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[PS] Insaiyan. [Flaw switch Battle Addict > Over worked] [Complete]; Closed.
Topic Started: Nov 23 2013, 10:27 AM (129 Views)
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‘Rise and shine, maggots!’

The saiyan known as Broly rubbed his eyes and slowly rose to sitting position. He was lying in a rusty bed that was barely holding itself together through the years. Next to him on both sides were a multitude of other beds with several other saiyans on them with just such a reaction as Broly, though some went beyond that and jumped out of bed and stood as straight as a candle.

‘What are you waiting for, ladies? Are we going to hurry or accept the fact that you’re never going to be anything in life?!’

The saiyan brute looked around and yawned. Most of the other saiyans jumped out of bed also and got in line with the other ones, like they were in some sort of military bunker. Broly held his hand along the back of his head and, found that despite his bed his hair was still bearing a tail. He was one of the few saiyans who cared about aesthetics, but also belonged to the most barbaric of saiyans.

‘You, tail boy!’

The man who had been yelling them all awake walked closer to Broly. He looked old, scars ripe across his face and arms like sand on the deserts of Vegeta. He wore standard saiyan armor, colored black with spiky adornments on the gloves and boots. Tail neatly folded across his waist, black bandana on his forehead. The only thing that really fazed Broly was the fact that he did not have black hair as most saiyans tended to have, this guy had spiky blonde hair, and even his tail was blonde!

‘..you even listening to me? Is that damned ponytail of years cutting of supply to your tiny brain somehow? Or are you a saiyan who thinks he can just relax and be the best?!’ The old man said. ‘Not here, maggot! You have to work like everyone else, now get your ass out of bed and receive your first special assignment for the day which will quite possibly be the best damn thing you have ever done in your life!’

All the other saiyans, piece for piece adorned in full saiyan armor by now, stood in complete silence and didn’t even turn their heads. It ticked Broly off. He was sure he had a place among the elite, and damn fate if some nobody of a blonde saiyan could talk to him like that.

‘You have no right to talk to me like that!’ Broly literally spat back as he got out of bed. He was wearing something else entirely, something that didn’t even come close to standard saiyan armor, but closer to saiyan nobility. Though he held no such position, Broly loved acting like it. ‘I will have no saiyan outcast tell me what to do!’ The brute said as he stood straight on his feet and was a good five inches taller than the blonde saiyan before him.

Some of the saiyans beside Broly turned their heads finally and barely held in a gasp. The moment the blonde one turned his head they instantly got back into position and pretended like nothing happened. ‘Look!’ He barked with a thundering voice. ‘These maggots know what to do when they wake up!’ He slapped one of the saiyans in line against his shoulder with stunning force.

‘Thank you, sir!’ The unknown saiyan responded at the slap while keeping in line and not breaking his stance in any way. ‘Can I have another, sir?’

The blonde one balked and slapped the saiyan on the shoulder once more, again with next to no flinching from the unknown saiyan.

‘..kiss ass..’ Broly mumbled.

The blonde saiyan walked back over to Broly and raised a single eyebrow. ‘What did you say boy?’
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‘I said:’ Broly raised the volume of his voice. ‘That he is a kiss ass!’ He said it sternly, and without breaking eye contact with the saiyan in front of him. It also provoked no response what so ever from the unknown saiyan in line, nor any other saiyan in line.

Broly felt a hand on his shoulder, but it wasn’t hard like he had seen with the other saiyan, this time it was gentle, and accompanied with a smile from the blonde saiyan. ‘You have guts, I like that in a cadet.’ The hand suddenly crushed downwards and forced Broly to slam his knees against the ground so that the saiyan before him now towered above the abnormally huge Broly. ‘But do not mistake me liking that quality for a free pass to do what you like! You will still remember your place, maggot!’

He suddenly turned and looked at all the other saiyans in the room while keeping his hand on the same place, slowly crushing the shoulder of the saiyan brute who had his own hand wrapped around it to try and peel it off, yet he quickly found that this guy had some sort of ungodly strength. ‘The rest of you maggots will remember it as well by joining our friend here in various chores we need done!’

Several of the saiyans moaned but were quickly shut up by an angry glance of the blonde saiyan. ‘You will, in a group of four people, prepare the food for our troops. And that means hunting. We will see who among the four of you,’ the blonde saiyan pointed at the still kneeling Broly and three random other saiyans that were standing in line. ‘Is best suited for physical exercise.’

‘As for the rest of you lousy maggots!’ The man turned around and gave Broly the opportunity to get to his feet and regain his position a few inches above the blonde haired saiyan. ‘You will all be dismissed for the time being, until the other four maggots return you can synchronize your periods or share stories about how dreamy Titan is.’ Broly rolled his eyes at the fact this saiyan was really acting like they were in some sort of boot camp.

The three other saiyans, among which was a woman, stepped over to Broly who was just dusting himself off. ‘So, you guys are my help?’ He said condescendingly under his breath while individually scanning the three saiyans.

The two men were clad in standard saiyan armor, yet it seemed to be lacking something that the blonde one did have. Though he could not put his finger on it, he couldn’t help but feel a distinct gap of something between the two men before him and the obvious highly ranked blonde saiyan who had his attention grabbed by the three saiyans stepping over to Broly.

‘You four maggots will be getting our food on the plains of dispute. When the sun is at its peak the creature we will feast upon shows its head, and you will kill it and return the flesh to us.’ The man mimicked looking at his watch, if he wore one. ‘You will be looking for the great archirox. We will know what his flesh tastes like.’ He put both his hands behind his back and began pacing back and forth, scanning over his four victims in the process.

‘Three men and one pansy ass woman.’ He said with clear disdain. ‘I will not be expecting any of you back. On the small chance only one of you will return, you will be put down by Titan himself.’ He said it as if it was the highest honor attainable. ‘We operate under one single rule,’ He stopped pacing and placed himself in the exact center of the four on the opposite side. ‘All return or none return.’
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The woman in the group cleared her throat with force and opened her mouth, but was cut off by one of the saiyan men putting his hand in front of the woman and stepping forward. ‘You can count on me, sir! As the strongest of the group I will protect them all.’

