DOOM: INCARNATION

by Author_Shimmer

Summary:

And so they watched as the massive burning ball of energy drew closer to the planet. Every Saiyan accepted their fates as they closed their eyes, waiting for death to take them. Until… he came.

Chapter 1: No Longer on Mars

Reappearing, two electrical chains shot out in the containment field and wrapped around two of his wrist, holding him tightly. Bawling both hands to a fist he fights against the chains as they pull him up. However, this attempt was futile as they only tightened. Before he could struggle anymore, he paused and became alarmed as he heard metal clanking on metal.

Said clanking drew his attention up towards the bridge. A tall mechanoid stride slowly towards him with its head held high, clapping his mechanical hands together once it reached him. The man's eyes narrowed into slits as he watched his former acquaintance come closer.

"You've won - it's over. You stopped the invasion and closed the portal," Samuel said, standing before him but keeping a safe distance. He gave a quick glance before returning his gaze back down to the Slayer. "But it's come at a price - Argent, VEGA, this entire operation. You see, I've watched you work, come to understand your motivation." He continued talking. "You think the only way is to kill them all, nothing behind, and you may be right. But we can't just shut it all down. Without Argent Energy, it will be worse. I can't expect you to agree."

One mechanical hand raised. Violently it shook, telepathically snatching the artifact from the Slayer's grasp.

"But with this we can continue our work."

The Slayer's eyes narrowed more as he stared intently at Samuel, rage swelling inside of him.

Samuel continued. "I am not the villain of this story. I do what I do because there is no choice."

"Re-routing tether coordinates… Complete."

The computer system announced. The power supply to the energy field was fully restored and it began to dissipate. Samuel stood there proudly staring at the countdown on the teleporter.

"Our time is up." He looked down at the Slayer, seeing him still restrained, struggling to break free of his bonds as he spoke. "I can't kill you - but I won't have you standing in our way," Samuel declared. Shooting out from the handle a bright crimson blade, pulsing with unrefined energies of Hell, decorated carelessly with the arcane symbols of Hell itself. "Until we see each other again."

Samuel Hayden turned away, starting forward to the bridge with the Crucible, leaving the trapped Slayer alone, chained to the containment field. As Samuel disappeared behind the doors, the Slayer's eyes darted to the floor noticing a tiny spark cyan energy. Then another spark appeared on the ground. And another. And another until the whole pad below him glowed bright.

They began to shift, moving this way and that in a slow, almost hypnotic motion. Even as the Slayer watched, they began to move faster and faster until they were nothing but lines of white in his vision. Soon enough, he was surrounded in a cyan aura. Within moments, he lost sight of everything around him. All sounds had ceased; he could no longer hear anything except for his own breathing and heartbeat. In an instant, his body was enveloped in an explosion of light.

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The Doom Slayer's eyes blinked, facing the sky above. But said sky was not what left him puzzled. It wasn't blue like usual. No, it was a mix of two colors. One, being crimson; a crimson shade so bright, the Slayer thought, that the very light seemed to have been sucked into his eyes. Then, the second was purple. Purple was so intense, that it almost seemed alive. This color swirled together in a spiral shape, slowly spinning round and round until they blended perfectly.

He had to admit it looked beautiful. But that didn't drive away one issue. How did he get here? Where was he? He was certain of one thing. He's not back on mars, nor Hell, not even on earth. So where was he?

The Slayer slowly gets up from the ground, shaking himself off. Looking around he sees rocks and rubble around him. Small rock made houses lay in ruins across his path. He looks in any direction, looking for anyone but finds none. No humans, and no demons. Only death. A big rock to the side exploded catching the Slayer's attention, sending a shower of dirt and dust everywhere.

Unfazed by said explosion, he looked down at the ground as the dust settled. On closer examination, he saw a long appendage. A dark brown furry tail curled around the waist area. His eyes moved up, finding said tail to be attached to a humanoid figure. Their height and frame was average and is slightly muscular with a pale skin complexion. Their hair was flat with cropped spiky style bangs that trace over Their forehead. They wore white gloves and boots, with long golden leg warmers on one of their legs with a white leg band on both of her legs. Judging by the size, he instantly figured that this person was female.

She laid face down on the ground, unmoving. Scrapes and cuts covered her arms, legs, and blood flowed freely from numerous wounds.

The Slayer got down on one knee and placed two fingers to the side of her neck. Her pulse was weak. She was still breathing, though barely. He tried to shake her awake but found that she remained unresponsive. Carefully, he picked her up bridal style. Her eyes shut tight as she let out a small groan.

Right hand reaches down to his utility belt pulling out a blue filled vial fluid. Uncorking it, he slowly poured said fluid into her mouth. He threw the empty vial to the side and turned back to her. Her eyelids slightly twitched, groaning once more.

"Why?!"

The Slayer snapped his head up, spotting the source of the voice. To be exact, they were on their knees on top of rubble. Their hand grasped around their left arm and clutching onto it. Much like the woman in his arms, they had a tail too. They wore an ice blue and black armor which looked to be damaged. Their hair was flat at the top and kept in a small ponytail at the back, and his skin is a dark tan color. Cuts and bruises littered their exposed arms and legs. Bits of blood flowed down their face. But their stare has become fixed on the tall figure towering over him, anger etched into their features.

The Slayer's eyes darted to the right, where the tall figure stood. A large and pink alien stood in front of their injured prey. Spikes protruded on its arms and head. It also wore a blue variant armor with brown colored shoulder pads and an odd green device to the side of its face.

The goons behind the pink alien wore similar armor with different colorations to their style. All of them smirked with glee.

"Why? Tell me! Why are you doing this? I don't understand!" The injured man cried, anger evident through his tone. The pink alien's comrade chuckled mockingly.

"Poor baby!" The henchman taunted.

The pink alien joined his companion in laughter. "What don't you understand, Torah? That you are weak? What a mess you are! Ahh, Torah... You shouldn't have forgotten that you are weak!"

The injured man known as Torah was confused at this revelation. "What do you mean? We serve Frieza! You know that!"

The pink alien's smile became wider. His comrades snickered along. "Yes, I know! Frieza's very impressed with your service record! Yes, too impressed! It seems he wants you dead!"

"What? Why?" Torah protested.

The pink alien grinned, showing off his teeth. "I don't want to flatter you but Frieza thought that you were getting too strong!"

"Cool, huh? You should consider this a promotion!" The second henchman added in.

Torah's eyes widened in disbelief. "No! Look! It's not fair! Everything that we've done was for him! How can he do this?"

The Pink alien's eyes slightly narrowed.

"You fool! It's not what you've done! It's what you might have done in the future!"

The Slayer glares at the pink alien from afar. Instantly seeing where this situation is going. He carefully sets the woman in his arms back onto the ground before standing up slowly and stalking towards the group. Right arm reaches for his back, retrieving from his space inventory a double barrel shotgun.

"Then no one's safe from Frieza! Not even you!" Torah shouted. The pink alien scoffed at the claim.

"Is that so?" The pink alien asked, smirking evilly. The pink alien's hand reached out and so did its comrades. All their palms charging with energy.

The Slayer brought up his shotgun, taking aim at one of the henchmen's hands. His finger pulled back, aiming directly at the target's forearm.

The henchmen blinked, finally noticing the Slayer's presence. Before he could act however, the Slayer pulls the trigger, blasting buck shells straight at the henchman's palm causing the alien's hand to explode. Blowing the remains of his fingers into a nearby rock wall.

At the same time, the other henchman as well as the pink alien and Torah took notice of the Slayer. Without thinking the three men charged towards him.

As they closed in, the Slayer fired his gun again. The first blast hitting the lime alien directly in its chest. Sending its body flying backwards into some nearby buildings. The purple spotted alien, having seen the action the Slayer inflicted onto his buddy, lunged forward to throw a punch. However, before it could make contact, a sudden force struck him hard on the back. The force sent him flying against a building. The impact caused the entire structure to cave in and crumble.

One leg stretched out, the Slayer brought it back down to the ground before turning his gaze towards the green henchmen who had launched themselves at him, shooting a blast of blue energy at him. The blast hit its mark and he was engulfed by an explosion of heat and light. Gusts of wind blowing all around.

"Ha! serves you right! That should teach you what happens when you mess with the elites!" The green alien crowed in triumph. But his triumph quickly faded as he felt something cold and metal pressed against his side. "Wha…?"

With the muzzle of the weapon firmly pointed at his temple, the green alien's head exploded. Blood splattered everywhere covering everything. The Slayer stood over its headless corpse, watching it drop. The pink alien, the last alien henchman, and Torah were left stunned at this display of power and violence.

Kicking off to the air the last henchmen decided to flee, rather than face the wrath of this monster. But they were too slow. In a blur the Slayer grabbed them by the leg and hurled them to the ground. His eyes shot wide as the air in their lungs was expelled from the inside of their throat. Blue blood spewed out onto his chest. But the Slayer didn't give him time to recover. He lands by planting his boots into the henchmen's stomach, killing him instantly by the force of his blow.

Hopping off of his corpse the Slayer turned to his left. The pink alien stared at him with horror in its eyes.

"Who…Who are you?" The pink alien mumbled, fear and shock clear in their voice.

The Slayer glared blankly at him. Stoic expression carved onto his face. He slowly crept towards the pink alien while snapping the ejector open and reloading it with another set of shells. He held his super shotgun with one hand pointing it right at the pink aliens head, slightly pressing the trigger.

The pink alien froze, eyes wide and terror swelling through every vein in its body. They should get out of here, they should run away as fast as they can, but they couldn't move. Their feet remained stuck to the ground. No matter how much they struggled or begged to move, nothing happened. They were stuck. Frozen in fear. Paralyzed, terrified…just as they were a moment ago.

But then...something clicked.

Buck shells shot fourth through the pink alien's forehead and chest, effectively ending it for good. A satisfied smirk graced the Slayer's face as he dropped the shotgun to the ground.

After the dust settled, silence fell upon both sides. The Slayer's eyes darted to Torah who stared back at him with mixed feelings on his face. Fear, disbelief, and bewilderment. But one emotion stands out most prominently in his eyes: hope.

The Slayer looked from behind Torah, noticing other similar humanoids with tails laying motionless on the ground. Then his eyes landed back on Torah. Once again he reaches down to his utility belt pulling out a set of vials. He throws said vials to Torah who catches them one by one.

Torah blinks, confusion plastered across his features. "What are these for?" He asked cautiously.

The Slayer stared blankly at him. His glare unwavering and unyielding. He jerked his head from behind him, nodding towards the other humanoids lying limp and still on the ground. Torah follows suit, looking behind him. His eyes darted to the vials and to the bodies before widening in realization.

With one leg, he limped towards each of the other humanoids. Opening their mouths with care before pouring the blue fluids into their mouths then drank some himself for good measure. The two humanoids groaned softly before their eyes flew open. Both of them slowly sat up on their rumps, their faces twisted in pain. But after a few seconds, relief washed over their features and they smiled.

Torah stares at them in joy and relief. "Borgos, Shugesh, you're okay!" He cried before wrapping them in an embrace.

Borgos smiled weakly. "Torah… what happened?"

Shugesh blinks. "Are…Are we dead?"

"No you dummy."

Torah, Borgos, Shugesh, and Slayer turned their heads towards the sound of the voice, which belonged to the woman. She walked up closer to the four of them.

"Fasha, don't push yourself!" Torah cautioned.

The woman known as Fasha waved her hand dismissively at him. "I'm fine, Torah. I am just glad to see you guys alive."

Torah chuckled, turning his gaze towards the Slayer. "Well, we have him to thank."

Fasha, Shugesh, and Borgos glanced towards the Slayer who was still glaring at them blankly.

The Shugesh and Borgos got to their feet. The former with slight difficulty. The latter with more ease and a little assistance from Torah. All four of them start towards the Slayer. Each of them moved carefully due to their injuries. The four stood before him, looking at him with wonderment and respect.

The Slayer looked at each one in turn. The man named Shugesh was a bulky fellow, clearly built for strength but coming off more fat than muscular. His black hair in a pudding bowl style, beady black eyes, and a thin, pencil mustache. Though a bit damaged, he wore armor with the straps and abdomen guards being colored teal, with boots of a similar color scheme, and black pants. Underneath his armor, he wears a tattered, olive green shirt.

Much like Shugesh, Borgos was also bulky, but was tall and muscular. He had big strands of black hair on the sides of his head, but not hair in the middle of his head. He had three small scars on his forehead and wore a variant black armor with a light blue stomach plate, and yellow shoulder straps. He also wears dark blue pants, and black cuffs above his hands.

Breaking the silence between them, Shugesh spoke up. "So, mind telling us who you are?"

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A/N: Hey, it's me Goku! Wow this strange fighter is strong but also REALLY brutal. Oh no, Frieza's planning to destroy Planet Vegeta and all the Saiyans with it. Hurry stranger, you gotta save them and stop Frieza!

Next time on DOOM: INCARCERATION!

CHAPTER 2: BATTLE FOR PLANET VEGETA!

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Chapter 2: Battle for Planet Vegeta

Torah stared at the armored man in front of him.

They wore a dark green armor from head to toe. He ran his eyes over the flat, green surface of the armor the man wore, his eyes followed down, finding lighter patches across the man's chest and signs of battle scars on the arms, only deeper, and more brutal. His armor looked battered and worn out. It was obvious that this man had been fighting for quite some time, possibly years. There was no way that this man had come out unscathed and whole.

And yet, he still stood before them, staring at them with a stoic expression. Though when their eyes met, the look softened, the animosity fading away like smoke before a flame.

