02-25-2005, 12:43 AM
Broli knew that Kaio-ken couldn?t be the extent of his opponent?s power. He had detected something deep within Goku, something eager to burst its way forth and make itself known. Indeed, the Saiyan had ascended into that of a Super Saiya-Jin, at last reaching the mark of superiority. The Black Demon wouldn?t admit it, but it felt as if Goku was, ultimately, the stronger fighter. From the moment the body split was used, Broli could feel victory escaping, slipping from his grips. It now rested on his fingertips, ready to fall from his hand at any given moment. While the battle was indeed far from over, he knew that something would have to be done. He had given Goku a show of his awesome power, and it had all come down to the fact that the Black Demon, in all truth, was inferior. It couldn?t be true. He wouldn?t accept it. He had to prove to Goku and the entire universe that he could not be stopped, that he could not be beaten? not by anyone. A simple Saiya-Jin wasn?t about to end him now. He had destroyed cities, brought about the destruction of dynasties, portraying his power all across Vegeta-Sei, and now he was to be beaten by a mere creature sharing the same race as his host? Impossible.
Perhaps he wouldn?t need to be more powerful than Kakarot, the demon thought. A plan began to form within the cruelest depths of his mind, alleviating a sense of uncertainty as to if the battle could indeed be one. Broli climb to his knees, snow clinging almost as much as he himself clung to the idea of victory. His eyes traced the contours of his blackened arm, a thin smile appearing across his face; only the malicious could recognize this smile, and the good could do nothing less than receive the utmost curiosity as to what was at hand. The good were so close minded. They saw only what was at hand, biding no time other than to prepare for the evils that would sprout like weeds across the world, a world with soil so potent that no one could resist its luscious extents. Demons, on the other hand, had a mindset that contrasted to everything and conformed to no one. It was a means justifies the ends battle day in and day out; every act, as devious as it may be, was to be done for a future day. Whether it be the destruction of heroes for world domination or the murder of millions for one?s own sick pleasure, all came down to seeing what needed to be done and doing it. In a sense, the evilest of characters were the most pure of all. They stuck tightly to their methods and motives, more than willing to partake in any harsh act that called upon their names. Heroes would only take what came their way. Demons would see what was on the horizon, reach out their hands, and take it with full authority. Broli, a demon of his own, had his own prospecting plans, and he was ready to set those means into motion.
The Black Demon tightened his fists, charging towards his golden opponent. He remained ignorant of all snow, sleet, and hail that barred down on him, nature itself almost seeming to side with Goku in a feeble attempt for survival of the planet. Goku, expecting Burori to be taking part in an intricate plan to catch him off guard, tossed forth an energy orb. However, rather than rolling to one side to avoid the attack, Broli flew directly into it, a mass of energy exploding from the very depths of his soul and propelling him all the more closer to his opponent. Goku took a step back, surprised by his enemy?s tenacity. Yet, just as he was to sidestep to avoid the demon, he felt a hand tightening around his throat. The Demon cackled, lifting Goku into the air as he sought to end his opponent once and for all. The winds screeched at the sheer possibility of the battle ending, Goku summoning out all strength he could manage to remove his challenger?s icy grip of death. Suddenly, Goku?s golden aura flared, lighting up the area with a beautiful incandescence that could almost be described as blinding. Broli caught a kick to the chin, sending him whirling backwards and finalizing the brief skirmish with a point for Kakarot. Immediately, Broli was back on his feet, and the conflict continued once again?