The blonde one chuckled and put a hand in front of his mouth in a small cup. ‘If you must, maggot.’ His voice was barely heard as the hand muffled out the sound. ‘Saiyans are a race of fighters,’ He continued as his smile died down and he lowered his hand. His eyes took on a serious look. ‘You must not protect, you must survive. Whether that includes protecting your troops is up to you. But maggots unable to keep up with you just take up space.’

‘Oh,’ He added as he was just turning around. ‘I will spare what little I can of my men and have some weaklings check up on you maggots regularly.’ He said with a held back smile which could even be seen without looking at the man. ‘And one more thing, we’re at war with the Dissidents of Demise. They’re known to target the defenseless in the hopes of having fewer targets in the future. Be on the lookout and try not to die too fast.’ And with that said the blonde saiyan walked out of the barracks and into the scorching Vegeta sun, which was almost at its peak.

Broly picked up on this and feigned a gasp. ‘You guys, if we are to hunt down thi-‘ He was cut short by the same saiyan that interrupted the female before and claimed to be the strongest of the group.

‘You need not worry. You are in most capable hands, my hands.’ He said with a smug tone in his voice. ‘I will kill whatever or whoever opposes us, I will take it upon me to make sure you all survive this day as sure as my name is Tarock!’

Broly sighed silently as Tarock was done with his little dialogue. ‘Good, so you are our hero of justice.’ He then looked around and saw the woman standing quite literally next to him with only a few inches between them and the other saiyan in her group next to her in his turn. ‘So, what are you then?’ The saiyan brute asked as he turned at the female saiyan. ‘Damsel in distress?’

The woman sighed and shook her head. ‘Why are all men the same..? Don’t you remember you need a woman to reproduce? We are the ones burdened with raising you saiyans, and as thanks we get treated like shit.’ She stepped closer to Broly, got up to her toes to reach Broly’s chest with her eyes and stared him straight in his eyes. Or, tried to. ‘To answer your question, I am a woman who wants to make a name for herself, get out of the shadows you threw us in.’

The giant saiyan nodded and simultaneously shoved the girl a few inches away from him. ‘Adorable. We have the little princess who thought she could.’ He said with a sinister smile as he turned his gaze to the man beside her. ‘You,’ He pointed. ‘Name and goal?’

‘Darroc, and I aim to go down in history.’

‘And so you will, Darroc!’ Tarock blurted out. ‘For as long as I am near, you will have nothing to fear!’ He then smoothly turned to the female saiyan and without awaiting a reaction began his line of questioning. ‘What did you say your name was, again?’

‘I didn’t.’ The girl said. ‘But if you insist on knowing, since you are actually kind enough to ask, I’ll tell you. My name is Lyna.’ Lyna said, not taking her eyes from Broly even though Tarock was the one asking the question. ‘And you can stop asking me anything.’ She said as she finally broke her line of sight with the jewelry adorned saiyan before her and stared at the hero like saiyan. ‘You strike me as the type who just wants women for one thing, so you can fuck off for all I care.’
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Darroc laughed out loud while Broly just awkwardly smirked. ‘I am hurt to hear you say that!’ Tarock responded with both hands over his chest. ‘She just told me to fuck off, can you understand that?’

‘Yes I can.’ Broly responded as the grin faded from his face and his mouth turned grim. ‘I am more confused by the fact she didn’t tell you to fuck off sooner.’

‘Just go already!’ One of the random saiyans in the barracks said. ‘We don’t really like doing nothing, you know?’

Broly shrugged and went towards the exit of the barracks they spent the night in to meet the Vegeta sun. He blocked out part of it with the back of his hand as his jewelry shone extra bright in the rays of shine. ‘Get a move on, you can exchange make up tips on the way to the plains.’ He yelled over his shoulder as he ignored just about every comment they made and began the trek to the plains of dispute. Silently he hoped to encounter some dissidents of demise on their way, he had to see just how good his so called ‘’team’’ was in terms of self defense.

‘I’m glad they finally assigned us to this sort of mission for once.’ Darroc said as he stepped out, followed by a listening Tarock and Lyna.

Tarock and Lyna looked at each other and shrugged while Tarock grew a little smile and got caught staring at Lyna a little bit longer than needed. ‘What sort of mission?’ The woman asked.

‘You know.’ Darroc shrugged. ‘Something that involves some action and does not involve feces or washing machines. The sort of mission where we get to kill something!’

Lyna smiled and nodded. ‘I know what you mean, I’ve been cooped up between those men for too long. They treat me like some kind of doll or something. The male variation of a doll.’

‘If you are offended by that,’ Broly began as he steadily went in the direction of the plains of dispute while the others barely kept up with him due to his lengthy legs. ‘I suggest you stay the hell away from me until I can see how you fare in a fight.’

‘I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that and respond with the awesome question that you asked me! What are you? More importantly, who are you?’ Lyna responded as she steadied her pace and tried to keep up with the saiyan brute.

Broly looked to his side, into the eyes of the woman, yet did not break his step. ‘You haven’t earned the right to hear that yet.’ Darroc, Tarock and Lyna argued that they wanted to hear it and that it was only fair since they told theirs. ‘Not going to tell you guys anything. It’s better to just keep your focus on the task at hand if you don’t want to get yourself killed.’

The brute smiled as Tarock started to open his mouth. ‘Perhaps I will share my history with you in due time.’ Lyna smiled at the saiyan brute and, if she didn’t know any better she could’ve sworn she saw him smile back. ‘For now, I will remain just another pawn.’

‘Apparently a pawn with a stick up its ass.’ Darroc muttered under his breath. Broly heard this and stepped over to him, daring him to repeat it a bit louder. Tarock looked at the silent and quick stare down between the two saiyans and shrugged in the direction of Lyna, who scoffed and looked away with her arms folded. ‘I said,’ Darroc replied Broly. ‘a pawn with a stick up its ass. I mean, we have all told who we are and what we want and yet you decide to not go telling us your story, but in the meantime you are going on about a team, we and us. You say all that yet you act like a loner. Why is that? Why do you feel like you are better than us? Do you think you are stronger, better off than us? Is that it?’