But the fire persisted; burning, hot and angry. He could see it in his face, see it in his stance as he straightened, his strange weapon falling to as near a relaxed position as he felt it could possibly be. And Torah would say that he was surprised, but he wasn't. Who is this man? Where did he come from? Could he be a Saiyan? No, even if he was, he didn't think he looked much like one. He's not wearing the kind of armor he and his teammates traditionally wore and to top it all off, he doesn't have a tail.

But one note couldn't be denied or ignored; he's extremely, undoubtedly, and terrifyingly strong. Torah had never seen anything even remotely close to what he saw earlier.

His speed, agility, power, ability, durability, everything seemed to match up perfectly with his appearance. Even though there was something about this man that was incredibly unsettling and disturbing. Something in his eyes, maybe the fire that raged inside of him, something in the way that he carried himself… something about it was absolutely, unquestionably, impossible to ignore.

It seemed almost instinctual. Like he's done it thousands of times before, he'd do it again without fail. It didn't take long before he broke the intense stare off, shifting his attention to the bulky Saiyan.

"Hey! You got cotton in your ears buddy?" Shugesh asked impatiently. "I said who the hell are you?"

"Leave him be Shugesh," Torah said, patting the back of Shugesh's back. "He just saved our lives. We owe him one at least."

"Yeah, and we should really save the introductions for later." Fasha cut in. "We need to head back to base. Warn Bardock of what's going on."

Torah turned to his tall companion, nodding in agreement. "Yes, you're right, Fasha. One of their ships shouldn't be too far from here, let's take those and fly back."

"Then let's go." Fasha replied, kicking off from the ground and into the air. Soaring quickly up high into the sky with ease, with Borgos and Shugesh following suit.

Torah turned his gaze towards the armored man once more, his lips slightly forming into a smile. "I really don't know who you are but… Thank you. For saving me, and my friend's life."

The armored man continued to stare impassively at him, showing no change in his blank narrowed gaze.

"You know, you should come with us. We could really use a hand in sending those sorry bastards packing… and maybe Frieza too." Torah added as he turned to the direction to where his comrades had flown off. Before he could kick off after them, a green blur zipped past him accompanied by a gust of wind.

Torah watched as the blur sped off into the distance, disappearing into the horizon. He blinked in surprise, taking a few moments to process what had just happened before chuckling softly under his breath.

"Damn," he murmured. "He's fast…"

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He was the Emperor of the universe. None dared question his judgment or his command. He controlled his own imperial army and was feared for his ruthlessness and power. If he wanted something, he took it by force. In short, he was the most powerful individual alive. His name alone caused terror and dread to spread throughout his empire, causing many races to hide within their homes and seek protection under whatever roof they could find. That same terror and dread fueled his lustful desire to conquer the galaxies.

He brings his glass up to his lips. The sweet taste of wine flows into his mouth. A satisfied smirk graces his features.

'What a glorious day it is about to be…'

"Lord Frieza." Kikono entered the room.

The Emperor lifted his glass to his lips. "Yes."

Kikono bowed his head. "I've come to report that Regarding the Super Saiyan and Super Saiyan God, we've researched them extensively but they appear to be only myths." He straightened himself up and stared up at Frieza's back.

"Oh, wonderful. I expected as much." Frieza smirked. "But I can't afford the least bit of anxiety right now, so I had to be sure, not that they'd be a problem."

"So then, are you canceling the attack?" Kikono asked hesitantly. Frieza laughed as if the idea were ridiculous.

"You are hilarious. Not after I went through the trouble of assembling all these monkeys." Frieza wickedly smiles at Planet Vegeta. "This is a perfect plan to get rid of the Saiyans, planet and all." His eyes narrowed, his smirk grew. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Kikono blinked, taken aback by his words.

"But without the Saiyans, our fighting force will be drastically reduced, almost by half." Kikono countered hesitantly.

Frieza chuckled again, a dangerous glint in his eye. "My troops will still be able to get by. These barbarians pretend to be submissive, but they're dangerous. They could bare their fangs against us at any time." Frieza paused, smirking wickedly as he subconsciously turned his hover pod around starting forward. "They are, after all, a species completely comprised of warriors. It's always best to put a sleeping beast down before it can be awakened."

Exiting from the ship's roof, Frieza stares at Planet Vegeta with a gleeful grin plastered upon his face. Right finger raised up to his ear, charging a small bright ball of burning energy. The ball grew larger and larger until it formed a miniature sun that hung just beyond his fingertips. The giant burning orb expanded into a sphere hundreds of feet large. The heat radiated outward from Frieza's finger into the emptiness of space.

The fireball floated above Frieza, waiting for its master to give the command to burn. The Emperor laughed to himself, his laughter echoing through the emptiness of space, a sound so cold and evil that it could chill even the hearts of innocents. The flames began to flicker wildly in the void of space, eager to be set ablaze and consume everything in its path.

With a flick of his finger, Frieza sent the fireball hurtling toward his target, aiming directly at the planet.

The massive burning ball of energy slowly drew close to Planet Vegeta. It had been orbiting the planet for a good few minutes and was beginning to grow hot enough that the grass around it started turning brown as well as the vegetation in the area around it began wilting. The energy ball looked like a huge orange balloon that was expanding even more, filling the sky above the planet with its immense power.

Every single Saiyan watched the ball, eyes wide and fearful. They knew there was nothing to be done about the fact that this enormous, fiery ball would crash into their beloved homeland soon and destroy everything within its range.

All they could do was watch helplessly as the fireball continued on its journey towards them and eventually smashed itself against their home planet.

Well, not all of them stood and watched.

A low level warrior, a low class Saiyan stood afloat in the air.

His face had lost the usual look of fear and instead, was a firm, determined expression. He was holding one hand out, fingers curled into a fist. His other hand charged with blue energy ready to release an attack upon the approaching ball of fire.

Though he knew death was inevitable from a certain point forward, he still wasn't gonna go out without a fight. Even if it meant giving his life to save billions or millions or hundreds of millions others? Even Gine.

Bardock lets out a battle cry which reverberates throughout the battlefield. The power fled his hand. A massive beam of blue energy shoots up and blasts the incoming ball of fire. Hitting the base middle of its target, he increased his power as more and more blue energy shot out from him and towards the ball of fire, hoping this much alone will suffice to stop it from crashing.

In response, the burning energy only seemed to intensify and the ball became bigger and bigger, becoming larger than the very atmosphere which surrounded it. Soon, the massive ball of fire was so big, Bardock struggled to keep his balance.

Bardock grunted as he struggled to push it back but to no avail. The heat was getting intense and even he couldn't handle it. Inch by inch, the flames were reaching him, engulfing his arms, burning the skin off his exposed palms and finally, covering him completely.

With an anguished wail, Bardock closed his eyes and braced himself for what was sure to come next. However, before any final sound of pain could escape his lips, it never came. He heard nothing except an echoing boom.

Slowly opening his eyes, Bardock blinked as he looked around at his surroundings. What little remained of his armor lay scattered across the ground where he fell just moments before. Bardock quickly scrambled to his feet and looked around in all directions trying to determine what had occurred. As he did so he noticed something strange; the massive ball of energy… was gone.

In fact, nothing else remained of it either. It's as though it simply vanished into thin air.

Suddenly a heavy thud shook the ground. Bardock turned his head slightly to his left and saw a tall figure with their back facing him. A tall figure clad in armor.

"What…Who..?" Bardock murmured quietly to himself.

The armored man stared up at the ship far away in space, their hands balled into fists as a furious scowl filled their face behind their visor.

"Bardock!"

Bardock turned to his left and snapped up from his spot. He felt a smile spread across his face as he recognized the group defending. Gine, Fasha, Torah, Borgos, and Shugesh gathered up, landing by his side.

"Bardock! Are you alright?" Gine asked worriedly, placing one hand upon the warrior's chest and the other on his back.

Bardock nodded his head in affirmation, smiling. "Yes, yes. I'm fine," he replied reassuringly.

"We thought you died when Frieza's attack snatched you up!" Shugesh exclaimed happily while pointing to a crater where they all were standing.

Bardock returned his gaze to the armored man, staring at him with wonderment and confusion. Did he… stop Frieza's attack? But how? It was a power struggle when he tried to push it back and yet this stranger did it with ease. It was hard to believe such a simple thing was possible but seeing it right in front of his face, Bardock knew it was true.

Back in space, Frieza stared down at Planet Vegeta. His mind filled with one question to another, wondering irritatingly why his attack didn't collide with the planet's surface. Could one of those Saiyan monkeys be the cause of this? No. Nonsense. Frieza decided, shaking his head furiously in disbelief. There was absolutely no way that any of those Saiyan monkeys could have deflected that attack. Besides, if that were the case then there would be nothing left of it.

"Zarbon!" Frieza ordered.

"Lord Frieza?" Zarbon questioned, flying up to this side. Frieza took a deep breath.

"Take with you your troops and the Ginyu Force down to that planet. Find out what caused their demise to be halted. I want answers!"

Zarbon bowed his head respectfully. "Right away Lord Frieza."

Kicking off, Zarbon soared down towards the planet with his troops and the Ginyu Force following closely behind him. Once they drew closer, they landed ten meters away from the armored man, Bardock and his friends.

Zarbon's eyes darted from Bardock—to Gine, his team and the rest of the crowd of Saiyans that gathered up behind them. "Saiyans! it appears your impending death has been swayed and your doom has been halted!"

Gine's jaw clenched in anger as she glared hatefully at Zarbon, who was grinning smugly at the situation. "So Bardock was right… Frieza was planning to wipe us out!"

Shugesh clicked her tongue. "That bastard!"

Zarbon chuckled darkly. "Well, yes. But like I have established your death has been halted by some form of miracle; however, you're all going to be killed regardless of this turn of events." He crossed his arms. "But before that though, I'm curious. Which among you was the one that had the power to stop Lord Frieza's attack?" Zarbon said, looking pointedly at each individual, making sure to meet each eye.

His eyes landed on the armor man. At first, Zarbon almost jumped back in fright at the figure's narrowed eyes meeting him. He didn't know why but there was something about this stranger that made him feel uneasy. A sense of dread settled inside of him at the sight of these piercing eyes. For some reason, he found it difficult to speak, unable to find his voice.

When no one immediately responded, Zarbon once again smirked, masking away his fear. "You are being rather silent, aren't you?"

Silence was Zarbon's only response from the armored man who still glared at him from where he stood.

"Oh well," Zarbon said, his eyes glazed over slightly. "If you're not gonna talk, then we'll just have to force it out of you." He turns to his troops. "Men, bring him to me."

"Yes sir!" a few men shouted in unison, marching over to the armored man.

In the blink of an eye, the armored man disappeared from view, reappearing behind the Frieza soldiers in the same stance where he stood. Within seconds, blood spurted out of the mouths and noses of several of the soldiers and they crumpled to the floor, motionless.

Bardock, Gine, and his friends let out a gasp of surprise, his mouth hanging open in horror. This couldn't be real, was it? Surely there'd be some kind of trick here! He moved like a blur, his body moving fluidly.

Zarbon, as well as Ginyu and his teammates were equally shocked at what they witnessed. They watched in awe at how fast he'd move, how he seemingly had the ability to appear behind every soldier and cut them down in seconds, leaving them lifeless bodies on the ground. When one soldier managed to swing a Ki blade at him, he effortlessly moved out of its way.

Plunging his fist into the soldier's gut, he sent the poor boy flying backwards, killing him instantly with one blow. Without a second look, the armored man returned his narrowing gaze at Zarbon and the Ginyu Force.

"Oh man… something's definitely not right here." Jeice muttered aloud, grabbing the attention of his captain, his teammates, and Zarbon. Captain Ginyu raised a brow.

"What's the matter, Jeice?" Ginyu queried curiously.

Jeice shrugged. "It's just... he's fast, no doubt about it. But I took a reading on his battle power and it says that he's below one." He replied. The others stared at him confused before slowly turning their focus back to the armored man in front of them who was glaring at the five.

"A power level of zero, huh." Ginyu mumbled before turning to his men. "Even if that's true Jeice, it still doesn't explain how he's so fast and killed those soldiers quickly." He paused for a moment before continuing. "He also seems completely unfazed by our presence or power."

"Tch, he's probably just being cocky. He hasn't even seen what we can do!" Burter said confidently.

"I agree with Burter." Recoome turns to Captain Ginyu. "Captain, let me have a go with this tough guy. I can take him!"

Ginyu chuckled humorlessly. "Alright. But don't play too much with him Recoome. We need him alive so we can bring him to Lord Frieza."

"Understood!"

Recoome gets into a battle stance and stares determinedly at the armored man before them. The armored man simply stayed in his stance. His glare never faltered, his stare unrelenting as if it wanted to bore holes through Recoome. Recoome smirked wickedly at the sight.

Bright pink aura surrounds Recoome as he charges his power up. With a chuckle he announced his ultimate attack.

"Recoome Kick!" Recoome lunged forth, bringing his foot straight towards the armored man's chest.

Only for said foot to meet air.

Recoome blinked in surprise when the armored man once again vanished in thin air. Landing on his feet his head turned sharply around as he scanned the area around them. The other soldiers and Ginyu members did likewise.

"Where did he go this time?" Recoome asked quietly to himself.

Suddenly, he felt a tremendous force slam into his stomach causing him to double over. Looking down to see, Recoome finds the armored man below him. His fist dug into his abdomen, sending wave after waves of indescribable pain exploding throughout Recoome. He coughed out blood and fell to the ground with a thud. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as life fled from his body.

The armored man stood back up. His eyes darted to the shocked faces of both Zarbon and the few remaining Ginyu Force.

"Did…Did Recoome just lose?" Jeice questioned, disbelief written plainly across her face.

"No way! Recoome never loses to anyone, not even against Saiyans!" Burter exclaimed with an astonished expression.

