To Become Legend

[Gray Callahan]

And there it was. The glowing spectacle, among the wastes - Saru City, prize of the saiyan race and home to the majority of all saiyans in the universe.

Boliko hovers in the air, just approaching the outskirts of the outer slums, where the majority of the lower class saiyans lived. His heart is pumping excitedly, his wounds that he obtained traversing the wastes long forgotten. The wounds would have physically scarred any normal saiya-jin, but not Boliko - none of the Koregutsu family, in fact. They healed rapidly... something in the genes, supposedly.

(we're fast healers son - we need to be)

Boliko chuckles to himself, before he begins his descent. The city was absolutely massive (double the size of Tokyo, in what shall be known henceforth as Earth-0000 (our universe)), and to the legendary saiyan a stinking pit of corruption and weakness. This was the city where his parents were killed needlessly in front of his bawling.

They had managed to get him to a space-pod and set it for launch before they were slaughtered. He isn't sure how he remembers, but the memory is vivid - his mother took a finger beam through the chest, her ribs exploding outwards, dead before she even had time to scream.

His father, however, was not so lucky. A blast took his legs out from under him, leaving nothing but charred stumps. He cries out in pain as he hits the floor with a thud. Several of the soldiers enter the room, and most of them are smiling - a few, even laughing. His father rolls onto his stomach and tries to push himself up; a boot presses down, hardly. His father cries out; Boliko can even remember the sound of bones breaking, perhaps his ribs or spine. His face balls up, an echo of his son's; pure misery. Boliko sniffles; for now the guards have forgotten about him, and this is why he will survive to adulthood, to exact his revenge. The saiyans laugh further at daddy's pain, but daddy gains control of his mind once again, and he meets Boliko's eyes; "They are afraid of you, my son. Grow strong, and liberate us from these tyrants."

And then the pod had lifted off. The guards, realising that they had forgotten their main objective, fired powerful energy waves at the pod - although not destroying it, it damaged the programming, sending Boliko away into unknown territories - eventually reaching the jungle planet. The guard's captain was killed for the failure - but Boliko Koregutsu, the child prodigy, was soon forgotten with the king's deadly illness.

And now he was back. And very, very vengeful.

He flies low over the slums, and hears several shouts and screams from below. It appeared to be a drunken weekend not on the town; no doubt all manner of wrong-doing would occur within the general populace. Unbeknownst to Boliko, however, some of the saiyans who were rich enough to afford scouters believing the devices to be broken; the tech was registering a power level of above fifteen-thousand - such hadn't been seen on the world for hundreds of years, due to the complacencies of Vegetian life in the modern day.

And anyway, Boliko wasn't your average Saiyan in any case, although he has had no reason to suspect otherwise so far in his life; this would soon change, however. As his massive frame blasts out across the dark skies, he feels he is entering one of the larger sections of the city, with towering skyscrapers erupting to-and-fro. His aura roars close to one, and all of the glass windows shatter inwards from the force of his chi, an angry thing - seventeen years of anger, in actual fact.

The streets below are bustling, and gloomy artificial lights illuminate them a dull orange. Women prowl on the street corners, and Boliko notices that the atmosphere of the place was no different to the previous slums; just richer. This was the land of the elites, and to the legendary saiyan all of them are bastards - and bastard sons, should his parents' killers be parents themselves.

They will suffer.

---

The royal palace has a haunted, lonely feel to it; despite the guards stationed at various points, and the fact it was very much inhabited, it had a shadowy feel, possibly cast from the flickering electric lights. Boliko observes the building at a distance; it is a massive structure, certainly fit for royalty. However, it was also an embodiment of the Saiyan mind-frame; starting to crumble, a decrepit remnant of the past, despite its strong marble build.

Guards were placed at outposts around the building's brick wall, each of a high-class of power (compared with the general populace at the time, at least); around two to three thousand. Boliko hesitated for a moment; was he sure of what he was doing? Yes. He would make himself known to the world. He would overthrow whoever held the power, be it the old king, a newer one or even a 'council'. What happened afterwards, remains to be decided.

The legendary saiyan raises a hand; two fingers pointed upwards to the sky. In other usage it may have been perceived as a swear or sign of disrespect; but no-one was around to see. The tips of his fingers begin to glow white, and part of the charred earth underneath one of the walls surrounding the palace begins to glow the same white. A couple of guards run along the top of the great brick wall and peer downwards to see - and then having their heads torn clean off, before the rest of their body disintegrates too.

This was a prime use of the Bakuhatsuha explosion technique - the energy was powerful enough to blow a huge hole in the wall, opening up access to the facility. Worried shouts arise from the guard facility and several powerful spotlights burst into life on Boliko's figure; scouters had registered his actions as the source of the explosion, and his location. Boliko winced at the light, blinded against the figures.

"Stop right there! What the hell do you think you are doing, insurgent?!"

No response from the lone figure floating in the sky - but wait! A smile, slowly stretching out across his face - first minuscule, but soon wide, almost from ear to ear, revealing yellow teeth in a hideous gesture of happiness. Oh yes, he was most certainly ready for this day.