Broly cracked a quick, jaded smirk and shrugged. ‘Perhaps, perhaps I simply do not like talking about my past.’
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Darroc replied by folding his arms over his chest and lowering his head, shaking it slowly. ‘We never said anything about you telling us your history, yet you seem to think we did. You’re assuming too quickly.’

‘Perhaps.’ Broly responded with the same tone once more. ‘Perhaps you’re right, perhaps not.’ He shrugged and started turning around. ‘We’ll never find out!’

‘And this is why I knew I wouldn’t like you.’ The saiyan behind Broly said, and he paused momentarily. 'You're shut off to everyone around you. You really do think you are better than us, right?’ Darroc had his head raised and unfolded his arms, looking straight at the back of the brute’s head. ‘News flash, you’re nothing but an asshole.’ Lyna and Tarock gasped silently as Broly began turning around once more and balled up both his fists. ‘You want to be in the saiyan army? Try acting like you are in an actual army, not some sort of lone strike team, douche.’

Broly clenched his fists tighter until his knuckles were visible through the skin on his fists. ‘What did you say?’ He stepped closer and began exerting a small amount of energy which caused most of the surrounding saiyan elites to turn around at the sound of their scouters going off. ‘You’re walking a thing line, buddy.’ The brute said as he took one step forward and his foot broke through the top layer of the soil. Lyna jumped in front of Darroc and widened her arms. ‘That line is much like your will, and your will much like your spine.’ He took one more step so that he almost pressed Lyna between the two males like a sandwich. ‘in that it is easily broken.’ Broly said as he cracked his knuckles.

Lyna and Darroc both gulped. Tarock jumped behind Broly and put a hand on his shoulder. ‘Okay, okay, we get it, you’re not ready to share your story. I bet Darroc didn’t mean anything of what he said. Let’s just leave it as it is, smile and go on with the mission.’ He said with a wink. ‘I bet those saiyans are getting hungry.’ He added with a smile.

Broly looked over his shoulder and put his hand on Tarock’s hand resting on his shoulder. ‘You’re not stopping me!’ He closed his hand and forced the saiyan behind him to his knees. Lyna gasped loudly and Darroc barely stopped himself from jumping forward.

‘What is going on here then?’ A random saiyan stepping in to the fray asked, causing Broly to let go of the hand and stop releasing energy at the note of the saiyan having a scouter. ‘And why is this fellow on his knees?’ He asked as he helped Tarock to his feet, who instantly caressed his own hand.

Lyna, coughing and pulling it all together in record time stepped out from in between Broly and Darroc and inched her way closer to the newly joined elite. ‘We had some sort of minor misunderstanding, nothing worth worrying about.’ She stuck out her hand. ‘My name is Lyna by the way. And this is Darroc,’ She pointed at the saiyan behind her. ‘the one with the boo boo on his hand is Tarock, and the big guy behind me is.. erm..’

‘A mystery.’ Broly said without turning around.

The elite laughed a little and raised his thumb at Broly. ‘A mystery, we get those a lot. Suits you.’ He said with a tilted head. ‘Anyway, why are you all here?’ He looked at the four saiyans surrounding him. ‘I mean, with such power levels I assume you are just starting, and not supposed to be out yet.’

Lyna looked at Darroc, who looked at Tarock who shrugged in confusion. ‘How do you know what our power levels are?’
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‘Well, I’m busted I suppose.’ The elite smiled as he reached in his pocket and took out a small device that consisted out of some kind of green screen and a white pad that clicked onto your ear. ‘This is a scouter, for those of you who don’t know.’ He pushed some buttons and mounted the device over his ear so that the screen fell in front of his eye. ‘It measures power levels.’

Lyna smiled. ‘But how does that say anything about why we are here? Or what we’re supposed to do?’ She shrugged and shook her head. ‘You’re fucking with us, right? No way a device that small can tell us our power levels, right? Can’t believe I fell for it!’

‘You’re saying you don’t know?’ The elite asked and paused for a moment. ‘Somewhere I figured Barza would have told this all to you.’

‘Barza?’ Broly asked as he finally turned around. ‘Who is Barza?’

The elite smirked. ‘You don’t know? He’s the blonde saiyan who has been telling you what to do. He’s a hard ass.’ The scouter-clad elite’s smirk faded. ‘I suppose I can see why he didn’t tell you anything, he didn’t tell me anything either.’

‘Why would he tell you anything?’ Darroc chimed in. ‘You’re an elite, you have nothing to do with him?’

‘That would be where the story turns, my friend.’ The elite replied. The scouter began beeping silently and symbols appeared on the small green screen. ‘Oh, right, complete reset. Woops.’ He mumbled as he quickly pushed some buttons on the side of the scouter and the symbols settled slowly but still changed appearance rapidly, almost as if counting. ‘I was once under the command of Barza. Back when I was nothing but a scrub here, he told me what to do and why to do it. Sure, he was younger, but age made him bitter. Not that he wasn’t an asshole back then, but he’s an even bigger asshole right now.’

‘Oraz!’ A voice said as Barza stepped out of a luxurious building having a scouter on his head, the same as the elite, whose name was apparently Oraz. ‘Outranking me gives you no right to talk to these maggots!’ He nodded to Broly and the gang. ‘They’re mine and you know it. Titan gave out sign-up sheets and you know I got most of the newcomers!’ His scouter began to silently beep also as Barza began pushing buttons on his scouter. His gaze locked on Oraz made the symbols on his scouter rapidly change, appearing to be counting.

Oraz did the same by looking at Barza. The saiyans had gazes locked on each other like two sandlorae after a good meal, it scared Lyna and sent a chill down the spine of Tarock. Darroc stepped back an inch and Broly’s gaze intensified. ‘Barza.’ Oraz finally acknowledged. ‘Still going strong, I see. Apparently Titan thinking you are a super saiyan has been working in your favor. He’s too weak willed to throw you out, and having someone in his army who claims to be a super saiyan only makes him look good.’