"T-That does it. I'm getting out of here!" Guldo cried out as he bolted up to the sky. Ginyu was about to call him back but before he could, something boomed from behind him and Guldo's head exploded. Blood splattered all over the ground as everyone was left in utter silence.

All eyes slowly turned to the armored man who held a strange double barreled weapon as steam billowed from it.

Burter's teeth gritted at the sight of Guldo's blood and brains splattered across the ground before turning to the suited man.

"Alright! I'm done standing around!" Burter declared, charging towards the armored man.

Using the maximum of his power, Burter throws barrage after barrage of punches from all over the armored man's body. Each punch wash over the suited man's being with such intensity and speed that Bardock, Gine, his friends, and every Saiyan watching had a hard time keeping up.

Even Zarbon was having trouble seeing past all the blows and blasts raining down on him. But that wasn't what shocked them all the most. None of Burter's punches seemed to phase the armored man as though he were nothing more than paper to him. He neither dodged nor blocked every one of them, instead simply absorbing it, leaving little effect in his wake. Even when he got hit, it didn't seem to faze him, his form remained as solid as ever.

"This is insane.." Torah muttered under his breath as he watched the scene unfold. To think that one single person, someone who was obviously stronger than any of the others he's seen so far, could easily take every blow from someone like them. That he could withstand it without a single sign of weakness. It was terrifying to say the least.

"You can say that again; I mean, look at him! He's taking Burter's punches and kicks as if they're nothing!" Shugesh commented with wide eyes. Borgos nodded in agreement.

Bardock, Gine, and Fasha watched the scene in awe and amazement.

Bardock had to be honest with himself, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit terrified at the display of the armored man's strength. How was it possible for someone that strong to possibly hold back against someone like Burter, who'd beaten him time and time again? And though he felt a bit of fear, it didn't discriminate from the feeling of awe that came flooding through him.

Gine was afraid too. But not as much as she was in wonderment as she looked at the armored savior who saved them and Planet Vegeta's almost total destruction earlier. Hope swelled up inside her. Maybe, just maybe, there's a chance that the armored man would save them from Frieza.

Fasha was memorized at what she was seeing. This man, whoever he is, was certainly worthy of being an elite soldier who was trained for warfare and was highly skilled in combat. If she wasn't mistaken, this man must be at least three times stronger than Burter, with his speed at least two times higher. And yet he had a power level of zero.

She firmly believed just by looking at him that this man had no equal. He knew no fear, and even if he isn't a Saiyan, he has somewhat of a demeanor of the same caliber as theirs. Her eyes glistened in fascination. She couldn't wait until she got a go with this mysterious warrior.

"Ugh! Why aren't you going down?!" Burter growled angrily. Despite the fact that he'd been punching the armored man nonstop, the man was still standing and doing nothing but absorbing each and every one of his attacks. He was starting to get annoyed and honestly, that made him angrier.

Burter hadn't even noticed that his buddy Jeice and his Captain Ginyu had joined in. Throwing their own barrages of attacks at the man who simply stood unmoving, ignoring them and absorbing them all without a sound.

The armored man brought up his right hand. With one swipe he sents the three attackers flying backwards several meters away, landing on the ground in various locations around him. They groaned slightly as they regained their senses. Reaching for his back he pulls out another strange weaponry.

Everyone eyes the device up and down. Gine glances at it, back up to the armored man, flashing him a look of fear.

Raising the tool he shook it around. Fuel sloshes back and forth inside the small gas tank. flick the choke, and grab the pull cord. With a firm yank, the jagged teeth on the chain spin around, before coming to a stop. With another yank, smoke billows out the exhaust on the side as his pride and joy revs to life. The deafening sound of an enraged two-stroke engine echoed. Jamming down the trigger, the teeth on the blade arm rocket around in circles, flicking specs of dried blood and guts on the ground. Gine cringes at the sound and display, yet keeps her gaze locked on him.

The armored man set one foot forward and the other retreated backwards. Kicking off faster with his heel, he slams both feet into the ground creating a small crater, which is quickly followed by lunging forward with incredible speed. He reached towards Ginyu first and swung the tool's jagged teeth towards the side of his neck.

Ginyu had no time to react nor time to dodge. A gurgled scream erupts from his throat. His body goes limp, as his blood begins to pool on the floor beneath him. Burter and Jeice watch in horror as their captain's face turns pale, and his head cut from his shoulders.

Bardock watched the armored man jump backwards. Once again reaching for his back pulling out a weird metallic instrument aiming it at both Jeice and Burter, pelting them with every shot piercing through their armor into their flesh until said shot exploded leaving both of them into pieces.

He snapped his sights to Zarbon, much to Zarbon's fear and worry. The strange weapon he carried vanished in a flash, and was replaced with a cannon-like object. He slowly aims it at five of him then once it has charged to its fullest he takes the shot, firing off a missile that sails straight towards Zarbon.

He dodged just in time as the missile exploded mere centimeters from him. Zarbon's heart hammered in his chest and his legs shook with each passing second. Madness. Absolute madness! What even is he?

Suddenly, Zarbon felt something hard collide with the top of his head causing him to fall backwards onto his rear. It wasn't long before a sudden knee rushed to his abdomen causing exploding excruciating pain through his whole body. He lets out a pained moan as he clutches at his stomach.

A large amount of blood dripped from Zarbon's mouth, dripping down his chin and coating his armor. He tries to regain his balance only to find that every part of him was trembling in terror.

But his terror was short-lived. He felt something cold and metal pressed against his head and heard a pump cocked back, and his head exploded. Blood splattered to the ground. The armored man stood over his corpse, watching it drop to its back.

Silence eroded over the area. No one moved or made a single noise, their eyes fixed upon the armored man who stood atop the mound of broken bones, blood and gore.

After an eternity a voice broke through the silence.

"I hope you're satisfied."

Everyone and the armored man snapped up to attention. All, except the armored man, see a terrifyingly familiar figure sitting on a hover pod smiling wickedly down at them.

From above, Frieza has arrived.

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A/N: Hey, it's me Goku! Whew, the Slayer arrived just in time before the planet could be destroyed. I gotta ask though, where the heck did those things he took out of his back came from? Does he have like a huge storage inside him or something? Man this is awesome! Frieza has arrived and now we'll get to see the both of them fight. I can't wait!

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 3: DOOM SLAYER VS FRIEZA!

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Chapter 3: Doom Slayer vs Frieza

The Slayer stared up at the alien who sat on their hover pod floating above him.

He looked strangely female, with deep colored lips and slanted eyes. Two horns protruded from his skull which was bald. Mostly he was light pink, with purple areas as well, and the Slayer could see a snake-like tail lolling out the side of his hovering throne.

Frieza smirked down at him as he spoke.

"I hope you're satisfied, truly; you have successfully wiped out half of my well loyal troops with effortless ease."

The Slayer stared at him blankly.

Every Saiyan including Bardock's friends, and Gine looked up at Frieza in fear. There had always been a sense of dread whenever his presence was brought up. It wasn't anything new, really. The fact was, everyone feared Frieza with varying degrees of success. Some less so than others; like Bardock. Bardock was never afraid of Frieza; he never had been since the very beginning of his training. That wasn't to say that he didn't know how dangerous Frieza was; it was just that, after everything he went through, he had learned that there was no point in fear.

Fear only causes you to make mistakes. Fear made it hard to focus on your goal, and fear kept you weak. Fear killed you. And that, he decided early in his life, is not something he wanted to be. Not anymore. Never again will he ever let fear control him.

Frieza's smirk turned dark as he looked at what remained of his troops. "Heh, and what has become of the Ginyu Force I wonder?" His gaze returned to the Slayer, who continued to maintain eye contact with him calmly. "Did you really do away with them all?"

The Slayer didn't answer. He merely stares at him, as Frieza continues staring back at him, unblinking as he observes his every move.

"Heh, heh. Sadly stranger, I'm afraid this won't do; indulge me, you and those monkeys said your goodbyes, yes?" He paused for a moment as his gaze glanced at the corpse of Zarbon, which was headless. The Slayer didn't even bother to acknowledge the sight of dead bodies scattered across the battlefield. "Oh, to see Zarbon like that almost makes me feel sorry for him. But it doesn't matter, it saved me the trouble of entering a lion's den heh, heh, heh, heh." Frieza smiled slyly at the sight. "I must admit my friend. After what I've witnessed, I'm impressed. You are quite a strong fellow. You would've been the strongest of the universe if only I wasn't around."

Again, the Slayer didn't respond, merely kept his gaze fixed on him and his hands clenched into fists. If possible, he was feeling more anger towards him by the minute.

Frieza took notice of this silent treatment, and chuckled. "Hmmm…. So rude, aren't we? You should learn some manners." His grin widened, raising one finger, aiming it at the warrior. A lavender beam shot out in front of it. In that instant, the Slayer was hit full in the face.

Everyone but the Slayer gasped when said beam hit its mark. But to Frieza and every Saiyan's shock it did nothing; instead, the beam simply dissipated harmlessly into thin air.

Frieza pulled his finger away, and stared incredulously at the Slayer. He blinked a few times and tried once again to shoot the beam at him. Nothing. He shot two beams, but this still didn't affect him either.

He growled in irritation. He adds ten beams, nothing. Another ten attempts and no avail. He glared hatefully at the Slayer, who continued staring back at him without a single change of emotion on his face.

He sat up out of his hover pod. Descending gently towards the warrior and landed five meters away. "Don't get this into your head. You maybe strong, that is certain, but not nearly as strong as me. Your power has served you well in killing my best men but that ends here; I will make you rue the day you crossed my path and make you embrace oblivion."

The Slayer remains motionless.

"Hmph." Frieza slightly crouches into a battle stance, preparing himself for an attack. "So be it."

Frieza was the first to strike. He launched forward, swinging his fist to uppercut Slayer, but he was fast. He dodged to the side and slammed a punch at Frieza in return, his fist connecting with Frieza's ribs sending him skidding back to another spot a few feet away. Frieza grunted as he tried to right himself. Then he came charging back at him again.

Once again the Slayer dodged to the side and sent a flying kick directly into Frieza's face. The impact knocked Frieza back and caused him to fly further, hitting his head on a nearby wall sending bright sparks shooting through the space he occupied.

He was quick to recover however. Frieza jumped up again, his speed doubled that what it was before.

Frieza's punch landed this time. Making contact with the Slayer's arm that guarded him. The power of said punch caused wind to explode outwards, knocking everyone in range into the sky, the force of the blast blew the surrounding towers apart sending concrete and other debris crashing to the ground.

Bardock looked down, seeing the Slayer still standing completely unfazed. His arm still up whilst glaring back at the emperor.

Frieza doubled his speed again. This time throwing barrages of punches directly at the Slayer, who blocked them easily each time with his arm blocking.

"Whoa," breathed Torah.

"Alright! Look at him go!" Shugesh cried.

"This is incredible. He's blocking every one of Frieza's punches." A Male Saiyan added.

Another male Saiyan chimed. "He isn't even sweating. Are you guys sure he isn't a Saiyan?"

The Slayer continued blocking each and every strike from Frieza, his expression unchanging as the blows came. The punches eventually became heavier and heavier but the Slayer didn't flinch a muscle. He held himself perfectly still. Frieza suddenly stopped punching as he noticed this.

Frieza jumped back, distancing himself from the Slayer.

"Hmm, so much power to be contained inside such frail bones." Frieza smirked. "Still, this is nothing compared to the power I possess! Care to know a little secret, stranger?"

No response.

"It seems even a warrior of your stature can't hear a thing I'm saying now can't they? Ha!" He laughs. "Then I will just take it upon myself to tell you. This form you see before you, isn't even my final form."

Bardock's eyes widened, while everyone else gasped in shock and horror. Much to Frieza's delight. "Let me demonstrate.."

The ground began to shake.

Frieza clenched his fists and tightened his muscles, tail curling, arms bent in close to his body. He began to let out a powerful cry, growing louder and louder. The armor around his torso shatters to reveal a not-so-different bare chest beneath. His body took on a purple hue, and slowly, he began to grow. His legs widened and lengthened, his arms stretching down, his torso beefing up, his horns curving up at the tips to resemble bull horns instead of just spikes. His face grew more human-like, however it kept the purplish pink color.

Frieza went from being a three foot tall little monster into a eight foot tall beast, his muscles bulging, his thick, powerful tail lashing. But what was the most surprising was his power. It had doubled.

"What's wrong?" Frieza's voice was much deeper now as he smirked at the crowd of Saiyans with purple lips, "Surprising is it not? I'll have you know, I have two more transformations after this."

"Two more?" breathed Bardock.

"Please no.." Whispered Gine.

Frieza turned back to the Slayer. Expecting to see horror and fear on his face, maybe even his body shaking uncontrollably. To his surprise though, there were none of these emotions. Instead, he saw pure anger, fury and hatred radiating from the armored warrior's eyes.

What is this? Frieza thought to himself. He had expected fear, panic, or at least some kind of shock and disbelief but this….. This was something unexpected. Even after doubling his power in this transformation he still couldn't read the warrior, nor find any reaction whatsoever. What's going on?

Once again, Frieza was the first to strike. Washing over the Slayer with even heavier barrages of attacks, hoping to find the same reaction in the Slayer again. But he did no such luck, the man kept on parrying each and every one of them with ease.

"How can you still stand there?!" The emperor roared. "Why am I not damaging you?!" Frieza yelled at the warrior. "Why won't you just perish?!"

Each blow Frieza inflicted onto him, the Slayer took with grace, but with every blow Frieza managed to land, the warrior's expression never changed, never showing any hint of pain. Just rage and anger. Frieza grit his teeth, this was frustrating; it was almost like he's fighting against an invisible shield, which was indeed what this was. There was never a single time where he faced an opponent that could take great amounts of damage and still walk unscathed. Not even for a second.

