Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Challenge ❯ Defiance ( Chapter 2 )
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By: pixelgoddess 
Kakarott arrives and meets Brolli - sparks fly and Vegeta realizes the immensity of his error.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.12.2009 | Updated On: 03.12.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 895 | Status: Work In Progress
Kakarott arrives and meets Brolli - sparks fly and Vegeta realizes the immensity of his error.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.12.2009 | Updated On: 03.12.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 895 | Status: Work In Progress
Challenge
By Pixelgoddess
Based on the first Brolli movie – The Legendary Super Saiyan – much of the dialog comes directly from one version or another (fansub, official translation, dub, etc); I chose whichever version of the line that worked best. This was written for the canon to fanon challenge.
Warnings: Non-con, language, sex, violence (What did you expect? This is DBZ after all.)
Pairings: Vegeta/Brolli, Brolli/Vegeta, Piccolo/Vegeta, Goku/Vegeta (implied), Vegeta/Piccolo (implied)
Disclaimer: The usual: don’t own them, don’t make money from them, wish I could buy them at bishie auctions and keep them as pets.
Chapter 2 – Defiance
Moments after landing, he was storming through the palace, demanding Paragus attend him. Brolli remained silent the whole time, head bowed, close on his heels. Paragus finally appeared and Vegeta glared at him.
“Your reports were wrong. There was no ‘Legendary’ there or anywhere close.”
“I am sorry Your Majesty. I am having all efforts taken to investigate his whereabouts now. It will just be a while longer.” Vegeta scowled; Paragus was a complete kiss-ass. He pushed the man forward in annoyance and headed towards his own quarters.
“Yo, Vegeta!”
He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to stare in disbelief at the source of the voice. “Kakarott,” he grated, “Have you come all the way here just to have me kill you?”
Kakarott had the gall to grin at him, completely ignoring the threat. “You haven’t found the Legendary either, huh?”
He gritted his teeth, his rage barely contained; he would not let the third-class take his prize from him. “I will catch him, and when I do he is mine, and then he is dead. Stay out of my way, Kakarott.”
He turned his back on the fool and started to leave when he realized Brolli was not following him. Kakarott had dropped from his perch on the windowsill and the two Saiyans were staring each other down with an intensity that was disturbing. He knew his scent was all over Brolli – what would Kakarott’s reaction be to it? Another Saiyan might have been a problem, depending on how broad the initial challenge had been, but Vegeta had tried to never make it that sweeping a prize. Even if he had, surely Kakarott would not try to claim complete control – Piccolo would have serious objections at the very least.
He scowled at Brolli’s growl of, “Kakarott.” He had never imagined they would meet – his own scent was still mingled with Kakarott’s… how would all of these odors be interpreted by the two of them? If Kakarott felt threatened and challenged for him, then what? Kakarott could defeat Brolli with no problem even if his ki was beginning to rise.
“Take it easy, Brolli,” he heard Paragus grumble behind him.
Vegeta stared disbelieving as their kis pushed against each other, testing. Was Kakarott going to challenge Brolli now – punish him somehow for touching Vegeta? If Brolli didn’t back down he’d trigger a battle the elite had no chance of winning against a Super Saiyan like Kakarott. Even his father recognized the danger, telling Brolli to calm down and back off in a low voice. After a long tense minute Brolli’s ki went to normal and his head dropped, all challenge gone.
Vegeta released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Stupid bastard would pay for trying to stand against Kakarott, even if it was for only a minute. “Brolli, get your ass over here,” he commanded.
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Vegeta stalked to the launch pad where his ship stood waiting, determined to get this ridiculous charade over and done with. Brolli followed at a polite distance, careful not to crowd him.
He was not in a good mood; Brolli had actually dared to ask him about Kakarott again even after Vegeta told him to shut up. His cock shoved down Brolli’s throat ended up being an effective gag. After about an hour of repeatedly cumming down his throat and on his face the fool had finally learned his lesson and remained silent, only speaking when Vegeta told him to. He didn’t even make a sound when Vegeta fucked him angrily, using him as a substitute for that fool Kakarott. How dare that bastard try to steal his quest to destroy this counterfeit ‘Legendary’? When he was done using Brolli, he shoved him out into the hallway, naked, bloody and cum splattered, and ordered him to get cleaned up and ready to leave at daybreak. He went to bed, falling into an exhausted sleep, completely sated.
The next morning, Paragus ran up to him, nearly breathless as he finished attaching his cloak; he hadn’t even had time to finish getting dressed. Vegeta might have smirked if he hadn’t been so annoyed at his attempt to interfere with his plans.
“King Vegeta, please wait! Please wait until tomorrow!” Paragus pleaded. “By tomorrow we should know what planet the Legendary Super Saiyan is on!”
