Age
737, Earth
The young infant Saiyan
slowly opened her eyes. The round white metal space pod she was in appeared to
have stopped moving. She stretched her little muscles and moved her brown furry
tail slightly. Regarding how long she had been asleep, she did not know. Just
then, the screen in front of her lit up, showing a holographic image of a white
full moon. The infant stared, mesmerized by it.
A computerized voice
commanded: “Wake up, Broccolia. Destroy
all life forms.”
Then, all at once, her
body began to stretch and change. Her small white baby teeth elongated into
sharp fangs. Her body began to grow painfully, until she was forced to break
out of the space pod with a mighty thrust. What remained of the pod lay in
pieces on the green grass.
Through her haze of
discomfort, she wondered what exactly that green stuff was.
But soon, those thoughts
of curiosity faded, and were replaced with a primal rage, that flooded through
her veins. Brown fur grew and spread all over her body. Her face grew furry,
her nose turned into a large snout and her former black beady eyes glowed red.
Soon, she was taller than all the trees around her. Her thick brown tail
swished back and forth in anticipation, like she was getting ready for war.
The sun overheard was
somewhat blinding, but it made a good substitute for a white orb.
The Saiyan infant was no
longer there…
Broccolia was now a Great
Ape.
She opened her gaping
mouth and let out a fierce roar. The force ripped the trees from their roots,
sending them flying into the air. With a stomp of her feet, crack spread
rapidly across the ground. Discovering what else she could do, she formed a
blast from her mouth like a fire-breathing dragon and launched it into the air.
The beam of energy soared in a wide arch and made impact with a small village
below. Broccolia’s large Ape ears could pick up the explosions and the screams
of Earthlings running for their lives. Feeling confident, Broccolia beat her
furry brown chest and stomped forward.
After the village huts
were demolished and unlucky civilians got crushed underneath her feet,
Broccolia made her way to the outskirts of a city. One white round building was
in the way, so she punched through the roof, sending shards of glass to the
ground below. Suddenly, she heard the pops and blasts of gunfire not too far away.
She turned around and saw a group of soldiers standing in formation below her,
firing their rifles.
“Keep at it!” yelled a
voice from below, coming from the commander. “Stay in position!”
A nearby green tank fired
at Broccolia’s leg, making her stumble back a bit. There was even a tiger
soldier piloting a military helicopter.
“Weapons engaged,” spoke
a goat soldier in a black walkie-talkie. “Target locked.”
“Fire at will,” came the
voice from the other end.
The guns shot blasts from
the side of the flying vehicle and smoke got in her face.
Annoyed, Broccolia swiped
her furry hand at the helicopter.
“Watch out!” called the
tiger man pilot, but the contact had been made.
“Mayday! We’re going
down!” shouted the goat soldier. The helicopter flew into a building and
exploded. Debris rained down onto the ground, pushing back the soldiers on the
ground.
Broccolia blinked several
times and stared at them. The men looked like puny toys waiting to be crushed.
“Retreat!” yelled the
commander, as the soldiers fired their guns one last time and ran for their
lives. Broccolia unleashed another blue blast from her mouth, this one sending
the soldiers flying and creating a long line of broken asphalt for several
blocks.
Down below, the civilian
watched in horror at the oncoming Great Ape before them.
“King Kong is that you?”
asked a little boy holding his mother’s hand.
“I think it’s Godzilla,”
mentioned another man.
“Whatever it is, it
doesn’t look friendly!”
Broccolia grinned and
then roared.
“Everybody run!”
The Earthlings scattered
in different directions as Broccolia launched more energy blasts in every
direction from her mouth. The sky, which used to be blue and white with clouds,
was soon turning gray and hazy from the smoke that rose from ruined structures.
A figure of an individual
hummed a happy tune as he watered the plants in an outdoor planter. Butterflies
of many colors fluttered by, some landing on the flowers, others flying off. A
nearby basin of water suddenly glowed and hummed with a red aura. The figure
walked over and peered down. Wide eyes against black space stared as
Broccolia’s snarling face appeared in a basin of glowing water. “What is this?”
he asked in apparent shock.