The emperor was fuming in frustration. It wasn't enough to defeat the man before him. If anything, he might just as well have been trying to defeat a boulder!

Very well then, Frieza thought to himself. Perhaps he'll do better with a different plan. "Fine, if you are too stubborn to die… You shall see how I use this." He grinned deviously letting out a powerful cry, and a purple aura surrounded him.

Bardock felt the entire planet begin to shake, even up in the air as he was. His eyes widened and he looked toward Frieza, but the alien had been consumed by the purple light. He couldn't make anything out.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

Bardock, Gine, and the Saiyans turned their attention to a familiar figure.

Flying towards them was Planet Vegeta's ruler. King Vegeta.

"Your majesty!" One male Saiyan called out.

Before King Vegeta could demand answers, a blinding light appeared before him, making everyone cover their eyes with both hands. When the light faded, all eyes returned to the two power houses.

Standing before the Slayer was a whole new Frieza.

His skin was now white with deep purple rounded sections on each shoulder and in the center of his chest. His head was round, and his face strangely beautiful, more feminine than ever, the top of it violet and smooth. He was small once more, but not quite as small as his first form. His body was well toned, his tail twirling lazily behind him. He smiles slightly at the Slayer.

"I haven't used this form in such a very long time. Consider this a reward for angering me." Frieza smirks at his audience.

Bardock had seen his fair share of opponents' power rising in his life. Many were impressive, some not so much, but he knew when someone was using their full potential. Frieza was certainly one of those people. He hadn't experienced such potent fear in his entire life. He gaped at the alien tyrant that stood before the Slayer. His muscles begin to tremble.

Bardock wasn't alone. Gine, his friends, King Vegeta, and every Saiyan present had paled. They all knew how monstrous Frieza's power was, but to witness it right now, well it was terrifying to say the least. And to think Frieza had been hiding such power from them all along… How could anyone hope to defeat such a foe?

Everyone's eyes darted to the Slayer who was staring straight forward, as he waited for Frieza to continue attacking. His eyes showed no signs of fear or uncertainty. No change of expression whatsoever.

A sense of hope filled the hearts of every Saiyan there, even Bardock. Despite Frieza's power had increased monstrously, the armored warrior stood firm and ready, waiting patiently for Frieza to strike. No hint of any fear was visible either. All they could see was an intense look of determination. So intense it was almost intimidating to behold. But at the same time, they found themselves mesmerized by the scene before them. They could see the strength and resolve that he clearly possessed. They couldn't help but feel admiration for the other warrior.

Suddenly, Frieza's hand snapped up, pointing out toward them. Gine barely had time to blink before a thin red beam shot out of it.

The crowd gasped at the speed of the attack. Gine covered her mouth as the blast hit him square in the visor. The blast instantly dissipated into thin wisps of smoke that floated off his body. The Slayer was unharmed.

"What..?" Frieza mumbled in bewilderment, as he lowered his arm. The Slayer didn't react. He remained motionless as he stared at Frieza.

In the work of an instant, the Slayer slams one boot into the ground creating a small crater, which is quickly followed by lunging forward with incredible speed. Reaching towards Frieza his right hand bawled together forming a fist, and he brought it crashing down toward Frieza's head, his fist only inches from the emperor's face. The impact caused the emperor's head to explode. Purple blood splattered outward through the air, landing heavily upon the ground.

The emperor's body went limp from the force of the blow, falling lifelessly down onto the ground.

Frieza, the emperor of the universe… was dead; and only the Slayer stood victorious.

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A/N: Hey, it's me Goku! Wow! I guess the battle was over before it began, huh. Frieza didn't even stood a chance against him, just makes me wonder how strong he really is, you know? Oh wow, everyone's seeing him as a hero now. I wonder where this will lead into future? Wait, is that someone screaming?

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 4: A VOICE CRIES FOR HELP!

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Chapter 4: A Voice Cries for Help!

King Cold sipped his glass of wine. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, not wanting to open his eyes for a while yet. A feeling progressively overtook him that he didn't like. His fingers tightened around the stem of his drink and he felt the heat rise up from his chest, threatening to burst from it and consume him whole.

Something is wrong.

It had been two days since his beloved son Frieza had last spoken with him. Usually Frieza wouldn't have gone this long without contacting his father. King had tried sending his son messages and even calling him. Nothing. He tried a second time and still nothing. Now he was beginning to worry.

It could be him just being paranoid and all but something about Frieza didn't add up. His first guess would be that something went wrong with his communications or maybe his son's just too busy to call him back. That was more than likely the case since he never calls him unless it's an emergency which isn't exactly a rare occurrence. But if that were the case why haven't they contacted each other before?

King Cold stood from his throne and walked towards the window where he stood there for a while, staring into the void of space. A thought suddenly popped into his head as if by pure coincidence and it made him frown. Maybe Frieza is in trouble.

But... that doesn't make sense. Frieza doesn't need help. At least he hopes not anyway. So what could possibly happen? He nodded to himself and narrowed his eyes, making a quick decision. King Cold returned to his seat, left hand placed onto the arms of the throne and the other holding his glass.

He placed his glass down and began rubbing his thumb against the rim. He took one last look out of the window as the lights of the city faded into view. Staring at it for a moment longer he sighed and stood up.

"Well," King Cold muttered. "Perhaps I should pay my son and the Saiyans a visit. Hmm… wouldn't be a bother for my son for me to invite his brother along the way."

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Bardock blinked, finding water around him. His vision blurry for a moment. His nostrils drug in clean air. He looked cross-eyed down the bridge of his nose to see a breathing apparatus stuck to his face.

He turned his attention to everything around him, and saw he was in a tank of some sort. Outside its glass was a room with rounded white walls, and several pieces of machinery, ranging from monitors to what looked like large computer consoles of some kind.

Medical Machine

It was the first words Bardock could think of. His body wasn't in as much pain as it had been when he was last conscious.

Looking around the room, he saw a single Saiyan nurse working on some of the computers near the pod he was being kept in. Bardock could tell he was healed, and he felt stronger than ever. His near death had boosted his power, thanks to his Saiyan blood.

The Saiyan nurse stopped what she was doing to look over at Bardock. She smiled softly when she saw her patient was awake.

"You're awake." She said softly. "Hold on, let me empty the container."

The Saiyan nurse turned back to one of the computers. Punching a few buttons, Bardock watched as the liquid drained out of the container. The hatch popped open and the Saiyan nurse stood before Bardock.

"Hope you enjoyed your little vacation." She said cheerfully. "It sure beats laying around in bed all day."

Bardock blinked, pulling the apparatus off his face. "How… How long was I out?"

"Not that long, about two days. You got pretty lucky though Bardock, the doctors and I thought you might not make it."

The Saiyan nurse pointed at a nearby table. "Your new set of armor and bodysuit are right over there."

Bardock nodded his head, walking over to said table. The sleeveless bodysuit was black, most like every Saiyan would wear. Like the last one, his armor had shoulder pads and on either side. Arm length blue sleeves laid beside his armor on the table, and his boots rested next to them.

Bardcok grabbed one blue arm sleeve and pulled it on, testing out how it fit. Satisfied with the fit he slides one hand through the opening, feeling the softness of the fabric, but also how flexible it was. Bardock flexed his hand and arms experimentally. He slides the last sleeve onto his arm, and turns to the nurse.

"Tell me, where's my team and Gine? I thought I heard one of them in here earlier?" Bardock asked, looking around the room.

The Saiyan nurse trained her eyes on her clipboard. Scribbling notes down before answering. "Oh, they're outside the tower. They've been waiting for you to wake up, specifically Gine. Poor girl was worried sick when you still didn't wake up the other day." She paused. "I take it easy if I were you. That massive attack from Frieza did a lot of number on you. So it would be wise for you to get some needed rest."

Bardock chuckled. "Oh, yeah? Well, I wouldn't know, I'm not wise!."

"Heh, you're not?"

"No."

The Saiyan nurse snickered. "You sure?" She asked.

He nodded. "Yeah."

The Saiyan nurse shook her head. "Oh, I think you're wise! How else could you take on the assignments that you do and still be alive?"

Bardock shrugged. "I know how to fight. That's all. It doesn't take a whole lot of brains to be a great fighter."

Once fully clothed again Bardock walks towards the door. The door pulls up smoothly as he passes through it and shuts behind him. Starting down the hallway, Bardock continues to follow the signs towards the exit, heading outside towards his team, still waiting patiently.

As he makes his way closer to his team, everyone turns to face him. Gine smiles brightly as she runs toward him, grabbing him into a hug. Bardock returns the gesture, squeezing the young woman tightly.

"Hey Gine," he says happily. "I worried you again, huh?"

She lets go of the embrace, standing back slightly to look Bardock in the eye with her hands on her hips. "Of course you did! You were unconscious for three days! We were all worried sick!"

A small grin formed on Bardock's lips. "Sorry about that…" He says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Torah steps up to Bardock and lightly punches his arm. "Well, you're still breathing, so we have no need for worry." He says matter of factly. He clicked his Scouter watching the units dialing down and smirks. "Whoa ho ho, jeez Bardock. Now that I got a read on you, you've gotten way stronger. Your at a power level of ten-thousand!"

Gine gasps at the news. "Really?!"

"Yes, really." Torah says proudly. "It's just as the saying goes: When a Saiyan recovers from the kind of damage an opponent dished out to them, they only become that much more powerful."

Fasha smirked slightly, crossing her arms and leaning against a wall. "Bardock's not the only one who's got a boost of power."

"Is that right? Where are you guys currently at?" Bardock asked curiously.

"I'm at eight-thousand." Torah replied.

"Six-thousand on my end." Shugesh pipes in.

"Nine-thousand for me." Borgos adds.

"And I'm at seven thousand." Fasha finishes.

Bardock grinned at his friends. But it faltered quickly when remnants of memories came flooding back to him.

Images of the armored man saving him, stopping the burning sphere and saving Planet Vegeta and the Saiyans from complete annihilation. Witnessing his brute strength and power as he defeated both the Frieza force and the Ginyu force with ease. Facing off against Frieza himself and successfully and victoriously defeating him.

Bardock blinked and shook his head. He glanced at Torah who seemed to sense the change in his mood as well.

"Where's the armored warrior?" Bardock asked curiously.

Torah crossed his arms. "Well, after you passed out he took off. That was two days ago. We haven't seen hide or hair of him since then." He continued. "I could be wrong, but I have a strong feeling that I may know where he might be."

Everyone's attention is drawn to Torah now.

"What do you mean?" Bardock asks.

"Well, while you were busy healing your wounds, I went out to search for him during my free time. It was a bit difficult to find, because he has a tendency to vanish whenever he feels threatened." Torah pauses. "Again, it's just a feeling but if he's there, then that's where I think he is."

Bardock nodded his head. "Then that's where we should go. Come on."

Bardock took off into the air, followed by Gine and his teammates. They soared high above the trees that dotted the landscape below, looking straight ahead at their destination. Soon enough, they could see it in the distance.

It seemed like a long flight to reach the outskirts of their destination. The air had felt thick between them. None of them had spoken since they had started flying. The only sounds they heard was the wind whipping past their ears and the occasional rustling of leaves. Bardock kept his gaze ahead, focusing more on where they were going instead of staring ahead at the scenery.

They flew through the forest, the trees passing beneath them. It wasn't long until they finally began to descend and land. Their surroundings were lush green with large trees covering nearly the entire terrain, save for a cave in the distance.

At first glance it seems completely ordinary to Bardock. A cave made of stone, covered with vines that had grown to wrap tightly around its entrance.

Bardock, Gine, and his teammates walk quietly down the path towards the cave. There was no sign of life anywhere in sight. No signs of any living beings that Bardock could see. Not even a bird chirping could be heard. It seemed that no creature had inhabited this area for years.

They all hauled immediately when a big thud shook the ground. Everyone stopped moving, turning around, preparing themselves for an attack. As they turn though, they're met with an intimidating familiar figure.

The armored man stood five meters away from them. They could barely see his eyes behind his tinted visor as he glared at them.

"Whoa.." Shugesh breathed out as they all stared in surprise. “My Scouter didn't even pick him up."

"Did he knew we were coming..?" Gine whispered fearfully.

Bardock remained firm in his stance however. His eyes remained steady, unflinching and unwavering under the stare of the armoured man.

Bardock slightly smiles. "I was hoping you'd be here."

The armored man's glare shifted towards Bardock.

"I never got to thank you for saving my life. As well as saving our planet and our race from Frieza." Bardock said respectfully. "For that, I am grateful. I won't forget what you did for us for as long as I live."

The armored man's glare slightly softened. The fire within his gaze dimmed considerably.

Bardock smiled once more. "If you don't mind, I'd like to know your name. If you have one."

Silence was his only response.

Shugesh leaned close to Borgos and whispered. "Man, he's really not much of a talker is he?"

Borgos shrugged, his eyes still on the armored warrior in front of them.

Gine took one step close to the armored man drawing his gaze towards her and her hands clasped together. "Please, as the savior of the Saiyan race, we really want to know. I want to know the man who saved my mate."

The armored man narrowed his eyes at Gine. Silence was his only reply.

"Please?"

His expression remained blank. He reached down from the ground, grabbing some sticks from the pile of broken wood nearby before placing them close to Gine's feet. Each stick he placed was lined up in letters that spell out his name.

Once finished, he backed up allowing the group to gather close. Given a chance to read the armored man's name in wooden lettering.

Gine read aloud.

"Doom Slayer."

"Doom Slayer?" Shugesh echoed, reading it aloud.

Torah nodded. "It suits him."

Everyone looked back at the armored man known as Doom Slayer. He stood silently with his arms crossed, his face stoic. Besides his narrowed eyes, which gave away how little emotion he really had, his whole posture was tense.

