Before we begin I'd just like to announce the following:
Yes I am aware that:
-Bardock isn't a scientist (I thought he would be better suited to it in this story)
-Vegita did not kill Frieza (you will find out more about this out soon enough!)
-Goku did not die when he encountered Frieza (see above)
-Vegita does "like" Goku (I changed that because I like the love/hate thing going on between those two and it makes things more interesting).
Let us just say I DO KNOW MY DBZ FROM MY LEFT ARMPIT and that I have made certain. changes. You will find out why soon enough! Thank you, you may proceed.
1 Chapter 9: The Waiting.
Piccolo stood outside in the sunshine watching the others talk amongst themselves, or in the case of Vegita, mope about looking like a sour pineapple. Applor was having a childhood with Goten, having fun and pestering the adults like Videl and 'Uncle Tom'. Piccolo was pleased to note that the young Son even had Applor calling Tomatta by that ridiculous name now! To his left he could hear Krillin having a conversation with Gohan about being married, but Gohan just kept laughing at Krillin's bad puns and jokes. Over to the right, the women were again talking rapidly amongst themselves, and every so often one of them would look at one of the men and titter, or even worse, the whole group would burst out laughing. Fortunately, Piccolo noted with a grim smile, the mass laughter usually occurred when the glances were aimed at Vegita. He knew that the whole 'Telly Tubbies' incident last night was still strong in everybody's minds, and knew that Vegita hadn't forgiven Bulma for blurting it out. What Vegita didn't know was that after Chi-Chi broke the wine out, Bulma get a little bit tipsy and blurted out a lot of other Vegita secrets.
Piccolo chuckled to himself as he remembered some of them, then turned his attention to Dende. Ah yes, young Dende. How he had grown over the years since the Cell Games, and definitely since he first met the youngster on Namek. He could sense a potential then, and here it was. He was still young, granted, no older than Gohan, but he held great power and respect within the Z fighters. Possibly even with Vegita, but nobody was certain about anything about Vegita. Except for the Telly Tubbies. Oh, and the fluffy pink slippers and frilly dressing gown. Piccolo chided himself for allowing himself to grow less serious like that, he was a Namek Warrior, he should be focussed at all times.
It was the wait, that was what was doing this. Boredom whilst waiting for Goku to emerge so that he himself could go inside and train Applor. He was eager to train the young boy up, see how his large his potential really was.
Closing his eyes, Piccolo began to meditate there on the spot, focusing his energy on his body and allowing himself to accumulate it. He sat down in mid-air and crossed his legs, and soon he was hovering, silently except for the crackle of energy around him. He let the world around him drift away; the laughs of Goten and Applor, the groans of Tomatta as the kids pestered him, the quick conversation of the girls, Vegita's heavy breathing and snorting, the laughing of Gohan and the complaints, bad jokes and sighs of Krillin. Pretty soon, he was one with himself, and everything else was behind him, in the inky blackness that encompassed his mind and allowed him to float freely through his consciousness and explore his power. Perhaps he should instruct Applor to do this? No, he thought, there will be time for this inside the Chamber when we train. Though, admittedly, not much. His combat skills must become adequate enough so that if Brolli singles him out, he will not be immediately destroyed.
"Let's just hope it never comes to that!" Piccolo hoped. The sound of footsteps caused him to turn his head to the side and he watched as Vegita paced up and down across the floor of the Lookout. Piccolo sighed and shook his head.
"Vegita, you've got another few days left yet, so I don't know why you're pacing up and down like that." Piccolo said without looking at the anxious Prince. "You're better off taking Cukumbri to the gravity room and training her up there whilst you wait." Piccolo heard Vegita's pacing stop, then heard his piercing voice cut across the distance between them.
"For once Namek, you're right!" Vegita turned, scanning the groups of people until he found the Saiyan woman. He pointed a finger, narrowed his eyes and growled at her. "You, Woman! Come here!" Slowly, Cukumbri broke away from the other women and headed slowly towards Vegita nervously, and stopped several paces in front of him, hesitating, thinking whether she should bow or curtsy or not. In the end she just remained there, standing tall and proud without expression on her face.
"Since we have several days wait before we get our shot in the Chamber, I have decided," Vegita gave Piccolo a quick side-long glance before continuing, "that we begin our training in a gravity-increasing device." Cukumbri nodded. "She's doing this on purpose!" Vegita thought, "staying perfectly still just to get up my nose!" Vegita's eyebrow twitched. "Well, I won't let her get up my nose!" Vegita looked up at the tall woman then turned his back on her with a grin on his face. "If you don't want to come along, if you'd prefer to chit-chat with your pathetic little friends then I'd understand." He sneered, using the same reverse psychology that he used when he wanted Trunks to do something that the brat didn't want to do, like train or eat his vegetables.
"Hah! You think I'm weak? I'll show you power, little man!" Cukumbri replied unexpectedly. Vegita's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as the words she had uttered reached his brain. And to make matters worse, he couldn't help but notice the guffaws of laughter that burst from Piccolo!
"Hmmph, yes well!" Vegita sneered, managing to get a grip, "We'll see who is the weak one when we train. Come on, woman! Let's not waste any more time!" Cukumbri watched as Vegita strolled casually to the edge of the Lookout and just stepped off into this air, and ran to the edge with a gasp. She looked down and nearly jumped out of her skin when his black, spikey head popped up from below and he hung in the air waiting on her.
"Are you coming or not!" He snapped irritably and turned and flew off in the direction of Capsule Corporation. Cukumbri leaped gracefully and charged up before charging after him, shouting on him to wait up.
