Chapter 25 - A Legendary Arrival
Mark. That was his name. Unlike most people where he lived from, family names weren't common. To have possessed a last name meant he was married from elsewhere or had earned a title of significance. That was the meaning behind his title; that he was a great person beyond who he was. It had been great...till he made up the lie.
For the past several years, the former World Champion and 'Savior of the World' had used what resources he could to buy his way into anonymity. Despite the admission of scandalous fraud he deflected most of the blame and hatred that could have targeted his daughter onto solely his shoulders. Thus, gone was the Hercule or the Mr. Satan, and all that was left was Mark, a chef working at a burger joint.
Possessing a paltry sum of what he was originally given, he had settled up a small one-story house within the outskirts of Orange City. Thankfully no one was judgmental when they took his offer to take on the job as a cook, it was one of the only things of value he had aside from martial arts; something he wasn't as good as the freaks of nature.
Drinking, swearing blame on the midget torch-haired alien and drowning himself in work was the only things that got him through life. That and his daughter making sure he kept sane or prevent from being completely miserable. Having encouraged her to find her path with them, he was proud to see how cheerful and happy she was, even showing off some new 'techniques' that her masters taught her. However the boyfriend was something he was against, not trusting someone who could be violent and dangerous to his baby girl.
Not like he could stop her now. Already fourteen years of age she was starting to enter the domain of womanhood, something he didn't prepare for himself. The fact of the matter she dragged his drunken form from the couch to the bed more often than he'd care to admit was a sign of this. She did her homework, trained and continued to astonish him just how strong she was becoming. Despite his own weakness he was proud to see his own child become more than he ever was.
"Not like I amounted to anything with fame and wealth when it was built on a lie," Mark thought to himself as he flipped another dozen burgers, frying in the humid hot climate that sweat him like a pig. He sighed as he looked at the clock in the kitchen and it read early noon. "At least here no one demands anything from me other than hard work. Best keep it that way, otherwise they'll hang me for sure!"
As he helped season the patties he just hoped his girl was doing okay on her own; at the very least far better than his lot in life was.
Videl sighed as she flopped onto her bed, exhausted from her own self regulation of training. Despite not being in contact with her masters she had determined to keep in shape. But what's worse is that within the year of Gohan moving in back with his mother and sister, their meetings became less frequent and more on occasion. Still, it didn't prevent them from fiddling with their cells, parroting each other with texts and calls whenever they had the chance.
Turning over on her back, the loose sheet of black hair matted the pillow as she looked up at the spinning fan. The flat popcorn white paint dotted her flat ceiling, her walls dominated by posters of historical martial artists that had come into the history of the world. There was even a customized frame of the Dragon Warriors lined up taken from a still of the salvaged footage of the Cell Games, something she cherished as she knew the truth as it was revealed.
Looking over at her desk with a mirror, she groaned at the pile of homework she still had yet to do. Problems like this didn't happen during Summer and school had been easier when she was younger. But now, she dreaded every assignment from her 'ruthless' school teachers.
"Might as well get to it," She bemoaned as she rolled off her bed into a all fours posture. Crawling lazily she pulled back her chair on wheels so she could clamber onto it. Pulling out a text book and then her own paper to work with it, she dedicated time on it for the next hour. The sound of her phone vibrating in her shorts pocket made her jolt and realize who it was.
Reaching down she fished it out and thumbed her screen over the Capsule product, revealing it as a text from Gohan. It showed a pic of toddler Goten riding on the Kintoun, hugging the cloud while laughing as her brother took the snapshot with his celluar camera. The sight made her gush and smile broadly, typing out her own response.
"Wish I was there. She looks like she's having a lot of fun with you," Videl murmured aloud her own text.
Waiting for a response, she got it in the form of her boyfriend making a raspberry emote with the text saying, ":P we can hang out this weekend, if your dad won't lock you up."
It was worth a small laugh as she typed up a response eagerly.
"It's not like us being together is big news. Despite his complaints, I think he's just happy that nothing outrageous has happened," She responded with a smile.
"If you say so," Gohan's text came back, followed up with an inquiry. "What are you up to?"
"Homework XP," She responded with a huff that blew her bangs up. "I don't know how you can breeze through school so easily."
"Mom never made it easy for me -_- and as a result, I've been molded into an unstoppable machine of scholastic proportions :U," He wittily retorted, enough to force a giggle sputter from her lips.