The eyes belonged to a
being with a black face, pointed ears and a mouth with no teeth. He wore a
white turban on his head with a blue gem in the center. He was short and plump,
wearing white pants, orange shoes, orange slash over his waist and marron
sleeveless jacket. Small gold hoop earrings hung from his ears. The individual
was Mr. Popo, caretaker and gardener of the sacred Lookout.
In a frantic jog, Mr.
Popo rushed up a flight of marble stairs and reached a set of blue doors
trimmed with gold borders. Catching his breath, he knocked on the door with his
right fist.
From inside, an elder
Namekian, Kami, was sitting in a meditative stance on a Persian rug.
“Kami-sama,” Mr. Popo
called as he knocked again.
With a deep sigh, Kami
opened his eyes, recognizing his servant’s voice. “What is it?” he asked.
“It’s an emergency,” Mr.
Popo urged.
“Come in.”
Mr. Popo took off his
shoes, entered the chamber, and lowered his head respectfully once he reached
the Namekian. Kami stood up, and picked up his brown pointed walking stick in
his left hand, using it for support. His face was dark green, his ears pointed.
He wore a white robe with a blue collar around his neck. A red Japanese kanji
symbol adorned the front of his robe, the symbol meaning “God.” Kami’s dark
blue shoes were in a shoe holder outside the door.
“The Mystic Basin in the
garden showed a ferocious creature that looked like an Ape. It’s on a rampage
as we speak.”
The Mystic Basin was
filled with a special kind of sacred water, which could warn the Lookout
residents of any catastrophic events on Earth. Until now, it hadn’t been
activated for many years.
Kami closed his eyes and
sensed the strong level of power coming from the Great Ape.
“Its thoughts are only
filled with primal rage,” Kami noted, opening his eyes.
“How are we going to
defeat that monster?” asked Mr. Popo. “The Earth’s military cannot do it, and
even the warrior humans won’t stand a chance.”
“I bet the Supreme Kais
have other matters to attend to,” Kami replied. “They rarely show up to Earth.
From what I can see, this large monster is not of Earth.”
“Kami-sama, couldn’t you
go down and defeat it?”
“I am responsible for the
safety of the Lookout. Like you, I am bond to it. However, you still have your
flying carpet. Even if we could freely leave for a long time, we’d only be
putting ourselves at risk.”
Kami pondered in thought.
“There may be another way.”
“What is it?”
“There is a small clan of
Namekians formerly of the previous Namekain clans from my home world. They left
Namek when rumors of a climate change spread. They live secluded by cliffs and grassy
plains to the west. They are generally peaceful, but they still know how to use
their powers and fight.”
Kami stood up and walked
over to his desk nearby. Taking out parchment and a feather pen, he wrote a
message in the symbolic language of the Namekians. When he was done, he handed
it to Mr. Popo.
“Take this to them. They
will understand what to do next.”
Mr. Popo took the note
and bowed slightly in thanks.
“Good luck,” said Kami.
“Head back here once the message has been received.
Mr. Popo nodded and
opened the double doors. He snapped his black fingers and a red carpet hovered
in front of him. He hopped on it and soon took off into the air.
Kami gently placed his
fingers on a portrait of an elderly green Namek against a green background.
Kami painted it himself after a dream came to him. The dark green face showed
intellect and kindness. The name of Kami’s father “Katas” was written in the
Namekian language in the upper right hand corner. The only thing Kami could
remember was staring at his father’s sad determined face, before the space ship
he was in, took off for Earth. If he had stayed on Namek, he would have
perished with his father and the other Namekians due to the climate shift. But
to this day, he could not remember his original name.
Mr. Popo soon reached the
area where the small group of Namekians lived. They lived in several round
white structures, though there were a few huts around as well. One was watering
a small field of dark blue plants shaped like roses. Another was carrying water
in a bucket and filling up a well. Mr. Popo could sense the energy of a variety
of Namekian types: warriors, healers, and members descended from the Dragon
Clan.
The leader peered out
from inside of the huts and walked toward Mr. Popo. Another Namekian got into a
fighting stance.
“What is your purpose
here?” he asked in Namekian.