Brolli landed on the skyscraper roof hard, his feet biting into the paved top and sending cracks radiating out. Several tourist-looking types turned with a gasp, some raising cameras and taking photographs, muttering that it must be part of the tour. Brolli took a look at them, but said nothing, merely ignoring them as the wind whipped his kilt around his legs and the green-blue locks of hair on his head. He took several paces forward and stood at the edge of the roof, looking out at the cityscape beneath him, traffic blurring away, lights leaving blurred lines of colour in the twilight, and the buildings that grew smaller the farther out they were. Lights began appearing on the shadow-side of the city, those buildings that were in the shadows of others and received no illumination from the sun.
Brolli lifted a gargantuan hand and rested it lightly on the metal safety grill in front of him, the steel groaning and twisting to the sheer weight of the hand. Looking across this vast suburban jungle, Brolli saw more and more lights flickering into life as the sun set deeper into the horizon, and then watched the neon lights of adverts and night club signs burn into the semi-darkness of the city. Brolli smiled, and thought about all this. It was beautiful, in its own way, but this wasn't for him. This wasn't what a Saiyan needs; this isn't what a Saiyan wants!
"I need battle," the brute thought and brought his hand from the grating, his piercing gaze drifting out into that dark sea of light.
His thoughts were interrupted by the approach of one of those pathetic humans, and then the feel of a hand tugging at his kilt. He turned and looked down at a man, holding a camera, with a hand-full of the blood-red fabric that made up his kilt, and he shot the man a dark glare. The tourist released the kilt and averted his gaze to the floor.
"Excuse me, sir. but my wife was wondering if we could have a photograph of you?" the man stuttered, still looking away from Brolli's powerful gaze. The Saiyan smiled and reached out, ripping the camera from the man, who yelped with pain as the holding sling wrapped around the man's body snapped with the gentlest of tugs. Brolli held the device up and looked at it inquisitively, then tossed it to the floor, where it shattered into a thousand pieces and left a small impact crated. The man shielded his down- turned eyes from the pieces of flying debris made up from the fragments of plastic from the camera and several pieces of chipped stone that had been shot upwards by the force of the blow. When he looked up, the man was furious.
"You idiot! Do you realise how much that camera cost!" he screamed, vibrating with the sort of rage that Brolli had only seen on Vegita. The powerful man almost expected the tourist's hair to flash golden. "Are you fucking stupid or something? Are you a psycho!" came the second barrage. Brolli grinned. "I'll tell you what you are! You're fucking insane!" the man screamed, fists clenched tightly.
Brolli lost the grin and pulled himself up to his full height, ayes narrowing and the scarlet jewel on his headband glowing softly.
Piccolo opened his eyes. Vegita and Cukumbri had been gone for nearly and hour now, they were undoubtedly at the Capsule Corporation headquarters by now. He unfolded his body and stood on the floor, then turned to his left and waited on the reason why he had slipped out of the trance. Then, as he had sensed it, there came two white streaks in the sky, small for now, but steadily growing stronger.
Krillin moved forward, aware of what Piccolo has just sensed and stood by the Namek's side, waiting with his old friend. Then there was the patter of small feet at as Goten arrived, Applor following shortly after.
"What is it, master piccolo?" Applor asked, and Piccolo forces himself to suppress the smile.
"Two old friends, they're heading this way," replied Piccolo evenly. Krillin smiled in excitement, he'd had a feeling it was them, but he wasn't sure, but now he knew! They stood and watched, waiting for the two to come closer so they could be greeted as the friends that they were. Then, when there were in range, Krillin threw up a hand a waved, grinning outrageously, and was elated when one of the others waved back. Shortly afterwards, the two landed on the Lookout softly and stood facing Krillin, Goten and Piccolo, and gave Applor a puzzling look. The black-haired one popped a thumb in his direction.
"Hey guys, who's this little dude, and who're all the others?" Yamcha asked casually. Piccolo placed a green, clawed hand on the boy's head.
"This is Applor," the Namek said, then nodded across the Lookout, "that's his mother over there with 18 and Videl, a Saiyan called Fru."
"Woah! More Saiyans?" Tien asked, his three eyes blinking with surprise. Krillin nodded.
"Yeah, and you guys will never guess who that big one is over there!" the small Earthling said gesturing to Tomatta. Both Tien and Yamcha looked over their shoulders, the three-eyed alien's jaw dropped and the human whistled.
"Boy, sure looks like a big fellah. By the size of him, I'd have to guess that he's half Saiyan, half tank!" Yamcha said loudly. Krillin, Tien and Goten laughed, but Tomatta looked over to them as he heard, his long black hair swaying back and forth with the momentum. Yamcha and Tien snapped their heads back around quickly to face the others, this only raised Tomatta's curiosity even more. Krillin stopped laughing.
"Same the still old Yamcha! Anyway, that guy claims to be Goku's cousin!" Krillin exclaimed.
"What!" the two freshly-arrived Z Fighters asked, giving each other surprised glances before turning around to get a view full of clothing. Slowly they turned their gaze upwards and into the calm face of Tomatta. Now that they saw him close up, he sure did have a Raditz-like quality about his features.
"Are these friends of your, Krillin?" Tomatta asked, avoiding the gazes of Tien and Yamcha as they studied him up and down. Krillin looked up at Mount Tomatta and nodded.
"Yup, sure are. Tomatta, I'd like you to introduce you to Yamcha."
