Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Worthy of Legends ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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PROLOGUE

CHILD # 437
Name: Broly
Weight (at birth): 2.60 Kilograms
Recorded birth power level, in Thousand Ki Units: 10 (unable to rank due to abnormally high power)

CHILD # 438
Name: Kakarot
Weight (at birth): 2.02 Kilograms
Recorded birth power level, in Single Ki Units: 2 (ranked third class low-level at birth)

“Kakarot is the second child of Bardock and Celipa, both third-class middle-ranked soldiers, born with a low-class power level of two recorded on the official meter. His vitals were normal and his weight was predictable, notable characteristics included a very powerful set of lungs; he can yell very loudly and tends to upset newborns placed in stasis chambers near him. Broly is the first child of Paragus and Spargela, one a second-class lower elite soldier (no info on the mother), born with a rather high power level. In fact, it blew up our meter designed to scan power levels below a hundred when the machine attempted to rank it. We had to bring in a professional scanning device capable of upper hundred thousands to properly read his power level, which was an absolutely startling ten-thousand. His vitals were normal and his weight was predictable, despite his staggering power. I don’t know how the officials will respond when they find out a child was born with the power of a royalty-class super elite. Our king has a power level only two hundred thousand more than this boy, and as such he may not allow this one to live. On a lighter note, we saw Kakarot’s crying beginning to grate on the nerves of Broly, so we separated the two, much to the delight of the latter; Broly sleeps better now and cries less.”

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“Your highness! Your highness!” an elite Saiyan cried, dashing down the hallways of Vegeta’s palace. When he got in the presence of his king, he bowed respectfully and waited to be called upon.
“What is it?” the Saiyan king boomed, his deep baritone voice echoing through the massive chamber.
“Sire!” answered the man. “A child was born this morning with a power level of ten-thousand!” To this release of information King Vegeta squinted in confusion. He’d been king for at least fifty years and had never seen such an occurrence. He knew that in order to attain a power level of that level, one would have to train for years and years and even then, it may not be achievable. So to the thought that a kid could have that power at birth was unimaginable.
“You lie!” he stated. “Such a thing cannot be possible!” The elite shook his head.
“It is not a lie sir…” he argued, but was cut off by a blast from his king that immediately erased him before he could even scream in pain.
“Don’t tell me what I say is wrong!” he regarded his gathering of bodyguards. They respected his words and bowed momentarily. The sounds of footsteps caused all present to be in offensive mode, turning to the door. One servant of Vegeta stormed out in front of the approaching figure to argue, but an invisible release of ki threw him backwards behind Vegeta, where he smashed through a solid wall made from stone. The figure regarded all those in front of him with a sense that they were inferior, and held his head high as his tail swished left and right with his walking. The king himself bowed his head if nothing else. Vegeta swallowed; the only time this man’s presence was required was when something had happened.
“Lord Cooler!” Vegeta announced. “What brings you to your brother’s territory?”
Cooler smiled–which either meant he had something terrible up his sleeve, or he intended to kill someone. “A funny thing happened on my way to see you,” he explained. “I’d come here just to seek out some of your young ones to take with me and train to become great warriors, when I overheard the strangest, dumbest, most inexplicably retarded idea ever–that a Saiyan child had been born today with a power level of exactly ten-thousand.” Vegeta tugged at the collar of his royal armor–the statement by his servant hadn’t been a lie? He knew if it was, and Cooler found out, the king of the Saiyans would be a dead man.
“So, what do you intend to do, Lord Cooler?”
“What would you do, Vegeta?” he countered. “I’m going to see if that rumor is true!” Wanting not to be in suspense over whether or not it was true, King Vegeta stepped down from his throne to follow Cooler to the birthing chambers. The long hallways, adorned with paintings of the various kings of the Saiyan people, passed by quickly despite both mighty warriors pondering the same serious questions. Who was this child, they thought. What were the consequences of him actually having a power level that high at birth, they thought. The only difference was, Vegeta had a deal of concern that the child would become something out of control one day, and Cooler had visions of his most powerful subordinate ever, not once considering any other possibility for the young one. They both made it to the section that contained a never-ending wall of stasis chambers with infants inside.
Cooler asked the quivering servant at the main desk which one had the “special child” in it, and he was pointed in the proper direction. Then, as they stood behind the glass shield keeping them out of reach of the child, the eldest son of King Cold scanned the power level of the newborn with his scanner–he could sense power levels mentally, so it was merely a decoration and a communication tool–and found it to be true to form. Fluctuating only slightly up and down by one unit, the child indeed, possessed a power level of ten-thousand.
“I shall take him with me,” Cooler commanded, his voice carrying its tone typical of gathering all attention. “I’m sure he’s got a great deal of potential.” The son of King Cold, the eldest heir to the vast empire, whom could command an entire planet–no, an entire solar system, with his mere voice, had no idea of the exact degree of what he was talking about.Converting /tmp/phpJRbzYp to /dev/stdout