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Coup d'état: Broli’s Return (Prologue)
The halls were dark, just like the halls of many evil places; the air was no better as it was colder than was needed as if to purposely cause discomfort. The only light that pierced the darkness was that of the torches mounted on the columns that were several rows deep and went down the hall as far as the eye could see. Though the flames were not orange as most castles would have preferred, rather, they were blue flames as if winter itself could become so cold that heat could be released. He extended his hand out to one as he walked past it, and quickly retracted it in pain, looking down he saw ice covering his fingertips as he felt his blood freeze nearly to the bone. A voice behind him asked if he was alright, one of his men, but he did not reply, this was an unnatural place and he would have preferred the meeting took place in a more natural setting – preferably in the mist where he held the advantage. His men and he continued their path down the blue-illuminated halls as he felt a sense of entrapment grow around him, the blue flame’s ability to protect their light weakened the deeper he went towards the center of the castle. Out of the corner of his eye he could not help but believe he saw things moving in the darkness, he also swore he saw yellow eyes once or twice looking at him – none of them he could prove without diving into the darkness to find out, something he definitely wasn’t going to do.
“This place is unnatural, as if made by pure evil,” said one of his men, “Are you sure this was a good idea Zabuza?”
He wasn’t sure it was such a good idea either and wanted to turn back, but something inside of him told him that he was now bound to this place and running would only lead to his death. “It is unnatural, of pure evil. Though nothing we haven’t encountered before. The setting is probably like this to intimidate any would-be hero who tries to enter.” he replied with a cold tone and an equally chilly glare
Torc, his second-in-command, glanced into the darkness and growled. Zabuza caught this, “So you see the yellow eyes too?” Torc was a lean man and was pale, half of his face was burnt and disfigured and the other half was sunken in making him look more like a half-burnt zombie than anything else. His attire was no better has the only thing you could see was black cloak draped around him and a hood covering most of his face. His second-in-command grunted in reply. In the distance he saw the meeting place, two large black doors made of obsidian marked its entrance and next to them where giants of creatures. Standing at least ten feet tall with beady yellow eyes and could have easy had the strength of three men. As they approached the pure black creatures moved in front of them and stared into the darkness behind them. Zabuza tightened his grip on his Kubikiri Houcho. Though as he was about to make a hasty retreat from the strange hideout, using this impediment as an excuse – a scream came from all around, as if out the darkness itself, and the large dark giant stepped to the side and disappeared into the darkness, as if consumed by it. The obsidian doors suddenly creaked slowly open towards them. Zabuza did not release his grip on his Kubikiri Houcho but now slowly began to walk into the equally dark room, which seemed to have no light within it – not even the blue flame of the winter torches. The deeper they walked the more thinly the air seemed to become and the more his instincts told him to turn back. Zabuza slowed his pace down sharply as he realized his eyes would not fully adjust to the room, this mean that there was no light, he was in the middle of pure darkness.
‘Above us!’ exclaimed Torc has Zabuza heard the sound of his second-in-command pulling two kunai knives. Zabuza instinctively looked up. He saw hundreds, if not thousands, of yellow eyes staring down upon them, looking intently as if to strike with the fury of the darkness they hid in. How could he have missed that when he came in? They must have slowly verged on his location after his team entered.
‘In front of us!’ shouted another ninja in his crew. Zabuza looked forward to see, from down the hall the blue winter torches lighting up in pairs until they stopped no more than ten feet away from him and a dark figure stood in between the last pair of lights. Zabuza felt his skin begin to chill as the winter torches released coldness, instead of warmth, into the air.
‘You need not fear them,’ said the figure, and the voice was clearly that of an elderly woman. A black cloak and hood shrouded her in the same type of pure darkness that the room was covered in and her skin was an eerie unnatural green, Zabuza immediately felt that excessive since the darkness in the room would have shielded her from sight anyway.
‘Are you the one who contacted me?’ said Zabuza dryly.
The elderly women snickered, ‘Yes, yes, it was I. I have a … ‘job’ for you, as your kind likes to call it?’