‘Say what you will, but I never claimed to be a super saiyan. My power level will determine that for you. Just let it go for a few seconds more and weep. You will have no ide-‘ Barza suddenly stopped as the symbols on his green screen came to a halt, he gripped the screen with two of his fingers as if to make sure it was pointed at Oraz and laughed so hard everyone in the camp could hear it. ‘Only 13,500? That is the extent of your power level?! And you can call yourself an elite? You know you have me to thank for-‘

The scouter on the side of Oraz’ face stopped counting, and was beginning to spark. ‘Oh?’ Barza said with an amused undertone in his voice. ‘Your little scouter has pinpointed my power level? How fun!’ His demeanor changed from stuck up to straight on mean. ‘Go on.’ He said with a nod. ‘Go tell the maggots behind you what my power level is.’
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Lyna shrugged while the three male saiyans stood behind her with their arms crossed in front of their chests; Broly towering above all of them. ‘So that thing is able to tell power levels?’ She asked, confused. ‘And 13,500?!’ She exclaimed with joy. ‘I can see why you are an elite! That is far above any of ours! Right, guys?’ She asked and briefly looked over her shoulder. Tarock nodded with force while Darroc nodded only slightly out of shame of being thought of as weak. Broly on the other hand, stood completely still and seemed uninterested. ‘Right.’ Lyna said to herself. ‘But then, what is Barza’s power level?’

‘Did I fucking say you could address me maggot bitch?!’

Oraz waved away his comment and turned to Lyna. ‘Don’t listen to him.’ Barza, behind Oraz, opened his mouth but was preemptively drowned out by the saiyan in front of him. ‘HIS power level.’ He began with an irritated look to the one behind him as the symbols on his scouter began to change rapidly. Without them knowing he was scanning the power level of Lyna, Broly, Darroc and Tarock. ‘It is 21,000. I’m forced to say that with a power like that, it must be true. He is a super saiyan.’

‘Take you that long to come to that conclusion?’ Barza said in a taunting manner. ‘Now, face defeat in a dignified way and check the levels of the maggots before you.’

Oraz sighed. ‘Already on it.’ The elite said with a tone of disappointment as the symbols on the scouter in front of his eyes began to count up and down. Down was more likely, Broly supposed, as he scanned Darroc first. He was ambitious, but looked way too scrawny to be doing any real training, probably why he was in the first few stages of being in Titan’s army.

A laugh behind him nearly caused him to turn around and lose his lock on Darroc. ‘Like a good little low life, I like it!’

‘Shut up. You still don’t outrank me.’ Oraz replied sternly and with a slight hint of anger. ‘The thin one over there,’ He pointed at Darroc, who reacted by pointing at himself and slightly raising his eyebrows as he looked down at his body. ‘Has a level of 700.’

‘I am going to assume you’re rounding up.’

‘That is correct, you fake super bitch.’ This reply nearly forced Barza to charge forward and plant a fist in the face of the defiant one. ‘His level is 689.’

‘And the heroic one?’ Barza pointed at Tarock, who put both his hands at his sides and put up his chin. ‘How low is his level?’

Oraz locked the scouter in on Tarock and let it calculate for just a moment. ‘Scanning..’ The symbols came in clear and the length seemed slightly bigger than with Darroc, like there was an extra digit. ‘1,094.’

‘1,094 what?’ Barza asked with his arms crossed and a smile on his face which leaned on nefarious.

‘1,094, sir.’ Oraz responded with a clench on his teeth. ‘You really need to realize that power level means nothing, I still outrank you.’ He said without turning around.

‘Power level means everything.’ Barza replied. ‘Now, the girl.’ He pointed at Lyna who in response smiled widely. ‘She seems eager.’

The scouter found a lock on her before it even began to calculate and forced a small smile on Oraz’ face. ‘1,098 is her level, blonde bitch.’

Barza muttered something about not doing anything just because it would upset Titan and began raising his hand, but then just let it drop down next to his side. ‘Now the big one. He seems interesting with his black ponytail hair.’

Oraz turned the scouter to Broly, who shrugged and turned away slightly, uninterested as possible. The scouter beeped and a wide smile crept upon the face of the elite. ‘Remember how you said power level meant everything?’
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‘I recall it.’ Barza replied. ‘But it’s not your turn to ask yet, so continue getting this weaklings level.’ He said with a wave of his hand.

Lyna, Darroc and Tarock all turned to Broly and raised their eyebrows in uniform. ‘So what is his level?’ The female saiyan asked. ‘Is it really that low? That can’t be right? I mean, all saiyans are trained to have at least a power level of 300.’

‘Try times 100.’ Oraz said as he quickly turned off his scouter to prevent it from blowing up due to rapid change.

Barza stepped forward with a stern look and yanked Oraz’ vision away from Broly. ‘Times 100?! 30,000?! You have to be mistaken!’ He fumbled for his own scouter that he had put back in his armor and with trouble placed it back near his eye and turned it on. ‘Your scouter is broken! It must be!’

‘I doubt it.’ Oraz said, ecstatic as one could be seeing that an elite had been outclassed by a low life. ‘But if it is, your power level isn’t correct either. And I distinctly remember you saying it was correct.’ He paused for a moment to see the look on Barza’s face as his scouter just finished calculating. ‘Oh wait, you didn’t.’ Oraz added with a smile.

Barza did not respond in any way and slowly took the scouter away from his eye. ‘T-th.. this can’t be. Thirty? No, there must be some mistake!’ He had stepped back a few feet and had all but broken the scouter in his hand. ‘How is this possi- this is some kind of joke, right? It’s nothing but a joke.’ Barza stumbled back but caught himself at the last moment before turning to Oraz. ‘You got me good, boy! Paying me back like this with a major scare!’ He faked a laugh in the direction of Oraz, while Lyna, Darroc and Tarock had dropped their jaws and ogled Broly without embarrassment.

‘It’s not a joke.’ Oraz responded with a sinister smile.

Barza’s eyes widened and seemed to actually be normal for ones, but quickly went back to his old, arrogant self. ‘Very well, maggots. What are your names?’ He directed to the foursome.

