The Match Of Malice

The groan of the green, the sands of Vampa consumed her.

The quicksand-like grass and ponds create something so downed in spirit and so pained as life that Silver is left almost contemptuously shielded by it.

The creature above is ripped apart in a million different ways by the berserk form of Broly, a monument to what could only be described as a vicious abomination, shunned by Gods and Demons alike.

At least, these were the thoughts running through the mind of Silver, thoughts that shouldn't have existed, but did.

She should be dead, shouldn't she?

Wasn't this monster her?

Where were these thoughts coming from?

What had wrought the sin that had brought these evil thoughts to Silver?

An image was sparked in her mind, an image beyond alien to her, but still so familiar that her emotions sparked once again.

She saw a beautiful woman, garbed in white fabric so ethereal, it made the clouds blush.

She saw homes of a thousand different sizes strewn across large continents, each home bearing a cross at its head, a cross soon to be replaced.

She saw as each home lifted the cross and replaced it with the Greek "Chi-Rho", her beloved Labarum that she deemed pure.

She... Was she the woman?

It had become clear now that she was… had… or perhaps, had been, but was no longer.

The words "no longer" echoed through her mind as the almighty Labarum burned. The sick of the world healed and burned as promptly as they had healed.

A great church was filled with ashes, these undisturbed and distinct from the snowy blizzard of ash raging just outside, all ash except the garbed woman.

The same garbs, now crimson wet, revelled in the ashes as the maiden in them slipped off her mortal vestments with a silent prayer.

Her soul, that had once entered the nether, now awoke, more horrified than the cries of those she had burnt.

Silver's tears at the heart of the planet Vampa seemed to be unending, only to be stopped should her eyes face a drought.

She did not understand the woman, the killer. How death could be offered so quickly in the name of a saviour?

Could she fix now what she had killed before? Or would she now heal that which she could, and end that which need not exist?

The planet cried to her as Broly ran amok, brutalising the surface with untempered rage, and doling misguided agony unto the creatures that called it home.

Now, at the centre of the planet, Silver floated as her body rapidly healed.

Tendrils of green energy emerged from the planet and filled her with strength, with streams of black energy from her own body coming into the mix, she felt not only stronger, but vastly different.

The woman from these visions faded into her mind as memories ought to do, and Silver slowly floated to the surface, woefully weaker than her powerful opponent.

As she approached the surface, she was aware that her new strength still fell short of her opponents, but this no longer inspired fear.

The sensation of thrill and opportunity had ripped fear out of her, root, and limb.

As the dark-green energy excited every S-Cell in her body, her Saiyan spirit trembled as Silver the Saiyan emerged from the ground.

A new player had emerged, and she had decreed the Broly; raging and almighty, was fucked.

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As Pirro quietly witnessed the frightening explosion off the surface of Namek, he pondered the new arrival he would now have to deal with.

More so than that, his focus was on the ground of Namek, the grass of this amazing land.

A place where so much had happened… and where so much more would.

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Elsewhere on Namek, a trembling and broken body of a young child lay on the shores of an empty beach.

Visions of dark-green and ashes dancing in a faded nightmare as his eyes were slowly opening, with ripples of pain forcing them shut ever so quickly.

His Saiyan armour was broken and battered, mostly by the blunt force he experienced in his landing, but most of his skin was singed by the explosion and left to heal of its own accord.

The shores sat near a simple valley, so irrelevant to anyone of sane mind and body, but entirely conspicuous to any Namekian raised on Namek.

For this was the path to Moori's village, small geological eccentricities that any Namekian could use to easily find their way around the planet.

Currently, the inhabitants of Moori's village were reeling from the massive explosion that had taken place in the sky above, terrified of what would've surely been their death had the mysterious light not intervened.

Many had seen the explosion, and all around the world had heard it, but Moori's inhabitants had been especially close, especially terrified, and especially observant.

Three children had been playing on the outskirts, Cargo, Esca and Dende, the third of whom let fear take hold and ran back to his home.

Cargo and Esca proved to be the more inquisitive of the lot.

"What was that?" Cargo moaned.

"An explosion?" Esca replied.

"No, you buffoon, the rock that shot out of it!"

"I'm not sure, maybe debris of some sort?"

"Really? Okay genius, how is it that a massive explosion like that, which eviscerated just about everything it encountered, decide to drop a single piece of debris after it had already begun to subside?"

"Well- "

"Nope, it was a rhetorical question, just shut up and follow me."

The two quickly took to the air, speeding towards the fallen anomaly they couldn't wait to find.

As they rushed towards the shores, the eyes of Cress slowly opened.

The damage he had taken was immense, and the Ki in his body was abuzz with energy he could neither contain nor contend with.

Disorientated by the sudden influx of light, he closed his eyes, taking the solemn opportunity to meditate.

He may not be able to outright heal himself but given enough time – a great deal of time – he could likely direct the natural healing process of his body to heal completely.

As Cress entered this deep form of meditation, one that could easily be mistaken for deep slumber from the outside, the two children arrived by his side, perplexed beyond measure by this pink humanoid before them.

Cargo was the first to speak.

"What is that thing?"

"I can't really tell; it might be alien."

"It's almost definitely an alien, but it looks like it'll die soon, let's take it to Elder Moori!"

"Fine, but what if he's dangerous!"

"Still better with Elder Moori than with us."

"Alright, let's go."

As the children carefully carried the child through the intricate valleys to their village, they did not realise that they had taken the first steps into a new era for Namek.

And this era that they had so carelessly embarked on, was to be the beginning of an explosive rise and fall for forces yet unknown.

The terror of war and the glory of peace would only promise one thing to these fledgling Namekians.

That the times of old and new would never again be reconciled.

END OF CHAPTER 15