Bringer of Death

Bringer of Death Special: Generations (Part 1 of 2)

Bringer of Death Special: Generations (Part 1 of 2)

Alpha Juno, two full days prior...

Broly, the massive Legendary Super Saiyan, grinned his toothy grin as he tried to hammer Vegeta over the head. The prince just barely sprang away from it, dodging the knockout blow by mere inches. He could tell Broly was merely toying with him now-he had to figure something out. Vegeta knew he was alone, that no one would come to his aid. It was just him, and if he didn't find a way to win, he would die. Every muscle ached with exhaustion and pain. He couldn't even slow down enough to catch his breath, lest he bore Broly and leave himself open to a more dangerous attack.

"Damn it!" he gasped desperately, just as the Legendary Saiyan shot out of a debris cloud right in front of him. Immediately, he felt Broly's massive arm slam him in the face and launch him headlong into the ground below.

As he smashed into the dirt, realizing how much damage that one blow had dealt, Vegeta felt his mind wander. 'Bulma, Trunks,' he thought. 'I'm sorry it's come to this. I wish I could be there for you, I just...' Vegeta paused.

Something interrupted him, piercing his thoughts.

If he had remained focused on Broly, he might have missed it entirely. But with his mind briefly turned to Earth, a ki signature emerged that was completely unmistakable. It was enormous, incredible. It was fluctuating, but it came through loud and clear: a source of power rivaling even that of Broly-actually, surpassing it.

"What!?" he gasped, shaking his head as he pushed himself out of the dirt. "That power, it feels like-"

Suddenly, he felt a much closer power surge. He whirled around just in time to see Broly's enormous fist plow into his gut, doubling him over. The pain shot through him like a knife; his vision swam. He felt the energy of his transformation stutter, then ebb; the golden light in his hair and aura faded. Then he slumped forward as everything went black.

The Legendary Super Saiyan stepped forward and picked up the fallen prince by the collar of his battle armor.

Blackness. Once more, the prince found himself adrift on the winds of his subconscious. Was this the in-between realm, the very doorstep of death, or was it nothing but a dream? He tried to focus.

Yet the more he exerted himself, trying to push through the blanket of fog, the more tightly its darkness enveloped him. He realized with a twinge of panic that he couldn't feel his body...only the terrible, silent emptiness that seemed to stretch out and out, broader than a galaxy.

Was he really alone? No, he reasoned, he couldn't be. His mind had to be playing another trick on him while the real battle with Broly was just millimeters away. He had to get back, to fight, to defend himself. Why couldn't he simply wake up? Surely he had the resolve, the raw willpower to pull himself back into reality. Even if that reality was certain death by the transcendent power of legend, he would face it willingly...so what was wrong?

Then he felt it, the whisper of an energy that was somehow both faint and violent, piercing through the cloying blackness. It sang of passion, of power, of unprecedented rage. Was it Broly? No, Broly's energy was the darkness surrounding him. This light pierced through its heaviness, clearing his mind. It was brilliant despite its distance, a pure beacon of strength. How powerful must it be, to shine true through so great a blackness?

'That's...' gasped the prince, finally realizing the truth, "...that's...Gohan!"

The last he remembered, the boy was barely a Super Saiyan, nowhere near the strength of himself or of Kakarott. Even Trunks had been much stronger. And yet, suddenly, inexplicably, this had happened.