Author notes:
13/July/2020: Here's another revised chapter. Enjoy!
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Planet Earth
Two weeks. The young duo trained for two weeks. No matter what the weather was, or what the situation is, they trained under the watchful eyes of the green demon Piccolo. The young duo continued to hone their skills, hopefully enough to defeat those Saiyans arriving any hour from now.
The golden glare of the sun scorched the barren wasteland.
Tap tap... Whoosh...
Footsteps scuttled across the hilly lands. From the lonesome tree, to the surging river, to the crisp grass, to the boulders, they zipped from one place to the next. On their toes, they honed their agility.
Thud!
Gohan uppercutted, slamming Okome on the chin. As Okome was hurled away, Gohan lunged towards her.
"Hya!" Gohan yelled, swinging a high kick towards her.
With the momentum of Gohan's uppercut, Okome somersaulted backwards. She dodged his kick only by an inch from her face and leapt to one side, evading Gohan's incoming dive kick.
I'm not letting you win that easily! Gohan thought, landing with a heavy crunch. He twisted his body and kicked backwards, connecting his foot against her forearms.
With a firm block, Okome thrusted a roundhouse kick, throwing Gohan off balance. As he tumbled to the ground; Okome raised her foot up. With a swift motion, she swung her foot down at Gohan.
Crunch!
Her foot slammed against the grassy ground.
Where did he go? Okome thought, widening her navy eyes. She leapt back, searching for Gohan- until something warm radiated on the surface of her neck. Okome froze. Her navy eyes shook as sweat trickled down her face.
"Heh heh... I got you this time!"
Twisting her head slowly, Okome meet Gohan's cheeky smile. His hand hovered only an inch away from her neck. If this was a real fight, the enemy would have finished her for good... Thank goodness it was only Gohan. Okome raised her hands in defeat, again.
"You win." Okome sighed, hanging her head. No matter how hard she tried, Gohan always seemed to have an advantage over her. Speed, tactics and power. If she had her original body, she would have dominated this kid... or so she would think. But at least one thing mattered, she was trying her best.
"I think we should call it a day." Gohan said, falling towards the emerald grass. His orange training clothes were in tatters, just like Okome's blue gi.
"Agreed."
Perking their heads, Gohan and Okome twisted their head to the stern voice.
Piccolo descended from the sky and landed before the young duo. "It seems like you both are getting the hang of your newly found skills," Piccolo continued, holding two red apples in either hand, "but training too much can lead to a strain on your body." The green demon crouched besides Gohan and Okome. "You both should get some rest."
"Yes Mister Piccolo." Gohan yawned, concealing his yawn behind his hands.
"Yes Sensei." Okome nodded. After a moment, Okome raised her finger to him. "I have a question that's been bugging me for a while... if you don't mind me asking that is."
"Go on." Piccolo raised an apple to Gohan and to her. "You might as well eat this while you're at it."
The young duo accepted Piccolo's generosity and thanked the green demon. Though Piccolo turned his head away from the young duo, mentioning that there should be no misunderstanding of the demon being nice to them. However, the young duo chuckled, aware of Piccolo's subtle change in his behaviour. Though that was a topic for another time.
"About the Saiyans," Okome continued, rubbing the smooth, red skin of the apple with her bruised fingers, "I heard that we're not the only fighters to fight the Saiyans... Instead there's more like us." She tilted her head. "Is it possible that we may know who they are?"
"There's Krillin, Yamcha, Tien and Chiaotzu." Gohan bit into the hard skin of the fruit. "I know that Krillin is a close friend of my dad, but I'm not really sure about the other three..."
"Krillin and Yamcha were both students of the Turtle Hermit known as Roshi, just like Goku." Piccolo sat in a medatitive stance. "Tien and Chiaotzu are both students from the Crane school created by Shen, where Tao also trained."
"Huh... students of different fighting styles." Okome mumbled as she took a bite out of the apple.
