Righteous Indignation (72)

'I'm not going to kill him, you sociopath!' Broly protested loudly.

He had only struck the guard in self-defence, and especially for someone of his strength, killing an opponent who had surrendered was excessive and ignorant.

"Why did you attack me?" Broly said, his deep voice striking fear into the bowing guard.

Yami scoffed but didn't say anything, he knew Broly's personality by now and wasn't going to waste time and energy fighting him.

"I was given the imperial order by King Grill! 'Don't let any visitors in! And if they ask to see me kill them!'" the guard said, raising his head to speak to Broly.

'Ah! So scary!' he said, looking at Broly's scowling face.

'It seems that it is the King who is responsible for all of this trouble!' Broly said, his dislike for this 'King Grill' guy growing more and more.

"Take me to see him!" Broly demanded.

"B-But I can't!" the guard protested, bringing his head down again.

"Why not?" Broly asked, frowning.

"Because King Grill will kill me and my family!" the guard said bitterly.

'Why are you exchanging words with this guy? Kill him and enter the city by force!' Yami said irritatedly, trying to convince Broly.

'I'm not sure what kind of irresponsible barbarians Saiyans were in your time but I'm telling you now and now only, that I will not kill people who do not threaten me! Stop active so primitive and SHUT UP!' Broly said, deeply angered by Yami's complete disregard for life.

Although the guard had attacked him, it was not down with ill-will or malice, simply out of obligation.

Broly, as he was now, was unwilling to kill this kind of person in cold blood.

'He's too young, when he gets older he'll learn the hard way' Yami said, disagreeing completely with Broly.

Broly couldn't help but keep an irritated expression on his face.

"Then tell him, I would have killed you," Broly said, going back to the guard.

"He wouldn't care for my life!" the guard protested.

Broly gritted his teeth in frustration before sighing out, immediately calming down.

Broly reached out, aiming for the collar part of the guard's armour.

"Huh? What are you doing?" The guard asked, being forcefully held up by Broly, dangling three feet off the ground.

"Taking you by force!" Broly said, slamming his palm into the gate at the entrance of the city.

SHWOOOM!

The gates under the force of Broly's strike the gates immediately parted, revealing the inside of the Fire Tribe's city.

From the outside, the Fire City looked like a massive dome with a hole at the top that was pierced by various structures inside. A tall, red crystalline wall circling around the whole city providing protection from the harsh environment on Planet Mentels.

A huge castle was erected at the back of the city, resting at the very edge of the crystalline barrier and seemed extremely huge in comparison to the small houses and shops on the outskirts.

Broly didn't need to be told and started to walk forward with the guard in his hand, making his way down the straight road that connected the entrance to Fire City and Fire King Castle.

Broly's heated expression immediately melted.

He was met with strange bewildered glances by a series of alien people.

Broly was unable to see the alien race the guard belonged to as the guard was wearing heavy crystalline armour that obscured the view of his body.

The members of the Fire Tribe were a blue-skinned humanoid people. They all had white patterns on their faces, the symmetrical markings being too different and too broad to generalise. The women of the Fire Tribe had longer, dark pink hair while then men had shorter dark blue hair.

Anatomically they were all around 5-6 six feet in height, the women being longer and more slender while the men being shorter and more robust. They all had four yellow, slit-like eyes and they had small boxes at the sides of their heads, appearing like exotic headphones.

Broly made his way down the main road, his eyes scanning the alien people, the first time in his life witnessing something like that.

It was more interesting than off-putting.

Broly then realised all the people he saw were pitifully poor, the ribs and bones of the race on full display, showing Broly his anatomy was similar to their own. They were all dressed with rags and had devastated expressions on their faces.

Some of the people Broly passed were too tired, hungry or just careless to look at him, appearing as if they were patiently waiting for death.

Broly's heart ached as he saw first-person, graphic images of poverty and illness.

He couldn't see all of Fire Tribe City but he didn't need to, as literally every single structure in the city contained the same kind of crystal that emitted a low ki signature, allowing him to create a detailed map of the entire place.

Broly was able to deduce that the buildings by the side of the main road were actually not houses, they were shops of various kinds, blacksmiths and hospitals. There were smaller huts and houses on the edges of the city, meaning that all the poor people would have to stagger and carry their broken bodies to the main road just to beg.

Broly was filled with righteous indignation, seeing the awful state and conditions of the people, brought great anger to his soul. His face crumpled as the reality of the situation was becoming clearer and clearer.

This place was war-torn.

Broly, who was born on Planet Sythis where the air was sweet and the people were kind, was unable to tolerate such blatant disrespect for the people on this planet. He had understood concepts like Tyranny and Corruption but they had remained conceptual, witnessing it first hand was extremely moving for him.

'Broly is also an emotive type? Strange for someone who speaks so little,' Yami thought to himself as he read Broly's thoughts.

Yami was filled with complete indifference, neutral to the people who were suffering.

Broly eventually reached the foot of Fire King Castle, he was able to sense the presence of larger mansions he could only assume belonged to nobles but immediately approached the biggest one. He once again halted at a set of double doors.

BAM!

Broly's palm collided mercilessly, shattering the whole door, like glass. Tiny shards of ki crystals rained down on Broly who walked through the debris completely unfazed.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" A scream resounded from inside.

Hurried footsteps could be heard travelling in different directions.

Broly threw the guard onto the floor and waited, crossing his arms.

"Get the king of the city for me," he said quickly, his voice completely firm.

"But I already told you! The king will kill me if he finds out!" the guard begged.

"Which death do you think will be more painful?"

The guard's eyes, all four of them, peered out of his ki helmet, browsing Broly's intimidating figure.

With a panicked yelp, he stumbled away, running deeper into the castle.

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