A Saiyan's Pride

Entering the planet atmosphere, the saiyan pods were in triangle formation, falling like meteors on the surface gave no motive for the natives to feel secure, Zucchin emerging from his with a big yawn, observed the area only to meet eyes with an unfamiliar alien, not even close in appearance described by mission reports.

"What are you, invader?" the green creature asked, basking in a glorious thick skin armor covering his chest, abdomen, shoulders ,neck and wrists. Having one horn upside his forehead and being built like a war machine wasn't really helping identify him as a wise and peaceful creature.

The rest of the squad including Tamatoe and Broly, whom which was being held by the scientist, decided to take cover behind wide trees and scouted for any other power signatures silently stalking their conversation, they await their commander's orders.

"I ask one final time. What. Are. You?" said growling at the end, having around the same height as Zucchin the only reason why he was not yet charged at.

Smiling, a thrilled voice came to the alien ears from the experienced brute "I am a saiyan warrior, and I have come seeking this planet's people wisdom and mysterious powers." stood tall and proud at the native.

Chuckling a bit the green creature responded "Wisdom? Ha-ha-ha. There is no weak wisdom here to be found "saiyan". My race is the only race, and the only mysterious powers here are my fists!"

Charging his power, the alien's power skyrocketed from a insignificant worm to 20.000. "Your gravest mistake has just brought you to your death." ki rising in his muscles, his face twisted in a horrifying predator unleashing a two handed concentrated blast to the invader completely destroying the rock and land behind the native.

A blast coming to end him, wide as a house and two times more powerful than him, an adrenaline rush came through his veins, "Yes..." he spread his arms and planted his feet into the ground. "Yes." charged up all his power in his arms and legs forming cracks and loud impact noises around him. "Come at me!" and with that the heavy blast, having so much wild energy in it that made it only as fast as the speed of sound, landed on Zucchin stretched palms making an explosion-like sound and crater 10 feet clockwise in the center being the struggling warrior. "Is this all you got!?" roared. "This is nothing to a saiyan super elite!".

Holding the blast with his palms took everything he had to give, and more. His arms slowly started to get burnt and every fiber from his body doubted his ability to survive this ordeal. "Stop struggling, invader, you can't possibly -" the blast was diverted to the sky, exploding thousand of meters off the ground making everything as far as they could see gain a taint of green from the dispersed ki blast.

A bloodied saiyan emerged in front of the green creature with a evil grin on his slightly burnt face. Taking advantage of his opponent shock as he ALWAYS did in every fight before, he landed all of his remaining energy on his fist and used all the momentum of his speed and leverage into one blow to the worm. The impact being so strong the rock where he previously was standing on evaporated from a transparent round wave force created by the sheer power of the successful hit on his enemy's face.

He was sent flying with a broken nose hundreds of meters burying inside the earth 50 more leaving a trail behind him until he finally came at a stop after breaking a few trees at the end. „I have fought enemies far stronger than me for more years than i can remember, someone like you can t possibly win this fight without a proper knowledge of warfare!".

Coughing a little from the blood in his nose he decided to give some acknowledgement to the saiyan. „I have to admit." Effortlessly rising to his feet, „Saiyans just might be worthy of our respect, gores. My name is Sorkov from house Simbru, the strongest warrior and right hand man for my clan's chief and hero."

„I care nothing about you or your origins, Sorkov. The only thing i care is your imminent defeat!" Zucchin got in his battle stance for the first time since his fight with his rival, the king.

"Ha! Do your best." his take of so strong, he left a gap in the forest behind him and his speed so high, our warrior barely was able to dodge a kick that would've surely render him unconcious. Not so lucky the second time, a fast dropkick to the chest propelling the brute into a mountain destroying it in the process, clearly breaking some bones.

A deep yell came from what seemed tens of kilometers away where the mountain was barely standing "Y-Y-You!" Zucchin body trembling with spite "I am a special elite! How dare you!?" the mountain completely disintegrated at the second yell, madness almost tangible in Zucchin's flared white aura slightly changing to gray. "I am the commander of all special elites! I-a-TRUE saiyan!" All the bleeding from the cuts stopped and the burns slowly fading a little in the wild animalic grayish aura.

"You sure talk big, are all the saiyans such prideful spoiled children?" crossing his arms as a mock to the warrior "I have not even used all my strength yet and you already reached your peak, i see no reason to prolong your defeat anymore." His right arm charging up, thunder energy crossing from time to time from the shoulder down "This is your peace, "warrior".