"Martial arts to be more specific." Piccolo clarified, raising his hand to Okome. "But that was besides the point. Krillin, Yamcha, Tien and Chiaotzu are the strongest fighters on Earth right now, that's why they were called to a sacred place to train."
"Sacred?" Okome tilted her head to one side.
"To be more specific, Okome, it's known as Kami's Lookout." Piccolo pointed up towards the cloudy, blue sky. "Apparently Goku trained up there as a kid."
"My dad?" Gohan exclaimed, his black eyes gleaming at his teacher.
Piccolo nodded.
"Wow! My dad must have been strong!" Gohan continued as the core of the apple fell from his hands. He curled his fingers and drew them to his thighs. He couldn't wait to see how powerful his father became in the one year. That power will surely show those Saiyans who's boss!
"I wonder how this sacred place is like?" Okome muttured, placing her index finger on her cheek.
"But can you believe-"
As Gohan and Okome converse about the Saiyans, Piccolo observed the young duo.
The Saiyans... Piccolo thought as a cool wind brushed past his cape as he observed the cheerful duo. Will they be prepared for them? His black eyes gazed up at the clear skies above. What could the Saiyans possibly do? And how bad would their terror be if Earth ever fell into their hands?
Elsewhere on Earth...
High up in the Earth's atmosphere, the wind howled; the clouds drifted in the open skies far and wide. Alone in the midst of the blue skies, a lonesome, small hemisphere stood on a thin pillar. This pillar held many markings. Ancient, this seemed like some type of art, some form of lost language, engraved onto the stone face- yet it seemed untouched as not a single detail was smeared. By all means, this bizarre structure should not be able to withstand the gravity of Earth, yet it did.
Preserved, this land was unknown to the rest of humanity. This land will only later serve as a ground for the future saviours of Earth; soon collected and dispatched for the future events that will follow.
This is Kami's Lookout.
Dashing across the white tiles, four forms dashed from the tall, swaying trees, and to the isolated, ancient building.
Whoosh…
"Kienzan!"
A short, bald monk, dressed in the orange gi of his mentor, threw a golden disk of ki towards a dopplergenger of himself. Unable to dodge, the clone vanished into black smoke. The monk landed, crouching as the smoke blew over him. He fought for the sake of his friends; he was the right hand man of justice when ever the Saviour of Earth wasn't around.
Just you wait Goku! I'll protect Earth from those Saiyans! The monk thought, standing up tall and balling his hand into a fist. He stared down at the white tiles. This was Krillin.
"Sokidan!"
From within the trees, a ball of burning white energy flew towards his clone; his hair was black and messy, like the bandit of the desert. Up, down, right, then a pound to the chest. Poof! The clone was no more. The bandit landed with a silent thud. He fought for the sake of his friend and a women he knew as a teen.
Just you wait! Puar and Bulma! I won't let those Saiyans destroy Earth- and I'll make sure I'll come back so don't you guys worry about me! The wild haired bandit thought, rising to his feet. He rubbed his thumb over his nose. This was Yamcha.
"Kikoho!"
From besides the dome building, a wave of energy, shaped as a triangle, struck a clone from the golden roof top. Dispersing into a black mist, the real one hovered, placing the tips of his fingers and thumb together. A large scar ran down the left side of his bare chest- but it did not bother him. Whatever pain did not cripple him from protecting his values as a warrior.
Chiaotzu... Launch... all of you guys that I've met during my journey... I won't give into those Saiyans! I'll fight even if it means my death. The silent warrior thought, landing onto the white tiles. This was Tien.
"Dodonpa!"
A golden streak of ki shot from behind Tien, passing over his shoulder before striking a short, pale clone. Don't just judge the size of this tiny warrior. He was fighting side by side with his lifelong friend, protecting whatever they both want to preserve.
Tien... I won't let you down! I'll try and do my best to stop them from ruining our home! Everyone's home. The small, pale fighter thought as he flew next to Tien. This was Chiaotzu.