“I’ll find him on my own,” Vegeta said.
“Vegeta, we’re getting tired of waiting for you!”
“Kakarott,” Brolli growled.
He stopped and stared at the ship, amazed to hear the fool’s voice. Kakarott? The bastard was already in his ship? He couldn’t believe what he was hearing as the third-class prattled on about food and echoes and other foolishness. Kakarott finally emerged from the ship and Vegeta glared at him, arms crossed.
“Vegeta, you don’t have to go anywhere. The Legendary you’re looking for is right here,” Kakarott said.
“Kakarott, stay out of this. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” He noticed Brolli echoed his ‘Kakarott’ and reminded himself to punish him for speaking without permission.
Kakarott turned. “Go on, Paragus. Tell Vegeta about how Brolli is the Legendary Super Saiyan.”
Vegeta nearly laughed at such a ridiculous suggestion. Brolli was a weakling. If he had any kind of power he would never have submitted to Vegeta so easily.
“That is absurd,” Paragus protested. “King Vegeta, there is no way such a thing could be possible. How could Brolli, with a power level lower than my own, be a Super Saiyan? Please return with me to the palace and ignore these lies.”
“Father, he’s the one who’s lying.”
Vegeta glared at Mirai Trunks, not believing what a circus this was turning into. The boy had arrived with Gohan and some ichthyoids aliens in tow.
“It’s a sham,” Trunks continued, ignoring his expression, “This so-called Planet Vegeta is nothing but a fake – an illusion. Can’t you see? This planet is in ruins. Paragus hid it from you – twisted everything you see. He used these slaves to build the palace and enough of a city to deceive you.”
One of the little fish creatures chose that moment to speak, a scaly finger pointed at Brolli. “It’s him! He’s the one who destroyed our world!”
Vegeta took an angry breath. Mirai might do some stupid things, but he would never lie to him deliberately. He had seen less of his new planet than the others had – was it really possible he’d let himself be deceived by Paragus? “Is this true?” he demanded.
Paragus smirked at him. “It’s about time your spoiled miniscule brain figured it all out. Everything is as your son has said. This planet means nothing to me – its only value is as a target for a comet due to collide with it. My plan is to go to the Northern Galaxy and take Earth as a base to reestablish Saiyan dominance. This,” he said, gesturing to the building behind him, “is an imaginary palace for an imaginary king.”
Vegeta clenched his fists angrily. How dare this Saiyan treat him like a fool, speaking to him this way?
“I’ll bury you and your friends here on this worthless planet. Once you are gone there is no one who can stand against us. I will use Brolli’s power and rule the galaxies uncontested.”
He felt Kakarott’s power rise slightly, still under control but preparing to fight. He didn’t need him, damn it! He was the prince, more than capable of defeating this upstart elite and his docile son. He was about to tell Kakarott to stay out of this when Brolli started to misbehave again.
“Kakarott…” Brolli said, his ki starting to rise.
“Brolli!” Vegeta growled, “I order you to stop this.” His father might have betrayed him, but Brolli belonged to him regardless and had to obey.
“Brolli!” Paragus snapped, “Don’t waste your time on Kakarott.”
“Kakarott,” he repeated, his ki jumping to an elite’s fighting level.
Vegeta powered up; he’d be damned if he’d let Brolli get away with this behavior. If he couldn’t obey him he was no longer useful. There was no way in hell he’d allow him to put a hand on Kakarott – he’d keep that miserable third-class alive until he finally submitted to his prince. “Don’t you dare challenge my authority. This Saiyan is mine,” he said, leaping to the attack, kicking Brolli in the neck, intending to kill him.
“Wow,” Kakarott said, stunned, “He didn’t so much as blink over Vegeta’s attack.”
“Kakarott,” Brolli growled, completely ignoring Vegeta as he stalked forward, ki still building.
“I’m not Kakarott,” the fool protested, “I’m Son Goku!” Even now, after all this time, he refused to acknowledge who and what he was.
Paragus laughed, “Excellent! There’s no need to wait for the comet. Brolli attack! Use your power – eliminate the worthless Saiyans from this world.”
In an instant Brolli’s power rose beyond almost anything Vegeta had felt, surpassing Frieza easily. The power exploded from him in a destructive sphere, compacting the ground beneath him. Even Kakarott made a cry of alarm. How had this power been hidden?
“Brolli! Stop! That’s enough!” Paragus shouted, completely ignored.
Brolli’s ki leapt even higher, his body increasing in size as his dark hair became golden before beginning to glow green as the energy seemed to be too much for him to contain. His power charged the atmosphere, lightning flashing everywhere, striking Brolli over and over without effect. His pupils vanished, the glow of ki hiding them completely as light emanated from his entire body. His laugh was completely insane, creating horrified chills that Vegeta couldn’t control as he shook in terror.
