A Saiyan's Frosty fight!

Hey guys! This is gonna be another Fanfic story floating around the fanbase of Dragon Ball. It's about a young Saiyan who survived the destruction of Planet Vegeta, and with the help of his father, he tries to tear the Frieza Force apart. I'm writing this story to try and explain why a few things are the way they are in Dragon Ball Z/Super. Now, this story might seem very confusing in a few places, so just know that I've modified/retconned a few things here and there, so just keep that in mind if you read something and go "Wait, that's not what happened!". Also a thing to keep in mind is that yes, this story is a giant fight scene (Or turns into one at least), so if you don't like them, you may only enjoy the start of the story. I'm also open to any criticism, as I'm also also doing this to improve my writing skills. Akira, man, I love you, but your story telling could really use some work XD Anyhow, now that I've just insulted Dragon Ball's creator, let's get started!



A young Saiyan, who was about 13 at the time woke up and opened his eyes to find himself on a random planet. He had been sleeping amongst a pile of rubble. The rubble appeared to come from a destroyed, smoking building. With what an uncomfortable position the Saiyan was asleep in, it was easier to say he had passed out on the rubble. However, it wasn’t just this building. With his body already facing away from the rubble, he saw building after building that seemed to have either sustained a major amount of damage, or collapsed entirely.

Using his left arm to take ahold of a large chunk of stone, the Saiyan tried to prop himself into an upright position. But, his body felt oddly heavy, and he was unable to so much as move more than a few centimetres. He let his body go limp on the rubble again, and let out a few laboured breaths. The force of the impact, however, let a few of the rocks loose, and the rubble supporting the Saiyan’s body collapsed. His body rolled clumsily down the rubble, and he landed on his stomach on a patch of flat marble looking floor. He tired once again to get up, using both of his arms this time to set him up straight. “Nnn!” His body rang with pain, and he let out a small cry as a result. However, he didn’t let his body collapse this time and pushed through the pain, eventually getting himself on both feet.

This particular individual had a very rough look to him. For starters, he had long spikey black hair that went all over the place. One could only call it ‘messy’ upon seeing it. On top of that, he was shirtless, which displayed a very tanned yet muscular body that looked like it was chiseled out of marble. Thankfully, his lower body was covered with blue pants that covered the entirety of both his legs, leading down to a pair of white boots that had yellow tips. Both his pants and shoes looked like they’d been torn in certain places through sudden stretching. Wrapped around his pants was a furry green pelt that hung downwards more towards his backside. The pelt looked dirty, a sign that he wore it constantly, but it didn’t show any real signs of damage. Much to his misfortune, he also had a metallic collar around his neck which had several scratch marks around the sides of the front. He didn’t know it, but the Saiyan’s body was littered with bruises and cuts, and he could feel those injuries with a very clean sting.

The Saiyan staggered away from the building to get a better view of his surroundings. It did in fact appear that he was in the middle of a city. However, the entire city had been destroyed. “... Did I transform again?” He pondered to himself. This wasn’t entirely new, his father would order him to destroy a couple of buildings or kill off a large group of people, which lately had forced him into going ‘Super Saiyan’. He would usually stay in that state for a while, sometimes up to an hour until his father zapped him into unconscious, and when he woke up, he would be weak and hungry. There would also be a bit of a gap in his memory that caused him to partially forget what happened. He could still vaguely remember what happened, but nothing too detailed.

However, this time was different. Usually the damage was restricted to a few buildings, but this time it was upscaled to the entire city! What’s more, everyone who had lived in the city was dead. Why, why wasn’t he stopped like all of the other times before? Did his shock collar finally run out of juice? Or did his father simply not care if he completely wiped out the city? He had a bit more confidence in his legs now, and walked around the city to look for something to eat. He walked past several sets of buildings, and arrived at what seemed to be the plaza. Spread out amongst the plaza were the corpses of the people he killed. It looked like a race of blue people, however the bodies were too messed up to see any sort of detail on them. The only thing about the people he could make out were their clothing, which ranged from dresses, to suits, to a familiar white armour with yellow shoulder pads.

Sighing at the familiar sight, he took his attention away from the bodies and headed towards the remanence of a small store. The pain the Saiyan felt earlier could still be felt, and looking at his arms, he could see that they were both badly bruised. He could assume this for the rest of his body too. His stomach gave a large growl, and he clutched it to try and stave off some of the pain. The Saiyan broke open the front door with relative ease and made his way inside the building. Oddly enough, most of the store seemed to be intact, the majority of the damage being from the outside. As soon as he walked in, he heard a gasp. His sudden entrance had startled 2 people - A man and a girl who’d been hiding in the store. From his attire, the man appeared to be the owner of the store. Both of them were on the floor, holding each other, shaking. He could tell, from his Saiyan instincts, that they were both scared.

When it came to interactions, the Saiyan was as awkward as you could get. Aside from his father, he had no social skills to speak of, so he was very direct, and never tended to smile or feel any empathy towards someone. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you…” The Saiyan said plainly yet weakly. He tried to hide the fact he was in pain to make himself seem tougher, a thing his father taught him many years ago. After a quick glance around the room, he continued “I just need some food. Where can I find some?” The store owner pointed to the back door and said “I-i-it’s behind that d-door. Yo-you’ll find a storage a-a-area” in a very quivery voice. The Saiyan didn’t bother to console them, instead he headed towards the brown door and pushed it open with his arm. Inside, he found several shelves stacked with boxes that had writing on them, and several large jugs and smaller bottles of water. He couldn’t read the writing, but based on the smell alone, it was food.

The store seemed to operate in a way that there was no actual food when you entered into it. Instead, you had a list of items to choose from ranging from food to basic toiletries, and you would ask the store clerk for the items you wanted. Once you showed him proof that you had money, he would go out back into the storage area, and come back with the items on hand. After paying him, he would hand the items over, ending the transaction. It was a tedious process for sure, but it stopped him from getting robbed.