These warriors trained for their upcoming battle against the Saiyans. Even if they had different morals and values, they all shared one thing in common... Earth is their home; their home that they had to protect from the likes of evil. However; they were not the only ones who were training to save Earth.
Elsewhere on Earth...
A small, dome cottage stood out in the green meadows of the highlands, bathed in the golden sunlight- not so far from the wasteland. Peaceful or not, there was no escape from the terror of those Saiyans from a few hours from now.
From the window side of the cottage, a slim, short figure threw a fist, then a back kick at the door. Her black and lower back length hair swayed in the air. She adjusted the red sash of her blue dress before cupping her hands and bowing her head.
She paused and took a deep breath. Even if she wasn't at the same level as the allies she knew at the Twenty Third Budokai Tenckaichi World Tournament, she fought for the sake of a promise. This promised- this promise was to an important man in her life, to protect Earth if he wasn't there to save their home from destruction.
Her black eyes snapped open. She strode to the auburn cupboards and swung the doors open. Her slim fingers took a hold of an orange pole. The Power Pole, a gift from her husband before he passed onto Otherworld. She redused to let this powerful gift go to waste.
Goku... I won't let our son fight them all alone... I'll pay my responsibilities by standing by him, and just like you, I'll be willing to give up my life to protect him for the sake of his future! The black-haired woman thought as she tied the Power Pole to her back with a rope.
Chichi, husband to Goku, was prepared to fight those Saiyans.
Planet Earth- Wastelands
As the young duo rested in the morning sun, Gohan looked to Okome as he laid on the emerald grass. He pondered as he observed her drawing the water of the dew drops from the grass, and circled the orb of glowing water in her hands. This question was on his mind lately.
"Hey, Okome, I've been meaning to ask you this question for a while Okome," Gohan asked, raising his hand to Okome. "What are you going to do after you help us defeat the Saiyans?"
The orb of water in Okome's hand splashed against the grass. She glanced to Gohan as her back laid against the oak tree. How would I find Layla and return home safely? Okome thought, her navy eyes widened. I don't even know where I am either! She turned her head away from Gohan. "I haven't thought about that to be honest." Okome met his gaze, her shoulders slumped.
Gohan sat upright. "Since you're searching for your sister, you should have something planned- no offence." Gohan tilted his head. "I mean, it could take months if you're trying to find someone without any information on their whereabouts." He clicked his index finger and thumb at a sudden thought. "You're always welcomed around my mother's place." He smiled to Okome. "I'm sure my mother won't mind having a girl around. I mean, there's no harm if you have no where to stay- and I can help you out at the same time!"
So pure! Okome thought, blinking at Gohan's eagerness. "You think?" Okome replied, jerking her head away from the sturdy body of the tree. She paused at a thought.
What if this was a trap?
No- Gohan seemed too innocent to do such a thing. He was only four. During the training sessions with Piccolo, Gohan lacked any bad streaks... unless it was his gentle nature- his pacifist philosophy to refuse resorting to violence. Gohan seemed like a kid who fought if he had no other choice. He refused to hurt a fly even if it buzzed around for three hours straight in his face. What could be wrong with being so gentle?
"Thanks Gohan, I really appreciate what you're doing for me." Okome smiled at Gohan.
Gohan smiled back and squinted his eyes shut. "You're welcome." Gohan itched the back of his neck. "It's the best I could do. I know that you didn't have a place since you have no idea how to get back home. I did promise that I'll help you after when this all blows over." He raised his fist to her.
Her gaze studied his eyes, like as if they were sincere... honest and truthful. Okome couldn't deny it. Those eyes were innocent. But, they hid something dangerous.
"What's going on here?"
The young duo snapped their attention to the tree behind them. Gohan and Okome jumped to their feet at the sudden appearance of their mentor standing besides the tree. Okome hid her blushing face from Piccolo.
Even the young ones fall prey to all this... Mushy stuff. Piccolo thought, analysing the duo. Gohan chuckled at Okome's blushing face, until Okome whacked the boy on the shoulder to stay quiet.