Zabuza heard Torc growl at the comment, his second-in-command had refused to believe the group was some sort of assassins or mercenaries, rather highly-skilled ninjas who deserved to be treated as such. ‘I’m all ears.’
The witch again snickered, this time though Zabuza felt it was a snicker of one who knew she could turn him into all ears, and enjoyed the power she believed she had over him. Holding out her hand she produced yet another strange blue flame but instead of emitting mind numbing cold as the others did, this one illuminated a picture of a man in the very middle of it. ‘I want you to kidnap King Vegita for me.’ She said
The ninja leader raised an eyebrow, ‘Then price goes up by a hundred thousand, and it will not go back down.’
The dark witch seemed to go very silent after that, as if annoyed at the sharp rise in price. ‘You did not tell me it was King Vegita you wanted. You are sending me out not just to collect a powerful Sayia-Jin. You are sending me out to kidnap as the King of the Sayia-Jins.. This is no easy task, and I will likely loose plenty of men in this job, their deaths have value too and that one hundred thousand will cover that,’ stated Zabuza annoyed.
The dark witch turned around and began to walk off without a word, Zabuza shrugged and turn around as well signaling his men to follow him. ‘You will get your money upon the confirmed capture of the Sayia-Jin,’ growled the witch before the winter torches suddenly went out, returning pure darkness back to the room.
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Regret was all that he could feel, and it was something he’d not felt for many years. He attempted to wipe his brow, knowing is doom approached, blood had dried upon it and the sweat broke it off – reopening old wounds, and causing even more blood to stain his white gloves. Though both of these inconveniencies were secondary to what approached him. It was a bulky figure, but shrouded in darkness, nearly as large a Teen Broli. Its weight must have been impressive for the very ground shook with each step taken by the shadowy figure.
In his despair the only word he could must were, ‘Why?’
The shadowy figure remained silent until it stood in front of him, lording over him with its mass and clear supremacy. He looked up in sorrow, his eyes beginning to fill with tears, knowing he was living out his final moments on this world. As he opened his mouth to ask once again why it had come to this, another shadowy figure walked out from behind the large mass in front of him, much smaller and leaner.
‘Power,’ said the figure in a cold tone. With the last sound of the word out, he felt his neck snap as the bulky figure rendered a catastrophic chop to it.
His vision seemed to fade into darkness, but within moments flashed to a scene of even more terror. A city of unique architecture, it held not qualities to human engineering for its buildings were thick and the designs showed boldness and manliness, instead of the grace and elegance humans longed for. Stretching into the sky were towers of great strength, albeit many of them were knocked down or burning, their stone blackened as if consumed by a fire ball of magic properties. Surrounding the city was a once mighty wall, with several battlements placed upon it; this wall was, however, broken in several places with fires raging upon it too. Once again, he wondered in no little horror at what kind of a wizard could unleash so much energy as to cause stone itself to burn. Though as the city lay in smoking ruins and the cries of battle were the only sounds in the air, he saw on the ground two dark figures – which we very misplaced in this well lit setting, like sore thumbs. As they reached the steps of a palace of monolithic proportions with great white stone, with doors and great fluttering banners, the smaller dark figure turned around and surveyed the destruction.
‘This empire is mine!’ he shouted with enough force to inspire even the more cowardice of warriors to rush into the Afterlife just to appease him – no small feet since the Afterlife was pure chaos these days. The bulky figure has mysteriously disappeared during the shout. He turned left and right to see if he could see him. Though like a flash of lightening there is stood in front of him a wide, sadistic grin on his face. With a mighty roar he reached his hand out. As if to take him and torture him for eternity!
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The Sayia-Jin King, Vegita, jolted up in his bed, pressing against his back board with all his frightened might. Luckily his bed’s headboard was made of obsidian and no less than a foot thick, it would not break easily – even under his immense might. A cold, wet feeling was already over him, he whipped his bare hand across his face. The fact that the hand was cold, clammy, and damp wasn’t he concern. The fact that he was sweating as much as he would after an intense work out did dripping down through the neatly trimmed goatee he kept on his chin. He couldn’t be that afraid after just a dream? It was, after all, the fourth time this week that he’d had that dream. Though each time it frightened him as if it were the first, his breathing must have been heavier than he thought as the beautiful blue skinned alien woman over to look at him ; another one of his many concubines.
