Chapter five... The end of Broly! The start of a new life on Earth...

Hm...

I don't think I've done a disclaimer in a while; All Dragon Ball Z characters or likely names DO NOT belong to me. Only Midori... and Lattice...

I hovered beside the Super Saiyan from Earth, as per Trunks' suggestion.

The mentioned friend was noticed right away, and we both acknowledged one another with a short glance. His skin was greener than any grass I'd seen, but on his arms were bright pink tracings where his muscles bulged. Topping that off with the elfish ears and antennae, I silently wondered of what race he could have been.

I then turned my gaze to the tower encompassed by our band of warriors. Standing at its peak like some sort of conqueror, Broly smirked cruelly at each of us, his empty gaze shifting slowly.

"If you had just let me kill you all before, you wouldn't be dealing with this pain now…" He trailed off, his upturned smile doing a one-eighty as he added, "You're all complete and utter waste of saiyan blood!"

Goku glanced in my direction. I nodded subtly in return.

Thrusting my taught hands forward, I concentrated on Broly's twisted face between my two index fingers—perfectly down my line of fire. A thick, hazy energy shrouded my hands as small bits of electricity sparked around them; one of my signature attacks.

A gauzy dome of energy suddenly captured my estranged mate like the most minuscule of water insects in a preying fish's mouth, and he allowed himself to show a small ounce of shock as much larger electrical currents lashed out at him.

Goku charged an instant later, but by the time his fist had connected with Broly, the mentally derailed saiyan had broken through my bubble with a simple flex of his muscles.

'Damn him!' As I cursed helplessly, the green-skinned warrior joined the barrage of punches and kicks alongside Goku, which were almost too easily being evaded by the antagonistic hulk.

I inhaled sharply, flourishing my hands high above my head (useless, yet habitual) to fire two rounds, one after the other, just as Broly swatted Goku and his companion away with a tiny pulse of energy.

My blasts, accompanied by the combined shots of Gohan and Trunks hit Broly with a deafening explosion (one that blew back my hair completely), but left him just as unscathed as before.

As if bored with our antics, he suddenly dropped to the city streets bellow. We followed, as if pulled by an invisible lure.

The Namek (yes, I'm sure that's what he is!) tried to strike him from above, only to be taken for a spin in mid air by a well-placed punch and roundhouse kick.

Throwing caution to the wind, (maybe even my common sense) I landed directly in front of Broly—just as he trampled over Trunks and Gohan—and managed to punch him square in the face; it was like punching lead!

'Ouch!' The force of the blow caused a painful vibration to travel up and down my arm, and Broly to stop dead in his tracks.

Although I doubt my attack had been that powerful…

'Shit.'

With an agitated facial twitch, he reached out, seizing me by the wrist (my heart nearly stopped), and tossed me over his shoulder effortlessly.

All I registered as I gasped in surprise was the wind whistling past me, just before I rammed head first into the concrete wall of a random building. The nearly crushing impact sent a throbbing sensation through me, causing me to fall before I could right myself.

I landed on what I assumed was the roof of yet another building. The ruble was stabbing at my bare arms and back through the hole burned from the backside of my clothing.

I quickly rolled over, which initiated a nauseating shift of my vision. I shook my head roughly to get rid of the temporary vertigo, but this only caused it to throb harder.

I growled loudly, my frustration getting the better of me as I attempted to stand.

When I was sitting on my knees, a body dropped out of the skies—"Shit!"—nearly giving me a heart attack as it landed only an arm's length away from me.

I frowned in confusion. "Vegeta?" That's right, he'd been left behind before...

His gaze was fixed on the dreary heavens above him, his eyes glazed over with an incredulous fear.

Something about the look on his face sent a chill through me. Like I was getting a reminder of what I was really fighting. "…Brother?"

"He'll kill us all," was his hushed reply. As he murmured this similarly passed (though feebly denied) thought, I could hear Goku's agonizing cries in the distance.

I shook my head slowly at Vegeta. This… this was not the man he was supposed to be. He was the arrogant, hot-tempered, powerful, proud prince of saiyans! He wasn't allowed to show his fear… The man I had heard so many stories about wouldn't have, nor the brother that reached out to me in my subconscious throughout my entire childhood...

I didn't need a mirror to see how my face emulated his hopeless terror. "Vegeta, don't you remember what you said?" I felt my voice wavering despite my attempts to sound scornful.

He turned his head slightly at my shaking voice.

"The single most important thing to a saiyan… their pride…"

This got him to sit up slowly, albeit his expression unchanged.

