Thoughts
"Speech"
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Chapter 1: Prologue
So this is it?
How truly worthless and unbefitting of a Saiyan is an end such as this? Left to wander the endless vacuum of space until oxygen finally departs my withering lungs? Denied a warrior's rightful death on the battlefield, slain by the cowardice of my own weakling father? Pitiful. Absolutely pitiful.
Hacking up another pint of blood the Legendary Super Saiyan relented to despair. His massive, stocky arms, lay widespread in symbolic defeat as his body traversed the bleakness of space. There was nothing for miles as far as his obfuscated vision could see. All specks of life had been extinguished around him. Just as he had been in life, he would be in death- alone.
The complete irony of the situation was almost amusing, almost. His father had raised him to be a proper Saiyan. The ultimate warrior, the apex of the most magnificent species to ever grace this worthless galaxy. Trained since the day his legs could stand upright, violence and mayhem had been drummed into his mind. Weaklings were meant to be slaughtered, the meek deserved to die under the might of his heel, the humble were to have their hearts ripped out. Strength was the pinnacle of his existence.
In his adolescent years, his father had been proud of him, any Saiyan worth their tail would've been. Born with a power level of ten thousand, equal only to King Vegeta's own, he was the mightiest progeny his race had ever produced. But that pineapple haired fool had been afraid of his potential. His father had recounted the story on numerous occasions. His bedtime stories had been the tale retold over and over again. His nursery rhymes the curses of the King's name. If only their prideful liege had been wise maybe their race would still be burgeoning.
But then again their fate had been just.
The weak deserved only death, and Frieza had rained it in droves upon those Saiyans that perished that day. Even as a newborn child he had been able to protect himself, what more of the millions of adult Saiyans who prided themselves on their battle skills? He should have let his craven father perish that day as well. His near lifeless state could've been easily prevented if he had simply chosen to. If he somehow managed to survive this- it was a mistake he would rectify. Just like their former, foolish king, his father had grown fearful of his power. Frankenstein's monster was becoming too great of a threat for his mere recreant father to handle.
It was Paragus who raised him on this path.
It was Paragus who instructed him.
It was Paragus who used him.
It was Paragus who killed him.
His nebbish father didn't even have the courage to do it like a Saiyan either. He had chosen a cowards route, attacking him at a Saiyan's most sensitive location- their food. Nourishment was essential to a Saiyan, it was the fuel to their engines. Constantly moving planet to planet, Broly was used to eating whatever was present at the moment. Palatability was a delicacy. As long as it was digestible it would be wolfed down without mercy.
His father had offered him a meal as usual, but once his teeth had sunk into the meat he'd noticed something odd. It was acerbic, acidic. Tart tastes were not unusual to the Saiyan, he had devoured far less appetizing meals in his lifetime. But this dish had instantly churned his insides. As he turned to question his father about it the look on his face said it all. He had been poisoned!
In a fit of rage, he overturned their dining table and attempted to kill Paragus, but his body had given out. Before he could even form a Ki blast his knees buckled, promptly crashing to the ground unconscious. Slumped over in an unmoving heap, the last thing he remembered was his father's piercing eyes hovering above him. It had been hours, days, weeks? Who knows how long when he'd woken up next.
As his eyes fluttered open he'd found himself in a location so remote even he did not know where it was. But as always Broly had not gone down without a fight. Challenging his father to the bitter end, he summoned the remaining ounces of energy he had in one last valiant assault. Even in a weakened state Paragus faced indomitable will. But eventually, the poisonous effects of the food were too great, forcing the Saiyan to succumb as his father dealt the killing blow. Left with a gaping hole in his chest the Saiyan was tossed into the recesses of space where he currently floated.
The apex of Saiyan might, the greatest terror to ever roam the galaxies, dead at the meager age of twenty-one. Fate had a cruel sense of humor. He had often reveled in the pleas and cries of his victims, toying with them before annihilating them completely. But here in this cold shroud of space, devoid of any life, he would die without so much as a peep. What an ignominious end to his life.
He would not have it so.
Prying his cold lips open one final time, Broly cackled with laughter. At the very least he would not go quietly. With booming maniacal laughter, the Saiyan's eyes close shut, his fate sealed. Or so he thought.
Legends Never Die
Earth-2000
Her towering figure stood shrouded by shadows that enclaved her on all ends. Her green lips stretched into a rare smile, as she observed her handiwork through the crystal ball nestled between her gloved fingers. A fine specimen indeed. From another dimension she had been observing him closely, watching intently as the events had unfolded. He was out of her jurisdiction but that was nothing she could not remedy. She had bent the rules before.
Welcome to Hel Son of Paragus
Authors Note:This idea has been simmering in my mind for days- I just had to write it. When I have an idea I have to jot it down otherwise it'll never leave me alone. My familiarity with Marvel is limited. I've read a few comics, watched a few movies and cartoons, but my knowledge is nowhere near what it is with DC. As such I'll most likely need some help...feel free to pm me if you want to. Depending on how this initially does I might write more. The chapters will be longer going forward.