‘What is it?’ she asked, her voice trailing off as sleep tried to overtake her again.
‘Nothing Woman, go back to sleep,’ replied the Sayia-Jin King in a short, annoyed, tone. giving the woman a very audible growl, as she did what he said. He sat there for nearly three hours, hearing the sounds of the wind outside of his window, which was no less than twenty yard away in his expansive bedroom. He simply stared into the darkness, curious, mediating on what felt like an impending doom. Glancing over to the heavily barred thin windows that let in a refreshingly cool breeze began to wander, drifting upon the thoughts of his family... his sons and legacy to this world.
He had always been very proud of his eldest son; Vegeta whom had grown up into a mighty warrior that had already long surpassed his father. As one of the best fighters in the world, he had always appreciated his eldest sons more head on approach to things making him a far more suitable choice over his conniving younger brother Chibi Vegeta (CV) whom perferred to do things from the shadows and his only two know illigedimant children Kaizen and Wado whom were dirty blooded Samen. On top of that Vegeta was also the only one of them to produce offspring , although with a human , and continue the family line and dynasty many of whom he saw great potential in.
The next morning he summoned a meeting in his royal war chamber to break the news of his nitemares to his generals and staff whom were not to interested or pleased. By midway into the meeting he had already begun to regret his decision, taking note of the looks some of the officers furthest down the large thick steel table gave him. 'You should always know your enemy and your friends' the king thought to himself scratching his beard Although it was always said you should keep your friends close and your enemies closer, King Vegita couldn't disagree more. 'Keep your enemies too close, and you might not even feel the dagger in your belly' is what he had always told himself
"Enough of this already! I grow tired of all this noise" he suddenly found himself yelling as almost his entire staff had begun to bicker with each other for his attention. Only the few men and women right next to him on the table remained quiet. All of which were loyal old servants and friends dating back from even before the Earths bane and the only ones he could truely trust in this or any matter. "Get me my sons" he commanded
"bu...but sir, we haven't had contact with Prince Vegeta or Prince CV in months, at this rate it'll take weeks, even months before we could find them" an elite commander named Teresa replied looking at him with disbelief
"FIND THEM IMMEDIATELY!" the saiyan king bellowed slamming his massive fists upon the thick steel tables. Cracks ran down it all the way to the other side of the table , and the metal screamed as it was dented inwards where it met his fists.
She bowed her head quickly to his command and in unison the entire table save for his closest friends stood up and exited the large room. The rest... generals and warriors whom he had known all his life looked at him with bewilderment. Never before had he shown such emotions at a meeting like this and it was obvious to them something was bothering him.
"What ailes you my lord? I don't remember you acting like this since the time of Freisa and never have I seen such a dire look on your face" His supreme commander questioned.
Slumping back into his chair , King Vegeta sighed deeply sliding his hand across his face. His eyes moved across the room from each of his friends faces , meeting their gazes for only a second each. "Something is coming" he said in a whisper. His throat suddenly felt dry at the realization that something really was coming for them.
Immediately his generals stood shouting out words of encouragement and praises to the mighty Saiyan Empire. "There is no enemy that we cannot meet in battle!" one general cried saluting to their king. "We will double the guards around the palace and activate our sleeper agents at once my lord! I personally will guard your halls! not even a Faxcherion Long Tailed Poofy Mouse will get to your door!" another shouted
He looked back and forth amougnst them merely nodding , his head suddenly becoming light. After agreeing to the last proposal from his friends he dismissed them with a wave of his hand. He had indeed became increasingly exhausted but brushed it off putting the blame on the restless nights he had been having. There was still much to be done.
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"Well?" Paragus demanded staring into the thick shadows provided by the cold blue flames. His foot tapped impatiantly on the ground and his arms were crossed tightly against his thick chest.
