The Order Of Things
Taciturn.
A word truly fit to describe Broly. The boy had trouble communicating, that much was for certain, enough trouble that he'd sooner break a wrist than he would ice.
But, as is with all things, he had an equilibrium; a sort of dull monotony you'd embrace like the final stretches of sanity. That isn't really correct either, he was happy with his state of affairs, to fight, eat, then live.
Exactly!
He'd fight, eat… then live.
…fight, eat, live.
FIGHT, EAT, LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"AHHHH!"
The boy woke with a start as the words revolved around his self. Eating him… Eating for sure. He had fought with a large creature today, with fangs sufficient to tear him apart. In that moment, he had done something odd.
Instead of fighting the creature, he tried to speak to it.
"Do I have to kill you? Do I have to kill to live?"
The creature had been fit in its lonesome, a state of things it fit snugly into. Broly had been the one to attack it, now it stood a few steps away, ready to gnaw at the grizzled girth of the great ape facing it.
Broly hadn't turned into one, but there were times when he may as well have. The emptiness inside was all the same.
Perhaps he was lonely.
Odd; as a sentiment, being lonely on planet where everyone can transform to look exactly like you… is this what makes a monster?
Right… Monster… good.
*BOOOOOOOOOM!*
A massive explosion set Broly's heart off beat, he wiggled out of the fur blanket he was enveloped in like any child would in such a situation.
The child ran. The beast slept.
He runs fast, unable to feel a speck of strength as he deliberates the odd sense of dread and adventure that conflict in his heart, almost as if he expects death.
*BOOM!*
An explosion sets off in front of him, throwing the child back, mud and sprinkles of blood gracing his face.
Mud covers his face, rain pouring…
'When did it start raining? He hadn't noticed, he hadn't noticed much.'
One of his eyes was closed from the brightness and impact of the explosion, the other could barely see with the mud over his face.
"who is it?!" called out the child in a timid voice, now fear grasping him more than anything else.
He could vaguely make out a purple figure in front of him, and suddenly felt a fearful amount of power gathering in front of him.
"PLEASE! DON'T!" he cried out, beginning to crawl back with whatever strength he could gather.
"I-" a muffled voice briefly rang in his ears before everything went quiet…
*SILENCE*
*SILENCE*
*SILENCE*
*SILENCE*
*SILENCE*
He slowly opened both his eyes, as silence reigned supreme.
His face was hit with sunlight, he could barely fathom that everything below his face was covered in dirt, as the silence ended…
"KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkKKKKKK"
A sound he could barely make out rang painfully in his head, his ears began recovering in the most painful way possible.
"AHHHHHhhhhh…!"
His ears recovered just in time to hear him lose the last of his breath screaming in pain.
Regardless, they were too late.
…for the beast was now awake.
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"Please don't! Take me, but let the children go!" cried the Kanassan.
It had woken that morning with the worst of premonition, a concurrent nightmare deigned to be.
Why deigned? Because what the Kanassan understood more than anyone else, was that fate did not value life. Life was farcical and facetious in the true grand scheme of things, no matter how untoward fate itself may be.
The demon child stood in front of her, she had walked out from behind a tree.
Perhaps it was a moment later; the forest was ablaze!
*BOOM*
The head flew off a Kanassan.
'Why did time stop? My legs where there a few moments before, then they were not, the blood of my kinsman spread bout. Cremated in flames alongside my legs; a good goodbye for those in pain.'
It flew to the children's hut as soon as she walked past…
LIGHTNING!
One move and she was covered in blood… ALL THE BLOOD!
The Kanassan rushed to the hut, prepared to defend the children inside with everything it had.
An explosion had knocked the children down, they were alive… in one way or another.
She stood in front of the Kanassan. Eyes as cold as the metal that had brought her here…
As the Kanassan made a desperate attempt to gather energy… it fell.
"…please" the voice left its throat as it lost consciousness.
"Good… I guess I'm done here."
The female Saiyan walked away, killing the tears before they could form in her eyes.
