Encounters in the Night (Broly and Ryouji)

Broly brought himself up from the cold ground, having been awoken by the sound of twigs cracking in the woodland surrounding him. He had always been a light sleeper, a byproduct of being raised by a man who was only using him as a tool for vengeance, rather than a man who wanted a legitimate child. The boy's power had only proven to be more threatening than Paragus had intended, resulting in several muddled attempts to murder his own child. Fortunately, Broly had always been a capable warrior, even at a young age. His raw power often left him with enough damage dealing capability to inflict pain upon almost whoever he pleased. But this planet, it was far different than anything he'd ever encountered. There were warriors that far surpassed his own ability here.

He hadn't expected such stiff resistance from the planet Kakarot had been dismissed to. He had been born with a power level of two for god's sake, Broly with a strength reading of over ten thousand. He could hardly believe that such a weakling had managed to get sent to this deranged planet, full of powerful warriors and cut throats. It had begun to seem a second home to him, however. The blood thirsty nature of a good portion of it's inhabitants was refreshing to him. Most planets held a convoluted and peaceful world view. It was disgusting, to watch them all scurry about like insects before a rapidly falling boot. These creatures, the humans and their allies, they offered him a challenge.

It was mostly their allies. The rest of the planet was just a bug waiting to be smashed. He would have to wait for that chance, however. It appeared that a solid portion of the planet was defended by warriors much stronger than himself, and with his latest issue (namely his inability to gather his full strength), he had found himself at wit's end with all of the scurrying he was forced to do. He was only in the damned woodlands because of a recent knock out he had suffered in battle against some Changeling he'd met. Obviously, he hadn't exactly come out on the top of that dog pile. Cocking his hand back toward his chest, the Saiyan warrior sprang up from the ground, landing in crouching position. He was going to have to be careful; he had no idea of how long he was out, or if that Changeling was still around.

"Come out, fool, and say your final words!", Broly's words echoed throughout the night, filled with clear levels of contempt for whoever it was that had made the noise. Though he was supposed to be being careful, he had never been one to evade a fight, no matter how difficult. Even if it was that Changeling he'd met, he would destroy it on this go around. Squinting through the darkness, he struggled to catch sight of whatever had intruded upon his personal bubble in order to more properly destroy it. His energy was not nearly enough to light the entire woodland, so he was forced to endure the limited range his emerald-esque ki ball offered him.

WC: 532

The sun had set long ago, but Ryouji was ignorant of the time as he had been concentrating on his mental training for quite some time. For someone of his unique talents, his mental fitness was as important, if not more so, as his physical fitness.

Ryouji opened his eyes and looked about. “It would seem my training took longer than I had anticipated.” He stood up and brushed the dirt and leaves from his pants. “Time to return-“

"Come out, fool, and say your final words!", A burly voice shouted from nearby.

”Is he referring to me?” Ryouji questioned as he looked to the south. His eyes pierced through the gaps of the trunks of the trees to see a large, muscle clad warrior with ki ball in hand ready to strike. The fifteen year old man looked down at his open palms. ”I still haven’t tested these abilities on a live target yet. Perhaps this would be an opportunity best not missed.”

Taking the initiative the young lad made his way through the brush and found his way to the small clearing where the brawny man stood.

”Hiya,” Ryouji greeted with an earnest smile and a small wave of his hand. He knew the man was strong by just looking at him; he however, preferred hiding his true strength.

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Broly watched the boy emerge with impatience, instantly displeased at his very appearance. It wasn't that he himself was unpleasant, the Saiyan warrior simply didn't have the patience for these Earthlings any more. Not that he'd truly had it to begin with, but the tiny amount he possessed was already wearing down even thinner, clearly because of his dealings with the Earthlings he'd already met. His eyes told the story well enough; they were a deep black, but burning with an internal fire rarely seen in men of any caliber. So despite this new arrival's friendly enough reply to his call, he was less than happy to see someone at all. He would have been content had no one emerged from the brush at all. Then he could have simply left the area.

But now, he had someone he could try and take his frustrations out on. Whether or not he was successful, he would at least express some of his anger and dangerous levels of stress that the Earth was gifting him. Shifting positions to a standing one, Broly kept the glowing ball of energy alive in his palm, flexing his fingers to keep energy flowing into it. This youth, as he couldn't have been anything else, must have at least been brave. It wasn't often a boy came up to him in an attempt to greet him. He was forced to begrudge him credit, if only mentally. He would never acknowledge another verbally.

"Why have you come here, human?", he spat the inquiry at his soon to be opponent. He didn't know or care if he was truly Human, but with the variation among the Earth's Inhabitants he wouldn't have been very shocked to find out that this guy was a human. It was still difficult for him to believe that a mere pup had sought him out. Had he done it on purpose, or wandered into a sleeping bear's camp? Or rather, an unconscious bear's camp? He would soon find out, provided the human answered his question before Broly attacked. Something about this planet had increased the usually not inquisitorial nature of the warrior, giving him a penchant for mild forms of knowledge.

