The land was barren, rocky even. No form of green life to be found, though this planet hadn't been meant to support that kind of life. The Empire had meant it only to be a base of operations and nothing more.
Just the thing to attract a super powered monster.
Three soldiers stood close to the edge of a cliff, looking out across a land devastated by craters and green flames that sent clouds of smoke up into the air. At one time, each of them had believed being part of the Armored Squadron was an honor most fighters would never achieve; now it was a nuisance that would get them killed.
One of the three, a gangly brown creature suddenly called out "Do you see it anywhere?"
Another one, a bulky green alien with long shaggy hair answered "Nothing, I see nothing."
"Keep searching," a blue alien with blond hair replied. This whole expedition, it was a mistake, at least that what he, Salza, believed. This was a mission for lower leveled soldiers and not Lord Cooler's elites.
But that had been the reasoning for them to be sent here. All the low level grunts that had been sent out had been destroyed. Rumors spread throughout the army that a demon or monster was killing them off. Sometimes it would only kill a few people and made sport of the others; other times it would kill everyone without a second glance. But the way this demon thought was the only thing that differed with him; all the descriptions were the same no matter who you questioned.
A very large, very bulky humanoid was behind the seemingly senseless destruction. It wore nothing but white pants, golden boots, and a red piece of cloth tied at his waist. Blond spiky hair sat atop his head, yet all these descriptions spoke of fright at his pure white eyes. Not a single survivor spoke of the thing having pupils of any kind.
And that was why the rumors persisted amongst the ranks. That was why it was even suggested that the Armored Squadron should be sent out to deal with this demon. That was why Salza and his men found themselves in this desolate place.
Damn those pathetic cowards.
Each man wore the same armor, a unique one to establish themselves as elites. A light green armor with a single shoulder guard covering their left shoulder and the mark of the Armor Squadron covered their torsos and a light purple spandex covering the rest of their bodies, along with white gloves and boots. It was truly a work of art in their eyes.
Each man wore their colors proudly. Neiz, the gangly brown alien held very unique powers dealing with the flexibility of his body. Doore, the bulky green one, was very efficient in killing his opponents. Though Salza believed he could match the man kill for kill, he did bow down to the man's constant efforts.
"Where is this thing?" Salza said aloud in a suave accent. "There are only so many places it could hide and we've checked them all."
"And what could you possibly be looking for?" a deep voice asked.
All three fighters spun around and fell into defensive stances, staring at the monster they had long sought. "Looks like it finally came out of hiding," Doore commented.
"And who ever said I was hiding?" the monster said. "I've been here the whole time, watching you complaining."
Salza's eyes widen. Slowly he moved a hand to the scouter on the side of his head and activated it. Soon, numbers appeared on the green screen, increasing higher and higher as the computer calculated. "How…how did the scouters miss something with this much power?"
"You worms," the monster said, "rely too much on those machines of yours. I've been able to mask my power the whole time. If it wasn't for the fact that you and those other weaklings made dying so much fun to watch, I would've killed this planet off long ago."
A stunned silence fell over the Armored Squadron. This wasn't a monster they were hunting, not at all; it…he had to be the Devil himself.
Carrying on, this devil said "Though to be honest, the entertainment value here is starting to bore me. Oh, what is a poor little saiyan to do now?"
"A saiyan?!" Neiz shouted. "There's no way you're a saiyan! No monkey can have as high a power level!"
That was when the saiyan frowned. "I've been hearing that a lot lately and quite frankly, I'm becoming sick of it. First it was these 'most powerful fighters in the universe' guys, then all of those grunts of yours, and now you. I'll just have to prove to you that a saiyan does have the power to blow you into the seventh level of Hell."
It was quick, very quick to Salza's eye. In less than a second, the saiyan had raised one of his gigantic arms and fired a green ball of energy at Neiz's head, intending to blast it off. Luckily for Neiz though, he was able to duck his head below the blast, his neck and skull disappearing into his body. Once the attack had flown by, the brown alien had extended his neck and head back out as if nothing had happened.
Unfortunately though, both Salza and Doore had taken their eyes off the monster to watch Neiz's trick. When they returned their gazes to him, it was as if he had vanished; definitely not good for their survival.
"Where is he?!" Doore shouted as he jerked his head around to find the saiyan, the other two copying his actions.
Almost as if on cue, the ground beneath their feet began to glow a bright green before it was torn apart by an explosion.
Luckily for the Armored Squadron, they had acted quickly to avoid the blast, using bursts of speed to disappear and reappear high in the air, looking down on the destruction below. Soon enough, they spotted the saiyan burst from the green flames and fly right at them, laughing manically.
"He's mine!" Doore announced as he charged at the monster.
"Doore! Stop!" Salza shouted after him, but his warning fell on deaf ears. With a punch readied, the green alien threw the attack, landing the blow right on the saiyan's face.