Mr. Popo stared blankly
and nervous. He pulled out the note and handed it to the leader. He read the
note as the other Namekians gathered around. He spoke in Namekian to the other
individual: “It’s from Kami-sama from the Lookout. A Great Ape monster is going
berserk in the city. It could wipe out the entire population.”
“He says that it’s up to
all of us to defeat it.”
A thin healer Namekian
walked over to Mr. Popo and spoke in Namekian.
Mr. Popo scratched his
head. “Do you speak Japanese or English?”
The Namekian nodded and
glanced at the leader. Reading his mind, the leader stepped forward. The other
few Namekians gathered around.
After a brief discussion
with the leader in Namekian, the healer turned to Mr. Popo. He translated: “On
behalf of Kami, Kuji says he will lead his group to the city. They will fight
to their fullest and in return, Kuji will get to train with Kami.”
“Sure, it’s a deal,” said
Mr. Popo. They shook hands. Mr. Popo sighed at the thought of Kami teaching
Kuji how to regenerate his own body parts. There were several times when Kuji
had grown his arm too long or too short. Another time during training, he
accidentally blasted himself in the face after Kami vanished from the spot he
was attacking. Still, he displayed good leadership and survival skills, which
were enough to keep the few members of the Namekian Earthlings in check.
“I am Kuji from the
Dragon Clan,” said the leader Namekian.
He wore a red robe over his shoulders with an orange slash across his
chest. His face was bright green. “My translator here is Nantai, the best
healer in this group.” The thinner Nantai wore a white turban, a robe of indigo,
had brown pants and across his waist was a blue slash. His face was a darker
shade of green.
Several muscular
Namekians arrived.
“Lug, Muri, and Asari,”
Kuji mentioned. Lug was the most muscular warrior, with a yellow slash across
his waist and large light green muscular arms. Muri was also strong in
physique, wearing a slash of red and a robe of white. The last Namekian, Asari,
wore a white hijab over her head. Her arms and body were also fit and her skin
was a dark shade of green. Asari’s fingers were decorated with white spiral
symbols similar to snail shells. She was the only other “female” Namekian out
of all the other “males”, though she was still physically genderless like all
Namekians.
Mr. Popo led the way
toward the city on his flying carpet, while the five other Namekians followed
him in the air. Mr. Popo speed off back toward the Lookout as the Namekians
reached the city. Sure enough, Broccolia was still on a rampage. With a nod
from Kuji, the Namekians spread out.
When Broccolia spotted
the Namekians charging from different directions, she let out a fierce roar.
The force send some of the Namekians flying backwards, but others quickly
recovered. Asari, Lug, and Muri landed several hard punches to Broccolia’s
chest and face. Lug then swooped up and kicked Broccolia hard under her giant
chin. With a growl of pain, she clasped her hands together to try and catch Lug,
but he dodged her grasp. Muri launched ki blasts to her legs, but Broccolia
kneed him hard in the face, sending him flying against a wall. Nantai flew over
to his companion and healed him, hovering his hands over him. He had just
helped Nantai up and barely jumped out of the way before Broccolia’s fist
smashed the spot where they had been standing before.
Broccolia landed a hard
hand chop to Muri’s arm, causing it to fall off. Though he yelled out in pain,
he soon regenerated his loss limb with effort. His new arm emerged, wet with
slime-like body fluid. Before he could focus on the fight again, Broccolia
slapped him hard in the face several times, knocking him into a nearby bush.
From up in the air, Kuji
led the next attack against the Great Ape.
“Energy Blast Cannon!” he
called out. With his hand cupped, he moved it forward and a jet of spiraling
yellow light shot from his palm. It hit Broccolia hard in the face with a
blinding blast. Broccolia roared and stumbled backwards, this time landing on
the ground with a crash. The city and ground briefly shook from the impact.
“Keep firing!” Kuji
called, as all the Namekians gathered and shot their volleys of ki blasts for
several moments.
All was soon silent after
the Namekians had finished their attack. Thick black smoke obscured their
viewpoint.
“I think we did it,” Kuji
said.
“Yes!” Lug cheered.
The Namekians saw red
angry eyes through the smoke. Kuji gasped, “What?!” Before the smoke could clear, Broccolia
blasted them back hard with a beam from her mouth. The Namekian warriors yelped
in surprise as they were flung back. They landed hard on their backs against
the asphalt street.
