It was another busy shift for one Mark. Customers came in by the dozens, overpopulating their small business and given them a run for their money. Complaints, issues and issues came up one after another. The mental stress taxing him was one thing but he had to resist punching several patrons in the face for their rudeness or crass tongue used around other more respectable restaurant goers. Still, it was by some miracle he made it through the day, feeling more tired than he ought to be.

But he still made haste back home, feeling obligated to spend time there taking care of their new house guest.

Driving back, he noticed after a particular turn that it was particularly backed up. Despite a few adamant honks, he heard a crescendo of similar sounds while passengers began getting out of their cars. Blinking, he got out of his own truck and gaped at the horizon; straight where he presided in. A large cloud of smoke billowed up into the air, as if an explosion had blown open a gas station. Directing his eyes towards the distance he gaped at a site made not but two dozen meters away from where the traffic halted...and where civilization ended in the dip of a smoldering crater along with a good number of residences as well.

"Videl," The former champ swallowed his throat, eyes darting around as he let out a panicked shout. "VIDEL! WHERE ARE YA?!"

But no one came from the crowd. No voice answered him. Shaking as he got back into his car, his head fell onto the steering wheel and tears formed in his closed eyes. For the first time in years, he felt true despair.

"Please be alright...please be alright," He prayed to whatever higher power was to be.

Chapter 27 - Battle Scars

It was a lot for Goku to take in. Not that he was too dense to understand, only social practices and basic etiquette slipped past this fighting prodigy. No, what he had trouble getting over was the fact there was a human organization watching them from the shadows for years. Unlike some who'd be mad at the thought of them sitting back and surveying their every struggle, he was more in awe at one particular piece of news.

"A new form of Super Saiyan?" He inquired, blinking as his son nodded with affirmation. Looking over at his solemn rival who had finished feasting, he turned back to ask his son a bit more quietly. "And Vegeta didn't defeat him?"

"No, but I'm sure he gave it his all."

"Amazing," Goku chuckled, turning to look over at the torch haired prince with a big grin. "I knew that I could feel your Ki from the Afterlife, but I didn't know why. You pumped out a ridiculous amount of power, ya know?"

"Tch, its drawbacks are considerable enough that I don't intend to use it unless I have to," Vegeta admitted with a scoff, turning to look at the Turtle Schooler with arms crossed. "It's power is intoxicating but burns through it far more quickly than your Kaioken ever did. It leaves you completely exposed if you didn't finish your enemy off before it runs out of juice."

"It's a good thing that this Shukun guy had a change of heart and spared you, isn't it?" Bulma asked with a teasing smile.

"S-Shut up!" Vegeta fought off a flush coming to his face as he turned to look away.

"I'm more amazed that he could verify the claims of being trained by the Kaioshin," Aosai commented as she soaked in the myriad of details this 'Inner Circle' had been explained. Leaning back into her seat she looked up at the ceiling while Pikkon seemed disturbingly silent. Turning to look at the frog-faced compatriot, she asked with a tilt of her head. "Have you ever heard of a Kaioshin training a mortal?"

"No I have not," He replied bluntly. "Only the Kais have ever taken chosen few both in life and death to train as their hands in creation. I've never heard of the Lord of Creators personally taking an interest in any single sentient being under his wing."

"This Archon sounds like business," Goku stroked his chin with a furrowed brow. "Guess this means there'll never be an end to my training.

"But that can wait until later," He finished with a broad grin, placing his hands on his hips as he looked to his wife and kids. "I'm home now, and there's a lot of catching up I need to do with my family."

Smiling brightly, Gohan couldn't help but speak with a childish laugh, "It's good to have you back!"

Vegeta himself was suddenly assailed by his wife from behind, her arms wrapping around his neck while she pecked playfully on his cheek. Grimacing at the public display of affection, he flushed brighter red as he tried to feign resistance. Between the romantic advances of Bulma next to Goku's sappy talk with his own mate and children, he inwardly hoped for a distraction to relieve himself of the awkward atmosphere.

It wasn't until a sudden pulse emanating from afar that made his eyes widen in sync with Goku and Gohan's, followed with looks of realization.

"This Ki...!"

"...it's-"

"BROLY?!" Goku finished after Vegeta and Gohan as his own complexion changed to a mixture of shock and elation.

"What's a Broly?" Aosai inquired with genuine curiosity, earning a host of nervous glances with some vague remembrance from the pair of mothers.

"An old Saiyan with dreams of grandeur challenged me against his son," Vegeta explained, his expression mixed with a grimace and a stony stoic glare aimed at the Herasian. "He was a programmed weapon, aimed with the sole intent of wiping out those who would 'usurp' his rightful place. It was all a facade, merely a means to fulfill a broken man's dream of revenge through a husk of a son."

"He was really strong," Goku blinked, still feeling the Ki from the distance. "But not THIS strong. I don't even know if he's transformed yet or not..."

