Self Control Begins

by Broly 4/1/2012, 3:00 am

Broly could feel his heart pounding in his chest, in his head, pulsating throughout his entire being as he raced toward his objective. A ship had just come in from orbit, descending through the clouds to a small valley just south of Central City. Was it the person he had been seeking, the elusive Paragus? The man had wronged Broly in ways unspeakable, and now he would crush him without a trace of hesitation or regret. It bothered him little that Paragus was his father, for it was all that man's fault that he was what he was today. Weak, complacent, unable to access the abilities that had been sealed away by said man. He would have given anything to tear into him with all of his might, ripping him to teensy tiny shreds, before burning those to ashes.

No, he would do worse. He would dismember the bastard limb by limb and save the head for last, cauterizing as he went so that he would feel each and every wound as it was inflicted to it's fullest extent. The very thought made his mouth water, his brain activity flair up in ways indescribable, as if he was accessing a new area within his own consciousness, that controlled his creativity. Something that was changing the way he thought and utilized his intelligence! Or was it just the extent he was willing to go to in order to destroy the one who had damn near crippled him? All he knew on the matter was that was now feeling more rage than he ever had before. Nothing had ever infuriated him to the level where Paragus' possible arrival was directing him.

Not even the pompous little Prince's face would have upset him this much. Tensing his knees, Broly released energy from his body, expelling it in an effort to burst across the skies at speeds higher than he was already traveling. He had to catch the ship before it decided Broly was on Earth, before it decided that the place was too dangerous for it to dock at. Not that Earth had any formal docking ports, but it was clear that it had no defenses either. Any Alien species willing to settle for a flat plain would have been able to park itself on the tundras of the North, or the plains of the East. For a Saiyan? It'd be a simple decision. Take in port at this dinky little planet in the Sol System? Or wait until you died in the vacuum of space when your oxygen supply ran out?

Anyone would have been able to predict that Paragus would have eventually needed clean air to breath. No proud Saiyan would be done in by their own inability to account for breathable air. It was using the small amount of technological consciousness that his race did care for, survival. The only other thing they even bothered developing was battle armor, and in Paragus case, restrictive gear. He would show the old fool the errors of his ways by teaching him a lesson in pain, the hard way. It would not be hard to destroy Paragus, should the chance have presented itself to him. He knew the man's style, his weaknesses, his strengths. Destroying his patriarchal overlord would be child's play, as it had always been for him.

As Broly came upon the valley, he realized that the ship he had been chasing was not that of his father's. The structure was completely different, and the color a pale yellow, which through a haze of cloud cover had been turned silver by his eyes. Narrowing them with distaste and displeasure, Broly emerged from his power flight, releasing his bukujutsu completely so that he could fall toward the ground in a cannonball like descent, and land before the ship's door. Anything that emerged from the craft would be met by a hail of energy and power sent from the Legendary Super Saiyan himself. He wasn't put off by the fact that it wasn't his father. He was now just seeking something to take his rage out upon and destroy, something to remove from existence to make him feel less angry, less enraged by his disappointment.

His feet hit the ground hard, sending pillars of Earth up into the air as the hard soil cracked around his impact zone. Grass and clumps of dirt were sent into the air by the sheer force of his touch down, likely because of the high speed he had descended with. The fact that it was forming a cloud of dirt and soil that was to fall upon the ship before him did little to ease the growing tension in his body, which was now begging to be released by the Saiyan Juggernaut. The only reason he was even aware of it was because of the clumps that bounced and broke off of his skull, falling back to their rightful place after encountering the head of a full blooded Saiyan. Needless to say, Saiyans had some of the hardest skulls known. A race known for destroying themselves when they got angry was not to be given a fragile head, or a glass jaw.

Suddenly, the ship released internal pressure from it's door, signaling that someone would be emerging soon. Broly's reaction was near instant. His right foot went forward, planting itself firmly upon the door to cease it's action, pinning it in place despite it's effort to open. Behind the door, a disturbance was heard. They had clearly disabled their sound proofing system, originally meant to prevent background noise from contaminating their frequencies. Now, it was merely allowing the enemy to hear them better. How unfortunate that they were essentially alerting the Saiyan to their next move. Scowling as he listened, Broly waited to hear what their plan was. He would play their game, for now.

“What's wrong, Meran?”, came a worried voice that sounded like it was coming from the back of the ship. It was probably the Captain of the vessel, by his authoritative tone. Any subordinate caught speaking so rashly to a superior officer would have been killed on the spot, at least that's what Broly would have done. He could only assume that the same was true with the way they ran their ship. Quieting his thoughts to once again pay attention, he tried to wait until the subordinate went to open up the door manually. That was when he would make his move, to destroy them all. He was already imagining the screams, the looks of sheer terror frozen on their faces forever when he went to disembowel them.