In a moment of overflowing rage while dashing uncontrollably towards his doom, he caught a glimpse of the worm's words. Zucchin mind snapped. His eyes bucked, His already titan muscles gauged, veins on his forehead popped out and even in his weakened state, as soon as he blinked, the native was already almost in striking range, thunderous cracks being heard from his ki swelling around his right arm, he aimed to the heart, thinking he can conceal the deal with that one blow, he went right at it. Confidence swelling up inside of him, he took no precautions. Maybe, just maybe, a mistake that could cost a soldier's life.

Zucchin, a saiyan who wanted to be a hero, a war machine, a being from who one can learn what a warrior's pride is, couldn't ask for a better death, at the hand of someone stronger than any saiyan alive, the true honorable ending. You see, the problem is no matter how much of a giant you are, you don't feed the fire without thinking about the consequences, especially when that fire is a volcano in form of rage. "Weakling." was all that Surkov heard while his own arm was grabbed with tremendous grip strength by two hands and diverted it's path to his chest burying half way inside escaping ki thunders from his arms striking the pride mountain too hence falling to the ground from a height of a few hundred meters, leaving a small print of his body and cracks all around his form into the earth.

Surkov gasping for air as blood came to his mouth, did the unthinkable and flew as fast as he could in his half dead state in the opposite direction, not looking back at the saiyan who was the first to ever humiliate him in his life. Only hope for him now was to get where he needed to be in less than a minute, if he's lucky two. Zucchin, having his skin around his arms almost melting from his action, couldn't muster the strength to finish his enemy, if anything him being conscious was unthinkable in it's own right. Tommohawk moving back and forth by the wind around him, barely feeling his arms, an ache so hard in his chest he thought an oozaru was standing on him, he gasped for air in loud thoughts "Where are those weaklings... They should've already been here tending to my wounds!" spitting up a little blood, he talked again looking in the direction where he landed with his team not too far away from each other or his current location for that matter.

A Dark Path.

Unclear voices and unintelligible words could be heard where Zucchin seemed to start waking up, his imagery still being blurry for a minute or so, he finds himself restrained in something that looked like diamond liquid, glowing every now and then, "Grr...Are these things reacting to my movements?" he thought, testing the diamond like grips that chained him to a bed formed from dark and soft red-ish earth. Taking a closer look around him, he starts acknowledging that he is being kept prisoner in a medium sized room made from the same materials as his chains and bed but entirely empty with one simple looking door, "Made from wood...? Idiots...!".

As he frowned trying to study his surroundings as best as he could before he tried anything, he just realized what a gruesome battle he just survived, looking at his body, he couldn't believe that he had no visible marks after such a recent high rated battle "What's going on!?" he said looking at the chains that rather suddenly expanded all around his members except his neck like a snake preparing his prey. To the brutes surprise, someone entered through the door, closing it rather slowly and having a bored look on it's face "Hello, I am doctor." the native said, having a soft, calm and more pitched than the one that almost killed the proud warrior. "Do you have any questions?" she said while yawning.

Zucchin, feeling insulted for being showed such carelessness, like to a caged dog. "Yes." his deep voice having an unusual calm in it and tired smile on his face forming as he talked "How would you like to die?". The native doctor eyes bucking for a moment, she started to chuckle softly, which irritated him even further especially how incredibly more feminine she was in her attitude than female saiyans are, or at least he thought that they are taking the fact that he never slept or had any meaningful conversation with one, at least not more than giving orders on the battlefield. "Where am I, What is your name, What am i doing here?"

"My name is not important, you can refer to me as " doctor ", you're recuperating here under my observation. As i am in charge of how well you are healing, it is in my best interest to take care of you, for the moment." she replied scratching her nose in thoughts. "As to where you are, well, that it is a little tricky. I'm not quite sure i should tell you." she shrugged her shoulders in confusion with her eyes closed.

The room slowly filling with pressure from the giant saiyan's stares only gave 'doctor' more reasons not to inform the chained warrior. "Hmph." his eyes widening at her as he started to speak "I'm chained like a pet. With who knows what these chains are actual made of or what they do. How could that information possible help me in this situation?" the doctor eyeing the prisoner suspiciously before making her decision.