Her piercing green eyes suddenly flew open as an eerie whisper of dark magic escaped her lips sending shivers down the Saiyans back. A light green aura flared around the witch as she glared at him. "It is done child" she replied bringing her hand down to his face she stroked her pointer and thumb down his face tenderly.
Slapping her hand away defensively he met her gaze. "Listen witch I don't have time for these games... lets just get this over with!" he snapped flaring his own aura of power. It was but a portion of the one she had flared earlier , a testament to the difference in their power but he didn't fear her. There was no one left in this world that could possibly defeat his son.
He suddenly remembered the others in the room, watching the two. Standing in a loose circle behind the witch , they huddled around the large round platform that floated just a few feet above the ground to a perfect table hieght. Their features however were covered by darkness that always shrouded this place. "It is all in place... by morning you will have your empire" she replied. "But you'd have better not forget our....agreement"
"Hmmph I haven't forgotten our little deal witch. " he snapped back pulling his cloak over his shoulder he turned to leave. "But your little objective will be completed at my leisure. I am to be the Saiyan Emporer.. not you and I will rule my empire as I will"
Glaring at him they all watched as Paragus left the meeting room. "I don't see why we're wasting our time with a monkey like that..."Hissed one of the voices.
There was a pause before the old witch voice replied. "You will also have your chance, be patient. In time we will see if it was worth putting our confidence in such a man. If not so be it, we will have expended little in terms of what is to be gained should he succeed." The witch finished with a piercing glare to the one who had spoken.
The man coughed, surprised she was able to pinpoint his location even in this darkness but he continued to stress his point anyways. "My chance should have come before someone as inept as a common zoo critter. I would have easily attained my objectives in the time it took to tame that charming boy of his." The other members remained silent as the witch began again.
"Broli is the perfect challenge to those that would oppose us. Should Paragus fall it will be your responsibility to make good your boasts. Remember the possible fruits of our labors but do not let your pride blind you to the darkness or it shall devour you."
"Arr enough of this nonsense... We be getting off track from this here meetin." One of the other members spat as the sound of metal crashing against the table that they were gathered shuddered with the impact.
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King Vegita jolted up in his bed again, it had happened again. The disturbing dream of their doom made him breathe hard with effort and sweat tickled down his face. For once he was happy about the frigid night air that barraged him cooling him down considerably. Reason slowly returned to his mind as he store all the window and realized that a thick white mist blocked his view of the city.
Looking around he realized there was no light save for what little could escape through the fog from the moon. Shadows engulfed the entire bed chamber and instintively he felt around by his side seeking the comfort of the new woman he had chosen to sleep with him. His pats became more frantic when he could not find her , and he soon realized he was alone. What exactly was going on here.
Thoughts raced through the Saiyan Kings mind but he forced his imagination down reasoning that the wench must of gone down to the royal kitchens for a snack. He found himself staring in the direction he knew the doorway was waiting for her to come back. Time flew by and by as he watched but still she did not come back. Flying the covers off of him he crept along his room knocking things over as he felt his way to the door.
Reaching for the large doors , panic hit him when he continued to grab at air and realized that they had indeed been open the entire time. Even the entire hall way had been taken by darkness and only a faint glow of light could be seen at the opposite end of the palace. Instincts took over once more as he muscles tightened , his eyes darting around the cold darkness. He could feel the cold dampness of the night on his skin. Focusing he held a small ball of Ki in his hand to light the hallways.
He had to calm down he told himself. He was the Saiyan king after all and not one to be taken lightly by any opponent. Where were all the guards that had been promised to him? "Come morning time that fool Lyarel will pay for incompetance" King Vegeta assured himself as he quietly stalked the halls. A dripping sound echoed through the halls as the king turned the corner ready to fire out the Ki blast. Mist had already begun to invade the castle from the open windows and it had already completely covered the ground. Thickening as he made his way towards the light , it came to the point where all he could see was the faint hope in a world of white. He felt for the wall keeping one hand on it at all times with the other still holding the Ki blast. Something diffinately wasn't right he told himself again right before he stepped into a puddle of something warm. Before he even had a chance to actually distinguish the puddle as blood he whipped around on his heels releasing the Ki ball into the figure behind him. The blue ball of energy ripped through the mist temporarily dispelling it and giving King Vegeta a brief glance of the man holding a giant sword over his head before it connected right into the mans gut.
