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Me: yes?
Judge: shut up! Ahem. You stand accused of the following: Multiple charges of Aiding and Abetting a known maniac known to Fanfic as 'Shindo'. Multiple charges of trying to get off with members of the Galaxy Police –
Me: Just one, and she's my girlfriend, so it doesn't count!
Judge: SHUT UP! **Starts whamming his big hammer** Writing a detailed and explicit fic full of graphic depictions of people getting their insides blown out. Using Obscenities in the afore mentioned fic, and last but by no means least… STEALING DRAGON BALL, Z and GT!
Me: **looks smug**
Judge: That is nothing to be proud of! It is the most obscene of all crimes! Now, you shall be tried most fairly - Me: **mutters** Yeah, right…Judge: I heard that! – You will be tried most fairly - NOT ANOTHER WORD! – in a jury of random people kidnapped by means of a smart tap to the forehead using a mallet and dragging them here whilst unconscious. **Judge gives his hammer a great big whack and a great silence descends upon the room, a silence which is, as is always the case, broken by somebody coughing violently**
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… To be continued…
AN: This is going to be a longer chapter, because I am having so much fun writing it. This is the **counts** uh… fifth time I wrote this thing, I think. I have done a completely new approach to it this time. In fact, the storyline of this chapter is completely different to any of the previous draftings of this thing. So please review and tell me what you think of it. Please, I'm begging you, Review! I love reviews almost as much as I love you for reviewing! So REVIEW!
Chapter 20 – A Long Forgotten BattlegroundTomatta sat on his haunches, listening to the wind blowing through the ruins of Lookout Tower. The Saiyan thought it was a haunting sound, the sound of spirits talking across the air as they look upon the destruction of their land at the hand of these outsiders.
The great Saiyan warrior, Third Class, looked up and watched as Piccolo still argued with himself, something that obviously worried Dende and Popo, but amused Tomatta to no end.
"It's not my problem!" Piccolo was saying, growling through clenched teeth. Kame, who for some strange reason only Piccolo could see, narrowed his eyes and was now glaring
"Then whose problem is it? These Earthlings? The Saiyans? Their mongrel offspring?" Kame hissed, his focus not wavering from Piccolo's face.
Piccolo's hand clenched tight and is voice dropped threateningly. "Those mongrels are my friends," he hissed.
Kame merely shrugged. "A mere inconsequence, boy. Your duty is to me!"
"My duty is to my friends!" Piccolo roared.
And so the argument went on, with, as far as Tomatta, Dende, or Mister Popo could see, Piccolo yelling at thin air.
With a sigh, Tomatta picked himself off the shattered floor and stood upright, and a pang of realisation caught him in the back of the mind. His senses could feel power levels approaching, and judging from the others' reactions, they also felt the approaching group also. There was a cluster of higher power levels closer, a larger group of vastly weaker signals coming in from farther away, but all were coming from the same direction.
"Is that them?" Tomatta shouted across the floor to Piccolo.
"Yeah, that's them alright," Piccolo answered, turning slightly towards the direction where the kai signals were quickly advancing. Tomatta strained his eyes, looking into the dust-stained clouds that littered the sky below the lookout.
Smoke still flowed upwards through gaps in the clouds, and it still poured out the Lookout's larger buildings, signs that the fires were still raged within the shattered walls and crumbled ceilings. The pungent, almost chocking, scent of burning wood filled the air, though everybody there was used to it, except for Mister Popo and Dende. For the Guardian of Earth, that scent brought painful memories of the trying time period where both Prince Vegeta and the minions of Frieza were moving from villages to village, destroying the settlements and peoples in their search for the Dragonballs, or information on their locations.
Gohan, Applor, Goten and Trunks flew onwards, heading towards what was once the Lookout Tower, that which was quite possible the tallest building on the planet.
