow battle suit fluttered in the icy winds.
Okome observed his still body; a rising and falling chest or anything giving the slightest sign that he was alive. She held a hand close to her chest as a thick vapour left her lips. Her heart thumped against the bony cages of her ribs.
"Get out of there!" Krillin yelled down at Okome.
A cold bead of sweat trickled down the back of Okome's neck.
"Surprise!"
The lands erupted into a hue of scarlet, disintegrating the stone grounds below to nothing.
"Krillin! Okome!" Gohan yelled as his grip on Raditz's arm tightened.
Two small figures leapt out from the swirling dust left by the explosion.
"Behind you!" Krillin yelled, pointing a finger down at the girl. His lips quivered, but not a gasp left his lips. A beam of ki struck him in the chest, sending him away into the frosty lands afar.
Okome whipped her head. Her eyes widened. It was as if a snake coiled around her throat, squeezing her passage of air to her lungs. She gripped his fingers, wrapped around her throat, and clawed at his flesh.
Slug grinned, revealing his fangs as the child dangled in the airs like a helpless animal, coughing and gasping for her last refills of air.
"Deceived me would you?" Slug said, bringing her face close to his, watching her dulling eyes flickering to darkness. "It's time to end this."
"Hey! Green Man! Over here!"
Slug snapped his head back, a black can rolled to his feet.
What's this? Slug thought, his grin dropped.
A hiss of murky fog spewed from the can. Four pistols flew past him, swirling the fog with a mix of red.
"Gck!" Slug coughed, tossing the girl away as he swatted the murky, yellow airs. "My thro- my eyes!" Slug yelled, gripping his face as he knelt to the floors.
"Move it or lose it guys!" Launch yelled. A low vrooming sound cut through the fog, before zooming past the blinded Namek.
"Launch!" Krillin said, hanging over the seat of the one wheeled motorcycle, driven by the feisty blonde. "Boy, who thought you were going to bail us out..."
"Hush it," Launch said, twisting the handles as the icy winds whipped at her curly hair. "We've got to hustle otherwise we're toast." She snapped her head to her left, raising a small pistol up at Slug.
"That isn't going to work on someone like him!" Krillin said, gripping onto the leather seat of the motor cycle. That time during the World Martial Arts Tournament, regenerating lost limbs was one of Piccolo's main skill. Heck, since Piccolo and Slug look alike, who said they couldn't have the same abilities? It's best to have something to counter that than to be sorry. "Remember when-"
"That regeneration stuff-" Launch said, taking aim, "Hey, take the wheel would ya." She slipped a finger over her concealed face, removing the cloth covering her lips and nose. Krillin flew up to the front, while Launch shuffled to the back.
"About that, I'm pretty sure that's gonna take some time to do. So there'll be enough time for your buddies to get away from here."
"Right." Krillin said, flicking his eyes left and right as the murky fog hung in the airs.
A click, and then a rapid fire of red.
"What's loaded in that thing?" Krillin said, pulling his navy under shirt over his mouth and nose like a mask.
"Chillies." Launch said, holding the pistol closed to her eye. "Red, hot and some nasty chilli powder."
"What happen to metal bullets? Or rubber? Heck even that bazooka you had."
"Can't have the cops chasing you everywhere." Launch sighed as she sat down on the leather seat. "And I don't want to upset Tien and Goku. Those cop fellas don't have a chance against weird freaks like them." She gripped onto the sides of the seat. "Better catch up to them, we don't want ta leave them hanging."
They rode off into the murky fog, whizzing away from the crouching Namek, whom grunted in angst. His scarred, black eye squinted up at the fleeing duo, watching them fade off into the murky distance. It was just a game of patience now.
He rose up to his feet, cracking his neck before gazing up at the inky skies. Just a few more hours a until the world fell into absolute darkness.
Planet Earth - Hospital
Dark. Only a flicker of orange light reached out towards the hallways, painting the white hallways with splatters of crimson and littered with still bodies.
A beep. A click. And yet another beep... echoed from the only room brimming with life- if the only sound was a cry from the deep abyss of a Saiyan's stomach.
"Hey, Chi," Goku said, bound to his prison by the endless arms if steel. "I'm starving." He wiggled his head, shuffling his arms, but to no use, he could not get free.
"Sorry Goku," Chichi replied, leaning against the chilly walls as the power pole rested between her bruised palms. "There's nothing at the moment. These guys are very stubborn... and I doubt that there's anything left since those barbarians raided the hospital." She sighed. "Our best bet at the moment is waiting for Bulma; I mean she might have a capsule full of food somewhere."