My lower eyelids rose slightly at his actions. "I may not know you very well, brother, but I never would have assumed you to behave like this when the tides of battle were against us…" My voice held small undertones of anger in it, but mostly disbelief.

His horrified expression suddenly faded into a grim one as he finally stood.

I followed suit silently. "Vegeta, we need our prince…"

No answer.

I stared incredulously at the man's back. "Are you really going to let this genocide continue? They need you… I need you." A bit cliché on my part, but entirely the truth.

After a moment of silence he finally spoke. "Look at them… they're fools." His deep voice held no empathy, but his eyes once again told a different story. He was so utterly afraid—just as much as I was.

Goku's voice echoed throughout the city before a loud blast sounded.

My eyes narrowed at the simple truth he spoke. "Then so am I."

His fists clenched at his sides as he growled, "Can't you see? They're all mere grunts… fighting an entire army!"

"And so am I! But we need our leader!" I walked around him so he could see my desperation clearly. "I need my prince..."

He finally tore his sights away from the distance to make eye contact. I could see that I'd finally hit a nerve.

I allowed a tiny smirk to cross my face. "So… what are you going to do, your majesty?" As my words hit the air, Vegeta's energy flared dangerously.

"I AM PRINCE VEGETA!" He let out a ferocious cry as he transformed, his hair bleaching itself blonde as his eyes were swallowed up in a pool of bluish-green.

Then, with a mighty display of power he charged straight into the line of fire, his leftover ki all but blowing me away.

I let my small smirk grow as I took to the skies as well, hot on his blazing trail.

As we zoomed up a narrow street, my eyes locked onto a shifting pile of rubble; Trunks.

Something told me that if I aided Vegeta it would only hinder him, so I opted to stop beside the teen instead. And as the prince soared past, Trunks' smile grew large and he threw a fist into the air.

"Get him, dad!" He grasped my shoulder with his free hand, overjoyed that his father had come to the rescue.

We could hear his voice clearly as he charged Broly straight on, which made me smile too. "I am the ruler of all saiyans—even you, Broly!"

The mentioned saiyan stood idly and smirked at the oncoming prince. "Then please, try your best to make me kneel before you!" His own words brought on a short, harsh laugh.

When Vegeta had closed in, he struck first with his fist, which Broly dodged, then maneuvered a quick flip, slamming his boot-clad foot into the menace's shoulders.

My smile began to fade.

This kick yielded little to no effect. Quickly reacting, the prince spun around, using the ground to push himself back up before he slammed another fist into Broly's chin.

Broly acknowledged the punch by tilting his head back slightly.

My panic began to build up again as I hurriedly turned to Trunks, grabbing his arm. "Now!"

I practically dragged him into the air as we raced towards Vegeta.

Once he was safely behind us, I held my hands out, releasing a volley of energy blasts as Trunks fired one large ball at him.

Then Broly was in front of us.

A split second later I was sent flying who knows how far away, my jaws feeling as if they'd been snapped in half as I let out a mangled scream.

This time I was sent crashing through several walls—

BAM

"GAHH—"

CRASH

—before the loss of momentum caused me to tumble to a stop.

I gasped in pain as my vision swam. I could hear voices, but my mind couldn't process them.

Positioned on my side, I pulled my knees stiffly toward my chest, the scraping and cutting of flesh by the sharp rocks and broken glass like faint tickles compared to what my body was radiating.

My spandex had been completely torn away from my back and one shoulder, revealing wounded flesh. If there hadn't been blood before there was definitely a fair share now. I was covered in it; my arms, my legs, and half of my face.

'Wait… who's that?' I could hear a very gruff voice calling out to me.

…Vegeta? No…

It was the Namekian. He wanted us to… channel energy to Goku?

There was a soft grunt just a few feet away from me, causing me to wheeze in surprise.

"I hear you…" An unmistakably young voice found my ears from a surprisingly close proximity. It was the boy.

I saw that he was lodged firmly into the rocky side of a mountain just a few feet beside me. "Goha—" I stopped as a rough cough tore its way from my throat before I could finish his name. After a few more wheezes, I gave a weak laugh. "Is this it for us?"

Gohan shifted slightly from his position to face me. "No, we have to give my dad—" he groaned in agony, "—our energy!"

I caught a glimpse of him shutting his eyes with a painful twinge and nodded numbly, my gaze going to half-shade, lips slightly parted. "I'll try." I then closed my eyes.

I could see him—his aura. The pain, the sounds of battle; I could practically feel Goku's movements and a slight pressure for every blow he took.

He was being beaten severely, but refused to stay down; he needed us.

