Planet Mentels! (64)

'He's actually doing it' Yami said, looking at Broly, shocked once again.

Broly was sat down at a desk in his bedroom, a large hologram of his own body slowly rotating, while lines of text materialised into the air, on his table.

Broly was studying.

Ever since he turned Super Saiyan Broly decided to investigate Saiyan anatomy, looking at his own body in detail, he had already scanned his body with his smart device and was now studying the analytics generated by the supercomputer on his ship.

Broly gripped his dark, black hair as he squinted over the results, making notes into a workbook.

Yami stared mesmerised by what was happening behind Broly.

His tail.

Broly's tail was about a metre in length, the longest tail Yami had ever seen, and it was four centimetres wide, which was very girthy for a Saiyan.

Somehow and for some reason, Broly's tail was wrapped around a 50-kilogram dumbbell moving it up and down as his mind raced to try to make sense of the results he had gotten.

Yami watched the tail go up and down rhythmically.

Broly had been at his desk for 3 hours now.

'If I compare myself to this monster, I'll get depressed way too quickly' Yami thought, staring in awe.

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'SHIT!' a small orange skin alien thought as he slapped the ship's control panel, accidentally breaking a speaker.

'How was I supposed to know a Supernova was about to blow? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! And these brutes are probably going to beat me senseless! Why did Freiza have to come to our planet that day? Why?' the alien was on the verge of a nervous breakdown as it stared despairingly at the empty fuel tank and the broken communication system.

The alien had used all of its piloting skills and was barely able to get the ship to land on Planet Mentels, all the other pilots for the Freiza Force in the same boat.

Some who were closer to the blast were wiped out completely.

"What's going on!" a taller purple-skinned alien shouted.

"Mr Cui! S-Sir," the alien managed to muster.

"What did you do," the purple-skinned alien named Cui said slowly, steam slowly spewing from the holes that protruded at the sides of Cui's head.

"I-um, w-well the Supernova, sir, forced us to crash land on this planet, we have to ask the relatives there for resources to fix our ship, sir," the alien said, summing up the situation.

Cui took several steps towards the alien.

"You want me, Cui the Great, to stoop so low that I would have to ask foreigners for scraps?" Cui said, contempt thick in his voice.

"N-No-"

BINK!

Cui threw out his hand and slapped the alien powerfully, knocking him into the opposite wall.

"Tend to your wounds and fix your mistake!" Cui commanded, leaving the pilot's crib and walking into the waiting chamber of the spaceship.

'That still went better than expected' the alien thought, picking himself up.

'Tch! Cocky bastard! Just because you have a little bit of strength you act so high and mighty! The attack only a hurt a little bit and yet you even taunt me! Freiza Force bastards!' the alien cursed in his head as he stumbled out of the pilot's room, limping his way through the waiting room.

Although his strength was measly, his race had durable bodies, this coupled with the fact that he was a trained Pilot made him jump at the opportunity to escape being a Freiza Force soldier, not wanting to die on the front lines.

Strong angry glares pierced him from both sides as he walked passed Freiza's soldiers, all seated at several tables inside the ship.

"Can I at least have a blaster gun to protect myself?" the alien asked, confidence growing from his irritation.

Cui who had retreated back to his gang of thugs stared at the alien.

Deep laughter rang out amongst all the soldiers on the ship.

"You can't be serious!"

"That's the funniest shit I've heard all day!"

"Get the fuck outta my sight before I blast your ass idiot!"

Frieza's soldiers all laughed and jeered at the alien who was storming out of the ship, completely livid.

"He's lucky we need him as a pilot, otherwise I would have shot his dumbass!" Cui said, causing all of his friends and comrades to start laughing harder.

The pilot angrily touched the ground when he noticed something.

'The gravity here is so light!' the pilot thought, jumping up and down in slow motion.

The lack of resistance was almost therapeutic as he found himself unable to be angry in the lightened pressure.

Usually, he could only jump about one-metre but now he could jump three metres.

The pilot in all 25 years he had worked for the Freiza Force had never encountered such a low gravity planet before.

He faced east and saw a huge castle that pierced the sky, it was a massive structure that was made of pure red crystal, almost impossible to miss if you looked that way.

The pilot squinted and saw smaller houses made of the same type of crystal each coloured red.

"There is justice in this world after all," the Pilot said, jumping high into the air and then coming back down, slowly but surely making his way to the nearby village.

After about 10 minutes of jumping, the pilot reached the village entrance, his mood greatly lifted after moving leisurely.

It was truly a fun activity.

The village was guarded by two frail blue-skinned humanoids, each wearing red crystalline armour.

The Pilot was caught off-guard by the serious expression of the guards and hurriedly tumbled out a greeting.

"H-Hello!" he said, trying to regain his balance.

"I am part of the Freiza Force! Our ship is in need of supplies and we would like to talk to your leader!" the Pilot said kindly.

The two guards looked at each other and then at the Pilot.

They both stretched out their palms, crystalline armour shimmering red as they raised their hands.

"You said you want to speak to our leader right?" one of them spoke, looking down on the alien.

"Y-Yes! Take me to your-"

A long hot wave of fire burst out from the palms of the guards, rushing towards the Pilot like a vortex.

The pilot didn't even have time to scream, as a wave of intense heat washed over him, charring his corpse in seconds.

The guards didn't stop, however, bringing their second arms onto their first and blasting the Pilot more, the waves of fire turning blue.

The guards stopped 25 seconds later when the Pilot was already thoroughly reduced to ashes.

The crystalline armour of one of the guards shimmered green and a strong gust of wind flew out as he waved his palm.

"That's the fifth one today!" one guard said.

"They don't seem to be with the Ice Tribe but it's best not to take any chances, it's your head on a pike if you mess up," the other responded.

"I hope we can get this over with, I want to go home!" the first one said.

"Yeah, me too," the other admitted.

The two guards stood with serious expressions as they waited for the next visitor, the Oracle had told them that six people would approach them today and as today was the day when the Fire Tribe was going to make their march to Final Thunder Valley they couldn't afford to relax.

"The last one can't be that strong right?"

"Judging from how weak the others are, I'd say there's no need to worry"

Broly's spaceship landed on Planet Mentels.

[Storyteller: The situation on Planet Elements-, I mean Planet Mentels heats up! What could happen when Broly is thrown into the mix? Find out in the next chapter of Dragon Ball Revised!]