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Brocco; The Complete 5.0.8 Roleplay
Topic Started: Mar 29 2007, 11:20 AM (186 Views)
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The Following Is The Complete Brocco Roleplay (Minus Spars) Of The 5.0.8 Update:
(Feel free to PM me with your comments)

TIMELINE
DATE LOCATION
- EVENT

8.16.1832 Plant (Vegeta)
-Darkin is born; mother unknown, father unknown

5.26.1863 Plant (Vegeta)
-Saiyan / Tuffle War begins

2.16.1875 Plant (Vegeta)
- Brocco is born an Elite Saiyan; mother unknown, father is Darkin.

7.9.1884 Vegeta
- Tuffles are defeated and the Saiyans claim the planet as their own by renaming it.

8.27.1885 Vegeta
- The Arconians arrive and begin to train the Saiyans and provide them with their technology.

5.17.1886 Opex
-Extermination of the Tuffles.
-Brocco’s first battle and first encounter with Darkin, his father.
[The Battle of Opex]

4.7.1889 Vegeta
-Saiyan Civil War begins.

1.3.1895 Vegeta
- Brocco fights in the final battle of the Saiyan Civil War.
- Darkin, Brocco’s father, disappears, presumed dead.
[The Reconstruction]

4.27.1895 Ultarian
- Brocco comes to Ultarian and destroys the planet over the course of the next couple of days.
-Galad, the sole survivor, is 10 years old.

2.28.1907 Unknown Planet
-Galad drains Brocco of his power and sends him 100 years into the future.
[Brocco, An Introduction]

2.28.2007 Earth
-Brocco arrives on Earth and travels to Master Roshi’s with a pastor.
[Road to Perdition]

3.6.2007 Earth
- Brocco is attacked by a mysterious warrior.
[From the Shadows]

3.15.2007 Earth
-Brocco spars with Android #13
[Android #13 (W) vs Brocco]

3.18.07 Earth
- Android #13 killed by Gokua

3.19.07 Earth
- Brocco enraged leaves Master Roshi’s to train on his own.
[The Reconstruction]

3.23.07 Earth
- Brocco battles an evil Deca-Clone of himself and loses.
- Reign of Deca-Brocco begins.
- Deca-Brocco spars Zorn.
[Rise and Fall]
[Zorn (W) vs Brocco]

3.28.07 Earth
- Deca-Brocco fights the original Brocco for control of the Saiyan's morals in the next stage of cosmic reality.
[Rise and Fall 2]

4.1.07 Universe
- All existence resets in preparation for a new universal age.
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Brocco, An Introduction

Standing on the brim of an outstretched ledge the gray-skinned Saiyan laughs to himself. It is a deep laugh. It is a rich laugh. It is a dark laugh. Before the Saiyan’s cold eyes, the flames of the ruined city below glow. The earth burns red from the flames as the sky turns to black from the rising smoke. Inhaling the dark vapors, the Saiyan grins as the fruits of his labors fill his nostrils. Exhaling, this warrior of the universe then clenches his fists proudly and shouts to the scorched planet below.

Hear me lost people of this planet. Your souls are mine to ensnare just as your lives were mine to take. You dared stand against the fury of the Saiyans and for this you met with death at the hand of one of the universe’s mightiest warriors. Now know the name of your punisher. BROCCO!

Puffing up his chest, Brocco screams out of his name so that the sound echoes across the tarnished planet. Breathing deeply again, Brocco then opens his lungs and feels the flames within them build. From his mouth fire then explodes in a controlled blast that stretches up and into the sky. Passively closing his lips, the fire then fades leaving only dark vapor seeping through the teeth of the Saiyan’s menacing smile.
Something then stirs the Saiyan from his moment of commemoration as an object in the sky bursts through the hemisphere. Raising his eyes Brocco identifies the mysterious vessel to be a ship sweltering down toward the planet. In an eruption of dirt the vehicle then crashes in the distance.
Raising his hand to the scouter attached his head, Brocco pushes a small button. The device then calculates wildly until it resolves on a solution.

I sure hope you have not come to fight my fair visitor. For you don’t stand a chance against the strength of Brocco.

Propelling himself off of the ledge Brocco flies out in the direction of the ship. Arriving at the crash site Brocco then hovers in mid-air surveying the scene. Watching, Brocco waits to discover the identity of this strange invader. The vehicles door then opens.
Clamoring out of the vehicle a young man dressed in a robe falls to the ground. Rising the man then reaches into his ship and pulls two items from the bay door. The first is a sword that he straps to his back. The second item is a shield that the man grips in his hand as he climbs his way out of the crater created in the wake of his landing.
Having seen enough, Brocco then descends out of the sky to greet the young traveler. Noting the Saiyan’s descend the young man pulls himself over the lip of the basin and then straightens his back with his shield covering his torso. Landing a few feet in front of the lad Brocco crosses his arms and glares at the traveler.

My name is Brocco. The planet you have landed upon is owned by the Saiyan people now. I am its ruler of present.

You are nothing to me.

Brocco smiles at the young man’s ignorance. How brave he was, but how foolish also. With the mere stop of his foot Brocco could shatter the very earth beneath this juvenile crusader and send him falling helplessly into the planet’s core. How ignorant he was.

I know who you are. You’re smell is what gives you away. You stink of sin.

I reek of power you foolish boy. Are you not afraid? I could crush you in the palm of my hand.

Once perhaps I may have been afraid. But fear is for those who have something to lose. You have already taken everything from me. My name is Galad, from the planet of Ultarian. Perhaps you remember it?

Not at the moment. I apologize, in what I do, I travel a lot.

It was 12 years ago. You came to my planet seeking to claim it, just as you have come here. To prepare it to be sold to the highest bidder. I was there, but I was but a child. I was only 10 years of age at the time. But I have grown, Saiyan scum. I have grown and have prepared my whole life to avenge my fallen people.

A noble story, but one that I fear will not end well for its hero. Your power level is far too low. You can never defeat me.

Perhaps I may not need to defeat you.

Oh no, trust me. You will.

Leaping off the ground Brocco then charges toward the outspoken youngster drawing back his fist as he speeds through the air. Lashing out the robed traveler is quick to block the attack with the raise of his shield but the force of the blow is still enough to cause his legs to tremble. Regaining balance, Brocco then pivots himself around his defended foe and propels a fist upward into Galad’s tender jaw. The contact of the strike sends this last child of Ultarian’s head shooting backward as he cries in pain.
Spinning on his heel, Brocco then perfectly plants the sole of his foot into Galad’s stomach. The youngster’s body folds under the pressure and he is shot backward uncontrollably. Skidding across the ground unable to gain control of his momentum Galad then slides to a stop.
Grinning to himself at the helpless moaning figure in the near distance, Brocco holds out his palm to his side. Following a flex of his muscles, a ball of energy then appears hovering between his finger tips. With the mighty hurl of his arm this orb of light then speeds toward the fallen Galad.
Noting the incoming attack, Galad, wrenching with pain, scampers for control of his shield. In a haze of dirt and fire he then disappears.
Cracking his knuckles, Brocco chuckles to himself at the sight. He watches as the exploded earth rains down and the smoke clears knowing that there is nothing left where once they rested. He watches as the motionless figure of the smoldering Galad slowly comes into view. Wanting to examine his prize, Brocco makes his way over to the crushed body of the bold youngster. But as the proud Saiyan approaches the seemingly lifeless lad, he finds that perhaps all is not as it seems.
Leaning over his opponent, the Saiyan notes the fresh color still in the young man’s face, the short breathes that are still leaving his nostrils, and, most notably, the remnants of a broken shield. The same shield that had been used to block the Saiyan’s energy blast from every reaching young Galad. But all of these observations come too late as the robed man’s sword is pulled from his back and thrust through Brocco’s armor and into his gut.
Gasping in pain, Brocco falls to his knees. Driving the blade farther into the gray-skinned warrior’s flesh, Galad rose to his feet.