Vegeta had never seen anything so magnificent and so completely terrifying in his entire life. He dropped from Super Saiyan in shock, falling to his knees.
“Do you understand now?” Paragus laughed, standing beside him where he knelt on the ground. “He is the one. He is the Legendary!”
“Kakarott,” Brolli said in a voice so deep and powerful that waves of ki slammed against him with each word, “You will be my first blood sacrifice.”
Vegeta was so stunned by what had just happened he barely noticed when Brolli launched himself at Kakarott with a roar. All he knew was a battle had begun against an enemy of unimaginable power, moving across the planet at unbelievable speeds.
He closed his eyes, sick and dizzy at the feel of Brolli’s ki flashing across the planet in waves, cutting effortlessly through his defenses. What had he done? He had used the most powerful Saiyan in existence as nothing but a sex toy, insulted him, beaten him, and fucked him unmercifully. And if that hadn’t been enough, just minutes ago he had met Brolli’s challenge publicly, in a way he could not ignore.
There was no escape – there was only one outcome to this. He was going to die. They were all going to die. Fighting against such a force would be useless. If he wanted to, Brolli could kill him slowly, using Vegeta as he had been used, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent it.
“Oh godS,” Vegeta said miserably, “It’s true. He is the Legendary. We’ll all be killed!”
Paragus still stood beside him, gloating at his defeat. “So Vegeta, you’re the only one who seems to understand Brolli’s might and barbarity. I trained him in Saiyan customs thinking to use him in my conquest of the galaxies.” He prodded Vegeta with his foot. “I knew you were a fool, but I never expected you to be such an ass, using my son like that. That wasn’t why he was given to you; I had deliberately kept him innocent of such things, knowing I couldn’t be sure how he would react. As it was I fought to keep control of him while you were abusing him, otherwise he would have transformed and killed you. If he had, all of my planning would have been ruined. You and your inflated ego – I thought you had more control than that. Because of your obsession with Kakarott you’ve flipped a switch that cannot be turned off.”
“You saw?” Vegeta groaned. He should never have touched Brolli. He should have been satisfied with Kakarott, but now he would lose even that.
Paragus ignored him. “I had intended to rule with Brolli at my side. That’s no longer possible – he’s broken free of my control. As Legendary he will not be content until he’s destroyed the entire universe. You and your father – two arrogant fools. He feared my son for his power – a mere infant – and ordered him killed. He could have been a great asset to our race, but the King threw that away to protect your position on the throne. He tried to kill us both, but Brolli’s great power saved us both, protecting us even as our planet was destroyed.
“Since then, revenge and your destruction have been my only goals. So as you are torn to bits by Brolli – used as you used him – I invite you to experience the terror that is death.”
Vegeta barely repressed a shudder. This was not how he wanted to die – facing a power that was so overwhelming it could be used to destroy planets with just a thought. Being killed by Frieza was bad enough, but this…?
What would Brolli do with him when the others were gone?
He felt a surge of power as Kakarott, Gohan and Trunks leapt to Super Saiyan to face Brolli. He was horrified because he knew the power of a mere Super Saiyan against the Legendary meant nothing.
“What are you doing?” he shouted uselessly. “Are you completely insane? He’s the most powerful Saiyan in all of history – the Legendary.”
Paragus came to stand beside him. “Watch Vegeta, because massacres like this are rarely seen.”
Vegeta stared in wide-eyed horror. His son… Kakarott… they would die – ripped apart by this monster. Would Brolli use them before killing them, or would they escape that ultimate disgrace?
He could feel the combatants racing across the planet, their ki attacks completely eclipsed by Brolli’s own blasts. How was it they had survived this long? Brolli was playing with them. Their kis were dropping dangerously low – Gohan and his son had to be badly injured.
He felt a cold sinking dread at the arrival of Piccolo. Now he would be responsible for his death as well? All of them would be destroyed – even a Super Saiyan like Kakarott could not stand against the Legendary. Would Brolli be cruel enough to preserve them so they could witness his own final, crushing defeat?
He could see the monster hovering in the sky; green ki glowing like a second sun, roaring in pain and rage as his ki rose even higher. Brolli’s ki attacks seemed random and careless until they targeted the ship they arrived in; now there was no hope of escape – the humans had already left in Piccolo’s ship.
There was a surge in Kakarott’s and the other’s energies. Vegeta frowned. Senzu – the Namek must have brought senzu. That would do them no good – merely postpone the inevitable. The battle continued with new energy as Vegeta watched in horror. Frieza was nothing compared to Brolli.