"As strong as he is, his fighting prowess with a clear mind was on another level," Gohan remembered with a shiver, briefly envisioning the hulking monster while also seeing the style of combat he shifted dramatically with a flip of his sanity. "I barely could hold him off before we all managed to drive him into a corner and shoot him into space. I didn't want to hurt him but he left us no choice...but if he survived that, and has returned..."

"Then he's come for revenge," Pikkon finished with an almost exasperated tone followed by a roll of the eyes with a snort. "You Saiyans are such a troublesome lot. It may have been a blessing in disguise for most of them to be wiped out."

"Freeza's meddling was what brought Broly into existence," Vegeta argued with a stare aimed at the amphibious Other Worlder. "If he hadn't destroyed our planet, he'd never have been channeled into a Super Saiyan. At least, that's what his senile father said and that's all I have to explain that mad freak of nature."

"We should go check it out, before he deals any damage to the rest of the Earth," Goku acknowledged with a serious expression. "And we should also find out what that other Ki is."

"Oh NO you don't!" Chi-Chi and Bulma seemed to gravitate to their families on instinct. While Chi-Chi got up into a suddenly apprehensive Goku, Vegeta simply diverted his visual gaze to another direction while grumbling. Both younger kids along with Gohan could only look on with hesitation.

"Woman, if this is about the vacation, I can come back straight afterwards," The Prince tried to persuade her, much to the woman's chagrin.

"We hardly spend time out like this, and I'm not wasting money that you don't deserve or care for. We ARE staying."

"Yes! We don't have millions of Zeni to spend and I wanted this outing to be special for us as a family. I love it that you wanted to surprise us but please don't think about abandoning us just to go fight," Chi-Chi mixed pleading with big eyes within her stern tone, something that made Goku look sullen.

"Well," Gohan tried to intervene, looking back at both his mother and Bulma as they intensely stared at him. Smiling with a nervous expression, he offered with a raised hand. "I could go. Between Trunks and I, we can handle it ourselves, especially with how much stronger we've gotten."

"No need," The Herasian Warrior spoke aloud as she stood up, mirrored by Pikkon's far calmer rise to his feet. "We're just guests here, and only stayed with Goku till he reunited with his family. We shall handle the problem and return another time. I'll make sure to inform you if the situation escalates, but please, don't fret yourselves over an issue we can solve."

"Oh...well, if you guys think you can handle it, I'm okay with it," Goku replied, hiding the slight melancholy of missing a rematch with the offworld Saiyan. Vegeta responded with a gruff sigh as he relented himself.

"We're counting on you!" Gohan exclaimed with a pointed thumb's up.

Nodding, Aosai gestured her head towards the other Galactic Champion. In an instant, they'd flicker out of sight, and leave the families back to communing with one another. Aside from Broly, Vegeta was maddeningly curious how strong the other two were.

Shaking his head, he knew he'd get the chance...and if Broly was defeated by anybody other than him, he wasn't worth the grand return everyone was surely making a fuss over.

"He's alive?!" Piccolo incredulously shouted from atop the Lookout.

"That Ki seemed so small when I felt the blip," Flare replied, her squatting frame now upright as her fiery eyes glared towards the Earth below. "But this is bad...he's certainly stronger than triclops is."

"And that's only the tip of the iceberg," He snarled with a tooth grinding growl coming from his throat.

"Wait," The red-headed pyro-user narrowed her eyes as she felt something underneath the energy that was the space-faring warrior. "no...it can't be! Did the Doc lose her marbles?!"

"Now that you mention it, I feel another energy as well. Who's fighting him?!"

"That's Daikon," The Circle Agent replied with sweat beginning to bead off her brow. "Shit, this isn't good..."

"Typical how the others aren't moving in yet, and instead gawking at the power they're feeling," The Former Guardian turned to look around the Lookout, noticing its vacancy of anyone else presiding on it. "Tch, the others aren't out of the Chamber yet and Dende's probably still resting from our last training session. Looks like it's up to us."

"Who said I was coming with you?"

"If you want to stay, that's just fine," The Namekian bruskly dismissed her as he grasped his turban and cloak weights, tossing them in a single motion off the edge of the Lookout. When a sizable shockwave thundered the forest below, he stretched his now free body before powering up a prominent transparent aura of Ki around himself. Cocking a grin at her, he devilishly commented. "It's fine to be scared."

Blasting away with a wind buckling thuum, Flare was left beside herself. She steamed before becoming alight in flames, her scream made aloud as she followed the Namekian's glowing trail, "I'M NOT SCARED! TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID YOU BIPEDAL SLUG!"

"Big talk coming from a bipedal bitch!"

"I WILL END YOU!"

"Greater fighters than you have tried," Piccolo laughed, encouraging her to fits of verbal frothing anger. Returning his focus on the fight he felt a chill undergo his spine. A particular energy felt low, and it was all too familiar. With a grimacing expression his teeth bared as he powered forth. "Hold on, Videl! I'm coming!"

Trunks had fallen asleep against the tree. Asleep his mind wandered and he hadn't realized that he fell unconscious next to the memorial site. There he set up a plaque made out of the shard of metal from his demolished time machine; the words "HOPE!" still visibly etched on the charred metal. Thrashing about in his sleep, he woke up in a cold sweat when he felt an ominous energy emerge upon the edge of his senses.