But how? No simple sword could pierce Saiyan armor!

Do you honestly believe me stupid enough to travel across the universe with nothing but a regular blade? This is no simple sword.

What is this pain? It is unlike any I have ever felt. It burns my body, and seems to weaken my entire being. What have you done to me?

I have taken the only thing that matters to you. I have taken your pride in your power.

What!?


For every moment that this blade stays lodged in your body it will drain your power from you. All the power that you have grown so proud of. All of your strength, abilities, and even your knowledge of battle will be taken from you.

In one swift movement Galad then sharply pulls the blade from Brocco’s torso. Crying out in pain, the Saiyan clutches his chest with two trembling hands.

But I do not wish you to be entirely powerless. I shall leave you some reminisce of your power. You will be left with just enough that I can be sure you can continue to survive.

Survive?

Yes, survive. I came here to avenge my planet Brocco, but that does not mean I came here to kill you. I came here to punish you and death is far too quick.

Galad then returns his sword to its sheath on his back. The youngster then places an outstretched and open palm over the shuttering Saiyan’s head.

I have sought my whole life for the perfect weapon to defeat you. I have studied many arts but none is perhaps more powerful than the art of sorcery. Today I shall place a spell on you, Brocco of Vegeta. A spell that will take from you what you stole from me so many years ago. You will be a man without a home.

Planet Vegeta will never die!

I do not mean your home world, Brocco. I was referring to your place in time.

What?

I shall expel you 100 years into the future to a time where warriors will be able to crush you with a single blow. What is more, you shall be sent to a far away distant planet. A world that you do not know filled with a whole new race of peoples.

I will not let you do this.

You do not have a choice, just as my people did not have a choice when you slaughtered them. All except for one little detail.

Speak.

There is one way that you can return to this place and in this time. But it is something that no Saiyan has ever done.

Tell me.

You must cry. You must cry and feel guilty for all the people’s lives you have taken. Once this happens, you may return.

Ha! A Saiyan cry! Saiyan’s feel no guilt. We are the superior race.

Then you may never see your home again. Good bye Brocco.

Wait…

But his cry is too late. In a flash of light that radiates out of Galad’s hand Brocco is then lost in the radiance. Tumbling in a space void of meaning, Brocco can do nothing but watch helpless as his armor is torn from his body. His scouter is then ripped from his ear. Wearing nothing and naked to the universe, Brocco then disappears once more in a stream of blinding flashes.

[LET THE GAMES BEGIN...]
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Road to Perdition

This is your punishment Galad? You underestimate the determination of a Saiyan warrior. I shall use this curse against you. I shall use the knowledge of these people and this time to grow more powerful than ever before. No amount of sorcery can keep me from seeing that the last son of Ultarian falls.

Brocco’s tail, having uncoiled from his waist, waves in the breeze. Standing on a hill with a distant city before him, Brocco breathes deeply and prepares himself for his journey.
On the road nearby, the Saiyan then notices the approach of a lone vehicle. Generating a weak Ki ball, Brocco hurls this blast just before the moving transport. Following an explosion of dirt, the vehicle swirls in avoidance and then skids to a stop. The driver, a preacher dressed in his religious attire, climbs out and examines the smoldering crater. From down the hill the preacher barely has time to react as Brocco charges toward him. Grabbing the man by his shoulders, Brocco then pins him against his own vehicle.

Planet? What planet is this?

Good afternoon to you son.

Planet fool!?

Earth.

Earth? And the year, what year?

2007. If you wouldn’t mind could you please let me go? Perhaps maybe I could give you a lift back into the city. I have friends who can help you. Friends who can give you food, shelter, and clothing.

Brocco infuriated forces his hands against the preacher’s shoulders forcefully. The frame of the car starts to bend from the pressure. The preacher, despite the pain, does not scream.

Tell me of the warriors of this world.

I know little of war, my friend. I am a man of peace.

The frustrated Saiyan then groans as he once again squeezes the preacher with his fists. This time the preacher can not help but release a gasp of helplessness.

I will tell you whatever you need to know. But only if you let me go.

You will tell me.

Let - me - go!

Lifting his hands away from the preacher the man then falls to the road in a heap. Rubbing his bruised shoulders, the man then lays back seated with his head resting against the bumper of his car.

Now tell me.

There are warriors here from all over the universe. Ones who may even be powerful enough to destroy entire planets for all I know. I have heard of some who can even eclipse suns with their power.

But how? Where did they learn such power?

I know of one man that teaches them. He is a hermit who lives away on an island. His name is Roshi.

You will take me to him.

But he is far away. I have a congregation to attend to. It would be at least a four days journey.

I said you will take me to him.

Reaching down Brocco then grabs the preacher by his collar and lifts him up into the air. Walking over to driver’s side door, Brocco yanks on the handle. After throwing the preacher into his seat, the menacing Saiyan then leaps across the hood of the car and into the passenger’s seat. The preacher numb from the pain, trembling puts his keys in the ignition and starts the vehicle. Before moving, the preacher decides to sit and reflect as his foot hovers over the gas pedal.

What is wrong?

I am praying. I am praying for our safety on this journey. I am praying for God’s strength.

The strength of a God?

Yes, at my disposal merely by moving my lips and opening my heart.

You must teach me this.

On this journey, there will be much for each of us to learn.

With that the preacher’s foot then lowers onto the pedal and the car kicks into action. The two then begin on their voyage.
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After surviving the ordeal and returning weeks later the preacher wrote the following note chronicling his time with the gray-skinned Saiyan.

He truly was a warrior. Battle seemed to be all he ever thought of, and yet in everything we did their seemed to be some calculated purpose. At night we would hide on the side of the road or in a nearby shelter. We always stayed hidden and away from the moon.
While we rested he was always busy. He built himself a karate gui and weighted bracelets out of clothe that he collected along the way. It was testament to the kindly nature that existed beneath his cold exterior.
He always made sure we had food. At night he would go out and hunt. Always he would bring back the freshest meat and prepare the meal himself. The food was always cooked thoroughly and seasoned to perfection.
Whenever I was sleeping he then would go and train. From wherever I slept I could always see him practicing his arts with himself. I watch him grow and improve. I always watched him grow frustrated. He seemed so angry, as if all of his skills were being learned in vain. For him, I feared the validity of this.
Finally we reached our destination, a harbor with Roshi’s island out in the distance. It was here that the true nature of this mysterious warrior was shown. As he placed his boat into the sea I swore I heard him say something under his breath. Two words that made my heart erupt, “thank you”.
I watched the warrior climb into the boat then and disappear from view. Following, I returned to my car and wept. For in all my years of ministry, I had never touched such a cold heart as that of this wandering soldier.
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From the Shadows