Lyna stepped forward with assured paces. ‘I am Lyna, and the two saiyans behind me are Darroc and Tarock.’ She hesitated for a moment before turning around slightly and pointing at Broly. ‘And he.. well he doesn’t have a name as far as we know.’ She implied that he had not told them instead of actually having no name. Suddenly it occurred to her that Titan would need to have records on everything going on in the army. ‘-don’t you have some kind of charter with our names?’ She asked.

The elite laughed and Barza shrugged. ‘If I did, little miss maggot,’ He said as he stepped closer to Lyna and put his hand against her cheek, only to have it slapped away by Tarock who had jumped forward.

‘Don’t you dare put a hand on he-‘ Tarock failed to finish his sentence due to Barza brutally planting a fist in his gut.

Tarock was hunched over in pain and slowly backed away from Barza’s fist, which was still hovering in the exact same place. ‘You’d do well to remember that I can do whatever I damn well please.’ He said, raising his hand and slowly unclenching his fist to put it on Lyna’s cheek once more, who was now shaking in fear. ‘If I did have a charter with your names.. I wouldn’t have asked, would I?’ The girl gulped and nodded, not quite sure how to respond or avoid giving the wrong answer. ‘Yet, I haven’t!’ Barza exclaimed as he pulled his hand back from the cheek of the woman and threw them both to his sides as if reciting lines in a play. ‘So you’d better tell me your name, maggot.’ He continued without moving his arms and just rotating his sight to Broly.
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‘Tough luck, mister.’ Broly said with a sly grin and his arms crossed. ‘I’m not telling my name to just anyone, not even to these little kiddies you made me hang around with.’

‘Hey, I take offense to that!’ The three saiyans in Broly’s squad said in unison.

The saiyan brute coughed and opened his mouth to say something but Barza beat him to it and stood in front of Broly in the blink of an eye. ‘You will tell me your name, and don’t even try to begin with the whole power level gag; I know it’s a trick. There’s no way a foot soldier like you can have such a high power.’ He put his hand on the shoulder of the brute and leaned forward a bit as he slowly rose into the air, at eye level with Broly. ‘Now, the only choice you have in telling me your name, is whether you want it beat out of you or not.’ Barza said menacingly. ‘So what’s it gonna be, hotshot?’

Oraz moved forward and raised his hand, placing it on Barza’s wrist. ‘If he doesn’t want to give out his name, let him. Forcing people is what gave you your bad reputation in the first place.’ Barza yanked his hand back and smiled.

‘Seems this douche right here has decided for you.. Seems I’m going to have to beat it out of you.’ Barza said as he drew back his fist and clenched it tight.

Broly simply stood in place and remained still with his arms crossed as if nothing was happening. ‘Why is my name so important to you?’ This grabbed Barza’s attention and made him lower his fist. ‘Not that I’m against beating the snot out of you, but why try to get my name out of it?’

‘Because,’ Barza began, staring the brute in his eyes sternly. ‘people need to know who is being made an example of!’

Lyna stepped forward as Barza clenched his fist again and raised it to shoulder level. ‘Wait! D-‘ Her sentence was stopped by an arm being thrown in front of her face. Oraz.

‘If you really are so bent on fighting him for his name, why not make it a tournament so that the rookies can watch?’ Oraz said as he barely caught the fist of Barza as it extended.

Broly scoffed. ‘I bet he’s scared of losing to me.’ He said with nothing short of a pout. ‘Itty bitty faggot!’ He turned around and started to walk away, exposing his back to Barza who was pretty much frozen with his fist suspended in midair, seemingly at a loss for words. ‘Tell me where you wanna have this tournament, and I’ll find you there.’ He said with a wave.

‘Very well.’ Barza whispered as he yanked his fist away from Oraz’ grip. ‘Very fucking well!’ He yelled loud enough for the entire camp to hear. ‘we will hold a tournament on the plains of dispute! Everyone willing to come has a place as a contestant!’ He addressed everyone who wasn’t smart enough to tune him out. ‘We will have no ring, no rules, and no mercy! We will fight until one of the parties is unable to stand! Be it through injury or lack of life, failure to get back up is a loss!’

Oraz couldn’t believe his ears and widened his eyes as he addressed Barza. ‘This is suicide! You know the dissidents are on our tails! You know they will take such an opportunity to wipe us all out!’ His voice crackled as he clenched his fists. ‘You’re forcing me to pull rank on you and keep you from doing this! This is not what I meant when I mentioned a tournament!’

Barza smiled. ‘You’re welcome to stop me, but you’ll have to stop the ones that have heard me as well.’ He stepped backwards. ‘Now if you will excuse me,’ He said with a bow as he slowly rose up into the air. ‘Someone has to include the dissidents in this.’ He took off with a bright yellow aura around him, leaving a trail of yellow energy.

‘You think he was for real when he said that thing about not getting up?’ Lyna asked as she and the two other male saiyans took bigger than usual paces to keep up with the saiyan brute. ‘I mean, we’re a race of fighters, the odds of one of us being killed is pretty big.’ She looked down at her feet and watched them move. ‘And how is it possible you have a power level of 30,000 and are not with the elite yet?’
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Darroc nodded as he pulled up beside Broly. ‘She has a point. With everything.’ He and Lyna shared a quick smile. He turned his attention to the female saiyan and cleared his throat. ‘I believe Barza will stop the fights before any of us get killed, I refuse to believe he would let any of us die.’ Lyna nodded in agreement. ‘We kind of need people to have an army, you know?’ The three saiyans, excluding Broly, chuckled. ‘Besides, I don’t think he is allowed to host something like this without the consent of Titan. I’m not too sure we can even go. And I’m not even touching the location of this tournament, the plains of dispute? With the archirox and the dissidents ready to pick out the defenseless saiyans? Not to mention those who have already fought and are too tired to defend anything if they decide to ambush us just for giggles.’

Broly slowly turned his hand and stopped moving. Lyna and Darroc took notice and stopped beside him, standing only one or two inches away, while Tarock bumped into the back of the brute due to lack of paying attention. He backed up and raised his hands as he watched Broly slowly turn around. ‘Completely my fault, big guy.’ Tarock said as he saw the angry glare in the eyes of the brute. ‘No need to get mad, it was an honest mistake.’