Gohan looked back, and saw the three boys flying together, talking with a mix of nervousness, anxiety and excitement. They were well aware of their new powers, and they new exactly how much damage they could deal. But Gohan didn't think they new exactly how powerful Brolli was. They had never fought him before, and they didn't know how easily he had decimated the four Super Saiyans that had stood against him.
Looking back ahead, Gohan swallowed hard as he remembered having his face dragged through the durasteel wall of a building, then thrown into the wreck's gutted interior, only to be shot back out again by one of Brolli's kai blasts. He winced in his mind's eye as he remembered the feel of the second building's walls exploding as his back slammed against the thick, sturdy material; sending shards of steelcrete and durasteel flying everywhere.
That was the last he remembered before waking up from unconsciousness to see Piccolo handing him a senzu bean.
"So, how are we gonna defeat that guy?" Trunks asked, always the most confident of the three.
Gohan though for a second. "I don't know, Trunks. I honestly don't know. You weren't there on New Vegeta all those years ago. It's almost impossible to believe how quickly we all fell."
"Yeah, right!" Goten piped from behind him.
Gohan twisted in the air and looked back at his younger sibling, his dark hair blowing, as he looked into that face that resembled his father so much that it was uncanny.
"No, seriously. Brolli took us apart like toys. But dad never gave up, he just kept on getting back to his feet again and again and again," Gohan said.
"Somehow, I can't see Goku being beaten down so easily." Trunks said.
"Yeah, well he lasted a lot longer than anybody else. Even Trunks was taken out quickly," Gohan said, turning around and looking ahead. The words were almost taken away by the rushing of the wind, but the three kids heard his words.
"Trunks? You mean the me from the future?"
"Yes, except its not the future anymore," Gohan answered.
"Yeah, 'cos Daddy never died, and we beat the androids, right, Older Brother?" Goten asked.
"Yeah, that's right Goten," Gohan asked, turning back to face his brother. "Who told you that?" Gohan was truthfully baffled by his younger brothers knowledge of these things, because he knew for a fact that his father or mother told them, and he certainly never told Goten about the fight against the androids.
"My father told us all about it," Trunks answered, his voice giving away his remorse and sadness that came when he thought about his father.
His arrogant father.
His noble father.
His honourable father.
His loving father.
"Oh, how much did he tell you?" Gohan asked.
"Well, pretty much everything. From when Trunks arrived shortly after Dad killed Frieza and that Cold guy, up to where they chased Doctor Gero through the canyons to his lab, and then the massive fight between everybody and 17 and 18, and then when Cell appeared," Trunks said, looking up at Gohan. "And the rest is history."
"Yeah, but that history sucks!" Goten shouted, clenching his fists. "Everybody thinks it was that big dope that killed Cell!"
"I know, but it's alright. I really don't mind…" Gohan said.
"But it's so unfair that that idiot got all the credit!" Goten complained.
"And the money," Trunks added. Gohan clenched his jaw.
That had been the single point he sorely missed. He didn't really want the publicity of being the "Saviour of the World" all those years ago, but he had always thought the money would have been nice, to help his mother keep the house in order with two Saiyans to feed, once Goku had finally agreed to be wished back after months of nagging from Chi-Chi, and then several hours of Vegeta shouting at him and threatening to physically drag Goku back from the Other World.
Mom's frying pan certainly has an effect on people… Gohan mused to himself, thinking about the consequences that had Vegeta almost running to try and persuade Goku to return.
Gohan was broken from his daydream when he felt Videl's hand slip into his.
"Hey, penny for your thoughts?" Videl asked softly, almost purring.
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about the past, you know, reminiscing, sort of," Gohan said.
"You mean the time before me?" Videl said with a smile.
"Yeah, and a before then," Gohan said, knowing very well that when she spoke of the "time before me" it was about the Cell Games.
Videl nodded and squeezed his hand a little, the wind whipping away the sound of the two demi-Saiyan giggling.
"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're almost there," said Videl, pointing ahead at the Lookout that was quite visible before them, and quickly becoming larger.