Medics rushed around the bruised and bleeding Bardock, one hand wiping away the salty sweat from his eyes. As people cheered for the victor, the announcer?s voice could be heard over the microphone. ?May I have your attention! Please, may I have your attention!? One by one, the crowd grew silent, focusing their attention on the man who stood in the center of the crumbling ring. He held a microphone in one hand, his eyes hidden behind a set of eyeglasses and a smile apparent from ear to ear. ?I?ve just been informed that a fight is occurring all the way in Sector A, and since we?re here to give you all a good show for your money?? He lifted one hand to a set of massive screens that had been erected near the end of Bardock and Pan?s fight. ?We?re bring it to you? LIVE!? In a flash of light, the screens turned on, revealing two warriors throwing fist after fist. Instantaneously, the crowd erupted in a roar of approval, jumping from their seats to get a better look at the fight at hand. Those who were not fortunate enough to get close enough to one of the VDTs were able to watch the fight from the gargantuan monitor that had been assembled on one side of the coliseum. They watched in utter furor, their hearts gasping for more battles as the one they had just witnessed?
King Vegeta froze in mid-air, his widening eyes and cavernous mouth doing nothing less than revealing his astonishment as to what was occurring. Explosions rippled the planet from afar, his sights jumping from spot to spot on the horizon as he witnessed what he could describe as nothing less than earth-shattering. He could feel it, as far as he was, with each wave of air that brought forth an essence of sheer destruction. An anomaly, it was, that such power could be construed into a single battle. While it was unclear as to who was doing battle, one of the fighters had the slightest hindrances of that of Burori. He felt it, here and there, as if the warrior was showing his face but for a mere moment before disappearing into a clasp of turmoil. A force of tension was set upon the King?s heart, his feet enclosing upon the soft snow as he descended from the frigid aspects of the atmosphere. The sky was clear, the air cool, almost as if he was standing within the eye of a traumatic storm waging war only miles away. ?Are you there, Burori?? he whispered, listening to the incessant explosions that ranged so deafeningly that even he could hear them clearly and effectively, each sound catching his ear but a mere few seconds after eyes focusing on a dome of light on the horizon. He was uncertain as whether to fear this power, or embrace it. After all, perhaps this Saiya-Jin now referred to as the Black Demon simply wished to restore the power of the Saiya-Jins, reviving the race from a long received notion of weakness and ignorance. His tongue connected with his lips, his breaths audibly escaping the confines of his lungs. ?Would you turn against your King?? One foot stepped before the other, resolve and rigidity encompassing the emotion across his face. ?You?re going to tear this planet apart??
The battle had raged far from the bunker, making its way to the most uninhabitable place in all of Sector A, a place that had been described as an area where only ?unmatched warriors or pure fools? would venture to. Icedawn Lake stood before them, crystallized so perfectly that it could serve almost as effectively as a mirror lying upon the world. Broli received a swift punch to the jaw, proceeding to rub his cheek as he locked eyes with Goku. The two hovered high in the sky above the lake, the wintry storm executing all methods of nature?s wrath around them. ?It?s useless, Burori. I?m not going to let you beat me.? Goku?s words came with the most tenacious of expressions, the warrior holding his hands at his sides as his eyes deepened, converging on the demon. The creature spat to one side, the crimson fluids of his existence spattering onto the earth below. He allowed his anger to show, copulating with a sensation of frustration that he did not bother to hide in embarrassment. Brashly, he charged towards Goku, his roars doing nothing to compensate for his carelessness. With a spinning kick, Broli was sent plummeting to the earth, Goku quickly following to continue his combination of attacks. If it was going to end, it was going to end now. He couldn?t hold back any longer.
Goku?s aura licked viciously around him, almost trying to keep up with him as he blasted towards the falling Burori. He held out an open palm, energy showing its face in his hand. Electricity twitched and hissed around his arm as the attack formed, a small smile forming on the face of the father of Gohan as he began to feel the warm embrace of victory. He was tired of being cold, tired of shivering off evil?s blight. All he could ask for now was for success to burn its way into his heart. To his wild surprise, as the energy attack left his fingers, Burori disappeared. His body shuddered, head craning slightly as the words that served to be an answer to the riddle slipped off his lips, ?Instant Transm?? Burori delivered a rocketing punch into Goku?s side, the protector of earth able to feel each and every knuckle pressing against his body. He felt the demon slide an arm around his throat from behind, tightening his throat once again. With a cackle, Broli followed the energy blast that Goku had just shot, his arm held ever so tightly against Goku?s oxygen flow. As the energy blast ruptured the earth, evaporating snow and dispersing shards of rock amongst the environment, Broli and Goku crashed into the crater, doing nothing less than adding to the already billowing cloud of smoke.