After a rigorous day of training with his new master, Brocco sits on the beach and stares out at the sea as the moon reflects off its waves. Since arriving here a couple of days ago the Saiyan has been busy expanding his inventory of techniques and replenishing the power that had been stolen from him. With a needle and thread in hand he continues now with the construction of his new outfit, a karate gui.
Nearby then in a hedge of palm trees there is a flash of light. Turning Brocco is surprised to see a man standing in the shade of the tall plants dressed in all black. This stranger then pulls a sword from off of his back and brandishes it before the Saiyan. No words need even be spoken, Brocco has seen many battles and many foes. He has be trained his entire life to recognize them.
Letting his construction materials fall to the ground, Brocco then stands and fires 3 beam balls at his opponent. But the Saiyan’s opponent is quick. Leaping over the blasts the mysterious warrior charges toward the gray-skinned Brocco with his sword raised over his head. Brocco then just barely dodges the falling of the blade by stepping backward. Now with the warrior off balance, Brocco then spins and easily plants the soul of his foot into the chest of this black-clothed assassin sending him flying backward and crashing into the ground.
With fist raised, Brocco then dives toward the fallen mystery man. Quick to recover the warrior then leaps up to confront Brocco’s charging attack. The two then collide in a barrage of vicious attacks poised toward one another. Moving across the ground, switching between offensive and defensive tactics, it is finally Brocco who gets the upper hand when he charges a beam ball in his hand and smashes it into the warrior’s face. Flying backward the warrior crashes into the side of Roshi’s house shattering the siding in the collision.
Brocco then once again attempts to charge his foe at a distance but like before this black assassin is quick to recover. As the gray-skinned Saiyan’s leg swings into a kick the warrior is able to capture the attack in his side and then, using the assault’s momentum, hurl Brocco into the distance. Crashing in an eruption of dirt, Brocco is able to use his hand to pivot himself and stop himself from skidding. Leaping up, Brocco then is quick dodge an upward swing of the sword toward his head.
Still discombobulated from the fall Brocco however is not quick enough to block a second attack. Wiping around, the black warrior’s sword then buries itself into Brocco’s upper arm. Yelping in pain, Brocco grabs the warrior by his lapel and pulls the equipped assassin toward him. Face to face, Brocco can almost sense the warriors smile to himself beneath his mask. The Saiyan, however, is not so amused.
Opening his lungs and filling them with ki, Brocco then exhales his mighty fire breath onto the warrior consuming him in flames. Letting go of the warrior, Brocco then watches as the enflamed assassin staggers away with his sword dangling from his finger tips. Falling then into the sea he disappears briefly in a haze of steam.
Infuriated beyond belief, Brocco then holds out his uninjured hand and charges a beam ball into it. Knee-deep in water and covered in the rags of his burned clothing, the warrior looks up at the attack. Quickly he then reaches toward his wrist for a device and rapidly slams his finger down on a button. Just as Brocco’s ball of energy is about to reach the assassin he then disappears in a flash of light just as he had arrived.
After watching his blast explode into the empty sea, Brocco then sighs heavily and clutches his bleeding arm.

I do not know who you are, but Saiyan’s never forget when their blood is spilt. You have made a grave mistake this day.

Dragging himself to the ocean, Brocco then lowers to his knees and begins to clean his wound with the water.
From inside the house, Master Roshi, having witnessed the entire battle, shakes his head and then turns away from the window.

So much Saiyan anger. He still has the greatest lesson to learn, humility.
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The Battle of Opex

Why am I not training today? I need to learn more of your knowledge. My power must grow!

Easy there Brocco! Geez, you Saiyans just love to fly off the handle. We will train soon enough, but first I wanted to start with something different.

The gray-skinned Saiyan then took a seat on a mat in Master Roshi’s house. Crossing his legs upon his master’s queue he then placed his body into a meditative position.

Today I want you to tell me something Brocco. I want to know about the first battle you ever fought. I know you are a Saiyan so there are many, but tell me of the first major battle of which you took part.

This is foolish.

Do you want me to treat you like a child? Just tell me damn it, or no training for you!

Very well.

That’s better. Whenever you’re ready.

Turning his face away from his master, Brocco then closed his eyes and reflected to himself. Master Roshi watched as the Saiyan’s face wrinkled and his lips curled as he thought. After a few moments passed, Brocco then opened his eyes and began.

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My first battle was at a place called Opex. It was shortly after we Saiyans had claimed our planet Vegeta for our own having conquered our eternal rivals the Tuffles. Back then we were still attempting to get organized. The Arconians had just arrived and were only now training us to become salvagers of planets. Before we could move to the future, however, there were still a few loose-ends that needed tying up.
A small rogue group of Tuffles had escaped the planet in the final moments of their destruction and traveled to a distant planet seeking refuge. There they had built up an army from the people of the planet and were preparing to invade their taken home world. I was among those who were sent to stop this attack.
At the time I was only a young man still in training on Vegeta, learning the new skills of the Arconians. From the academy I was pulled and then shipped off to Opex without any understanding of why. My confusion only grew as I found myself days later standing on a mount with the 6 other warriors who had been assigned to the task. Each of them were some of the most veteran and eldest Saiyans of all the warrior class. These were men who could carry planets on their shoulders and I, as a young man, was called to serve among them. But perhaps none was as extolled as the leader of this bunch. His name was Darkin.
From the moment he stepped among the ranks each of us froze both in admiration and fear. His eyes were rich and brown, his hair was long and black, and his skin was as dark as a moonless night. Wearing armor that glistened with punctures and deep scars he stood before us and spoke.

We are Saiyans, the greatest race in the universe. We have taken our planet by force and killed all those who’ve opposed us. We know no fear because we are feared. We know no pain because we are pain. And we know not how to bleed because we are the rippers of the flesh.

Darkin then turned his back on us and glared down at the settlement below. We all looked on and saw the same thing as he, an army of thousands poised against us. Each of the opposing soldiers were armed to the teeth in blades, armor, and firearms. They were prepared for our coming. But Darkin only smiled and turned back to face us.

They send their entire population against us six? What an insult.

In a quick motion Darkin then grabbed at the shoulders of his armor and pulling inward ripped it from his body. The shards of metal exploded from his flesh leaving only his bodysuit still on. Darkin then took the two halves of his shattered armor and hurled them into the ranks of our enemies. Without a single command each of us then did the same.

We need not technology to stop you! WE ARE SAIYANS!

With that Darkin then charged down the hill toward our foes with unrelenting agility. The rest of us followed.
It didn’t take long before we found ourselves then dashing head-on into a storm of oncoming lasers and other projectiles. Spears whizzed past my head and beams of energy exploded at my heels. But I continued onward never hesitating, following my leader to what may have been my very death.
But as we approached the front lines I then saw each of the others with something charging at their sides. Following their lead, I too began to build a ball of ki in my palm. Then, by the time we had reached the first ranks, I released my blast along with the others. As result, their entire infantry incinerated.
It was then that I lost the others as I leapt over the bodies and into the fray. I found myself surrounded by opponents each jabbing at me with their spears or firing at me with their blasters. But I was a Saiyan, I had been breed to fight. These foes were no true warriors.
I got my first kill after caving in the face of an attacking Opexian. The second came with the jutting of my foot into a Tuffle’s chest causing his lungs to collapse. The third and fourth came together then as I held out my palms and opened the chests of two assailing opponents. It continues like this for a long while.
After what could have only been hours I still battled. Every once and a while I would see a fellow Saiyan send an opponent threw the wall of a building or hurl one a hundred feet into the air, but for the most part I was alone. It was just me and my anger. And as the blood soaked my body I only felt the anger grow. I hungered for more.
But despite my need for battle eventually all faded away as night befell the planet. Having torn my last kill’s throat out, I stood on the battlefield and looked around me. It was beautiful. Everywhere was ignited in flames and stained in blood. And it was then that I saw that this is what I was destined to do. I was a Saiyan.
It was in this moment then that Darkin appeared behind me and rested his hand on my shoulder. At first I shuttered from the touch but the firmness of his grip calmed me.