"Broly," Trunks gasped, his eyes alert as he turned to look at the skyline. No longer crystal blue, it was now dark and stormy. Within the canopy of the atmosphere he felt energies clash and the one that stood out the most was the Saiyan berserker from that one contact they had years ago. "So, I wasn't imagining things. You've really returned..."

Rising up, the ponytail trench coat wearing Saiyan hybrid sprinted away from the area so not to disturb it, he rose up in a sonic boom of force.

"...I won't need father or Gohan. I'll take care of this monster myself!"

Videl had become irritated by how closed off this Broly had become. She wanted to know what was eating him up inside, she could tell; womanly intuition she claimed to have. So after finish stewing to herself upon cleaning breakfast off the table, she crept up to her bedroom. Opening the door she caught him in what she could only assume was a meditation stance.

Inhaling deeply and raggedly exhaling, the muscular Saiyan perspired as his eyes clenched and brows furrowed behind the closed lids. His hands balled up into fists before relaxing; a reoccurring means of subduing stress. She had been taught the necessity of promoting one with the mind as much as strengthening the body with Piccolo and Roshi, but she never saw so much outward turmoil being expressed.

Beyond the stone cold exterior he put up was someone who desperately needing aid of some kind. The fact how surprised he looked when she was greeting him with a smile and giving him food wasn't lost on her. He probably hadn't had a nice warm meal and a comfortable bed to sleep on in years. It saddened her yet also made her even more curious.

Tip-toeing in, she squatted herself in front of her bed so she'd be facing him. After a few minutes passed he let out one last sigh and seemed to have calmed once more. Reopening his onyx eyes to meet hers, he made an expression showing his mirth at her presence.

"What did I just-?"

"Were you meditating just now?" Videl timely interrupted, causing him to grunt and roll his eyes with a snort.

"You're not as slow as you look," He murmured, causing her to glare at the jab. Managing a half smile for a second, he stoically stared her down with a timely reply. "Yes. My mind has been...it's not as sound as it once was. I used to perform these rituals before but after a mission I...I wasn't myself anymore."

"Are you from the nut house?"

"I don't understand that Earthling term-"

"It means, are you crazy?" Videl exaggeratively circled a finger around an ear while making a funny face. Seeing that he was clearly not amused, she cleared her throat and asked more sincerely. "Well? Are you insane? Am I in danger of being strangled or-"

"It's not that simple," Broly explained, looking towards the outside. He noticed the cars moving by on occasion as well as a handful of peaceful looking animals going about their day. "Since birth I've been exposed to tragedy and trauma in equal measure beyond what any child of my race has been witnessed to. Either that or it's because of my heritage that I become easily agitated...or aggressive when it comes to my emotions in a battle or a mentally precarious situation."

"What caused this?" She leaned forward, instantly enamored by this tale he wove before her. Seeing the look of pain flash before his eyes, he did not turn and did not speak when she asked. Tilting her head she inquired again. "Well-?"

"My mother," He replied hoarsely, a tear already flowing down his cheek as his eyes closed. Even as Videl lost the ability to speak, he continued, feeling compelled to tell somebody this sin, the scar buried in his heart. "I killed her...my first loss of control...and I watched her die, smiling that I survived. Then I watched my entire planet erupt into fire, on the verge of being outright destroyed. My mind went blank and I can't remember what happened. I came to and later was told by my father I transformed into the legend and saved us both. A legend that is my curse to bear.

"Power isn't something you should be born with. Saiyans, true warriors, earn it through blood sweat and tears. Instead of becoming a warrior, I became a monster. Every fight there's this urge to bring out this beast within me that wishes to tear apart and reduce to ash anything worth conquering. It's pure unadulterated violence and I relish it every time before surrendering my will to it; it's only when I return to my self do I realize the horrors I've wrought.

"I," He paused, looking over at Videl as she looked on with a mixture of wariness and uncertainty at him. But it wasn't fear or hate so he felt slight relief. A downtrodden look entered his eyes as he looked down at his lap, hands clenching his knees. "I don't know why I told you that."

"I'm glad you did," Videl replied, if not a bit too hastily. A sheepish grin entered her face as he looked up at her with stark confusion. "I mean...I still feel a little cautious being around a guy who has a berserker high complex. But hey, my dad is a retired glory hog who had a compulsion to lie, my boyfriend is socially awkward and the Saiyan I know is insecure about his own worth. Trust me, we all have issues, I'm just glad you had the nerve to tell little ol' me about it."

"I...I don't know what to say," Broly answered with a flabbergasted set of blinks.

"Why not say thank you?" She asked coyly with a flashing smile.

"Uh...thank you?" He replied with uncertainty.

"HA! That's better!" Videl laughed as she slapped one knee.