The Saiyan tore the boxes open and pulled out different varieties of fruit and vegetables from each one. He then tore open some of the boxes from another set of shelves, and found a plentiful bounty of raw meat. Grabbing handfuls of fruit and meat, The Saiyan shoved the food into his mouth and scarfed them down as if his life depended on it. Once he’d finished a few boxes (And started choking on an apple like fruit), he downed 3 whole jugs of water. As the food and drink entered his body, his body started to feel heavier, but then immediately afterwards it became lighter. He started to replace the blood he’d lost during the recent confrontation, and his body was refreshed with different vitamins and proteins. He couldn’t help but grin slightly at the gradual return of his strength.

Of course, it’s well known that humans need food and liquid not only in order to survive, but to help recharge their bodies and make sure they stay energised, next to sleep of course. For Saiyans, a warrior race who have evolved with the basic knowledge of how to control Ki and generally have a much greater strength capacity than humans, they need about 10 times as much food in order to function properly, and doubly so for The Saiyan. Although Saiyans can eat normal human appetites, it’ll leave them unable to use their full potential until they’ve had a full Saiyan sized meal. Since Planet Vegeta having a food shortage, most Saiyans were lucky enough to even get human sized portions. And with the warrior class believing that fasting was the key to being a healthy warrior (As well as to nobly help stave off the food shortage), no one who was on the front lines had the fuel to go Super Saiyan, or even become a lot stronger in a shorter amount of time for that matter. The Saiyan’s (As well as a few Saiyans later on) Super Saiyan transformation consumes a fairly large amount of Ki, and when it’s used extensively in a battle situation, he can get ahead of himself and use more than his limit of Ki. Because of this, he requires much more food than even a Saiyan portion to get his Ki back.

Of course, even after he’d finished the 3 jugs of water he went back to eating. It was then that the store owner, girl in tow, came into the room. He seemed to have calmed down a little from just a few minutes ago as they’d stopped shaking, but they were still being awfully cautious. They stood around as the Saiyan chowed down for a good minute before the Saiyan loudly swallowed a piece of meat and asked “What is it?” It wasn’t that he was irritated, but he couldn’t help but feel uneasy with them staring at him without saying anything. The owner cautiously walked over to the Saiyan and knelt down so that they were on the same eye level and asked “W-what is it that you came here for?” It took the young Saiyan a while to think, looking down at the box of meat for something to do. What was he here for? He couldn’t help but wonder. That’s why, the only way he could answer the owner honestly was by shrugging and saying “Not sure. My father always sends me on these kinds of missions” He tore off a sizeable chunk of meat with his teeth “I don’t usually pay much attention to where I am since he always tells me to do the same thing: To destroy whatever’s around me and set an example to the people.” “That’s horrible…” The girl, who’d remained silent up until that point spoke, going back to her husband’s side. “Maybe. Mmf, but he is my father, so I don’t really care.”

The Saiyan knew that his father had a lot of objectionable ideas, evidenced that he was used as brute force to enforce those ideas. Heck, even he didn’t always like what his father did, like that time he shot Ba’s ear off, or whenever he shocked him to control him. But, he was the man that took him off of that dreaded planet. Simply because of that, he felt no ill will towards his father, and followed his orders without question. Now, one could easily object and blame the Saiyan for being the one who delt harm to several empires without feeling a hint of remorse for them, but that was because of how he was brought up. The owner seemed to follow this train of thought, and decided to treat the Saiyan a little less cautiously, and a little more nicely.

The tall blue man grabbed the box of meat which instantly earned him a hateful glare from the teenage Saiyan. He began to sweat nervously and said “Y-you’re still hungry, a-a-aren’t you?” The Saiyan nodded while holding an angry frown. The owner knew he had to talk fast as to not become another corpse on the street. “W-well, you’re eating the meat raw. Usually, well, how we do it at least, is that you cook the meat before eating it. It’ll taste a hundred times tastier, and it won’t give you any food poisoning!” The owner’s delivery quickly turned from a nervous man, to someone who was selling one of his products. The Saiyan stared at him for a few seconds which quickly shut down his suddenly chappy mood. “Food… Poisoning?” The Saiyan tilted his head, clearly having never heard those 2 words side by side before. In truth, the Saiyan had several times eaten food that was either rotten, or contained harmful bacteria in it. But, along with his immense strength came a strong immune system, which reduced the deadly effects of ‘food poisoning’ to a simple stomach ache. “Uhhh… Never mind.” Sighed the owner. He stood up and said “Anyways, I’ll be back in just a few minutes, and when I do, you’ll have a real good meal to look forwards to. Come on Melbryy.” The girl named Melbryy picked up a box of assorted vegetables, and followed him out of the storage room. As the Saiyancontinued to consume different fruit, he could hear beeping sounds coming from the other room.

As promised, about 5 minutes later, the owner and Melbryy came back with a few dishes in their hands, which they placed besides the Saiyan who was on the floor. They attempted to give him a knife and fork, but he thought they were weapons and snapped them in pieces. Much like he did with the ingredients, the Saiyan used his bare hands to eat the food (Which the owner winced at), and couldn’t help but smile at the taste. After he finished, he gave an oddly kind compliment, which the owner thanked him for, but then immediately followed up by asking “So, what is this planet anyway?” “This is one of the many planets under Frieza’s oppression, being used as a planet scaled marketplace for trade” The owner replied, a hint of unpleasantness in his voice. “Frieza…?” The Saiyan recited with animosity. “I’ve heard that name before. My father’s told me hundreds of times what a terrible monster he is. Is he really that bad?” The owner and the girl exchanged looks that went on for a little too long. They both nodded as if agreeing to a thought they both shared, and the owner then turned back to the Saiyan and gave out another sigh. “You’re a Saiyan, correct?” The owner asked. “Yeah.” He replied bluntly. “Then that means your dad’s a Saiyan too. He probably holds a grudge against Frieza for blowing up his planet and all. Can’t really blame him though, if someone did that to my homeworld I’d never forgive them.” “... Are you one of them?” The Saiyan suddenly had a serious tone. “Huh?” “One of Frieza’s men. Are you one of them?” he confirmed. As soon as he finished speaking, the owner waved his hands dramatically and said “No no no, definitely not! If I were I’d be wearing that dumb armour they had on wouldn’t I?” “...I guess.” The Saiyan kept a wary eye on him, just in case he was lying. He’d been deceived before many times in the past, so he found it hard to trust anyone except for his father. That said, he wouldn’t jump to conclusions and attack someone just because he suspected them.

