Oozaru Mastery

by Broly 4/17/2012, 9:51 pm

Broly's eyes slid in and out of focus, his vision blurring as he stared up at the moon. Something about it was so alluring, so attractive that he was unable to tear his eyes away. It was as if it was occupying his every thought, something that it admittedly, was. He couldn't claim that he'd ever seen something so beautiful, nor had he seen something that was so secretly dangerous at the same time. It was marvelous, all things considered. He paid no heed to the stars around it, gave no attention to the other figures in the sky. He didn't care for Mars, the distant star of Namek, the twinkle on the horizon that he knew to be Vegeta. As his jaw dropped slowly into a soft 'oh', he could only imagine his body ascending, his strength rising. Or was it his imagination? He couldn't tell; it was as if he were dreaming, somehow. He could only vaguely feel anything. His body seemed to be losing focus as his mind was lost to the hypnotic song of the moon above him.

He had never experienced any moons on Planet Vegeta. Was that why this phenomenon was unfamiliar to him? Having grown up in a space ship, he wasn't used to the attraction that lunar bodies held to the Saiyan Race. He was unaware of their pull, their sway. They were the key to unlocking any Saiyan's true power, the destructive potential that lay within all of them. What was it about the celestial body that changed them so? What was it about their blood that made it so strongly attracted to it's counter part in the sky? Broly was no scientist, so he had no honest idea about what made the idea so alluring that it had already dried his mouth completely. His breathing was picking up quickly, marking his state as changed completely. Something was going on within him, changing him physically and mentally. Regularly, he was overcome with a psychotic rage that was unshakable; now all he could even consider was the great ball in the sky.

He tried to swallow as his body convulsed, spasms racking his back. His arms flexed and flailed toward the ground as he was reduced to his knees, breathing shallow and hushed. What was going on within him...? What was causing this mixed feeling of blissful pleasure and unimaginable pain? Every part of his body was on fire, the blood spreading thin throughout him to create a terse burning and tingling. This was completely foreign to him; was it a byproduct of being a Legendary Super Saiyan? Or was this just something he had acquired through the blood passed down by Paragus and his mother? Did all Saiyans go through this kind of confusion in the night? As his eyes remained pinned on the moon, the Warrior slammed a fist against the soil beneath him. It rocked, forcing juts of Earth into the air around him as he struggled to keep himself under control. He could feel his muscles struggling to ignore his influence, battling him for every inch of control he possessed. He would not give up so easily! If he couldn't even suppress himself...How would he suppress others?

As more spasms began to rock his body like waves lapping on a very lethal shoreline, the warrior screamed. His deep, baritone voice rose over the chirping of crickets and the croaking of frogs. It shattered the still, natural silence that seemed to over take the forest at night and made it his bitch. His throat began to go hoarse as he continued to scream, screeching in unimaginable pain as the transformation began to take place. It began all over his body; hair slowly forming along his hips and face before spreading to his chest and legs. He could feel it growing on his skin, tickling and touching every portion of him as it began to lengthen even faster. What the fuck was going on?! He couldn't...he couldn't explain any of this! He smashed the ground with his fist once more, hoping to maintain control through his own violent tendencies. He had to wake up, somehow prove to himself that he was dreaming.

Was this what the Legendary Super Saiyan had experienced? The warrior who had lost his soul on Planet Vegeta, consumed by his own power? Surely he wasn't already succumbing to such a weak fate; Broly was anything but weak. he would not permit himself to be taken. Pushing his back upright as he stood on his knees, he clenched his fists tightly while his screaming continued in shorter bursts of escaping breath. It was a fierce frenzy of danger and excitement for him. His energy was escaping in a fiery blaze of power, at first escaping in only small hooks of emerald fire, before exploding around him like an erupting volcano. The ground around him began to crack and feel the stress of his might, the pressure behind his power. His legs and muscles slowly began to grow, expanding and contracting rapidly as his heart rate began to pick up. It was now pounding in his head, like a drummer gone crazy in the middle of a slow song. He could hear it throbbing, and it wouldn't have shocked him if the rest of the Earth's inhabitants could hear it.

Shit, how could they not? it was like a series of train-wrecks colliding inside of his skull. As the fur completely covered his skin, he felt his face begin to change; the pale lips that had once decorated his features began to move forward on his face, extending to form a snout-like protrusion. His hands reached up as his body began expanding completely, no longer contracting and limiting his size. He gripped at his new snout, feeling and touching as fangs began to appear in his mouth. What the fuck...?! He was literally becoming a monkey. His tail was dancing and pulsating on his back, no longer wrapped calmly around his body. He couldn't say he was conscious of it's movements anymore, only that it was there. It was doing something behind him. Whatever it thought it was doing, Broly wanted it to fucking stop. He had never honestly felt any type of fear before, but this was too damn freaky. He would not let himself be consumed.

As the pain began to subside, he failed to notice his body grow over the trees. He was more focused on the shredding of his clothes, the rips and tears that were being created in his clothing. His wrist guards managed to expand with his body, as did his boots...but the rest of his ensemble was nowhere near as fortunate. The non-gold substances were shredded into pieces as his body reached building sized proportions. His breath continued to emerge in shallow bursts of screaming, as he began to tug at the fur on his head. It had replaced his hair completely now, and was now covering his entire body. It was as though he had become a gorilla of some sort, an insanely powerful Saiyan Gorilla. His mind began to slowly clear itself of the tumultuous battle that had been taking place inside of him as he glared up at the moon, as if blaming it for his issues. Though some would have called it irrational, Broly was not one to release grudges. Celestial bodies or not; he blamed the moon for this dramatic change.

He blamed it and his damn father. Why had Paragus never told him of such a shocking transformation? As the warrior's breathing began to stabilize and return to normal, he considered the fact that he had over reacted to the entire situation. Was this a normal Saiyan Transformation? Was that what their tails had been for? Perhaps that was how they had managed to rise to a position of dominance in the galaxy; if they had all possessed powers like that, then they would never be able to fail. It would have taken a completely incompetent, blundering fool of a Saiyan to fail with such a dangerous power instilled in him since birth.

As Broly began to glance down at his hands, which were now capable of grabbing the largest of trees by the trunk, he slowly began to think. This was...This was him now? Yes. This was his form, his freshly acquired form. As his energy stopped roaring around his body, the warrior did his best to reign it in, forcing it to condense his form as the transformation reversed and his body shrank. He did not want to be caught in this moment of weakness, by anyone. Ryouji be damned, the boy would never find out about such a thing as long as he lived...Which meant that along with his own little embarrassing secret, this was also now his trump card. His ace in the hole, per se. If the child did not know about it, then he would never be able to combat it. On top of that; the things he could do with such a power were limitless. Destroy all of his opponents? Why the fuck not?

After all, it was now his.

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