"Well, good or bad, I like the nerd in you as much as the fighter I know you are ;)," Videl flirted with a brazen smile while sighing happily.
"Thanks, I guess," Gohan replied, following with a closing. "Oh, I gotta go. Goten's flying a bit too high. Better stop her before she reaches the moon! XD"
"TTYL!" She finished with a happy exhale.
As she set her phone down, she'd feel her heart leap as a pair of familiar lithe hands wrap around her eyes. At this point she didn't even have to play along for the intruder had been at this for some time; whether she approved or not.
"Guess-"
"Mel," Videl grumbled with a scowl.
"AH! How did you know?!" The cyan tress girl replied as Videl spun on her chair around to face the Circle Agent.
Ever since the tenuous alliance was formed from the self proclaimed "guardians of earth" she had been intermittenly visiting her and from what she knew occasionally Gohan. Most of the time it was just to have some innocent fun, but some of the time she snuck in a kiss here and a grope there. Her agressive behavior mimicked her own but on a multiplied scale, something she wasn't used to being on the other end.
But given her own frustration with her school load, she didn't genuinely feel mad at her intrusion. She was a welcome distraction at best while a tolerated annoyance at worst. The beaming girl just smiled back at her with a look that looked deceivingly naive. Had Videl not known what she was like before this unorthodox relationship they have.
"Mel, it's not like I don't appreciate you coming to visit," The daughter of Mr. Satan began, rolling her eyes while making a tired smile. "But for once, can you use the front door like an ordinary person?"
"But, I'm not ordinary and neither are you. So why do we need doors?" Mellow Dee replied with a level of snark that complemented her grin.
Sighing the shoulder length raven haired student rubbed her face, "Listen, I got homework I have to finish. After this, we'll spar, train and hang for a little bit. Sound good?"
In not entirely unexpected move, Mel smoothly slid onto her lap, straddling it while staring oddly close. With a whisper that sounded almost fearful, she inquired with a lisp, "Do you promise?"
"Yes," Videl answered dryly.
"YAY!" Mel cheered with hands stretched towards the ceiling. "We're gonna have an AWESOME time today!"
"Yeah-Yeah, now can you-?" She began to urge until the girl's hands sifted through her scalp. Done in such a way that was pleasing as she stroked her digits through the luscious shampooed hair, she let out a shuddering breath. Looking up Mel smiled with parted lips, drifting closer till they joined with Videl's. Both of their eyes closed as lips joined and tongues circled in an intimate embrace followed by breathy moans, Videl acquiescing by rubbing Mel's curtain of hair covering her smooth covered back.
Releasing with a palpable smack, Mel winked at her as she hopped off and skipped away out of her bedroom's open window. Silently as she had come she disappeared, leaving the hot and bothered girl slapping herself on the cheeks.
"One of these days, I'm going to tell her no," She grumbled as she touched her lips, still feeling flushed from the intimacy shared. While by no means the same as when she kisses Gohan the spirit of friendliness was shared with a subtle desire. Huffing she set back to homework while shoving aside the image of the odd friend of hers out of her head so she could study. "One day..."
Piccolo had his work cut out for him.
Ever since Dende had returned from his expedition across the Earth he, along with Mr. Popo's help, determined to mold the next Guardian into a credible fighter. Starting basic with just increasing his endurance and through meditation exercises he'd forge him in the arts of Nail, Kami and the Demon that he had assimilated all into his fighting style. Currently watching Dende mature into a taller sprite person than he was the year before was something to admire, his steady growth nothing like his own rushed maturity when he reincarnated himself.
But while the young deity was busying himself in his breathing practice while focusing on growing his Ki through the mind, his teacher and predecessor blinked. He felt a distinctive pulse before it passed by his observation. Looking towards the blue canvas of the heavens he stared hard with a scrutinizing glare. When it didn't return he let out a shaky sigh.
"What's the matter, Piccolo?" Popo inquired when he noticed the green man's hands had yet to unclench.
"Sorry. It was...I think it was my imagination, playing up from old memory," He intoned with a forced sigh, his digits uncurling but still shaking. Such a distinctive Ki couldn't exist; not after what they went through to destroy it.
What broke his concentration especially was a pair of feet touching down on the Lookout. A mere glance allowed him to tell who it was. Now wrapped in form-fitting black latex with red lines framing it, the crimson waist-length curly haired Flare had arrived with an almost expectant look on her face. Turning from his disciple he crossed his arms and asked sternly.