With a deafing boom the figure exploded into a splash of cold water and he instantly recognized the technique. "Ninja..." he muttered he got on his guard once more as the mist replaced itself into the thick blanket surrounding him once more. "Come out Ninja I know your there!" Vegeta called out smashing his fist against the near by wall it shuddered under his force. Silence was all that answered him and cautiously he stepped backwards through the mist. His footsteps made heavy splashes in the pool of blood. Suddenly his heels made contact with a large lump in the path behind him when another large blade almost made contact with his face as he dipped up and down to regain his balance.
"Lucky!" The figure called out in a hoarse voice as it raised its Zanbato into the air for the finishing blow.
"Ha I would say so" King Vegeta replied "Your way too weak to have made it this far otherwise!"
A hard punch connect dead center in the figures gut and the saiyans fist punctured through the ninja as if he were water. He gasped when he realized it was all too true as the ninja melted before him. Ducking quickly he avoided the blade that tried to decapitate him from behind throwing a hard kick into its knee it melted before him. "Are you ready to show yourselve yet?" he demanded getting to his feet.
"hahahaha if that is your wish!" the rasping voice replied from all directions as the fog slowly lifted to reveal the army of clones that filled the hall way.
"Erm.." King Vegeta grunted he jumped backwards letting a power big bang attack loose into the face of the first clone that swang at him and elbowing the one behind him. In these tight hall ways he had the advantage against them especially with those unwieldly swords they all had. The wall rumbled from the explosion of his blast and without looking he spun on his heels thrust kicking the one behind him over the body of the dead saiyan , it was Lyarels. Another Zanbato flew past his face down wards as he side stepped it punching the clone in the face then fired two ki blasts into the ones behind it. Blue beams of energy flew out of his hands recklessly as the clones were trapped by their own sheer numbers until he could fire no more. He brought his arm out in front of him blocking the attack of the last clone that lunged at him from all the way at the back of the line. His muscles strained under the pressure of the blade but it did not cut him. King Vegeta grinned , that was a good sign , it ment that the real ninja was probably weaker than he. Pushing the blade off his arm he grabbed its tip and yanked the clone closer throwing a hard hook into its face.
Slowly floating out of a puddle of water behind King Vegeta , Zabuza lifted his Zanbato over his head and brought it down with all his might upon the Saiyan King as he turned around to block it. With a sickening snap it dug into the Saiyan kings flesh stopping half way into his right collarbone. "Ah..ah... what the..." King Vegeta groaned as Zabuza yanked his sword free from the saiyans arm.
With a wick laugh Zabuza brought it down on the Saiyan king again but missed as King Vegeta jumped back easily. "You'll pay for that you bastard! You deliberately let me block your clones attack to trick me!" the Saiyan hissed getting into his fighting stance
"Haha thats right, You maybe the stupid monkey everyone makes you out to be , but at least you know how to fight" Zabuza replied holding his Zanbato behind him.
"Heh your right" King Vegeta Chuckled "And I know your going to lose here , you can't possibly wield a weapon like that effectively in here. This fight is mine!" he bellowed lunging at Zabuza with a punch.
Tiny pebbles exploded from the wall as Zabuza's Zanbato dug through it with a sidewards slash and the mighty blade dug into King Vegetas shoulder stopping his punch. "I take that back... maybe you are just a stupid monkey" Zabuza said grinning through the weave of bandages tied around the lower part of his face.
"I CAN STILL FIGHT!" King Vegeta roared jumping at Zabuza once more he ignored the pain in his shoulder as the blade was ripped free of it. A punch connected into Zabuzas face forcing him to drop his Zanbato as he stumbled back. Another punch nearly took the ninjas head off slamming it into the near by wall before he could regain his senses. Jumping up into the air Zabuza dodged King Vegetas series of punches he stomped onto the top of the saiyans skull bouncing off with a flip landing behind him.