"Yeah," Oolong said, his arms crossed as he sat at the base of Goku's prison. "Unless those freaks threatened her into submission."
"I highly doubt that." Puar said, hovering behind Oolong.
"She's one fine, feisty woman I tell you that." Roshi said, gripping onto his staff as his frail body rested against what's left of a wooden chair.
"No one could never really tell Bulma what to do."
"She's a hot head." Yajirobe added, running a cloth over his sword as he strode into the room. "Her cheeky attitude got her into trouble too many times. She got turned into a carrot, what else can you a say?"
"There could be carrots." Chichi said, pulling herself up the walls. "Or some radishes or some vegetables. Who knows? We could make a soup."
"I don't like carrots." Goku pouted, puffing out his cheeks. "Isn't there any ramen?"
"Nope," Yajirobe replied, kneeling as he rested his back against the cracked window ledge. "Everything's completely cleared out. They've raided the food stock."
"They're probably trying to starve us," Roshi ran a finger over his beard. "By doing that, they'll weaken and force us to surrender easier. In Goku's case, no food equals no strength."
"No way!" Goku raised his voice as he snapped his head out his former teacher. "Starving a person of food is not the way to go."
"Look," Chichi waved her hands downwards as she closed her eyes for a second. "We'll get something after when this Slug guy is taken down."
"Ooh, is it ramen with some nice pork strips, and some rich, deep froth and a sprinkle with-"
"Goku!" Chichi yelled, slamming the power pole into the ground and cutting off Goku. "Don't get so carried away."
"But Chi..." Goku dipped his eyebrows up as his dark pupils widened, similar to a small child wanting something. "You know I can't do anything when I'm starving."
"What if I told you you're not allowed to fight- well not in that condition any way?" Chichi crossed her arms. "Let your brother handle it from here. You said he was stronger than you, besides also saying that we can trust him-"
"Goku! Hello? Anybody down there?"
"Hold on, I'm getting a weird voice in my head." Goku said, looking up at the ceiling.
"It's probably the medication." Yajirobe said, drinking water from his pouch before rubbing his damp lips.
"Don't tell me you already forgot about me!" The voice yelled, echoing into the vast depths of minds within the room where Goku resided.
"Oh... its you King Kai! Hehehe…" Goku replied, laughing. "What's up?"
"Besides the fact that I'm hanging around with dead peop- ahem, your comrades, you need to hear some urgent news. It's about Raditz and the others."
"Did they beat-"
"Am I hearing voices?" Chichi said, gripping her face as she whipped her head around the room. "Goku…"
"Relax Chi." Goku smiled up at Chichi. "This is another teacher who taught me while I was dead."
"Where ever you go, even after death, you somehow manage to find the excuse to fight." Chichi loosened her grip before rubbing her temples.
"No one seems to understand the danger of the situation." King kai said rubbing his temples as he stood on the green grass of his little planet. He gazed up at the blue skies, two figures flew past; one being Yamcha wielding a hammer and the other being a speedy cricket; Gregory. "Frieza and his race, Majin Buu, the Saiyans themselves, the galactic pirate, the Super Namekians, the South galaxy vanishing... and I'm only one Kai! Oh, and I'll say it again, THE SAIYANS AGAIN- ahem." He flicked his eyes to a lonesome tree. A Namek hovered in the airs, his legs crossed as his face read full of pure concentration. "Now," his eyes flicked over to the small building in the middle of the small planet, Tien watched Yamcha with his arms crossed over his chest as the little Chiaotzu cheered him on. "Raditz-"
"Oh, wow! They sound so strong!" Goku thought, gleaming up at the ceiling. "Can I-"
"-You heard nothing Goku!" King Kai yelled down at the grass below. "Nothing! Just focus at the matters at hand now."
"Awww…" Goku's brows dipped up.
"Now, about the whole situation." King Kai said, covering his lips with a hand, "Raditz and your allies just barely avoided death, I mean by the skin of their teeth. And that's not even the worst part."
"Come on King Kai, I'm pretty sure Raditz was playing with his opponent." Goku said, tilting his head to one side. "That's how he was in the first fight between me and Piccolo."
"But this time he wasn't."
King Kai whipped his head back, the meditating Namek had awoke.
"Raditz didn't know anything about the Namekians, I'm assuming that you only told him of the history and not the prowess the Namekian's possess." Piccolo said, hovering in the air with a grin. "That's a bad battle strategy."
