Chapter 5
Lightning crashed down on to the unsuspecting earth, causing a deafening roar.
Like an angry beast it retreated Into It's celestial den and roared on, searching for it's intended victim. A stray bolt flamed across the sky, illuminating the stone structure situated in the midst of a tangled forest. A lone figure lay on a bed in one of the many rooms that were housed with In the dwelling. The eerie light illuminated the dark skin of the being. Thunder roared once more. Suddenly the eyes of the reclining figure snapped open. Though his eyes were open, his mind was not yet active. He gingerly got up and gazed around dizzily, his whole being reeling. His gaze finally made it to the window and the surrounding landscape. He hauled his tortured frame up and staggered towards the open casement. He blearily observed the surrounding terrain.
The sight sobered him almost instantly.
'Where in the name of seven hell's am I?'
The trees were the wrong color. Saffron boughs waved in the storm's breath. The grass was a normal green and the sky. It was blood red when the clouds parted enough for one to see the true color.
He shuddered as the memory of the past events crossed his racing mind.
"I am on another planet. But where and. . . how?" he whispered to himself.
He was so engrossed in trying to figure out his location that he missed the low moan of the door as it shuddered open. A large shadow blocked the warm light that spilled from its edges.
The intruder observed the standing figure with a smirk on his handsome face. Shifting ebony eyes pierced the surrounding air to light upon the other. He said nothing, not wanting to break the silence. Content to merely observe.
The ivory cape the window gazer wore whispered softly in the breeze created by the wind in the cool chamber, alternately shadowing and outlining the lithe frame it was attached to.
Broly silently stalked forward a single step, his boots hissing on the cold stone.
The slight sound was enough for the other warrior to catch with his sensitive hearing. The emerald fighter pivoted sharply to face the newcomer. For an instant, confusion ran rampant across his vulpine face, then realization took hold and anger followed.
His face screwed up in a mask of anger. Blazing eyes narrowed and his lithe frame contracted into a sturdy stance of defense.
"What are you doing here?" he spat, his voice low and soft with a deadly undertone to it.
Broly merely said nothing and smiled with unnatural glee in his dark eyes.
He tilted his head to the side and merely gazed at the being before him.
A low chuckle issued itself from deep in his throat.
"What am I doing here? I am home, obviously" he said with annoying self assurance.
The nameksei jin gazed back at him with a look of shock and suspicion. His own eyes widened softly in the eerie light that the storm was giving off.
"But, I am being a rude host. Welcome to Planet Crimsia. This is my humble abode and I trust your rooms are satisfactory?"
Piccolo merely glared back at his captor, hate radiating from his vibrant eyes.
"They are not. I wish to go home. My home! Not here. With you." he spat out that remark.
To his annoyance, Broly merely laughed in contempt. His face shifted back to that expression of delicious irony that he had originally wore.
"It is now." he spoke with a soft undertone to his deep voice. He watched the warrior for an overt reaction, but there was none.
Irritated that he was getting now reaction from the fighter, he spoke again.
"And, I do not see them here at all. Waiting to rescue you," the smile was obvious in his voice if not on his face.
The lean, slender body tensed up as this phrase burrowed its way into his mind and ate to his heart. Pain filled those fathomless depths that glared back at his captor. Piccolo bared his fangs at Broly as the saiya jin warrior merely glared back at him.
"You lie!" he spat, trying to cover the anguish that tore at his very core. "They will come! And when they do, you will be sorry that you had even tried this pathetic scheme of yours."
Broly threw his head back and howled in amusement. His sable locks taking on the appearance of perfect midnight. He laughed for sometime, finally quitting enough to speak to the infuriated being before him.
"Perhaps, but if they could not defeat me on earth, then how will they defeat me here, on home base, surround by my personal army? You, my dear koi, are living in a dream world and must be awakened."
His tone quieted till his voice sounded like muted thunder. "They are not coming for you."
Piccolo fairly quivered with anger. His first instinct was to attack this monster before him. But, past experience proved his ineffectualness against Broly. He would have to rely on wit alone.