You did well today Brocco. A fine Saiyan.

Thank you lord.

Be proud, today you witnessed the annihilation of not one, but two peoples. This will be a grand day in Saiyan history.

Yes lord.

Darking then removed his hand from my shoulder and went to congratulate the other soldiers of the field. I watched him walk away and was stunned by his reverence in this place of such evil. This too was his calling.
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But that battle happened now over 100 years ago. It ultimately did little in the actual course of Saiyan history. If the Tuffles had invaded they would have never even made it 100 feet into our hemisphere before they would have blown away to pieces. What it took seven of us to do in a day it would of taken the entire race five seconds.

But this Darkin, he inspired you?

As I would later learn, he was my father. He had abandoned me after my birth, as is customary, and committed my life to becoming a warrior. It was only one out of two times that I would ever see him in my lifetime.

And the second time?

That is another story master, and I have wasted enough time on stories. I believe it is time now to return to our training.

As do I.
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A Reflection

As the wrench is placed around the head of the screw it screams as it begins to turn. With the screw slid in place the wrench is then raised up and put aside. Brocco wipes a bead of sweat from off of his brow. He had began what would be a long and arborous task, the construction of a space ship. Brocco knew it was a necessary task, however. For if he were to grow to his full potential he would one day have to transverse the universe in search of all its knowledge.
Resting for a moment, the Saiyan warrior leaned against the frame of his creation and took a moment to absorb his surroundings. The night air felt calming against his face and the salty air gave his senses a bitter but refreshing sting. His time at Roshi’s was proving to be one of the greatest learning experiences of his life. Brocco thought of how odd at first he thought this quiet planet’s inhabitants were.
His original encounter with the preacher on the road (*See Earth: Road to Perdition 3.4.07) had been a true eye-opener for the Saiyan. Brocco was amazed at the man’s tenderness and unflinching faith in his beliefs. As Brocco has discovered it not a trait unique to that first encounter.
Brocco’s new master, the elderly Roshi, too shows much faith in all that he does. He seems determined to discover the true nature of Brocco’s power, an aspect of his own existence that Saiyan never truly analyzed. For the first time in his life he began questioning, what is power? And for the first time, the proud Brocco was beginning to learn to admit that he didn’t know.
On the other end of the island then Brocco hears a scream.

Kame-hame-ha!

A wave of light then shoots up and into the night sky. After lingering and losing power it then slowly fades into nothing but vapor and smoke. Upon watching the last reminisce of the blast disappear, Brocco then turns once again and lifts his wrench to continue construction.
For the rest of the night the moon is kind and stays bright, despite being only half-full, allowing Brocco to work diligently into the early hours of the next day.
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The Reconstruction

Part I: A History of Violence

In the Drexel University office of Dr. Stephen Sails, the acclaimed professor sits behind his desk tense and ready with his fingers resting prepared on his computer’s keyboard.

So, Mr. Brocco, it is so nice of you to aid me today by taking a break from your training with Mr. Roshi.

Master.

What?

Master Roshi.

Oh right, of course, Master Roshi. Yes, well, we here in the department are all very excited about this opportunity. It’s not everyday that we get to talk to a Saiyan from 100 years in the past (*See Earth: Brocco, An Introduction 2.28.07).

Just tell me what you want to know. I wouldn’t even be here if the master wasn’t focing me to.

Oh, well, I will try to make this as painless as possible for you.

Doubtful.

Well then, uh, I suppose that most presently we would like to know a little something about the Saiyan Civil War that has records of occurring over 112 years ago. Me and my research team like to consider ourselves experts on the history of Vegeta and yet we still have many questions concerning this particular event. Upon analysis we have been unable to find a cause behind the battles that endured during this time. Nearly 40% of the Saiyan population just disappears during this period. I was wondering if perhaps maybe you could shine some light on this incident.

Shine some light on war? What a naïve concept. Why? Why do study the Saiyan past? Do you enjoy dwindling in the pain of history?

Well, uh, no. I do it to spread a general knowledge. I do it to educate the world.

Who? Who wants to learn about the destruction of an entire people? What’s the point?

Dr. Sails just stared at Brocco blankly, his face frozen. He then thought to himself as he stared into the enraged face of the Saiyan.

{This is remarkable, a Saiyan with so much rage, so much anger, and yet…with a conscious? One that he may not even be aware of. I see now why Master Roshi was so insistent on him coming here.}

Well then Brocco is it?

You don’t need to know my name, just my story, right?

Yes, yes, I suppose you’re right.

You want to know the war of the Saiyans, a Civil War as you call it. But it was not a war. It was never a war. It was purification.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For less than a decade the Arconians had been at our planet, working and training with us Saiyans in order to make us the perfect warrior breed. We were to be the supreme race that they would use to conquer countless planets in order to then sell them for profit. We Saiyans didn’t mind the work, it suited us well. But as time continued there were those who feared the change. They feared the technology and power that the Arconians were able to bring to use. They wanted us to return to our Dark Age, back when we were nothing but barbarians fighting just to stay alive. But the role of the Saiyan warrior had to change, and any who opposed this progress had to destroyed.
Sides were quickly chosen and fighting was almost immediate. The Arconians led the Saiyan who were loyal with the aid of their strong technologies and techniques. Nearly 80% of the people eventually were shown the light and convinced to join with these alien protectors. Those who opposed were hunted and killed. This war, as you call it, continued for 8 years. Renegade numbers varied with time, but it did not take long for their forces to become nothing more than a shamble of their once challenging power.
Perhaps the most regrettable part was that these warriors mainly consisted of our races most mighty and veteran soldiers. They were heroes to each of us but their devotion to the ways of the past was too much to be excused. Even I myself was forced to kill a man I too had learned to respect. He called himself Darkin.
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Wait a minute. You were the one who killed the rebel leader Darkin?