"Well," King Kai said, adjusting his black shades, "That's like saying you only knew a Saiyans weakness without knowing some had an immunity to it. That's a bad battle plan to me if you couldn't adjust... and besides the fact you're here in otherworld. That's enough proof for a bad battle strategy."
Dropping his grin, Piccolo gritted his fangs in silence.
"Did Piccolo just get burned?" Yamcha said, landing from the skies as he held the hammer over his shoulder. He rubbed his forehead, removing the sweat as Gregory whizzed besides King Kai.
"Yamcha," Tien said, standing and observing Yamcha descending, "Don't provoke him, the last thing we need to do is to start a needless fight on a Kai's planet. He can burn you too."
"Heh, and you?" Piccolo said, raising a brow up at Yamcha. "Don't forget that you lost to easily to a Saibaman because you got too cocky." He grinned, showing his fangs at the wild haired Earthling. "I; on the other hand lost to that Saiyan brute."
"Get too cocky and you're bound to make a fatal mistake." Tien said, observing Yamcha hanging his head at Piccolo's remark.
"Alright guys, just settle down." King Kai said, holding a hand up at the four fighters. "You're all dead, that's the main point." He turned his head back down at the coarse grass. "Now about Raditz and your allies, they've backed off for now. Not because the enemy was able to push them back, but because there's some serious thinking to do to take down Slug. Well, the only Super Namek I'm aware that confirms the myth of such Namekians." He sighed, loosening his shoulders. "Slug has been toying with you all. And who knows if he has a trump card or not. So you'll all have to be extremely careful."
"King Kai," Goku said, "I know that Slug has that weird regrowing arm thing, I mean he's green and he kinda looks like Piccolo."
"Yes, I'm green and I'm so evil." Piccolo said, looking up at the yellow skies as he rested his back against the tree branch.
"He won't hear you." King Kai twitched his antennae's. "You'll have to touch me in order to initiate a conversation with a person or group." He gazed back up at the peachy skies. "Goku, Raditz is well, as well as everyone else, but you guys need a strategy to take him down. So, he's coming your way with Launch. I'll leave you with that."
"Kai of the North." Roshi said, resting his chin on his staff. "What is there to know of the Super Nameks? Would it be advisable to use Piccolo as a reference?" He gestured his hand in a circular motion.
"Hmm... I suppose. But Piccolo doesn't seem to be a Super Namek." King Kai said, rubbing his chubby chin. "Hey, you don't mind helping us out right?" He turned his head at Piccolo."
"Goku should know." Piccolo said, his arms crossed over his chest as he flicked his head away from the Kai. "He's the only one who fought against and besides me."
"Well," Goku said, his onyx eyes moving to his right. "You used weighted clothing, you have stretchy arms, oh!" Goku's eyes widened. "You can become a giant!" He raised his voice. "And he also killed me with a beam with Raditz." His voice dipped into a murmur.
"Is that all you remember?" Piccolo said, squinting an eye. "I reversed a Mafuba, the demon containment wave, with little effort."
"Oh yes, one of my prized sealing techniques." Roshi mjmbled as he rubbed his prickly, white moustache. A techniques created by Mutaito.
"And I've stopped your son when he rampaged in that giant monkey form by blowing up the moon." Piccolo continued, clenching a fist.
"Ozaru." King Kai said, adjusting his shades. "That form is known as the Ozaru... or great ape... but let's not cause a war over the names since everyone should know what they are."
"Even Super warriors?" Yamcha snickered as he rested his arms on the hammer with a smirk. "Or even Big Green." He narrowed his eyes at Piccolo.
Piccolo glared at the wild haired Earthling, sending up a ring of pebbles around Yamcha.
"Please, stop." King Kai said, wiggling a finger up at Yamcha.
"Was I dead?" Goku said, tilting his head to his left. "I don't remember Gohan turning into an ape."
"... yes." Piccolo said, sighing as he rested his back against the wooden tree. "But I guess that's all you know about me."
"Hm." King Kai said, twitching his antennae's. "I see you don't seem to know much of your own race, considering you were raised on Earth than Namek." King Kai observed the silent, green demon. "I don't blame you for your lack of knowledge on your own race."
"I don't need your pity." Piccolo said, crossing his arms as a hiss left his fang.
"Namekians were known for their unusual skills and talents. But I'll get straight to the point. I've already explained this already with Raditz and Goku." King Kai said, hobbling over to the chair. "So keep your ears peeled for this little history lesson."