Bardock cleared his throat, catching the Slayer's attention.

"Thanks for your help Doom Slayer. We truly owe you one." Bardock smiled. He held out his hand for Doom Slayer to shake. The Slayer simply stared at it unblinkingly. Bardock retracted his arm slightly frowning.

Suddenly, Bardock, Gine, and his teammate's Scouters went off. They picked up syllables of words here and there as the team's communication devices started to vibrate.

'This is Paragus. To anyone who is listening, this is an SOS signal! I, and my son are currently stuck on an barren planet called Vampa. We need assistance as soon as possible! This is the last transmission before we shut down!'

The transmission cut off.

"Paragus..?" Bardock whispered with familiarity.

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The Slayer sat in his seat, arms crossed, leaned back, staring into the void behind the glass. Bardock sat next to him as he steered the ship toward their destination with his teammates behind them.

Through the journey the Slayer learned some things from them. He learned that Bardock was a Saiyan as well as his mate, his teammates, and everyone on Planet Vegeta. They are sort of like planet brokers. Scouring space for planets that brought a high price on the galactic market. Once they were found, they sent warriors there to purge them of any life and make them ready for sale. He was told it was a very, very profitable business and they take great pride in being efficient in their work.

Purging life? The Slayer scowled. He did not like that at all. It sounded like something out of the olden times, barbaric ways.

"Bardock, how close are we?" Torah suddenly asked behind the cockpit.

"We're almost there. According to our scanners, our destination should be in range soon." Bardock replied.

There was a soft hum before the ship began moving again. The Slayer turned to look out the window. He saw nothing. No sun or moon to indicate where exactly they were headed. All he could see was endless blackness.

"Five years," Bardock muttered to himself. "That's how long it's been since our last meeting. Since he disappeared.." Bardock let the thought sink in before speaking once more. "I've been wondering where Paragus might have gone off to. Last I remember, he left the planet without saying a word."

"I'm sure we'll get our answers once we reach Vampa." Torah stated.

"Hope it got some food I'm starving!" Shugesh said from his place in the back seat.

Fasha glanced at Shugesh, chuckling. "Why didn't you eat before we left?"

"Because I wanted to meet the strong guy!" Shugesh grinned, turning his gaze at the Slayer. "I mean come on you guys. We all can't deny how incredibly strong the Doom Slayer is." Shugesh plants his fist into his palm. "Hey Slayer. When we get back, we should have a one-on-one match!"

Torah shook his head and chuckled. "Shugesh, you saw what Slayer did to Frieza right?"

"Yeah so?"

"And yet you still want to fight him?"

"Ha! Of course I do!"

Torah and Bardock laughed along with Fasha and Borgos.

The Slayer raised a brow as he listened to their banter. He could sense their confidence and pride radiating off of them. He couldn't understand why they would want to have a match with him. Why would they challenge the strongest guy on the ship? That seemed pointless.

"Alright team." The Slayer heard Bardock say. "We're here."

Everyone turned their gaze straight outside the window and saw a large yellow-ish green planetoid ahead. Bardock steered the ship closer, slowly closing in on the planet.

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A/N: Hey, it's me Goku! Hmm... so Doom Slayer is his name huh. Heh, heh, sounds scary but with his appearance it definitely fits him. But all's well that ends well, Planet Vegeta is saved from Frieza's tyranny. Wait a minute, who are those guys? They look just like Frieza! Oh no, looks like the Saiyans are in deep trouble. Doomguy, Bardock, you guys gotta hurry back!

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 5: KING COLD AND COOLER'S ARRIVAL!

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Chapter 5: King Cold and Cooler’s Arrival

The landing was rough. Torah, Fasha, Borgos, and Shugesh clenched the arms of their seat as the ship stuttered to a halt on the ground, and unbuckled themselves. Getting to their feet they start towards the platform that was the entrance to the ship.

With Bardock taking the lead, they all descended to the platform. The Slayer jumped onto the dark yellow ground and looked around.

Vampa had a surface that consists of a yellow sky and rocky wastelands as far as the eye can see. The ground is littered with massive craters, some filled with green pools of liquid, while others lay empty.

Shugesh surveyed the area, crossing his arms. "So this is where Paragus has been hanging out, huh?"

Torah stepped up to Shugesh's side looking around.

"Looks like it." His voice trailed off for a moment as his eyes landed on a ship in the distance. "That must be his ship."

They all walked over to the ship. As Bardock approached he noticed the holes burned through the roof, likely by whatever creatures attacked the ship. His eyes slightly narrowed.

"These wounds were made by a beast of unknown origin." Bardock murmured, stroking the cool metal of the ship.

Torah studied the damaged ship. "Judging by how beat up it looks, I can say that whatever attacked it must've been big."

Fasha stand to Torah's side, her hands on her hips. "Well, the sooner we find him, the sooner we can get off this lifeless rock."

"Hey!"

Everyone snapped their heads toward the source of the voice. On their knees breathing heavily was a tall and well-muscled old Saiyan.

He had noticeable wrinkles with slightly darker skin and long gray hair while sporting a full beard, and a long scar running down his left eye. He wore a standard black Saiyan armor with small yellow shoulder-padding and midsection. He also wore a blue legless bottom, white gloves, white boots with yellow tips, long white cape with a big collar around his neck, and tail drape loosely around his waist.

Bardock blinked, recognizing the old Saiyan. Bardock and his teammates came to Paragus side and helped him up to stand.

"Long time no see old man." Bardock spoke first, smiling.

Paragus turned to Bardock, his eyes widening. "Bardock..?"

Bardock nodded his head, "Yeah, me, remember?"

Paragus slowly nodded his head. "I do…"

Paragus looked at the group standing in front of him. Bardock and his teammates backed up, allowing Paragus to stand on his own two feet. 'What a reunion..' he thought to himself. It felt like he hadn't seen them since he left Planet Vegeta.

He turned his attention back to Bardock. He chuckled. "I never thought I see the day where we would meet again like this. You've grown into quite a fine man, Bardock."

Bardock smiled broadly. "And you've grown old and grey." He motioned to Paragus's outfit. "Looks like you still haven't changed much."

Paragus let out another chuckle. "Oh Bardock, I have not."

Shugesh stood next to Barrock. He stroked his chin with one hand. "So you're Paragus, huh. So you're the one who made that distress signal?"

Paragus nodded. "Yes, that was me. My spaceship was damaged years ago. I'd almost given up hope that we'd ever make it off this cursed planet. But finally, someone has come for us."

"Yeah, which reminds me," Bardock said turning towards Paragus. "You mentioned in your last transmission that you had a son. Is he around here?"

Paragus nodded. "Yes, he is." He looked beyond the rocky wastelands. "He's probably out there eating his afternoon lunch so I'll…" His eyes trailed past Bardock and his teammates to the Slayer. "Bardock… Who is he?"

Bardock turned his gaze towards the Slayer. He smiled with pride. "That's the man who saved my life and the savior of Planet Vegeta."

Fasha stepped up next to Bardock, nodding towards the Slayer. "He's the first ever fighter to go toe-to-toe with Frieza and defeat him." She smirked at the Slayer. Paragus's eyes widened at this statement, his eyebrows raising.

"He…He defeated Frieza?!" Paragus's jaw nearly dropped open.

Torah smiled proudly. "He sure did."

Shugesh triumphantly grinned. "He didn't just defeat him, he killed him!"

Paragus was at a loss for words. Frieza is dead? And this armored stranger defeated him? No. How could this be possible? Frieza's power was beyond anything Paragus could even imagine. Each of his transformations doubles his stamina and strength that makes anyone's power like an anthill next to a mountain.

Yet despite this, Paragus cannot help but feel his heart swell. To think that this warrior, this man who had taken on the toughest tyrant of the galaxy, managed to overcome such an enemy and kill him at that. Paragus was truly astonished.

"Bit of a heads up though," Bardock added, narrowing his eyes at Paragus. "He's kinda quiet and has a raging temper when you piss him off. So for your sake, try to avoid angering him."

Paragus nodded hastily. "Of course." His eyes wandered towards the Slayer once more. "What's his name?"

Bardock crossed his arms. "We don't know his name but only the title he goes by: Doom Slayer."

Paragus nodded his head. Doom Slayer. It sounded ancient, mystical and powerful. If he was able to face down Frieza without breaking a sweat then he certainly must be strong, worthy to be Planet Vegeta's savior. Maybe even…

Suddenly, everyone's Scouters came to life when a voice called out from their devices. "Bardock. Bardock can you hear me!"

Bardock quickly answered his com. "Gine? What's wrong?"

A loud bang was heard coming from Gine's end. "Trouble! King Cold and Cooler are here and their troops are already—"

The com went silent.

"Gine? Gine!" Bardock shouted into his com. Silence followed. Bardock clenched his fist, cursing under his breath. "Damn it." He glanced at his team members, and Paragus. "You all got that right?"

Torah's expression was grim. "I'd say so."

Paragus's eyes narrowed. "King Cold and Cooler. Hmm… I haven't seen Cooler since I was a child. If I'm correct, Frieza's brother is even more of a monster in strength and speed then he is." He cupped his chin in thought. "Fighting those two is out of the question, they'll wipe us out in an instant if we try. Even if we gather up with all the Saiyans on our side we may not win." He rubbed his jaw. "But with the Slayer and my son we might still have a chance against them."

Borgos raised a brow in confusion. "Wait, what do you mean with your son?"

"Yeah, I'm with Borgos," Fasha agreed. "What do you mean by that? How strong is your son exactly?"

Paragus let out a humorless laugh. "His power is greater than mine, or at least as great as the average Saiyan's powers. I have no doubt he'll defeat either of the two."

Paragus rolled his body around. Looking up to the yellow sky he inhaled deeply through his nose, then exhaling sharply through his mouth. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and shouted out to the heavens.

"Broly!"

A sudden whistle of the wind was heard in the distance. It grew louder and louder until it became an overwhelming blast that shook everything around them. The ground began vibrating violently. Rocks and dust blew from the nearby mountains, some were sent flying up into the air before landing back onto the plain. A giant thud shook the ground.

The entire group turned toward the source of the sound. All eyes fell on a small yet muscular young man who was bare chested with nothing but an attire consisting of blue skin-tight pants with white boots that have a yellow striping at the toes. He also wears a green fur pelt draped around his waist and flows on the backside. A noticeable steel collar wrapped around his neck, wearing blue wristbands and his tail hanging out.

His skin was tanner than normal, his hair reached down to his upper back and was overgrown and spiky. He had a scar across his left cheek, left bicep, and an "X"-shaped scar on his left pectoral reaching over his left shoulder and two smaller ones on the upper-left of his abdomen, which is his most notable feature.

He slowly stood up from his one-knee position. His arms were spread out as if he was preparing himself for whatever battle may await him now that he was standing upright on his feet. He glanced over towards the group, catching sight of Bardock.

Everyone except Paragus and the Slayer's eyes widened upon seeing him for the first time. Their Scouters beeping. Dialing in the units of the young Saiyan's battle power. The screen lit up with yellow numbers displayed on it.

25,000...

26,000...

27,000...

28,000...

29,000...

The readings climbed higher and higher, causing Fasha to stumble back as the emerald lens shattered, shortly before exploding on her head. Shugesh followed her also, as his readings halted at a much higher count than before.

"3-30,000?!" Shugesh gasped, staring wide eyed at his screen.

Paragus walked up beside Broly, placing his hand on his shoulder, looking back at Bardock, his teammates, and the Slayer. "Everyone, this is Broly. My son." He glanced at Broly. "And with his help, he'll be the second key to our victory."

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An ocean crowd of Saiyans gathered along the helipad where the massive ship was parked. Many of them were scared; some worried while others were terrified. They stared at the enormous spaceship, awaiting a sign from the crew.

The platform slowly lowered itself onto the metal roof.

A deep familiar voice came out from inside the ship.

"Hmm… I never thought I would return here again."

Descending from the platform, two tall beings emerged from the ship. King Cold and his son, Cooler.

The King's skin was purple, so was the gem on his head, the armor on his wrists was white. He wore a red cape and black battle armor with yellow sections. His height is inconsistent, at his smallest. His height is similar to that of second form Frieza, while at his largest he ranks among the tallest. His physical appearance is very similar to his sons', looking nearly identical to Frieza in his second form, with the exception of him being even more muscular, and possessing horns with lines on them.

Cooler's appearance is similar to that of his brother's Final Form, though his skin is deep purple as opposed to the pure white of his brother. He is also much taller than Frieza. Along with this, Cooler has a distinctively more masculine appearance, who is leaner built. He also sports several armor-like carapaces on his chest, shoulders, shins, and head.

Following behind the two were Cooler's squad.

A turquoise humanoid alien followed next to Cooler's side. They had short blond hair that is curled to the left. He wears the same upper body armor as his comrades, and he dons a full-length bodysuit that is purple in color. Being of the Brench-seijin, he has several similarities in appearance to his cousin Jeice.

Behind the turquoise alien, came a large, green-skinned humanoid alien with long black hair reaching down his lower back. He wears the same upper body armor as his comrades, a white helmet with a brown center, and is equipped with a yellow Scouter. He didn't wear any lower body armor, save for purple underwear.

Finally, following behind the last alien, was a tall, brown reptilian humanoid. He had big yellow eyes, pointy ears, wearing similar upper body armor as his comrades, and a partial purple jumpsuit that covers his torso to his thighs. He wears a blue scouter that is connected to a head strap.

King Cold and Cooler walked towards the crowd of Saiyans with a smile plastered on Cold's face while Cooler's eyes narrowed. The Saiyans stepped forward for them to approach.

Cooler shook his head. "This is such a waste of time; I don't even know why you bothered bringing me here father."