"Fuck you Cress! I'll do what I want!" She inflected under her breath, hoping he could hear through some means.
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"So… What do you plan on teaching me?"
"Easy, I'll take the time that we have here and teach you everything I know."
"Everything?"
"Well… everything except Ki manipulation. I'm not touching that."
"What the fuck? Isn't that everything?"
"That's nothing. Not for you, not now anyway."
"Then what?"
"What is a good place to start. What do you know about power levels?"
"I guess that they denote how strong a person is? I dunno."
"Right… the idiotic genius amongst our midst is full of wisdom but knows of nought."
"What?"
"Exactly! You know nothing. Ask to learn, do not be told."
"Okay… What do you know about power levels?"
"Power levels are the unit through which the quantification of the energy Ki naturally creates WHEN ACTING is derived and understood. Which is why, although it is valuable; using it as a measure of someone's objective power is the worst way in which to use it."
"That… actually makes a lot of sense. So, what do I do with that?"
"With a single exception, you will be doing exactly what Goku did… or will do, depending on how things go."
"You know everything don't you?"
"I know enough."
"Enough?"
"ENOUGH!"
The air became heavy as Poke screamed to state his point. Cress' immense Ki quickly erupted out of his body.
He felt it leaving but did not feel an inkling of pain. A warm feeling enveloped his body, but just as he grew accustomed to the weight, it quickly became overwhelming again.
He fell face down and struggled to breathe as his Ki settled, and he completely stopped feeling it.
"Two years of simple training. You use your Ki to strengthen your body, and eventually exercise it under this weight. Try to learn every technique you can think of and ask me questions whenever you require answers."
"Don't be worried about the weight affecting your growth, your Ki is large enough to support every single cell in your body thousands of times over. It'll keep protect you from damage at the very least."
"You will start from the top, and you will create your very own bottom. Master your highs and lows as you understand your body! YOU MUST LEARN TO TAKE CONTROL!"
The voice finished its monologue with a scream that was half determined and half a shrivelling mess.
Cress took the words in and felt… power… insane power coursing through every part of his being.
The latent potential that had been searching for direction had just been given a narrow pipe through which it could escape.
"Hehe." Cress slowly chuckled as he lifted his body up with far less effort than he would have thought possible only moments ago.
He found a comfortable position to stand in, took his stance, and angrily declared!
"I WILL TAKE CONTROL POKE-SENSEI!"
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"What the fuck was that?"
Paragus shuffled through the data made available to him.
"I knew he was marked for a misdiagnosis at the same time as Broly, but that spike in power couldn't have been anyone else!"
Paragus had used the drones and satellites surveying Kanassa to monitor the members of the Multi-Defence Force and was wondering why Cress had awkwardly wondered into a cave when the drone's interface that was recording his power level suddenly burst after it spiked all the way to 20,000.
"I installed the extra powerful sensors for Broly! How the fuck did that low-level-"
Paragus calmed himself down for a second. He shuffled through the records he had on hands.
Birth Records:
Broly -
Note: Misdiagnosis.
Recorded: 920.
Correction: 92.
Certified: Mid-Level Saiyan Warrior.
Silver -
Note: Misdiagnosis.
Recorded: -40.
Correction: 40.
Certified: Low-Level S.
Cress –
Note: Misdiagnosis.
Recorded: 2000.
Correction: 20.
Certified: Low-Level S.
"The negative one doesn't make any sense; it is the most important one of all… It even made me think that my son was a mere mid-level piece of shit when I saw it."
"Weird, even the scum who aren't Saiyan know to distinguish garbage from the minimal level of competence we strive for… but this is odd, very odd indeed."
"Cress, the son of Bardock… I think it's time we had a meeting old friend. I'm very interested in how you'd like to die alongside your son. Either by the hands of my son…" Paragus took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and calmed the flurry of emotions that had threatened to attack him ever since he had given Magenta the last order… the most important one.
"…or by the hands of your own."
*END OF CHAPTER 7*