“If your goal is to take down Frieza… You have our full support, but I um, must warn you, he’s a very dangerous person.” The owner said this very carefully, as if he were making sure his voice wasn’t being heard by anyone except for the other 2 in the room. He also seemed genuinely concerned for the Saiyan child’s wellbeing. Not knowing or even caring how much this comforted them, the Saiyan replied “I know. My father warned me that if I saw him not to fight him.” “Good, good. Good… Oh, by the way, the name’s Jerr, and this is my wife, Melbryy.” The owner, Jerr, motioned to himself and then his wife. He then held his hand out to the Saiyan and asked “... And your name is?” “Broly. And my father’s name is Paragus.” he said stoically. “I see… Broly. What an interesting name!” “Meh. My father named me after an edible plant that… Unlocked people’s power. But no one liked the plant, so I don’t think much of it.” Broly shrugged off the compliment by simple shrug of the shoulders. Indeed, his father had named him after a plant that ‘was only eaten by strong boys who were to grow up to be big and strong’, which signified Broly’s massive power at birth, but Broly only saw the bad side of it. Jerr and Melbryy looked at each other and traded troubled looks, unsure of what to say now. That was, however, until they 3 of them heard a loud sound, that of an engine followed by a crunching sound.

“What was that?” Broly stood up from the ground as soon as he heard the sounds and went to look outside. From looking just outside what used to be a window, he could see a large disk like spaceship with a purple halo like disk painted on top of it. The spaceship had somehow managed to land amongst the rubble and stood on several thin legs that were evenly placed around the rim of the ship, with yellow tinted windows being in between each of the ships legs. There was no doubt about it. Although Broly had only seen it through pictures on a monitor, he could tell that that was Frieza’s spaceship. This caused him to utter the word “Frieza…” Under his breath. “Wait, why is he here? Why now?!” Melbryy frantically almost shouted in a panic. “Well, one of the trade planets was taken down, so it makes sense… But still!” Jerr replied, trying to keep as much of himself together as he could. Broly however couldn’t keep himself from feeling incredibly nervous, anxious, and even a little bit angry. It was a complex soup of emotions that he’d never faced at once before, and he wanted those feelings terminated as quickly as possible. So, without so much as a warning to the shop owner or his wife, Broly swiftly made his way through the doorway and towards the ship. Jerr tried to call out for him, but his voice was lost amongst the sounds of the engine which was slowly powering down.

It took Broly no more than a minute to get a better vantage point of the ship from behind a nearby rock. He was about 100 metres away from the ship, just far enough to still see the entirety of the ship, but close enough to see a door open from the side of the ship. The open door lowered itself to the ground, using the ship as its pivot until it formed a ramp. Broly peered closer from behind the rock to get a better view, and saw several figures march down the metallic ramp. The figures were all humanoid, ranging from large to small, but they all wore a white armour that covered their entire body with a glass head visor to see out of. They also had a familiar looking gun on their left hips with 2 explosive eggs just behind it, and a short tube like object on the other hip. They numbered about 20 in total, and they could only be described as ‘soldiers’.

Broly didn’t exactly have the ability to sense Ki, as the only one who could’ve taught him that, Paragus, didn’t know how to do that himself. However, he was able to sense a sort of ‘pressure’ coming from people if he focused on them. It was apart of his heightened Saiyan instinct. The reason he didn’t put his guard up against the shop owner or his wife was because he sensed no real pressure coming from them. The soldiers on the other hand, each had a considerable pressure emanating from their bodies, much more than the other soldiers that he’d fought earlier. Saying that, there was only one soldier amongst them who he’d have to take caution with, and they were currently bowing down at the top of the ramp towards the door, motioning towards the outside. Broly only heard a part of what the soldier said “-Old, please depart at your leisure.” Just then, 2 more people exited through the doorway and walked casually down the ramp.

One of the figures was no taller than the average sized soldiers around him. He was completely hairless, and his skin was purple, wearing what looked like a white chest piece on his upper body with a white helmet around his head. The helmet had a blue jewel looking object stuck inside of it. Despite being a humanoid, he had a tail that smacked violently into the ramp upon seeing the destroyed scenery. Broly had no doubt about it. That was Frieza. Even if he had a different looking form than the man he saw in the pictures, he had the same eyes, and they had the same looking face. Behind him stood the other figure. He appeared to be of the same race as Frieza, except he was several times his size. As for appearance, he looked a lot more like the Frieza he’d seen in pictures. The only differences were that his horns had rings around them and bent upwards halfway, and his skin was about the same shade of purple as the Frieza in front of him. Plus, it looked like he was wearing the same armour as all the other usual henchmen he’d killed thousands of times before. Broly prepared to jump over the rock to attack, but stopped in his tracks as soon as a gust of wind hit him. The pressure that both of them were putting out was unreal, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before a hundredfold. It made his hair stick up on end, and he felt so sick that he was close to retching. He could safely say that for the first time in his life, he was truly terrified. “Kehh!” That only provoked his Saiyan instincts further though. His body itched with the excitement of battle to an almost uncontainable point. However, before he decided concretely that he was going to fight them, he remembered what his father said to him. Broly, whatever you do, don’t even think about trying to fight Frieza. That demon’s way out of your league. Don’t worry though, we’ll get him eventually. If what Paragus said was true, he must fight his Saiyan urges and stay away from them. For once, he would have to run away.

