12-20-2006, 03:34 AM
Lightning crackled across the sky, its golden light sparing its fragrances of luminosity to the embattled earth. The fortress known as Hyperton lay in near ruin, its tall towers of stone now lying in a crumbled wake of destruction. Smoke filled the sky, choking the crimson sky as sunset proceeded onwards. From miles away, the battle could be heard, Dante and Outcast soldiers alike fighting to survive. Both sides knew that the losing side would be crippled far beyond recovery, leaving either Outcast or Dante to claim victory.
In the north, the Outcast officer Cell Jr. fought to slaughter General Joy?s camp. A thousand Dante troops were moving to intercept him, and thus another battle of ferocity was about to begin.
In the center of the Hyperton, General Super Buu led the defensive efforts against the Dante forces that were attempting to secure the walls and encircle them. The pink monstrosity roared as he tore away the limbs of a Dante soldiers. ?No one gets through!?
However, it was the eastern gate of Hyperton where the real momentum was occurring. Broli stood amidst the fray, eyes set on the android before him. By some strange occurrence, the two commanders stood within a bubble of mere tranquility, a gap of scorched earth the only separation between the two. It was as if fate herself had beckoned for this battle to occur, forcing soldiers deserving no mention to fight outside the space between the two. Fight they did, Outcast and Dante soldier alike roaring against one another with blow after blow, the commanders standing not phased as if deaf to the destruction around them.
Nothing more could add to the intensity of the fight that was about to occur. No deaths, no glorious victories or defeats, not a single circumstance could make this fight any more important than it already was. It was Commander versus Commander. Android 17 had killed the Konat Lieutenant, Minoshia, while Broli had pushed deep into the heart of Outcast territory. This fight was not merely an effort to protect Hyperton or to prevent Seventeen?s reinforcement. It was a necessary battle. It was a battle that did not ask if it should occur, but rather when it would occur. Here, at the eastern gate of Hyperton, amongst a massive effort to stomp out the Outcast force, the battle between the two Commanders was going to happen.
The Saiya-Jin clenched his fists, his black hair flashing to gold and his eyes fading to a color of sea-blue. ?I see you?re not waiting to pull out all the cards,? the android muttered, raising an eyebrow as absorbed the details of the Super Saiya-Jin.
?I can sense your power. I know you?re far stronger than I can imagine. Why must we dabble with tricks?? The Saiyan retorted, his opponent chuckling in agreement. Silence returned as the only medium between the two, as if each warrior waited for the other to make the first move.
?Broli,? came the voice, the stalwart Vegetian King taking his place at Broli?s side. He nodded to his Co-Commander in respect before giving Seventeen a glare.
?King Vejita, this is my battle,? Broli whispered. ?I know I can?t defeat Android 17, but he needs to be held off long enough for the rest of our forces to take the fortress. Let me handle this.?
The King shook his head. It was then that Broli noticed the glimmer in the Saiyan?s eyes. It was a glimmer of respect, as if by through all of their past occurrences together, the King had, in his very core, found himself respecting the Saiyan that held no offer to him other than servitude and sacrifice. ?You nearly gave your life to save me from Nubian. Nubian wanted me dead, and you fought so that I could reclaim my throne.? Broli?s open mouth found no ability to speak as his King continued. ?You almost sacrificed yourself for me, for my reign, for the supremacy of the Saiya-Jin race. Now, against Seventeen, it?s my turn to fight for you.?
Vejita I outstretched his hand, a crackle of lightning illuminating the expression of his face. The two of them were no longer Saiya-Jins simply fighting together. They were brothers, and regardless of the present, their past would always bind them thus. The Saiya-Jin King, by giving his hand, had offered Broli a position of equality that would exist regardless of royalty.
Although the King?s morals were held differently than his own, his King was regardless one of the truest Saiyans of them all. Abiding in a sense of brotherhood, Vejita I was ready to give his life to assist Burori, and Burori was prepared to do the same for him. Tackling the task of battling Seventeen, the Commander of the Outcast army, was a futile goal for Broli alone. He knew that he would die, that he stood no chance against the android. However, with the arrival of his king, the circumstances had changed. With the help of Vejita I, Broli knew that the line at the eastern gate of Hyperton would not be broken so easily. Even more important, Commander Seventeen knew it too.