It took me a great deal of effort to lift my frail arm above my head. I had to be careful with how much energy I was putting out. If not, I could end up killing myself…

My eyes watched unblinkingly, though drooped, as an emerald mist seeped out of my pores; I felt as if the air in my lungs was following suit—I had to take a deep breath to stabilize myself.

"Dad…" Gohan's voice was growing weaker too. I could feel his life-force energy floating feebly past me.

After nearly another minute I began to feel light headed. 'What is taking so long?'

Goku was still being pummeled, with no signs of improvement.

It was then that I heard a voice in my head—much clearer than before:

Just give me all of your power, Vegeta, and I'll defeat him!

Goku… There was a faint note of pleading in his voice.

Why wasn't Vegeta helping?

I could hear the others calling out to him.

Gohan shifted slightly, making a sound of discomfort. "Please, just do it..."

I stretched my fingers out as my arm became increasingly sore.

'Brother, please… you have to.'

I could feel the prince stalling, as Goku voiced his frustrations over Vegeta for all of us to hear, including Broly.

Another minute stretched by.

I was panting heavily now. "Gohan, I don't think I can do this for much longer…" My bleeding arm felt equally heavy as my head did light; but I had to persist as even more energy wisped away from me.

Gohan whimpered slightly at my previous remark. "Dad…"

Vegeta… what are you waiting for? You're our… last hope. Goku's voice came out with much less fervor than it had before.

But I barely heard his voice as he screamed for Vegeta once more. My eyes were demanding closure.

And then a familiar mass of ki floated past me, signaling what I knew would be the end of a terrible era.

I gave a small smirk as I lowered my arm and fell completely on my back again, my limbs splayed out around me.

It surprised me that I hadn't fallen unconscious right then and there. But this allowed me to see the fight clearly through my closed eyes.

Goku seized Broly's fist and forced him back.

The look on the Legendary Super Saiyan's face was priceless. When was the last time I'd seen such shock in that man?

It was then that the very ground beneath me began to shift violently, and it wasn't from the two fighters.

I lifted my head up and gasped. An immense blue orb was making its way to the planet. I knew it would be here within the minute.

Forcing myself onto my feet, my legs screamed in protest. "No! It's the comet!" I stumbled over to Gohan, collapsing clumsily to my knees before him, my hands cupping the boy's face. "Gohan, wake up!" I pleaded to the young half-saiyan to open his eyes.

After a few seconds, his eyes slowly opened, then immediately widened. He must have seen the comet behind me. How could he not? He would have to ignore the sky altogether.

I fastened my hands onto his shoulders and gave a small grunt as I pulled him out of the indent in the rock. His small body fell limply into my arms, but the extra weight alone was enough for me to have to lean against the stony wall to prevent myself from falling on top of him.

Instant transmission!

...No, I could only transport to a location if a person was there. Who would be out in the middle of space?

I lowered my head and cursed.

Everything happened so fast after that:

Broly's blood curdling screams as his body exploded from the wound dealt by Goku.

The sky and everything around me turning cerulean as the comet grew so close that it reflected its tint on us.

My heart beating in the top of my throat…

'This is it…'

Finally, the strong arm wrapping around my waist as I literally saw stars for a fraction of a second.

Then everything was white.

My eyes were as wide as saucers. I didn't even realize how hard I was gripping Gohan until the poor boy grabbed my hands and tugged at them.

I was also lying against someone's side. Actually, I was lying on top of a whole bunch of someones.

I released my death grip on the small boy's waist, turning my startled gaze upwards.

I was met with pretty turquoise eyes and a warm smile, barely an index finger's distance from my face.

I was still in a daze. Were we on a spaceship?

Goku gave a toothy grin and held his arm out, giving a 'V for victory' sign, before laughing joyously.

I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding, and fell limp against the Super Saiyan's shoulder. I ignored the murmurs of everyone, or the fact that I was sitting on top of other people, and let myself fall into a much welcomed rest…

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King Kai stood on the driveway of his humble planet, his arms folded behind his back as he smiled up at the sky. "Goku… I am so proud."

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I stretched my arms out again, my back arching with the movement. "So… how much longer until we get to Earth?"

Trunks smiled lightly. "The guys say about another five hours."

I smiled back, ignoring the small twitch of pain in my cheek where there was a large bruise.

We were in the upper level of the spaceship: the living quarters. Downstairs was the operating unit and entrance. It was just us saiyans upstairs, catching up on our rest.

Goku lay sprawled over a bed in the stark-white room, one arm draped protectively over his young son.

Vegeta was on the opposite side of the room, on another bed, with his back to us so he was facing the wall. Something told me he wasn't really sleeping.