Their bodies appeared amongst the dust, Goku pinned to the ground by Burori?s hulking form, still enclosed in a headlock. Broli, gnashing his teeth, grabbed Kakarot by the back of the head and slammed the warrior?s forehead against the shimmering ice of the lake. Goku closed his eyes, feeling a warm liquid bathing his face. ?Look at the ice!? shouted Burori. While the fighter had yelled directly into his ear, Goku had barely heard, the shrieking wind about him seeming to be the only resonance amongst an encapsulation of pain and distress. Again, his head was slammed against the ice, fissures splintering off into various branches of a crater that had been made. ?Look!? The words came again, the speaker attempting to ?persuade? Goku by tightening the grip around his throat. Succumbing with the nonexistence of no other choice, the father of Goku opened his eyes, his pupils met with full exposure to winter?s luminosity. His eyes adjusted to the brilliance swarming the area, and at last he focused on what was before him. He lay there staring at the ice before him, his reflection staring back at him. His body trembled, his eyes trailing from his throat to his lower jaw. His veins pulsated visibly, each vessel portrayed in a color of daunt. ?M-My? My face?? The skin immediately around the veins shared the same black color, almost as if the warrior had been bruised time and again. He had been infected.
And then, casting off all fear and surprise, Goku gritted his teeth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and there he screamed with such a bellowing yawp that the ice ruptured and shattered and the earth itself broke apart. Broli winced against the ferocity of this new energy, his arm slipping away as he lost grip with the Saiya-Jin and was cast into the sky. With a thud, he slammed into a rock. Goku, climbing to his feet, continued to roar, his anger having broken from any constraints into a wild rage that could not be thereby reproduced in anyone except him. As his yelling diminished, his breath could not stay in his lungs long. ?What have you done to me?!? His aura glowed more violently than ever, the golden flames dancing around him. The Black Demon rubbed his head, climbing from his feet in a groan. As he stood, he hunched slightly, one hand holding his side. Blood streamed from his mouth; the warrior had been dealt a blow that would be hard to recover from. ?Answer me, demon!?
Broli laughed, taking a seat on the rock behind him. He felt exhaustion encumbering him, his forearm attempting to wipe away the blood from his mouth. ?You and I both know the answer to that.? Goku shook his head. It couldn?t be. He turned and looked back at the ice, the same image speaking back to him. Facing Broli once again, he held up a clenched fist. ?Fix this!? Broli couldn?t help but chuckle at the naivety of the Saiya-Jin. ?It?s futile now?? His eyes trailed off into the distance, focusing on the setting sun. ?I gave you a choice, a choice to join me. Yet because of your foolishness, I didn?t have much of a choice. And now, no matter what, I win.? Goku roared, throwing an energy orb to one side. ?I don?t care what you think! I won?t let you beat me like this. I?m stronger than Burori, and I?m strong enough to beat you!?
Broli took his glance from the sunset and focused back on Goku. The storm had subsided now, almost as if nature had seen it all too late to intervene. ?Don?t you understand?? He stood once again, one hand held firmly to his side. ?The Black Virus?s plan was never to be the strongest warrior. The scientists who engineered it made the mistake of assuming that. Once it had been let loose, it developed its own purpose, a purpose to annihilate this world and everything amongst this universe. Broli was just a host. That?s all he ever was! It doesn?t matter who?s stronger than whom; it never did." Broli shook his head, almost pitying Goku's realization of what fate was left for him. "Only the virus?s survival matters, and by infecting you, I live on. Kill Broli, if it makes you sleep better at night. But that?s all it will do for you. You see, when Broli became infected, he sought to wreak vengeance on the one Black Demon that existed. Whether he accomplished that goal or not doesn?t matter. Look at him now. Vengeance got him no where.? The demon removed his hand, grunting as his aura reappeared around his figure. He slid a foot back, lowering his form into a fighting position.
