Chapter 3
Piccolo couldn't help but to watch as the other warrior stalked toward him with almost evil intent. Broly moved with a lethal and almost cat like grace.
Instinctively Piccolo moved a step back away from Broly as the other warrior stopped right in front of him.
"What is the matter, Piccolo," Broly smirked as he observed the look on the emerald warrior's face.
He reached out to touch Piccolo's cheek.
Piccolo snapped.
Snarling, he lunged at the surprised saiya jin. Ignoring his own wounds completely, he sent flurries of kicks and punches towards Broly. He was determined to rouse the other warrior's ire.
Broly's shock only lasted for a few seconds, then instinct kicked in and he began to fight back. He quickly flared up to super saiya jin level. He began to defend himself.
Piccolo knew that physically he was no match for Broly. However, he had a good head on his shoulders and had formulated a plan.
' If I can get that sadistic bastard mad enough, maybe I can get him mad enough to kill me. That way I will at least gone down as a warrior and not someone's chattel,' his mind raced a thousand miles an hour.
He pushed himself harder. He could feel his strength ebbing as the accumulated effects of blood loss, trauma, and homeostatic shock set in. He knew he had only a limited amount of time left In which to implement his plan.
Broly smiled viciously as he continued to hold his own against the tired namekusei jin warrior. This sparring was fun but he was beginning to get tired of holding his strength back. He wanted a real fight. He knew Piccolo was trying to goad him into killing him. He had been in several battles where his opponents had used that ploy and he was bound and determined not to fall for it. He has learned the signs and tells. Piccolo was exhibiting the most obvious one. He was clearly tired but was pushing himself beyond his limits. Broly merely smiled even more at the thought. What the poor green fighter didn't know was that by wearing himself out he was making it easier for the other warrior to conquer him.
Suddenly, Broly stopped fighting.
This abrupt halt caught Piccolo off guard. He had to rebound in the middle of a flying kick, for his target had moved.
He landed almost in the same spot he had launched himself from. He looked around for his opponent, but the other fighter had vanished. Then a vise like grip snaked around his throat and latched on, the fingers indenting his skin.
" I really think it is wise that we stop playing these games. You are mine now. You must accept the inevitable. Your friends have abandoned you and you have nothing. Except me."
Despite the lack of oxygen Piccolo still managed to snarl a retort back.
" Get the hell away from me, you sadistic baka yarou. They will come back for me. They won't just leave me here," he choked.
" What's the fun in that? Like I said... Get used to it. You are mine to do what I wish with and to. Now, shut up or I will shut you up." Broly's voice had the rough edge of a growl to it.
" Go to hell, you sadistic fuck," Piccolo spat back.
Broly's face contorted and raised his hand. The last thing Piccolo remembered was an impact on the right side of his neck and then nothing.
Broly looked at the limp form in his hand. The chop had been enough to stun him but not to kill.
After all, he mused, why kill the toy before you are through playing with it. He hefted the green warrior and threw him over his shoulder and started walking toward his ship.
Entering it, he turned around and closed the ship's door. It hissed as it swung down vertically. He then turned left and walked down a small corridor and came to a closed door.
He punched in a code in the keypad and the door hissed open. A small berth lay before him. Gently he laid the warrior down and then exited the room. He came to the medical center of the ship and ordered a chemical from the computer. He grabbed a syringe and a vial. He filled the vial with the chemical, a sedative closely related to morphine, and injected the syringe into it. Pulling the plunger out, he quickly filled the syringe half way.
He put the syringe down and cleaned up. After he finished he left, syringe in hand.
Piccolo was starting to show signs of coming to as Broly walked in the door. He let out a low moan as the saiya jin silently stalked over towards him.
Broly took a minute to observe his captive. He gently touched one cheek and smiled as the downed warrior flinched away from the touch.
Piccolo started to move a little more. He could sense someone near him, but couldn't identify the ki signature in his state.
Then he felt a slight prick on the side of his neck. He tried to speak aloud to protest this but an invading numbness began to spread out from the spot.
As he sank again into the depths of oblivion he heard a voice speak. The tone was familiar and not at all friendly.
" Sleep, my captured one. For when we arrive home, you will need all of your energy for what I have planned."
Piccolo carried this quote with him as sleep finally defeated him.
Broly removed the empty syringe away from Piccolo's neck. The drug began to take effect almost immediately. He wanted no surprises from the warrior as he traveled to his new 'home'.
He left the room, locking the door again with a numerical code and proceeded to the bridge. He set the coordinates for his planet and leaned back to listen to the engines rumble as they lifted the ship off Earth...
" Forget every thing you have once known, Piccolo. The past is behind you. You must now embrace your future ...with me. "
He licked his lips in anticipation of the future.