Piccolo narrowed his eyes further. " They will come. I can't wait to them kick your sorry ass." He turned his back to the warrior.
Suddenly, he felt violent force dash into his unprotected ribs and sent him sprawling on his back.
He looked up, dazed.
Broly smirked back at him.
"As I said. If you are to stay with me then you will need to learn the rules. This is my home and you will obey my laws. Or you will be punished. You have already broken two rules. Rule one: Never turn your back to me while I am speaking to you. Rule two: Never disrespect me, in private or public. I will find out. And rule three: Never, ever disobey me. I will kill you."
Piccolo stared up at him in disbelief. He had to obey all this crap? No, he was a warrior! Not some piddling slave. He spat at Broly's feet with contempt.
"Fuck you."
Broly glared down at him. A hungry light began to burn in his ebony eyes. He licked his lips and with a swift motion held the emerald fighter's throat in a crushing grip.
He brought him up to meet him face to face.
He leaned in close and whispered into the struggling nameksei jin's ear.
"I think not."
The storm continued to rage in intensity and the trees seemed to shiver as a howl of pain echoed across the arboreal landscape. The animals inhabiting the forest ran for the safety of their den, not wanting to meet up with the cause of that howl.
On Earth..
Gohan grabbed the side of his head and screamed as he dropped out of Super Saiya jin 2 mode and landed on his knees in the desolate sand of the desert. His ebony locks quivered as his entire body shook to the internal pain only he felt.
He looked up to his father who was rushing towards him.
"Gohan!" His father stopped in front of him and dropped down to his knees to face his trembling son. " What happened?!"
His son clenched his entire frame as he lifted his head to meet his father's eyes.
Son Goku felt his breath catch in his throat as he observed his son's face.
Tears were streaming down his pale face, the pools of jet filled with incalculable pain and anguish.
"What is it, Gohan?" he asked yet again.
Gohan's voice had muted down to a bare whisper.
"Itís Piccolo-san, Dad! Somethingís happened to him!"
Lightning crashed down on to the unsuspecting earth, causing a deafening roar.
Like an angry beast it retreated Into It's celestial den and roared on, searching for it's intended victim. A stray bolt flamed across the sky, illuminating the stone structure situated in the midst of a tangled forest. A lone figure lay on a bed in one of the many rooms that were housed with In the dwelling. The eerie light illuminated the dark skin of the being. Thunder roared once more. Suddenly the eyes of the reclining figure snapped open. Though his eyes were open, his mind was not yet active. He gingerly got up and gazed around dizzily, his whole being reeling. His gaze finally made it to the window and the surrounding landscape. He hauled his tortured frame up and staggered towards the open casement. He blearily observed the surrounding terrain.
The sight sobered him almost instantly.
'Where in the name of seven hell's am I?'
The trees were the wrong color. Saffron boughs waved in the storm's breath. The grass was a normal green and the sky. It was blood red when the clouds parted enough for one to see the true color.
He shuddered as the memory of the past events crossed his racing mind.
"I am on another planet. But where and. . . how?" he whispered to himself.
He was so engrossed in trying to figure out his location that he missed the low moan of the door as it shuddered open. A large shadow blocked the warm light that spilled from its edges.
The intruder observed the standing figure with a smirk on his handsome face. Shifting ebony eyes pierced the surrounding air to light upon the other. He said nothing, not wanting to break the silence. Content to merely observe.
The ivory cape the window gazer wore whispered softly in the breeze created by the wind in the cool chamber, alternately shadowing and outlining the lithe frame it was attached to.
Broly silently stalked forward a single step, his boots hissing on the cold stone.
The slight sound was enough for the other warrior to catch with his sensitive hearing. The emerald fighter pivoted sharply to face the newcomer. For an instant, confusion ran rampant across his vulpine face, then realization took hold and anger followed.
His face screwed up in a mask of anger. Blazing eyes narrowed and his lithe frame contracted into a sturdy stance of defense.
