12-20-2006, 09:46 PM
?You don?t lack honor,? uttered the Saiya-Jin to the surprise of the android. ?Sometimes, your friends are all you have. I could learn a thing or two from you?? Another tear rolled down Broli?s cheek. There was no easy solution, no simple way to deal with the Commander. Seventeen had fought to be with his friends one last time, to save them if he could. What right did Broli hold to judge that, to call his actions dishonorable? And furthermore, where had Broli been when King Cold had died, when Pigero had died? Why hadn?t he gone to save his friends? Had he really been so consumed by the thought of victory?
The Saiyan looked away as he attempted to eliminate the awkward silence. ?I hold no grudge against you, neither for Minoshia, nor for fleeing Vejita and I. I don?t know what transpired in the plains. It?s as simple as that. I know, though, that whatever reasons you had were justified. You simply came out on top, and that?s how it is.?
Despite his fa?ade, Broli?s stomach was in knots, the disgust filling up to his throat. What of the other thousand men that had died? Where was Broli?s loyalty then?
Broli rubbed his hands against his face, discarding his thoughts as he looked to the Android. ?Tell me your story. Who are you, Seventeen? What makes you care about people so much?? Broli wanted to know. He wanted to know who the android was. He felt as if the cyborg before him was more of a human than he?d ever had been. He had seen Seventeen fight to near death for his friends. In the luminosity of battle, Burori had seen the inner face of the android. It shunned him. It forced him to hide his head in the shame of his own life, of his own humanity. He had never cared about anyone other than himself and his own race. Any non-Saiya-Jin was regarded as insignificant, as not worthy of his countenance.
Saving Vejita and securing his rule had all been steps to maintain the superiority of the Saiya-Jins, but after encountering Android Seventeen, the cruel question arose in Burori?s mind. Were the Saiyans superior at all, anymore? Were they no longer the powerful race they had once been when he was but a mere child? Was it possible that the time of the Saiyans had come and gone, and now an era existed in which android, human, whatever could rise to the status of a hero? Broli had been wrong, and indeed, the era of the Saiya-Jin was long dead and gone.
In fact, it was only Broli who had not seen this change occur. Lost in the journeys of his past, Broli had returned to Vegeta-Sei in order to reunite the Saiya-Jins, thinking that their supremacy was still intact. It had taken this long for him to realize that the Saiyans weren?t the proud warriors he remembered. They were fighters like anyone else, and anyone else, not just Saiyans, could be supreme, powerful, and honorable. Seventeen, an android, had proved that much.
The Saiya-Jin era had been dead for years, perhaps since his days as a young child. He wanted to know the story of the android before him, of the warrior that he found himself wishing that he could replicate in other Saiya-Jins. Why did the Saiyans of the present day lack what Seventeen possessed? Why had Broli not seen it until now?
?Tell me your story,? the Saiyan repeated.
The Saiyan looked away as he attempted to eliminate the awkward silence. ?I hold no grudge against you, neither for Minoshia, nor for fleeing Vejita and I. I don?t know what transpired in the plains. It?s as simple as that. I know, though, that whatever reasons you had were justified. You simply came out on top, and that?s how it is.?
Despite his fa?ade, Broli?s stomach was in knots, the disgust filling up to his throat. What of the other thousand men that had died? Where was Broli?s loyalty then?
Broli rubbed his hands against his face, discarding his thoughts as he looked to the Android. ?Tell me your story. Who are you, Seventeen? What makes you care about people so much?? Broli wanted to know. He wanted to know who the android was. He felt as if the cyborg before him was more of a human than he?d ever had been. He had seen Seventeen fight to near death for his friends. In the luminosity of battle, Burori had seen the inner face of the android. It shunned him. It forced him to hide his head in the shame of his own life, of his own humanity. He had never cared about anyone other than himself and his own race. Any non-Saiya-Jin was regarded as insignificant, as not worthy of his countenance.
Saving Vejita and securing his rule had all been steps to maintain the superiority of the Saiya-Jins, but after encountering Android Seventeen, the cruel question arose in Burori?s mind. Were the Saiyans superior at all, anymore? Were they no longer the powerful race they had once been when he was but a mere child? Was it possible that the time of the Saiyans had come and gone, and now an era existed in which android, human, whatever could rise to the status of a hero? Broli had been wrong, and indeed, the era of the Saiya-Jin was long dead and gone.
In fact, it was only Broli who had not seen this change occur. Lost in the journeys of his past, Broli had returned to Vegeta-Sei in order to reunite the Saiya-Jins, thinking that their supremacy was still intact. It had taken this long for him to realize that the Saiyans weren?t the proud warriors he remembered. They were fighters like anyone else, and anyone else, not just Saiyans, could be supreme, powerful, and honorable. Seventeen, an android, had proved that much.
The Saiya-Jin era had been dead for years, perhaps since his days as a young child. He wanted to know the story of the android before him, of the warrior that he found himself wishing that he could replicate in other Saiya-Jins. Why did the Saiyans of the present day lack what Seventeen possessed? Why had Broli not seen it until now?
?Tell me your story,? the Saiyan repeated.