Palming his face he couldn't help but let out a groan. How any Saiyan could procreate with such a frustrating race's women was beyond his understanding. He mused and wondered if his own mother had been like that-

A sudden pulse followed by a high pitched whistle that rattled the house's foundations along with the entire city block made the two sit up alert. A flash of red-white light elapsed over the window, making Broly's eyes widen. He tried to sit up, but was pulled off the bed and thrown to the floor. Before his gaze met Videl's strong blue orbs, his entire field of vision vanished in a fiery flash within a deafening explosion.

"Target hit," Daikon audibly confirmed, the earpiece blinking to confirm he was being communicated with. As the mushroom cloud formed within the fiery crater that was once landscape "Collateral minimized. Ki low on target, pending for instructions."

"Excellent work, Daikon! Now, descend to impact site to ensure he's on the verge of death," Doctor Halo instructed, enabled to see what he did from the bio-cameras she installed into his retinas. Once he touched down upon ashen earth where the crater was deepest, where tongues of flame still danced, they noticed a lithe body having a burned back and arms exposed. After a thorough scan, she realized aloud. "That's Videl, daughter of Mr. Sata-Mark, the ex-champ. What the Hell was she doing here?!"

"She's lying prostrate over the target," Daikon notified her to which she saw amidst the scan. "Ki levels are stabilizing for target. Permission to fire through the meat shield?"

"The wha-? No, belay that-!"

Before she got a chance to confirm the order or the strange phrasing the bio-warrior made, movement transcended her reaction timing. A muscular arm surged out of the debris sand, palming the air and releasing an invisible wave of force that'd send Daikon reeling upward into the sky. As he'd incline, another arm delicately wrapped around the injured waistline, rising up and booming out of the site away from the city. Once the Cyborg Saiyan acclimated himself properly, his enhanced optics engaged the fleeing enemy with the unconscious girl underarm.

"Target is escaping with the disposable bystander," He curbed with a sneer, emotion leaking out of the usually monotone speech. "Permission to disintegrate."

"Leave the girl out of this, Daikon, that is an order," The Doctor urged with her hands sweating at the console's keyboard. "Kill Broly but minimize collateral damage, is that understood?"

A grunt was heard before the bio-warrior resumed chase.

Soaring across the skyline like a fighter jet, he'd part the clouds with his zooming velocity, expertly disguising his Ki at a level hard to be detected by the other fighters on this world. With West City being long abandoned they flew east over the continent, with the former Saiyan Elite homing his enhanced vision to lock onto Broly's retreating frame. A smile of decadence entered his visage as he'd evaporate from the skyline, rapidly closing the distance between himself and the target.

Appearing in an instant that made the fleeing target's eyes widen with a slow tilt of the head looking over his shoulder, Daikon grasped his scalp. A vicious yank pulled him into a spine crashing punch that knocked the wind out of him followed with a dropping slam of his head straight into the earthen soil. With his arms cradling the incapacitated Videl to brace herself against further harm, he took the whole of the trench grinding plow his attacker gave him as he let out a wild cackle.

"What's wrong? It's no fun if you don't fight back!" Daikon yelled aloud, much to the Doctor's alarm. Throttling forward, he'd transmission instantly in front of the reeling burly fighter and land a kick to his cranium, flipping upwards with a pained look on his face. Pulling back a crimson embroiled wave of energy into a fist, Broly only had a second to react by twisting his frame so his side was hit and not the girl he was holding. "Taking the blow for that collateral trash?! You're nothing like I've been told about, Legendary Super Saiyan!"

Blown across a hill side by the punch, his burly frame obliterated rising hill after rocky terrain. Eventually he'd smash into the flat of a plateau amidst a canyon of disheveled sediment and minerals. Grunting, his field of vision spun and a trickle of blood slid down from the corner of his jaw to drip off his chin. Hearing the rasping breathing of the unconscious Videl was the only thing keeping him from abandoning the waking world himself.

Seeing the cruelly smiling cybernetic Saiyan approach with a tauntingly slow stride, made his teeth ground together. Images of the murderous kin that beat his mother in front of his infant eyes returned in a haze of images. His head twisted and turned, his body shaking as the present collided with the past. Snarls became growls and then as the bio-warrior was only a handful feet away, throwing a punch, it became a guttural howl.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Broly shouted as a translucent wave of golden light shot forth from his body, bulking up the slender tall Saiyan into an even more muscular force to be reckoned with. Eyes turned blue and golden hair became spiked curtain of yellow, the energy he produced became a molten flame that atomized the rockbed near him and his back ridden wall. Even Daikon's punch was deflected by the sheer ferocity of his generated Ki, something his bulging eyes confirmed as his heels skid for over a dozen meters with arms raised defensively against the column of light that shot into the sky and spiraled forth a chaotic storm.

"Target has increased power by ten fold," The bio-warrior declared with eyes amassing data through the visible HUD that the Doctor could analyze. "Adapting accordingly."

"This is what you're created and trained for, Daikon. Do not falter."

"I wasn't planning on it," The Saiyan formerly known as Raditz retorted as a wicked grin stretched and his body erupted into a violet-white aura that cracked the earth and spiraled the air around him. When he saw Broly set down Videl and seem to erect a small dome of Ki around her, he could only spit. "Still protecting that garbage?! You really have gotten soft, Saiyan scum!"