He chose not to fly at the risk of being seen by one of the men. He ran far past the store and down the main road filled with craters, and quickly ducked into an alleyway. The alleyway he was in, like the store, seemed relatively unaffected by Broly’s earlier rampage. He sat down besides a dumpster and used his new hiding spot to better listen in on what was happening outside of the alleyway. “Ok everyone, you know the drill: Find the Saiyan who did this, and bring him to me, dead or alive.” “Sir!” Frieza had a somewhat low voice, and Broly could tell that his voice seeped with anger. At his command, all of the soldiers began fiddling with the side of their headgear, and they beeped accordingly. Shortly after, they scattered into different directions, but all of them charging down the same general direction Broly went down. “Crap. Gotta keep moving.” Broly grumbled. His hearing was as sharp as the young Saiyan could make it, keeping it constantly fixated on the sounds of boots crunching on the dusty floor, and the occasional sound of people soaring through the air. Stealth wasn’t Broly’s specialty, and as he tried to keep low through the series of alleyways, he kept either bumping into trash cans or knocking over boxes in his haste. He wasn’t sure exactly how good their hearing was, but to date, no one had ever matched him when it came to using their senses.

That idea, unfortunately, was shattered when a laser zipped past his head and hit the half ruined building at the end of the alleyway, exploding the rest of the building into thousands of stoney pieces. “Dang. I was hoping to take your head off with that one.” said the soldier mercilessly as he reloaded his gun. “Rrr… Who are you?” Broly growled. “You don’t know? Unfortunate for you then. We are the Saiyan Extermination Squad!” The soldier showed off one of his shoulders, presenting what looked like a tail that was on fire. “Saiyan… Extermin..ation squad?” He struggled to say, “But the Saiyans are all dead, aren’t they?” “You naive, little child. After Lord Frieza blew up planet Vegeta, it was discovered that there were still a number of Saiyans out there. They were Saiyans who didn’t return or escaped the planet when they heard Frieza’s orders, or Saiyans who’d gotten themselves stuck on some backwater world. Or maybe they went rogue, and decided to settle down somewhere else. “Once one of his men saw a group of Saiyans on planet Dragooloo, Lord Cooler took it upon himself to assemble a task force who was in charge of hunting down the remaining Saiyans. At first there were just over a hundred of you, but we’ve exterminated all but a small handful of you. And at last, I have the privilege of driving the Saiyan race further towards extinction!”

For being a Saiyan himself, this only seemed to come as a minor shock. The only Saiyan he’d grown up with was Paragus, and they’d long accepted that they were the last of their kind, and even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t be welcomed seeing as they went rogue. Regardless, even though there were a few Saiyans left, they had no way of tracking them down, no way of finding them. The galaxy was vast, and Broly knew at least that much. Being able to find another Saiyan out there would be like finding a needle in a world made of hay.

The Saiyan brought his attention back to the soldier in front of him, who was now pointing the gun squarely towards his face. He had no way of knowing if that Frieza guy was just around the corner, or was anywhere in the vicinity. His instincts only flared up if he was staring directly at his opponent. For the sake of assumption, he disregarded Frieza being anywhere near where he currently was. This meant, much to his glee, that Broly could fight. It’s not like the situation would improve if he just ran away anyway. The man in front of him didn’t exert that much of a pressure. If only he could get close to him... The soldier’s laser fired off again. In no more than one tenth of a second, Broly weaved under the laser, and closed the 3 metre gap between him and his foe. The soldier jumped back to try and gain some distance between them, and grabbed ahold of the cylindrical object on his hip. However, before he could unsheathe it, Broly tensed up his muscles and sent a powerful hook to the side of his head. He expected the soldier to recoil in pain, but instead their head violently burst like a melon being smashed by a hammer. The soldier’s lifeless corpse went limp on the floor. The Saiyan warrior looked down at the corpse, letting out a sigh of both relief, and disappointment. His strength had returned to him, and it was all thanks to the shop owner. Making that connection, he grinned, and raced towards the exit of the alleyway. “Hey, halt!” Broly heard several soldiers shout as they began to chase him. He sharply turned a corner, and almost fell over trying to break his momentum when he saw some more soldiers positioned at the exit. How did they know where I was?, Broly thought to himself. The soldiers closed in on him, guns at the ready. He had no time to sense the enemy strength, as one of the soldiers from the front pulled out the cylinder object from their hip, and clicked a button. A sharp beam of Ki formed out of it, and the soldier lunged at Broly. Relying on pure instinct, Broly charged directly at the soldier lunging at him and threw a punch at him. The soldier blocked the punch with his Ki saber, but was forced back slightly. Nevertheless, he at least tried to hold his ground while the other two next to him charged with their sabers. The Saiyan opened his free hand and charged up a Ki blast, throwing it straight at the soldier on the right. The blast collided with him, and carried him far away from the alleyway, presumably killing him in the process. Broly then gave a mighty shove with his other fist still resisting the Ki saber (Which made it burn a little), and pushed the soldier back another metre away. He then jumped back slightly as the soldier on the left swung down on him, and delivered a devastating kick towards the saber. His leg clashed with the soldier’s Ki, and carried enough force to smash him into the building next to him.

The colour of one’s Ki depends on a variety of things ranging from their motives, their personality, how much they betray their gut instinct. It’s unknown exactly how these factors affect the user’s Ki colour, but in this particular case, Broly’s shined a bright green, while the soldiers usually had a purple or yellow Ki. This was evidenced when 3 purple lasers hit Broly square in the back, singeing the flesh and causing him to fall down outside of the alleyway. As Broly was about to get up, one of the larger - and therefore stronger soldiers landed noisily in front of the Saiyan and grabbed him by the throat. “Die, filthy Saiyaan!” The brute yelled. He kicked off of the ground with Broly in his gauntlet like hand, and smashed him into a nearby building, and then proceeded to pound his face in with his other hand. “Ah. Ah, ahhh. AHH!” As the soldier pounded into Broly’s face, he could feel his already somewhat battered face gaining more bruises, his rough skin getting more and more damaged by the second. He could feel his primal instincts taking over.