He had been quiet ever since we had gotten here, or so I had heard. I'd only awoken several minutes before.

"When we get back to Earth..." Trunks spoke up, sounding uncertain in his words.

I turned to him and raised an eyebrow in question.

"Where will you go?"

I smirked at the teenager and folded my arms over my chest. "With you of course… If that's okay with you—and Vegeta as well."

His cautious look melted into relief, and he nodded, much happier than before. "Yeah! You could stay at my house, my mother wouldn't mind one bit."

Really now?

"So, what's waiting for me on Earth?" I kept up my sly smile.

Trunks' grin dropped and he immediately seemed nervous.

My eyebrows bunched in confusion. "What?" I didn't like the alarming change in demeanor one bit.

He shook his head slowly. "Uh… remember when I told you about the androids in the future?" He paused as I nodded. "Well, I never fully explained why I came back to the past."

I frowned. "To stop the androids and save everyone in the past from dying." What else was there to it?

"Yes, that was the original plan. But, when I returned to the past again, I saw that my time travel had interfered with the flow of history. I think it also effected this whole fiasco."

I nodded again, remembering how he told me I had come to Earth alone in search of Vegeta, and that I had poisoned Broly of all things…

"Well, when I came to fight the androids with everyone, I saw that two different ones had emerged instead of the ones from my time. What made it worse was that even though they were eventually defeated, the Doctor, who'd turned himself into one of them, released the original pair anyway."

I remained silent with a solemn expression, letting him continue.

"Androids Seventeen and Eighteen… they were eventually taken care of, but not in the way we intended for them. They were absorbed by a much more powerful android, which in turn made him even stronger."

I stared at Trunks incredulously. "Is this cyborg waiting for us on Earth?"

Trunks nodded grimly. "In my time, he emerged when the androids where already gone, so he took my time machine and came to this time, then absorbed them before we could kill them off." He let loose a tired sigh. "And now he's arranged a tournament in nine days. I think we have three days left... Depends on what time it is back home."

I stared down at my feet for a moment. 'From one fight to another, eh?' Then facing my nephew again, I questioned, "Just how strong is this android?"

"Oh, he's incredibly strong." Trunks lightened up a bit when he saw my face darken "But I know he's nothing like what we faced today. I faced Cell. He beat me… but I almost had him." He looked a bit darker himself with those last words.

The teenager stared hard at the floor for a moment, his eyes a bit narrow. "… I have faith in Goku." His statement sounded a bit hesitant, but I chose not to question him.

I had faith in Goku, too.

"Enough!"

We both turned our surprised gazes to the left, just as Vegeta was making his way up to us with a very unpleasant expression. "Cell is merely a petty factory recall, and I will be the one to break him!" He spat these words with great disdain as he glared at his son.

I discretely glanced to my right to see if his yelling had disturbed the resting pair, but they were sleeping as hard as rocks.

I also assumed that this 'Cell' was the mentioned android.

He then turned to me, his expression unwavering. "I have a few things to discuss with you." His voice remained cold.

I shifted my gaze between him and Trunks before nodding. "Of course."

Vegeta turned his heated stare onto Trunks once again, folding his muscular arms over his armored chest. "Alone."

For a second, it seemed as if Trunks was hurt by his father's tone, but nonetheless turned and walked off, probably downstairs.

There was a silence between us, before Vegeta moved to my side by a window that looked out into the dark outer space. His expression abruptly changed after that. His shoulders slackened and eyes closed, the glare replaced with a troubled look.

I sighed quietly, moving my sights to the space beyond us as well. "What is on your mind, Vegeta?"

"How?"

I blinked slowly. "How what?"

He turned sharply, his eyes hard again. "Your mother was said to have been on Planet Vegeta when Frieza blew it to smithereens! So how in the world were you even born?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but…

"And how did you ever come across that freak of a saiyan?" His voice was getting rougher, and his glare was more pointed, as if he were angry with me.

'So damn feisty…' I chuckled quietly, causing Vegeta's expression to slack into a more annoyed one.

"I see nothing funny about this." His eyes twitched slightly.

"Well, Vegeta, my mother escaped in a space pod right before the explosion. She gave birth to me on planet Yardrat a few weeks later and died a couple hours after that." I gave a short shrug. "The people of the planet were kind and raised me, and were gracious enough to inform me about my past." I trailed off and sighed, leaning my head against the window.

"I even saved our royal family crescent, but after years of being on the move, I lost it along the way…"

Vegeta tapped a foot impatiently, amusing me.

Heheh...