The native took a few steps until her presence was 2 meters away from the bed that was presumed to hold even the mightiest warriors, as tested before using it as a method of capture or imprisonment. Finally, before she made him lose his little patience that he displayed entirely, awaited words came from her mouth " Fine, i'll let you know this but any further questions will not be answered by myself anymore. A nice gift, you know, considering..." the brute growled at her which made her laugh for a few seconds but managed to stop herself before anything bad could happen, likely or not, she didn't know literally anything about her patient but the fact that his every cell contained mutating capabilities, even their druid, when presented with blood samples, after performing a strange ritual using his ki and that strange liquid that is presently restraining Zucchin from escaping, determined that his cells power storage are so vast that, at first, it felt empty, especially in comparison to how much they are currently capable of. " You are being prepared to fight in our arena, which is an honor only the strongest get to have. If you ask me there is simply no logical explanation as of why our chieftain didn't kill you already and, in exchange, he gave you the highest honor one could have to our kind." her eyes betraying her, showing something that Zucchin, if he didn't knew better, would resemble envy.

"Any challenge is welcomed to a saiyan, this is something that i could acknowledge as a gift." he tried to tease her. Upon looking at her face he truly realized how successful he was, almost too much for someone who should've been bored with his existence and have some kind of resentment as an invader who almost killed one of their kind. She fumed up, almost yelling at him closing the distance too much, literally being inches from each other faces... He's seen worse, much worse than he'd care to admit, especially how different she looked compared to him. Not to mention the fact that she's a f- alien dressed in a coat from the neck down completely, like an overgrown dress with hands and all. "You listen to me, now. You are not the first alien to visit or try to destroy us. There are far more powerful beings here, some of them belonging to our race, than our druid's delusions imply that you are." she said with an evil smug at the end, being completely baffled how much she infuriated him. Before he gritted his teeth so much they started to crack, she put one of her fingers on his lips to stop him from saying anything " Besides, you don't look that strong at all, maybe you used some advanced technology to subside your weak power. Well, you can't cheat like that here, or win without them, of that I'm sure. Bye, oh great 'warrior'." slowly walking outside slamming the door in frustration searching on her notes on his condition to find some way of healing him faster.

The brute being left with no words staggered for a few moments before anger collapsed his mind, again. "These chains are nothing to me, i'll just have to wait, i hope i can plan something with my group, if they're still alive, that is." he whispered to himself while feeling exceptionally tired, maybe because of those shackles on him. "An arena, huh?" he pondered "Maybe i can find something or someone there to aid in my escape, or even the plan to destroy this planet and find a way to the destination i should've landed." immediate shock came to the warrior upon a revelation "Am I just dreaming, or have i debased myself so much i'm making intelligent tactics?" he smashed the back of his head on the rock he was laying in unreasonable shame "Pathetic, a true saiyan would've never had need of tactics!" he barked at himself. It didn't matter right now, he reckon, sleep, rest and then heal will bring him back stronger than ever, much stronger. "Fools." seethed "I'll show what a true saiyan is capable of." closing his eyes to rest before his rage wouldn't let him sleep anymore.

'Doctor' gave the druid a newer sample, before the alien invader regained consciousness, not because she was particularly interested to what he had to say but because of their tradition and safety protocols, being faced with a creature from another planet and all. "Here it is, Druid." she handed over the sample and went outside his shady big house, older even than the chieftain's lodge. "I'll find out why you were granted such honor, saiyan." she then thought about the Druid and the fact that he is been alive as long as she can remember, not to mention how every warrior that ever visited their tribe have some kind of fear of him, always respecting him the same as one of the chieftains. A very mysterious being indeed. "You certainly took your time, what held you so much? Are your powers started to fade, old one?" she said while crossing her arms, waiting for half an hour was more than she could bear.

The druid, a fairly old looking native, glared at her a bit without saying a word or flinch, his face especially not showing any signs of expression, maybe just a slight taint of boredom, surely this was a hundred time he was given this doubt crap. He then took a deep breath, his body full of war paint and muscles ripped to the max, not to mention his height being as high as Zucchin, were absolute no motive to underestimate him, alas, a women couldn't possible understand now, could she? "Are you sure you gave me blood from the same person?" seeing how she eyed him curiously he decided it came from the same saiyan. "His power has increased, his cells glowed when i inspected them, showing signs of brighter energy than it should've had compared to the first sample i received. "his serious face losing it's severity, it changed more into a warm smile "He is worthy, indeed." after looking at her envious face, he continued "Take good care of him, he's been sleeping for a few days now, the others were brought with much less grave injuries therefore they have been ready for some time now, a few more days and they could start getting rebellious." he stated.

"Ugh, so what, they can try all they want, they are barely as strong as our king guards, not to mention they are 9 and one of them is a baby probably not even a month old, even with his probably overdeveloped body. I mean, come on, the warriors on par with them outnumber the saiyans 3 to 1." she said with a laugh.