“The comet is visible now; this planet has only a few more hours of life,” Paragus chuckled cruelly. “Look at it this way Vegeta – at least your well-known fear of dying will be over. You should be grateful.”
It was such an uneven battle – even restored by senzu, the others stood no chance. He imagined he could hear the sounds of their bones breaking, breath being forced from their lungs and blood flowing freely. He was so absorbed in the battle he hardly noticed when Paragus left. It didn’t matter anyway.
He didn’t rise from where he knelt when one of Brolli’s attacks sent Piccolo crashing to the cliff face beneath him. There was nothing he could do – what was the point? They were all going to die anyway – shouldn’t it be sooner rather than later? Dying first could make Piccolo one of the lucky ones.
“Vegeta,” Piccolo growled, climbing to the top. “Why aren’t you helping?”
“It’s no use,” he answered, shaking his head. “This is the end.”
Piccolo knotted his fingers in his hair, yanking his head back. Vegeta could hear him inhaling, taking in his scent and closed his eyes, anticipating the inevitable.
“Damn it, Vegeta - what did you do? I can smell him all over you.”
He kept his eyes closed, not even trying to get free, all fight drained, fear robbing him of his strength.
“You fucked him, didn’t you?” Piccolo growled, his voice even deeper than usual. “What else did you do, Vegeta?”
“He was given to me,” he protested, trying to pull Piccolo’s hand free without success. Everything was going wrong. Piccolo was angry…furious with him, but the way the Namek was holding him was something he frequently did during sex, triggering an almost uncontrollable reaction. So even though they would be dead soon, he was getting hard. Piccolo’s cock was right there in front of him and he struggled to fight down this sudden arousal he felt. Brolli had done this to him – had destroyed his control. He bit back a groan, but as usual Piccolo noticed – his senses rivaled a Saiyan’s. In a way he was relieved - at least he wouldn’t have to debase himself by coming right out and asking for it.
“You want to fuck now?” Piccolo asked in disbelief.
“Yes,” Vegeta ground out, reaching for the Namek’s cock. He stroked it through the fabric, feeling it harden at his touch. Piccolo had never been able to refuse him – he knew the Namek liked him better than either of them were willing to admit, or at least tolerated him better than anyone else did.
“We’re in the middle of a battle,” Piccolo growled, shoving him down, pressing his face into the rocky ground. The other hand was clawing into the waistband of Vegeta’s pants, stretching and pulling them out of the way. “Give me one good reason why I should be doing this for you.”
“Because we’re all going to die,” he said, hating how much he wanted this… needed this. He felt drained of the will and ability to resist the Namek. The air hit exposed flesh, sending chills through him at the feel of it.
The feel of Piccolo’s cock ramming home was a familiar shock; the pain of being instantly filled a welcome distraction.
“Why should it matter?” the Namek demanded, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. “You’ve died before.” He fucked him hard and fast, robbing him of the ability to speak. He concentrated on the feel of Piccolo’s hands on him and the almost constant pressure against his prostate. Piccolo knew how to fuck him – demanding and powerful, overwhelming his senses with painful pleasure. The Namek grabbed his cock, stroking it roughly. Piccolo knew exactly what to do – it was over in minutes.
His whole body shuddered as he came, giving him a moment’s reprieve from his fear. Piccolo grunted his own completion a few moments later.
“Well?” Piccolo said, fingers still hard against his hips, locking him in place. “What’s so different this time?”
He shook his head, barely able to gather enough air to breathe, let alone speak, struggling to overcome Piccolo’s anger. “Not like this,” he finally managed to gasp. “I… Brolli challenged. When I kicked him I answered the challenge,” he finished with a whisper.
Piccolo released him and stared at him coldly; he knew what challenge meant – Vegeta had explained it to him even before challenging Kakarott. “We’re all fighting him, so I guess we all challenged him.”
“I don’t know,” he said miserably. He pulled his pants back up, noting that Piccolo had already done so. He hadn’t been able to hear what had been said or if any rituals had been followed. If they were lucky it was just a battle. “He’ll kill you anyway. But I…I fucked him.”
Suddenly Piccolo’s hand shot out, grabbing Vegeta’s head and knocking him off his feet. Before Vegeta could do anything to prevent it or even object, Piccolo launched himself into the air, not releasing his hold on Vegeta. He couldn’t seem to be able to make himself fight back; now that the momentary distraction was gone his fear returned.
“I’m never enough for you, am I?” Piccolo demanded. “It was bad enough for you to mess with Goku, but at least that I understood. But you ended up just using him and hating him even more for giving you exactly what you wanted. You’re never satisfied with what you’ve got, so like an ass you went after Brolli as well.”
“It was my right!” Vegeta insisted, squirming in his grasp. “Let me go.”