"Hi."
".and Tien." Krillin finished.
"Hello." Tomatta looked down at the two Z Fighters and then back up to Krillin, then once again back to Yamcha and Tien.
"Uh-huh. Okay, pleased to meet you, I guess." Tomatta said hesitantly. Tien and Yamcha exchanged relieved looks, both thinking along the lines of: "I'm glad this one doesn't act like Raditz!"
"So what's brought you guys to the Lookout? I haven't seen you guys for ages!" Krillin said excitedly. Yamcha looked down at Krillin.
"We heard the news and we came straight here." He replied. Both Krillin and Piccolo looked puzzled.
"What news?" asked Piccolo, brow furrowed. Tien gave Yamcha a quick glance.
"You mean you haven't heard?" Tien asked, voice full of surprise. Krillin shook his head.
"No, we haven't," answered the Namek again.
"Well, jeez, it's been pretty high priority on the TV," said Yamcha
"This place doesn't have a TV!" Piccolo shot back him. The Earthling took a step back.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" said Yamcha quickly. There was a pause as Piccolo gazed expectantly at Yamcha, and then Tien.
"Well?" he asked eventually, his patience running low. Yamcha jerked as he realised.
"Oh! Well, um. Crest City has been destroyed. I mean totally! There's nothing left but a crater where the city used to be!" Piccolo's eyes widened with shock as Yamcha explained the news, how there was no sign of any sort of weapon and how scientists thought it was some sort of secret new weapon as powerful as a nuke but which left no after-affects. When Yamcha grew silent, Piccolo narrowed his eyes in anger and clenched his fists tight.
"This has got to be Brolli's work!" he said, spitting the name of the insane Saiyan. Beside him, Krillin nodded and the others' eyes went wide.
"Brolli's here? Now! Man, does Goku and Gohan know?" Tien demanded. Piccolo nodded.
"Goku's inside the Time Chamber training with Trunks, and I think Gohan is training alone for now, waiting on his father to finish," the Namek explained.
"I guessed you guys were up here for a reason," Yamcha said knowingly. Piccolo nodded and sighed.
"You can count on this as being only the beginning."
Brolli's mouth twitched as his arm shot out and grasped this little upstart by the throat and picked him up effortlessly. The man hung in the hair, legs flailing uselessly and desperately clawing at the gargantuan Saiyan's hands in a vain effort to escape.
"I AM NOT INSANE!" Brolli roared into the terrified tourist's face, and then turned and, with one blurring movement, brought his arm around in an arc and dragged the man's face through the wire mesh safety cage that lined the rooftop. He screamed as chucks of flesh were ripped from his face by the jagged edges of metal that were snapping against his bone. Then his face left the mesh and the huge hand let its grip of his throat go, but that just left the tourist careering through the air. He yelled in pain as his face smashed off another stretch of mesh and he rebounded backwards, putting his arms out behind him to support himself. He felt something move behind him and then a gold blur caught him in the gut, and he went sailing backwards and straight through the wall behind him that housed the large stairwell leading to and from the roof. As he crashed back out of the stair house and landed heavily against another piece of mesh, the sounds of screams flooded into his ears. The tourist looked right shakily and saw his wife hurrying towards him. He dropped to his knees and stared hazily at her before sagging down, his forehead bouncing off the roof floor. He felt hands reach for him, and a scream that ended abruptly with the sound of a slap, and again he was being hosted up by the throat.
Brolli once again had the tourist at arm's length and, when the man opened his eyes, he smiled. The tourist's eyes darted back and forth in their sockets, then finally came to rest on the form of his wife's body, lying on the floor and shuddering as she tried to pick her self up after the brute's smack had sent her flying backwards.
"You bastard!" the man croaked, impeded by Brolli's tightening grip on his throat and the blood he could feel welling up in his chest; the blow through the thick concrete walls had crushed a lung badly. Brolli smiled even more and then moved suddenly. The next few events happened in a blur, but this is what took place:
First, Brolli released the grip on the tourist's throat. Then, as the man hung in the air momentarily, he curled the hand into a fist and reared the arm back, fist still pointing towards the tourist who had dropped no more than a centimetre. Next, Brolli yelled and his eyes flared turquoise for just a brief moment before the arm propelled the fist in the direction of the tourist's chest. The fist connecting with a sharp crunch which dulled to the soft 'thud' sound that you get when you punch a leather chair or pillow. The tourist had no time to react as he was slammed backwards through the strong steal mesh and through the transparisteel glass behind it and then fell tumbling through the air before smashing through the thick outside wall of the twin building a hundred metres away. He then kept on falling to his demise after being shot through the other side of the tower, ploughing through several building on his decent to the ground.
Brolli turned around and looked about the assembled people on the roof as dust settled around the tower behind him. From below there came the sound of wailing car horns and screams, audible even this far up. The crowd backed away uneasily, fear clear on their faces in the bright light from the lamps of the roof. Brolli turned to the movement to his right just in time for the palm to slap across his cheek, the sound ringing out across the roof. Brolli paused for a second, shocked that one of these humans would dare strike him, but cleared his mind of such thoughts as the same hand came across for a back-hand swipe. Brolli brought his arm up with an almost-leisurely attitude and tightened his grip on the hand before it was anywhere near his face. Then another scream, a scream of agony, pierced the night as Brolli crushed the bones in the woman's hand, then let go; letting her double up on the floor. As she dropped, Brolli brought a foot lashing out which caught her in the jaw sending her crashing back over, much faster than her husband, and she hit through the wire mesh and window much harder. The scream dropped in a Doppler effect as she fell away from the roof of the tower and down towards the ground, where the scream suddenly stopped.