I turned to him. "Vegeta, you knew my mother, am I right? And are you aware that Goku and I both share the instantaneous transmission technique? He must have gone to planet Yardrat some time ago—"

He suddenly gripped my shoulder and pulled me forward until our noses were almost touching. "Stop fooling around and answer my damn questions!" It was then that I noticed that I was a bit taller than Vegeta… Hm. His hair more than made up the difference, though.

I held my hands up in a non-offending manner, trying to hide my smile but failing. "Okay, yes, of course." I cleared my throat as Vegeta released me. "Anyway, Paragus and his son crash-landed on Yardrat one day, and I left with them. After that, I'd been living a nomadic life with Broly and his father for the last nineteen years."

His eyes visibly widened before they darkened. He seemed somewhat haunted. "You must have persevered a great deal in life."

I smiled sadly in response. "Yes… But, is that anything compared to living under Frieza's rule for even longer? Broly was my mate, after all, not an evil tyrant…"

Vegeta grunted and shut his eyes momentarily. "Yes, I am aware."

"Well, throughout the years his anger issues became progressively worse. He told me that he always had nightmares about a saiyan named Kakarot. He hated him. I never really found out why, though. After about…" I trailed off and squinted one eye up at the ceiling. "Twelve years, I tried escaping… that's all I did for the next seven years of my life. I stopped a while back, right before Paragus told us of his plans…" I trailed off quietly.

Vegeta was ever the more still as he stared into space. He then shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his arms still tensed over his chest. "We share very amazing life stories, you and I."

I smirked at that. "You assume that just because I lived most of my life with Broly that I must have constantly experienced the unbelievable."

He arched an eyebrow. "Well, didn't you? Your sarcasm contradicts the statement you made of trying to escape for seven years straight."

"You're right…" I nodded, still smiling.

After that, our conversation consisted of some of the most horrible things we had ever done or had experienced in the past couple decades. For over an hour it seemed as if we tried out-doing one another with our tales of ludicrously and horror.

While Vegeta's tone was that of anger and resentment, I told my share of stories with a sad undertone and an occasional dry humor. In my opinion, Broly's and my pursuance of Frieza, which lead to us mistakenly engaging Cooler's army, was an awesome tale. Vegeta's tales of Namek were a close second.

Vegeta clenched a fist. "But here we are, the children of the Great King Vegeta. We've faced many quandaries to last us more than a lifetime, but we've lived on. Once our bond was born, it was unbreakable! We fueled each other to survival from across the universe!" He spoke in such a tone that made our stories sound like the epic of the century.

Vegeta's speech caused me to realize something with a start, as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Was that the… 'bond' that caused me to have visions of you in my childhood?"

He nodded silently. "It stems from familial energy signals. For saiyan children, if you feel something strong enough, your sibling can easily feel the same emotions or thoughts. For twins the ability is enhanced tenfold. It serves as a way to reach out to one's brother or sister easily. As we get older, it becomes harder to do, but again, it all depends on how deeply you feel the said emotion."

"That makes sense. While you were driving so hard to escape the clutches of Frieza not so many years ago, I was trying to escape Broly. We both loathed the positions we were trapped in."

Vegeta glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "When we return, I shall test your strength and see whether or not you are a worthy opponent in battle."

A sniff of laughter left me. 'But of course, my older brother subscribes to the saiyan way... Six years older he is, if I'm correct.'

He then narrowed his eyes, giving a brief glance to my hand that was still resting on his shoulder.

I quickly removed it and gave a small apology.

Vegeta ignored the apology and turned to face me fully, his hard mask back on. "I will tell you this, young sister…" he spoke in a warning tone. And the way he looked at me—as if he were staring down at me, despite my height advantage? "We may share the same blood… we may have our brutal pasts in common, but I don't know you. So I'm going to be watching you."

Well... What had happened after that heart-warming speech about sibling bonds?

…So he still had some guards up. What did I expect? We'd been aware of each other for almost thirty years, but had just now spoken our first words as siblings on this day. 'He'll come around…'

…

As I made my way leisurely off of the space ship's ramp, I knew my first few steps on Earth soil would never be forgotten. We walked across a large yard, and there was an impressive dome-shaped building with English writing on it, reading: CAPSULE CORP.

The grass was the loveliest shade of green I'd ever seen, the sky was a beautiful sapphire, and the air was so clean that I wished for a moment that it could have been thick enough to cut through and eat…

Then there was the beautiful, human woman with pretty blue hair holding an infant.

I inhaled the fresh air deeply, cleansing my lungs. "So, this is Earth…"