The Druid almost face palmed "Our chieftain alone could defeat all of them at the same time, but that's not the problem here. The problem is their potential, and that baby is protected by our sacred laws, alien or not, he had no choice but come with them. Any harm, spiritual, technological or scientifical is banned." his voice darkened, threatening even. "Do you understand, Ercna?" he said while pointing at her.

Feeling insulted by his implies, she gritted her teeth "I would've never harmed a child! There is no honor in such a thing!" she shook her fists at the old man, making him chuckle lightly. "How dare you think so low of me! A doctor!" she yelled walking heavily back to Zucchin's location.

"What a tiresome woman." he grumbled with a smile, walking back to his house. "If i didn't know better her character is inclined more to the aggressive saiyans than our women or even us." he mocked. "I wonder though, how will they fare in the arena? Maybe I'll watch too, it's getting boring anyhow. Ah i can't remember the last time i went to one of the fights, oh well."

Excessive growth, or legendary power?

Tamatoe successfully convinced their captors before falling unconscious after a fierce war with his kin to spare the baby and let one of them tend to him, as protection, too bad he didn't knew they actually made him look after him too. "For the love of...Broly!" he yelled, barely waking him up. "It's time to eat." he whispered to him, hating the fact that there were 2 guards not too far away to monitor them. Broly, looking at Tamatoe tired face, didn't know what he was saying, but then he looked at his hand holding some stranger thing he knew food was coming from. Amazingly, he liked it very much, the flavor was interesting at the least, sweet but with a tiny feeling of milk even though it's simplistic pink color made it seem like sh- "I don't know what they've been giving us as food, but it's decent in taste and consistent." he scratched his head angrily "I wish i knew how good it actually is, but yours look very potent and the taste is special." he reluctantly took a bottle they gave them to fill it up and let the baby eat through it. "I know you don't like how the bottle works, so I'll let it open so you can eat as much as you can at a time." his face being completely indifferent, even if he seemed incredibly caring. ( I'm only doing this for his brain to develop faster, we can't afford any more weakness not to mention in our situation. King orders anyway.)

Broly slowly smiled at him, looking tired as ever, "Sometimes you give me the creeps, little guy." the baby suddenly looked more fresh and gave a very silent chuckle which troubled the saiyan scientist even more "What is wrong with him?!" he thought as he gave Broly the bottle filled with his meal. He took it from Tamatoe very fast and ate with strong appetite, literally should've choke on it. "Woah, where did this tremendous desire to eat come from?". As Broly finished his bottle, his little mouth was tainted all around with food. He burped after the third one, completely emptying the bowl with pink liquid. "This is the first time you ate so fast, i hope this food they are giving me to feed you with doesn't contain something addictive or bad. I can't let all this shame be for anything else but your absolute growth." as soon as he finished talking, he took the bottle from Broly, unusually though, he didn't fight for it this time like he used to do every other time. (Strange,i wonder if all these things are normal for a baby saiyan.) he thought to himself. "How are you feeling, Broly?" he got closer to him, lifting the baby up holding him with his palm stretched on his back and head with the little rest of the body against his forearm. "Well?" to his relief, the kid was looking a lot more suspicious at the guards then he was looking at everything or everyone else. "Well now i know you hate some things more than others." he smirked. As Tamatoe brought the puny boy back in his place, he tucked the boy and got close to him, whispering with a stern face "It will be your time Broly, all you have to do is be patient, just wait until you are old enough." he smiled evilly to which Broly expressed happiness for the first time since he was born, grinning while shaking his fists up and down at the saiyan. "Good, your mind might, if we are lucky, just might be as strong as your power will be." sounded like a wishful thinking of a girl, didn't it? Well, the circumstances in this timeline are vastly different, but, are they different enough to allow such power without any repercussion? It seems we will just have to wait, less than our saiyans think,though.