"Fine then... troops, attack!" the voice demanded, and the soldiers roared and came out into the spotlight. Most were dressed in strong, basic battle armour - and a couple were wearing more advanced versions. All in all there were twelve of them of them; they could have an advantage against Boliko, if they were fairly capable at teamwork.

They weren't.

The first couple of lower-level guards rushed in at Boliko, and the two swung their fists with great speed and accuracy - however, Boliko weaved in and out of each one. His upbringing on the jungle world had lead to a great flexibility and instinct. His body darts in-and-out of the blows, and no fist would hit his body. He then punches outwards with both arms, strongly and swiftly. It hits both saiyans in the gut; blood and saliva sprays from their parted lips, across Boliko's armour. He withdraws his fists and then jumps upwards in the air, both smashing downwards on the saiyans - they hit the dirt with a thud! and lay still.

Three more pile in on the being of legend; they tackle him, and begin to push him backwards. He grunts slightly, but the smile never leaves his face; his muscles tense as his aura begins to charge and the three beings are blown backwards. Three crackling blasts follow in their wake, and an explosion of yellow smoke signs the end of days for them.

Seven left. This time they go full force; six of them rush in, with only the guard captain staying out of the conflict. They spin in and out of conflict with Boliko, now capable of landing blows. Boliko takes one to the stomach but maintains composure, a slight gasp of air escaping his lungs before he twirls his right foot outwards, catching one of the guards in the nose and dropping him, before doing an aerial back-flip and shooting out a dual-charged, silver ki blast. Five left are left concious; the rest are either dying or dust.

The four oppositional combatants back away from the legendary saiyan, forming around him in an X formation about ten metres each way, with Boliko in the centre. Each began charging ki blasts in each hand, before bringing their palms together and releasing a beam. Boliko looks to either side, his smile finally falling from his face as the four beams rush forwards and into the middle.

They appeared to collide with Boliko, and the saiyan disappeared in a cloud of white and grey smoke following on from the combined energy explosion. The saiyans began to relax; no way could anyone have survived from that combined assault - and that, ultimately, would be their downfall; as the smoke begins to clear, a darkened silhouette can be seen, if you paid close enough attention.

Two twin beams of white chi energy stream out from either side of the smoke-cloud, striking a couple of the guards dead before they had time to blink. They collapse to the ground with two smoking holes in their chests, as the smoke cloud disappears completely, revealing a smouldering, scratched Boliko Koregutsu - but smiling, no, nearly laughing, his chest shuddering back and forwards with an insane joy.

He then charges out from the centre of the field and clotheslines one of the guards; his neck makes a satisfying cruck and tendons warmly pap before the guard's stare becomes glassy moments later. This leaves one final guard, plus the captain.

The guard begins to retreat towards the wide-eyed captain, tears beginning to stream from his eyes as his warrior pride is finally forgotten in the face of death, the face of death being a jungle-warrior long since banished. Boliko swiftly catches up and, almost leisurely, grabs the back of his head with his right hand before he can escape any further, before swinging down with a chop from the left. A swift, merciless decapitation ensues, as a splash of blood hits Boliko's face before the body falls away from spraying distance.

He is now eye to eye with the guard captain. He can see only fear, no anger or pride. His face and chest soaked with blood, he smiles as his muscles relax slightly, as he moves to a 'standing' position in the air.

"You. Your name?"

"A-Articho..."

"Heh. Good name, a properly saiyan one. Point me to the leader of this world and I may let you live; hell, I may not even maim you."

"There i-is no one 'leader'... the earl's are inside, convening a moot... y-you may as well kill me, monster; if you fail to do what you intend to do, they will end me anyway."

And so Boliko did, but swiftly - his bloodlust was already satisfied. He places his hands around the captain's neck, and constricts. He then moves forwards, his eyes glistening.

---

The set of ornate wooden doors is blown off of their hinges and grey wisps of smoke rise from the carvings. Boliko strides into the room as the nobility rise from their seats, eyes wide with fear. The legendary saiyan spares no time for idle chat; he slaps both of his hands together.

A pillar of white fire blasts out from the roof of the palace, illuminating the dark city. Saiyans look up; some women scream and windows smash from the shockwave, and the shards reflect the light. Dust lifts from the ground as the ground quakes slightly, before the light fades...

---

Morning comes, and a voice can be heard amplified throughout the city, one familiar to the you, reader.

"Attention saiyan citizens - this is your new king, Boliko Koregutsu. I have overthrown the nobility and have begun paving the road to a interstellar empire more legendary than the one carved by Lord Bardock himself. Any rebels will be quashed by my hand alone. Don't doubt my power. I am now recruiting, however - please form an orderly queue. Thanks for your time."

And, truthfully, this was only the first step.

[Gray Callahan]

PL please.

[Deleted]

Arrive. Kill people. Assert authorita. Nice thread xD. +1200 PL

Should i be adding this to your base pl yet despite the tournament?

[Gray Callahan]

I'll add it, but yeah; as I haven't technically joined yet.