"What do you want?"
"Tien Shinhan said he'd meet me here to do some training," Flare admitted forthright with her own hands resting on her hips. "Got a problem with that?"
"A truce doesn't mean I have to like you," Piccolo retorted with a snarl, turning his back to her. "And if you're looking for him, you're wasting your time. He entered the Time Chamber just a few minutes ago with Chaozu and the others."
"How long?"
"A day, I believe, so it'd be a year inside. They got something they need to get a hold of plus they want to raise their strength a bit higher," He answered in kind.
Hissing with displeasure, Flare rolled her eyes and promptly sat down cross-legged.
"You're going to wait a whole day?" The Former Guardian asked with a groan.
"I'm not just going to head back. I want to find out the keys to my own weaknesses. Once I exterminate them, I'll come back stronger and not even mister three eyes can look down at me. Again, got a problem with that?" She barked with a fiery look in her eyes.
"No. Just don't do anything stupid while you're here," The Namekian answered blankly, crossing his arms as he studied Dende's sweating expression. "Don't interrupt our training."
She scoffed but didn't move, something that made both parties equally uncomfortable. In the meantime, one could swear something in the faintest reaches of the horizon blinked, like an approaching star. As quickly as it appeared in their line of sight, it'd vanish and continue on its inevitable course.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?"
"Mom, it's fine," Trunks responded with a forced smile. "You should make your outing with dad and the little guy special. I'm just...well, its not the day for me to go out doing fun activities."
"But-"
"Oh let him sulk here," Vegeta scoffed with a dismissive gesture, a bag slung over his shoulder along with a host of other items underneath his free arm. Turning to look at him with a piercing gaze that made the man from the future grimace and turn away, he simply walked towards the door while toddler Trunks was held in Bulma's arms. "If he wants to stay put, let him. He's a man and if he makes choices we should let him."
Bulma recoiled at the harshness of his words, almost ready to spitfire her own choice verbal counterattack. When Trunks reached out to touch her shoulder she looked to see a sad, expectant look in his eyes.
"Today, I'm paying my respects to the place I'm from," He explained vaguely. "I'd rather do it alone when you aren't being sullied by my burdens."
"Oh," She whispered, holding up a confused looking Kid Trunks. Spreading a smile of her own she leaned in to give him a one armed hug while the child in her arms hugged around her future counterpart's middle. As they all exchanged a tender embrace, Vegeta impatiently tapping his foot. "Take care, alright?"
"Sure," Trunks murmured as they finally vacated from the premises, leaving him to sigh. Heading back the long lavender haired Saiyan trudged into his quarters and gathered the effects he wished to. Among of which in the box was a handful of flowers, each one a different color and type for the people he remembered most. Lifting it up, he'd feel a faint pulse and look towards the sky, disappearing as quickly as it came. Shaking his head he set out of the home to fulfill his own objective.
It had been a long day. The former World Champ had to pull double due to a no-show, both manning as a main chef while helping out as a server. He was beat but what he wanted wasn't simply rest; he wanted peace. For years he had put off this trip so when he was finally off, he called his daughter ahead of time to let him know that he wouldn't be home until late tonight. Thankfully given the weekend was tomorrow, he wouldn't need to head into work until later in the afternoon.
So his drive in the modest blue pick-up truck, his replacement for his prized "Satan Mobile," he headed out into the country. Hours of listening to country and the news as of late put him into a proper somber mood. By the time he arrived at the base of a mountain he found what he was looking for.
There after years of isolation and no upkeep, was his dojo, Satan's Castle. Despite the glamorous name it was merely a one-story structure made during a simpler time. Parking his car next to the meadow that was the acreage belonging to his name, he strode up in jeans and a burgundy t-shirt. He hadn't been this humbled since he first took up training under his Master, Zeus, who was the head of this acclaimed Devil Style. But after his subsequent death at the hands of a deadly assassin it had all but been abandoned by his top pupil and those who were being trained by him.
Doors were opened and he strode through what was once a bustling place of learning for children and young adults to maturing men. He found his talent for martial arts here, and where his life began. Amidst his fame he even found a lovely woman by the name of Miguel who had conceived her daughter. The tragedy of her being lost to childbirth had only spurred on his overprotective instincts to keep his only child safe. When he reached the old garden, now dominated by weeds and plants he didn't recognize, the bamboo irrigation had all but stopped its simplistic tune.
