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Description: You find yourself high upon Kami's lookout, having been offered a special sort of training by Mister Popo. As you round the bend, entering into the Lookout, your soon drawn to the kitchen. There he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it. Instantly you pass out and go into a sub-conscious world that it like real to you. Find your way out and awaken some of your true power.


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"Broly? are you in here?" A soft gentle voice spoke, as a petite looking female popped her head around a door. Here eyes looking into the room. It was filled with all kinds of counters, each one with a marble top finish, black and grey, but when caught it a dim lighting, the black could be mistaken for an envious green. Cupboards, locked onto each wall, each one with matching grey doors and black handles. All kinds of utilities lay scattered about, Fridges the size of wardrobes, with matching freezers. Ovens, as long as dining room tables, with the scattering of some of the smaller utensils. It was the buildings largest and finest Kitchen.

Entering the room, she began to move to one of the walls to her right, it had another wall attached to it that lead from sight. Peering around the light grey matching walls, again she called out. "Broly, where are you?" This time her eyes catching the image of a more laid back environment. A dinning table, right by here with a small arrangement of sofas and seats, as well as a Television. Popping up from one of the Sofas, an all to familiar face appeared.
"There you are." She smiled as she looked upon the man's face. His hair light purple, if not a duck egg blue. His face, blemish free, yet always looking some what down, or upset. Yet he was far from the character, once you had gotten to know him.
"Shanik, what seems to be the problem?" Broly spoke to the female, as he moved himself from lying down to sitting. He didn't want to be rude, after all it wasn't his home, but hers, or rather her fathers. She was a smart looking girl, her hair, short, but styled well, dark brown almost black if one only looked once. She was not tall, but neither small, somewhere in between. Where as Broly was a towering figure.

She seemed to blush when Broly Mentioned her name, he was familiar with the actions, yet he showed little signs of interest.
"My Father wishes to see you, He knows it is your lunch break, but the matter is urgent." She smile and wave, before quickly leaving the room.

Her Father, was a wise man, he had done many things in his time as a youngster, some good, some not. Although he still lead a happy life, he had come to terms with some of his previous actions. Although some people hadn't. There had been several occasion where attempts on his life and household were under threat. People infuriated with the past, who cant live to grow on with the future. They want to reconcile him for his past ways, while others see him more of an idol. The attacks where not organised group assaults, but more of assassinations, with a single unit attempting to take his life. That's why he had hired Broly. He was a wealthy man, Paying for the protection of his life, and all of his immediate family. He had contacted a Business called The Unknowns. A Massive organisation on the Planet Vegeta, that took in trained Saiyan soldier, and the occasional other, enhanced there abilities and used them for protection. Although the body guards do not receive high wages themselves, the company seems to reap those rewards. The bodyguards seem to get benefits over an extended period of time. If they keep there Objective alive for 'x' amount of days/weeks there pay increases, this continues for several months, until the protection is not needed, or worse.

The second bonus is that upon death, or retiring, the amount of money they had earned over there Protection Career is doubled and given to a person of there choice. Naming the people before initiation. It was a complex thing with multiple forms, but Broly deemed it good enough at the time. Shaking from his thoughts, it was in his best interest to follow what his Objectives daughter had said. Raising from his seat, the Saiyan began to make his way from the kitchen.

Entering into the hallway, it was indeed a big house, in fact it was a huge house. Holding twenty bedrooms alone, almost each with its own bath room, then multiple of other rooms. Although there was only one room Santo would be. The Master Library.

Heading straight down the Hallway, his eyes avoiding the distractions of the multiple paintings and wall ornaments, he found himself at the base of the stairs. Upwards would take him to the bedrooms and other suits like it, while downstairs would take him to the Library. It was underground, safe and most of all, quiet. Santo loved the sound of nothing except pages turning, he spent most of his days reading, expanding his knowledge. Making his way down the stairs, he headed for the Library.