?Well?? He held out an open hand. ?You simply can?t allow the virus to take its course. Fate just won?t allow that of you. And so, you have a choice. You can fight and defeat me, or you can die and be cleansed of the virus? forever. Either way, you lose. So, what?s it going to be, Goku? Will you wage war on the very thing within you?
OOC: Had work all day Wednesday, so I couldn?t work on it then. Sorry it took so long; RPs of this magnitude take a ton of time.
Perhaps he wouldn?t need to be more powerful than Kakarot, the demon thought. A plan began to form within the cruelest depths of his mind, alleviating a sense of uncertainty as to if the battle could indeed be one. Broli climb to his knees, snow clinging almost as much as he himself clung to the idea of victory. His eyes traced the contours of his blackened arm, a thin smile appearing across his face; only the malicious could recognize this smile, and the good could do nothing less than receive the utmost curiosity as to what was at hand. The good were so close minded. They saw only what was at hand, biding no time other than to prepare for the evils that would sprout like weeds across the world, a world with soil so potent that no one could resist its luscious extents. Demons, on the other hand, had a mindset that contrasted to everything and conformed to no one. It was a means justifies the ends battle day in and day out; every act, as devious as it may be, was to be done for a future day. Whether it be the destruction of heroes for world domination or the murder of millions for one?s own sick pleasure, all came down to seeing what needed to be done and doing it. In a sense, the evilest of characters were the most pure of all. They stuck tightly to their methods and motives, more than willing to partake in any harsh act that called upon their names. Heroes would only take what came their way. Demons would see what was on the horizon, reach out their hands, and take it with full authority. Broli, a demon of his own, had his own prospecting plans, and he was ready to set those means into motion.
The Black Demon tightened his fists, charging towards his golden opponent. He remained ignorant of all snow, sleet, and hail that barred down on him, nature itself almost seeming to side with Goku in a feeble attempt for survival of the planet. Goku, expecting Burori to be taking part in an intricate plan to catch him off guard, tossed forth an energy orb. However, rather than rolling to one side to avoid the attack, Broli flew directly into it, a mass of energy exploding from the very depths of his soul and propelling him all the more closer to his opponent. Goku took a step back, surprised by his enemy?s tenacity. Yet, just as he was to sidestep to avoid the demon, he felt a hand tightening around his throat. The Demon cackled, lifting Goku into the air as he sought to end his opponent once and for all. The winds screeched at the sheer possibility of the battle ending, Goku summoning out all strength he could manage to remove his challenger?s icy grip of death. Suddenly, Goku?s golden aura flared, lighting up the area with a beautiful incandescence that could almost be described as blinding. Broli caught a kick to the chin, sending him whirling backwards and finalizing the brief skirmish with a point for Kakarot. Immediately, Broli was back on his feet, and the conflict continued once again?
* * * * *
Medics rushed around the bruised and bleeding Bardock, one hand wiping away the salty sweat from his eyes. As people cheered for the victor, the announcer?s voice could be heard over the microphone. ?May I have your attention! Please, may I have your attention!? One by one, the crowd grew silent, focusing their attention on the man who stood in the center of the crumbling ring. He held a microphone in one hand, his eyes hidden behind a set of eyeglasses and a smile apparent from ear to ear. ?I?ve just been informed that a fight is occurring all the way in Sector A, and since we?re here to give you all a good show for your money?? He lifted one hand to a set of massive screens that had been erected near the end of Bardock and Pan?s fight. ?We?re bring it to you? LIVE!? In a flash of light, the screens turned on, revealing two warriors throwing fist after fist. Instantaneously, the crowd erupted in a roar of approval, jumping from their seats to get a better look at the fight at hand. Those who were not fortunate enough to get close enough to one of the VDTs were able to watch the fight from the gargantuan monitor that had been assembled on one side of the coliseum. They watched in utter furor, their hearts gasping for more battles as the one they had just witnessed?