“Gladly; we’re finished. I’m sick of you.” Piccolo opened his hand, releasing Vegeta to fall to the ground.
Vegeta didn’t try to slow his descent, allowing gravity to have its way.
TBC
By Pixelgoddess
Based on the first Brolli movie – The Legendary Super Saiyan – much of the dialog comes directly from one version or another (fansub, official translation, dub, etc); I chose whichever version of the line that worked best. This was written for the canon to fanon challenge.
Warnings: Non-con, language, sex, violence (What did you expect? This is DBZ after all.)
Pairings: Vegeta/Brolli, Brolli/Vegeta, Piccolo/Vegeta, Goku/Vegeta (implied), Vegeta/Piccolo (implied)
Disclaimer: The usual: don’t own them, don’t make money from them, wish I could buy them at bishie auctions and keep them as pets.
Chapter 2 – Defiance
Moments after landing, he was storming through the palace, demanding Paragus attend him. Brolli remained silent the whole time, head bowed, close on his heels. Paragus finally appeared and Vegeta glared at him.
“Your reports were wrong. There was no ‘Legendary’ there or anywhere close.”
“I am sorry Your Majesty. I am having all efforts taken to investigate his whereabouts now. It will just be a while longer.” Vegeta scowled; Paragus was a complete kiss-ass. He pushed the man forward in annoyance and headed towards his own quarters.
“Yo, Vegeta!”
He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to stare in disbelief at the source of the voice. “Kakarott,” he grated, “Have you come all the way here just to have me kill you?”
Kakarott had the gall to grin at him, completely ignoring the threat. “You haven’t found the Legendary either, huh?”
He gritted his teeth, his rage barely contained; he would not let the third-class take his prize from him. “I will catch him, and when I do he is mine, and then he is dead. Stay out of my way, Kakarott.”
He turned his back on the fool and started to leave when he realized Brolli was not following him. Kakarott had dropped from his perch on the windowsill and the two Saiyans were staring each other down with an intensity that was disturbing. He knew his scent was all over Brolli – what would Kakarott’s reaction be to it? Another Saiyan might have been a problem, depending on how broad the initial challenge had been, but Vegeta had tried to never make it that sweeping a prize. Even if he had, surely Kakarott would not try to claim complete control – Piccolo would have serious objections at the very least.
He scowled at Brolli’s growl of, “Kakarott.” He had never imagined they would meet – his own scent was still mingled with Kakarott’s… how would all of these odors be interpreted by the two of them? If Kakarott felt threatened and challenged for him, then what? Kakarott could defeat Brolli with no problem even if his ki was beginning to rise.
“Take it easy, Brolli,” he heard Paragus grumble behind him.
Vegeta stared disbelieving as their kis pushed against each other, testing. Was Kakarott going to challenge Brolli now – punish him somehow for touching Vegeta? If Brolli didn’t back down he’d trigger a battle the elite had no chance of winning against a Super Saiyan like Kakarott. Even his father recognized the danger, telling Brolli to calm down and back off in a low voice. After a long tense minute Brolli’s ki went to normal and his head dropped, all challenge gone.
Vegeta released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Stupid bastard would pay for trying to stand against Kakarott, even if it was for only a minute. “Brolli, get your ass over here,” he commanded.
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Vegeta stalked to the launch pad where his ship stood waiting, determined to get this ridiculous charade over and done with. Brolli followed at a polite distance, careful not to crowd him.
He was not in a good mood; Brolli had actually dared to ask him about Kakarott again even after Vegeta told him to shut up. His cock shoved down Brolli’s throat ended up being an effective gag. After about an hour of repeatedly cumming down his throat and on his face the fool had finally learned his lesson and remained silent, only speaking when Vegeta told him to. He didn’t even make a sound when Vegeta fucked him angrily, using him as a substitute for that fool Kakarott. How dare that bastard try to steal his quest to destroy this counterfeit ‘Legendary’? When he was done using Brolli, he shoved him out into the hallway, naked, bloody and cum splattered, and ordered him to get cleaned up and ready to leave at daybreak. He went to bed, falling into an exhausted sleep, completely sated.
The next morning, Paragus ran up to him, nearly breathless as he finished attaching his cloak; he hadn’t even had time to finish getting dressed. Vegeta might have smirked if he hadn’t been so annoyed at his attempt to interfere with his plans.
“King Vegeta, please wait! Please wait until tomorrow!” Paragus pleaded. “By tomorrow we should know what planet the Legendary Super Saiyan is on!”
“I’ll find him on my own,” Vegeta said.
“Vegeta, we’re getting tired of waiting for you!”
“Kakarott,” Brolli growled.