It was between the last two words that Broly's Ki spiked further than what was analyzed; the instant that allowed Daikon's spit to spew out of his mouth when a lightning crash of knuckles slammed into his abdomen.

"GAUGH!" He gargled as he'd be sent back like a bullet from a rail gun, streaking away from the canyon and out towards the open crater marked fields. His momentum halted when he'd feel an eruption of pain from a opposing motioned lariat he dished out with one large arm. The long haired cyborg turned and saw as he keeled forward a swinging knee slam straight into his face, breaking his nose and several of his teeth followed by an additional uppercut that'd shatter his jaw and send him hurtling straight into the sky. Even as he spat blood, he was unprepared for the wordless assault from the enraged Super Saiyan continued to hurtle at him, sending him around the thunder clouds like thunderclaps of electrified Ki blasts.

"Dammit! Daikon, respond! Dai-KRRRK!" Doctor Halo's dialogue fiercely cut off when a particular shockwave shorted her audio link.

"Adaption commenc-NGH!" The Saiya-borg began to verbalize when he felt the full weight of palm heel thrust into his sternum, cracking his ribs in synchronous motion. Wheezing he felt a merciless hand grapple his neck, holding him nearly limp in the air as Broly's eyes bore his grimacing stare. Blood bubbled up from his mouth and splattered over the Pure Blood Saiyan's wrist, his ragged apparel rippling over his humming aura that pulsed like a star around his imposing form.

"~You Saiyans are all like the rest. Blood thirsty, cruel and without care to what you damage you incur to others," Broly rattled out in his native tongue, guttural and full of snarls as he continued to squeeze his hand around his neck. "~No one will mourn your passing!"

His complete eradication came to a halt when a familiar Ki approached him from behind. Halting in a audible whine of deceleration, he looked over his shoulder to see a long lavender haired man. He was much older but there was no denying the memory of Vegeta's son; dressed in a black coat with white capsule lettering with a simple tee and cargo pants accompanied by buckle belt and strap-on boots, his eyes bore into his with an old intensity he hadn't felt for a long while.

"This Saiyan attacked me," The Super Saiyan simply explained, having little patience to make a lengthy discussion how he was bombed out of his benefactor's home. "Leave me to exact the price of such an occurrence."

"You won't have your way! HA!" Trunks declared with a yell, his body encompassed with a streak of gold that made his hair spike around his head in a parting wave of mane. His ponytail glistened with a similar hue but didn't release outright, merely whipping about with his coat. His pupils were overcome by the glowing emerald-blue orbs that stood out amidst his own competent aura.

Charging forward, Broly huffed his own tongue under his breath, "~Have it your way, halfling!~"

With speed surprising the Saiyan hybrid, he felt himself get crashed into Daikon's body, used like a crude sentient club to fly back a fair distance. When the bio-warrior's body was sent jettisoning down below in an emerald orb of light that exploded into the planet's surface below, Broly turned his attention to the mutual Super Saiyan. Rolling his neck side to side he raised his hands up in thumb folded palms, bending his knees and keeping them perpindicularly crossed at a few inches space between each other.

Grunting, Trunks flew forth with an arm encased with pulsing yellow light. Throwing his left arm forth as a brace against Broly's immediate defense of a swiping palm, he thrust his energy embroiled right to mightily strike his enemy. When he witnessed the larger Saiyan spin around and tilt his charging appendage with another well timed palm thrust, he felt his own momentum fueled into his opponent's snap kick into the chest. As he reeled, wrist clasped fists impacted into his face, making his head and upper body snap back through the air.

Before he could fully recover, Broly grasped his retreating ankles and powered down towards the earth. A loud yell followed with a back smack into the earth, denting it with a buffeting wave of kinetic energy. After a handful of seconds passed, the larger of the battling Super Saiyans felt a surprising blast of energy emit from his feet, sending him reeling back for a sizable distance. As vapor dissipated from the shot, barely a scuff resembled sight of the attack's worth.

Flipping back onto his feet, Trunks surged one splayed hand forth and released his God Breaker in a straight beam of condensed power. As it surged towards the opposing warrior he witnessed him clench a palm into a fist and strike it directly. Making contact, it discharged a volatile wave of explosive Ki straight back at Trunks. Creating an envelope of energy to defend against the counterattack, he was blinded by the flames that swept past him and scarred the land.

When the son of Vegeta generated an aura popping Kiai to wipe away the obscuring energy, Broly descended from above with a sledgehammer move that struck him on the back of the head. Knocked to his hands and feet, he pushed himself in a bodily spin to avoid a Wrecker Shot the opposing Saiyan intended on slamming into his backside. Instead, it looped around and guided towards his standing posture; it was countered by a piercing one handed Masenko, detonating it between the pair, leaving both glaring between the fiery distance for a moment.

"To think you're able to take so much damage in stride," Broly intoned with a predatory turn to circle his enemy, hands crackling digits one at a time as a means of threatening the younger Saiyan halfbreed. "You've certainly grown, spawn of Vegeta. I could compare you to that son of Kakarot who held his own against me. But I've grown as well."