King Vegeta wobbled from the impact feeling dizzy as he turned around. Pain rang through his head and it felt as if his skull was about to crack open from the blow. Reaching into his small pack behind his waist Zabuza spun a kunai on his finger then ran at Vegeta slashing madly at him. The small blade cut through his cheek as he tried to bob and weave away from it and their shins met as Zabuza raised his leg to block a kick from the saiyan. Without pause the ninja came at Vegeta again stabbing at him but was swatted away and elbowed hard in the face. Zabuza ducked under another punch bringing his Kunai across Vegetas ribs as he delivered a headbutt right into Vegetas chin. Vegetas knee slammed into Zabuzas chest and jumping back two balls of energy gathered in King Vegetas hands when Zabuza's kunai suddenly pierced into the other side of his ribs. Gritting his teeth as blood gushed out he fired the blats as Zabuza quickly reached with both hands into his pack producing two kunai with exploding tags on them throwing them with deadly percision into the Ki blasts. The explosion rocked the hallway once more as King Vegeta landed and pulled at the Kunai in his side. Its arrow like shape had dug deep into the bone and flesh requiring a strong tug to yank it out from its place. "Its over..." he heard Zabuza say as the smoke cleared and Zabuza was just finishing a complex combination of hand seals. "Suiton : Great Waterfall Crash!"
The tidal wave of water appeared out of seemingly nowhere crashing into him whipping him around and flipping him in its current. Water forced its way down his nose and mouth and King Vegeta choked for air as he was tossed along like a rag doll unable to fight back against the flow. The Saiyan slammed into the wall with a hard thud as the water pinned his back into the solid stone. King Vegeta struggled to get air back into his lungs as he coughed out water involuntarily. His body would no longer move and his vision blurred as cold steel dug into his legs causing him to yelp in pain.
Picking up his massive sword Zabuza dragged it wearily over to the king. A mass of darkness twisted into existance behind him as the moonlight was drowned out by the dark foreboding clouds that came with it. Stepping out into the hallway the witch smiled manevaolently approaching the saiyan king and a black staff appeared into her hands with a puff of smoke. It was nearly as tall as she, decorated by a small dragons head with the same eerie green light as her aura emiting out from its eye sockets and mouth. Pointing it at the slumped body its mouth screeched open with the shriek of a tormented soul , its green glow intensifying as darkness swirled around the king and slowly pulled him into the shadows.
"Well done, Zabuza it's good to know you live up to your reputation as the Demon in the Mist..."The old witch hissed when he was done turning to Zabuza who stood behind her silently.
"I have fufilled the mission and I expect to be payed handsomely old woman." Zabuza growled angry at being led around by this woman further.
"Of course I believe this is the amount we agreed upon." The witch waved her hand as a cadre of the dark creatures carried in a massive chest filled with sparkling zeni.
"However there is another job that I want you to perform should you be up for it. This mission should you choose to accept it will reek many more rewards than simple zeni.
Zabuza was silently intrigued at the prospect of another job. "What job would require the services of a ninja such as myself?" He said making no move to collect his payment and go just yet. "You'll see..." the witch replied.
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Paragus looked up at the gleaming white palace of the Saiyan King. "Now my son... nothing can stop us now... even that witch will soon bow before us!" he laughed bringing his hand out from under his cloak , revealing a strange heart looking emblem tattooed onto the center of his palm and his laugh quickly escalated into a hyesterical one.
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The new Saiyan Emporer stared out into nothingness from upon the Saiyan Throne. All was in place now and all of his enemies would be arriving at his door step. "SOON MY SON... SOON!" he repeated as darkness rose out from his hand and the shadow of his son grew increasingly darker and his hyesterical laugh echoed through the Saiyan Palace.
((Kk people there it is, the Broli Saga has officially started here are the objectives
1. Dispose of Royal Guards
2. Kill Raijin
3. Kill Paragus
4. Kill Broli
*Bonus* Save Yajirobi in the Forest ))
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The Broli Saga