Cold chuckled, shaking his head. "Now, now, no need to be so negative. We're only here to see how your brother is doing."

Cooler grunted, crossing his arms. "So it seems. May I remind you that me and Frieza don't get along well. So why bother going through this effort?"

King Cold's lips twitched slightly upwards. "Why wouldn't we go through the trouble of coming together just to check in on one of our own. Besides, I haven't heard from your brother for two days now. Which is still an oddity." He looked past the crowd of Saiyans. "I just need to be sure that my doubts are allayed."

Cooler closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine. The sooner we check if my arrogant of a brother is fine and well, the sooner we can leave this rock."

King Cold looks to the crowd, seeing a familiar figure dodging through the mass of Saiyans. "Ah, it's been a long time yet again, King Vegeta."

King Vegeta stopped in front of King Cold as the crowd parted for him. Focusing his eyes on the king, he extended his hand towards King Cold.

"It's an honor to have you here again, Great King Cold."

King Cold scoffed softly. "Normally I wouldn't come here for a mere greeting, so I won't take your time for too long and just get straight to our true business. I haven't heard a word from Frieza in the last few days and I've grown a bit concerned." He paused. "Could you happen to know of Frieza's whereabouts?"

Vegeta shook his head. "No, I cannot tell you for certain where Frieza is. If I'd known I would've told you."

King Cold raised a brow. "So he just left without saying a word? Hmm… that sounds very much unlike my son."

Cooler nodded in agreement. "I agree, sounds rather peculiar indeed." He narrows his eyes at King Vegeta. "And you don't sound sincere with your answer, King Vegeta. I don't like liars and liars are something I despise. You seem to be hiding something from both me, and my father."

King Cold folded his arms, looking sternly into King Vegeta's eyes. "You should be cautious when talking about things like these, Vegeta." His tone darkened. "We could find ourselves fighting against each other soon enough. I would hate for you to lose against someone like myself or my son because of your carelessness.." He paused. "King Vegeta, I'm going to ask you a question and I want a sincere answer." He reached his hand out to grasp King Vegeta's head. He squeezed it. "Do you or do you not know where my son is? Yes…or no?"

King Vegeta growled, attempting to push away. But to no avail.

"Well?"

King cold clenched his grasps tighter.

"Your son is dead!"

Gine dodges through the mass of Saiyans, pushing her way out of the group. As she reaches the helipad, her legs wobble under her as she tries to stay standing. After catching her breath, she turns her attention to King Cold. She took a step forward.

"He was slain by the savior of our planet!" She shouted, masking her fear, trying to remain strong.

King Cold tightened his grip on King Vegeta's head. "Killed you say?"

Cooler chuckled darkly. "I'm not surprised. It was only a matter of time before his arrogance got the better of him." He laughed. "I always knew he would've been killed by these Saiyans one day."

"He wasn't killed by a Saiyan." Gine stated.

Cold's grip loosened as he gazed at Gine.

"Alright, enlighten me. If not a Saiyan then who?" Asked Cooler.

Gine turned her gaze to Cooler. "The savior who killed Frieza was the Doom Slayer himself."

King Cold and Cooler exchanged glances with each other.

"Doom Slayer…" Cooler echoed. Raising a brow. "What a strange name."

King Cold releases his grip on King Vegeta's head. He steps forward, closing the distance between himself and Gine. "So Doom Slayer is his name," he commented. "Well, where is this 'Doom Slayer,' I'd like to have a word with him."

Gine stares up into King Cold's eyes. "H-He's not here." She stammered. "But he's on his way back. That I can assure you of."

King Cold smirked faintly. "Good. That saves me the time of going to him myself. In fact," said King Cold. "Until he arrives, we shall remain here in wait for him to arrive." He smiled sinisterly. "It will give me plenty of time to be entertained."

A chill crept up the spine of everyone within a radius of one-hundred feet. Everyone froze. They stared at King Cold in fear and horror.

King Cold glances at Cooler. "Cooler, why don't you have a go with King Vegeta; perhaps you could test your newfound strength against him."

Cooler scoffed, turning away from King Cold. "Oh please, that weakling ape can hardly stand up to me. No way would he ever dare fight me in combat." He looked around at the Saiyans. "I'll be honest, father. I don't know who this 'Doom Slayer,' think he is but no one attacks our family and lives. No one!." He turns to his troops. "Salza, Dore, Neiz. You three should be more than enough to annihilate these weaklings. Make sure you purge every one of these Saiyans here, that includes the rest of you!"

Salza, Dore, Neiz, and King Cold's soldiers saluted, marching forward towards Gine and King Vegeta. The Saiyans began to crouch in a battle stance.

Gine gulped, taking a few hesitant steps backwards but stopped when a thud shook ground from behind her. She whirled around, only to find that another Saiyan had arrived.

He was a man of above-average height with long dark hair kept tied back. His beard grew out from his chin as his body was clad in armor, the shoulder pads out to the sides with a blue body suit beneath, and his tail wrapped about on his waist.

The crowd of Saiyans parted, allowing him to enter. The newcomer stood at the center of the clearing, gazing at King Cold and Cooler in silence.

Cooler spoke first. "And who might you be?" He questioned.

The newcomer narrowed his eyes at Cooler. "Kolard." He answered. Turning his head to look at Gine, he walked up beside her. "Don't worry about it Gine. They won't harm a single hair on your head." He gently pats her on the head. "I'll take things from here."

Gine nodded. "Okay. But be careful, alright?"

Kolard nodded. He returned his narrowing gaze to King Cold and Cooler and starts forward.

Cooler sighed, lowering his head while shaking. "I don't have time for this nonsense. You," pointing a finger at one Cold soldier. "Deal with this fool."

"Yes Lord Cooler!" replied the soldier kneeling on one knee and placing one hand to his heart. He stood up, facing Kolard while keeping his guard lowered. Kolard stopped in front of the soldier. His gaze hardened slightly.

Kolard slowly approached the soldier, causing him to take two small steps backward. A smirk formed on the soldier's face. He let out a laugh and charged straight toward the Saiyan, bringing his arm down and swinging wildly.

Only for said arm to hit air.

He raised an eyebrow at the sight of an empty space where Kolard used to stand. He stared blankly ahead, searching for any signs of the Saiyan. The soldier blinked in confusion until he felt a force slam into the side of his face, knocking him off his feet. He landed with a heavy thud on the ground, his back arching from the impact. Panting heavily, he looks upward. The soldier finds himself staring directly into Kolard's glaring black eyes.

"You let your overconfidence undo you." Kolard says, aiming a hand down at the Cold soldier. "Now pay the price." The blast burst from his hand. When he looked back, there was nothing but a crater.

The crowd of Saiyans looked in shock and astonishment while King Vegeta proudly smirked at Kolard's quick victory.

Kolard looked at the Cold soldiers. As well as Cooler's three squadrons. "Whoever else wants to fight," he announces. "Come!"

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A/N: Hey, it's me Goku! Whoa! Who's that Kolard guy, he looks really strong and took out that Cold soldier in a flash! He's able to hold his own against the squadrons but what about Cooler and King Cold? Are they even stronger then Frieza? Just hang on for a bit longer Kolard, they're on their way!

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 6: REIGN OF DOOM!

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Chapter 6: Reign of Doom

Kolard launched forward to punch one Cold soldier hard across the face as he built an orb of energy in his hands.

It vanished when he received the hit, sending the soldier flying backwards. The soldier's partner tried to throw a punch at Kolard. However, Kolard caught their fist midair. He brought his free hand down, slamming it into their chest. Charging a ball of energy close to said chest and exploded from the soldier's body, throwing them back and crashing onto the ground. Another Cold soldier charged forward. Kolard grabbed him by the collar, lifting him from the ground. With his free hand, he threw the Cold soldier far out from the helipad and into a wall, shattering the building.

The remaining five Cold soldiers all fired energy shots at Kolard. He whirled around deflecting all the shots with the swing of his hand. He spun back around, charging another ball of energy from his right palm. He thrust the ball forward. The ball flew towards the six soldiers in a straight line, colliding into the chest of their leader. Their bodies disintegrated into dust, leaving nothing to remain.

As Kolard stood there in the air staring blankly at the destruction before him, his eyes darted to his left upon seeing another soldier charge towards him. Kolard sidestepped, darting up and ran his knee into his jaw. He howled in pain and anger as he was tossed back, but flipped once and was facing him again, attempting to throw another punch. But Kolard anticipated this.

Kolard quickly spun around and jabbed his elbow into the soldier's face, knocking him back. He dashed in front of the enemy, delivering a punch to his face. This sent the soldier flying back, landing hard on the ground. His attention is diverted when another cold soldier charges towards him, shooting a projectile beam towards Kolard. Kolard deftly dodges the beam, spinning on the spot. He throws a right hook towards the soldier's gut. It connects with the soldier, causing all the breath to leave the soldier's lungs. His eyes widened in terror as blood begins to trickle from the corners of his mouth.

Kolard slowly looms above him. With one swift movement, he kicked the soldier in the neck. Blood spurts from the soldier's mouth, falling to the ground. His body falls limp.

Kolard stands still for a moment, looking down at Salza, Dore, and Neiz who're already blasting off towards him. Aiming with their palms they charged big energy balls at him from several different angles. Kolard easily deflected each shot with his arm and leg.

Neiz lunged towards Kolard. He swung his fist, attempting to hit him in the back. However, Kolard quickly ducked to avoid the blow. Using Neiz' own momentum against him, swinging his other hand down and grabbing Neiz' arms in his fingers. Then using his free hand, Kolard pushed Neiz backwards, sending him tumbling onto the ground. A second later Neiz landed on his stomach, rolling onto his back.

Dore raised his hands, unleashing a barrage of blasts at Kolard from multiple directions. He barely managed to move his head to evade any of the attacks. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he felt his breath leaving his lungs. Looking down he finds Salza's knee digging into his stomach. With a grunt, he threw a punch at him which said punch turned into a heated brawl that trailed along the entire edge of the helipad.

Each knuckle that connected with the other caused a wind-like shockwave to spread outward, creating small ripples in the air. Despite the speed of the punches and kicks, Salza was able to keep Kolard at bay, even if they were exchanging blows like this.

Kolard was thrown backwards landing with his feet on the dirt. Snapping his head up, Salza came diving down with his fist cocked back. In his peripheral vision, Kolard could see Neiz blasting off towards him, rushing his leg up at him. Without thinking, Kolard rolled aside.

Salza's fist hit air as said fist plunged through the ground. Neiz's kick didn't land its mark, causing him to blink in bewilderment and scanned his surroundings. Salza glanced down to where Kolard had been standing just seconds ago. When his eyes darted up to the sky, they widened in surprise as he found Kolard high above him, lifting one hand and aiming it at him. Before Salza could even react, Kolard flung a ball of energy directly at him.

The ball connected and engulfed both Salza and Neiz. The duo had enough time to scream before being incinerated completely. Once the blast dissipated and the area was silent, Kolard slowly lowered his hand. Instantly, Kolard's hand snapped up at the last second, and he turned, catching Dore's hand in his, narrowing his eyes at him.

Dore's eyes widened in shock. Such speed! He barely saw it coming, and at how easily the Saiyan blocked him, and jerked him towards him causing Dore to yelp not even given time to react when he saw Kolard's knee rush up catching him by the gut. Making him bend over gasping in pain. But he didn't give him time to recover as he aimed his hand at him once more, a big blue ball of energy built up in his hand with electricity spewing out from jagged patterns, and fired.

Dore didn't have time to dodge.

Deep down Kolard's heart, he felt grim satisfaction when his attack met its mark and he heard Dore let out a wail in pain as he was sent flying over the horizon with the blast. Everyone watched as the blast exploded from a mile away, creating a bright light and expanding outward until it faded away. Everyone waited anxiously for a few moments before Kolard sighed, lowering his hand. Slowly, he lands back to the ground next to King Vegeta.

King Vegeta looked up at him, his curled up to a smirk. "Nice performance."

Kolard glances down at the king, returning his grin. "I have my father to thank. He taught me well."

Kolard darted his eyes to King Cold and Cooler, glaring at them.

Cooler crossed his arms, staring blankly at Kolard. "Not bad, Kolard. Your power has served you well during that battle; however," he closed his eyes for a moment. "Your power is nothing more but an ant to a mountain's height."

Kolard narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure about that? I just took out three of your men along with King Cold's forces without trouble; and those three didn't even stand a chance. But if you're still in doubt, why not come and face me yourself? Then and only then we will see who is stronger."

Cooler smirked at this, taking a step toward Kolard. "Very well then. At least fighting you will probably keep me from getting bored."

Kolard gets into a battle stance. "Then I won't disappoint you."

Kolard and Cooler locked eyes. Neither of the two moved while Kolard used this moment to retreat in his thoughts. After clocking Cooler's battle power a minute ago, he knows that he can't win against him in a one-on-one battle. Hopefully Gine has contacted Bardock, his team along with the savior and they're on their way back; hopefully the savior can beat the both of them. If they are on their way, he'll need to buy as much time as possible to keep Cooler from killing everyone.

Kolard was the first to strike. He launched forward, swinging his foot to roundhouse Cooler, but he was fast. He dodged to the side and used his tail to wrap around his foot, causing Kolard to yelp as he was flipped over, landing roughly on his back. Cooler rushed his tail up with Kolard's foot in his grasp, lifting him up in the air and throwing him forward. The King Vegeta along with the crowd of saiyans immediately moved to the side as they all watched Kolard sent flying past them.

He was sent flying so hard and fast he had no opportunity to straighten himself out and regain control before he slammed into one of the nearby towers. He had managed to slow himself just enough so that the entire formation didn't fall apart on him on impact. He did however get his body indented into the wall of it, and had to pry himself out, gasping in pain.