"Here I thought there wasn't anymore Saiyans that could give me a challenge, then you show up," Trunks sneered, ignited his power once more to thrum violently around him. "I haven't even begun to tap into my greatest power!"

"That's what your father said," Broly added with a dark smile. "And I made the proud prince regret his words. What does the half breed have now?"

"He's got us!"

Broly's smile disappeared as he saw a pair of figures drop to Trunks' right followed by two more to his left. He recognized the Namekian instantly, a thorn in his side and as tenaciously durable as Kakarot was. He didn't recognize the burning woman that defused into that of a human with competently high power. She possessed black leather gloves that reached up to her biceps and triceps, leaving her abdomen and lower back exposed with a dark corset holding her cleavage revealing bosom in place with fastened dark leggings to her boots. Sun colored hair longer than even the Super Saiyan's reaching to her ankles and emerald eyes shining radiantly from her fair skinned appearance.

But the pair on the child of Vegeta's left were total strangers.

One with an amphibious bipedal structure in humbled martial apparel with a halo hovering above his cone head piece. The other was an attractive woman not of earth with curled orange hair that was lifted in an arching ponytail that allowed it to caress the back of her waist, possessing a red banded bosom underneath an unbuttoned dark jacket letting her naked abdomen trail to a crimson highlighted v-skirt wrapped around her dark leggings to golden trimmed boots.

"Here I thought I was rid of you for good, and now you come back with a vengeance," Piccolo snarled as he assumed his Demon Path stance. Briefly he observed the surroundings for the other Ki he had felt, and found it to not be near. Glaring forth he nearly shouted outright. "Where is she?!"

For a moment, the fearsome berserker didn't respond. It was only when he thought of his benefactor's daughter did his countenance falter for a moment and then became stoic. Closing his eyes he exhaled, "If she remains where she is, she will not fall from her injuries. She needlessly endangered herself on my account; it boggles my mind that anyone would."

"Who are you talking about?" Trunks inquired with a confused turn of his head back and forth between the pair.

"I felt Videl's Ki get dangerously low," The Namekian explained while keeping his stance, not lowering his guard for anything. "It sounds like she was protecting him from someone. I don't know who, but the secondary Ki doesn't seem to be anywhere near here."

"Wait, does he mean that long-haired guy?" Trunks thought aloud as he looked back at the visibly twitching Broly, annoyed at so much small talk.

"I sense a far more malicious energy nearby," Pikkon huffed, arms at his sides with hands balling up into fists. "And it's growing in strength."

"I feel it too," Aosai nodded with affirmation.

Before Broly thought to cease their rambling, he felt the sinister power they spoke up appear from behind. Having the presence of mind to react, he twisted around and crossed his arms, blocking a punch that sent him flying backwards like a rocket. The air pressure tearing from his retreat was so great that it bowled over Trunks and sent the other four reeling backwards. Even as the young Saiyan hybrid landed a few dozen meters away, Broly impacted the earth a good kilometer away.

"So many new faces," Daikon announced, causing Piccolo's blood to chill even as he struggled to stand upright. Eyes widened and his mouth gaped at the sight. There, covered in marred muscle defining body suit was the long haired Saiyan harbinger that set his life into motion. There in the flesh was his oldest adversary that hailed from the stars, Raditz. Seeing Piccolo's reaction only served to spread the dark smile on the cybernetically revived being. "Oh look, it's the Namekian. I remember the hole you punched through my chest. Yes, all too well in fact."

"Daikon," Flare interrupted any retort Piccolo may have had in mind, stepping forward with a nervous yet imperative expression. "Why are you out here? Surely the Doctor hasn't lost her sanity and sent you after the Super Saiyan?"

"She's retained mental faculties but she most assured tasked me with that berserker's death," The programmed Saiyan replied with a recycled monotone, only being exchanged for a cruel tone that the emerald skinned warrior listening in was all too familiar with. "However, what she's failed to realize is that I am still me. This new body has done nothing but make me infinitely stronger. Day by day I've followed protocol and obey their every whim, but now? Thanks to that latest scuffle, the pain I've endured and the damage I've been dealt granted me near complete individuality. The Saiyan Elite has been reborn!"

To emphasize the point made, he generated a deep purple aura, opaquing his body as it darkened the sky and splintered the soil beneath his feet. The plains quaked and his visage became that of a truly twisted vision of evil. Even as Flare stepped back with a fearful expression, she saw a hand reaching up to grasp an ear piece embedded in his left ear. Yanking it out, faint shouts from the doctor could be heard by the Namekian as he crushed it to dust and let it sprinkle onto the ground near him.

"I'll make sure to thank that piece of filth for helping free me of the last of my shackles," The Reborn Raditz replied as he rolled his neck side to side, taking a step forward with closed fists. "After I kill him! Don't worry; you'll be next, Namekian."