There, not but twenty meters away buried by a great oak tree, was where had laid his master. He loved martial arts even more than he did and was invested into Mark's future. The fact he was his father figure when he lacked one didn't leave his mind. Walking up to the simple stone with its name carved with its age beneath, a simple saying was written as his epitaph.
"Always dream big, but leave no regrets behind."
Mr. Satan, Hercule, whatever name Mark had adopted embodied that big dream he wanted to possess. Even when he won his own Tournament back in his prime, the man had always urged him to leave nothing for later and achieve ultimate happiness. The image of his smiling face even as he bled out on the floor when the murderer left him behind was burned into his mind. He lived his life just the way he wanted, and had defended his pride of the dojo with his life.
"Master," Mark choked, finding himself falling to his hands and knees before the gravestone, not even bothering to look up as the Sun began to dip into the horizon. A majestic orange-purple gleam peeled over the moutain, spilling into a beautiful luminous array of colors over his dojo and the resting place of his master. Tears slid down his face while he bunched up grass in his palms. "I...I was such a fool. I've lost so much and my dreams have slipped from my grasp. My wife, my fame, my dignity...my pride. I'm just a broken shell with nothing left to continue but I want to make things right. Please...please give me a sign. Show me how I can turn a new leaf! Anything, Master Zeus!"
As he shouted, a particularly bright light manifested in the heavens. Like a shooting star it swelled with luminous glow as it approached. A dull roar began to shriek as its momentum took it closer and closer to Mark's humble abode at the base of a mountain. What happened next caused the retired martial artist to reel with shock.
The fiery comet crashed through the top of the mountain, obliterating it with a slew of smaller molten fragments careening dangerously close to his humble abode. In the wind that blew past the tree and field he looked up to see the vague outline of something within the flames. Blinking with a hanging jaw, he knew what he saw with his own eyes couldn't be anything else.
It wasn't a falling star...but a spaceship!
Hitting the earth with a volatile blast that sent a mushroom cloud upward, he could feel the soil shake beneath his feet. Gulping as his ears stopped ringing, he turned to look at the gravestone and then back at the hazing trail in the sky towards its impact site. Grimacing with balled up fists, he wiped his eyes clean of tears and snot before heading out.
"I have a bad feeling about this. But if this is your sign, Master, I'll take it!" Mark's thoughts rang within his mind's ears as he took off towards his car.
As far as he could follow, the crashing transport had embedded itself within the valley beyond Mark's own dojo. He thanked the higher powers that the road was still capable of being navigated with his trusty pick-up. Swerving off-road he drove towards the thick dust cloud still hanging around the burning craft. While certainly not the largest thing he had seen, its shape looked alien in a familiar way.
Its nose was aimed upwards while the whole craft leaned at a forty five degree angle into a half buried crater. Cyllindrical in shape it reminded him of a beehive of sorts while holes and fiery exhaust leaked across its surface. Atmospheric entry scalded its paint job, leaving it a charred black with some mottled grey arounded the less affected areas.
As he approached it closer, he faintly saw a contorted body flattened underneath with a hand sticking out. Bloodied and twitching he could only feel sorry if it was a resident of the ship or that it was a careless traveler on the field.
Looking straight into a particularly warped entrance of the ship, he pried it open with great effort. Creaking open, he gaped at the sight of brutalized bodies and smashed consoles. But one seemed to be intact, lying around still present fluids that stained his ratted slacks boots and what looked like jewelry wrapped around his wrists to his neck.
"Is he human? No, if he's been on the ship he might be...errr, one of them," The Former Champ thought as he gawked at the form. From the way he looked the survivor was definitely knocked out cold.
Gulping he steeled himself for something akin to a horror flick as he precariously stepped in the leaning vessel. The whole craft groaned during his movements but didn't move much because of its lodged state.
Touching the man on the arm, he flinched back, eyes closed at an expected awakening. Nothing happened after a few seconds, then a few more. After half a minute passed he sighed with relief, feeling it was safe enough to move him.
Pushing him over onto his back, he had to hold him by the shoulders to keep from sliding into the earth filled cabin of smashed glass and debris. Looking at his face he could tell just from the expression he had a sad, passively pained expression on his visage.