He stopped and stared at the ship, amazed to hear the fool’s voice. Kakarott? The bastard was already in his ship? He couldn’t believe what he was hearing as the third-class prattled on about food and echoes and other foolishness. Kakarott finally emerged from the ship and Vegeta glared at him, arms crossed.
“Vegeta, you don’t have to go anywhere. The Legendary you’re looking for is right here,” Kakarott said.
“Kakarott, stay out of this. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” He noticed Brolli echoed his ‘Kakarott’ and reminded himself to punish him for speaking without permission.
Kakarott turned. “Go on, Paragus. Tell Vegeta about how Brolli is the Legendary Super Saiyan.”
Vegeta nearly laughed at such a ridiculous suggestion. Brolli was a weakling. If he had any kind of power he would never have submitted to Vegeta so easily.
“That is absurd,” Paragus protested. “King Vegeta, there is no way such a thing could be possible. How could Brolli, with a power level lower than my own, be a Super Saiyan? Please return with me to the palace and ignore these lies.”
“Father, he’s the one who’s lying.”
Vegeta glared at Mirai Trunks, not believing what a circus this was turning into. The boy had arrived with Gohan and some ichthyoids aliens in tow.
“It’s a sham,” Trunks continued, ignoring his expression, “This so-called Planet Vegeta is nothing but a fake – an illusion. Can’t you see? This planet is in ruins. Paragus hid it from you – twisted everything you see. He used these slaves to build the palace and enough of a city to deceive you.”
One of the little fish creatures chose that moment to speak, a scaly finger pointed at Brolli. “It’s him! He’s the one who destroyed our world!”
Vegeta took an angry breath. Mirai might do some stupid things, but he would never lie to him deliberately. He had seen less of his new planet than the others had – was it really possible he’d let himself be deceived by Paragus? “Is this true?” he demanded.
Paragus smirked at him. “It’s about time your spoiled miniscule brain figured it all out. Everything is as your son has said. This planet means nothing to me – its only value is as a target for a comet due to collide with it. My plan is to go to the Northern Galaxy and take Earth as a base to reestablish Saiyan dominance. This,” he said, gesturing to the building behind him, “is an imaginary palace for an imaginary king.”
Vegeta clenched his fists angrily. How dare this Saiyan treat him like a fool, speaking to him this way?
“I’ll bury you and your friends here on this worthless planet. Once you are gone there is no one who can stand against us. I will use Brolli’s power and rule the galaxies uncontested.”
He felt Kakarott’s power rise slightly, still under control but preparing to fight. He didn’t need him, damn it! He was the prince, more than capable of defeating this upstart elite and his docile son. He was about to tell Kakarott to stay out of this when Brolli started to misbehave again.
“Kakarott…” Brolli said, his ki starting to rise.
“Brolli!” Vegeta growled, “I order you to stop this.” His father might have betrayed him, but Brolli belonged to him regardless and had to obey.
“Brolli!” Paragus snapped, “Don’t waste your time on Kakarott.”
“Kakarott,” he repeated, his ki jumping to an elite’s fighting level.
Vegeta powered up; he’d be damned if he’d let Brolli get away with this behavior. If he couldn’t obey him he was no longer useful. There was no way in hell he’d allow him to put a hand on Kakarott – he’d keep that miserable third-class alive until he finally submitted to his prince. “Don’t you dare challenge my authority. This Saiyan is mine,” he said, leaping to the attack, kicking Brolli in the neck, intending to kill him.
“Wow,” Kakarott said, stunned, “He didn’t so much as blink over Vegeta’s attack.”
“Kakarott,” Brolli growled, completely ignoring Vegeta as he stalked forward, ki still building.
“I’m not Kakarott,” the fool protested, “I’m Son Goku!” Even now, after all this time, he refused to acknowledge who and what he was.
Paragus laughed, “Excellent! There’s no need to wait for the comet. Brolli attack! Use your power – eliminate the worthless Saiyans from this world.”
In an instant Brolli’s power rose beyond almost anything Vegeta had felt, surpassing Frieza easily. The power exploded from him in a destructive sphere, compacting the ground beneath him. Even Kakarott made a cry of alarm. How had this power been hidden?
“Brolli! Stop! That’s enough!” Paragus shouted, completely ignored.
Brolli’s ki leapt even higher, his body increasing in size as his dark hair became golden before beginning to glow green as the energy seemed to be too much for him to contain. His power charged the atmosphere, lightning flashing everywhere, striking Brolli over and over without effect. His pupils vanished, the glow of ki hiding them completely as light emanated from his entire body. His laugh was completely insane, creating horrified chills that Vegeta couldn’t control as he shook in terror.
Vegeta had never seen anything so magnificent and so completely terrifying in his entire life. He dropped from Super Saiyan in shock, falling to his knees.
