Forming a Bond

Chapter twenty-one

Chaos seemed to be the master of the hour. Rock and water scattered randomly as the sounds of war permeated the area. Night had fallen on the planet hours ago yet, in the field of this war it was strangely lit up. With tones of gold, green, and a burning red the moving battlefield was lit up. Not that the person causing all the destruction cared. He was too busy laughing, the snickers coming out when people tried to attack but failed miserably.

It wasn't unusual for a saiyan to enjoy a battle, but this wasn't a battle. It was more apt to call it a slaughter field than a battle field. After all, the natives of this planet didn't seem to be able to put up a fight at all. At the rate that this fight, this slaughter, went on there wouldn't be a planet much longer. She'd lived through a time when Saiyans were ruthless but they fought for competition, for their blood to rush and their spirits to soar. That did have the tendency to look merciless and some of the guys tended to play with those weaker than them on different planets.

Leta looked over the wreckage from the sky, hovering and taking it in. She had heard the reports so she knew that much. Watching Broly was not like the reports, first hand or recorded. Broly, in his zeal for bringing pain, was absolutely terrifying. She couldn't let that show on her face, however. She was the princess. She had to be stronger than that. It was hard not to show the disgust that rose up like a storm inside of her when he laughed.

"Broly! That's enough!" Paragas called out as he reached out for his son.

Broly didn't seem to heed his father's words. In fact the laughter only seemed to get worse as he finally destroyed the entire civilized city all together. White rock, some sort of concrete, flew into the air. Leta dodged to the side as the top of some piece of decoration tried to slam into her. She fell through the air and spun around, pressing herself off of the next large chunk that was blasted her way.

While she was dodging the remnants, Paragus was able to grab ahold of Broly's wrist.

"Broly!"

The red glowing saiyan turned around with a wicked look on his face, his laughter seeming more insane to both Paragus' and Leta's ears. The laughter died down and a frown darkened Broly's face when Paragus' hand tightened around his forearm. This wasn't the first time his father had tried to subdue him by grabbing his arm within the last year and a half. But it would be the last.

Broly jerked his arm free with one motion and backhanded Paragus in the next. Blood spewed from Paragus' face even as his hands went to go cover the damage. He felt something fall to the ground and there was a hollow feeling he'd never felt before. Blurrily he saw his eye, split open like a bad egg, fall to the ground.

"Broly...you…" Paragus grunted in pain, "you have to...stop! Stop!"

"No," Broly responded.

"You'll destroy this world," Paragus said.

He tried to lower his hand, but went back to clenching it around his open face wound. Broly paused in his destruction for a moment, a green glowing orb of energy held still in his hand. For a moment, Paragus was struck with the fact that his son's energy seemed like an entity of itself. Dangerous. And the glow illuminated his features into something a lot sharper than Paragus' own. With the glow also came the illusion of red hair. It wasn't like that had ever been unclear how similar to Annya he looked but in this moment, it was almost like she had been layered over him. And that, along with the murderous look and feel about his son, was what froze him in his spot in the air.

Paragus snapped himself out of and flung his arms out wide, "You'll destroy everything!"

"Good," was the short response. "This realm...this universe deserves to be destroyed."

"No!" Leta called out from her spot above them.

She stared down at Broly as though he'd gone man. Because, he had. His rage had only gotten worse since Annya had been taken.

"Yes."

It would seem that they'd finally seen it's peak. Neither Leta or Paragus knew if anyone would be able to survive the fall.

"He's destroyed another planet."

"Damn him. He's progressing too quickly."

Annya rolled her head as she listened to the people outside of the door. She tried to loosen the knots in her shoulders. But it was pointless. Her arms were strapped up, holding most of her weight. She pulled herself up to relax the tension in her lungs in order to take an actual breath. As she hung on to the bindings that held her hostage she popped some of the knots out of her spine, her tail stretching out with a shiver. She lowered herself slowly to avoid pulling something. Normally she wouldn't have to worry about that - normally her body was far more durable. But she'd been hanging for so long without any food or drink that she was actually starting to feel her muscles move when she pulled herself up. That wasn't something she could say she'd ever experienced before and it definitely wasn't a sensation she liked.

She didn't liked the fact that she'd been reduced to this state by those Tuffles. It had started off with blood withdrawal and transfusions. Then they added in testing the elements against her body; electricity, fire, ice. Testing her lung capacity came next. Over and over like an insane loop. They wanted to figure out what made them different enough to withstand their dester something or other gas. Especially since those who created it had somehow infected themselves with a strain that was slowly killing them. The Tuffles, like saiyans, lived a long time compared to some other races. Since they had that in common, as well as a planet of origin and some skeletal structure similarities, it was no wonder they wanted to test her. It was almost ironic seeing as if this situation had been reversed she'd be no better. Hell, she'd done the same to her own species.

The only thing she hadn't done which they were doing was starving her.

Annya pulled herself up and held there for a moment, resting her head against what suspended her from the air. As she 'rested' there, Annya could overhear them in the corridor. It was hard to focus and she felt like she was missing half of the conversation as she couldn't see them from her spot in the dark isolation room.

"Why is he doing this?"

"He's looking for her. Hah! It would be just like their savage race to kill and eat their mothers!"

"This is not a joke! He's destroying everything! At this rate, we'll never perfect our weapons against those monsters!"

Annya smiled slightly as she lowered herself back down. Even if she ended up starving at least Broly would still fuck with their plans. Even if he didn't know he was doing it. 'You're a good boy, Broly.'

Too bad she didn't have time to gloat in that idea as a knockout gas, one that they'd perfected during her "stay", was pushed into the dark room. And before she could manage to laugh, she was in a drug induced sleep.