The patter of feet lead Santo to speak up.
"Broly, I'm glad you came with out hesitation." Chuckled the old man, as the Saiyan entered into the room. Placing down his book, the Elderly being rotated his chair to face his protector.
"Please come take a seat." He asked with his croaking voice, pointing at a chair to his not to far right. Following what the man had said, the trained warrior move to the seat, turning it to face his Old friend.

"What can I do for you Santos? Are you alright?" Asked Broly, his eyes lit up with emergency.
"Oh, you don't need to worry about me, I just have a small Job for you." Replied his employer. Broly following with a nod, to insist the man carry on talking.
"There is a delivery at Kami's Look out for me. You know where that is don't you?" Continued Santos. Again the Saiyan followed with a nod.
"Good. My good friend Mister Popo, has a Package for me, but I will need you to go there, and retrieve it for me."
"Yes My Lord." Quickly Responded Broly.
"But before you bring it back to me, I need you to taste whether or not it has been tainted, you can not be too careful these days." Tainted. It was certain Santos meant Poisoned and that would be the death of Broly. It seemed that was one of the many risks the job implied, and death meant reward.
"Ok, I will get right on it." Broly smiled, raising from his seat, nodding to his friend, before leaving and heading back up the stairs.

He continued upwards past the first floor, until he had reached the second. Here was where most of the smaller bedrooms where kept. He had a room up here, but it wasn't like he used it much. It was more of a place where he would store his money, or other items. Heading into his room, he quickly moved to the wardrobe. Moving clothing from side to side, almost like he was looking for something. After a few more seconds, he had found it. An empty hanger. Taking his shirt off, The Saiyan revealed his muscular body from underneath, perfection. He was always know for not having his shirt on. It made he feel more Saiyan. Although there was a strict rule that whilst he was in the house, he must were a form of top, unless he was sleeping of course. The pale blue haired fighter shook his neck, forcing his hair to wave about and flick out from its bobble that had it pulled back in.

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His long pale blue hair sprung to life as it was now free from bondage. He had to make himself presentable whilst he was in his master Manner. Glancing over to his window, Broly looked out at the weather. The Sun shone high in the sky, avoiding being covered by the scattering clouds. There were no signs that the weather was going to take a turn for the worse, which was always a bonus as Broly liked being with out his top. Although the Saiyan had always favoured the rain. It always reminded him of his past. One such event when he travelled to the Planet of Asgard, it was a planet that stood in the constant rain. With out helping it, his mind drifted off.

It was seven years ago, he had completed his Training like all others in his class. He had not finished on the highest of Marks. otherwise he would have been branded an Elite Class upon finishing. No, instead he only finished slightly above average, which was how he landed himself into the Protection Class. Although it was similar to an Elite, as they were the Saiyan's who would defend royalty with there superior powers, forcing all other Saiyan's to give them respect. His class forced him to either become an Assassin for hire, or a body guard. Anyone could purchase his talents and use him how they deemed fit. He was higher Ranked than Low Class, and even some Warrior Saiyan's. Although most of the respect came from Power level. His was average for his rank, neither the strongest or the weakest amongst the Protection Class.

His first Job For his agency was to find an escaped Prisoner upon the Planet, and keep him captive for the remainder of the monsoon season. He was not the intended Saiyan for the Job, as most Elites would have taken it. The only reason he was chosen was because he was the closest Saiyan with a reasonable Power level to the Planet. Altering his destination Via a Saiyan Command pose, they forced his Pod to land On the surface of Asgard. Quickly briefed upon his Mission, The Temporary Elite Warrior was told that the Monsoon season would start tomorrow. Resulting in very dangerous winds and weather conditions, disabling any chance of other Saiyan Pods landing. He would have two weeks to complete his Mission. He knew what the prisoner looked like, via an image sent to him. The planets local inhabitants would also be helping him. The Target was a Saiyan by the name of Reten.

It took the brute several days, hunting through the vast jungles and torrential rainfall and other weather conditions. Upon Broly's searching, he killed multiple wild animals to stay alive. Only wearing his towel like waistband and his signature white training pants. It taught him how to survive in the wild of a harsh planet, exceptional training he would always make use off.