The Namekians groaned in
pain.
“That Ape just keeps
coming,” gasped Nantai. “We’re outmatched by a ton.”
“Even fighting at full power
isn’t enough,” stated Muri.
“Let’s keep trying,” Lug
suggested, slowly sitting up. “Is there another way?”
Kuji thought and then his
eyes widened. “Maybe there is…”
All the Namekians turned
to him.
“…but it will be risky.”
“How so?” asked Asari.
“Surely there’s no other
way to make ourselves stronger?” asked Nantai.
“Not “ourselves,”
exactly,” Kuji replied. “Not if we were
one person.”
Several Namekians gasped.
“The Five-Way fusion,”
exclaimed Nantai.
“No one’s performed that
technique in centuries,” said Lug. “Not since one of our elders used it back on
Namek to defeat a powerful enemy.”
“If we do that, then none
of the rest of us will come back,” said Muri.
“Not exactly,” said Kuji.
“The Dragon Balls can be used to defuse a Namekian. Or, if powerful enough, a
Namekian can purge out another part of himself, splitting between good and
evil, perhaps. Just look at Kami, who used to be merged with his evil self,
Piccolo.”
“He told you that?” asked
Asari, curious.
“Mr. Popo did long ago.”
“Are you sure this is the
best way to go?” asked Muri.
“It may be our only
hope,” Kuji sighed with sadness.
Their conversation was
interrupted by the stomping of giant feet. Broccolia had found them.
“This time is now,” Kuji
said. “Just know that all of us will be part of the new Namekian warrior, in
body, mind, and spirit. But a heavy burden will be placed on their shoulders.
Who will be the candidate?”
Lug, usually strong and
confident gulped and backed away. “Not ready for responsibility.
“I’d love all that
power,” Muri whispered, hunger in his voice. Kuji glared at him.
“I heal, not fight,” said
Nantai, shaking his head. “Not up for it. Kuji should do it.”
“Though I’m the leader, I still have yet to
prefect my skills,” Kuji replied.
Then after a tense
silence…
“I’ll do it.”
Everyone turned to Asari,
who stood straight with purpose in her eyes. Her white hijab fluttered in the
wind. Kuji looked at her with pride in his eyes. “From all our years of living
and training, I figured you’d be the one.”
“Not fair,” Muri
grumbled.
Broccolia charged toward
the Namekians at full speed.
“Hurry,” urged Kuji.
At the same time, Kuji,
Muri, Lug, and Nantai, surrounded Asari and placed their hands on her shoulders
and back. With his other hand, Kuji summoned a mystical ball of light, similar
to a Dragon Ball. The air rippled and an aura of light shone around Asari. An
image of Porunga appeared in green energy.
Kuji chanted a ritual in
the Namekian language. “By the power of Porunga, and the elders of the past, I,
Kuji of the Dragon Clan, hereby transfer my energy and soul, to this warrior…”
The other Namekians
stated their names and repeated the words. Asari rose into the air.
Stomp, stomp, ROAR!
“Everyone…get ready…”
called Kuji.
STOMP. STOMP. Broccolia
demolished a building with her fists, the Namekians in her sights.
The Namekians took deep
breaths and five voices rang out:
“FU…”
Broccolia formed a blast.
“…SION…”
The blast grew bigger and
bigger.
“…HA!”
The blast escaped
Broccolia’s mouth and hit the space in front of her straight on. The energy
beam tore through the city, and caused further destruction for miles. A bomb
sized explosion erupted in the distance.
Broccolia grinned and
beat her chest, letting out a roar of triumph. The bodies of civilians littered
the ground below her.
Then…
Something rose up in the
distance. Broccolia peered over to see the figure. The figure moved closer
until Broccolia could see.
It was Asari. Her skin
was now a medium shade of green, slightly wrinkled. She wore a red slash and a
white robe with a symbol on it besides her usual hijab. The Kunji symbol read
“mentor” on the front.
At the speed of light,
Asari appeared in front of Broccolia and launched a ki blast straight in her
face. The blinded beast bellowed. Broccolia launched her fists at Asari, who
dodged each and every one.