It was my right to kill him. He was my father.
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It was at the final battle for Vegeta that the great Darkin fell. His forces at diminished to a mere 500,000; he, however, stood against millions. And yet despite the odds it was Darkin who posed the proclamation for battle. We met in the Valley of the Mist.
The rebel forces had done a good job of securing themselves in the valley before our forces had arrived. We had expected this tactic but it would not make a difference. We had faith in our numbers.
Upon arrival our forces surrounded the valley. We encircled the entire perimeter with our warriors. Then at the signal of a flare, we flooded into the valley like a merciless wave of power. There was then an explosion.
From my place in the ranks I can remember feeling the heat before I even saw the attack. The ground ahead of me erupted in flames and bodies of those in the first line were hurled into the air. If it had not been for the protection of their Arconian armor each of us would have been caught in a downfall of their dismembered limbs and blood. And as we dove past fire we saw the original of its source. Standing in the shade of the mist, the enemy confronted us. They were ready for us, and they looked terrifying.
Stripped of their armor each of them was warning nothing but a jumpsuit, it was a mockery of our own alien technology. They each were painted with soils of the planet. It was like charging into the heart of Hell with a choir of demons there to welcome you into their arms. When our forces collided the entire planet shook.
Both sides fought viciously in the fog. Both were merciless, lashing out in the mist and striking whoever dare come close. Fist struck fist and fire struck fire. Screams of both anger and pain quickly became the anthem of our battle. Countless Saiyan warriors cried out then as they feel at the hands of their brethren. What would be described as the final battle of our 8 year feud had just begun.
I can remember most clearly the chaos that then followed. As I battled through the enemy it did not take long before I was lost amongst the carnage. My firsts quickly became smothered in blood and my face stained with ash. Sweat rolled down my flesh and was evaporated by the heat of the fray. The ground beneath my feet became like a river as it melted from the never-ceasing barrage of energy blasts that were striking it. All soldiers became nothing more than silhouettes in the proceeding smoke.
As we shadows battled I then felt heat like a razor strike my back. The force propelled me into the air until my body crashed into the blunt side of a protruding boulder. My body froze with pain as I fell to the ground with a thud. After resting for only a moment my arms stiffened and I pulled myself from the hard surface of the planet. Crouching I prepared to once again entire the fray, but as I looked upon the battlefield my heart went from being a pit of fire to cooling sharply into a lump of frozen satisfaction. And the more I stared at the battle before me, the more the feeling grew. For in front of me I stood and watched as my Saiyan brothers fought not with their enemies but instead with each other. Arconian supporters tore at their fellow allies as Darkin’s rebels ripped one another apart. What had once been a battle had become nothing more than free-willed slaughter.
But in a battle such as this one does not have long to reflect. Slow to react, a figure then approached from behind me and after landing an elbow square into the nap of my neck stood over me as I lay on the ground. Knowing that my life was on the line I then rolled quickly and brought my foot into my attackers gut sending him flying backward into the same boulder that I previously had collided with. Leaping up I then charged this shadow in the mist and raising up my open palm held to his chest ready to blast a ball of ki through his body. But in that last moment something stopped me for a moment.

Brocco?

Looking up into the face of my attacker I noted the identity of my attacker, Darkin, my father. The two of us then stood there for a moment as the battle raged on around us. We were like statues. One, myself, with his gray skin and foreign armor to protect him ready to make the final kill. The other, my father, with his pitch-black flesh that had been blemished by numerous scars and flesh wounds, ready to die. Without another word I then let the ki within escape through my hand. Even the boulder was vaporized by the blast.
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It was not long then before the battle ended.

This is remarkable. For centuries there has been much mystery concerning the death of Darkin, the rebel leader, and now thanks to you we finally know the answer.

Is that all?

Well, uh, no. I mean, if you are willing to stay there is probably so much you could tell us about. Your expertise after all is one-of-a-kind.

Maybe another day, Doc. I was told to retell one story and that’s what you got, one story.

I suppose, but however-

Before Dr. Sails can even finish his sentence Brocco is then up out of his seat and walking out the door. Defeated, the professor slouches down in his seat staring at his computer screen. A small smirk then comes to his face.

Amazing.

Part II: A Plea Reversed

{But not true}

Brocco thinks to himself as he exits the university’s main doors and leaps down the stairs. The Saiyan then rounds the corner stepping onto the sidewalk and starts to make his way down the street. Low and to himself the Saiyan then speaks.

Roshi better start working extra hard for me now. That one took a lot out of me.

Strolling up to a side alley with his head down Brocco then prepares himself to leap up and soar into the sky. But then he hears a hushed woman’s voice nearby.

Help!

Slowing approaching the alleyway Brocco then peers his head over the corner. Standing pressed up against a wall he then sees a young college girl being assaulted by a man holding a knife at her throat. Stepping into plain view Brocco then stands at one end of the side street watching the scene play out. With eyes full of hopelessness the woman then turns and sees Brocco standing there with the sun at his back and hands at his side. Following the woman’s gaze, the assailant too notices Brocco and immediately becomes defensive.

Get out of here or I’ll hurt her, okay? Besides this woman owes me money and I mean to get it!

Staring at the bug-eyed assailant and the horrified face of the woman, Brocco without the slightest hesitation turns away and continues down the sidewalk.
As he strolls away Brocco can then hear the sound of mild shuffling. With his head lowered once more his mind begins to race.

{This is how things should be, the strong survive and the weak fall. It is only right. It is the Saiyan way.}

With a flash a memory then comes flooding back to Brocco forcing him to stop walking and relive the developing thought.

{I did not tell that doctor the truth.}
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I stood there, back on the battlefield, with my hand at my father’s chest ready to kill him and end the bloody war. I was ready to kill this man who had forgotten me as a child and left me to become nothing more a soldier. He had left me to become nothing more than murderer of words. But as I stood there I never did kill my father. Darkin did not die that day.
The truth is he had already sustained a near lethal wound to the side before he even attacked me. As he stood helpless against the rock I noticed as the blood poured down his side. The sight of me, in addition to the pain that, he must of felt was too much. Darkin then collapsed into my arms. With a head full of emotions I then kneeled down and held my father’s motionless body protecting it from the dangerous that encircled it. Weary from battle but determined for action, I then heaved my father’s body over my shoulder and began to carry him away to safety.
The journey was difficult. At every turn there was some new foe waiting to stop me from transporting the body of my father. To insure both my identity and the location of my father, I was forced to kill every one of them. Eventually, however, I did manage to pull the both of us out of the Valley of the Mist and onto the deserted surrounding plains.
Exhausted, I then made my way to a nearby a docking depot of ships and stealth-fully snuck into the installation. It was here that I was able to lower the injured Darkin into a space pod sealing the door. Without the slightest idea of how to operate the machinery, however, I was left it up to fate to plan his destination. Pushing the launch button I then dove out of the way and from my place on the ground watched as the vessel jetted into the sky. I never saw my father again.
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HELP!

Again the woman screams and this time Brocco can no longer ignore her pain. Spinning sharply on his heels Brocco bounds back to the alley’s edge to aid the victim. What Brocco seems freezes his powerful body.
Laying at the foot of the Saiyan’s shadow is the woman hunched over and lifeless. After slowly approaching her Brocco then kneels down and inspects her body. Taking her up in his arms he can feel that she is still warm. With her form limb in his lap, Brocco then feels an eruption of sorrow from within himself. It is an explosion that had been building since his very birth.

NO!

Windows shatter for a two square blocks and cement rattles splitting in half as the Saiyan yells out in fury.

Galad! What have you done!? What is this time!? The people here are both as innocent as snow but also as vile as soot! Only my own soul has ever been so cruel! How many more people have to die because of my actions!? How many people do I have to kill to be satisfied!?

Lowering his head, Brocco’s perspiration-covered hair falls down before his face. Shuttering with emotion, Brocco then slowly lowers the body of the woman to the ground. Rising him the Saiyan then stands over her still shaking uncontrollably.

I will make this right. I promise you, your death will not be in vain. I will make this right.

With a rush of wind Brocco then leaps up into the air and soars away into the sky. The body of the young college girl is left alone then as a security guard rounds the corner noticing it.

Part III: The Breaking Point

After streaking among the clouds at an impeccable speed Brocco finally makes it back to Master Roshi’s island and lands on the sand. Still grim and stricken with grief, Brocco turns his back on his master then as he approaches.

Brocco! Brocco! I’ll take it the session with Dr. Sails didn’t go so well. What am I going to do with you, uh? I assign you one simple task and you go off-

Where is Android #13?