* * * * *
King Vegeta froze in mid-air, his widening eyes and cavernous mouth doing nothing less than revealing his astonishment as to what was occurring. Explosions rippled the planet from afar, his sights jumping from spot to spot on the horizon as he witnessed what he could describe as nothing less than earth-shattering. He could feel it, as far as he was, with each wave of air that brought forth an essence of sheer destruction. An anomaly, it was, that such power could be construed into a single battle. While it was unclear as to who was doing battle, one of the fighters had the slightest hindrances of that of Burori. He felt it, here and there, as if the warrior was showing his face but for a mere moment before disappearing into a clasp of turmoil. A force of tension was set upon the King?s heart, his feet enclosing upon the soft snow as he descended from the frigid aspects of the atmosphere. The sky was clear, the air cool, almost as if he was standing within the eye of a traumatic storm waging war only miles away. ?Are you there, Burori?? he whispered, listening to the incessant explosions that ranged so deafeningly that even he could hear them clearly and effectively, each sound catching his ear but a mere few seconds after eyes focusing on a dome of light on the horizon. He was uncertain as whether to fear this power, or embrace it. After all, perhaps this Saiya-Jin now referred to as the Black Demon simply wished to restore the power of the Saiya-Jins, reviving the race from a long received notion of weakness and ignorance. His tongue connected with his lips, his breaths audibly escaping the confines of his lungs. ?Would you turn against your King?? One foot stepped before the other, resolve and rigidity encompassing the emotion across his face. ?You?re going to tear this planet apart??
* * * * *
The battle had raged far from the bunker, making its way to the most uninhabitable place in all of Sector A, a place that had been described as an area where only ?unmatched warriors or pure fools? would venture to. Icedawn Lake stood before them, crystallized so perfectly that it could serve almost as effectively as a mirror lying upon the world. Broli received a swift punch to the jaw, proceeding to rub his cheek as he locked eyes with Goku. The two hovered high in the sky above the lake, the wintry storm executing all methods of nature?s wrath around them. ?It?s useless, Burori. I?m not going to let you beat me.? Goku?s words came with the most tenacious of expressions, the warrior holding his hands at his sides as his eyes deepened, converging on the demon. The creature spat to one side, the crimson fluids of his existence spattering onto the earth below. He allowed his anger to show, copulating with a sensation of frustration that he did not bother to hide in embarrassment. Brashly, he charged towards Goku, his roars doing nothing to compensate for his carelessness. With a spinning kick, Broli was sent plummeting to the earth, Goku quickly following to continue his combination of attacks. If it was going to end, it was going to end now. He couldn?t hold back any longer.
Goku?s aura licked viciously around him, almost trying to keep up with him as he blasted towards the falling Burori. He held out an open palm, energy showing its face in his hand. Electricity twitched and hissed around his arm as the attack formed, a small smile forming on the face of the father of Gohan as he began to feel the warm embrace of victory. He was tired of being cold, tired of shivering off evil?s blight. All he could ask for now was for success to burn its way into his heart. To his wild surprise, as the energy attack left his fingers, Burori disappeared. His body shuddered, head craning slightly as the words that served to be an answer to the riddle slipped off his lips, ?Instant Transm?? Burori delivered a rocketing punch into Goku?s side, the protector of earth able to feel each and every knuckle pressing against his body. He felt the demon slide an arm around his throat from behind, tightening his throat once again. With a cackle, Broli followed the energy blast that Goku had just shot, his arm held ever so tightly against Goku?s oxygen flow. As the energy blast ruptured the earth, evaporating snow and dispersing shards of rock amongst the environment, Broli and Goku crashed into the crater, doing nothing less than adding to the already billowing cloud of smoke.