Piccolo couldn't help but to watch as the other warrior stalked toward him with almost evil intent. Broly moved with a lethal and almost cat like grace.
Instinctively Piccolo moved a step back away from Broly as the other warrior stopped right in front of him.
"What is the matter, Piccolo," Broly smirked as he observed the look on the emerald warrior's face.
He reached out to touch Piccolo's cheek.
Piccolo snapped.
Snarling, he lunged at the surprised saiya jin. Ignoring his own wounds completely, he sent flurries of kicks and punches towards Broly. He was determined to rouse the other warrior's ire.
Broly's shock only lasted for a few seconds, then instinct kicked in and he began to fight back. He quickly flared up to super saiya jin level. He began to defend himself.
Piccolo knew that physically he was no match for Broly. However, he had a good head on his shoulders and had formulated a plan.
' If I can get that sadistic bastard mad enough, maybe I can get him mad enough to kill me. That way I will at least gone down as a warrior and not someone's chattel,' his mind raced a thousand miles an hour.
He pushed himself harder. He could feel his strength ebbing as the accumulated effects of blood loss, trauma, and homeostatic shock set in. He knew he had only a limited amount of time left In which to implement his plan.
Broly smiled viciously as he continued to hold his own against the tired namekusei jin warrior. This sparring was fun but he was beginning to get tired of holding his strength back. He wanted a real fight. He knew Piccolo was trying to goad him into killing him. He had been in several battles where his opponents had used that ploy and he was bound and determined not to fall for it. He has learned the signs and tells. Piccolo was exhibiting the most obvious one. He was clearly tired but was pushing himself beyond his limits. Broly merely smiled even more at the thought. What the poor green fighter didn't know was that by wearing himself out he was making it easier for the other warrior to conquer him.
Suddenly, Broly stopped fighting.
This abrupt halt caught Piccolo off guard. He had to rebound in the middle of a flying kick, for his target had moved.
He landed almost in the same spot he had launched himself from. He looked around for his opponent, but the other fighter had vanished. Then a vise like grip snaked around his throat and latched on, the fingers indenting his skin.
" I really think it is wise that we stop playing these games. You are mine now. You must accept the inevitable. Your friends have abandoned you and you have nothing. Except me."
Despite the lack of oxygen Piccolo still managed to snarl a retort back.
" Get the hell away from me, you sadistic baka yarou. They will come back for me. They won't just leave me here," he choked.
" What's the fun in that? Like I said... Get used to it. You are mine to do what I wish with and to. Now, shut up or I will shut you up." Broly's voice had the rough edge of a growl to it.
" Go to hell, you sadistic fuck," Piccolo spat back.
Broly's face contorted and raised his hand. The last thing Piccolo remembered was an impact on the right side of his neck and then nothing.
Broly looked at the limp form in his hand. The chop had been enough to stun him but not to kill.
After all, he mused, why kill the toy before you are through playing with it. He hefted the green warrior and threw him over his shoulder and started walking toward his ship.
Entering it, he turned around and closed the ship's door. It hissed as it swung down vertically. He then turned left and walked down a small corridor and came to a closed door.
He punched in a code in the keypad and the door hissed open. A small berth lay before him. Gently he laid the warrior down and then exited the room. He came to the medical center of the ship and ordered a chemical from the computer. He grabbed a syringe and a vial. He filled the vial with the chemical, a sedative closely related to morphine, and injected the syringe into it. Pulling the plunger out, he quickly filled the syringe half way.
He put the syringe down and cleaned up. After he finished he left, syringe in hand.
Piccolo was starting to show signs of coming to as Broly walked in the door. He let out a low moan as the saiya jin silently stalked over towards him.
Broly took a minute to observe his captive. He gently touched one cheek and smiled as the downed warrior flinched away from the touch.
Piccolo started to move a little more. He could sense someone near him, but couldn't identify the ki signature in his state.
Then he felt a slight prick on the side of his neck. He tried to speak aloud to protest this but an invading numbness began to spread out from the spot.
As he sank again into the depths of oblivion he heard a voice speak. The tone was familiar and not at all friendly.
" Sleep, my captured one. For when we arrive home, you will need all of your energy for what I have planned."
Piccolo carried this quote with him as sleep finally defeated him.
Broly removed the empty syringe away from Piccolo's neck. The drug began to take effect almost immediately. He wanted no surprises from the warrior as he traveled to his new 'home'.
He left the room, locking the door again with a numerical code and proceeded to the bridge. He set the coordinates for his planet and leaned back to listen to the engines rumble as they lifted the ship off Earth...
" Forget every thing you have once known, Piccolo. The past is behind you. You must now embrace your future ...with me. "
He licked his lips in anticipation of the future.