It pissed him off almost as much everything else did. Had this fellow encountered Broly before, perhaps he wouldn't have paid attention to those dark eyes, glaring daggers in his direction, or the shaggy black hair extending to the top of his back. Or maybe he wasn't paying attention to it at all. After all, Broly could have been simply a tall human, except for the tail swishing around behind him. The tail was something he didn't care to control. It could move and dance however it pleased, so long as it didn't get in his way. He had no qualms with ripping it off, should the situation require it. All it did was force him to rage another day of the month.

It was almost like a Saiya-period.

WC: 500 (on the nose.)
TWC: 1,032

Ryouji looked the man in his eyes, the eyes of a warrior. Unlike most other men Ryouji had come across, these eyes told a story; what the story was however was hidden under the ferocity that was the man.

"Why have you come here, human?", the burly man snapped. The man certainly had a way with words; it was obvious that he had little to no good encounters with the Human race.

“Oh please,” Ryouji sighed at his assumption. It was true he was Human, at least partially, but he was more than that, better than all the rest of them. “I’ll forgive you this once, but don’t lump me in with the rest of those cretins. I may appear Human, or even have been born one, but I can tell you that I possess a far greater imagination and purpose than those corrupt vermin. They are a filthy race, stingy and hypocritical. They may talk all high and mighty, but that’s all it is. I, however, possess both the power and imagination it takes to make a change, a change for the better. A change not only for the benefit of mankind, but for the universe as well.“

It may have been a long winded speech, but he had never once told anyone of his true thoughts of his own kind. Seeing as how the man despised Human’s by simply assessing his greeting, Ryouji thought he may arouse sympathy in the man to join his cause. After all, even if Ryouji was far greater than any mere Human, it would still be difficult to create the world he sought after with just one man. He thought this alien, whoever he was with his swaying tail, would seek a comrade who shares similar distaste in the Human race.

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Broly felt his body rock backwards in deep laughter. The boy's words were spoken from the heart of a Saiyan, but phrased like a philosopher. To hear two completely contradictory different speeches at once was both interesting and amusing. This boy clearly thought he had the power to change the world for the better, or so he thought. Did he not realize that change like that was pointless? Once he died, everything would simply change again. Was he naive, or was this just a product of his youth? Regardless, the warrior had to admit that his way with words enhanced his charisma. Most wouldn't listen to him, though. No one listened to a child. They were too wet behind the ears. That was the source of his laughter; he had heard words that most would simply dismiss as youthful enthusiasm.

"The insect claims he has power. You know nothing of true power, boy. Not until you've tasted the strength I've tasted, and rampaged across planets. Until you've possessed the power to claim everything in your path as nothing but dust, then you've no power. Tell me, have you ever killed a man before? Your change will require more than a display of force. Prove your might or prove me right, child!"

And with those words he threw his arm forward, releasing two laser-like pulses of electric looking emerald energy from his palm before pulling it back and releasing a final blast. Broly's energy was, while obviously not at full strength, still intimidating. Still, he was not ignorant to the boy's strength. He could sense the pressure he carried, see it in the swagger that he carried himself with. This boy was more powerful than some he had encountered, but not all. Broly knew that he would soon be able to send him flying into the wind, but at current all he could boast of was the power he had previously held.

That same power was now gone, for a period of time that only a deity would have been able to predict. Whether or not the boy could see it, he'd never know. Broly looked as though he was reasonably powerful still, but it was nothing but a trace of his former strength. Muscles and a warrior's physique could only get you so far, after all. Still, he would never allow this boy's change for the better. It was simply a grounds for slaughter. Slaughter needed no ground, slaughter merely needed to take place. Those who tried to excuse it away were those with shards of a conscience remaining. Who needed such hesitation? He would not stay his hand if he were a killer, nor would he explain it away.

Because in all honesty, he didn't need to. As the moonlight filtered down through the trees above, Broly crouched in the darkness as he was supposed to. He was a killer who needed no hesitation, his identity being the only thing he was sure of in the ever changing universe. It was one of the only things that could mark him as an individual, besides one fact.

He was the one to bring change to the worlds he touched, via his strength and power. Once he regained that unimaginable power...Once he was able to control it at will, he would be unstoppable.


WC:559
TWC:1,591

Ryouji could sense something was amiss, he could sense the tension in the air as the man spoke. He was right, no sooner did the man stop talking than he throws several beam of green bolts at the boy. Quickly, Ryouji extended his arm, palm outward. The beams of energy hit a seemingly invisible barrier as cracks of purple mixed with the exploding green energy.