“Grrrr… What?!” Broly grabbed the soldier’s fist with his one of his own hands, barely managing to keep it from hitting the side of the building next to his face which caused the soldier to cry out in alarm. “Stop… Hurting… Me… And leave… NOOOW!” Broly cried out and sent a bright green Ki blast the size of a soccer ball into the soldier’s stomach, flinging him away from the Saiyan and even landing on his backside. However, Broly didn’t care if his opponent was defenseless. He broke away from the building and threw himself onto the soldier, throwing a punch straight into his head. The soldier slammed his palm into Broly’s face and tried to push against him, but despite the effort, little to no progress was being made. Broly then sent his other fist into the soldier’s face, then another one, then another, another another another and he kept going without end. He could feel the Ki in his body riling up and spreading throughout his body which naturally increased his physical strength. The soldier’s arm lost it’s force and fell to the ground, and his helmet cracked and broke under the Saiyan’s anger, eventually smashing open and revealing the bloody mess that was someone’s face. Panting, Broly looked down at the man, wishing that he was still alive so that he could inflict even more pain on him. However, his prayers were answered as a flurry of laser blasts exploded on Broly’s back. The lasers still hurt, but it was apparent they affected him less than when they hit him moments earlier, a sign that he had increased his strength and durability. Broly formed yet another large Ki blast in his hand, and spun around with enough force to create a hurricane to throw it at his attackers. The ball of Ki mercilessly broke past the many laser shots, and created a deafening explosion in the alleyway.

Already he’d killed 8 of the executioners. Using what little memory power he had now, he recalled that that was but half if not less than half of the soldiers standing by the ship. He still had more people to take care of. He didn’t relish in the idea that he had yet more people to kill, but his Saiyan instinct forbade him from being sad or upset about it. Right away, without giving him so much as a second to breath, about 7 more soldiers made themselves known. “GO AWAY!” Broly screamed. The soldiers ignored him, and proceeded to attack at him with their weapons. Two of the soldiers were quite burly, just a bit less than the guy he’d just killed, and they swung at Broly with sledge hammers made of Ki just like the sabers were. They were much larger than the sabers, but slower, so it was fairly simple for Broly to weave around the hammers and land a hit or two on them. Though, his attacks couldn’t carry the same weight they had before with him having to move around, causing them to have little effect on them. He figured if he could carry this up, eventually he’d wear them down, but he was immediately shot in the leg by a powerful laser blast. The blast distracted him but for a second, but he managed to direct his eyes towards the hammer that was hurtling towards him. Broly tried to jump backwards, but a surge of pain ran through it and stopped him short. He quickly put his arms up, but he was hit by one of the hammers and sent skidding backwards. The other soldier jumped up and suddenly rocketed downwards, carrying the hammer with him along with his momentum. Broly shook off the earlier attack and put his weight onto his uninjured leg, using it to kick off the ground towards the soldier.

With his left hand, he grabbed onto the soldier’s face. Normally, this wouldn’t be very effective as an attack, but with the momentum of both Broly and the soldier going towards each other, he snapped the soldier’s neck, killing him instantly. However, he didn’t escape unharmed, as he felt his hand and finger bones creak, and the hammer still smacked Broly on the back of his shoulder. The young Saiyan warrior staggered slightly in pain, completely oblivious to the foe in front of him who managed to get a direct hit on him with his hammer. The force of the impact took the wind out of him, sending Broly flying backwards through several ruined buildings. A sturdy metallic wall painfully stopping his momentum. Broly fell to the ground and held his stomach. He coughed up a small pool of blood, and gasped for a breath of air. He felt as though the impact had rattled his ribcage, though none of his bones were broken, so that was a plus. He had little time to celebrate as he saw the 6 remaining soldiers swiftly arrive at his location. The soldier with the hammer chuckled and said “Kid, no Saiyan’s made us exert ourselves this much, bravo you bastard!” and charged once more towards him. Broly knew if he were to resist another attack, he’d have to become stronger than he was now. Clenching his fists, he properly charged up the Ki he’d been neglecting to raise until now throughout his body. His muscles thickened and condensed, though this caused the injuries already on his body to once again make themselves known through a chorus of stinging. He yelled out to help motivate the flow of Ki, and he charged at the soldier.

His fist smashed into the hammer, and the result created a shockwave that threw off the balance of all of the soldiers present, even the flying ones. Broly’s fist stung like crazy from the impact, and he could really feel some of his bones begin to crack, but it was well worth it as he managed to knock the soldier back onto the ground. He followed up by doing a strong downwards kick to the soldier’s stomach, making him grunt loudly in pain. Raising his leg off the ground, Broly followed that up with another strong punch, but the soldier rolled away just in time and got back up on both feet, clutching his stomach with one hand while forming a fist with the other. Several lasers were shot in Broly’s direction. The Saiyan made no attempt to dodge them, but put up a protective Ki like barrier around his right which just barely stopped the lasers in their tracks. Having stopped the lasers, Broly threw a punch at the bulky soldier, but he barely shielded his head with his arm. Then, using what remaining strength he could muster, he took his hand off his injured stomach and uppercutted Broly’s chin. He staggered backwards, and was a prime target for another attack. However, when the soldier threw a punch, the pain caused him to come up short, and he fell on one knee. Once the injured teen had gathered his barings, he sent an uppercut of his own to the soldier which lifted him off his feet and landed mere metres away from him. Broly was about to follow up, but another fire of lasers caught his attention, and he kicked off towards them. There were about 4 guys with guns, and 1 person with a saber. None of them seemed to possess any serious power. Easy, he thought to himself.

Broly sent a thick wave of energy in front of him which took the brunt of the lasers, and proceeded towards two of the armed men. Spreading his arms and positioning himself between them, he gripped their helmets and dug them into the concrete below. To try and set themselves free, one of the soldiers wacked Broly’s arm with his gun, and another fired a laser directly at his face. The laser stung, and certainly burnt more of his skin, but he tried to grit his teeth through the pain and pushed the two soldiers further into the dirt. At that point, the soldier with a saber struck his weapon into Broly’s left shoulder which sent a flurry of pain through his entire arm. The soldier recoiled, clearly shocked at the lack of effectiveness the attack seemed to have and went for another strike, but Broly formed a Ki blast in both of his now open hands and fired them at the ground. The explosion seemingly evaporated the soldiers and blew away the one with a saber, which allowed Broly to turn around and send a thunderous kick into the soldier’s torso. The kick failed to slice the soldier in two, but it left a huge dent in the soldier’s armour. “Uck!” The soldier cried out. Broly jumped on top of the soldier and reeled back for a heavy punch, but stopped when he saw the soldier laughing uncontrollably. “What?” Broly asked fiercly. “You make me truly sick. Your, your race slaughtered my parents for some stupid mission like this…! Now, blow up, and let my sacrifice avenge my kin!” The soldier spat. Without even realising it, the man had unpinned the two explosive eggs with one hand, and kept ahold of Broly’s raised arm with the other.