The tall saiyan shrugged and turned his head forward, staring forward in nothing but air. ‘You shouldn’t be so scared. Being a saiyan means not backing down from a fight, even if it is a losing one.’ He clenched his fists as he said that and Darroc took notice and instantly began to question why.

‘Why does this seem like a touchy subject to you?’

Broly turned his head slightly and unclenched his fists. ‘Because, well..’ He sighed, knowing that with three saiyans, curious saiyans, surrounding him he didn’t have much chance of avoiding his tale. ‘Gather round, minions. I’m going to tell you all a little something.’

‘Nah, we’re good.’ Lyna said as she remained in her place. ‘I do take offense to the minion part by the way. You have a lot of making up to do.’

Tarock drew his attention away from the attire of the brute, it was indeed of royal craft. He wondered why Broly wore this, seeing as he found himself in the army. ‘Making up?’ He began, looking at Lyna with a sly smile. ‘Don’t you mean making out?’

‘Shut the fuck up.’ Lyna replied with what Tarock interpreted as a blush.

‘And that makes two.’ Darroc chimed in.

Broly turned his head from side to side and sighed. ‘This isn’t working..’ He grabbed Tarock and Darroc by the shoulder and motioned for Lyna to follow as he led them all to an open space, and sat them all down on the ground. ‘Now shut the fuck up and listen!’ He said sternly as he took to the air slightly and crossed his legs, placing his hands on his knees and sighed.

‘Here’s my story..’
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Meanwhile at the plains of dispute Barza had crashed down into the sand and began looking around for anything of note, and mainly any of the dissidents. He knew they’d attack on sight, but he also knew they had a base of operations nearby. And there was only one dissident he needed to speak to to make his plans known. He turned his head to the side and turned on the green screen in front of his eyes and began scanning the area for power levels belonging to beings living nearby, and out of place.

‘Now, isn’t this a surprise.’ Barza heard behind him as he jerked his head back and only barely avoided an energy blast soaring near his face to cave in a mountain behind him.

Barza cracked his knuckles and smiled. So far the attack on sight theory. ‘Kalar!’ He began as he widened his arms and bowed sarcastically. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure of being greeted by the leader of the rebels?’

Kalar, clad in blue saiyan armor over a grey suit, smiled back and nodded. ‘You first.’ He said with a smirk. ‘To what do I owe the presence of Titan’s own pet super saiyan? In dissident territory no less?’ His own hair was standing upright and was black, as opposed to Barza’s.

‘Now now.’ Barza replied. ‘I insist you go first or I might have to go tell Titan where you get that saiyan armor. And I’m pretty sure the rest of the dissidents wouldn’t like that.’ A sly smile crept upon his face as Kalar’s face became grim.

The saiyan with the black hair stepped forward and took the hand of Barza with his own hand and began pressing down on it. ‘Threats don’t cut it.’ He began to crush bone and forced Barza to his knees as energy seeped out from Kalar. ‘I might have to tell them who taught you how to become a super saiyan in the first place.’ He smirked at Barza and pointed at himself with his thumb as his hair turned yellow but remained in the same shape. ‘And if that doesn’t scare you, I can always tell them about who your brother is.’

Barza yanked his hand away and shoved himself back through the sand. He turned his scouter on Kalar and started measurements. ‘You’ve stopped being my brother the moment you became a rebel.’ He said, rubbing his own hand over the sand. ‘You know you have stopped being my brother,’ He got up to his feet and stared his brother directly in the eyes and raised his voice. ‘and you didn’t even think twice about it!’

Kalar flinched and looked disappointed for a second as he saw the look of despair on Barza as he swiftly closed his eyes. ‘Did you ever stop to think about your little brother?! Did you ever stop to think that our parents needed you in their lives, and not some sort of second rate rebel?!’

‘That will be enough.’ Barza heard in the distance as his scouter began beeping, it had found another source of power and confused the device momentarily as it jumped a few extra digits and then quickly died down as Barza focused on Kalar once more, not even slightly fazed by the voice in the distance. ‘Lots of brotherly love here, wouldn’t you agree?’ A female saiyan came out of the sky and landed on the dirt behind Kalar, only barely in sight. ‘But let’s stop this arguing and get down to it, shall we?’

Kalar knelt down as he turned to the female behind him so that Barza had a full view of the woman. She had long, black hair and wore a blue saiyan armor with only one shoulder pad over a white shirt, and a black pair of pants underneath, followed up by standard issue combat boots. ‘Of course, Orana. My apologies.’ He got back on his feet as the female before him motioned for him to get up and turned back to his brother. ‘So what are you here for?’ He asked. ‘You know this is our turf. And you know the agreement, you leave us alone, we leave you alone.’

Reading his scouter and checking the results twice, making sure he was locked on to the right person, Barza cracked a smile. ‘You’ve been training. You have a higher power than I do.’ His scouter read 25,000. 4,000 higher than his own. ‘But I reckon I’m still able to take you down. You were a pansy back when you were mom’s pet and I don’t see a lot of changes right now.’

‘Still better than being Titan’s pet!’ Kalar barked at his brother as he clenched his fists.

‘Enough!’ Orana said with power in her voice. Kalar stopped talking and went mellow, stepping aside for the female to pass. ‘Speak your mind before I lose my patience and break it open.’ She said to Barza who grinned.

‘I doubt you are able to do that, bitch!’ He replied as his scouter had begun calculating and was adding in random digits.

Kalar stepped forward and raised his fist, But Orana stuck out her arm to the side and shook her head, telling Kalar to stop. ‘You act as if I cannot handle myself, Kalar.’ She slowly stepped forward as dust kicked up and blew past her face. ‘Let this little peon’s scouter finish and we’ll see what he has to say then.’ She said as she crossed her arms.

The scarred saiyan laughed and folded his own arms as he awaited the results of the scouter. ‘You act like you can actually handle yourself.’ He turned his laugh into a smirk. ‘I like women who think they can do anything aside from having babies and look pretty.’ He brushed the back of his hand against the cheek of Orana, who once more had to stretch out her arm as Kalar attempted to jump forward again. ‘My my.’ Barza said, still looking straight at Orana’s purple eyes. ‘You seem to hate it when I brush my hand across her face like so.’ He taunted as he slid his hand down to the dimple in her chin, and slowly further down to her bare skin.