13?

Yes. I do not sense him anywhere. Where is he!?

Dead.

What!?

He was killed yesterday while you were away.

By who!? How could this happen!?

It was an accident, of sorts. I am very sorry Brocco, I know how much respect you have for him.

Who? Who did it?

I can not tell you?

Why not!?

Because he is one of my students, that why!

You would train a murder!?

I train you don’t I!?

The conversion dies with a violent and sudden stop. Turning away furiously Brocco then makes his trek to the other end of the island with Roshi trailing him. Stern faced and determined Brocco then begins to gather up the materials for his space ship into his arms.

And where are you going?

I have had enough. I have learned everything I need to know from you.

Not everything. Nobody knows everything that I have to teach.

You are useless to me old man. Go away.

Well then, where are you going to go, uh? You big hairy ape!

Away. Some place far away. I’ve had enough of this planet and of this time.

So you’re running away? I thought that true Saiyans never run away.

Maybe I’m not a Saiyan then.

Gathering up the last of his building supplies Brocco then turned his back once more on Master Roshi and pushed off the ground. Climbing into the sky it was not long before Brocco was lost from sight leaving the elderly Roshi alone on the beach looking up after him.

Good bye Saiyan. May you one day find what you are looking for.
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Part I: Schism

Alone and in the wastelands of the Northern artic, Brocco hovers in mid-air deep in concentration. Everything that he had ever known was gone now and for the first time he was beginning to realize how secluded he had become. After being banished to Earth from 100 years in the past (*See Earth: Brocco, An Introduction 2.28.07) all that the Saiyan warrior wanted was to regain his power and return to his own time, but much of that has changed now. Through the lessons taught by his former master and others along the way in his journey he has discovered a whole new side of the warrior within himself.
Trained since birth to be both merciless and malevolent, all that Brocco ever sought in life was to increase his own power. Now, however, that all his life’s work has been taken only a void exists within him. What is a Saiyan without his power? What is a warrior without his rage? Here alone in the artic this displaced traveler of time is contemplates these questions.

So much death, so much destruction at my hands, and for what? Just to have my power taken away, just to return to a state of infantile strength. No more. From this day forth I will no longer use my power for the use of evil. All that it has ever gotten me is this growing void of emptiness within me. No more. NO MORE!!!

Echoing across the tundra the yell of the Saiyan shatters ice and collides with glaciers until it fades into the distance. As peace resides across the landscape, Brocco exhales a heavy breathe and feels a weight as heavy as a world fall from his shoulders. But before a sensation of zen can even overcome the conflicted warrior a strong lurch is felt from within him. It is a pain that this universal traveler has never felt before. Screaming in pain the Saiyan then falls from his meditative position to the icy surface.
Gripping the frozen snow with his extended and tensed fingers Brocco quivers as his innards torture him violently. Then in an eruption of flesh, Brocco then collapses onto the artic surface as a figure separates itself from the Saiyan’s body. Having the feeling of injury quickly subside Brocco then turns to see this new entity standing before him. To the Saiyan’s amazement he finds himself staring at an exact replica of himself.
After snapping his neck to the side there is a loud crack and then the clone speaks.

Good thing we took it upon ourselves to learn Deca Form, huh? Otherwise we may of never had this little talk.

Sharply rising up, Brocco stared at the clone of himself critically and with great skepticism about his intentions.

How did you do that without my will?

But you did will it, Brocco. You’ve been wanting to meet me for a long time.

And who are you?

Why you of course. But just a different kind of you, the real you. The you that Gallad tried to kill when you stole your power (*See Earth: Brocco, An Introduction 2.28.07). The you that you’ve tried to suppress.

Things have changed.

But you haven’t, not really. You are still the same old destroyer of planets. The same old killer of innocents. The same old murder. You try to hide it by making phony pleas and vows for justice. But that’s not who you really are, is it? Why even today you applied for a job to become…what is it? A body guard? What do you want, uh Brocco? To protect people? Give me a break.

It’s time for something new. I’m ready now to fulfill my responsibility. I have seen too much death, even here in this time. No more.

And you call yourself a Saiyan? What has happened to you?

It’s my choice to make.

Not anymore.

The Clone then unexpectedly generates a beam ball and nonchalantly hurls it at Brocco. Shifting his weight to the side, Brocco then watches as the ki blasts shoots past him brushing against his gui until it explodes in the distance. Smiling to himself at Brocco’s evasive action, the Clone then mocks Brocco once more.

Now let’s see how weak how all that thinking has really made you, huh?

Part II: Internal Strife

Springing off the ice, the Deca-Brocco charges forward swinging two furious fists. Throwing up his arms the renewed Saiyan blocks the attacks and feels the power of this sinister reflection of his own power sting his flesh. Startled by the force of the blows, Brocco is unable to then block a powerful roundhouse kick to his torso. Sliding backwards across the ice from the force of the blow, Brocco digs in his heels and skids to a stop.

Wolf Kang Fist!

Recollecting himself, Brocco then raises his head to see resemblance of a wolf in the form of an aura surrounding his attacker. Then with a fist glowing with strength, Brocco can do nothing as the Clone races forward colliding his electrified punch with the Saiyan’s jaw. Lifted off the ground, Brocco’s body becomes limp and arches upward. Regaining his composure he then sprawls out his arms and legs landing crouched on the tundra.

I told you I’ve had enough!

Generating a quick ki ball in each hand, Brocco then hurls then at his opponent. Racing toward the Saiyan, the Clone dodges them craft-fully and without the slightest loss in composure dashes out of the smoke ready with his hand drawn back. Acting quickly Brocco then blocks three sharp punches but can do nothing as the Clone spins and throwing up his leg drives his heel into the Saiyan’s lower thigh.
On the offensive, Brocco then attempts to strike his foe with a sharp back fist followed by a powerful uppercut but both the attacks are dodged. Jabbing forward Brocco then attempts to make contact with the Clone’s head, but having fully recovered from his kick the Deca-Brocco is able to throw up his own hand and catch the Saiyan’s attack in his palm. With a smirk on his face, the Clone then raises his opposite hand and fires an energy beam at pointblank into Brocco’s chest. Flying uncontrollably back due to the eruption of the blast, the Saiyan’s back then crashes into ice shattering it until friction ceases his movement.
Enraged and feeling his battle prowess grow, Brocco then lifts himself up quickly and fills his lungs with ki. From his mouth there is then an explosion of fire that jets toward the unsuspecting Deca-Clone. Leaping into the air, the Clone then barely misses the flames as they melt the ice beneath him.

Getting a little hot are we? Come on! Let’s see what you’ve really got! Show me the power of your justice!

Responding only with a scream, Brocco then leaps off the ground and into the air toward his opponent. With an uncanny speed he then arches back his fist and brings it around into a solid uppercut aimed at his opponent’s jaw. But just as the attack is about to connect, Brocco surges a quick burst of ki to his knuckles that sends the Clone shooting back. Maintaining control of his momentum, the Clone then stops in mid-air.

That’s the spirit! Now let me show you what I’ve got!