Who was this man? First he laughed at him then he feels as though he feels as if he had the right to lecture him, much less attack him without provocation. To Ryoujin, this man was nothing more than a brute without a path. An unimaginable power waiting to be refined, to be sculpted and guided toward a proper cause.

“Now now, that’s no way to treat someone you first met, but I see you may not respond to anything but raw power. I will give you a taste of what I am,” He paused as he clenched his hst shattering the barrar around him. “No, what we are capable of.”

With those words, the boy had vanished and appeared behind the behemoth of a man. His arms extended in front of him as a purple magic circle appeared in front of them. The circle spun as a bright purple orb formed in front of them. The magic circle continued to spin as the orb grew larger. Soon the circle spun so fast that it shattered, sending the beam of light flying toward the backside of the man.

This man is like a wild beast, untamed and out of control. If he was more disciplined, less wild, then he would prove a powerful aspect. Most people would not listen to a child, but to such a man, the very sight of him would send chills down their spines.

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When the boy vanished, Broly was forced to blink in surprise, as if checking that both eyes were still working properly. He was just as fast as the rest of them, and while that wasn't too shocking, it was still pretty surprising. He would never be able to adjust to the speed the rest of the galaxy seemed to possess. It was hard to decipher whether he had once been the owner of such a pace. Right now everything was just a blur of motion to eyes not properly adjusted to the events happening around him. This uncertainty bred an emotion in him not completely distant from fear. It was a blend of surprise and confusion created with every new movement, despite his readiness for it. No matter how many times he saw those blurs and jumps through the air, he couldn't managed to keep up with it.

By the time he felt the energy gathering at his back, it was far too late. The scorching feeling of fresh energy had already kicked in, and was beginning to burn it's way into his back. A sharp, hiss-like breath found it's way into his lungs as he felt the all too real pain begin to take effect. The boy was strong too? How wonderful for him. Relaxing his muscles as the blast was released with a startling screech of power and stress, Broly allowed himself to be carried forward through the air by the attack, his legs lifting off of the ground as the attack swept him through the cool night while the after effect lit the area. What was it within this boy that had given him this strength?

Broly's body never hit the ground, despite the likelihood of it doing just that. Extending a mostly relaxed hand toward the dirt at a forty-five degree angle, he released a powerful jet of ki toward the ground, releasing him from the blast's path in order to let it explode into a tree in the distance. The loud 'boom' rocked the forestry around them as the Saiyan rose into the air, his body rocketing through the skies as he began to gain momentum. Grinning wildly as his body now began to fall, it wasn't clear how much pain he was in, externally. Inside, he felt as though his pride was being cut in half by the boy's superior firepower. He'd canceled out the Warrior's blasts with a single barrier shot, after all.

Screaming as he descended, Broly considered that this boy might be strong in the arts of Ki, but weak physically. While not hoping that such a thing was true, he wouldn't have minded a ranged punching back in all honesty.

"Aaaaaagh!", a battle cry released into the night as he brought both hands together in a clubbing motion, hoping to bring them down upon the child's skull and either fracture it, or at least provide some damage to his opponent. If the boy were smart, he'd avoid it. After all, it wasn't as though this attack were obscenely fast or unavoidable. However, if he did avoid it, the Saiyan already had a plan in place. He would simply adjust his course in the air unless he tried to once more use an energy attack. That way, unless this kid moved in the split second before he hit the ground, the attack should go through.

WC:566
TWC: 2,157

Ryouji watched as the large beast of a man shot from behind the wall of light and into the air. At least he was smart enough to get out of the way before it exploded on the tree. The force of the explosion blew the glasses clear off the young man’s face. It didn’t matter though; he only wore them as an elusive ploy to seem weak and unthreatening.

Ryouji watched as the man came falling from the sky his hands brought upward in an attempt to bludgeon him. The attack in itself was rather unimaginative and quite frankly disrespectful. The boy was hoping to see some sort of creativity from the brute, but know he knew it was too much to hope for.

“If you only understand physical force,” Ryouji looked straight up at the descending warrior and he brought his hands to his side with his fists balled up. “Let me show you the power of my resolve.” Sparks flew around the boy as the dirt around him slowly ascended into the air.

He knew the man’s mass alone could crush him, but he also believed that this man would only work with someone he respects and to do that, the boy had to show an unwavering and steadfast determination. The boy raised his arms above his head, the sparks still flying up around him, and crossed his arms to protect his most vital of organs, his brain.

With a loud crackling noise the sparks jumped from him to the approaching warrior. They did little however to stop his attack. The massive fists hit his arms hard and with their collision a thin layer of purple energy could be seen surrounding his arms, like that of a shield. As the full weight of the man came crashing down, several cracks in the energy were made. The pain shot through the boys arms, but he did not scream, he did not yell, he simply took it like a man.