"Thank-you," Gohan said with a smile. "If you hadn't told me, I guess I would have flown right past it."
"It's alright," Videl said, smiling back, then releasing his hand and dropping back to fly with the other coming up behind the group of Saiyans.
"Hey Gohan," Applor shouted forward. "What's the plan?"
"That's Mister Piccolo's job, not mine," Gohan shouted back, relieved that he didn't have to think of a strategy. Right now, all he could think of was hit Brolli as hard as they could.
The group spent the rest of the journey in silence, and they arrived at the Lookout's broken form only moments later, Piccolo and Tomatta coming forward to greet them where they stood.
Almost immediately after he saw his older cousin, Goten ran forward and leaped up at Tomatta.
"Uncle Tom! Uncle Tom!" he cried happily, wrapping his hand round Tomatta's neck and dangling from the broad and tall Saiyan's neck.
Tomatta reached up and carefully pulled Goten away from his bruised body, carefully but forcibly.
"Hey there, Sprout!" Tomatta said, labelling Goten with the pet name he had given him whilst inside the chamber. He carefully put the Chibi down and looked at the others, his old eyes cold and hard.
"It's time," Piccolo said as the others; Videl, Cukumbri, Fru, Krillin and Number 18, landed. Immediately, Tomatta looked at Fru and saw the fear in her eyes, and he gave her a smile that told her that her son would be safe.
She returned the smile and looked away, half embarrassed and half relieved. Cukumbri put a hand on the mother's shoulder and whispered something into an ear, then giggled, the response from Fru being that her blush deepened.
"What do we do, Mister Piccolo?" Gohan asked, opening and clenching his fists. He was nervous, they all were.
"Well, we fly out, head towards Brolli and attack," Piccolo explained.
"Is that it?" Applor asked, shocked at the simplicity of the plan.
"Kid, all we have to do is keep that monster busy!" Tomatta growled.
"Why? If me and Goten use fusion…" Trunks started.
"No, we won't win this fight with a straight on attack," said Piccolo, cutting the youngster short.
"But…!"
"No buts!" Piccolo snapped. Trunks nodded.
"Are you sure we can do this? I mean, with Dad and Vegeta gone, we kinda short-handed now," Gohan said, voicing the opinion everybody had thought of.
"I know, but we will have to do the best we can. But Gohan, you are our best hope now. If you can't at least slow him down, the none of us can even hope to," Piccolo said, remembering the silver streak of energy he saw only hours earlier during the battle atop the Tower.
Gohan nodded. "I understand," he said in a whisper, more to reassure himself than any of the others.
"Trunks, Goten. Use fusion if you must. I know your powers are greatly increased, but be careful!" Piccolo said. The two demi-Saiyans nodded. "I've taught Applor the fusion dance, just in case one of you two are unable to do it for whatever reason, but remember to power down first."
"We know, Mister Piccolo," both Goten and Trunks said in unison.
"Right, this is it then," Piccolo said taking a deep breath.
"What about us?" Videl asked, stepping forward a pace.
"What about you?" Piccolo said simply, taking off his turban and cloak, letting them drop to the floor.
"Well, what do we do, for a start. We can't just stand here whilst you guys fight it out," Number 18 said.
"Yeah, I want to come too!" Krillin squeaked.
"And me! We've come a long way together, I for one ain't gonna sit back and let you guys get beaten up without lending a hand," Yamcha said, his eyes burning with loyalty.
"Krillin, you of all people should know what you're up against. You were there!" Piccolo hissed. The ex-monk merely shrugged.
"Yeah, I know. But I guessed that if you were willing to go, then I would," said Krillin, "and anyway, fighting in the World Tournament only made me more determined to become stronger. In the last couple of years, I've trained like a Saiyan!"
"I can vouch for that," muttered 18, though with a proud smile. "He's still a wimp, though,"
"Aw, c'mon!" Krillin complained. "Go easy on me, huh? You're not that much stronger than me anymore."