Asari swerved around her
in the air and noticed something she hadn’t before…a long furry brown tail. She
and the others had tried every other spot…but this was new.
Seizing her opportunity,
Asari dove down and with a slash of energy from her hands, sliced the furry
appendage clean off.
Asari covered her pointed
ears as Broccolia roared in extreme pain. Asari flew upwards and watched. To
her surprise, the Ape didn’t fall flat, dead. Instead, the beast shrunk before
her very eyes, the fur and fangs receding.
“What the…?” she
breathed. Asari landed on the ground to see a Saiyan infant, her hair long and
dark purple, her pale body now vulnerable. The Namekian raised her arm to deal
the final blow, but then paused as she stared into Broccolia’s beady black
eyes. They held hidden innocence there.
The feelings of rage in
the newborn Saiyan quickly subsided to exhaustion. The last thing she saw
before blacking out was a tall green figure standing over her.
Broccolia had several
dreams that night. She dreamed of spending with her parents back on Planet
Vegeta, just learning how to fly properly as an infant. Being fed little pieces
of meat and baby food by her father, being held by her mother.
Her parents hugging her,
telling her she was to be sent to conquer a low value planet due to her low
level of power and so called “abnormal” appearance. Her father shaking his head
in disappointment, as though expecting a child with greater power level to help
support their family. Her mother blinking tears from her eyes, knowing she
would never see her child again. Both of them wishing her luck.
A menacing figure with
horns in a space pod, in the dark red light of an explosion. Watching her home
world explode within her pod. Briefly seeing other “abnormal” looking Saiyans
in pods traveling to the same destination before succumbing to deep sleep…
Slowly opening her eyes,
Broccolia found herself inside some kind of hut. She appeared to be lying in a
bed.
“Ah, you’re awake.”
Broccolia rubbed her eyes
and saw the same green Namekian she saw earlier.
Lifting herself from the
bed, she rushed to attack, but a firm green hand held her little fists.
Broccolia wailed at the top of her lungs, but the baby’s thrashing did not faze
the Namekian.
“Easy there, little one.
I’m not going to hurt you, but I will use force if necessary.”
Broccolia kept squirming
but the Namekian wouldn’t budge.
“Enough is enough.”
She dropped the infant on
the bed, sighed deeply and walked toward the open entrance.
Asari soon came back with
a cup of water. Broccolia looked at it curiously and then lapped it with her
tongue. Relishing the cool wet feeling on her tongue, the Saiyan gulped the
rest of it down. Asari had to smile.
Four drinks of water, and
two diaper changes later, Broccolia started crying once again. Nothing could
calm her, not even an old Namekian lullaby Asari remembered being sung to her.
“I’ve done everything,”
she said to Broccolia. “I don’t know what you want or where you even came from.”
When Broccolia began to
chew on everything she came across, Asari almost had it. The conflicting
personalities of her former group raved nonstop in her mind. It was one of the
drawbacks of the multiple individual fusion.
“You should have followed
your gut and gotten rid of that monster once and for all,” Muri’s voice criticized
her in her mind.
“If she can discipline the
baby as she grows up, then perhaps it could be beneficial to this planet,”
countered Nantai.
“Beneficial?!” cried Lug.
“That thing nearly destroyed us!”
“That baby may be an
alien, but she is still a living thing,” said Nantai. “Killing her in her innocent
form would be against our ethics.”
Muri’s voice tinged with
anger. “So you’re saying we should let that thing run loose and take the risk
of our race being wiped out further?!”
“Not in the slightest,”
Nantai replied. “We should always give other beings a chance to prove
themselves. Just look how strong she is. Eliminating her would be a wasted
opportunity.”
“You’re a wasted
opportunity,” scoffed Muri.
“I need to focus!” Asari seethed,
her voice overriding the other voices in her head.
One last Namekian spoke. “Indeed.
It is up to Asari to decide what’s best,” Kuji finished.
Her head went silent and
Asari sighed in relief.
Soon, the Namekian
noticed Broccolia’s mouth watering, her skin getting paler and thinner each
day. Asari could sense the baby was getting weaker each day. What was so
different about her?