“Do you understand now?” Paragus laughed, standing beside him where he knelt on the ground. “He is the one. He is the Legendary!”
“Kakarott,” Brolli said in a voice so deep and powerful that waves of ki slammed against him with each word, “You will be my first blood sacrifice.”
Vegeta was so stunned by what had just happened he barely noticed when Brolli launched himself at Kakarott with a roar. All he knew was a battle had begun against an enemy of unimaginable power, moving across the planet at unbelievable speeds.
He closed his eyes, sick and dizzy at the feel of Brolli’s ki flashing across the planet in waves, cutting effortlessly through his defenses. What had he done? He had used the most powerful Saiyan in existence as nothing but a sex toy, insulted him, beaten him, and fucked him unmercifully. And if that hadn’t been enough, just minutes ago he had met Brolli’s challenge publicly, in a way he could not ignore.
There was no escape – there was only one outcome to this. He was going to die. They were all going to die. Fighting against such a force would be useless. If he wanted to, Brolli could kill him slowly, using Vegeta as he had been used, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent it.
“Oh godS,” Vegeta said miserably, “It’s true. He is the Legendary. We’ll all be killed!”
Paragus still stood beside him, gloating at his defeat. “So Vegeta, you’re the only one who seems to understand Brolli’s might and barbarity. I trained him in Saiyan customs thinking to use him in my conquest of the galaxies.” He prodded Vegeta with his foot. “I knew you were a fool, but I never expected you to be such an ass, using my son like that. That wasn’t why he was given to you; I had deliberately kept him innocent of such things, knowing I couldn’t be sure how he would react. As it was I fought to keep control of him while you were abusing him, otherwise he would have transformed and killed you. If he had, all of my planning would have been ruined. You and your inflated ego – I thought you had more control than that. Because of your obsession with Kakarott you’ve flipped a switch that cannot be turned off.”
“You saw?” Vegeta groaned. He should never have touched Brolli. He should have been satisfied with Kakarott, but now he would lose even that.
Paragus ignored him. “I had intended to rule with Brolli at my side. That’s no longer possible – he’s broken free of my control. As Legendary he will not be content until he’s destroyed the entire universe. You and your father – two arrogant fools. He feared my son for his power – a mere infant – and ordered him killed. He could have been a great asset to our race, but the King threw that away to protect your position on the throne. He tried to kill us both, but Brolli’s great power saved us both, protecting us even as our planet was destroyed.
“Since then, revenge and your destruction have been my only goals. So as you are torn to bits by Brolli – used as you used him – I invite you to experience the terror that is death.”
Vegeta barely repressed a shudder. This was not how he wanted to die – facing a power that was so overwhelming it could be used to destroy planets with just a thought. Being killed by Frieza was bad enough, but this…?
What would Brolli do with him when the others were gone?
He felt a surge of power as Kakarott, Gohan and Trunks leapt to Super Saiyan to face Brolli. He was horrified because he knew the power of a mere Super Saiyan against the Legendary meant nothing.
“What are you doing?” he shouted uselessly. “Are you completely insane? He’s the most powerful Saiyan in all of history – the Legendary.”
Paragus came to stand beside him. “Watch Vegeta, because massacres like this are rarely seen.”
Vegeta stared in wide-eyed horror. His son… Kakarott… they would die – ripped apart by this monster. Would Brolli use them before killing them, or would they escape that ultimate disgrace?
He could feel the combatants racing across the planet, their ki attacks completely eclipsed by Brolli’s own blasts. How was it they had survived this long? Brolli was playing with them. Their kis were dropping dangerously low – Gohan and his son had to be badly injured.
He felt a cold sinking dread at the arrival of Piccolo. Now he would be responsible for his death as well? All of them would be destroyed – even a Super Saiyan like Kakarott could not stand against the Legendary. Would Brolli be cruel enough to preserve them so they could witness his own final, crushing defeat?
He could see the monster hovering in the sky; green ki glowing like a second sun, roaring in pain and rage as his ki rose even higher. Brolli’s ki attacks seemed random and careless until they targeted the ship they arrived in; now there was no hope of escape – the humans had already left in Piccolo’s ship.
There was a surge in Kakarott’s and the other’s energies. Vegeta frowned. Senzu – the Namek must have brought senzu. That would do them no good – merely postpone the inevitable. The battle continued with new energy as Vegeta watched in horror. Frieza was nothing compared to Brolli.
“The comet is visible now; this planet has only a few more hours of life,” Paragus chuckled cruelly. “Look at it this way Vegeta – at least your well-known fear of dying will be over. You should be grateful.”