Several minutes passed, leaving king Kai to explain the history of the Namekian people, the clans and the unique magician like abilities.
-"and that's how you were able to make clothes for Gohan out of thin air." King Kai said. "As for one last thing; on the topic of Super Nameks, Slug indeed is one. He was able to push Raditz away with ease... until Okome came with reinforcements. But, that's a sign for all of yous not to fight Slug on his own. His senses are at top notch to not even be scratched by Raditz." King Kai rubbed his chin. "His senses, Namekians are such great listeners due to their ears. Hence Kami was able to hear every thing going down on Earth from the skies."
"So, we'll have to distract him to stop him from hearing." Goku said, his brows dipping. "How? Singing? I'm a terrible singer."
"Or making the most annoying sound in existence." King Kai said, "What's the most annoying sound to a Namek."
"Whistling." Piccolo said, looking up at King Kai.
A high pitch tune left the King kai lips.
"Okay!" Piccolo grunted, slapping his hands over his ears, causing the Kai to stop.
"Well, I had to see if you were telling the truth." King Kai said, looking over to the Namekian. "You know, King Yenma only allowed you come here because of your deeds, so don't throw it all away now."
"Yeah, even I don't understand how someone as evil as him came here." Yamcha said, crossing his arms as the hammer balanced on its head.
"What's the only biggest bad thing I've done?" Piccolo said, rising up to his feet. "Because I'll make one thing clear." He raised a finger up at Yamcha. "The Saiyans. You don't understand how formidable they are... excluding Goku."
"But-" Goku chirped.
"Compared to the likes of Vegeta and Nappa, even Raditz, they were sent to kill and annihilate every single organism on a planet. Along with that great ape form, they could pull it all of under a single night. Now," Piccolo pointing a thumb at himself. "Explain any thing that I did that could rival their sheer, evil power?"
"You stopped an ape." Chiaotzu said, hovering besides Tien. "Even if that doesn't qualify as evil, you still held your own."
"But it's not enough to stop one that had full control." Piccolo said, shaking his head side to side. "And the moon was there. So it was an easy shot. If it was one that had control and was immune to being grabbed by the tail, I would have surely struggled."
"But you have that beam thing." Goku said, wiggling his head.
"You forgot how long that takes to charge up." Piccolo said, looking up at the skies. How is he able to listen?
"Just to let you know, making you all touch my back will be tedious. So I just expanded my telepathic field so that everyone can hear, only this planet and to the living plane to where Goku is." King Kai said, tilting his head at Piccolo. "Be grateful that I've made it all the more easier." He gazed back down at the grass. "Back to Raditz, now that we know what a Super Namek hates, well... maybe, I'll leave it to all of you down there to make up a strategy. Farewell."
Silence filled the dim room. Goku let out a sigh.
"Well then," Goku said, arching his brows up as his onyx eyes softened. "Looks like we'll have to wait for Raditz and the others."
"Yup," Roshi said, hobbling over to Goku's bed. "So, what's the plan, sonny?"
The realm of the kai's - King Kai planet
King Kai covered his mouth, clearing his throat before gazing back up at the drifting, yellow clouds.
"You all need to train hard if you want to get to Goku's level. I was the one who taught him the Kaioken and the Spirit Bomb... or as some people call it the Genkidama." King Kai said.
"Man, I still have to catch that little bugger don't I?" Yamcha said, rubbing his shoulder as the hammer laid at his feet. "Hey, Tien, why don't you take a shot?"
"Sure," Tien said, gripping the hammer. "I'll probably get him quicker than you."
"Is that a challenge?" Yamcha said, placing a finger on his nose.
"It's not about getting quicker." King Kai said, looking over to Yamcha, Tien and Chiaotzu. "It's about controlling your speed, agility and timing; including your ki output for power. The Kaioken was specifically made to give you a burst in speed and power, but it also drains your ki and so leaves you wide open when the Kaioken wears off."
"So chasing that cricket is only teaching us to adapt to our speed, our power and reaction time, or predicting the opponents moves?" Yamcha said, rubbing his unruly hair.
"If you paid attention earlier, you would have got the gist of the whole exercise." Tien said, resting the hammer over his shoulder with an arm. "I'm surprised that King Yenma allowed you to train with us."
"Hey!" Yamcha said, a red vein pulsed on the side of his head. "I'm not letting Goku beat me. If Krillin can keep up with him, so can I! I'm a student of that old guy, so I'm not letting Krillin and Goku best me!"