As one, the assembled crowd across the rooftop turned and fled down the stairwell, getting as far away from the creature as he could, leaving him standing alone on the roof, grinning hideously into the night.
"Surely you don't think you can escape that easily!" he shouted, taking off from the roof, the blast of his energy so strong that the top story was shredded with the force, leaving the fragments of concrete and twisted metal to fall to the ground below. Brolli rose about thirty metres into the air and hovered, looking down at the ragged sight of the destroyed tower roof, still grinning. He reached a hand backwards, fingers splayed as if the Saiyan were holding an invisible ball, then the jewel on his forehead blinked as energy shone through it momentarily and a brilliant turquoise ball of energy appeared in the open hand. He spun the arm around and down and hurled the ball downward, sending it hurtling through the centre of the building. As the ball thundered down through the centre of the building, the walls and windows of the tower exploded outwards, marking the ki- blast's passage. Brolli chuckled loudly, his chest heaving as he watched the fiery explosions cascade away from him before finally a final, larger larger, blast took out the whole ground floor. Brolli smiled with anticipation; the carnage, the bloodshed, the destruction!
As the first tower collapsed away, Brolli turned his attention to the twin tower only a hundred yards away from the now falling first tower. As smoke and dust rose in the wake of the collapsing structure, Brolli peppered the next tower's facing wall with small ki-blasts, watching the windows and walls erupt with the explosions, and watched with fascination as the fragments of building tore apart the smaller towers around them.
Brolli grew bored of his new game and finished amusing himself by sending a single large blast of turquoise energy straight through the building and through any subsequent building behind that just happened to be in the flight path of this green energy missile. With the agonised scream of twisting metal, the second tower began to collapse, pieces of debris and detritus falling away as the whole building collapse din on itself before thundering to the ground, spilling out thick clouds of ash, dust and materials across the whole city, along with that of the first tower.
Laughing hysterically at what he had done, Brolli lunged higher into the sky, clearing the billowing inferno of dust so he could watch as the thick grey cloud spread across the city, smouldering people as they wondered what had just transpired that night, wondering what it had been that had drastically altered their city's skyline. With just a single glance at the carnage, Brolli powered up and sped away, laughing uncontrollably.
Piccolo's senses panged with the sudden realisation of a high power level, and then he dropped to the floor with a look of agony on his face, clutching his temples. Krillin yelped a she saw his friend go down and crouched down, holding him supportively.
"Piccolo! What's wrong!" He shouted as the Namek growled in pain.
"It's. It's Brolli! He's powered up, it's to. to intense!" Piccolo shouted, trying to make himself heard over his own screaming mind. Krillin gave a worried look to Tien and Yamcha, as Tomatta looked about.
"I am still amazed at how you can detect power levels," the tall Saiyan said, unheard as the others were busy with Piccolo.
"Ignore it! Ignore the power!" Yamcha shouted, then his own head started to throb as he caught a short glimpse of Brolli's power with his mind. He staggered and almost fell, but Tien was there to catch him.
"Woah there, buddy, I've got ya," said Tien, putting a strong arm around Yamcha to keep him up. Krillin looked from Yamcha to Piccolo and opened his mouth to speak, but never got the chance. The blast of Brolli's power level sent him to his knees as he folded up in pain, fingers clawing at his own head. Tien watched in horror and then, to his own greater horror, he collapsed in pain, his mind and senses screaming.
Then suddenly, just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished leaving the four fighters kneeling on the floor, breathing heavily. Yamcha and Tien were the first to their feet, each man helping the other up.
"Man, have you ever felt anything like it!" Yamcha exclaimed as the buzzing went from his ears. Krillin groaned and stood up then shook his head free of that feeling of intense pressure inside his skull. Piccolo slowly unfolded upwards and stood there, looking intensely out over the billowing clouds to the horizon far off across the world.
"Yes, I have," he said simply. He turned as he heard Goten run towards them. A look of excitement on his face.
"Did you feel it! Did you feel it!" he shouted s he skidded to a halt in front of Piccolo. The Namek looked down and grimaced.
"Yeah, kid we sure did."
"Was it Brolli?" Goten piped. The others looked around, except Tomatta who had a look of concentration on his large features.
"You're damn straight it was Brolli!" Yamcha said, clenching a fist. "Man, if he were here right now, I'd show him a thing or two!" Piccolo spun around and looked at him.
"Yeah, you'd show him just how stupid you really are. Listen, this guy is infinitely stronger than Cell! You know we barely escaped with our lives when Brolli attacked the last time!" Piccolo shouted. Yamcha fell silent and looked at the floor; he knew Piccolo was right and felt enraged at himself that he couldn't do anything to stop this bastard. He lookde up and nearly died with shock at Goten's next statement.
"He doesn't feel all that tough to me!" the youngster exclaimed. Piccolo slowly turned his head and looked down.
"Just you wait, Kid, just you wait." Piccolo said. "That was just the tiniest fraction of what Brolli's true power!"
With Brolli out and about in the Earth's cities destroying buildings and butchering innocent civilians, will the Z Fighters have the luxury of the chance to train before time runs out! At this rate, the Earth's major cities will be smoking remains by the time Goten has had a chance to test himself inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. And with the sheer force of Brolli's power level forcing the guys to their knees, do they stand a chance against the Saiyan juggernaut? Find out next time on. TOTAL WAR!!