"We all need to talk," Piccolo continued, relaxing his arms to his sides, "it's about the Saiyans."
The young duo smiles vanished from their lips.
"I'm listening." Okome spoke with a firm voice.
"Is it about Krillin, Tien, Chiaotzu and Yamcha?" Gohan asked, standing besides Okome.
The boy was nervous. He never saw them in person, excluding Krillin that is. He wondered of his father's crazy childhood adventures and all those he met.
Piccolo stood silently in the cool breeze, watching the emerald grass sway. As he circulated his thoughts, something else was raised to his attention.
"Piccolo…" a voice called from within the green demon's mind. This voice, even if it may have sounded like an elder, agitated Piccolo.
"I'm not interested in your talk old man." Piccolo snarled back as his eyes snapped up towards the cyan skies.
"They're here…" The old, familiar voice continued.
Shortly after, a sharp shock darted across the back of the green demon's mind. Two tremendous powers grew, like a growing ball of a crimson fire. He snapped his head to the young duo. He knew what the old man warned.
"You both better move it or lose it!" Piccolo barked at the duo as he pointed west towards the sky. "They're here!" His eyes widened.
"Already!" Gohan exclaimed, drawing his fists to his chest. He gulped. Piccolo warned him about the dangers of fear clouding his judgement but, being a child and fighting a real battle with so much at stake was difficult to swallow. What made the situation worse was the fact his mentor never revealed this type of face. Gohan thought that Piccolo was fearless, standing up to anything thrown at him... was it out of shock that the Saiyans arrived so soon? Or was there something else Piccolo hadn't explained yet?
Piccolo nodded in response to Gohan's clamour. His students better be ready for the fight to protect Earth. Even though it's been a year since his alliance with Goku, it was weird for him to save Earth- opposed to taking over it. A small smile tugged at his lips.
Goku... Piccolo thought, smirking up at the clear sky, You better be alive when the Saiyans are defeated.
"You two," Piccolo spoke, cupping his hands as if he was holding something. As the duo whipped their attention towards the green demon, a dark purple cloth was thrown at the duo, "Wear these, they're durable compared to what you wore during training."
The duo thanked Piccolo. With those clothes, they officially wore the mark of a Demon. Now they all waited besides each other for the darkest day in history... The Saiyan's arrival.
Elsewhere on Planet Earth...
At half eleven in the morning, two unidentified objects hurled through Earth's atmosphere. They soon crashed into a crowded city, leaving a massive crater and wrecking the towering buildings of the central city: the two pods displaced the concrete of the earth. City residents stared in awe as two forms emerged from their pods, ascending slowly into the air above the residents.
One was a giant, brawny, bald man. He wore a black armour with yellow padding on the shoulders and the side of his legs. He wore a wide grin across his lips.
The other was smaller compared to his comrade. His hair was black and spiked up. He wore a white armour with yellow padding attached to his shoulders and legs. He crossed his arms, as though he held authority and power.
However, they both shared a distinguishable feature; their scouters rested one one eye and their tail wrapped around their waist.
"Time to have some fun!" The giant bellowed as he cracked his knuckles. He flicked up his right index and middle finger up towards himself.
A white light burst out under the two creatures. The city below them vanished instantly, leaving a trail of screams in its wake.
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Distant planet
A stream of scarlet sunlight crept through the brick walls, reaching into the gloomy, stone room as though a reaper lurked.
Two weeks... Saishi barely grasped the knowledge of ki. This knowledge was powerful, yet it held something sinister. She observed the small, lavender ball of ki hovering silently in her palms. Her back rested against the foot of the iron skeleton of her mentor's bed.
Tsss…
Damn it... Saishi thought, sighing. Her ki dispersed into shards of light, like the stars in the night sky. Her hands trembled as she tucked her head into her knees. Three... so that's my limit? I can only create three, and this is what it does to my body?