"I'm still stronger though, and I'm definitely smarter if you think you could stand a chance against that… that…"
"Monster," supplied Piccolo.
"Exactly," 18 finally finished. Krillin looked uneasy. On one hand, there was helping his friends. On the other hand, there was his wife and daughter.
"Honey, please…" Krillin said. "You know how I feel about this."
"Yeah, I know. I know…" 18 said trailing off with a sigh. "I guess that's why I love you, your loyalty and dedication to your friends."
"You mean its not my charm, wit, and Boyish Good-looks?"
"Not that I noticed."
"Damn…"
"Anyway!" Piccolo said, raising his voice to be heard over the crowd. "We're leaving as soon as possible, okay? Everybody happy with that?"
The group nodded.
"Right, fine. Gohan, Applor, Trunks, Goten, Krillin; you are with Tomatta and me. The others stay here…"
"If he goes, I go," 18 said sternly.
"And is she goes, we go," Cukumbri said, just as sternly. Obviously, living with the android was starting to rub off on the girl.
Piccolo growled. "Right, fine. I guess there's no long-term harm in it," he said after a while.
"Score!" 18 hissed to Videl with a smile.
Gohan turned around suddenly realising something.
"Hey, if you guys are here," he said, looking from Krillin to 18, "then who watching Maron?"
"Oh, she's in safe hands," Krillin said.
"Oh, that's a relief," said Gohan.
"We left her with Master Roshi."
Roshi looked from Maron to Bra and scratched his bald head.
"Heh, now, what do you wanna do, ay?" the old Turtle Master said as Maron looked up at him.
"Master Roshi, I'm old enough to look after myself!" she complained. Bra just gurgled in her playpen, swatting a toy softly. Bulma had let the old man watch Krillin's kid at the Capsule Corporation building, and as a grudging afterthought, allowed him to look after young Bra as well, letting her have time to grieve alone whilst working on her inventions.
Bulma knew that Vegeta would probably kill Master Roshi for even being near his daughter.
But, she reasoned to herself as she fiddled with a small device on the table in front of her, he doesn't have to know.
"I'll kill him! I will personally ring that old bastard's neck if he so much as touches my daughter!" Vegeta screamed. It was all that the four Kais of the Milky Way galaxy, the Grand Kai and the Supreme Kai could do to stop the enraged Saiyan.
"Vegeta, be calm!" King Kai shouted, as the Prince planted a hand on his face and tried to climb over the blue god.
"Calm? Calm?!" Vegeta roared. "How can I be calm when that pervert is in my house with my daughter!"
"I told you it would be a bad idea to let him see the Earth so soon after his death," Shin said calmly as he tried his best to hold Vegeta still with his powers. Even un-powered, Vegeta was angry enough to be more than a handful for the gods.
"I thought it would be nice for him to see his family…" King kai said sheepishly.
"Well, you should have thought of the consequences first, shouldn't you!" West Kai scorned, smiling smugly.
"HOW COULD I POSSIBLY HAVE KNOWN THIS WOULD HAPPEN??!!" King Kai screamed in West Kai's face, quickly turning the self-satisfied expression into one of shock and horror.
"Quickly! Get him! He's getting free!" South Kai shouted, jumping onto Vegeta's back to try and restrain the Saiyan that had taken the opportunity, presented by the two Kai's fighting, and had tried to make a run for it; only to have the larger pink Kai wrap his arms around Vegeta's shoulders.
"Argh! Get off me you collection of incompetent fools!" Vegeta screamed, trying to pull himself free of the five pairs of hands grasping at his body and pulling him back.
The Supreme Kai sighed. This was going to be a long day.
Meanwhile, the rag-tag collection of Half Saiyans, Humans, an Android, a Saiyan and a Namek charged through the sky, the Saiyans and Half Saiyans taking the lead, particularly the Super Saiyans.
