The Rose Of Compliance (Pre-Arc Special)

"What happened? Did you report Broly? What did Paragus say?"

The child asks in a sparse corner of faraway space, in a planet called Vegeta, no love lost for those keeping pace.

Cress: "Hello, can you tell me: who am I?"

Silver: "Yes, you're Cress."

Cress: "Truly? As you seem mystified."

Silver: "Yes, I'll confess a doubt that seems benign."

Cress: "Au contraire, le magnifique. My legs are weak, and arms are heavy."

Silver: "Oh, really? Such cause for alarm already?"

Cress: "You see, I pressed my claim and in retrospect, my beliefs were incorrect. Paragus had held my legs, but tied them I did, nevertheless. On the fence, now that I am overwhelmed, my life is tied, and I am convinced; I must abet."

Silver: "Why? Isn't it strength that fate relents?"

Cress: "Perhaps yes, but familial interests are best repressed. Cowardice or not in this inundation, Broly and Freeza incense my situation."

Silver: "Pray tell, how did that arise?"

Cress: "Call me crazy-"

Silver: "Okay; now you owe me twice. Get to the point or your demise is a right I'll righteously exercise."

Cress: "As fair as that may be, as long as Broly remains free, my family is at moment's mercy."

Silver: "Can you not beat him? At last, your strength was bursting."

Cress: "That's where the lizard causes such evasion, this threat has stretched my opinion on the reptilian persuasion."

Silver: "But why would he bother harm your brother, father or mother? Is his mind not fulfilled with something or the other?"

Cress: "Lest I speak of this or am spoken to again, the ship my father brought has bought us a troublesome affair. A revolution sure to fail he wished to embark on, but the strength of this freezer is nothing to harp on."

Silver: "Is that so? What is the scope of his strength?"

Cress: "Immeasurable, he said, seeking to err."

Silver: "Can it be helped now that you've run afoul of the foul overlord seeking to run us aground?"

Cress: "I'll frown the day my mound is graced by hounds, to survive. Nay; TO LIVE! My logic is sound. I will meet this challenge now and make him curse the day he gave me ground."

Silver: "SOOO Profound. Tell me what is needed of me now."

Cress: "Stick around, for now listen to the man you hate, there is simply no time to debate. Do not deliberate it, seek to live or of it; you will be liberated."

Silver: "That sucks, I hate it. But since you put it that way, I will make sure to make it."

Cress: "Thanks for that, but I'll need further assistance, the mind of my father's has been tweaked for one instance. One that you surely noticed, do not connive of this derision, for once I reveal to you the truth; you shall applaud my decision."

Silver: "Is that so Prince? Am I tasked not to question? Am I so begotten that I should be unable or afraid to mention? You are not my monarch, but a friend that I feel for, a feeling that not fleeting; but enraged at your ego."

Cress: "I am, fair maiden, a tad abreast of things that weigh heavy on the head they dress. I learnt from my master of another master of many masters, truly so contrived I am from the tragedy of Orestes, as the honeyed words of Euripides now arrest me."

Silver: "Speak before I leave, and with time; please do not test me."

Cress: "An evil mind has surely gone and is set to cultivate, so why surprised when lo behold now woe befalls the state."

Silver: "If you speak true- then no! That must not come to."

Cress: "Worry not my lady, for I now plan to annihilate."

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A distance away, on another corner of this planet that was small, but too large to bind its inhabitants. A Prince was to meet an ally, a boy that he had not known in any capacity before this but was now required to meet by his father.

'By my wit, I will, with strength and skill; surely lay to bed. The King who now defines my ilk; that is, until I kill him dead.'

The prince thought with pain, the lack of power that had fraught him despite the very strength that had sought him.

It was all very unfair, but when it was laid to bare. One would find that impatience and pride where the primary causes of this affair.

Stuck in the rage boiled his toiling character, fluctuated merit dump that feeds an ego through a decapitated stump, so much so that he feels inadequate and then some.

Such that his maturity is incarcerated, his sense of right is dilapidated; only the rage that continues to toil can be emancipated.

If such a game is fated, then can the player ever truly be hated?

The answer may surprise you, as sense does senseless to be fully sated.

Broly walks in, knockabout, a corner out from the round, he just sat down.

A meet?

This very feat led Getes to be involuntarily volunteered to this scary beat.

For it could be said, a hundred Vegetas piled up would be quite dead, if faced right there with qualms ahead.

"Is this the Saiyan character? Have at thee mighty race; your unkneeling disparager!"

Vegeta stood stout, as the young sprout's grown snout sufficiently bowed out. He was cowed now for what father had said, could be generously translated in head, that his addendum would be amended for dread.

As every rich thought in him had floated, his young mind had forgotten or distorted that he had not gloated.

He was surely a monster, but one unable to revel. For even the antichrist must bow to the devil.

"Rotten weed! How hast thou forgotten me? For I am thou ill-gotten liege; bow plebe."

As he stood there non-arisen, the thoughts had spurned on unabated.

They'd lingered, loitered, and lavishly scavenged the henges and hinges of his mind bearing cabin.

'Is father now is testing me? Or is his interest perhaps in the power that rests in me. If that is the case, then that which vests in me shall never regress nor ever say that it hath bested me.'

'…Is that me now? Getting tested and toyed with at every step? Is this love and care? If so… I'd like to remind me not to."

END OF CHAPTER 11