Hissing quietly, Saishi bit her pale lips. She clutched her shaky wrists, burning from exhaustion. Paragus taught her the basic principles of ki manipulation; summoning her ki from a certain part of her body in a physical form was the main objective. Since she was able to do that, Paragus told Saishi to hone her skills through continously summoning her ki and maintaining it for long periods of time. So far, Saishi's ability to cope was laughable compared to what Broly could do.
If Broly could level a city, what chance do I have now with his insane power? Saishi thought, resting her head on the foot of the iron skeleton of the bed. And who knows when he'll be awake?
Tck…
The metal frames of the bed creaked. Saishi leapt up to her feet. She turned her attention to the unconscious Saiyan- of comatosed would be more appropriate.
His face trickled with sweat. He twisted his face away from the scarlet rays. Panting, grunting, snarling, the Saiyan writhed his head. His hands twitched, as though something bounded him. He was like this for the last two weeks.
Saishi strode over to the pile of grey towels, placed between two wooden buckets. Dipping one of the grey clothes into the bucket holding cold water, Saishi brought the damp cloth over the Saiyan's forehead.
"Ve.. ge ..ta ..." Broly growled, gritting his teeth. In the same, strained voice; he uttered, "Ka..ka..rot…"
Saishi laid the cloth over his bare forehead. He uttered those words for the last two weeks. Who exactly were they? The word "Vegeta" was mentioned once by Paragus, yet he dismissed the name quickly in her presence. As for "Kakarot", he could be another elite warrior working besides Vegeta. Who knows?
Broly squinted his eyes. The creases on his eyelids soon faded as his panting became softer and quieter.
Saishi lifted the towel from his forehead. Placing the towel into the empty bucket, she took another towel and dipped it into the bucket filled with water. Another groan whispered from deep within the Saiyan's throat.
"I'll k... kill you..." Broly's voice rose. Saishi placed the damp towel over his head once more. His body tensed and his fingers curled into a fist.
Kill? Saishi thought, kneeling beside him, resting one of her arms on the iron bars of his bed. She rubbed the damp towel over his forehead. Shortly after, Saishi backed away from the slumbering Saiyan. Should I call Paragus? Saishi thought, her back touching the metal door. A lonesome candle flickered in the corner of the room, wavering. Saishi relaxed her body. No. Once he awakens, then I'll call him. Right now, he hasn't harmed me. Her eyes flicked to the flickering candle.
"And if he does?" Karu spoke from the depths of Saishi's mind. "He surely won't have any mercy on you, mortal" The Demon's claws reached out towards Saishi from the darkness of her deepest guilt.
"I'll hold him off until Paragus arrives." Saishi thought, sliding down to her knees besides the the slumbering Saiyan's bed.
Unknown to her, the Saiyan suffered multiple nightmares, one after the other.
Deep within his mind, the Saiyan could not escape. Laughter, screaming, crying- then a cold stab deep into his abdomen.
"GARGH!"
Not even a single cry of pain escaped his lips. He hung in the shadows of his prison, now splattered a pained red across the obsidian walls. His arms hung above his head, chained to his iron prison. His head steadily rose up in the darkness. His blood seeped from his chest, thick and sticky with the scent of iron.
"You're afraid of your me, just like the King." Broly spoke to himself, his empty eyes gazing at the void. "My power... you think that I'm a monster because I can't control it. You feared for your life but yet you think that restraining this power holds your safety? You're a fool." His bloody lips cracked into a grin. "Time will catch up and the monster you feared will break free. HA HA HA!" He guffawed, his black eyes widened. "YOU AND THIS ENTIRE PLANET WILL FADE FROM EXISTENCE! THEN ALL THOSE WEAK INSECTS CAN FOLLOW YOUR SORRY EXISTENCE TO HELL!" He roared into the void.
After several moments of silence, his grin faded from his lips. He hung his head again, looking down at the blood tainted on his skin.