In an instant and without warning, the eggs exploded.

The duel explosion erased any sign of the soldier’s existence, armour and all. However for Broly, it left him alive, but his body was now covered in even more burns and bruises than before. The pain surging through Broly’s body became too much to bare, and he collapsed on both his knees. “Gahhh!” He cried out. The two other soldiers who’d been carrying guns slowly approached Broly, one of them asking “I-is he done?” “Maybe… But we should make sure, just to be safe.” The other replied. As the sound of their guns loading up became heard, Broly quickly twisted his head. Anger flooded his entire face, and he opened his mouth wide open with an Ahh sound. A thing of light could be seen in his mouth, and just as the soldiers fired their lasers, Broly fired out a large beam of green Ki from his mouth. The laser shots once again failed to reach the Saiyan, and mouth blast incinerated the air along with the two soldiers.

Finally, with the soldiers dead and the area cleared, Broly took a moment to rest. He sat down on a nearby chunk of rock and let the circulation of oxygen flow throughout his body. Even though he was a mighty warrior, he still needed to breath. The injuries he’d gained during this series of fights piled on top of the injuries he had before, leaving his body in a pretty sorry looking state. However, as a member of the Saiyan race, his body healed quicker than the majority of races out there, especially after eating and drinking. And since he had the ‘Legendary’ mutant genes in his DNA, he healed twice as fast as a normal Saiyan warrior. So, every minute that he could get of down time was much appreciated. If he could, he’d race back to Jerr and Melbryy and take shelter once more in their market, but he refused to put those two in danger. “Kuhhh… You monster…” Broly heard a familiar voice sound a short distance from where he was. It was the one with the hammer he uppercutted a minute or two prior. Although, he’d seemed to have lost his hammer somewhere, and was now back on his feet, inching towards Broly with unstable steps. As soon as the Saiyan saw him, he shot up from his rock and charged over to the brute. Without resistance, the brute took Broly’s fierce punch straight to the chest. However, as he was sent backwards, he grabbed ahold of Broly’s outstretched fist and took him with him. As he pulled Broly down, he gave him a heavy headbutt. However, that may not have worked as intended, as the headbutt put a massive dent in his helmet, while Broly only appeared to have a small bruise from the attack. “Let… Go!” Broly sent his right fist through the soldier’s torso, punching a large hole through his body. Even in his state of rage, Broly had to commend the soldier for dealing so much damage to him, to do whatever he could to take his enemy down. Broly tried to get his fist unstuck, but it felt like something was stopping him from doing so. It was the suit. The suit was slowly repairing itself, and as a result, the sharp edges of the armour were digging into the youth’s arm, almost managing to cut into him. It was as if even in death, he refused to stop fighting. Though, this proved to be just another diversion, as something whistled through the air and struck Broly straight in his outstretched arm.

“GAhhhh!” Broly shrieked in pain as something that looked like an arrow made of Ki was sticking out of his arm. He went to look towards where the arrow could’ve been fired from, but he was immediately blind sighted with two more arrows. One sticking into Broly’s already injured leg, and another hitting him square in the torso. The Ki arrows didn’t manage to fully penetrate into him, but they still broke the skin and stung the flesh around them. As Broly was about to launch himself in the direction of the shooter, a wire like beam shot out of the arrows and stuck into the ground, pillating him in place. “Oh excellent! Marvelous shot captain Salza! It appears that your aim is as good as ever!” Shouted one of the soldiers sitting atop a building, with another soldier standing next to him that had his helmet off. Beneath where the helmet would usually sit was a blue coloured alien with long blonde hair that wrapped around the left side of his face like a wave. Compared to how a lot of the other soldiers in the Frieza army looked, he looked a little small, almost thin. No wonder he positioned himself away from the action. “Compleements will get you nowhere. Now ztay sharp, it’z cleer zis monkey iz still a threat, so keep your whittz about you.” The man with seemingly broken English handed a metallic crescent shaped bow to the other soldier, and commanded “Ztay heere” before jumping down from the building to the same concreted floor Broly was pillated to. “So, you’re zee monkey that’z making zee fuss around heere, correct?” Salza asked impatiently. As much as Broly would have wanted to answer that, the Saiyan rage coursing in him made his mind blurry, and he continued to try and unroot himself from the ground. Though, he only succeeded in fidgeting a little. Despite this, he focused his senses directly on him. He was the man who prompted him to take caution earlier. Salza took a few steps towards Broly and snapped his fingers in his face, somewhat succeeding in snapping him out of his rage induced trance. He then sighed in frustration and said “It’z rood not to anzwer when someone askz you a question, you know?” Broly swung his free fist angrily at Salza, however the latter dodged with a simple backwards jump.