"Come on guys," Chiaotzu said, lowering his hands at the duo. "Let's focus on our training. Bickering over who's better isn't going to resolve anything." Yamcha took a deep breath. "And besides, we can still help Goku by training here in otherworld, learning the Kaioken would be really useful."
"Indeed it would be." King Kai said, hobbling over to the white chair besides his home. "From my memory, Earthlings don't have any else to back themselves up against all these other races out there in space." King Kai threw his legs over the chair, before lying upright on the slanted chair. "Saiyans turn into great apes... or Ozarus, I don't remember Earthlings having anything close to take down an ape of that scale, or a power up to match that."
"Puar turned into a pair of scissors." Yamcha said, raising a hand up at King Kai. "That's pretty good."
"True," King kai replied. "But how about power wise?"
"Then we'll just have to take on the Great ape, right?" Yamcha said, smiling as his lips twitched.
"Giants aren't easy to take down, you know?"
King Kai said, looking up at the skies. "I'm sure you all remember Piccolo's fight with Goku?"
"Oh boy," Yamcha said, looking over to Tien's unfavourable face. "At least Goku played it smart by abusing this height."
"Forget about giants." Piccolo said, snapping his head at the trio, "right now, you should all focus on getting that overgrown cricket."
"My name's Gregory!" A shrill echoed from the far end of the small planet.
"What makes you think that you can boss us around like that?" Yamcha said, placing a hand on his hip. "I didn't see you training ever since we've got here; and catching him isn't a breeze either." He pointed a finger at Piccolo. "So what makes you think this will be a breeze?"
"I'll show you that your not focusing hard enough, especially from someone who lacks discipline." Piccolo said, landing onto the crisp grass with both feet from his meditative stance.
"Hey, I've worked pretty hard for the each martial tournament." Yamcha pointed a thumb to himself.
"Yeah, if working hard means losing the quarter finals for each one." Piccolo said, raising a hand close to his face. A poof of smoke left his fingers, before his fingers took hold of a hammer. "Let me demonstrate how easy this training from a Kai really is."
"You can't loosen up a teeny bit here can you?" King Kai said, twisting his head at Piccolo. "Hey! Gregory! You better play your best game, this one's onto fooling around."
"He was playing all of us?" Yamcha said, shooting his eyebrows up.
"Did you just notice?" Tien said, sitting down on the grass.
"Of course." King Kai said. "After Goku was trained under me, Gregory had no choice but to make it harder for anyone training under me to learn the Kaioken and Spirit Bomb. So he trained-"
"Got him."
King Kai whipped his head, a small, tanned insect laid on the grass. Crosses formed over his eyes as the Namek stood besides the small bug.
"Hard training?" Piccolo said, holding his hand up before the hammer poofed into smoke. "Sure."
"You can't pick a low, get it?" King Kai snorted as he covered his mouth. "Pick-a-low? Piccolo?" His snorting stopped. Screw you all, I'm hilarious. He coughed. "Back on track, I'd better get on track and locate Raditz. You guys can continue training, or rest."
"And I'll return to my own training." Piccolo said, walking over to the tree with his arms crossed. He gazed up at the skies, watching the yellow clouds drift. He closed his eyes, those kids- no, they should be alright. They had each other.
Even if the former protectors of Earth were dead, they continued to train; until the day they returned to the living realm. For now, everything were left up to their allies on Earth- even if one was a former enemy.
Author notes: Another late chapter, I know. But, no matter what, I will get to the android saga and finish this fanfiction; there's so much to explore! And theories to show!
Any who, I've been watching some of the TFS stuff lately (and its been years since I've seen their stuff) and they already got to the Cell games and done the first Broly movie (Movie 8)… Boy oh boy do they hate the Legendary Super Saiyajin himself and the whole movie, their hatred literally bled through each character in that movie. Man Mirai Trunks has it pretty rough. But, I know for a fact that there's two new characters that going to be shipped… yup, I'm going to save my sanity before gets filled with that.
As for the future chapters, they will be delayed. As I've said earlier to all the fellow readers who enjoy (and hate) my content, I'm going to be on a short break from all of this. But! Not for long, I'll still be writing but at a much slower pace. Once exam season passes, I'll be back to my once a month writing schedule. So I appreciate all of you readers for the time taken to read my interpretation and possible outcomes for the Dragon ball universe. So until next time,
-ClumsyPigeon signing out