Yes I am aware that:
-Bardock isn't a scientist (I thought he would be better suited to it in this story)
-Vegita did not kill Frieza (you will find out more about this out soon enough!)
-Goku did not die when he encountered Frieza (see above)
-Vegita does "like" Goku (I changed that because I like the love/hate thing going on between those two and it makes things more interesting).
Let us just say I DO KNOW MY DBZ FROM MY LEFT ARMPIT and that I have made certain. changes. You will find out why soon enough! Thank you, you may proceed.
1 Chapter 9: The Waiting.
Piccolo stood outside in the sunshine watching the others talk amongst themselves, or in the case of Vegita, mope about looking like a sour pineapple. Applor was having a childhood with Goten, having fun and pestering the adults like Videl and 'Uncle Tom'. Piccolo was pleased to note that the young Son even had Applor calling Tomatta by that ridiculous name now! To his left he could hear Krillin having a conversation with Gohan about being married, but Gohan just kept laughing at Krillin's bad puns and jokes. Over to the right, the women were again talking rapidly amongst themselves, and every so often one of them would look at one of the men and titter, or even worse, the whole group would burst out laughing. Fortunately, Piccolo noted with a grim smile, the mass laughter usually occurred when the glances were aimed at Vegita. He knew that the whole 'Telly Tubbies' incident last night was still strong in everybody's minds, and knew that Vegita hadn't forgiven Bulma for blurting it out. What Vegita didn't know was that after Chi-Chi broke the wine out, Bulma get a little bit tipsy and blurted out a lot of other Vegita secrets.
Piccolo chuckled to himself as he remembered some of them, then turned his attention to Dende. Ah yes, young Dende. How he had grown over the years since the Cell Games, and definitely since he first met the youngster on Namek. He could sense a potential then, and here it was. He was still young, granted, no older than Gohan, but he held great power and respect within the Z fighters. Possibly even with Vegita, but nobody was certain about anything about Vegita. Except for the Telly Tubbies. Oh, and the fluffy pink slippers and frilly dressing gown. Piccolo chided himself for allowing himself to grow less serious like that, he was a Namek Warrior, he should be focussed at all times.
It was the wait, that was what was doing this. Boredom whilst waiting for Goku to emerge so that he himself could go inside and train Applor. He was eager to train the young boy up, see how his large his potential really was.
Closing his eyes, Piccolo began to meditate there on the spot, focusing his energy on his body and allowing himself to accumulate it. He sat down in mid-air and crossed his legs, and soon he was hovering, silently except for the crackle of energy around him. He let the world around him drift away; the laughs of Goten and Applor, the groans of Tomatta as the kids pestered him, the quick conversation of the girls, Vegita's heavy breathing and snorting, the laughing of Gohan and the complaints, bad jokes and sighs of Krillin. Pretty soon, he was one with himself, and everything else was behind him, in the inky blackness that encompassed his mind and allowed him to float freely through his consciousness and explore his power. Perhaps he should instruct Applor to do this? No, he thought, there will be time for this inside the Chamber when we train. Though, admittedly, not much. His combat skills must become adequate enough so that if Brolli singles him out, he will not be immediately destroyed.
"Let's just hope it never comes to that!" Piccolo hoped. The sound of footsteps caused him to turn his head to the side and he watched as Vegita paced up and down across the floor of the Lookout. Piccolo sighed and shook his head.
"Vegita, you've got another few days left yet, so I don't know why you're pacing up and down like that." Piccolo said without looking at the anxious Prince. "You're better off taking Cukumbri to the gravity room and training her up there whilst you wait." Piccolo heard Vegita's pacing stop, then heard his piercing voice cut across the distance between them.
"For once Namek, you're right!" Vegita turned, scanning the groups of people until he found the Saiyan woman. He pointed a finger, narrowed his eyes and growled at her. "You, Woman! Come here!" Slowly, Cukumbri broke away from the other women and headed slowly towards Vegita nervously, and stopped several paces in front of him, hesitating, thinking whether she should bow or curtsy or not. In the end she just remained there, standing tall and proud without expression on her face.
"Since we have several days wait before we get our shot in the Chamber, I have decided," Vegita gave Piccolo a quick side-long glance before continuing, "that we begin our training in a gravity-increasing device." Cukumbri nodded. "She's doing this on purpose!" Vegita thought, "staying perfectly still just to get up my nose!" Vegita's eyebrow twitched. "Well, I won't let her get up my nose!" Vegita looked up at the tall woman then turned his back on her with a grin on his face. "If you don't want to come along, if you'd prefer to chit-chat with your pathetic little friends then I'd understand." He sneered, using the same reverse psychology that he used when he wanted Trunks to do something that the brat didn't want to do, like train or eat his vegetables.
"Hah! You think I'm weak? I'll show you power, little man!" Cukumbri replied unexpectedly. Vegita's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as the words she had uttered reached his brain. And to make matters worse, he couldn't help but notice the guffaws of laughter that burst from Piccolo!
"Hmmph, yes well!" Vegita sneered, managing to get a grip, "We'll see who is the weak one when we train. Come on, woman! Let's not waste any more time!" Cukumbri watched as Vegita strolled casually to the edge of the Lookout and just stepped off into this air, and ran to the edge with a gasp. She looked down and nearly jumped out of her skin when his black, spikey head popped up from below and he hung in the air waiting on her.
"Are you coming or not!" He snapped irritably and turned and flew off in the direction of Capsule Corporation. Cukumbri leaped gracefully and charged up before charging after him, shouting on him to wait up.