“The door's jammed, boss. I can't get it to open!”, what a pathetic fool.

“Did you park our asses in front of a tree, mate? Find out what the hell's jamming it!”, the Captain cried, clearly disgruntled with his recruit. He could say he sympathized, but he didn't. Broly wasn't one to look for partners, excluding the young Ryouji. That boy was competent, at the least. This fool, Meran, sounded as though he needed help with the simplest things. Broly parted his lips, releasing a soft 'tch' in annoyance of his new target's lack of ability to do...Well, anything. Opening a door was as simple as it got, even with a Legendary Warrior on the other side of it. Actually, scratch that. Broly was actually pretty hard to get by.

As he felt the stress of body weight lean against the door, Broly put a hand to the glass bubble that would allow Meran to see outside. Grinning wildly as the confused alien released a surprised 'oh', he broke through the glass with sheer force. As his hand breached the inside of the ship and began to constrict around the alien's skull. Something about it made it feel like the human desert called 'pie', soft and squishy with a light crust on the top. It was unfortunate that he didn't have any better protection for himself, otherwise he may have survived the constriction. Giggling in a dark fashion as he applied more pressure, Broly felt other things beginning to effect his grip.

Something was trying to pull him free? They clearly didn't know what they were dealing with. Energy quickly began to amass in the Legendary Warrior's hand as he felt the force of the pulling increase, and Meran's noise level soared with it. He was screaming and screaming bloody murder, hoping that his allies would pull through and aid him in his time of need. Poor bastard was completely unaware of the ability that Broly possessed, and that would likely be the thing that killed him painfully. Had he given up hope initially, the death would have been a much softer, almost merciful blow to a pitiful existence.

His head was being covered in green energy, being burned by the sheer heat of it. Broly, if he listened hard enough, would have been able to hear his brain sizzling inside of his opponent, had it not been for the commotion going on across the door. They were still trying to free him, but less hands were even giving an effort. It seemed the others were trying to flee from the craft as fast as possible, but both sides knew there was no way out. The escape pods only worked if you were in space, and they were anything but. They were on the surface of a foreign planet, being killed by a warrior they'd never see. It was almost hilarious. Almost.

Broly's ball of energy suddenly expanded into a fluctuating wave of light, purging the ship of it's mentally deficient inhabitants as it filled the place with a roar of dangerous power. It forced the ship to shake and rock on it's haunches as it cleared everything inside so that the Saiyan could enter. He was sterilizing it of this space filth that had decided to enter his new, and very temporary home. He would never allow them to destroy it before he did, that was after all, his damn job. He would rob them of their chance, if he hadn't already done so. Then, if more of them had made the decision to land and reinforce the place? Then they would be ruled of such low quality that he'd be forced to follow them home, and eradicate their entire pathetic species.

His wave slowly began to die down, it's ferocity slowly retreating as the pressure lifted itself from Broly's shoulders. The strain of anger was now flushing it's way from his body, giving way to an almost over excited joy. The universe itself would be a better place without them, without the rest of the vermin that inhabited it. He would cleanse them all eventually, and if needed, he would cleanse these people sooner than most. Pulling his foot off of the door, Broly allowed it to open after his wave died down completely. Inside, he was not very disappointed by the results he'd brought about. The entire place was scorched.

Yes, scorched and clean of any life. He could see the control panel in the back, now lit only by the flashing display of sparks that he had created by destroying the monitors and several of the computer's components. No other distinguishing features remained. Portions of a table leg, a single boot left upon the ground. He had managed to complete the process of purification begun when he'd found the place. Had it really been Paragus here, he would have been more personal, up close with the murdering and the destruction. He'd have broken his pathetic body over every part of the ship until nothing remained to break.

Unfortunately, he would need to settle for the disappointment that was this...Squishy headed species. How unsettling. He could feel the disgust rising once again in his stomach, as he stepped forward into the ship to further examine it. He needed to send a ping out to a very specific Saiyan Cruiser, the very same ship his father had been traveling on. While he didn't know it's frequency, he knew that the old codger would answer the call of a Saiyan in need of aid. He was that weak, and that foolish to think that a Saiyan would ever call for help. He could practically see the old man's face as he pressed down on the only working part of the ship, the radio.

“Calling all Saiyan left, someone, anyone, help us! We're stuck on Planet Earth, and need extract! Anyone!”

Of course, he had been telling the partial truth. He would be taking Paragus' ship, if he ever arrived, and removing himself from this hell hole of a planet. The thought of it was enough to keep that grin on his face, as he released the “output” button on the radio display. Now it was time to wait and see the outcome...If Paragus had heard him, he'd be there within the month. If not? Who knew how things would turn out. Perhaps someone else, someone more worthy of his time would answer the call. He would have to wait patiently. Something that, while normally not his strong suit, was being bolstered by the possible rewards.

It was called Self Control.

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