Gohan looked to his right as Piccolo flew up alongside him and then turned is face towards him, his face grave, but smiling.
"Hey kid, you recognise this place?" The Namek asked. Gohan looked down at the scenery flashing past below him. There was a great rift in the ground, it was vaguely circular, but erosion had made the edges jagged. Up ahead started a complex network or ridges, canyons and crags, and Gohan's memories screamed at him. Then, turning back to the small, rounded crater, he suddenly remembered a voice saying mockingly:
"That's it, android! Never give up!"
Gohan looked back to Piccolo with a wary look.
"We're not far from where we fought Gero, are we?"
Piccolo shook his head. "No, kid. Not far at all."
Gohan turned back.
"Then those canyons must be where we chased Gero, and that was where Vegeta took apart android 19," said Gohan, pointing to each one in turn.
"And Brolli isn't that far ahead. Looks like we're gonna be fighting right on top of where Gero's complex used to be.
"Is this some sort of symbolism or something?" Gohan asked, not liking the circumstances. Piccolo went silent for a moment, thinking to himself.
"I doubt it, it seems like coincidence to me," Gohan's past mentor replied.
"Yeah, but of all the places we could fight, why here?" Gohan said back.
"Chance. Here is as good a place as any. And with all the caves and ridges in the area, it would make a perfect place for an ambush," Piccolo answered.
Gohan nodded, knowing he was right. Brolli was insane, his mind hell bent on destroying everything, especially Goku, the one who had driven him to insanity when they were just days old. With the insanity, it was easy to think of Brolli as stupid, or even as foolish.
One had to remember that Brolli was Saiyan, born with instincts bred over millennia for fighting, combat and destruction. Brolli was also intelligent. He had proven that on new Vegeta, knowing exactly where to turn and how to fight the Super Saiyans who stood against him. That was what was scary to think about; despite his insanity, Brolli was just as evil and cold hearted as any Saiyan warrior.
"He's down there!" Applor shouted, pointing down and left, into a series of canyons that fell several miles away to the west.
"You sure?" Tomatta asked.
"Positive, I'll never forget that feeling of pure energy when He's near," Applor answered. Gohan looked at the small Saiyan with marvel. He was so sensitive to kai it was remarkable. Gohan had felt the general location of Brolli ever since he arrived on the planet three days ago, but Applor had pinpointed Brolli down, knew where he was. It was remarkable to think of what this child had learned in only a day of training with Piccolo, and then a night of combat with the Beast himself.
"You are a true Saiyan, Applor," Gohan shouted across to the youngster, then banked left, heading downwards. If they flew towards Brolli, he would be able to sense their approach, and see them clearly against the sky. But if they moved quickly and on foot, then they would have the advantage. They would be able to ambush the ambusher.
One by one, the others followed Gohan's lead, and they touched down not far from where Brolli was, according to Applor's intuitions. After several moments of quick movement, Applor realised that Brolli wasn't stationary, and was backed up by 18.
"The kid's right, he's definitely moving," She said, her voice screaming with warning. Gohan looked at her, and gave her a nod that he understood.
He knew that Brolli could sense Kai, but how well he didn't know. Continuing quickly, the Gohan and his group of Super Saiyans rounded a bend in the canyon. It was only Gohan's combat reflexes that saved them when he pushed them back around seconds before the spot where they stood erupted in a large explosion that spat rock and dirt across the canyon floor. Then the sound of heavy disappearing footsteps with that cackle of laughter that Brolli had drilled into the minds of Gohan and Piccolo.
"He doesn't feel too powerful…" Piccolo whispered, cautiously peering around the curve in the canyon. When he didn't feel an oncoming rush of energy, he ducked down and moved forward cautiously, keeping low and heading for a large boulder.
"Maybe he's suppressing his Kai?" Goten voiced.
"He can't," Gohan answered.