Now Ryouji had no real formal combat training, but with the powers that he wielded, he had discovered a way to make up for that lack of experience. Through tactical thinking and controlling the magical energy that ran through his body to such a degree he could use it along with his imagination for endless possibilities. Strengthening his muscles with that energy along with providing a thin layer of exoskeletal protection was just such a way.

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As the mixture of kinetic physicality and the mentally powerful ki shield of his opponent's connected, Broly wondered exactly why this boy wanted change. He could feel himself drifting through the boy's barrier, and for some reason, he felt as though the attack could have been avoided. He had failed to notice the simple flaw in his plan while he had the chance, but this boy. With his mental strength, he should have been much more powerful than he seemed. Surely, he would have been capable of more than that? Especially if he had just brought up a barrier like that with such speed. While it hadn't stopped his attack entirely, it had stalled his momentum, making the blow much weaker.

So as his attack slammed into the boy's arms with only half the power that it should have, Broly did little other than release a grunt of satisfaction. Was his resolve strong enough to withstand the physical pain of such a blow, or was he too weak to stop it? Taking in a breath while time slowed to a crawl, Broly slowly worked his way back up into a casual standing position until he was standing at full height, and looking down at his younger acquaintance. Despite all of the things that he'd done on the Earth so far, including meeting a misguided female, a changeling capable of drastic transformations...This was by far the strangest. In a way, he felt a feeling of fraternity to this boy. He was born with the heart of a Saiyan.

Then again, sometimes errors were made in the birthing process. Maybe he'd been sent here in cryogenic sleep, prior to Vegeta's destruction? It would explain the problem of Age, and Broly knew for a fact that cryogenic sleep was a viable thing. He had heard of races surviving to near millennial ages because of it, or of Saiyans surviving in the ice inside of the poles. Of course, that was all spoon fed in the stories and info graphics from his Space Pod. He couldn't be sure what was true and what wasn't, when it all came down to it. Was it possible that this boy wasn't all he seemed? If not, it would prove a boon. If he was an insect, it would not be hard to crush him later on. Broly could feel that the boy, though strong, still had a long ways to go in terms of strength. However, the sneaking feeling that he would be gaining on him in the near future still presented itself in the back of his head.

"Boy, have you ever heard of a Planet called Vegeta? You're too stubborn to be a human.", and that stubbornness was something he almost admired. He could use this boy, as a means to an end, if nothing else. Though, he couldn't be sure that this wasn't just a ploy to seem weak, or a lure to trap the Saiyan in a more devastating bind than he'd ever been in before...

His energy now encompassed him in a wild blaze of fire, surrounding the pair of them in a screaming sphere of emerald light, that seemed to contract and expand with every passing second. It was like a heart beat, drumming to the pace of some unknown rhythm in the man's mind. If the boy were smart, he would respond with his own, and stare the Saiyan down like a truly courageous soul. It was like they were both dogs, trying to assert their dominance, one trying to triumph over the other in a battle of more than just physical power. But, could he challenge the boy on his own domain?

"Buzz, little bee. I've seen your sting already."

WC:630
TWC:2,787

"Boy, have you ever heard of a Planet called Vegeta? You're too stubborn to be a human."

“So is that your planet then?” Ryouji grinned. It was a good sign that the man would consider him one of his own. This was especially true since he didn’t care to group himself with the Human race. To know this man thought of him not as a Human, but as a member of his own race was inspiring.

His powerful emerald aura surrounded them both, engulfing them in a fiery orb of green ki. The ki of the beast was unlike anything he had felt before. It was a pure power, raw and unbridled. If it were only focused, more refined, the aura itself could do devastating damage.

Ryouji decided to respond by releasing his own energy. A glowing purple magic circle formed on the ground beneath them both. Strange symbols lined the inside, an ancient text known only to the Shin’s of the past. A strong deep purple energy flared up around him, forcing back his green aura. The two energies pressed against one another, the force of the two sparking purple and green energy. The power of the two forces was strong enough to causes cracks of thunder as the auras flared.

“Vegeta, hmmm. It sounds like a good planet.”

Ryouji couldn’t believe what power this man held. By his bruises and his flickering power, it was obvious the warrior was still recovering from a previous fight. If it hadn’t been for his injuries, it was unsure if Ryouji would even be able to keep up with such raw talent.

“Your power is astounding, but it can be harnessed. It can be trained. Warrior of Vegeta, allow me to help you mold your power into an unrivaled force; strongest in the entire universe. With your strength and my abilities, we could shape all of the universe into a reality we want. A reality where we will bridge the gap between worlds and transcend the boundaries of race and creed. A reality which power and imagination means the difference between life and death. It is with you that this reality will be made, join me now and let’s begin our ascension into the realm of possibilities where our only goal is the completion of our reality.”

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