In the north, the Outcast officer Cell Jr. fought to slaughter General Joy?s camp. A thousand Dante troops were moving to intercept him, and thus another battle of ferocity was about to begin.
In the center of the Hyperton, General Super Buu led the defensive efforts against the Dante forces that were attempting to secure the walls and encircle them. The pink monstrosity roared as he tore away the limbs of a Dante soldiers. ?No one gets through!?
However, it was the eastern gate of Hyperton where the real momentum was occurring. Broli stood amidst the fray, eyes set on the android before him. By some strange occurrence, the two commanders stood within a bubble of mere tranquility, a gap of scorched earth the only separation between the two. It was as if fate herself had beckoned for this battle to occur, forcing soldiers deserving no mention to fight outside the space between the two. Fight they did, Outcast and Dante soldier alike roaring against one another with blow after blow, the commanders standing not phased as if deaf to the destruction around them.
Nothing more could add to the intensity of the fight that was about to occur. No deaths, no glorious victories or defeats, not a single circumstance could make this fight any more important than it already was. It was Commander versus Commander. Android 17 had killed the Konat Lieutenant, Minoshia, while Broli had pushed deep into the heart of Outcast territory. This fight was not merely an effort to protect Hyperton or to prevent Seventeen?s reinforcement. It was a necessary battle. It was a battle that did not ask if it should occur, but rather when it would occur. Here, at the eastern gate of Hyperton, amongst a massive effort to stomp out the Outcast force, the battle between the two Commanders was going to happen.
The Saiya-Jin clenched his fists, his black hair flashing to gold and his eyes fading to a color of sea-blue. ?I see you?re not waiting to pull out all the cards,? the android muttered, raising an eyebrow as absorbed the details of the Super Saiya-Jin.
?I can sense your power. I know you?re far stronger than I can imagine. Why must we dabble with tricks?? The Saiyan retorted, his opponent chuckling in agreement. Silence returned as the only medium between the two, as if each warrior waited for the other to make the first move.
?Broli,? came the voice, the stalwart Vegetian King taking his place at Broli?s side. He nodded to his Co-Commander in respect before giving Seventeen a glare.
?King Vejita, this is my battle,? Broli whispered. ?I know I can?t defeat Android 17, but he needs to be held off long enough for the rest of our forces to take the fortress. Let me handle this.?
The King shook his head. It was then that Broli noticed the glimmer in the Saiyan?s eyes. It was a glimmer of respect, as if by through all of their past occurrences together, the King had, in his very core, found himself respecting the Saiyan that held no offer to him other than servitude and sacrifice. ?You nearly gave your life to save me from Nubian. Nubian wanted me dead, and you fought so that I could reclaim my throne.? Broli?s open mouth found no ability to speak as his King continued. ?You almost sacrificed yourself for me, for my reign, for the supremacy of the Saiya-Jin race. Now, against Seventeen, it?s my turn to fight for you.?
Vejita I outstretched his hand, a crackle of lightning illuminating the expression of his face. The two of them were no longer Saiya-Jins simply fighting together. They were brothers, and regardless of the present, their past would always bind them thus. The Saiya-Jin King, by giving his hand, had offered Broli a position of equality that would exist regardless of royalty.
Although the King?s morals were held differently than his own, his King was regardless one of the truest Saiyans of them all. Abiding in a sense of brotherhood, Vejita I was ready to give his life to assist Burori, and Burori was prepared to do the same for him. Tackling the task of battling Seventeen, the Commander of the Outcast army, was a futile goal for Broli alone. He knew that he would die, that he stood no chance against the android. However, with the arrival of his king, the circumstances had changed. With the help of Vejita I, Broli knew that the line at the eastern gate of Hyperton would not be broken so easily. Even more important, Commander Seventeen knew it too.