"How do you know?" Trunks answered. This thought set off a chain reaction in Gohan's thought processes. Gohan knew of the device that Paragas had installed onto Brolli's body to control his son's rage, and it had worked by suppressing the power level of the insane beast so that it appeared no greater than a Saiyan weakling. If Gohan had had access to a Scouter during his time on New Vegeta, he would have bet that Brolli's suppressed power level had been barely into the thousands. Three Thousand at the very most.
But when Brolli broke free of his father's control, when he went Super Saiyan, a lot of that device had been destroy, it had literally burst as Brolli's muscle mass had swollen to much grander proportions. But bits of the original device where still present on Brolli's body. The gold band around his forehead, the plate that hung against Brolli's chest with the jewel that could channel kai blasts. The golden boots and the bracers that Brolli wore, Gohan was sure, were also part of the device.
Gohan found himself wondering: What if that device still held some ability to hide his power level? What if Brolli had learned to compensate in someway to make up for the device's destruction? Could he hide his kai signature that well?
It certainly was a possibility, Gohan had to admit that. But the question was; could he hide it enough? There was only one way to solve that puzzle.
Bracing himself, Gohan turned and headed around the canyon and joined Piccolo behind the large slab of rock that had fallen for the top of the jagged canyon wall years ago. The Namek turned on Gohan and gave him a smile, his green and pink flesh contrasting and complimenting the dark purple clothing.
"Hey Kid, I was wondering when you'd join me," Piccolo grinned.
"And miss this opportunity for pay back? Hell no!" Gohan said with a smile, then dashed around the boulder and into an outcropping of the canyon wall, peering around the edge, making sure the coast was clear before going forwards.
Dashing forwards, he swung himself into a relatively safe niche in the canyon wall and waited, listening out for the movement of rocks, or the sounds of heavy footsteps that would give Gohan any idea where Brolli was hiding, waiting for them to stroll into his ambush.
Gohan could feel his kai, new it was near, but it was so big that it filled the area. He heard Piccolo scuttle forwards and press into the crag in the rock, his body close enough so that he could feel the warmth coming from the Namekian. More footsteps came from the sounds the others following, hiding in various outcroppings of rocks, or niches and crags in the rock broad enough to allow somebody to remain unseen behind them.
Gohan looked back behind him, and saw various faces peering around from rocks, and saw the unmistakable fun that Goten and Trunks were having. His features brightened in a smile, but it was quickly turned into as a scowl as the hideous sound of Brolli's laughter echoed down the canyon, bouncing from rock to rock.
"Do you honesty think that this rock will protect you?" Brolli's voice echoed. Gohan turned to Piccolo with a look of horror on his face, and found it mirrored in Piccolo's own expression.
"MOVE!" Gohan shouted to the others, taking to the air, dragging Piccolo up with him, as an eerie green light filled the air, and the buzzing sound of power bounced off the rock faces.
Everybody hesitated, startled by the sudden turn of events, and then quickly launched themselves skywards.
Moments later, a green bolt of kai ripped through the air and smashed into the ground at the spot where Fru and 18 had been standing only moments earlier. A great explosion of energy ripped the canyon apart, the surface of the green sphere ripping through the rock inches from the feet of Videl, who struggled to keep ahead of the blast.
The green sphere ripped the earth wide open for miles about, creating a vast, perfectly round crater several miles in diameter. Gohan looked down at it and cursed their own stupidity. Brolli had set this trap, and they had walked straight into, and from past experience, Gohan knew that the Beast had extra-ordinary control over his kai attacks, remembering as he sent a similar bolt hurtling towards a group of cowering Shamo, then turned the blast about sharply, the force of the turn kicking up a spray of rock and dust, and sent it hurtling into space to strike the home planet of the Shamo, obliterating it completely.
A single blast of kai, no bigger that Brolli's fist, had destroyed en entire planet.
There was much that Gohan and the others had forgotten, and was being remembered through painful memories.