Brolli landed on the skyscraper roof hard, his feet biting into the paved top and sending cracks radiating out. Several tourist-looking types turned with a gasp, some raising cameras and taking photographs, muttering that it must be part of the tour. Brolli took a look at them, but said nothing, merely ignoring them as the wind whipped his kilt around his legs and the green-blue locks of hair on his head. He took several paces forward and stood at the edge of the roof, looking out at the cityscape beneath him, traffic blurring away, lights leaving blurred lines of colour in the twilight, and the buildings that grew smaller the farther out they were. Lights began appearing on the shadow-side of the city, those buildings that were in the shadows of others and received no illumination from the sun.
Brolli lifted a gargantuan hand and rested it lightly on the metal safety grill in front of him, the steel groaning and twisting to the sheer weight of the hand. Looking across this vast suburban jungle, Brolli saw more and more lights flickering into life as the sun set deeper into the horizon, and then watched the neon lights of adverts and night club signs burn into the semi-darkness of the city. Brolli smiled, and thought about all this. It was beautiful, in its own way, but this wasn't for him. This wasn't what a Saiyan needs; this isn't what a Saiyan wants!
"I need battle," the brute thought and brought his hand from the grating, his piercing gaze drifting out into that dark sea of light.
His thoughts were interrupted by the approach of one of those pathetic humans, and then the feel of a hand tugging at his kilt. He turned and looked down at a man, holding a camera, with a hand-full of the blood-red fabric that made up his kilt, and he shot the man a dark glare. The tourist released the kilt and averted his gaze to the floor.
"Excuse me, sir. but my wife was wondering if we could have a photograph of you?" the man stuttered, still looking away from Brolli's powerful gaze. The Saiyan smiled and reached out, ripping the camera from the man, who yelped with pain as the holding sling wrapped around the man's body snapped with the gentlest of tugs. Brolli held the device up and looked at it inquisitively, then tossed it to the floor, where it shattered into a thousand pieces and left a small impact crated. The man shielded his down- turned eyes from the pieces of flying debris made up from the fragments of plastic from the camera and several pieces of chipped stone that had been shot upwards by the force of the blow. When he looked up, the man was furious.
"You idiot! Do you realise how much that camera cost!" he screamed, vibrating with the sort of rage that Brolli had only seen on Vegita. The powerful man almost expected the tourist's hair to flash golden. "Are you fucking stupid or something? Are you a psycho!" came the second barrage. Brolli grinned. "I'll tell you what you are! You're fucking insane!" the man screamed, fists clenched tightly.
Brolli lost the grin and pulled himself up to his full height, ayes narrowing and the scarlet jewel on his headband glowing softly.
Piccolo opened his eyes. Vegita and Cukumbri had been gone for nearly and hour now, they were undoubtedly at the Capsule Corporation headquarters by now. He unfolded his body and stood on the floor, then turned to his left and waited on the reason why he had slipped out of the trance. Then, as he had sensed it, there came two white streaks in the sky, small for now, but steadily growing stronger.
Krillin moved forward, aware of what Piccolo has just sensed and stood by the Namek's side, waiting with his old friend. Then there was the patter of small feet at as Goten arrived, Applor following shortly after.
"What is it, master piccolo?" Applor asked, and Piccolo forces himself to suppress the smile.
"Two old friends, they're heading this way," replied Piccolo evenly. Krillin smiled in excitement, he'd had a feeling it was them, but he wasn't sure, but now he knew! They stood and watched, waiting for the two to come closer so they could be greeted as the friends that they were. Then, when there were in range, Krillin threw up a hand a waved, grinning outrageously, and was elated when one of the others waved back. Shortly afterwards, the two landed on the Lookout softly and stood facing Krillin, Goten and Piccolo, and gave Applor a puzzling look. The black-haired one popped a thumb in his direction.
"Hey guys, who's this little dude, and who're all the others?" Yamcha asked casually. Piccolo placed a green, clawed hand on the boy's head.
"This is Applor," the Namek said, then nodded across the Lookout, "that's his mother over there with 18 and Videl, a Saiyan called Fru."
"Woah! More Saiyans?" Tien asked, his three eyes blinking with surprise. Krillin nodded.
"Yeah, and you guys will never guess who that big one is over there!" the small Earthling said gesturing to Tomatta. Both Tien and Yamcha looked over their shoulders, the three-eyed alien's jaw dropped and the human whistled.
"Boy, sure looks like a big fellah. By the size of him, I'd have to guess that he's half Saiyan, half tank!" Yamcha said loudly. Krillin, Tien and Goten laughed, but Tomatta looked over to them as he heard, his long black hair swaying back and forth with the momentum. Yamcha and Tien snapped their heads back around quickly to face the others, this only raised Tomatta's curiosity even more. Krillin stopped laughing.
"Same the still old Yamcha! Anyway, that guy claims to be Goku's cousin!" Krillin exclaimed.
"What!" the two freshly-arrived Z Fighters asked, giving each other surprised glances before turning around to get a view full of clothing. Slowly they turned their gaze upwards and into the calm face of Tomatta. Now that they saw him close up, he sure did have a Raditz-like quality about his features.
"Are these friends of your, Krillin?" Tomatta asked, avoiding the gazes of Tien and Yamcha as they studied him up and down. Krillin looked up at Mount Tomatta and nodded.
"Yup, sure are. Tomatta, I'd like you to introduce you to Yamcha."
"Hi."