Now, normally such a hit would've knocked an opponent senseless. This time though, their foe was definitely not normal as he took the punch in stride, an evil smile clearly marking his face. With his own fist wound, the saiyan slammed it right into Doore's gut, causing the fighter to lose his breath as he bent over the balled hand.
With a speed that Salza hadn't seen in years, the saiyan slammed several punches into his comrade's midsection, each one devastating the green fighter as he became nothing more than a helpless punching bag.
The slugfest came to an end sooner than the blue alien would've predicted as the saiyan stopped punching and held one of his hands sideways in front of Doore. "Say hello to your king for me," he said before he released a rush of energy that consumed the green alien on the spot. His scream was the last thing Salza heard of him.
Yet, the comment that saiyan said, it struck at his center. Had this guy actually met the late King Cold? How and when? This guy knew him, that was for certain.
Once the energy died down, the saiyan turned his attention to the remaining Armored Squadron. "So which one of you would like to take me on? I promise you your death will be quick, though I can't say the same thing about it being painless."
"Why you—" Neiz started before Salza interrupted him. "Saiyan, you mentioned something about our King. Did you know him?"
"Know him? I was the one that killed him, along with his son."
The whole world seemed to become colder. This…this guy was responsible for not only King Cold's death but of Lord Frieza's too? It seemed all too impossible…but yet, it was the only explanation, at least for now.
"He…he's lying," Neiz stuttered. "They're too powerful to be killed."
"Why would he lie?" Salza countered. "How many people do you know could practically destroy the Cold Empire in one fail swoop? Not even Lord Cooler could do something like that."
"Listen to yourself!" the brown alien shouted. "You've practically admitted that this guy is gonna kill us! We're the elite of the elite! There's no one in the universe that can beat us! I'll prove it!"
With that said, Neiz launched himself at the saiyan, fully intent on proving himself right much to Salza's dismay. As the brown fighter neared the bulky saiyan, he charged his body with energy, creating a visible form of electricity that danced across his body.
Coming to a stop within arms length of the large saiyan, Neiz shot his arms out, touching his opponent's chest with his hands. Immediately the electricity covering his body shot out onto the monster, sending shocks throughout his body. Ha! This guy wouldn't survive an attack like that!
That line of thinking proved to be faulty as the saiyan suddenly moved one of his arms out and with his hand, grabbed the brown alien by his narrow neck. Completely caught by surprise, Neiz's attack fell apart, the electricity dying off. The clenching of the large hand began to restrict the airflow in his body, causing the alien to start gagging.
"Let's see how well your head moves when I have my hand around your scrawny neck," the saiyan said as he brought his other hand up, an orb of energy forming in his hand. With a quick jerk of his hand, the orb of energy was pressed into Neiz's face, consuming the alien's face and soon after his whole head; all the while, the brown alien's arms and legs convulsed, trying to break the hold around his neck.
And as sudden as it started, the body fell limp. Pulling his energy holding hand, Neiz's head had been effectively destroyed; no trace of it left except the smoldering remains of his neck.
Releasing the grip of his other hand, the brown alien's body fell to the ground far below them. With fear in his eyes, Salza could only swallow the saliva in mouth, making a gulping sound.
Without a doubt, his death would be coming shortly.
"Did you hear that?!" the small red wizard cried out, fear laced in his voice.
"Yes I heard it," a tall purple and white alien answered, annoyance in his voice. What his father saw in his man, he didn't know; the wizard was always panicking at a moment's notice.
Sitting on a makeshift thrown inside a large tent, the alien listened to the scouter transmission his elite fighting force sent back with his father's most trusted adviser, the wizard Hoi.
In truth, the one known as Cooler could've cared less about who had killed his father and brother. If anything, this saiyan, or so he claimed, had done him a favor. For quite some time, the eldest child of the Cold Emperor had been plotting the demise of those two, effectively removing them from his quest for the throne. Stupid he was not since he knew his younger brother, Frieza, would occupy the throne once Cold had stepped down or died.
Perhaps he could give this guy a medal or something.
Unfortunately, he figured this monster of a saiyan wouldn't accept the award. He was too consumed with killing and destroying that Cooler knew that if he didn't somehow kill him, that monkey would do him in too.
"I don't think you did Cooler," the wizard replied to him. "This guy admitted to killing your King and brother."
"That's King Cooler, Hoi," the alien growled dangerously. "And if you're so worried about this guy, why don't you give me some intelligence on him. Maybe then I'll save your sorry butt from him."
Hoi glared at him. "Don't you speak to me in that manner Cooler. I was King Cold's highest advisor and I wield more power than you could possible imagine."
"I'll speak to you in any way I want," Cooler retorted. "One, my father is dead, so any status he gave you is about as valid as beetle dung; two, I could kill you much faster than any 'magic' you could conjure up. You're at my mercy Hoi and don't forget it."
As much as the wizard didn't like this man, he had to admit that he was right. Of all of King Cold's brood, Cooler's techniques were quick and efficient, more so than even Frieza's. The eldest Cold didn't care much for showy explosions as much as he liked efficiency.