Unbelievable, he thought. All that power from the flick of his tail and now my whole body feels numb from the impact. If I'm not too careful, he could really kill me.

He gritted his teeth in anger, feeling his chest rising and falling erratically. On your feet. I can't beat him—but with my strength, it should suffice by holding him off long enough until the others get here. He inhaled deeply and focused his attention back onto Cooler who was floating in the air. Smirking down at him with his arms still crossed.

"How disappointing." Cooler sneered. "I expected better from you, Saiyan. At least try to impress me."

Kolard stood up, wiping some of his blood from his nose. He clenched his fists together and tried to ignore the intense pain coursing through his body. Launching forward, he punched Cooler hard across the face.

Though he received the hit, he recovered swiftly, rushing in a kick at his right side. He was sent crashing into the ground and slid a good way before managing to get back to his feet and rush back up toward him. He charges a blast in his hand, and throws his hand up sending it rocketing out at him. Cooler launched upward to avoid it, however, Kolard had anticipated his movements.

He darted up and ran his knee into his jaw. But he didn't howl in pain. Instead, he quickly caught on to his intentions and jumped backward before jumping into action. With a swing of his arm he shot a beam of energy towards Kolard, but he ducked out of the way. With that, Cooler dashed forward, slamming his fist into Kolard's stomach. He doubled over groaning in pain while Cooler swung his tail to connect with his head sending him hard towards the ground.

His eyes glowed in bright crimson and shot out two rays of beams from said eyes. Kolard raised his left arm in front of his face to block the attack, sending him spinning out of control through the air. He caught himself before he hit the ground, looking down to see his left arm had been wounded rather harshly, the glove dissolved and blood seeping from his broken flesh. He narrowed his eyes and ignored the pain, looking up in shock to see Cooler nose-to-nose with him.

He slightly jumped, throwing a roundhouse kick to the side of his head and sending Kolard soaring by the force of the kick. Cooler vanished from where he floated and reappeared behind Kolard, back flipping and spiked him up again which caused Kolard to howl in pain as he straightened himself in the air.

Aiming his hand out at Cooler with a grunt, a ball of orange energy quickly builds up in his hand. Cooler's eyes slightly widened, seeing the ball increasing in size.

"Tyrantical!" Kolard cried and a massive wave of orange ki rushed from his palm.

Cooler swerved just in time to avoid it head on. Snapping his head back at his attacker, he shoots another eye beam at him, hitting Kolard's right shoulder pad and destroying it completely. He was sent back but Kolard was quick to recover from the blow. Both of them flew at each other, brawling at each other. They trailed along the city, dodging and deflecting each other's punches and kicks. It wasn't long before Cooler landed a strong punch on Kolard's cheek, causing him to stumble backwards and blood gushed from his mouth. Kolard grit his teeth, pushing down the burning pain shooting through his cheek, and glared at Cooler.

"Come on now, Kolard," Cooler taunted. "I know you must have something left within your system. Let's see what else I can do to break you down."

Cooler lunged forward in the blink of an eye, aiming a kick aimed straight at his face. At the very last second Kolard brought his arms up in a cross blocking the blow. He winced at the pressure that pushed against his arms and held his ground. He gritted his teeth as he felt his muscles begin to weaken beneath his weight. His hands trembled, barely able to withstand the force of the attack.

Cooler chuckled darkly at this sight. As he lowered his leg Kolard threw himself aside and rolled to dodge his incoming kick once again. With a roar Kolard grabbed hold of Cooler's foot, forcing him to release him before twisting himself to throw his fist up into his solar plexus. But it was blocked by Cooler's forearm. Both combatants backed away from each other with narrowed eyes as Cooler eyed Kolard cautiously.

"Interesting," Cooler remarked, watching as Kolard shifted to catch his breath. "You Saiyans aren't called warriors for nothing indeed. Though I can't say I expected you to be quite as good as you are."

He grinned at this. "That isn't saying much, though. I've fought many people that never lasted long fighting me unlike you." Cooler laughed coldly, his tails swishing back and forth behind his back. "It's almost laughable just by looking at you. I've only been using an atom seed of my strength and already your power is dropping fast; it's pathetic. And honestly, I don't even see the reason fighting you anymore. You are nothing more but a fly in my web." Cooler continued smirking. "But it matters not. I might as well kill you now and save myself the boredom."

Kolard breathed in sharply, glaring at him through narrowed eyes. "You'll… soon learn that I am not a fly. Nor… am I someone to be underestimated either." He muttered as he slowly got to his battle stance.

"Ah," Cooler smiled wider at Kolard's words. "Still confident, aren't you? Well, I would love to see you prove that statement. But like I have established before, it doesn't matter. No matter what you try, you will never defeat me, it is simply and indisputable fact. You may be an exceptional fighter, but there is nothing you can do about the power that I possess." He slowly closed his eyes. His arms slowly spread out and a purple aura surrounded him. "But if words aren't enough, perhaps something physical would."

Before Kolard had time to react he suddenly felt the ground underneath him shake violently and saw several pillars collapse from the top of the tower and fall to the ground.

"What the….!?" Kolard gasped in horror as he whipped back around and watched the aura surrounding Cooler growing bigger and brighter.

Cooler breathed once and absorbed the aura into himself. The moment the light faded his eyes snapped open, staring into Kolard's stunned gaze. A sharp grin grew on his face, as he bawled both his hands into fist.

"I hope you're ready Kolard, as I said before I've only been using an atom seed." Cooler's eyes narrowed and his grin turned sinister. "Let's see if you can handle a fraction."

In the blink of an eye, he jumped forward. His speed doubled that what it was before. Landing a punch that digs into Kolard's gut and sending him backward, clutching his middle, eyes wide with shock and pain.

As soon as he felt the impact, he instantly began coughing up blood from his busted lip. He grimaced as he wiped at his mouth, watching Cooler approach menacingly.

"So, did you learn anything?" Cold asked mockingly, as he stared down at Kolard.

Kolard grunted, struggling to breathe through his sore ribs. He coughed loudly, spitting out some blood onto the ground. He shook his head, attempting to clear his vision. He took a deep breath before whipping his hand around Cooler's fist, grasping tightly around his wrist. Then, with a mighty tug Kolard flung him across the sky, knocking him off course.

He quickly recovered and flew towards Kolard again, his face a mask of concentration. When they met they were locked into a heated brawl that trailed across the landscape. The crowd of Saiyan's eyes were actually having trouble keeping up.

Despite Kolard's strength and adrenaline rushing through his veins, pushing him onward, he was slowly getting outpaced. It didn't take long for him to be on the ground, battered looking, armor in bits, jumpsuit ripped up, blood all over him, cuts scattered along his skin, panting. Cooler hovering overhead with a victorious smirk on his face.

Kolard looked up at him, wiping blood from a gash on his brow. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he forced air into his aching lungs.

"Well," Cooler huffed. "That certainly wasn't very impressive. But I will admit, it was entertaining. You may come off as somewhat reckless and weak to the masses, but I doubt that will hold for much longer."

Kolard's eyes narrowed. He's obviously got him to a corner, much to his annoyance. Right now he's trying to drain him out and he couldn't find any weaknesses he could exploit. I've faced many strong opponents that were a challenge. Kolard thought, breathing deeply and clenching his fists. But none of them ever came close to the one standing above me at present. His strength, his speed, his intellect, his abilities are beyond compare...

He grit his teeth in determination, a small spark of fury igniting within his chest. Each hit he delivers drains me further. It won't be long before he makes me use all of the energy within me before taking me out. He thought, clenching his jaw and pulling himself onto his feet. If that's his intention, then I guess I'll have to resort to drastic measures. He smirked deviously at Cooler.

He brought his right hand up. Building a white ball of energy in his palm. Cooler chuckled at this sight.

"Really?" he laughed. "Is this what you have been working so hard for? To bring me down with that?" He pointed a finger at the ball of energy growing in Kolard's hand.

Kolard grinned. "Oh, this? This isn't for you Cooler. This," he flings the ball into the air causing it to swirl wildly until finally expanded and morphed into a giant white sphere. "This is for me."

Cooler glanced up at the white ball with bewilderment written on his face. "I don't understand how this will change anyth—" he broke off abruptly when he looked back down at Kolard. Gasping slightly. He watched as Kolard's body began to change its shape.

His eyes whiting out, his chest rising and falling quickly, hair protruding in different directions. His face begins to shift, his ears stretching outward to form larger points. His fingers began to grow longer and thicker than normal. His jaws slightly lengthened. Eyes changing colors between white and red. His tail also elongated and grew thick and muscular. Finally, with a loud roar that echoed throughout the city Kolard became a massive great ape that stood before him. His tail whipped behind itself, striking the ground in front of it.

Cooler's mouth hung agape as Kolard roared once more before staring down at him with blazing red eyes.

"Did I keep you waiting, Cooler?" Kolard's voice was deep and animalistic in this form, but he could make words. He can feel his power level skyrocketing from before, and he couldn't help but feel exhilarated. After all, it had been far too long since he last used this form. But with it, it should suffice in overwhelming him completely. "Well, let's begin shall we?"

He opened his maw wide, shooting an energy wave at Cooler.

Cooler didn't have a chance to dodge.

Kolard felt grim satisfaction when his attack met its mark and Cooler wailed in pain as he was sent flying off over the horizon with the blast. He knew it wouldn't kill him. He also knew that was his strongest attack and that it wasn't going to be enough. But it should be enough to leave him temporarily incapacitated. For now anyway.

Kolard sighed, crossing his arms and looking up to the sky. "Armor savior, wherever you are," he paused. "Please hurry back. I'm holding my own for now but I don't know how long I can keep this up—"

Suddenly Cooler appeared right in front of him, punching Kolard in the jaw, sending him skidding backwards.

Kolard winced but recovered quickly. Cocking his arm behind him, he readied a punch but mid way when he noticed something strange: Cooler's appearance had changed.

His chest and muscle-mass have expanded greatly, to a degree similar to that of Frieza's Second Form. His white carapace also changes, with the breast-plates shoulder pads becoming hoop-like in shape, becoming something like white "handles", while the white carapaces on his wrists change drastically, gaining dark-blue sections and developing blade-like protrusions. The tip of his tail gains a white pointed stinger-like carapace as well. However, the most distinguishing characteristic in this form is, perhaps, the change in the carapace Cooler has on his head, which in this form completely encases his entire head except for his eyes, his mouth being covered behind something reminiscent of a visor, four spikes extend from his cranium and there is a large dark-blue section in the middle of his head.

Cooler glares at Kolard, his burning red eyes filled with contempt.

"I'll admit Kolard, you caught me by surprise with that trick of yours. But that's not gonna happen again." Both of his fists clenched tightly together, and a bright purple aura surrounds him. "You should feel privileged; you will be the first one to witness this form. First you will see—then you will die!"

Soon as Cooler shouted this, his aura flared up violently, forming into what seemed to be a pulsating orb floating in the air before him.

In seconds, Kolard felt a sharp spike of pain radiate from his nose when Cooler punched it. Causing him to stumble back a bit. With a groan, he clutched tightly onto his nose. His nostrils flared up, desperately inhaling the scent of cool night air. Using his tail, he tried to wrap it around Cooler. But he vanished quickly, reappearing behind him a few moments later, kicking Kolard in the stomach and making him fly several meters across the ground landing roughly.

He immediately sprung to his feet, glaring daggers at Colder flew straight towards him whilst laughing.

Kolard obliged and lunged straight towards him, throwing a barrage of punches. Cooler deftly dodged each and every one of them, ducking and weaving through them effortlessly. Even with his great ape form, it was slowly becoming evident that Cooler was too strong in this form. Kolard was floored. He didn't understand how he could have improved so much after transforming. None of his punches are even landing a mark on Cooler.

Finally, he managed to drive Cooler back again. Roaring, Kolard jumped back, sending a massive blast of blue white energy right for him.

Cooler dove to the side, avoiding the blast. He chuckled as he raised his open palm in the air, charging a small bright ball of orange red energy. The ball grew larger until it formed a giant burning sphere. The fireball floated above him, a grin stretched across his lips.

Aiming it at his target the burning sphere flung from his palm. It flew directly at Kolard, causing him to bring both his arms up defensively against the incoming projectile, blocking it with all his might. The giant sphere pushed forward, forcing him back. Howling in agony, Kolard fell, falling, both of his arms smoldering. He could feel the warm seeping of blood through his fur. He looked up to see Cooler coming directly towards him, aiming and blasting a beam of Ki at him.

Opening his maw wide he shoots his own rocket of energy, and the two beams meet in the middle, a blast exploding across the landscape that threatens to knock anyone off their feet. Such power! Kolard couldn't believe it. How strong is this guy?

For a moment, Cooler's beam seemed to be making purchase, and he laughed, waiting to watch the Saiyan get consumed in fire. But Kolard was bathed in a huge blue aura, and a new burst of power rolled up the line of energy, shooting it at Cooler so hard and fast that when it made contact, Cooler was sent flying backwards.

Kolard panted heavily, still feeling the immense pain radiating through his body. As he rose to his feet, his eyes were set on his target. A determined look spread across his face.

Just a bit longer…just a bit longer….

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A/N: Hey, it's me Goku! Man, Kolard is really having a hard time against that Cooler guy and he's crazy strong! When the two of them were fighting I knew Cooler must've been holding back and maybe had some hidden strength. But I never thought he could be hiding this much. Oh man, things are getting bad here. Even with that great ape form it's still not doing much on him. Just hang on a bit longer Kolard, the others are on their way!

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 7: SLAYER'S WRATH

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Chapter 7: Slayer’s Wrath

Bardock's hands gripped the ship's steering wheel so hard his knuckles blanched as he tried to focus on his course, and only half heartedly noted that he wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there, staring into space, but it must've been quite some time. The Saiyans were once again in danger by another threat—Gine was in danger.