He was steady catching up on the prisoner, through sheer tracking alone, his pace was faster, only slowing to feed and sleep. He knew not where he was going, but neither did his target. Broly was ready to prove his worth, so he could become an Elite himself.

It had now been over a week and his was literally just one hour behind his foe. Closing in the distance, Broly was coming across warm fires and other items left by his fellow Saiyan, until he was ambushed. Reten had jumped out from no where attack Broly. The rain had hidden his movements and kept his power level from out of reach, but Broly was not going to give up so easy. Using the slippery surface, clouds and mist from the rain the Hunter Saiyan would try to get the advantage. The prisoner was week, he was to scared to hunt and eat properly, while Broly used his time to stay healthy upon the planet. Easily over power the brute, Broly dealt a ultimate blow, killing the already weakened prisoner. That would be Broly's downfall. He carried the body to the rally point, keeping it in its best condition until the other Saiyan's arrived.

The following week, when the elites came down on Asgard, they were annoyed at how Broly had killed the Prisoner when they needed him alive. Although it was no crime, it was brought up to the Saiyan Council that Broly would never become an elite, although it pushed him higher in his Protection Career.

Shaking from his memory, the Saiyan's eyes fell upon the sight of rain now falling from the skies, resulting in a rainbow to appear in the sky. It made the Saiyan smile, he still decided against taking a shirt. A knock echoed on the door as Shanik popped hear head round once, Blushing again as she could see his bulging muscular body.
"Are you all set?" she asked. The Saiyan only responded with a small nod, before making his way out of the room.

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Immediately after he had left his Room, the fair haired Saiyan, began a quick pace back down the halls he had once came, only walking several yards behind Shinka. She was quiet, she was always quiet. Broly had known for quite a while that she had a crush on him, but it was nothing to him. He was neither interested in a relationship. He had his training to focus on, further more, he did not wish to complicate his working environment, or at least that is what he told himself. Making his way down the stairs, the large house was silent, all but the large antique Grandfather clock in the hallway. It was ticking, it was always ticking.

Finally reaching the large front doors of the building, Shinka turned to face Broly, a spring in her step as she turned, once more blushing, here cheeks grew slightly redder than usual.
"Good Luck!" She smiled, as she opened the door, a small creak escaped its hinges, before being muffled from the sounds of the outdoors. The constant patter of rain pouring down from the skies above. It sounded like pebbled being thrown against glass. The once slight overcast day, had now turned into something of a storm. Deep grey and black clouds had consumed the sky, the sun was no longer visible. A smirk drew upon Broly's face, until he realised what Shinka had said to him. 'Good Luck'. He was only fetching a Parcel and testing it, or was there something more to it. Wasting no time into thinking, his eyebrows raised slight as a brief twitch of the head brought him back round to what he had to do. Pacing forward, the tall muscular Saiyen entered in to the rain, shutting the front door behind him. This time there was no creak.

Looking to the streets in front of him, there was little going on. The rain made his vision slightly cloudy, but still more than good enough to travel. It had been no where near like the rain he had felt back on Asgard. The street was empty, it would have been silly for a normal person to be wondering about in the rain, but Broly was no normal person. He was a Saiyan, the mightiest race in the Galaxy. Slimmer in numbers from there past, but greater in strength than ever! Walking out from the shelter porch, instantly the Guardian could feel the cold soothing rain dancing across his body. He enjoyed that natural feeling of it. Making his way from the large garden of the Manner, he had made his way to the streets. Looking left and then right, to take in his surroundings, seeing if anything was out of the ordinary. It was not. Taking one last look, this time toward the sky. His chocolate brown eyes closed slowly as the droplets fell with no form or pattern onto his skin, running off his face and down his body. Today was going to be a good day.