"I wonder if he was imprisoned here or...uh...something happened to him," The afro human speculated, now fully committed in taking him from the crash site. Pulling him with several heaves he managed to transport him on his back. Despite his lanky build, his weight was enormous, only that he could attribute to his inhuman physiology. Skidding him to his vehicle, he was thankful that he had a flatbed devoid of personal effects.
With as much grace as a monkey, he clumsily fell onto his face when he relieved himself of the heavy man on the pick-up. Rising up, his eyes scoured the skies for anything that might hail down. Knowing the crazies living in his world, there'd be as likely an arrival of his 'friends' than government goons wanting to acquiesce the alien survivor. Thinking quick, he pulled out a tarp within the glove box and spread it over the muscular man of ragged regal apparel.
"Let's hope that holds until I get you back out of sight...and hopefully away from those other freaks till I figure out what the heck I'm doin'!" Mark announced to himself, getting into his vehicle before taking off. It'd a few hours before he'd arrive but he hoped the man would be awake around morning and able to communicate with him. Only a few minutes down the road did he feel sweat crawling down his face at the predicament he was now in. "Mr. Satan, what have you gotten yourself into now?! On a sign?! Oh man it's too late to pull out now. I hope if Master Zeus is seeing this from up high he's getting a good laugh, that bastard!"
In the wake of the erroneously named Hercule Satan's departure, mere minutes after the fact did a figure arrive. With a butch gel cut with thick shades and an angular jaw grimacing with disdain at his task, the loose muscle shirt with a jet black trench coat flourished about his powerful arms and jean covered legs with dark brown boots. Sighing he approached with a stalwart gait to the crash site.
"I'm here, given Edge's joined oblivion thanks to that witch's use of Entropy he can't do your dirty work-"
"Stop complaining, Trench, and get me results! I want to see what this craft has to offer; not to mention the Ki signature we felt was significant for an offworlder!" Doctor Halo reprimanded him from her lab, observing his progress via a window screen on her generously sized computer monitor. With an elated grin spread with rapt anticipation, Mr. Kneel simply leaned against an unoccupied cabinet with legs and arms crossed.
The boredom he felt could only be sympathized by the agent they sent out.
Wordlessly, the unique pair of optics introduced to Trench's choice of fashion analyzed everything in a wide range. Images were constantly copied with flashes of high definition pictures, taking up their specs and definitions on varying screens on her screen. Already enthralled by the non-Earth substances shown, Trench bent down before a wiggling hand where dried blood presided. When details came back, Halo gawked and Stephen almost fell off his leaning cabinet.
"Is that-"
"-Void?!"
"You must be confusing this hand for someone else's," Trench murmured, turning his gaze away, hoping what he saw wasn't real.
"It is him! The scans confirm it!" The scientist shouted in his earpiece much to his chagrin.
"How is his flesh visible? Wasn't he covered in that containment suit?" Mr. Kneel asked with a look of confusion.
"If he was really sent into space by Piccolo, as his battle synopsis reported, then it's possible he was destroyed on a level far beyond estimated resistance the fabric could regrow. I'm sure Shukun will be most displeased but, at least our asset has come back," Doctor Halo replied nonchalantly as she did hastily. Turning to look at the screen, seeing nothing but the distant horizon. Scowling she remarked to her field agent again. "Trench. Don't make me use your full name..."
Silence.
"Hanzo Yūgure!" Halo snapped, causing Trench's face to twitch and an unseen snarl formed. "Retrieve your comrade at once. This is a direct order from a superior!"
Sighing, Trench submitted with a roll of his eyes. Reaching down, he grasped the wrist and violently jerked it from beneath the hull of the ship. A collage of meat, tissue and bones with fragments of hair painted the soil behind him, with a casual toss of the hand joining the remains. An audible groan could be heard as seconds later, a sickening splurch of meat sewed itself back together along fresh skin and a high-fastened ponytail.
Silver eyes blinked and the naked man looked around. Standing upright, the muscular man was so alike to Shukun that the only thing he lacked was the mature expression passively worn on the Circle leader's face. A manic look entered silver-blue eyes while his face bore a broad grin of elation as he recognized his comrade who refused to look at him.
"TRENCHIE!" Void shouted as he leaped forward to glomp him. "YOU SAVED M-PH!"