( This baby's power is unbelievable, it's just as strong as the chained saiyan! He must be saiyan too! But his power is unlike anything i ever felt, it doesn't even have the same feeling as his kind.) a strange man, dressed only in black fancy pants and sporting a samurai haircut that looked a lot like the saiyans but he had red skin and only fairly built at around 5,7 feet tall. "Demon, you only have one cycle left for training before you are sent to the sleeping chamber." one of the stationed guards standing on one of the bridges just over what seemed like a very large training room, holding quite a number of extremely different individuals, the most noticeable one being a demon-like that held himself high and proud, probably affiliated in a form or another with the mysterious samurai except his one was a towering monster, with barely visible scars all over his body with very small horns upside his forehead, probably 7 feet tall, and no less than 150 kg, not to mention some strange black and gold jewelry around his neck and hand's wrists that glowed each time he did a more serious move while training. The smaller one once told one of the guards it will be pointless for someone to train if he can't push himself beyond his own boundaries, the only thing he was met in response was a cold stare and some frightened looks "Heh, i guess it didn't took me long to see why even these worms wouldn't follow their code and let him train..." he whispered to himself with his arms closed after a harsh daily training sitting in a corner with a drink. "Someone must've poisoned him every time he fought in the finals to assure the chieftain success, if being transported unconsciously to their hospital can be called a success, that is." chuckling to himself while looking at the demon, who was eating at least half as much as everyone in there combined. He felt somewhat pity for him, as the oldest in there was the demon and himself, in that order. "It has been 4 times you almost won the tournament, each time some how getting as much strength as the chieftain, even considering all of his bonuses and all of your disadvantages...I wonder, are those suppressing jewelry beginning to lose their strength while you grow slightly stronger each passing tournament? Are you in possession of a second or god forbid even third form? Even so, your base form has always proven to be slightly stronger than my second, true form even with all my unrestrained training." He looked in awe at him a bit before going in his private room to sleep. "We demons await for a more proper challenge, saiyans." he made a big yawn before sleeping

"Alien." a more berserk guard appearing in Zucchin's rooms, accompanied by 3 more, no less fearsome than him. "You've had enough rest, 4 days are enough even for a weakling like you." the idiots laugh at the tedious affirmation waving their hands to his doctor to unchain him. Not before they surrounded him with rised ki with a grim expression, almost daring the saiyan to try something.

"And what this might be? A babysitting group?" he mocked unsuccessfully, scouting them as the doctor used some strange energy from a round device to absorb the liquid.

"We are your safety escort, weakling." the head of the berserkers said. "forward, if you still know how to walk that is." smiling proudly in his face.

"Is that mud supposed to be war paint, worm?" he said during the walk towards the arena's sleeping chambers, ridiculous amounts of guards safe guarding it. No openings to take opportunity of for him to plan his escape. ( This is getting harder and harder...).

No attention to the saiyan was given anymore since they started to venture to their destination. Once inside the long corridor, they closed the door, the strange liquid, again showing it's great variety of uses, enveloped the door and connected itself to the already present material scattered inside all of the other walls and doors. It led to the resting places for the warriors on the right, in the left being the eating zone while at the top end training could be accomplished. Counting the closed doors where the brute assumed people were using he came to a conclusion. There must be 19 fighter inside, 20 with him. "Hmph, this 'arena"'is somewhat impressive, able to hold so many guards and, from what i can see, 30 participants in total." he wondered, standing firm like he always was, feeling of his new power yet undiscovered. "Hmm, I'll play game for now." he decided, looking as at the top of the rooms a monstrous creature barely entering inside. "Oh the fun potential here..." he walked tensed up the very next room of the devil and closing the door. Took a sit on the bed while looking at himself in a mirror, his build apparently losing it's little fatness hence having an even more intimidating look, as his veins on his muscles were quite more refined. "Oh, that's right, my zenkai boost must've been as big the last time i lost to Vegeta." clenching his fist at the humiliation, he finally sensed his power. "Yes. I feel it now." snickering at his growth in power, a more sinister, longer plan was being set in place by Zucchin. "These worms put a time bomb in their own home!" barely containing his aura, he decided to try a different training, one his father used during the war, "Huh, it seems mind training is more than a weakling's attempt at real training.". So our warrior went into the depth of his mind, he had to prove to himself he can never be defeated fair ever again

Power Levels:

Surkov: 20.000

Natives 3.000-7.000

Warrior natives: 7.500-10.000

Guards and royal guards: 10.000-12.000

Berserker guards: 13.000-15.000/

'Doctor': anywhere from 3.000 to 10.000 ( she has some kind of dispute and secrete desire to get in the arena, she must have been training very much or else that would be just a madman's hope.)

Druid: Unknown. Every other native including more than one chieftain are showing more respect than they normally should.

Simbru chieftain: 25.000

Samurai Demon: 18.000 (suppressed form)

Monstrous Demon: 27.000 (suppressed form and restrained power)

Broly: 16.500

Zucchin: 16.000 ( after zenkai boost.)

Specialist saiyan squad lowest member: 11.500 ( after a more minor zenkai boost after losing a fight with a large patrol while Zucchin and Surkov fought.)

Specialist saiyan squad strongest member: 13.800 ( after a minor zenkai boost.)

Tamatoe: 7.000 ( before zenkai boost.)-8.400 ( better zenkai boost than the specialist's because he was hurt more from protecting Broly.