“Heh, your movementz are way too preedictable.” Taunted the blonde haired alien. After Broly realised that violence wasn’t going to get him very far, he asked “Why do you hate Saiyans?” resentfully. He couldn’t keep his glare away from the alien’s face. “Hah… Hahaha, hahahahaha!” Salza started off with a chuckle, and ended up bursting into laughter. The insulting laughter hurt Broly’s ears, but Salza tried to break his laughter and said “Becauze, you feelthy monkeys were a worry in lord Freeza’s side, and had to be put down. This iz nothing againzt you personally, we just can’t rizk you repopulating iz all. You could zay, I’m doing ze universe a FAVOUR!” As he shouted, Salza leaped towards Broly and kicked him square in the chin. The kick was received with such an incredible power that it would have sent Broly reeling backwards, had it not been to the arrow tethers binding him in place. Broly fell on both knees and held his chin which had suffered quite a bit of damage, yet continued to stare directly into his opponent’s eyes. Opening one of his hands, Salza smirked and said “Begon, dirty monkey!” His opened hand suddenly became emblazoned with a Ki that took on a sharp look to it. Salza walked over to the side of Broly (That had the restrained arm), and raised his arm up. He went to swing his arm down, but moments before his hand made contact with Broly’s neck, the Saiyan let out what could only be described as a warrior’s cry. At the sound of the cry, Salza was blown away by a powerful gust of wind that followed a blinding light. Broly’s body now glowed a deadly green, and a mighty aura of the same colour swirled around him. His powerful Ki was strong enough to warp the air in the area, as well as managing to disintegrate the Ki arrows that were once plunged into him. “Raaaaaahhhhh!!!” Broly screamed. His every heartbeat pulsed his Ki in a fine exhilarated rhythm. Salza, on the other hand steadily got up from his earlier fall, and wiped away the trickle of blood that seeped from the left corner of his mouth. “Damnit! So you’re choozing to put up a fight, eh? Very well then.” Salza clenched the both of his fists, and powered up by igniting an aura of his own. As a contrast to Broly’s wildly green aura, Salza’s was a smaller, yet more tamed blue colour. This didn’t mean that Salza was weaker than Broly. If anything, it meant that he didn’t need to output nearly as much Ki into his body as Broly did to reach the strength he hoped to reach. “Come, Saiyan! I shall execute you in battle!” Seeming to finally acknowledge Broly as a worthwhile opponent, Salza charged at him with his Ki blade still active.

Despite Salza being the one to take the initiative, Broly answered his call with an upwards kick, however his opponent narrowly dodged it with a side step, and retaliated with a kick of his own. Thanks to his earlier powerup, the captain’s kick didn’t hurt as badly, but it still caused damage and sent him soaring through the air. Before he could get too far, Broly broke his momentum mid-air, and immediately raised his arm to block Salza’s incoming punch. The former tried to counter with a swipe, though it was just barely dodged again, and Salza went in with his blade. As the tip of the blade scratched Broly’s chest, he knocked his hand to the right which formed a large yet shallow cut on the left side of his chest. The Saiyan used the opening to land a powerful left punch into his chest, followed by a sharp upper cut which created a large gap between the two. “Tch, pezky monkey! Take zis!” Putting his hands together, Salza formed a bright light inside of his intertwined hands, and fired off a barrage of smaller Ki blasts in his direction. Broly shielded himself with his arms yet still taking the blasts head on, being encased in multiple explosions. Now inside a giant cloud of smoke, he had no way of seeing nor sensing his opponent. However, it appeared that his opponent didn’t share the same problem that he did, as he easily broke into the cloud of smoke and followed up with a sharp punch to the face. Broly once again tried to counter with a punch, but Salza caught the fist with his hands, and knocked him away with a kick to the abdomen.

The two warriors remained in the air, trading blows with one another which sent miniature shockwaves slicing through the sky. Clouds deformed, buildings crumbled, and the surface of the planet beneath them shuddered with every connected strike. Between both Broly and Salza, it was no lie to say that Broly had the upper hand in terms of brute strength. However, while Salza lacked strength, he more than made up for it in skill. Sure, while Broly’s blows were devastating and shook Salza’s very core, even hurting him a little when he blocked or parried them, they only managed to get a direct hit about two of three times at most. As for Salza, he had a certain finesse that allowed him to dodge most of Broly’s large, telegraphed attacks. And for each one he dodged, he payed the Saiyan back with two of his own. The damage he sustained wasn’t that much, but it stacked up, and when you factor in how much damage Broly sustained previously, it was only a matter of time until he broke. Broly knew this. But, if he could just hold out long enough and out hit Salza, surely he could pull through and beat him.

“Rah dah dah dah!” As the fight carried on, Broly became progressively more and more desperate, firing off rapid fire punch after rapid fire punch in hopes that he could hit his opponent. Whether it was to stun him, or take him down outright, Broly did whatever he could to land a hit. However, as he became more desperate to land a hit, he began to slow down, and it became harder and harder to land a hit to the point where he wasn’t getting any attacks in. Over the course of about 10 minutes, the fight became completely one sided. “Haaaah… Haaah… Damn you!” After Salza shot him away with a series of Ki blasts, he cursed aloud for all to hear. While Salza was taking great care not to take any direct hits from Broly, he found that his own attacks weren’t exactly having the same punch as they did earlier in the fight. As they’d been fighting in midair for over 10 minutes now, it was having a serious impact on the captain’s stamina, making his punches and kicks weaker and weaker with each blow he dealt. His Ki was also taking a hit, as with every time he tried to recover his stamina and catch his breath, he’d pepper Broly with a volley of Ki blasts, or just try and fly away from him. Because of this, he had to conserve his Ki by dropping his aura, which no doubt hindered the damage he was dealing. “I need… To finish thiz quickly… Or I’ll lose…” his hit and run tactic becoming more and more frequent, and since his Ki was almost depleted, he wouldn’t be able to rely on that tactic anymore. When that happened, it would only be a matter of time until he ran out of breath, and Broly would be able to nail him with one powerful attack to take him out. To ensure that this wouldn’t happen, Salza reignited his aura and formed a Ki blade in his left hand, much stronger than the last time he made it. As the smoke from the earlier volley cleared, it showed that Broly had taken little damage from it, as it was really only served as a painful distraction. With the Ki Salza was using reaching its limit, the alien captain started to become dizzy in the head, a clear sign of Ki fatigue.