Then, it came to her. She
obviously needed food! It was clear Broccolia was not a Namekian…she needed to
eat constantly, perhaps even more than a regular human infant. Asari scooped up
the infant and carried her outside. They wondered for a while until reaching
another garden. It was past the garden with the aesthetic blue plants. Here,
real food was grown by a few Earthling farmers who were friendly with the
Namekians.
Broccolia’s eyes grew
wide as saucers as she spotted carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, and other grown food
in front of her.
After a friendly exchange
with the Earthling farmer, a fat man with a cowboy hat and black hair,
Broccolia got to enjoy the vegetables…perhaps a little too much.
When a fourth of the
crops had been eaten, the farmer didn’t hesitate to aim his shotgun at the
flying infant.
“Monkey baby!” Asari
called, not having a name for the Saiyan yet. “Come back here at once. Dinner’s
over.”
But the Saiyan would not
listen. She let out giggles and babbles as she dodged Asari’s grabs and ki
attacks.
“You need to keep that
thing under control!” warned the farmer to Asari. “I might be done having
business with you.”
“It was Kuji’s idea, not
mine,” said Asari.
“Grr, that’s it!” shouted
the farmer. He fired his gun at Broccolia, but the bullets bounced off her
harmlessly.
“What is that thing?!” he
shouted, before fleeing the scene.
Asari finally grabbed
hold of Broccolia, knocking her out with a karate chop to the neck. She carried
her pack to the hut. Once they got back, Broccolia was awake. She didn’t cry
though. In fact, she nestled calmly in the Namekian’s arms.
“Maybe I can get through
with this after all,” Asari thought.
As Broccolia grew up, she
learned how to hunt for herself, how to fly and use her powers, and how to
defend herself. She also was able to talk. At one point, she remembered what
her name was after eating some delicious cooked broccoli.
“Broccolia! I think that’s
my name!” she exclaimed to Asari as they sat outside. She was eating
vegetables, while Asari contently drank water.
“I do wish calling you
Lyra at times,” Asari muttered to herself.
“Not my name!” said
Broccolia with a laugh.
Asari took a good look at
the young warrior, in her blue robe and loose battle pants. (She had refused to
wear a hijab.)
“You’re a Saiyan, aren’t
you?”
“Yes, I knew there was
something special about me! How did you know?”
“I was talking to
Kami-sama the other day and then I decided to ask several Earthlings. They
explained that Saiyans were powerful warriors from another world. As for me, my
people, the Namekians, are also from another world, but yet here we both are,
living on Earth. It sure is amazing how so many diverse cultures have decided
to settle on this one planet.”
DBZ/DBS Namekian List
Good
Namekians
Dende (child from Moori’s
village, later appointed Guardian of Earth)
Esca (child in Moori’s
village)
Cargo (child in Moori’s
village)
Grand Elder Guru
Kami (Nameless Namekian)
Katas (Parent of the
Nameless Namekian)
Moori (elder of a
village, later appointed Grand Elder)
Nail (son and bodyguard
of Guru until fused with Piccolo.)
Piccolo
Tanissh (elder of a
village)
Tsuburi (elder of a
village)
Tsuno (elder of a
village)
104 other children of
Guru
Evil
Namekians
King Piccolo
Lord Slug
Naraku
Bibra (Dark Namekian Elder)
Gamelan (dark general)
Tanta (dark boss)
Vic (dark elder)
(15 sons of King Piccolo)
Banjo
Bell
Conga
Cymbal
Drum
Harp
Mandolin
Maraca
Marimba
Organ
Piano
Tambourine
Ukelele
Viola
Other
Namekians
Saonel (Universe 6)
Pilina (Universe 6)
Namekian Savior (fusion
of Namekian warriors)
Galactic Patrol Namekian
Imai
Mefla
Kagyu
Ukatz
Umiu
Ghiro
Shale
Escart
Lugo
Toomlin
Moolin
Jijee
Mekuji
Mai Mai
Bongo
Ryuto
Scarl
Datsum
Eemai
Uzma
Toronbon
Snei
Cital
Fargo
Grand
total: 62 mentioned plus 104 = 166 + Namekians
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