"Grgh... I don't understand any of this. You said you were proud of me." Broly mumbled, his raw flesh of his torso throbbed. "If I really was a threat to all the Saiyans, why did you not let the King execute me?" He shook his head, his sullen eyes squinted at the thought. He closed his squinted eyes once more, his eyelids quivered.
Alone. He silently wandered in the sea of shadows for several breaths.
A familiar cry reached Broly's ears. Something sharp struck his torso again.
"Grgh!" Broly gasped, though he restrained the urge to scream. He shook his head like a cage animal. That pain! His dark gaze fell to his chest- no… NO!
His blood glowed a luminous green, not red. His energy- that birthright… it seeped out from his abdomen, squirming like maggots. His eyes widened to his horror. His head snapped up at the sky of the void of his conscience. His body from trembled; his skin quivered as the energy swelled up from within him. He yelled silently in agony. That power- it tore him to shreds..
"He... elp..."
Resting her head on the edge of the bed, Saishi heard Broly strain a whisper.
Help? Saishi thought, rising up to her feet. Removing the last sets of sweat from his forehead with the towel, she dumped the towel into the empty bucket. Saishi knelt besides the bed again, observing his silent breaths as he slept.
"If he wakes up before his crown arrives, call my name…" Saishi remembered Paragus's strict order. Saishi understood why. Under Paragus's orders, Broly was a danger, an untamed animal and must be bounded to a set of control.
Though Saishi also wondered if Broly was a puppet- a tool. The thought of that demoness continuously haunted her, and Saishi could not ignore Broly if he was suffering the same treatment she one did.
A grunt; Saishi snapped her gaze towards Broly. His eyes were half open. As Saishi observed his empty gaze, something was different- as if something hid well out of reach.
Immediately seeing her, Broly snapped open his eyes fully.
Those cold and firm eyes- how he hated such a gaze!
Whatever traces of emptiness Broly's eyes held now sharpened, like daggers glaring into her soul.
"YOU!" Broly yelled, lunging towards Saishi. One of his hands reached out towards her face, extending every finger in order to pin down the small girl from escape.
Saishi's eyes widened. As she swerved her head, Broly's hand latched onto her shoulders and rammed her against the stone ground. His body loomed over hers, his face; inches away from hers. His wrathful eyes dug into her mind, ripping into her soul. With two crushed shoulders, Saishi struggled to break free from his obsidian gaze.
"You tried to kill me didn't you?" Broly snarled at her, his breaths burning her skin.
"No! There's a misundersta-"
-"Why are you here?" Broly interrupted her plea, scowling at her.
"I was trying to help you!" Saishi yelled, her eyes snapped open, her pupils thinned into slits. "Why can't you understand that you would have died from the blood loss two weeks ago!" She jerked her head towards him in retaliation to his tough hold.
Crik!
Saishi's squinted her eyes as her throbbing shoulder creaked under his hold.
At the realisation of being unconscious for two weeks, Broly widened his eyes. He jerked his face away from her. Glancing down at his chest, he noticed the grey bandages wrapped around his torso. Broly ran his hands over the bandage tightened over his right shoulder.
"You're cru...sh..ing me." Saishi hissed through her gritted teeth. Her knees- numbed from Broly's shin digging into her legs.
Broly shifted his gaze to her. He knelt besides her instead.
"Tell me everything that happened when I was down." Broly demanded, patting his bandaged chest. Silently wincing just after his first contact, he exhaled deeply.
"I would if you did not crush my legs and countless other body parts." Saishi grunted through her clenched jaws. Her brows arched at the realisation of her arms not moving. With no feeling in her shoulders, she could not move her arms.
"That's your problem if you're so weak."
After several moments of silence, Broly looked to Saishi. She remained still on the ground, though her hands twitched. That meant one of two things; crushed shoulders, or paralysis from fear. What a useless state to be in.
Noticing his large hands reaching over to her face, Saishi widened her eyes. No! There was no way in Hell she allowed him crush any more bones.