Brolli laughed silently as he saw his pursuers take refuge in the air, their attempts at hiding in the canyon demolished along with the landmark. Holding out a hand, he gripped the glowing green ball of energy and grinned as he watched the group clustered together, talking and re-planning their attack.
"Like sheep to the slaughter," Brolli said, laughing once again. He brought his arm around, and let loose the kai bolt, watching it curl upwards and around, heading straight for the Z Fighters. Brolli saw one of them, the youngest Son of Kakkarot, turn and heard his shrill voice cry out in warning. The group scattered, and Brolli sent his attack hurtling after one of the more pathetic of the group.
Videl pitched and weaved, trying to shake off the kai blast as it chased after her, matching her every move as if it was playing with her. Brolli laughed harder and louder as he turned his attention away from the human, and watched the eldest son of Kakkarot rush forward, the white aura bursting around his body as he moved as quickly as he could to intercept the blast.
Brolli let the ball drift towards the brat, then when Gohan took a swipe at it to send t away, Brolli made it veer away so that Gohan's flailing arm missed by centimetres. The Beast laughed as he watched his green ball of energy arch around and strike Videl in the belly, sending the weakling human pitching and spinning through the air, smoke billowing from the scorched material of her loose clothing. The scream of rage from Gohan's throat made Brolli's laughter more intense as he revelled in the chaos he had just created.
"You bastard! I'll fucking take your head off!" Brolli heard Gohan shout over the air, and watched with interest as the white aura was blasted aside by the golden swirl of energy that washed around the manling's body, and then watched the blasting aura of the Super Saiyan burst into life. A large blast of golden energy washed over the area as Gohan powered up and darted to where Goten had seen the bolt coming from.
One by one, Tomatta, Applor, Goten and Trunks ascended to Super Saiyan and followed after Gohan, moving as fat as they could, but Brolli was uninterested with them. What now caught the Legendary Super Saiyan's eye was the green glow that surrounded Piccolo as he charged after the Super Saiyans. He remembered his fighting with Piccolo, and remembered how much fun he had taken in crushing the over-grown Shamo into countless buildings.
"So, the challenge begins…" said Brolli, grinning as he flexed his muscles. Rising into the air, he turned and fixed his dark eyes on each of the Saiyans and then the Namek, grinning insanely and evilly as he saw them coming. Tensing his muscles, Brolli felt his power surge until his own golden aura burst into existence around body like storm of fire, sending his turquoise-purple hair blowing about in the storm of his energy.
"Let them come."
Piccolo saw the golden glow ahead of him and then something caught his eye.
"Gohan, his hair's green?" The Namekian warrior said.
Gohan remembered that Piccolo had only seen Brolli as a Super Saiyan, and he looked back at his friend and mentor.
"Yeah, he has a stage before Super Saiyan. But don't under estimate him, he is still extremely powerful. Vegeta had the best shot of the day when he was like this; he kicked him in the temple with his toe, and blow that would killed even dad. Brolli didn't even flinch, he just kept on walking towards me and Dad," Gohan explained.
"That bastard's crazy!" Piccolo muttered, and then gritted his teeth. They were coming closer to Brolli, so close that they could see his teeth as he grinned; he was obviously happy to see them.
"Plan?" Tomatta asked, flying on the other side of Gohan.
"Uh, just attack him, I guess," Gohan responded, turning to look at his kinsman. "Like Piccolo said, we only have to slow him time so that dad can get the Dragonballs and make the wishes."
"Preferably before the Earth is destroyed," Piccolo muttered.
"Right!" Tomatta said, powering up as he flew. With a sudden burst of power, he accelerated onwards, bringing his fist back and sent it thundering towards Brolli.
The Beast merely held out his hand, catching the blow, then spun as he brought his foot up. The golden boot slammed into Tomatta face, and then Brolli heaved his legs, pushing the Super Saiyan away across the sky before turning back to the others.
"Come on, surely you have more than this to offer me!" Brolli said before bursting into another fit of hideous laughter that boomed across the land.