"Now that you understand your place Hoi, make yourself useful and tell me something about this saiyan."
Grudgingly, the wizard gave in. "From what I can gather, this saiyan's name is Broly. As much as the grunts and elites deny the fact that he is saiyan, he is very much apart of that race. Somehow, someway, when your father and brother attacked Planet Vegeta, they awoken him and he's been destroying the universe ever since."
"And that helps me how?" the alien questioned. "I didn't ask for his life's story, I asked for something that could give me an advantage in battle."
"You should've said that in the first place," Hoi muttered to himself. Closing his eyes, he used a probing spell, one he had proudly invented himself, and investigated the saiyan. "As far as I can tell, his physical strengths are out-of-this-world. Most attacks against him have been proven to be useless. His energy usage is similar. His fighting style is one I don't recog—"
"That's enough," Cooler interrupted. "None of what you've told me is of any use aside from this saiyan's physical strength. What ever magic you're using is clearly worthless."
"How dare you?!" Hoi screamed. "How dare you treat me this way?! I helped your father achieve greatness, allowing you to enjoy his spoils! If it wasn't for me, you'd be rotting on that poor excuse of a planet that I found you on!"
The Cold heir merely rolled his eyes in annoyance. He had heard this rant one too many times in his life, but fortunately, when he finished taking care of this saiyan menace, he'd have this royal pain-in-the-ass taken care of. In the meantime though…
"Fine, then tell me where this 'Broly' is," the alien said.
Hoi sent him a heated glare before focusing on the saiyan's whereabouts. "He's approximately fifty…feet…away…" As he said this, a look of horror crawled upon his wrinkled face.
Cooler had his eyes wide open. Was that report correct? He hardly believed his ears, but then, after hearing his Armored Squadron being slaughtered on the scouter transmission, it was quite realistic. Standing onto his feet, the alien moved to the opening of the tent, moving the tent flap out of his way.
Not ten feet away, he found the broken body of Salza, the leader of his Armored Squadron. "My King," the elite spoke as he gasped for air. "Flee! Flee before that monster gets—"
And those were the last words the man spoke as a boot came crashing down on the back of his skull, forcing his face into the ground, a pool of blood beginning to seep out around his head.
There, standing over the recently dead body of Salza, was Broly.
"Well if it isn't the saiyan I've heard so much about," Cooler commented coolly as he gave the saiyan the once over. "And I must say I am impressed."
A smirk grew on the saiyan's face in response.
"Yet, you are only a monkey, so you had a wide strike zone for improvement."
The smirk didn't disappear as the pupil-less eyes of the giant gazed at him.
"But before things become unpleasant, allow me to thank you. You've saved me the time and a very bloody mess in taking out my father and brother."
That seemed to catch the saiyan's attention as his smirk fell. "So you're related to those weaklings."
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Well then, I hope you put up a better fight than they did, not that it'll matter. You can struggle all you want, but in the end, you'll still die."
The Cold heir narrowed his eyes. "I beg your pardon?"
An evil smile appeared on giant's face. "You heard me."
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over the two, causing them to look towards the tent. Finding a jet stream, they both discovered that Hoi had lost his nerve and had taken to the air, running for his life.
"That coward," Cooler said.
"I take it you're not too fond of him," Broly replied.
"No, not really."
"If you'd excuse me then."
Curious, Cooler turned his gaze back to the bulky saiyan and found him gathering a ball of energy in his left hand. Shifting into a stance, Broly then threw the orb as he shouted "Eraser Cannon!"
Instantly, the ball of energy was hot on Hoi's heels. The wizard didn't stand much of a chance of escaping the attack as he looked behind him and screamed, a large explosion consuming him.
Staring at the fireworks, Cooler could help but feel a bit of enjoyment from the cloud of green flames in midair. Though he rather had killed the little pest himself, at least he went down screaming.
"That's another thing I'm in debt to you," the alien spoke as he looked back at Broly. "Tell you what, why don't you join forces with me? The universe would be at our beck and call. We would be like Gods!"
"Tempting," Broly answered. "But I don't find as much fun in controlling people as much as blowing them to smithereens."
"You won't reconsider my offer then?"
"No."
"Pity," Cooler spoke before his eyes widen to an unusual size. Suddenly, a pair of beams fired from the alien's eyes, impacting the saiyan in his chest and detonating.
As smoke and flames covered the giant's location, the purple alien said "It truly is a pity he wouldn't join me. Things would be very interesting then."
"If you mean the struggle for your life, then yes, it will be."
Shock overtook Cooler as he looked back at the smoke. Soon, the gas dissipated to reveal Broly no worse for wear and that evil smile back on his face.
To DJ: I suppose you could say I have a "dragonball" effect planned, but it's completely different from those magical balls. I've still got time to figure out how I'll make the Time Milieu look but I won't worry too much about it now. There's some loose ends I need to tie up, namely anything left from Battle Stain and Breaking Grace. Glad this storyline has been worth the read.