At his side the Clone then begins to charge up an energy blast. Dashing head first into the oncoming attack, Brocco charges his own ki attack in preparation. Then having reached it’s maturity, the Clone fires his attack at the approaching Saiyan. Using both his velocity and the launch of his attack, Brocco hurls forward causing an explosion as the ki blasts collide. Diving through fire, Brocco is then quick to send his knee into the stomach of his opponent.
Gasping for air, the Clone is startled by the ferocity of his opponent. Even less prepared is he then as Brocco brings his hands together and his arms come down onto the Deca-Brocco’s upper back. The blow creates a quake across the Clone’s entire body that sends him jetting toward the ground. But before even making it a couple of yards, the Clone is able to turn himself around and fires a beam ball at his opponent.
Speeding toward the incarnation of his own evil, Brocco then sharply has to twist his body in order to dodge the attack. Spinning back around, however, the Clone is waiting for him and sends the blunt side of his leg into the Saiyan’s gut. Rotating around the wounded warrior’s body, the Deca-Clone then extends his opposite leg and drives it downward into Brocco’s back. Relentless, the Clone then dives down on the falling body of the Saiyan.
Turning himself, Brocco is then quick to block a combo of three quick jabs and even a kick to his side. In retaliation, Brocco then sends up his leg in a high kick following by a knee aimed toward the gut. Positioning himself perfectly, the Clone blocks this attacks using the brunt of his weight but is then unable to react in time as Brocco connects with an uppercut to the head. Using the force of the blow to flip his body backward the Clone then brings both of his legs close to his body and locks his knees up to his chest. With all his might he then drives both of feet directly into Brocco’s face.
With his eyes growing blurry from the collision to his nose and a feeling of weightlessness overtaking him, Brocco hurls motionless toward the ground. Taking advantage of his opponent’s wounded position, the Clone then swoops down grabbing him by the neck and thusly accelerating the drop as he drives Brocco head first toward the tundra.

You’re putting up quite the fight. But we both know who should really win this.

The tundra then erupts as Brocco’s body is driven into the ice. With his body bouncing off the hard surface, the Clone then grabs the Saiyan by his extended limb leg and whirls him around. Letting go, Brocco flies outward and upward uncontrollably. Crashing back down onto ice his body then bounces across the artic floor like a rock over a still stream. Stopping finally, Brocco’s body crashes into a miniature crater.
Admiring his handy work, the Deca- Brocco then slowly makes his way over to his fallen opponent walking both calmly and confidently.

So, what do you say? Ready to surrender yet? Or are you really that far gone that you can’t see the truth? Has your foolish sense of justice really blinded you that much?

Rising stiffly from the ground Brocco stumbles for a moment and then brings the back of his hand to his face. Lifting his head so that his hair no longer conceals his expression the Clone is surprised to see the fallen Saiyan smiling.

Who’s the one who’s disillusioned? Last time I checked I was winning.

You’re a fool! Give it up! I own this body. I have spent years training it and adapting it into the perfect killing machine. Don’t you understand? I am Brocco!

Maybe at one time that might have been true but not any more. I won’t let you use the name of Brocco to spread any more terror or darkness. You got that! I’ve seen enough bloodshed, but if I have to kill one more person to find peace, so be it. Even if that person happens to be part of my own self.

Your power is mine! First I will kill you and then there will no longer be anyone to stop me! You have always been weak. It is time to embrace your true calling. The calling of a Saiyan!

You want my power. Come and get it! Kame-!

Crouching down and with his hands to his side, Brocco begins to charge his ki blast. Stopping in his tracks the Clone just tilts his head and laughs at the Saiyan.

Very well. Kame-!

Matching Brocco’s stature exactly, the Clone too begins to power-up his own attack.

-HAME-!

-HAME-!

Each one standing firmly planted the two warriors stare at one another as their power pours into their balls of energy. So high is the level of intensity that the ice beneath each combatant begins to slowly melt.

Enough! -HA!

Come on! - HA!

The two blasts rocket toward one another with the ferocity of an immense explosion. Racing over the artic floor the two energy beams near the moment of their collision.
Letting out a mighty yell, Brocco then powers up his blast with an additional boost of energy causing it to surge to twice the size. As the two attacks meet there is then a blinding light that eclipses all vision followed by a loud crash.

Part III: The Better Half

His hands still harm from the attack, Brocco lowers his arms to his side as watches as the smoke and steam clear. Exhausted and with beads of sweat running down his heated face the Saiyan looks on to see a crater of water where ice once was. To Brocco’s relief all that stands now where artic tundra and his enemy once was is just a pond of chilled artic water.

Then it is done.

The ice then explodes behind Brocco as a figure erupts from beneath the surface. Wiping his leg around this attacker then connects his foot solidly with the side of the Saiyan’s head. With weakened legs, Brocco then turns around in an attempt to defend himself. Instead all the warrior receives are two quick fists to his gut, a hook to the side of his head, and an elbow striking him in the nose. Blood flies everywhere.
Staggering backwards, Brocco then tries to see through the tears in his eyes. As he then wipes the blood from his face the horror that is his attacker is revealed. Shocked, before himself, the Saiyan stares as the Deca-Brocco as he prepares for his second set of attacks. Attempting to block but being completely exhausted Brocco then can do nothing as the Clone delivers a jab to his face, grabs his hair, and drives his knee into the Saiyan’s chest. Hearing the distinctive sound of bones cracking, Brocco gasps for air and hopes for a moment’s rest. Instead he receives a sweep from behind which sends his body flying into the air. The Clone then takes advantage of the Saiyan’s momentary weightlessness and brings his foot into Brocco’s spine. In a damaged heap the wounded Saiyan then falls to the icy ground.
Using his foot to roll the Saiyan over so that he is staring upward, the Clone looks down of his fallen enemy.

You didn’t really think that I would waste all of my energy in one attack, did you? Now why would I do that? Then I would be all out of ki… just like you.

Reaching down the Clone then grabbed Brocco by the lapel of his gui and yanked him up right. Attempting to fight back, Brocco swung his fist at the Clone but it was easily caught mid-blow. After throwing the Saiyan’s hand back to his side, Deca-Brocco then pulled forcefully at the top half of the gui tearing it from the gray-skinned warrior’s body.

No, I’m smarter than that. I hardly even generated any energy at all, just enough to put on a show. Then after firing my blast all I had to do was disappear.

No…

Throwing up his fist in a quick attack Brocco then connected with the Clone’s cheek and stumbled backward. Wobbling and shaking, Brocco then attempted attack again with a hook. Easily deflecting the attack, the Clone infuriated then kicked the Saiyan forcefully in his gut.

Blast punch.

The Clone then rose his hand in an uppercut and just as he connected with Brocco’s chin fired a wave of energy from his knuckles. Soaring backward, Brocco then tumbles across the ice until he rested on the brim of the newly created icy pool of water. Despite the immense pain and exhaustion that covered his entire body, Brocco then slowly started to rise.
Walking over the shuttering Saiyan, the Clone reached down at Brocco as he attempted to get up and grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head. Pulling the Clone was then able to bring Brocco to a position where he was sitting up on his knees.

What a waste.

Drawing back his fist the Clone then drove it directly into Brocco’s unguarded face. The Saiyan felt his nose break under the pressure. Struggling to breath, the warrior found no sanctuary as two more punches connected with his head. The Clone then readjusted his grip on the Saiyan and wrapped his figures around his neck. Raising him up, Brocco now stood limp having been heaved off the ground dangling from the Clone’s grip in his throat.

No more heroes.

After tightening his grip, it was not long then before the Clone watched as Brocco lost consciousness. Holding his other hand at his side he then generated the beginnings of an energy beam that he slowly charged.

Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the true Brocco for you. I’ll make sure he gets plenty of exercise. Starting with a whole new master and a whole generation of power. In addition to plenty of spars and battles to satisfy what will be his ever growing thirst for blood. Starting with the death of you!

With an scream that is as terrifying and shrill as the most horrible echo, the Clone then fires his energy beam into the chest of Brocco with just fury that it explodes the Saiyan’s precious skin. Flying backward in a haze of smoke the body then crashes into the water and disappears in a white mist. Motionless and smoldering Brocco’s body then sinks quickly in the icy-cold waters of the artic.
Watching the ripples of the pool subside, the Deca-Brocco smiles to himself in satisfaction. Turning away from the pond he then stared along the tundra alone and back toward the construction of his Capsule Corp space ship. His walk was one of power and his stride one of arrogance.

Let the games begin.
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Part I: The Call

With a lifetime of anger and Saiyan-hatred built up inside of him, the gray-skinned Brocco roamed the Earth. Dressed in his tattered gui that he had not bothered to repair since his last spar (*See Zorn (W) vs Brocco 3.23.07) he made his way across the soil. With every foot step dust rose as the bold warrior struggled along.

More power. I must have more power.

Since his small skirmish with his fellow Saiyan brother all that Brocco had done was tour the planet seeking victims and ways to test his own limits. As a testament to his search for glory, wild flames burned some 12 miles to his back. Smoke rose into the clouds and bloated out the sun. Ash had replaced what was once rich soil. This land that now was an inferno of wreckage was but 2 hours ago a small family farm. Now it was nothing but one more of Brocco’s sins.

There is no force to stop me! I am pure evil! All that was pure, all that was innocent, I have stripped from my body and strangled of life! Who would dare confront such darkness!

But what Brocco failed to realize, as he failed to realize a great many of things, was that he was not the only destructive force in this universe. For something cosmic now was happening across every world that eventually would shatter even his own egocentric bubble.
The universe that had always been a constant balance of good and evil now was unfolding at the seams. What once were great boundaries, such as time, space, and even death, were eroding. Warriors from across all of space were meeting and confronting one another in a struggle that would prove which of them truly was the strongest. It was the final battle. The ultimate competition, a call for every fighter to make his final stand. There was no holding back, for if you died, there would be nothing left to hold on to.
It was then, as Brocco walked across the plains of the Earth, that he too heard this call to war. Like a deep emotion that stung his heart he felt it within him. The feeling became quickly like a need, it was a necessity to battle. The need to stand one final time. It was his calling, his final chance to stand or be erased from existence. A call to power.

Yes! I hear it now! This is my time! I will show you all the true form of Brocco now that all goodness as been destroyed and only the pure evil within me remains (*See Rise and Fall 3.23.07). All the power in the universe shall be mine!

Leaning back his head the sadistic warrior then let out a shrill laugh that echoed up and down the hills around him. So horrifying and void of merriness was this noise that even the landscape seemed to become depressed by it. Brocco had truly succeeded in becoming what could only be described as the perfect evil.
With the spring of his powerful legs, Brocco then lifted himself off the ground and propelled into the air. As he soared he could feel a strange unexplained force consume him. This mystical energy guided the dark warrior and served as his compass toward what would be his first and perhaps his final battle. It was the call of the universe that was driving at every warrior, inside them and beckoning every fighter to the moments of their last bouts. Only one would survive

Part II: Brocco’s Final War

As the scenery of the Earth below shifted while Brocco flew, all the warrior could do was stare forward determined to reach his goal, determined to fight his final battle. Then it seemed as if his dream would be realized as he saw a silhouetted figure in the distance. From his position Brocco could see nothing more than a cloak draping this mysterious stranger as he floated unmoving in the air. Stopping himself, a short distance from this stolid hovering statue of a man, Brocco examined him briefly and then harshly spoke.

Are you the one I have been called to fight? Are you the one doing this to me? Inside my head?

No. What you hear is a battle cry. It is a cry that has been mounting for millennia and only now is being heard by those who are able to make a difference. Those who will be there when all that is resets itself.

What are talking about? How do you know this?

I know because I listen. For the first time in my life I have learned how to do it properly. Unlike you.

I will not take this insult. Do you know who I am?

Why of course I do-

Turning to face Brocco the stranger then yanked the cloak from his body allowing it blow away into wind. Startled, Brocco staggered backwards slightly and his mouth fell open.

-We have met before. You are Brocco, as am I.

Sure enough standing before Brocco was a duplicate clone of himself. He too was dressed in a karate gui and he too had skin that was a unique tint of gray.

But this impossible! I watched you die, I killed you myself.

And yet now none of that matters.

I don’t understand.

As I was trying to explain earlier, the universe is coming to an end my brother. Everything that ever existed is getting a fresh start. A revival of everything.

But you are dead!

But there is no such thing as death in a universe that does not exist, or will not exist within the next 48 hours. That is why I am here, just as you are.

But how, how could this happen?

It must happen. Sometimes things just need a fresh start, just like the true Brocco did before you decided to intervene.

You were making him weak.

And you did what? Uh? All of your evil ever did for him was make him lose everything he ever had. He lost his home, his family, and even his own place in time. I was going to change all that. I was going to give him something meaningful to live for. Something more than just power.

Power is the essence of existence! Without power you are nothing!

To have power is to have nothing but evil! I was going to teach him to harness his skills, to use them for good.

Does it matter? Does any of it matter now anyway? As you said the world is ending, the universe is over, only those who can fight to stay alive will be remembered in the next world.

Brocco is not meant to remembered. Not this time anyway, and I can’t let you bring his existence into this new age. That is why I have come to take you out once and for all. To give Brocco a new chance at a new life. One where he will seek power only to make himself a better weapon for justice. Not to spread his own selfish evil.

I will not be stopped you fool! I must have power! It is Brocco’s, no, my destiny!

I am sorry that violence is the only way to persuade you, but if I do not defeat you than I fear that Brocco will be lost forever in the evil that you incite within him. Prepare to be destroyed Clone! I am the true Brocco!

At these words the version of the Saiyan warrior that had been roaming the Earth spreading his evil then felt a stab of pain as an essence of his very being was pulled from his heart. No longer was he truly a corporal body but instead an idea, he was Evil.
And just as the malice-stricken form of Brocco had been stripped of its figure so too was the moral and decent form leaving only pure Good remaining.
Without a moments hesitation the two essences of darkness and light then sped toward one another and collided in what was a blinding flash of black shadows

Part III: The Ultimate Prize

Out of the clouds a lone figure then fell down and out of the sky. It was motionless and purely at the will of gravity. Its body was bare of clothing and perfectly cleansed of any imperfections. As the figure neared the ground one eye slowing opened to reveal a dark ball beneath it. In an explosion of dirt it then completely disappeared.

It is done.

As the gravel of the Earth fell to the ground the figure was seen to be standing fully erect. Around its waist a tail then coiled that was attached to its behind. Its hair was black and stood freely atop its head. This new figure would be the true form of Brocco in what was now becoming a new universe.

It is time to no longer hide in the darkness. Instead it is time to find new hope in what will be the new world. Evil has died within me, it is now time to bring that same peace to a new universe that will desperately need my help.

With that the reformed Brocco then slowly and casually began his walk north. He allowed his feet to carry him where ever they would take him. It now was time to rest. A rest that he would very much need as a new set of galaxies were forming that would most definitely require every ounce of his energy. Every ounce of his power.
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