It was such an uneven battle – even restored by senzu, the others stood no chance. He imagined he could hear the sounds of their bones breaking, breath being forced from their lungs and blood flowing freely. He was so absorbed in the battle he hardly noticed when Paragus left. It didn’t matter anyway.
He didn’t rise from where he knelt when one of Brolli’s attacks sent Piccolo crashing to the cliff face beneath him. There was nothing he could do – what was the point? They were all going to die anyway – shouldn’t it be sooner rather than later? Dying first could make Piccolo one of the lucky ones.
“Vegeta,” Piccolo growled, climbing to the top. “Why aren’t you helping?”
“It’s no use,” he answered, shaking his head. “This is the end.”
Piccolo knotted his fingers in his hair, yanking his head back. Vegeta could hear him inhaling, taking in his scent and closed his eyes, anticipating the inevitable.
“Damn it, Vegeta - what did you do? I can smell him all over you.”
He kept his eyes closed, not even trying to get free, all fight drained, fear robbing him of his strength.
“You fucked him, didn’t you?” Piccolo growled, his voice even deeper than usual. “What else did you do, Vegeta?”
“He was given to me,” he protested, trying to pull Piccolo’s hand free without success. Everything was going wrong. Piccolo was angry…furious with him, but the way the Namek was holding him was something he frequently did during sex, triggering an almost uncontrollable reaction. So even though they would be dead soon, he was getting hard. Piccolo’s cock was right there in front of him and he struggled to fight down this sudden arousal he felt. Brolli had done this to him – had destroyed his control. He bit back a groan, but as usual Piccolo noticed – his senses rivaled a Saiyan’s. In a way he was relieved - at least he wouldn’t have to debase himself by coming right out and asking for it.
“You want to fuck now?” Piccolo asked in disbelief.
“Yes,” Vegeta ground out, reaching for the Namek’s cock. He stroked it through the fabric, feeling it harden at his touch. Piccolo had never been able to refuse him – he knew the Namek liked him better than either of them were willing to admit, or at least tolerated him better than anyone else did.
“We’re in the middle of a battle,” Piccolo growled, shoving him down, pressing his face into the rocky ground. The other hand was clawing into the waistband of Vegeta’s pants, stretching and pulling them out of the way. “Give me one good reason why I should be doing this for you.”
“Because we’re all going to die,” he said, hating how much he wanted this… needed this. He felt drained of the will and ability to resist the Namek. The air hit exposed flesh, sending chills through him at the feel of it.
The feel of Piccolo’s cock ramming home was a familiar shock; the pain of being instantly filled a welcome distraction.
“Why should it matter?” the Namek demanded, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. “You’ve died before.” He fucked him hard and fast, robbing him of the ability to speak. He concentrated on the feel of Piccolo’s hands on him and the almost constant pressure against his prostate. Piccolo knew how to fuck him – demanding and powerful, overwhelming his senses with painful pleasure. The Namek grabbed his cock, stroking it roughly. Piccolo knew exactly what to do – it was over in minutes.
His whole body shuddered as he came, giving him a moment’s reprieve from his fear. Piccolo grunted his own completion a few moments later.
“Well?” Piccolo said, fingers still hard against his hips, locking him in place. “What’s so different this time?”
He shook his head, barely able to gather enough air to breathe, let alone speak, struggling to overcome Piccolo’s anger. “Not like this,” he finally managed to gasp. “I… Brolli challenged. When I kicked him I answered the challenge,” he finished with a whisper.
Piccolo released him and stared at him coldly; he knew what challenge meant – Vegeta had explained it to him even before challenging Kakarott. “We’re all fighting him, so I guess we all challenged him.”
“I don’t know,” he said miserably. He pulled his pants back up, noting that Piccolo had already done so. He hadn’t been able to hear what had been said or if any rituals had been followed. If they were lucky it was just a battle. “He’ll kill you anyway. But I…I fucked him.”
Suddenly Piccolo’s hand shot out, grabbing Vegeta’s head and knocking him off his feet. Before Vegeta could do anything to prevent it or even object, Piccolo launched himself into the air, not releasing his hold on Vegeta. He couldn’t seem to be able to make himself fight back; now that the momentary distraction was gone his fear returned.
“I’m never enough for you, am I?” Piccolo demanded. “It was bad enough for you to mess with Goku, but at least that I understood. But you ended up just using him and hating him even more for giving you exactly what you wanted. You’re never satisfied with what you’ve got, so like an ass you went after Brolli as well.”
“It was my right!” Vegeta insisted, squirming in his grasp. “Let me go.”
“Gladly; we’re finished. I’m sick of you.” Piccolo opened his hand, releasing Vegeta to fall to the ground.
Vegeta didn’t try to slow his descent, allowing gravity to have its way.
TBC