Orana moved her hand in an instant and grabbed the hand of the saiyan before her with relative ease. ‘Enough of the playing around.’ The wind picked up around them and caused her hair to begin dancing. ‘You may look at your scouter now.’

Barza yanked his hand free from Orana’s grip and tapped a button on his scouter and began looking at the female power level. He stumbled back and nearly fell to the ground. He looked around and saw the female standing beside him, wagging her index finger and shaking her head. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ She grabbed Barza by his neck and lifted him up in the air. ‘I will release you in a few seconds. You will tell us why you came here, and I might just let you go.’ She looked over her shoulder at Kalar, who nodded. ‘But only because your brother is here.’ She said as she turned her face back and looked at Barza, who was struggling against the grip. ‘Next time you will not be so lucky, brother or no brother.’

She threw Barza to the ground and pointed her hand at him while gathering energy in her palm. ‘Now speak and go.’

Barza slipped back a bit as the scouter fell from his face and landed in a pile of dirt. ‘W-we have decided to hold a tournament here. This could be your chance to eradicate parts of our army.’ He said hesitantly.

‘Now give me one reason I should believe you.’ Orana said as the gathered energy in her hand began to take the shape of an orb. ‘And give me one more reason I shouldn’t kill you right here and now for wasting my time.’ She stepped forward and knelt down before Barza, now holding the gathered energy in an open hand in front of his face.

The grounded saiyan watched the energy oozing to the center of the orb before him as his mind worked overtime to come up with a reaction under the stress. ‘You should believe me because-‘ He gulped. ‘I know some people that need to be taken out. This could be your opportunity.’ He watched Orana think for a moment and let up the energy a bit, it radiated not nearly as much heat as before and was dimmer, allowing Barza to enjoy full gulps of fresh air once more. ‘And your second reason is my brother back there.’ He pointed at Kalar and smiled grimly, getting back some of his arrogance.

‘I do not care for your brother, but very well, I shall spare you.’ Orana said as she closed her hand around the orb of energy but remained on eye level with Barza, not even fearing any form of retaliation. ‘Say that we take you up on your offer, what is to keep us from murdering everyone present?’

Barza cracked a smile and raised his index finger. ‘Now this is the fun part. It’s a tournament to the death. Simply join and you’re free to kill your opponent. But only your opponent, so I suggest surviving.’ He slowly slid back his body and moved his feet to support his entire weight. ‘So as long as you enter the tournament, nothing is keeping you from killing anyone.’

Orana stood up straight and thought about it for a moment before growing a small smile on her face and stretching out her hand to Barza. ‘Very well. I will include as much dissidents as I can and I will help you thin out the saiyan army.’ She motioned for the grounded saiyan to take her hand, but instead he shook his head and got up from his own accord, remembering what happened the last time he touched Orana.

‘In that case, I will be seeing you at the tournament.’ He said as he dusted himself off and turned around, ready to take off as a yellow aura burst forth around his figure. ‘And try not to kill me.’ He said in a final glance over his shoulder as he took to the sky and went back to the army.

Kalar walked to Orana with raised eyebrows. ‘Do you think he is telling the truth?’ He asked the woman, who turned around with her arms crossed and stared at Kalar in confusion. ‘Do you suppose he will allow us to murder his kin just like that?’

Orana smiled and put a hand on the shoulder of the male saiyan. ‘Give your brother some more credit. The king’s men are known for their honesty, as far as I know Barza is one of them.’ She sent Kalar a smile and pushed down gently. ‘Before the tournament is done, the dissidents will be the dominating force on this planet.’ She added as she let go of the male and walked past him. ‘Oh, and while we’re at it,’ She said over her shoulder. ‘We should go and fix that leader thing.’

Kalar looked at the back of Orana’s head and raised a single eye brow. ‘What leader thing?’

‘I heard your brother calling you the leader. He needs to know that is not the case, as do the rest of Titan’s monkeys.’ Orana replied. ‘He deserves to know he is no longer allies with the dissidents.’

The male saiyan walked towards the female and grabbed her by the shoulder, turning her around to face him. ‘What do you mean, no longer allies?’ Kalar asked with a grim look in his eyes.

‘Let’s just say things will be changing with me leading the pack.’ Orana replied with a smile. She took the hand from her shoulder and turned around before walking away with wind blowing through her hair, and blowing dust near her feet. Kalar threw his vision to his feet and noticed a scouter lying iin the sand, probably the one his brother had left behind.

Kalar picked it up and looked at the screen, it still said something. Suddenly he remembered the odd reaction of his brother as he finished measuring the power of Orana. This made the male wonder what it was as she had never disclosed that information. She was stronger than Kalar in normal saiyan mode, but she took the leadership due to her intelligence so she couldn’t be all that powerful. After all, she was just a woman.

The male shrugged and looked at the screen of the scouter.
Just a woman.
The scouter had frozen at 27,000 and showed cracks in the screen.
Just a woman.
So she was stronger than the super saiyan brothers. Kalar brushed his free hand over his chin and smile as he threw the cracked scouter back into the sand and walked away with a smile.

’Wow.’
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‘And that is all you guys need to know.’ Broly said as he finished his story.

‘Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but why are you telling us this after adamantly refusing to tell us?’ Lyna asked, and the two remaining saiyans nodded at the saiyan brute.

Broly smiled as he got down from the air and placed his feet on the ground. ‘Because I believe that people who are about to die deserve to know their team.’

Darroc sighed. ‘Well that, my friend, is reassuring.’ Tarock and Lyna laughed.

‘That.’ Broly replied instantly, quickly shutting up the laughing duo. ‘Is not suggested.’ He looked Darroc in his eyes and wagged his finger. ‘Me telling my story is not to be mistaken for friendship. I’m just not ignoring you guys anymore, and I’m now acknowledging you as team members.’

‘What made you change your mind?’ Lyna asked curiously.