Kicking off from the ground with one foot pressing down harder than the other, his body began to slowly levitate in the air. Droplets of rain now running off him to continue there free fall toward the ground. His body raising higher and higher, but only as fast as walking speed. He was hardly using any energy, as it was something that came to him as natural and as basic as breathing. His floating continued until he head reached a height that was above all of the neighbouring homes and trees.
'That should be enough' He thought as he raised into the perfect height. He had to reach a safe height where he wouldn't crash into homes, or damage them with the forces his intense speed created. Not that he would care, it was another one of the Rules his employed enforced.

His levitation upwards stopped, as Broly leaned his body forward, an aura of green energy began to sprout around his figure. It was hard enough to see in everyday lighting, but with the mist of the rain, it was almost impossible for anyone else to see, except himself. He could see, and feel the energy flowing from his body. Kick starting his flight, his pace rapidly increased like that of a drag racer, shooting forward faster than anyone could have imagined. The sight he left behind in his wake, was most likely a more unimaginable sight. The droplets of rain that had yet to have fallen, almost stood still in time for a brief moment, before gravity took its grasp on them. Leaving a perfect imprint in the rain of his image. A truly beautiful sight.

His speed increased further, creating a trail in the sky of his energy mixed with the cosmic downfall of rain. It glistened and shone as he passed it, making a sight which would resembled a shooting star in the night sky. Except it was day light, and the clouds covered the entire skies. Broly had his destination, it was going to be a long fly, but he had to proceed with his masters orders. His vision was decreased slightly by the intensity of the rain, it was nothing new to him, he just had to be careful not to hit any spaceships or hover vehicles. It wasn't too long before his friends thunder and lightening joined in. Flashing up here and there, shouting along as the Saiyan flew across the city. It was like the rain had called for them to come out. Lightening light up the clouds with vivid blues and yellows, as the jolts of electricity made there appearances. Thunder quickly followed with a bellowing call just seconds after each flash. The down poor increased, throwing in flickers of hailstones every so often, it made no difference to Skilled Guardian, he continued with his flight no matter what the weather was like. He was not a child, he was a full grown man, a full grown Saiyan.

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It would be a while before he arrived at Kami's look out. Although he was the guardian off earth, Broly had never really met him. He had never really thought about it. Knowing he was good friends with Santos was the only real reason Broly knew where the location was. He had to travel there before to gather one or two books from Mr Popo. Santos sure loved his reading.

Whilst flying through the hectic stormy weather, it gave him time to think about the many subjects that crossed his mind: Training, Saiyans, story from his past, his father. Although none where a comparison to what he had been told by a fortune teller. A elderly women on the planet of Aralia. She had told the brute in his youth days only days before graduating that he was the next. The next Saiyan to become the Legendary Super Saiyan. A warrior born with such intense power inside him, he literately transform into a being of pure radiant energy, a feat which only happens every then thousand years.

The first, or even, the Original Super Saiyan as he was called back there was born with a extraordinary Power level. Even as an infant the abilities he had at his fingers tips caused fear in full grown Saiyan Adults. After reaching maturity, it was said that he had mastered the ability to become a Super Saiyan. A feat so incredible, granting him the power of the gods. Yet his body still had more to give. Soon after this, his body began to change and explode with pure energy, forcing him to transform yet again. This state was so destructive in power, it had forced the planet into an early destruction, almost killing the Majority of the Saiyan race, as well as killing himself. He had not learned to control his power, yet it was told that in Saiyan Myth, the Next Legendary Super Saiyan has more control and more power, each one surpassing the last.

If he truly was the next one, he was wondering why he had not come to know this power yet, and even forced him to doubt what the elderly fortune teller had foreseen. Although she had mentioned over events in his life that had happened. 'A unexpected journey, with an un-expecting result.' Which he could only count as the Trip to Asgard, as well as some other Minor events.

Snapping out of his thoughts, the Saiyans eyes picked up on the sight of the towering lookout in the distance, he would have to reminisce about these ideas for another time, as he was about to reach his destination. The rain still holding all its fury, as Broly continued with his travels. The tower in the distance was huge, ascending through and above the clouds, before it even reached Kami's look out. There were several other platforms upon the ancient structure, but Broly had not been to any of them.

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