Their bodies appeared amongst the dust, Goku pinned to the ground by Burori?s hulking form, still enclosed in a headlock. Broli, gnashing his teeth, grabbed Kakarot by the back of the head and slammed the warrior?s forehead against the shimmering ice of the lake. Goku closed his eyes, feeling a warm liquid bathing his face. ?Look at the ice!? shouted Burori. While the fighter had yelled directly into his ear, Goku had barely heard, the shrieking wind about him seeming to be the only resonance amongst an encapsulation of pain and distress. Again, his head was slammed against the ice, fissures splintering off into various branches of a crater that had been made. ?Look!? The words came again, the speaker attempting to ?persuade? Goku by tightening the grip around his throat. Succumbing with the nonexistence of no other choice, the father of Goku opened his eyes, his pupils met with full exposure to winter?s luminosity. His eyes adjusted to the brilliance swarming the area, and at last he focused on what was before him. He lay there staring at the ice before him, his reflection staring back at him. His body trembled, his eyes trailing from his throat to his lower jaw. His veins pulsated visibly, each vessel portrayed in a color of daunt. ?M-My? My face?? The skin immediately around the veins shared the same black color, almost as if the warrior had been bruised time and again. He had been infected.
And then, casting off all fear and surprise, Goku gritted his teeth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and there he screamed with such a bellowing yawp that the ice ruptured and shattered and the earth itself broke apart. Broli winced against the ferocity of this new energy, his arm slipping away as he lost grip with the Saiya-Jin and was cast into the sky. With a thud, he slammed into a rock. Goku, climbing to his feet, continued to roar, his anger having broken from any constraints into a wild rage that could not be thereby reproduced in anyone except him. As his yelling diminished, his breath could not stay in his lungs long. ?What have you done to me?!? His aura glowed more violently than ever, the golden flames dancing around him. The Black Demon rubbed his head, climbing from his feet in a groan. As he stood, he hunched slightly, one hand holding his side. Blood streamed from his mouth; the warrior had been dealt a blow that would be hard to recover from. ?Answer me, demon!?
Broli laughed, taking a seat on the rock behind him. He felt exhaustion encumbering him, his forearm attempting to wipe away the blood from his mouth. ?You and I both know the answer to that.? Goku shook his head. It couldn?t be. He turned and looked back at the ice, the same image speaking back to him. Facing Broli once again, he held up a clenched fist. ?Fix this!? Broli couldn?t help but chuckle at the naivety of the Saiya-Jin. ?It?s futile now?? His eyes trailed off into the distance, focusing on the setting sun. ?I gave you a choice, a choice to join me. Yet because of your foolishness, I didn?t have much of a choice. And now, no matter what, I win.? Goku roared, throwing an energy orb to one side. ?I don?t care what you think! I won?t let you beat me like this. I?m stronger than Burori, and I?m strong enough to beat you!?
Broli took his glance from the sunset and focused back on Goku. The storm had subsided now, almost as if nature had seen it all too late to intervene. ?Don?t you understand?? He stood once again, one hand held firmly to his side. ?The Black Virus?s plan was never to be the strongest warrior. The scientists who engineered it made the mistake of assuming that. Once it had been let loose, it developed its own purpose, a purpose to annihilate this world and everything amongst this universe. Broli was just a host. That?s all he ever was! It doesn?t matter who?s stronger than whom; it never did." Broli shook his head, almost pitying Goku's realization of what fate was left for him. "Only the virus?s survival matters, and by infecting you, I live on. Kill Broli, if it makes you sleep better at night. But that?s all it will do for you. You see, when Broli became infected, he sought to wreak vengeance on the one Black Demon that existed. Whether he accomplished that goal or not doesn?t matter. Look at him now. Vengeance got him no where.? The demon removed his hand, grunting as his aura reappeared around his figure. He slid a foot back, lowering his form into a fighting position.
?Well?? He held out an open hand. ?You simply can?t allow the virus to take its course. Fate just won?t allow that of you. And so, you have a choice. You can fight and defeat me, or you can die and be cleansed of the virus? forever. Either way, you lose. So, what?s it going to be, Goku? Will you wage war on the very thing within you?
OOC: Had work all day Wednesday, so I couldn?t work on it then. Sorry it took so long; RPs of this magnitude take a ton of time.