Super Dragon Ball: Paradise Hysteria

The Secret of Broly

Vegeta stepped out from the dome-shaped entryway building, accompanied by Fortuneteller Baba. While the King of Saiyans stared off into the sky, contemplating his next course of action, the old hag stared at him with an amused, toothless smirk. The warriors that were lined up to test their mettle against Fortuneteller Baba's fighters stood in awe of the appearance of the King of Saiyans who intimidated their lot earlier as well as the old witch all of them gathered here to meet.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Baba wondered out of curiosity. Her voice trembled with excitement. There was no reason for the old lady not to be excited, she just netted a brilliant gemstone of a prize in the body of King Vegeta IV.

"Not sure. Fake bastard or not, Broly is a Legendary Super Saiyan, and just knowing that he's not what he pretends to be won't change the fact I can't defeat him the way I am now..." Vegeta's blank expression shifted to frustration. "Contrary to my father, I don't believe that royal blood alone wins fights."

"The others are fighting Broly right now on your wife's space station all the way where Jupiter used to be before Dr. Gero destroyed it. They seem to have wrapped it up in Earth's clothing and presented it like that to Broly. So far, the deception appears to be working..." Fortuneteller Baba said.

"I know, I can sense their energy from all the way here..." Vegeta gnashed his teeth, turning to a blank point in the sky he couldn't even see a shiny dot on. Broly's power was so wild at the moment that one could probably sense it from a whole different quadrant of the universe. Up there, a Ki signature was rising to rival it. Piccolo's Ki was in a league of its own too. "You must be beside yourself. Can't wait for me to join the battle and kick the bucket so that you can wrap your wrinkly fingers around my stiff body!"

"Who's to say?" Fortuneteller Baba shrugged with a malicious smirk. "If you want, I can take you to Kami Upa and ask him to open up a portal to the battle."

"Why are you so sure I even see the point in joining the battle?" Vegeta turned to the old hag with a sour expression. "If neither the Legendary Super Saiyan nor the Namekian can stop Broly, I won't fare that much better."

"Let's just say I have a hunch. It's not like you to sit out battles, even ones you know you have no chance of winning..." Fortuneteller Baba chuckled. "Take care of that body for me, will you? Train it up much more for when you pass away, I'm counting on my investment paying off in spades."

"Just see that you don't drop dead before me," Vegeta sneered at the old hag and took off. The resulting concussive ripple resulted in the tended to grass rustling and tearing out from the soil and sand gathering in mighty, blinding gales that made even the largest and toughest fighters brace themselves lest they be swept aside.

*****

"Our King!" a Saiyan dressed in ordinary clothing pointed at the sky. Gathered in the Capsule Corps' building yard were Saiyans. Ones dressed as builders, blacksmiths, fast food workers, and low-ranking office clerks responsible for copying documents and trivial office work. They may have looked like a pathetic Earthling lot in those get-ups, but their spiky black hair, battle-worn faces, and crystal-clear black eyes relayed they were still the mightiest race of space warriors in the universe somewhere deep down.

"What is the meaning of this?" Vegeta hissed after landing in the center where the gathered Saiyans parted and made way for him to land amongst them. "I don't recall issuing an order for you to get involved!"

"You didn't, our King! But... This Saiyan, Paragus, issued a challenge to all of us. He declared a Saiyan civil war and, as Saiyans, we swear to fight in your name!" a random Saiyan dressed as a mechanic and still wearing thick patches of machine oil smeared all over his face and uniform declared, adopting a strict, militaristic stance.