The brute turned his head to Lyna and inhaled deeply. ‘The lack of annoying questions.’ He turned around and took to the air a few inches. ‘I’m beginning to regret it.’ He motioned for his team to follow. ‘Come, let’s get to the plains, pretty sure Barza is there already.’

Lyna looked at the two saiyans beside her and shrugged. ‘Erm, Broly..’ She began. ‘I don’t know how to fly.’

The brute looked at the two other saiyans and saw them both shake their heads. ‘Oh, so that’s a thing now. I see.’ Broly began. ‘You’re all going to die unless you learn how to fly, you know?’ He put his feet back on the ground and sighed before motioning for his team to follow him. ‘Follow me to the plains, I’ll teach you guys how to fly before we get there..’

‘Hold on, let us keep up!’
‘By the way, with that power level of yours, are you able to go super saiyan?’
‘Can you do energy blasts?’

‘My god, shut up and try to pay attention instead of talking my ears off.’ Broly said, overpowering the nearby voices with sheer volume. ‘Okay, no and yes, respectively. Now go skip while we make our way to the plains.’

Lyna looked at Darroc and then turned to Broly. ‘Skip? You’re joking right?’ She asked in a fit of confusion. ‘I can just walk, right? I promise I’ll stay quiet.’ She added.

The brute smiled grimly as he looked at Lyna as Darroc and Tarock had begun hopping on one leg. ‘You can just walk, yes, but if you want to learn how to fly you’d better start skipping.’ Broly turned his attention to Darroc and Tarock. ‘And with skipping I do not mean hopping on one leg.’

‘Seriously?’ Darroc whined. ‘What good does this do anyway?’ He asked as he began alternating between both legs as he started skipping forward and scraped his feet across the pavement with each hop.

Broly opened his palm and began gathering energy. ‘Yes seriously.’ He pointed his open hand at Darroc and smiled. ‘Now skip a bit faster.’ He said with a grin as he released a single orb of energy in the direction of Darroc, who jumped out of the way as the blast imploded with a tiny pop that did next to nothing.

‘The hell man?!’

Broly opened his hand once more and generated the same amount of energy and pointed it at Darroc again. ‘I said skip. I never said to jump out of the way like an insane woman.’

‘Hey!’

‘No offense.’ Broly assured Lyna, who angrily continued skipping.
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‘Now skip like your life depends on it.’ The brute said as he released a second orb of energy aimed at Darroc’s feet. ‘Because it does.’ He added as the male saiyan only barely skipped out of the way of the blast. And after a few more blasts his skips were becoming faster and faster up to the point where his feet failed to even touch the ground.

‘Oh,’ Darroc said in surprise. ‘now I know what this is good for!’ He said as he kept on skipping for a few minutes and found himself taking to the ear more and more, staying up there a bit longer each time. Lyna and Tarock looked at him and then looked at each other as if they both knew what the other was thinking. They grabbed each other’s arms and began skipping forward like mad, taking to the air in no time where the three saiyans hugged each other in joy.

Broly looked up and coughed, attracting the attention of the three saiyans who slowly descended to the ground. ‘Now that you all know how to fly, which, I have to say you have done quite fast-‘

‘Compared to what?’ Darroc blurted.

The saiyan brute looked at Darroc and opened his palm, gathering energy in it. The orb looking a bit wilder this time, and pointed it at Darroc. ‘Now don’t push it.’ He said, as if a threat. ‘Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,’ He glared at Darroc who quickly snuck behind Tarock. ‘Now that you know how to fly I won’t look like such an idiot at the tournament.’

Lyna cleared her throat. ‘So this was all about you?’ Broly shrugged. ‘Now don’t act like this is some kind of joke to you!’

‘Oh, she’s serious.’ Darroc whispered to Tarock as the female moved out of hearing range. ‘She kind of scares me.’ He added.

Tarock nodded. ‘Amen to that, brother.’

Broly watched the woman coming at him and grew a grin, faint, but apparent. ‘Now hold it right there.’ He told Lyna, which she didn’t do. ‘If it was all about me would I have taken the time to tell you my entire story? Teach you how to fly?’

Lyna paused for a moment, mauling it over in her head and took a good five seconds before continuing to move towards the brute. ‘Maybe, but all I know is that you’ve done it to avoid looking like an idiot!’ She stepped on the toes of the brute and punched him right in the stomach, which didn’t hurt Broly at all. The fist of the female bounced off of the chest and Lyna instantly started rubbing it in pain. ‘You are like a brick wall, you know that?’ She said with a smile.

Broly nodded and put his hand on the shoulder of the woman. ‘And you’re a bit bi-polar, you know that?’ He said as he pushed Lyna into the two other saiyans. ‘Now come on, we need to get to the tournament.' He took to the air and saw the three saiyans follow suit. ‘I’ll try not to fly too fast, so you rookies can keep up.’

‘How did he do that?’ Darroc whispered to Tarock.
‘Do what?’
‘Avoid an angry Lyna?’
‘Being like a brick wall, I suppose.’ Tarock shrugged.

It took all four of them a good few minutes to reach the plains, and when they came close they saw a group of people standing in a circle. In the middle of the circle was someone who looked like Barza but lacked the golden hair.

Broly motioned for the three saiyans behind him to follow as he landed right next to the Barza look alike in the center of the ring.

‘First off,’ He said without introduction. ‘Who are you? And secondly, is this the tournament?’

The black haired saiyan turned to Broly and grinned. ‘I’m Barza, I’m just not super saiyan right now.’ He said. ‘And yes, this is the tournament.’

‘Are we going to get this thing started, or what?’ A woman behind Broly said. She stepped forward and had long black hair and wore saiyan armor with only one shoulder pad over a white shirt with black pants underneath. ‘I don’t have all die.’

’And I kind of want to kill you.’

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Grader's Notes: Very good story, a different change from your 'kill, kill, death, death regulars. Good plot, nice character development, well executed depth. Great start for the Brol-Ster~ XD
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Word Count: 10,110/5000 [ + 5110 Over]
Character Level: 4

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Note: Battle Addict Digivolves too--- OVERWORKED!!!!
Added up the +5 All Stats from the Level Up
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