"Put some damn clothes on, Void," Trench replied as his swiveled hand successfully backhanded into the stampeding face. Even as he collided onto the ground, ballooning sounds were heard as a body suit was manifested similar to the last one but wearing a pair of katanas crossed on his back with a pair of pistols on his hips. With his face out on the open, he grinned like a child as he squatted on his haunches to look up at the twitching bigger man. "It seems this craft has done more than simply crash off course."
"That's right! It saved me! Coincidence or sheer luck?! I think it's both, but who knows with where this story is going!" He shouted madly, with a familiar cackle that made the senior agent sigh.
"Hold it," Halo replied, her gaze locking onto something within the opening of the ship. Walking forward she tapped the screen where Stephen began to lean forward as well. With her enhanced digital reconstruction software, Trench could see what she digitally mapped out. DNA scans confirmed, Void put on a pair of faux 3-D glasses and saw what the big guy was seeing.
"HOLY SHIT, IT'S BROLY!" The white-haired man shouted with a reflexive leap back.
"That," The blonde bespectacled woman began to say with alarm filled eyes. "That doesn't make any sense. Your full report indicated he was shot into the depths of space. He shouldn't be...alive..."
"It seems this ship may have picked him up," Stephen stepped forward with his own hypothesis, cupping his chin while his elbow held with his free hand. "Out of the goodness of their hearts, or -more likely- they saw a specimen too rare to pass up. Saiyans are in few number. Even if they weren't all wiped out the only known ones are more than likely a few grains of sand in a wide cosmos. He could fetch a high bargain if sold on their version of the black market..."
"He either went on a psychological meltdown or found out about their plans. Either way, this ship seems more torn up from the inside from whatever FTL speeds they were moving at," The Circle's lead scientist analyzed as Trench did a preemptive sweep of the interior, careful to not upset the wreckage as it groaned with his every step. Void in the meanwhile just clung to the ceiling like an eerie spider, his hair hanging down like a cape of white. The doctor then looked back at Stephen with a visual look of distress. "Either way, Broly's not there which can only mean he's left or someone got to him before we did."
"No signs of being vaporized," Void answered over the comm, now possessing one of his own upon a driven thought. "Do you think a hot chick found him and took him to have a cliche adventure?"
"That's dumb."
"Not gonna lie, but I'd gag if that were the case."
"I won't argue with myself, haha!" He laughed to himself while Trench noticed faint hairs and skin particles left on the outer warped edges of the hull's breach.
"Who-...that can't be-"
"It is," Doctor Halo sighed with a pair of fingers massaging her temples. "It seems the disgraced champ got in our way. Trench, please be a dear and locate him-"
"No."
"No?!" She sputtered aloud with surprise.
"You want this ship and its data? Fine. You want me to play errand boy? Go find someone else or you can kiss this vessel goodbye," He snarled with audible annoyance. As if to prove his point, his Ki vented in the air already began to dissolve the foundation and equipment began dissolving into ash. Void already began scrambling for the exit, not wishing to be atomized by Trench's inevitable power unleashed.
"Alright! You win! Just s-stop!" The scientist pleaded over the comm, showing an immediate effect as the power began to diminish. Sighing with relief she followed up with a bitter tone. "I'll report this to Shukun, but I'll forget this rebellious incident this time. However, whatever happens from this point will be on your head."
"No it won't, doctor," Trench replied with a dark laugh, already busying himself with exiting the vessel while cutting the feed.
With a heavy sigh, Doctor Halo leaned against the desk of her computer. Looking over at Stephen with an intense glare, the man looked a bit unnerved; even moreso when she spoke her next words.
"It seems we'll need to put Daikon on a test run."
A/N: Aaaaaand here we are! The First Chapter of the Broly Arc. It's been a long time coming till we reached one of these kind of story lines. The only real definite change is how things will progress. Obviously if this was going to be a retelling of Second Coming, Broly would have smashed his way out of the ship and immediately gone on his rampage against every single person capable of fighting. However, things won't go exactly the way you expect.
Just a little use of reference material, my Broly hails from my other story, "The Legend of Broly," where it retells the prodigal Saiyan who was raised by Paragus. His life is wrought with great peril and dreams of grandeur. Not the happiest story but still one I take pride in writing. I may update that again later this month; trying to get that story completed within the Summer but no guarantees. But if you guys want to know how this Broly turned out in the past, that's a story I highly recommend viewing.
Other than that, thank Firegod00 for previewing this to help it get into shape.