"Tch, today just got a lot more difficult," The former Guardian replied as his Ki ignited around his body. Trunks quickly returned to his side, his own aura intensifying while Pikkon and Aosai looked on with far more tempered glances. Flare, too terrified to move, simply swallowed with indecision as she looked at each of them with wariness.

"I've got to inform the others," Flare thought as a shaky hand reached up to help focus on telepathy. "They won't like it, but a threat this big can't be left unnoticed!"

A sudden explosion of force followed by the shocked gazes of both Piccolo and Trunks as the acclaimed Daikon slipped past their senses. Flare's body was lifted up by her waist, a fist thrusting her upwards like a catapult. Blood and bile spewed out of her mouth as she felt herself launched towards the atmosphere. A violet beam lanced towards her, making her pain spasming frame flinch at the inevitable end.

Witnessing the light bend away, soaring past her scope of vision, a instantly appearing figure grappeled her in the sky and halted her ascension. Coughing she looked around and saw the Namekian's hard eyes bore into hers, making her feel instantly ashamed.

"Please let me go," A hoarse whisper came from Flare as she turned to look down.

"If you insist," The green skinned fighter released her nonchalantly, watching her fall a good distance before she was able to right herself up. Sighing he lowered down and inquired with a dry tone. "How do you feel? That punch sent Broly flying, and he managed to block it. Can't imagine you feel too good right now-"

"Shut it, asshole!" Flare sneered, visibly sweating at the pain she was suppressing. "I need to contact my bosses! I think Daikon caught wind of my plan and went out of his way to kill me. I can barely move now and I think he broke a few of my ribs, if not caused internal bleeding."

"Terrific."

"Oh indeed," A guttural laugh followed chilling words that made both of them jerk and turn around. There hovered Raditz, grinning with arms crossed as he eyed the both of them. "I can't have you tattling; that wouldn't be fun, would it?"

Igniting into her fiery body, she unleashed a wall of energy burning flames in her reaction to the cybernetically enhanced menace with both hands aiming forth. It was only to her chagrin that the tongues wafted around him as if a shell of invisible force kept it at bay. As she gawked, the Saiyan gestured and sent a Kiai so strong it blasted her aura of fire along with mangling her arms and legs as she reeled back. Even as Piccolo elastically reached out to wrap around her waist, he felt her unconsciously fall limp in his grasp.

"You're all so slow to act when you're worried for others," The Saiyan spoke as he lunged towards Piccolo, surprising him again with his speed. It was to the surprise of the attacker that the new female interloper instantly appeared before his eyes, catching his fist and diverting the blow away; all the while using his momentum to land a thrusting elbow into his chest.

Grunting, he felt a presence from behind swipe a hand towards his posterior flank. Turning to guard, he felt too slow as the knife postured digits cracked against the bridge between his neck and shoulder. Falling below he'd witness Trunks ascend upward in a glowing blaze of fury, headbutting into his torso with an air splitting impact that cracked his protective suit he wore. Growling he let loose an omnidirectional wave of purple Ki to keep the airborne two from descending upon him and sending Trunks surging back closer to the Earth.

"That last attack brought back bad memories," Raditz intoned as he rubbed his mid center, hissing at the pain near his neck and shoulder. "And I think I lost the ability to move my right arm and move my neck effectively. That amphibious fighter was far faster and more skilled, timing his attack just as the blue skinned woman intercepted my own attack. These are no slouches in martial combat."

"I'll leave him to you three," Piccolo announced, making the Saiyan Elite snarl with annoyance as he witnessed the green skinned alien retreat. "Getting this one and Videl to some medical aid is top priority. I'll rejoin you as soon as I can."

"Don't bother," Pikkon replied quietly, his aura becoming a pure white as he eyed Raditz with a righteous anger. "I'll dispose of this crime against nature myself."

Raditz couldn't help but gutturally laugh. Seconds after his neck rolled around with a few audible pops and any indication he was in pain vanished, "You can try, bulbous lipped freak. But none of you are a match for the power I wield! NONE OF YOU!"

A distant sound of thunder alerted the airborne fighters. With their eyes drawn to it, a single emerald flame thrust into the sky, arching around to maneuver above them. Nearly out of reach of the planet it'd drop forward with a high pitched roar. Then a timely explosion revealing thousands of shots, all raining like meteorites to pelt the majority; or keep the formerly deceased Saiyan from fleeing.

"He doesn't care who he hits!" Trunks howled aloud as he powered up and launched a barrage of Ki bolts up towards his nearest vicinity. Pikkon deflected them, dispersing their power as he did to negate any fallout they'd potentially have of hitting the planet below. Aosai dodged and weaved, letting most fall towards the non-Super Saiyan below.

Glowing alight he thrust one arm, detonating the mass around him into a single plume of flames. Amidst the smoke a muscular form rushed forth, eyes glowing bright blue as he bore towards Agent Daikon.

"Predictable," Raditz murmured as his still posed arm unleashed a blast of violet energy, awashing the ragged visage of his enemy. Upon doing so he'd witness the image wipe away like static on a screen, erasing the impression of his foe being in front of him. Eyes widened and his mouth slackened, just in time for a pair of elbows crashing into his shoulder blades from beneath.