".and Tien." Krillin finished.
"Hello." Tomatta looked down at the two Z Fighters and then back up to Krillin, then once again back to Yamcha and Tien.
"Uh-huh. Okay, pleased to meet you, I guess." Tomatta said hesitantly. Tien and Yamcha exchanged relieved looks, both thinking along the lines of: "I'm glad this one doesn't act like Raditz!"
"So what's brought you guys to the Lookout? I haven't seen you guys for ages!" Krillin said excitedly. Yamcha looked down at Krillin.
"We heard the news and we came straight here." He replied. Both Krillin and Piccolo looked puzzled.
"What news?" asked Piccolo, brow furrowed. Tien gave Yamcha a quick glance.
"You mean you haven't heard?" Tien asked, voice full of surprise. Krillin shook his head.
"No, we haven't," answered the Namek again.
"Well, jeez, it's been pretty high priority on the TV," said Yamcha
"This place doesn't have a TV!" Piccolo shot back him. The Earthling took a step back.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" said Yamcha quickly. There was a pause as Piccolo gazed expectantly at Yamcha, and then Tien.
"Well?" he asked eventually, his patience running low. Yamcha jerked as he realised.
"Oh! Well, um. Crest City has been destroyed. I mean totally! There's nothing left but a crater where the city used to be!" Piccolo's eyes widened with shock as Yamcha explained the news, how there was no sign of any sort of weapon and how scientists thought it was some sort of secret new weapon as powerful as a nuke but which left no after-affects. When Yamcha grew silent, Piccolo narrowed his eyes in anger and clenched his fists tight.
"This has got to be Brolli's work!" he said, spitting the name of the insane Saiyan. Beside him, Krillin nodded and the others' eyes went wide.
"Brolli's here? Now! Man, does Goku and Gohan know?" Tien demanded. Piccolo nodded.
"Goku's inside the Time Chamber training with Trunks, and I think Gohan is training alone for now, waiting on his father to finish," the Namek explained.
"I guessed you guys were up here for a reason," Yamcha said knowingly. Piccolo nodded and sighed.
"You can count on this as being only the beginning."
Brolli's mouth twitched as his arm shot out and grasped this little upstart by the throat and picked him up effortlessly. The man hung in the hair, legs flailing uselessly and desperately clawing at the gargantuan Saiyan's hands in a vain effort to escape.
"I AM NOT INSANE!" Brolli roared into the terrified tourist's face, and then turned and, with one blurring movement, brought his arm around in an arc and dragged the man's face through the wire mesh safety cage that lined the rooftop. He screamed as chucks of flesh were ripped from his face by the jagged edges of metal that were snapping against his bone. Then his face left the mesh and the huge hand let its grip of his throat go, but that just left the tourist careering through the air. He yelled in pain as his face smashed off another stretch of mesh and he rebounded backwards, putting his arms out behind him to support himself. He felt something move behind him and then a gold blur caught him in the gut, and he went sailing backwards and straight through the wall behind him that housed the large stairwell leading to and from the roof. As he crashed back out of the stair house and landed heavily against another piece of mesh, the sounds of screams flooded into his ears. The tourist looked right shakily and saw his wife hurrying towards him. He dropped to his knees and stared hazily at her before sagging down, his forehead bouncing off the roof floor. He felt hands reach for him, and a scream that ended abruptly with the sound of a slap, and again he was being hosted up by the throat.
Brolli once again had the tourist at arm's length and, when the man opened his eyes, he smiled. The tourist's eyes darted back and forth in their sockets, then finally came to rest on the form of his wife's body, lying on the floor and shuddering as she tried to pick her self up after the brute's smack had sent her flying backwards.
"You bastard!" the man croaked, impeded by Brolli's tightening grip on his throat and the blood he could feel welling up in his chest; the blow through the thick concrete walls had crushed a lung badly. Brolli smiled even more and then moved suddenly. The next few events happened in a blur, but this is what took place:
First, Brolli released the grip on the tourist's throat. Then, as the man hung in the air momentarily, he curled the hand into a fist and reared the arm back, fist still pointing towards the tourist who had dropped no more than a centimetre. Next, Brolli yelled and his eyes flared turquoise for just a brief moment before the arm propelled the fist in the direction of the tourist's chest. The fist connecting with a sharp crunch which dulled to the soft 'thud' sound that you get when you punch a leather chair or pillow. The tourist had no time to react as he was slammed backwards through the strong steal mesh and through the transparisteel glass behind it and then fell tumbling through the air before smashing through the thick outside wall of the twin building a hundred metres away. He then kept on falling to his demise after being shot through the other side of the tower, ploughing through several building on his decent to the ground.
Brolli turned around and looked about the assembled people on the roof as dust settled around the tower behind him. From below there came the sound of wailing car horns and screams, audible even this far up. The crowd backed away uneasily, fear clear on their faces in the bright light from the lamps of the roof. Brolli turned to the movement to his right just in time for the palm to slap across his cheek, the sound ringing out across the roof. Brolli paused for a second, shocked that one of these humans would dare strike him, but cleared his mind of such thoughts as the same hand came across for a back-hand swipe. Brolli brought his arm up with an almost-leisurely attitude and tightened his grip on the hand before it was anywhere near his face. Then another scream, a scream of agony, pierced the night as Brolli crushed the bones in the woman's hand, then let go; letting her double up on the floor. As she dropped, Brolli brought a foot lashing out which caught her in the jaw sending her crashing back over, much faster than her husband, and she hit through the wire mesh and window much harder. The scream dropped in a Doppler effect as she fell away from the roof of the tower and down towards the ground, where the scream suddenly stopped.
