I Killed The King (80)

Broly landed on the earth, locking eyes with King Grill.

Blood gushed from his fists, dripping onto to the floor like water from a tap.

King Grill watched in horror, completely unaware that all the blood on Broly was his own.

"Who are you?"

"Broly"

'Broly? What the fuck is a Broly?'

Broly stepped forward, barely resisting the desire to completely ragdoll his last opponent.

"You're the king right?" Broly said, his deep voice striking fear into the heart of the Fire King.

"Y-Yes, why are you here?" the King asked carefully watching Broly's movements.

Broly breathed a sigh of relief.

It would have been too embarrassing to wait for the soldiers to wake up and ask who the King was, some assumptions were rally too dangerous to make.

Broly approached the king and put his hands on his hips, his ripped muscles poking out as his hands smeared blood on his sides.

King Grill gripped his sword tightly, gathering his ki into his custom blade, ready to swing at a moments notice.

"I've been looking for you all day!" Broly said tiredly.

"I would like to purchase some of your ki crystals, I've taken a liking to them and I want to take them back to my planet," Broly said politely, any anger he had to King Grill thoroughly vented onto the beaten soldiers that laid stacked on top of each other like matches.

Yami sighed.

He had seen many arrogant Saiyans over the years but none quite so bold to start amicable chatter with the enemy king in a war.

Broly, when he was fighting, was a fierce and dangerous warrior but as soon as his opponent surrendered he would revert back to his kind and naive nature.

Yami was not looking forward to the day when Broly cracked.

'P-Planet?'

"You wouldn't happen to be an off-worlder?" King Grill asked, not at all pleased with this new news.

"Yep," Broly replied simply.

King Grill furrowed his brows and charged the ki in his body, the red crystals appearing to be glowing. King Grill over the last few years was aware that some races had tried to land on his planet but they were immediately extinguished by his soldiers.

Ancient records told the tale of a race that came to their planet and completely wiped out more than 80% of their population. It was only the factions that fled and hid entirely that were able to survive and repopulate as the race found their planet to be inhospitable.

There was a very real possibility that Broly's race had been among those that he slaughtered and he had come back for revenge.

'But he said he wanted ki crystals?'

King Grill was deeply confused, not understanding the thought process behind Broly's actions, why on Mentels would he attack soldiers from both sides if he wanted ki crystals?

Broly looked expectantly at King Grill who was having a nervous breakdown over the huge figure towering over him.

"You want some crystals? That can be arranged," he said slowly, watching Broly's reaction.

"Great! Now onto the next thing..."

'The next thing?'

King Grill panicked, his heart beating suddenly as he feared for his life, his tump card appearing in his mind again.

"Why are there so many starving people in your city?" Broly asked, his face incredibly serious as he spoke.

King Grill looked at Broly with befuddlement.

'Why do you care?'

Broly saw King Grill's nonchalant expression and frowned heavily, his face contorting as anger rose in his chest.

"It was due to our military campaign, we had to defend ourselves in order to ensure our future so we funnelled our resources into our armies," he said honestly, slightly scared that Broly was glaring at him.

"At the expense of your people? Why would you allow your citizens to starve? What would be left to protect when they all died of starvation?" Broly asked wisely.

King Grill frowned, the words he heard before echoed into his ears again.

He gritted his teeth.

Why was he being lectured on how to rule his people in the middle of a war?

"I'm the King! You can't lecture me! I'll do whatever the hell I want!" he shouted out irritatedly.

"You can't be serious," Broly said, his whole face going dark as he spoke.

"AH!"

King Grill panicked as a huge hand clogged his view.

'Ki Disruption!' he thought as a thin wave of ki suddenly burst out of his body.

FWYUM!

'Huh?'

Broly felt his ki vibrate agitatedly in his body, suddenly receiving energy that made it move around uncontrollably, it was very unpleasant to experience and Broly felt his skin crawl as his ki awkwardly scraped against his insides.

King Grill smiled, seeing Broly's confused face.

He grabbed his sword and swung it powerfully at Broly's head, aiming at a high angle.

"Hmph!"

Broly quickly turned Super Saiyan, his ki suddenly calming down and folding into each other rapidly, condensing and becoming more destructive. His hair flashed yellow brightly although this seemed to be an afterthought in the King's mind.

DSH!

Broly's hand snuffed out any dream King Grill had of beating him, snatching his sword mid-air and sending a horrible shudder through it, nulling King Grill's arm.

"Uh?" King Grill yelped out loud.

He looked up to see Broly's scowling face and was deeply terrified.

He pooled his ki together and condensed a small fireball in his hand, supercharging it so that it turned blue and tried to throw it at Broly.

BINK!

Broly's fist collided suddenly with King Grill's head.

Upon impact, Broly's ki jerked, a mini motion causing Broly's hand to strike much harder than he intended to and a beam to fly out of his fists.

'That punch had an awful lot of ki in it' Yami commented, looking forward to the show that was about to happen.

Broly gasped suddenly, immediately coming out of his Super Saiyan state.

'You don't think-'

BOOOOM!

King Grill's armour blew up like a firework, spewing heaps of hot flames in all directions, the blue fire illuminating the whole battlefield as King Grill erupted, his entire body instantly barbequed, not even having any time to scream.

'That armour does like kind of badass now' Yami commented.

Yami watched as the formerly red ki crystals shimmered blue, shining light underneath the coat firey flames that burst out from it.

'I don't care how much fire resistance you have, nobody from this Planet should be able to take that level of heat' Yami said smirking as King Grill smoked.

The storm of fire subsided after raging for a while and revealed King Grill's armour that was still sitting upright.

'HAHAHAHA! That King was turned to ashes! He can't even collapse!' Yami laughed sadistically.

"He's dead," Broly said, looking at the smoke wafting off King Grill's body.

'Lighten up! A tyrannical dictator is not bad for your first kill! You should be proud of yourself! You liberated those people you felt so bad for!' Yami said, trying to get Broly to stop being such a pansy.

'First kill?'

Yami covered his mouth and cursed his carelessness.

"What the shit was that!?"

Broly turned around to see two bewildered generals staring at him in awe.

"H-Hello," Broly said awkwardly.

[Storyteller: Dramatic Finish! The King of the Fire Tribe reaches an untimely end! And one of his generals watched the whole thing happen! How will they react to Broly's very obvious assault on the King? Find out in the next chapter of Dragon Ball Revised!]