"You're MY enemy, Saiyan," Broly declared sternly, wrapping his arms around his adversary's shoulders.

With a thrum of momentum he flew up high into outermost atmosphere all the while the cyborg warrior continued to writhe and gnash his teeth. Just as the sound of the whirring mantle of Ki silenced, he whirred around and plunged down bodily forward. Curtails of flames of atmospheric entry billowed before the two, even as the long haired Saiyan elbowed into his captor's merciless grasp. Gritting his teeth, Raditz braced himself as they smashed into the Earth. As an upheaving force that cracked the continent and sent fissures of smoke for kilometers on end, shaking the planet's civilizations for even farther out in resonating tremors.

It was a feat none of the three expected, nor predicted. Looking towards the crater in the midst of what was once a flat field of rolling hills was now a hole with earthen splinters of chasm deep cracks. Smoldering vapor rose up from the depths, and it grew very quiet from their perspective.

"That guy's out of his mind," Trunks sneered, his eyes glowering at the massive damage inflicted upon the land. "If this battle continues, the whole world is doomed."

"Or," Aosai proposed, casting a glance towards the hotheaded grown youth. "This is the work of someone who had took his time planning in order to do the most damage in a non-collateral manner."

"She speaks truth," Pikkon nodded, his aura maintaining its vibrancy while not wasting any movement from his given position. Eyes narrowed at the steaming hole with arms crossed over his chest. "I sensed no evil from his Ki. While he may be reckless and ill tempered, he did not possess the malice or perverse nature of energy that other Saiyan held. If anything, I'd daresay his power is closer to being that of a Pure Hearted Warrior of the Afterlife."

"...are you serious?" Trunks gawked as he silently questioned the frog-faced tall fighter.

Further questions were placed on hold when an ominous thrum of power rose up in unison. A pair of Ki collided and created a meld of purple and gold. Swirling within the depths of the indented Terra darkness it flashed and boomed repeatedly. The cachophony of violence unseen became known when one golden haired fighter was streaking upward not of his own volition...

...with the other, dried of blood but devoid of injury, showed the bloodshot whites of the Saiyan's eyes, showcasing a livid tooth splayed expression. His fist upheld from the punch he delivered, the entirety of his frame held a bright purple mantle of light while the air snapped and popped around him. Even as his enemy righted himself, wiping blood off his mouth as his energy spiked higher to compensate, the Saiyan made a screaming proclaimation that made the three higher altitude fighters wary.

"YOU'RE A DAMNED FOOL! TO THINK YOU WOULD CONTINUE TO PLAY THIS GAME WITHOUT REALIZING YOU'RE THE LOSER! YOUR TIME HAS ENDED, LEGENDARY SUPER SAIYAN, YEARS AGO! I AM RADITZ, SUPER ELITE OF ALL SAIYANS!" Heaving with effort after his shout, his anger simmered into a darkened grin, teeth showing a feral smile when he turned to look at the others above him. "And you will all scream my name when I'm done breaking you."

A/N: And finally, a new update to the Broly Arc, with a surprise! Raditz is the menace? So it seems. With his will finally reclaimed it seems Dragon Ball Z's first antagonist is aiming to go on a warpath to conquer all those in his path. Will he achieve victory? Is Broly done for? Or will The Sons or Vegeta manage to escape the needy clutches of their families?

You will find out next time on The Vegeta Chronicles!

Before I depart, thanks for your patience in me writing and also thank Firegod00 for helping me preview this for quality standards. Finally, time to respond to Reviewers!

Jack905: Perhaps. Maybe it has and you haven't paid attention ;P Glad you're having fun, hope to see you comment again soon!

The Anguished One: I'm pleased you remember Aosai, given she only appeared exclusively once in VC to tie into the sister series (unfortunately still on hiatus) OWS. Her participation and Pikkon's may help given the threats our heroes are up against.

I will strive to connect the dots as best as I can with The Legend of Broly. Bear with me as some of the things brought up in this chapter may be seen as spoilers, but I hope it doesn't put you off from continuing the read. I do enjoy writing that story and intend to update THAT next after this is fully uploaded.

I think I'd be more worried for Broly than I would be for Raditz, after what happened in this update XD Thanks for the Review!

ShadowLDrago: Word of advice - Nothing is at it seems 0-0 thanks for the the Review!

Jason Kreuger Myers: Poor Mr. Satan is now homeless and doesn't know his daughter got bombed along with his house. Poor Poor Mark...

I wouldn't say Pikkon is a permanent addition, given his place is in Other World. He's more like an envoy who will show up time to time. Aosai is a living being now, so she can go where she pleases. Whether she makes the Earth her home is up to her.

Who knows? With Broly's temperamental self and Raditz's constant recovery, who will come out on top? Will the other Z Warriors be able to put up a fight? Will Goku ever enter the fray? I'm just teasing at this point, but thanks for the two thoughts, mate ^^

Mdhunter: Thanks, as always, for the Review :D

And with that, I bid you all farewell, till next time!