"What are you doing here?" he spat, his voice low and soft with a deadly undertone to it.
Broly merely said nothing and smiled with unnatural glee in his dark eyes.
He tilted his head to the side and merely gazed at the being before him.
A low chuckle issued itself from deep in his throat.
"What am I doing here? I am home, obviously" he said with annoying self assurance.
The nameksei jin gazed back at him with a look of shock and suspicion. His own eyes widened softly in the eerie light that the storm was giving off.
"But, I am being a rude host. Welcome to Planet Crimsia. This is my humble abode and I trust your rooms are satisfactory?"
Piccolo merely glared back at his captor, hate radiating from his vibrant eyes.
"They are not. I wish to go home. My home! Not here. With you." he spat out that remark.
To his annoyance, Broly merely laughed in contempt. His face shifted back to that expression of delicious irony that he had originally wore.
"It is now." he spoke with a soft undertone to his deep voice. He watched the warrior for an overt reaction, but there was none.
Irritated that he was getting now reaction from the fighter, he spoke again.
"And, I do not see them here at all. Waiting to rescue you," the smile was obvious in his voice if not on his face.
The lean, slender body tensed up as this phrase burrowed its way into his mind and ate to his heart. Pain filled those fathomless depths that glared back at his captor. Piccolo bared his fangs at Broly as the saiya jin warrior merely glared back at him.
"You lie!" he spat, trying to cover the anguish that tore at his very core. "They will come! And when they do, you will be sorry that you had even tried this pathetic scheme of yours."
Broly threw his head back and howled in amusement. His sable locks taking on the appearance of perfect midnight. He laughed for sometime, finally quitting enough to speak to the infuriated being before him.
"Perhaps, but if they could not defeat me on earth, then how will they defeat me here, on home base, surround by my personal army? You, my dear koi, are living in a dream world and must be awakened."
His tone quieted till his voice sounded like muted thunder. "They are not coming for you."
Piccolo fairly quivered with anger. His first instinct was to attack this monster before him. But, past experience proved his ineffectualness against Broly. He would have to rely on wit alone.
Piccolo narrowed his eyes further. " They will come. I can't wait to them kick your sorry ass." He turned his back to the warrior.
Suddenly, he felt violent force dash into his unprotected ribs and sent him sprawling on his back.
He looked up, dazed.
Broly smirked back at him.
"As I said. If you are to stay with me then you will need to learn the rules. This is my home and you will obey my laws. Or you will be punished. You have already broken two rules. Rule one: Never turn your back to me while I am speaking to you. Rule two: Never disrespect me, in private or public. I will find out. And rule three: Never, ever disobey me. I will kill you."
Piccolo stared up at him in disbelief. He had to obey all this crap? No, he was a warrior! Not some piddling slave. He spat at Broly's feet with contempt.
"Fuck you."
Broly glared down at him. A hungry light began to burn in his ebony eyes. He licked his lips and with a swift motion held the emerald fighter's throat in a crushing grip.
He brought him up to meet him face to face.
He leaned in close and whispered into the struggling nameksei jin's ear.
"I think not."
The storm continued to rage in intensity and the trees seemed to shiver as a howl of pain echoed across the arboreal landscape. The animals inhabiting the forest ran for the safety of their den, not wanting to meet up with the cause of that howl.
On Earth..
Gohan grabbed the side of his head and screamed as he dropped out of Super Saiya jin 2 mode and landed on his knees in the desolate sand of the desert. His ebony locks quivered as his entire body shook to the internal pain only he felt.
He looked up to his father who was rushing towards him.
"Gohan!" His father stopped in front of him and dropped down to his knees to face his trembling son. " What happened?!"
His son clenched his entire frame as he lifted his head to meet his father's eyes.
Son Goku felt his breath catch in his throat as he observed his son's face.
Tears were streaming down his pale face, the pools of jet filled with incalculable pain and anguish.
"What is it, Gohan?" he asked yet again.
Gohan's voice had muted down to a bare whisper.
"Itís Piccolo-san, Dad! Somethingís happened to him!"