"Oh, we have more, you piece of shit," Piccolo snarled, "and then some!"
"Oh really?" Brolli said, vanishing in a blur of speed. Gohan turned and dodged the arm that shot passed his face, but wasn't quick enough to avoid the knee that came slamming up and into his side.
"Then let's see what you can offer!" Brolli shouted, reaching out and grasping Piccolo in the face. Piccolo struggled, wrapping his clawed hands around Brolli's wrist, and then his eyes bulged. He could see a green light spilling out from the gaps between Brolli's fingers, and he felt the energy growing between Brolli's palm and his face. The feeling was quite disconcerting.
"Mister Piccolo!" Goten shouted, bracing himself and charging up his power with a cry. Trunks looked at his friend and nodded as he too powered up. Two large blasts of energy sped across the sky, blowing the clouds into oblivion as the blast waves rocketed away from the two boys. When the light dimmed, Goten and Trunks stood there, their golden hair and green eyes staring emotionlessly at Brolli as lightning roamed freely across their bodies.
"Goten, Trunks! Stay back for now!" Gohan yelled, charging forward and driving his knee into Brolli's back.
Brolli flinched, and his grip on Piccolo's face loosened enough for the Namek to break free, barely seconds before the green blast of kai shot across the sky and exploded on the ground somewhere
Swinging around, Piccolo drove his elbow into Brolli's stomach, only to be swatted away easily and set tumbling across the sky. Brolli twisted around and grabbed Gohan by the hair, swinging him down and sending his knee into the half-Saiyan's face. Gohan yelled as pain flooded through his head and then felt release as Brolli let him go.
Not being able to watch any longer, Goten, Trunks and Applor shot forward and began swinging punched and kicks at Brolli, who merely weaved around the blows as he turned to face Tomatta.
"You fool, you're going to die!" Brolli roared as his dark clouds raced across the sky, lightning bursting down around them. Laughing insanely, Brolli spread his arms and arched his back as the lightning twisted around and struck against his body, the golden aura growing greatly and his hair rising and glowing golden. The dark eyes went white as he body became swollen with power, then it shrank back down and his eyes returned as the lightning started to arc over his body freely, buzzing loudly and tinted with green energy.
"Shit, he's gone beyond Super Saiyan!" Trunks said, boosting his own power level higher. He roared with the effort and his veins pulsed on his forehead, then with a great flash of light his hair lengthened and his eyes brows shrank until they vanished completely. He looked up and grinned at Brolli with a mischievous expression, his long golden hair hanging stiffly down his back and past his knees.
Brolli turned in the air slowly, and grinned as he watched as everybody began backing away and powering up to their maximum levels, and one by one each of the figures exploded into Thirds Stage Super Saiyan with a flash of golden light which left their hair hanging down their backs and their eyebrows missing. Only Applor was left as a Super Saiyan, clenching his fists nervously as his tail tightened around his waist.
"Okay, lets do this!" Piccolo shouted as he floated up and faced Brolli, a deep scowl etched onto his face.
"It's your death wish," Brolli sneered.
"So be it."
It seems that the Z Fighters are prepared for a fight to the bitter end, powering up to their fullest fighting potential as far away on the Planet Namek, Goku busies himself collecting the seven Dragonballs whilst trying to avoid the troops of His Lordship, who ever he may be. Will the Earthling Saiyan be able to take the last of the Dragonballs before it's too late for our valiant warriors back home on earth, or will they be left to suffer what is possibly a fate worse than death itself at he hands of the insane Legendary Super Saiyan? Find out, in TOTAL WAR!!!!!
AN: I find this old quote fitting for this piece of the story: "This is not the end, and nor is it the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."
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And very big thank-you to everybody who is reading this, and an even bigger thank-you to the people who review. I am just glad that you like this story, and I never imagined it, my very first DBZ Fanfic, would get this popular. So keep reading, stay cool, and expect Chapter 21 soon.
Paul.
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