Well I'm back once again. I was waiting to see if my story would yield anymore reviews, and the last few have inspired me to continue with my fanfic. Now, without further ado, I give you the next chapter!
The cloud of dust dissipated quickly, not even a trace of Cell remained. Broly, however, was not willing to underestimate his opponent a second time, and kept his senses alert as he slowly began walking back to the crowd that had followed the fight to its ghastly conclusion. Broly came to a stop in front of the horde of villains, who were waiting with tense, bated breathe, wondering what this…thing would do next.
He surveyed the crowd with seemingly sightless eyes before speaking. "My name is Broly, the Legendary Super Saiyan and I am obviously the most powerful being here." He said this with a smug smirk and continued. "From now on, you will all answer to me. My word is law. I will be your judge, your jury and, of course, the executioner. My first order is this…I want all the members of the Saiyan Royal Court and the Royal Family brought before me…as well as my father, the saiyan known as Paragus. Does anyone have any objections?" He raised a dubious eyebrow in sync with his offhanded question, not believing that anyone would have the idiocy to actually come forwa- "Yeah, I have a bone to pick with ya!" Broly's face twitched in annoyance. Oh, now my day is complete. I'm being challenged by another bug…this one looks more like a roach than a beetle. The alien did bear a remarkable similarity to disgusting insect, with two legs, four arms, and a carapace imbued with a revolting shade of brown. It continued to spout more invective. "Who do you think you are bitch, waltzing in here like you own the place? I oughta-*glurg*". His tirade was interrupted as Broly had suddenly crossed the distance between them and seized him by the throat. He looked at the rest of the crowd and said, "This brave soul has just volunteered to help me demonstrate what happens to dissenters." That said, he tossed the alien across the landscape with a lazy snap of his wrist, the pitiful thing landing in a heap about 50 meters away.
The alien, known as Graticks, was about to have a very bad day. As he hastened to his feet and spun around to face Broly, only to stare in confusion as the saiyan had vanished. He looked left and right frantically, trying desperately to find him.
Broly came down from above with all the force of an asteroid impact feet-first, directly atop the roach-like creature, splattering its innards everywhere. He grimaced and shook the gunk off his boots. Insects…I hate insects. And his internal tissue would be yellow. Disgusting. He turned back towards the crowd and reappeared directly in front of them. "Any others? No?" Several of them shook their hands quickly. Broly grinned and took a step closer. "Then what's with all the waiting around? Get a move on!" The crowd instantly dispersed, scrambling to find the saiyans, as directed. "Yes, hurry! Except for you!" Broly snagged Frieza by his tail and held him upside down. The Frost Demon peered up(or was it down) in terror. "You and I need to have a heart-to-heart," Broly said with a savage smile.
An hour later, the saiyans of the Royal Court and the Royal Family were brought before Broly at the Fortress of Thorns, courtesy of Cell. He had discovered, much to his dismay (and to Brolys' delight) that in H.F.I.L you could not die, your body, even if completely destroyed, would still be returned to its original state; such was the magic of the realm. Under threat of eternal humiliation, Broly forced Cell to use his powers of materialization to create a place for him to rule from. The result was a sprawling complex, built like a Medieval concentric castle. In place of the crenellations however, were large thorns of an incredibly dense and sturdy metal. And from the center of his…palace, the Legendary Super Saiyan planned to bring Hell to heel.
Broly sat upon a simple throne of stone within the inner chambers of the fortress. He had reverted to his base form and was seated comfortably. In right his hand he held a fruit plucked from King Yenma's tree. He also possessed a footrest who went by the name Frieza. As his…guests were brought into the throne room, Broly kicked his 'footrest' aside, who grunted in pain from the impact to his ribs. Broly didn't spare him a glance as he said, "Leave us." Frieza picked himself up and limped out through the massive double doors, which closed of their own accord with a dull thud. The room was deathly silent as Broly stood from his throne and began to walk slowly, and with purpose towards the Saiyan Elites. He stopped and scanned the thirty-odd saiyans before him before his eyes fell on a familiar face. His lips quirked upward with amusement as he addressed him directly. "Hello…father."
Paragus stood stockstill as his son-his son- stared deep into his soul. He barely refrained from flinching as Broly took a bite of the fruit, the loud crunch resounding throughout the chamber. "What, no reply? Tuffle got your tongue? Nothing to say to the son you held in bondage for years?" Broly's small smile had disappeared. Paragus swallowed hard and made to speak but Broly's hand silenced him before he could utter a sound, covering his mouth. Broly sneered and said, "No, I like you better this way. Silent, meek and quivering with fear." He leaned closer. "Remember when you tried to flee that barren planet and leave me to die? Remember when I crushed you and hurled you into the Comet?" Brolys' face was now only inches from his own, his features blank. "You are pathetic, a waste of saiyan blood." He turned and walked back to his throne and seated himself in it. "As for you, members of the Royal Court…you sentenced me to death as an infant. I have every right to torture you every day for the rest of eternity." The mass of saiyans shifted uneasily at this. "However I reserve punishment for two individuals alone." He leaned forward in his seat and smiled sadistically. "Tell me…have you ever heard of bowling?" Paragus's face paled, while King Vegeta's face showed nothing but confusion.