"STAY THE F* AWAY FROM ME!" Saishi yelled, stumbling towards the window ledge with a propel of her tail. She bashed her injured body against the brick wall with a sudden squawk and collapsed on the stone ground again.
Broly studied her injured form, blinking at her as his hands were raised to her.
"Hey, kid," Broly sneered as he noted her pale face trickling with sweat, "you're in no condition to challenge me- Hell, you can't walk straight." He pointed at her as Saishi used the wall as support to get onto her feet. Broly rose up to his bare feet. "I'll give you only one chance," he tilted his head as he towered over her, "you either tell me what happened, or," his voice hardened into a growl, "I'll just have to break every bone in that body of yours to get the answers I need." He smirked, "It's your choice." He shrugged his shoulders. "No one's going to save you."
Silently staring at each other, Saishi kept her cold eyes on him. He was right. She had no other option to fall back on- Unless...
No. If she called for Paragus, Broly will not doubt kill her.
"I'll tell you what happened." Saishi sighed, sliding her back down the stone wall and tucked her knees towards her chest. She rested her head on her arms, thinking of a strategy to escape. She looked to his ankles.
"Good." Broly tilted his head. "By the way, if you lie, you'll lose more than your arms."
"I understand." Saishi averted her gaze from him. "Ask what you will and I'll answer."
Broly knelt in front of Saishi and reached his hands towards the girl.
Saishi glanced to the Saiyan, her eyes shaking. Shit! She was cornered!
No! Saishi thought, burying her back against the brick walls. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, shaking her head. Don't, stay away! She lashed her tail at him, her eyes glared red for a moment.
The thoughts of those demons struck her mind, her laughter and their gaze haunted her.
Broly tilted his head, evading her lashing tail. He grabbed her tail and slammed it against the stone ground in front of him.
Saishi's eyes flickered back to lavender, her heart beating against her rib cage. Her skin was drenched in sweat, her breaths shallow.
"Nice try, but no." Broly kept his hand firm against the ground. He studied her shaking movements, aware something disturbed her.
Saishi curled into herself, burying her head into her knees. Not now… not now! Saishi thought repeatedly to herself, her fingers digging into her scalp as she remained frozen in one place.
Something wasn't right with the either of them.
Saishi slowly opened her lavender eyes once more, the rims of her eyes filled with tears. She silenced her cries, trying to remain in one piece in front of the danger before her. However, her body remained frozen, unable to move as her memories chained her to one place.
Broly sighed silently. Looks like someone else suffered those episodes. He drew his hand over her back and pulled one of her arms over his shoulder.
"Don't act rash, you're exhausted." Broly spoke, lifting her up to her feet, though he crouched to support her height. "You're at a disadvantage right now. I'm a lot stronger than you, but if you truly want to defeat me, look past all those fears you have." Broly turned to his bed. "I want to fight you when you're at your best." He shifted his gaze to her, her empty gaze observed the stone ground.
The Saiyan laid Saishi down on the bed and then sat at the edge of his bed.
Once Saishi regained her composure, she shifted her gaze around the room. She soon realised she was laying on his bed. Her face burned red. How long was that horrible episode for?
Broly's dark gaze lingered on her face, feeling some sort of discomfort from the girl... what exactly was she trying to say? He had no intention to torture her- yet. She barely had the energy to flee.
"Stop being so scared." Broly ordered, his sharp gaze observed her. He raised his voice, "If you let your fear get to you, it will destroy you. You won't get far if your going to fight me in that state." He turned his head away from her. He rested his hands against each other on his thighs. "Now tell me, what happened?" He quietened his voice.
Gulping silently, Saishi nodded. Her shaken eyes shifted to the Saiyan, just half an arm-length away from her.
"When you were out cold," Saishi began, looking over to his back sprawling with bandages, "your father asked me to take care of you."
"I never asked for anyone's help." Broly intervened, turning his head up to the window of his room. The crimson horizon illuminated the rugged lands, creeping above the misty peaks of the navy mountains. "He should be happy that I haven't gone after his head right now." He growled lowly, his gaze fell onto his pale, clasped hands. Again… his own father would rather leave a stranger to look over him.