As we approach this Arc we'll get some surprises. With Void back, how will he play a role in the story as it unfolds. Will Mark be bringing untold devastation to Orange Star City? How will the modified body of Raditz, now called Daikon, perform? Will the Dragon Warriors stop uncertain calamity? Find out, on the next chapter of The Vegeta Chronicles!
And now, response time to Reviewers!
The Anguished One: Exactly. Shukun isn't the most pacifistic or even nicest guy, but he genuinely wants peace and safety for Earth. He loves the world and its people; the last thing he desires is needless bloodshed. By allying himself with the Dragon Warriors he's gambling on the possibility of their unnatural potential and capabilities to tip the scales of fate in their favor. Expect to see more Circle characters interact in chapters to come with the main cast! :)
To answer your questions:
Firstly, all synthetic bodied individuals slain were not resurrected by Shukun. He can only return life to those who are genuinely alive. This means Ginyu, while a soul inside an Android's body, cannot be resuscitated. He's dead for good, as is Edge who was obliterated by the power of Maron's Entropy.
Ryukage knows about the Evil Containment Wave/Mafuba. Given his unnatural powers, it wouldn't work, though from his condition I'm not sure how much resistance he could have put up.
And lastly, I appreciate you being generous in awarding me praise despite the hiatus I put on this story. I'm glad to see the luster for this fic hasn't decreased too much. Hope you like what's around the corner and what's in this chapter ^^
Jason Kreuger Myers: Yeah, THAT Kaioshin taught him what he knew back then. Let's just say I kind of amped the Kais a bit and gave them a bit more relevance. When they show up in the story, expect them to do cool things.
Answer: I'm not sure about Demigra, but expect more off-source characters to make appearances in the future!
Yeah, they're allies. Not all friends, necessarily, but tenuous allies at best. Trench has no friends XD and Ryu just doesn't like socializing.
In case you didn't get Void's memo, it IS Broly -w- hope you like this Broly Arc that follows!
Mdhunter: Buu will definitely be on the hit list for our motley crew of heroes and anti-heroes. How different will that turn out, you'll have to wait around to see ;) Archon isn't meant to be compared to that Marvel monstrosity but I can see the comparison you'd make, haha! As for the new arrival, it is INDEED Broly. How will this Arc turn out?! I'm excited to see what comes next and I hope you are too!
As for the future of this series, just wait and I endeavor to surprise you pleasantly ;)
ShadowLDrago: Yes, I had to do that technique, if only to give something new to Piccolo XD
And lol yes, Goten IS a girl -w-
GodzillaFollower1998: This is the main theme for VC. Character development. Something that the overall series clearly lacked across the board (along with a host of other issues but that's neither here nor there). I want Vegeta to genuinely become sobered and more mature by the time Goku comes back and Buu is the antagonist. Instead of being on this regressed ego trip, he'll actually make motivations of his own and choices leaning towards a more developed persona instead of one that constantly bounces back and forth in the narrative.
MalikJamalTimberlake: LOL I can't read all of your text, but I can at least understand what you mean. Vegeta lost, yes, because of inexperience with this new form he brought out through sheer will. A year has passed so he likely knows the limitations and has a better grasp over this form. With more time he may be able to perfect it like he did with his "Super Vegeta" form.
Also, Shukun doesn't reverse time nor is his master Whis. He was mentored by the Kaioshin long ago, and the Kais as we know govenr life over the Universe. They are creators above all other things, thus he has learned to use that power for his own means.
Glad you're excited regardless. I'll take what you've said into consideration for the future ^^ hope you liked this chapter too!
SinisterofRAGE: Yes, Super Saiyan 3 (while not my original idea) is definitely something I settled on being happy with him pulling off. It shows his accomplishments and the status of badass is more firmly set when he's able to tangle with the big bad. Sure he lost, but his effort awarded him a ceasefire for the rest of his "allies" and the sake of his family.
Definitely going to take a gander when I have the opportunity at that story. I'm always up for a good Vegeta story ;)
As for the continuation of this story's lore and expanding universe, I hope you like what comes next in the near future. Trust me, it's going to be a doozy when we get to it! :)
Anonymous: Glad you're hyped for the series :D and yeah, I tried to make Vegeta go in the direction of being a good father and husband. His development among others is KI (HA!) for this story, beyond any cool fights and expanding lore. Hope to see you in the next Review ;)
And that's it guys. See you all on the next update!