As one, the assembled crowd across the rooftop turned and fled down the stairwell, getting as far away from the creature as he could, leaving him standing alone on the roof, grinning hideously into the night.
"Surely you don't think you can escape that easily!" he shouted, taking off from the roof, the blast of his energy so strong that the top story was shredded with the force, leaving the fragments of concrete and twisted metal to fall to the ground below. Brolli rose about thirty metres into the air and hovered, looking down at the ragged sight of the destroyed tower roof, still grinning. He reached a hand backwards, fingers splayed as if the Saiyan were holding an invisible ball, then the jewel on his forehead blinked as energy shone through it momentarily and a brilliant turquoise ball of energy appeared in the open hand. He spun the arm around and down and hurled the ball downward, sending it hurtling through the centre of the building. As the ball thundered down through the centre of the building, the walls and windows of the tower exploded outwards, marking the ki- blast's passage. Brolli chuckled loudly, his chest heaving as he watched the fiery explosions cascade away from him before finally a final, larger larger, blast took out the whole ground floor. Brolli smiled with anticipation; the carnage, the bloodshed, the destruction!
As the first tower collapsed away, Brolli turned his attention to the twin tower only a hundred yards away from the now falling first tower. As smoke and dust rose in the wake of the collapsing structure, Brolli peppered the next tower's facing wall with small ki-blasts, watching the windows and walls erupt with the explosions, and watched with fascination as the fragments of building tore apart the smaller towers around them.
Brolli grew bored of his new game and finished amusing himself by sending a single large blast of turquoise energy straight through the building and through any subsequent building behind that just happened to be in the flight path of this green energy missile. With the agonised scream of twisting metal, the second tower began to collapse, pieces of debris and detritus falling away as the whole building collapse din on itself before thundering to the ground, spilling out thick clouds of ash, dust and materials across the whole city, along with that of the first tower.
Laughing hysterically at what he had done, Brolli lunged higher into the sky, clearing the billowing inferno of dust so he could watch as the thick grey cloud spread across the city, smouldering people as they wondered what had just transpired that night, wondering what it had been that had drastically altered their city's skyline. With just a single glance at the carnage, Brolli powered up and sped away, laughing uncontrollably.
Piccolo's senses panged with the sudden realisation of a high power level, and then he dropped to the floor with a look of agony on his face, clutching his temples. Krillin yelped a she saw his friend go down and crouched down, holding him supportively.
"Piccolo! What's wrong!" He shouted as the Namek growled in pain.
"It's. It's Brolli! He's powered up, it's to. to intense!" Piccolo shouted, trying to make himself heard over his own screaming mind. Krillin gave a worried look to Tien and Yamcha, as Tomatta looked about.
"I am still amazed at how you can detect power levels," the tall Saiyan said, unheard as the others were busy with Piccolo.
"Ignore it! Ignore the power!" Yamcha shouted, then his own head started to throb as he caught a short glimpse of Brolli's power with his mind. He staggered and almost fell, but Tien was there to catch him.
"Woah there, buddy, I've got ya," said Tien, putting a strong arm around Yamcha to keep him up. Krillin looked from Yamcha to Piccolo and opened his mouth to speak, but never got the chance. The blast of Brolli's power level sent him to his knees as he folded up in pain, fingers clawing at his own head. Tien watched in horror and then, to his own greater horror, he collapsed in pain, his mind and senses screaming.
Then suddenly, just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished leaving the four fighters kneeling on the floor, breathing heavily. Yamcha and Tien were the first to their feet, each man helping the other up.
"Man, have you ever felt anything like it!" Yamcha exclaimed as the buzzing went from his ears. Krillin groaned and stood up then shook his head free of that feeling of intense pressure inside his skull. Piccolo slowly unfolded upwards and stood there, looking intensely out over the billowing clouds to the horizon far off across the world.
"Yes, I have," he said simply. He turned as he heard Goten run towards them. A look of excitement on his face.
"Did you feel it! Did you feel it!" he shouted s he skidded to a halt in front of Piccolo. The Namek looked down and grimaced.
"Yeah, kid we sure did."
"Was it Brolli?" Goten piped. The others looked around, except Tomatta who had a look of concentration on his large features.
"You're damn straight it was Brolli!" Yamcha said, clenching a fist. "Man, if he were here right now, I'd show him a thing or two!" Piccolo spun around and looked at him.
"Yeah, you'd show him just how stupid you really are. Listen, this guy is infinitely stronger than Cell! You know we barely escaped with our lives when Brolli attacked the last time!" Piccolo shouted. Yamcha fell silent and looked at the floor; he knew Piccolo was right and felt enraged at himself that he couldn't do anything to stop this bastard. He lookde up and nearly died with shock at Goten's next statement.
"He doesn't feel all that tough to me!" the youngster exclaimed. Piccolo slowly turned his head and looked down.
"Just you wait, Kid, just you wait." Piccolo said. "That was just the tiniest fraction of what Brolli's true power!"
With Brolli out and about in the Earth's cities destroying buildings and butchering innocent civilians, will the Z Fighters have the luxury of the chance to train before time runs out! At this rate, the Earth's major cities will be smoking remains by the time Goten has had a chance to test himself inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. And with the sheer force of Brolli's power level forcing the guys to their knees, do they stand a chance against the Saiyan juggernaut? Find out next time on. TOTAL WAR!!