What's up with him? Saishi thought, her eyes shifted from the Saiyan's pale hands to his face. "While you were out, Paragus also taught some of the basic principles of Ki." Saishi continued, raising her hand to Broly.
"Good for you." Broly rubbed his face with his palms. His hazy eyes shifted towards hers. "There's no need for you to go on. Your energy is low."
"I'm alright." Saishi tugged a small smile on her lips. She lifted her body up with the support of her tail. However, Broly gripped her injured shoulder with a firm grip.
"Don't lie to me." Broly growled lowly, his dark eyes glaring at her. "All I ask is for you to be honest with me. It will save you from harm, and even death." With force, he pushed her back down.
This feeling… what was this faint feeling crawling at the back of his mind? Faint… like those Shamoian bugs. This feeling, it had some control over him- stopping him from harming her further.
Broly shifted his gaze away from her, loosening his grip on her shoulder.
"Shouldn't you also rest up too? I mea-"
-"Don't tell me what to do!" Broly interrupted Saishi with a scowl. He stood on his feet. "I've been through far worse." He crouched down besides his bed and grabbed his golden boots. "Go to sleep kid. You'll need all the energy you can get if you have any chance in defeating me."
After slipping on his boots, Broly ran his hand over his forehead. Nothing. He rose to his feet. No crown huh? He thought, clenching his hand into a fist. Hn… that won't stop me from killing the kid. His lips cracked into a small smirk. Dad, you're a fool to think upgrading the crown will do anything to me.
The Saiyan shifted his gaze to Saishi. Her small form laid quietly in his bed, curled on her side. Broly shifted his gaze to her face, observing her pale and empty face. Blank. Her face revealed no emotion as she slept.
The Saiyan drew his hand through her brittle and maroon hair, noting her details. The pointed ears, the scar on her shoulder, then her tail drawn close to herself as though shielding herself-
-The Saiyan's attention was diverted.
Footsteps scuttled across the narrow hallways.
Broly shifted his gaze to the door, drawing his hand to himself. His dark gaze observed the light passing the foot of the door, and counted the shadows passing his room.
Thirty Angols. Broly thought, standing on his feet. My dad must have ordered the Angols to round up those insects. Too bad... no one's going to save them.
As he headed towards the door, his ears picked up on Saishi's quiet words.
"A… ma… ya…"
Broly shifted his gaze back towards Saishi. Tears streamed from her trembling and closed eyes as she drew closer into herself.
It wasn't his place to aid her, it never was. Broly vanished into the shadows of the hallways, evading the Angols on patrol. However, the thought of her weakened state clung to the back of his mind.
Alone in the green hue of his room, Paragus sighed. He sat besides his desk, littered with papers holding the information of various instruments.
Krang... what do you mean that the crown's alright? Paragus thought as he brushed his moustache with one hand. He shook his head hand rose up to his feet. He strode towards the iron doors.
Whoosh…
A familiar chill sparked down his spine. Paragus snapped his attention towards the window. His only eye met his obsidian gaze.
"Son... Don't do this." Paragus commanded as he stood firm. However, one of his feet faced towards the iron doors. His hand retreated into his grey cape as Broly hovered inches away from outside his window.
"Why?" Broly snarled lowly at his father. His dark eyes twisted with a deadly and silent wrath.
Paragus recognised that same confusion. There was a storm of scarlet rage deep within him, intoxicating his veins and mind. Broly was not making this easy for him. Paragus must endure whatever his son planned for him. Paragus's cape fluttered in the chilly winds as he silently observed his son.
A smirk crept on Broly's lips. His eyes drowned, twisted in black hysteria.
Roaring in rage, Broly lunged towards his father. He snapped. He lost the ability to reason.
Paragus knew this was bound to happen, again.
All that Paragus could do is buy time.
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And that's all for now _
-ClumsyPigeon signing out