Making sure he wasted no time senselessly burning up power, Salza flew faster than a rocket towards the Saiyan, and swung his blade at him. Unlike the other attacks up until now, Broly realised just how deadly this one was compared to the others and flew to the left to dodge before gaining some distance. Broly gathered up some energy in his hands and fired off two powerful blasts at the captain, though the first was easily dodged and the other was cut in 2 by the Ki blade. Deciding again to take the initiative, Broly lunged at Salza and kicked at him, missed, and sent another bulky kick downwards. This time, the captain caught Broly’s leg and cushioned the impact by descending altitude, dragging Broly with him. With more than enough force to throw a mammoth, Salza sent Broly hurdling down to the ground where his body quickly smashed into the dirtied concrete. “Baaah!” The Saiyan staggered to get up, but with a mighty push he blew the dust and rubble away which revealed his foe was standing less than a metre away from him. The blonde haired captain shot a quick yet effective Ki blast that the youth blocked, and once again entered the smoke to take a diagonal strike at Broly. However, Broly heard his opponent’s grunt, and jumped backwards, which reduced what would have been a fatal blow to another scar across his chest that ran along his other one, giving him a gruesome looking X cut on his left breast. As Broly was now outside of the smoke, he could faintly see Salza’s figure moving about inside of it, and then saw the sharp Ki blade protrude outwards from the smoke that reached once again for his heart. In a mere fraction of a second, Broly caught the arm of the captain, just narrowly avoiding the base of the Ki blade. “C-crap! I got carelez!” Salza cursed. He attempted to free himself of Broly’s grasp by pulling away, but he’d lost too much stamina. Seeing as though that arm was trapped, he dispelled the Ki blade and began molding his Ki in his other hand, using up the last of it to send a blast directly into Broly’s face. However, the brute tilted his head to the side to dodge it, and sent a devastating punch straight into the captain’s stomach. He let go of Salza’s hand, and watched as he skidded backwards into a nearby rock. No stamina, no Ki, no will to fight. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had been bested by the Saiyan.

Why did he lose, he wondered. He’d been careful not to get hit too much during the fight, and he’d hurled attack after attack after the Saiyan, yet he didn’t let up. The two of them didn’t even seem that far apart in terms of power before, so why did the fight turn out this way? Ever since he was admitted into the Frieza force, he worked tirelessly day and night, refining not only his body but his mind, making sure that whenever he entered the heat of battle, that he always had some sort of strategy on hand. Before too much time passed, he’d earned his stripes and was promoted from a simple grunt to that of a commander, being able to manage his own team that he dubbed the Salza Squad. As the months went by, he and his team got to know each other, and he made it a point to help them improve along with him as he worked his way up through the ranks. Within the next few years, Salza really started to make a name for himself along with his team, and he was invited to join the Ginyu force. However, much to his team’s shock, he declined, stating that he didn’t want to leave his team behind. It was a few days after he’d declined the invitation that he got another invitation, however this time it wasn’t from the Ginyu force. It was none other than Lord Cooler, and he’d invited not only Salza but his entire team to act as his own personal task force, Salza being Cooler’s right hand man as a captain. They joyfully accepted, and the group that once called itself the ‘Salza Squad’ became the ‘Saiyan Extermination Squad’. They, along with some other powerful recruits, went from planet to planet, gathering intel from various sources to the whereabouts of the surviving Saiyans. Using that information, they tracked down and hunted the Saiyans in cold blood. So when was it? When did he stop trying so hard, when did he stop training? It wasn’t that he slacked off, but he seemed to think that the position of Cooler’s right hand man, someone even stronger than Captain Ginyu himself was good enough. He didn’t care about aiming any higher, only really focusing on helping his comrades get stronger, and he himself remained stagnant. He lamented his defeat, and didn’t even attempt to move as Broly started to pound his body into the rock.

“Huh. That’s quite intriguing.” As Broly was pummeling the life out of the seasoned captain, a thin red beam came streaking down towards him from high up. The Saiyan barely had any time to dodge, but the attack was so thin that even the slightest of movement helped him to evade it. The instant that Broly saw the red beam, he knew, that if he’d have taken it head on, he would have died. Following the light upwards and away, Broly saw the one who’d fired off the laser in the first place. Then, upon seeing him, every hair on his body stood on end. “Grr, you! Frieza!” Ignoring the warnings his father had given him, Broly growled at the man standing atop a nearby building. The man folded both of his arms and frowned, saying “Frieza? We may be brothers, but we don’t look that alike. You shall pay for your insolence in blood, filthy Saiyan.” Clearly not having yet comprehended what the man had just said, Broly stood still with his guard up. His legs were visibly shaking from the damage he’d received in the last half hour. “L-Lord Cooler!” Shouted Salza who suddenly sprung to life “I am zorry, my lord. I- cough -was unable to eliminate the Saiyan zcum. I’ll accept any puneeshment for my failure.” “No, you did fine Salza. Out of everyone, you actually accomplished your mission.” Cooler replied with a hint of glee in his voice. “I-I did?” Salza stammered, confused. “Yes. Now that I’ve seen what he can do, I no longer want the Saiyan child dead. His DNA could prove quite useful to our empire, but it doesn’t look like he’s in a cooperative mood right now. So, you did the right thing in weakening him Salza, I’ll take it fr-” “HEEEEY! Shut it!” Interrupting both Salza and his master’s conversation, Broly stamped his feet and distorted the air around him to get their attention. “You, Frieza look-alike, explain. Who the hell are you?!” “Call me that again and I will have your head. Very well then, if it makes you stop calling me by that name…” The man’s tail swooshed around in the air, and there was suddenly an air of superiority to him, as if he’d done this many times before. He continued “I’m that arrogant idiot Frieza’s older brother, Cooler. Though as a lesser being, you may refer to me as ‘Lord Cooler’.” “Cooler, huh? That’s all I needed to hear!” Once the being known as Cooler was done with his speech, Broly’s aura flared to life once more, and he charged at him with the intent to kill. The Saiyan pulled back his fist in preparation for a punch, but Cooler made no move to dodge or block his incoming attack. “Pitiful.” Cooler sighed as he leaned his head back to avoid Broly’s left hook, and countered by whipping Broly in the head with his tail, sending him crashing into the already broken up ground. With barely even moving a muscle, Cooler made Broly slip into unconscious.