"Hold on Gine." Bardock said quietly, closing his eyes. "We're coming."

He had to be quick. Bardock knew how monstrously strong both King Cold and Cooler is—they wouldn't hesitate if they decided to kill all the saiyans, including Gine. Sure, both Cold and Cooler aren't as strong as Frieza but they're still strong enough to overpower any of their subordinates.

They were close to the planet now. Bardock felt knots in his gut. He can see from his seat big lights flashing in front of him, indicating that the battle had already begun. He swallowed the lump that formed at the back of his throat, hoping no one had died yet, but knowing full well that it was a very, very real possibility now.

Bardock steered the ship towards Planet Vegeta. Some of the towers the ship flew by were in flames, but most of them remained standing even though the city had been attacked. There was also a great amount of debris, pieces of broken buildings strewn across the ground. Giant ape size footprints stained said ground in various places, and Bardock deduced that those were likely where one of the saiyans transformed into a great ape.

Everyone except the Slayer blinked, spotting big and small figures from afar and flashes of light.

"Hold on everyone, I'm gonna land this thing." Bardock warned before taking a sharp turn, aiming for the landing zone closest to the battle. As expected the landing was rough. The members in the ship clenched the arms of their seat as the ship stuttered to a halt on the ground, and unbuckled themselves quickly. Getting to their feet they start towards the platform that was the entrance to the ship.

With Bardock taking the lead, they all descended to the platform. The Slayer jumped onto the ground and looked up. Waves of energy shot through the air towards where the Slayer could see from behind the towers. His eyes turned away from the battle when they landed upon a sign next to a building:

Saiya Lab, Area 1

The Slayer starts towards the building. Bardock and his teammates notice his sudden change of direction.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Shugesh called out. The Slayer kept walking, ignoring his calls.

Fasha looked up at the far-away battle behind the towers, pulling away from the battle her gaze lands on the armored warrior's back then turned to Bardock.

"You guys go on ahead. We'll catch up." Fasha told Bardock and her teammates. They nodded in understanding and kicked off into the air towards the fight, which seemed more intense now judging by the lights flashing in every corner of the sky, and the occasional explosions.

Fasha runs after the Slayer, following closely at his side as they entered the building. Walking down the hallway they stopped at two doors that slid open as soon as they approached. Both of them entered, the door sliding shut behind them.

Inside was a big room. Tools splayed on each table scattered around. The Slayer walked over to one of them, picked up a blueprint and mentally commanded his armor to scan it. A large blue hologram appeared in front of him, showing the schematics on the blueprint for the base's construction. A red circle circled one area that had a design sketched out.

The Slayer looked around the room, searching for something particular. Finally, his eyes landed on computers all connected to a giant monitor. In front of it were keyboards and a few screens with colored lines and other markings. The Slayer walked towards the computers, his eyes darting between various different keys. When he found what he was looking for, he typed into the keyboard, "Computer interface detected, enter command."

The screen changed to show a list of different icons, with one being highlighted. It showed a schematic drawing of what looked like an intercom system. The image zoomed in on the screen, revealing two symbols. both of them read:

Modify A.I.

Transfer new A.I chip.

Fasha watched quietly as the Slayer punch one or two buttons at random, his expression unchanging. Eventually a small red chip popped out of a slot next to the keyboard. The Slayer grabbed it then threw it to the side with such force that it went bouncing off the wall with a clang. Right arm reached for the subspace of his back armor, and a moment later a familiar shape appeared. A small black chip rose up out of the armor, followed by a hand clutching at the chip with care.

Fasha stared at said chip in his hand, and then at the Slayer. "What're you doing?" She asked. The Slayer didn't answer her.

Instead, he placed the chip into the slot. The slot closed up and the screen turned blank. Fasha and Slayer watched as the screen came to life by itself and played a jingle as a circular symbol appeared on the screen.

"Vega backup systems restored. Re-routing vocal interface through the computer's audio-link. Current operating capacity is limited to 5% due to processor restrictions."

Fasha was somewhat startled by the voice that emanated from the screen.

"Attempting uplink with UAC orbital communications... Unavailable. Attempting uplink with local short-range communications... Unavailable. Attempting uplink with wide-spectrum data systems... Unavailable."

Fasha blinked in bewilderment. "Vega? UAC?" She murmured to herself. That sounded like a very strange acronym. She looked up to the Slayer who stared at the screen silently, seemingly transfixed by the display, but his face was still set in a glare.

"Boot-up sequence complete. Will maintain connection with localized systems until link with UAC is re-established... Hello. I am Vega."

Fasha blinked again with a blank expression. The Slayer still hadn't moved.

"Judging from my perspective, I believe you're already familiar with the individual next to you who is referred to as the Slayer. One that our archives have yet to determine a more accurate name from the relics that were excavated with his tomb."

Fasha raised a brow. "Uh… yeah." She answered slowly, unsure what the AI was going on about.

"That's good." Vega said. He paused. "Hello. It is good to be able to communicate with you again. I must thank you for creating a copy of my AI. I am currently running off the power system within this computer after you uploaded me into it via the backup chip you prepared before you detonated my core."

Though the Slayer didn't show it, he was happy to hear Vega's voice again. It was also a relief to see that he was still amongst the living, even though he was just an artificial intelligence. He trusted him more than Samuel Hayden and it was good to know that he wouldn't be going through this strange world on his own.

"After viewing the footage of your recent arrival to this world, It is to my confirmation that this is an alternate dimension completely separate from our own. And from the data I gathered from your scouter, your name is Fasha right?" Vega asked.

Fasha's brows furrowed slightly, not expecting this A.i to know her name. However, she answered anyway. "Yes. What about it? You don't usually ask people's names when asking about their information."

"That's true. I apologize. I didn't mean to offend you by asking that question, I am programmed to gather information and from what I gathered from your Scouter. The information that has been stored in the files and is still being accessed from my database will be quite valuable and requires attention. Hence the reasons why I wanted to connect to this planet's tech to have access. Now I do have access to its information storage and control, I am attempting to run off the power system within the Slayer's Praetor Suit. Uploading myself into your HUD now."

Fasha and the Slayer heard another jingle and the circular symbol appeared on the Slayer's hud.

"Upload successful."

Fasha placed her hands on her hips and glanced up at the Slayer. "Well, now that you got your friend up and running, you ready to knock some heads?" She asked.

The Slayer quickly turned to face her. Slightly startling her a bit, he audibly cracked his knuckles and gave a brief nod.

"The Slayer will offer his aid once more."

A faint smirk played on Fasha's lips.

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The ground below Bardock looked like it had been shattered in places from explosions. He was definitely over the battleground. The smell of burning metal filled his nostrils. Flames licked up towards the sky, threatening to consume everything that stood in their path. The sun shone bright down on them, making everything look brighter than it actually was.

Bardock quickly looked straight ahead, spotting figures and flashes of light. He and his team dive bombed, their speed picking up.

Soon, he was able to make out the opponent the giant ape was fighting. His chest and muscle-mass have expanded greatly, to a degree. His white carapace also changed, with the breast-plates shoulder pads becoming hoop-like in shape, becoming something like white "handles", while the white carapaces on his wrists change drastically, gaining dark-blue sections and developing blade-like protrusions. The tip of his tail gains a white pointed stinger-like carapace as well. However, the most distinguishing characteristic in this form is, perhaps, the change in the carapace on his head, which in this form completely encases his entire head except for his eyes, his mouth being covered behind something reminiscent of a visor, four spikes extend from his cranium and there is a large dark-blue section in the middle of his head.

Just as Bardock gathered all this, he stopped dead in his tracks, the rest of the squad halted beside him. They watched as Cooler slammed a fist into the giant ape, sending them flying upward. Bardock and his team rushed forward and floated close to the giant apes head. Bardock's eyes darted to the ape's familiar torn jumpsuit. The giant's torso was covered with several puncture wounds, blood dripped down his arms.

He glanced up at the battle above. Cooler was now hovering in the air, crossing his arms.

Bardock looked down at the giant ape. "Hey, Kolard! You alright?"

Kolard breathed heavily, blood dripping from the corner of his lips. Bardock watched as his red filled eyes slowly opened and gazed upon the faces of Bardock and his teammates. He spoke slowly.

"Y…yeah…. I will survive. …I'm glad you made it here." Kolard said with a slight wheeze. His voice was deep and animalistic but he could make words. Bardock could tell Kolard was barely holding himself together. He knew how badly Kolard's body needed repairs, especially if those repairs required healing.

"Can you stand?" Bardock asked.

Kolard nodded weakly. He let out a groan as he slowly lifted himself up off the ground. "I hate to admit it, but I don't know how long I can keep myself in this form." He said between labored breaths.

Shugesh smirked. "That's alright big guy, you won't have to do much for long."

Kolard glances at Shugesh. "Really? I take it the Great Savior is here?" Kolard asked with a hint of hope in his voice.

"Yeah, Fasha is with him. But they should be on their way. I just hope they don't take too long with whatever it is they're doing." Bardock grumbled.

Cooler landed gracefully on the ground a few feet away from the group. "Well, won't you look at what we have here," he said with a deep laugh. "A helpless Saiyan ape being saved by his next band of soon to be corpses. How poetic."

"If that was meant as an insult or sarcasm I would say you need better taste in humor, Cooler." Bardock growled back. "But you're wrong about one thing. The only one who'll be the next corpse here is you, just like your brother."

Cooler scoffed in response and rolled his red eyes at Bardock's remark. "Oh please, spare me your righteous indignation. My brother only died because he allowed his arrogance and greed to cloud his judgment. You may be a warrior among warriors but against me however ..." Right hand raised in front of him, a ball of lavender energy gathering in it. "You are all simply pathetic."

Before Bardock could react, the ball of energy was sent hurtling towards Kolard.

His world slowed down as a dark green blur passed by in front of him. Said blur reached out and swatted the ball of energy out of the way as hurled towards a nearby wall. An enormous blast emanates from the impact and leaves a black crater behind the debris.

As soon as it dissipated, Bardock was greeted with the sight of the Slayer standing tall below Kolard's feet. Kolard was stunned while looking down at the Slayer, his expression shifting rapidly from shock, surprise and finally shock and awe.

Bardock smirked slightly. "Took you long enough." He said sarcastically. The Slayer ignored him and continued to stare down at Cooler, who was still floating in the air, with an unreadable look upon his face.

Kolard recovered from the shock and felt something progressively overcoming him. He knew his own body was spent. And even with the full moon out, (or fake moon that had faded earlier), once he lost enough energy, he reverted back to his normal form. And that's just what happened, the world growing larger around him as he shrank back down.

Just as he fell to his knees, Torah was there, grabbing him by the shoulders to support him and Fasha who had arrived stood beside him.

Cooler's eyes ran across the Slayer's body, noticing no dent or scratch on him. And the armor he wore looked ancient. Unlike any armor he had ever seen before.

"And who's this interloper?" Cooler spat. The Slayer remained stoic and unmoved.

"His name is Doom Slayer," Fasha said, stepping close to the Slayer's side, placing her hands on her hips. "He's the savior of Planet Vegeta, as well as the first warrior to kill Frieza effortlessly."

Cooler's eyes darted from Fasha to the Slayer. "So, you're the one who killed my brother, huh?"

Though Cooler could barely see where he stood, he could see the Slayer's eyes glaring daggers at him behind the visor of his helmet.

"Hmm, well I'm at least glad you finally showed up. Now that you're here we can get down to business." Cooler stalks towards Slayer. "You see, I have personal fury towards you Slayer. If you think you can still hold onto your privilege of living after killing my brother then you're sorely mistaken. Don't get me wrong, I never liked my brother. Honestly, I would've killed him myself if given the chance. However, no one disgraces our family and lives to tell about it!"

Right fist clenched quickly. A lavender aura surrounded the right fist as it glowed brightly. Cooler launched forward striking his gut in contact. The Slayer remained unfazed by Cooler's punch as he swiftly retaliated, punching Cooler straight in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach as he coughed. His aura grew dimmer. He managed to stay upright but his legs started wobbling.

"Incredible," breathed Kolard.

"Haha! Alright!" Shugesh cried.

Cooler looked down at the Slayer, eyes narrowing. This…this pain. Such immense pain from one gut punch caused by this armored brute!

"I-Impossible! This is my greatest form, there's no way I should've taken this much damage!" Cooler yelled through clenched teeth. He stumbled back, still clutching his stomach, struggling to breathe.

Cooler's left foot slipped as he tried to regain balance. He lost control for just a moment as he crashed onto his back, the wind rushing out of him. After recovering he forced himself back on his feet.

"How…how dare you," he snarled angrily. "How dare you!"

Cooler jumped up again, his speed doubled that what it was before. Cooler's punch missed unfortunately, grazing the side of the Slayer's helmet. The Slayer tilted his head, dodging said punch and kicked Cooler squarely in the chest, sending him flying forward.

In the blink of an eye, the Slayer appeared behind Cooler. The Slayer spun around with such agility, his kick connecting hard with Cooler's back. Cooler howled in pain as he was sent flying upward. The Slayer reached behind his back through subspace, pulling out his rocket launcher, he brought the sights down and engaged the lock-on. The system took a moment to lock on all four. Then there was a faint beep, and the missiles went flying.

They sped towards Cooler at such great speeds that he didn't have time to react or dodge. They collided with him, causing a bright flash of light as they exploded. The smoke cleared revealing Cooler floating in midair, one hand clutching his stomach, and the other hung limply by his side. Blood oozed out of his armor. Parts of his armor were scorched black, some of it had been completely melted.

The Slayer looked up at Cooler, who was slowly drifting closer to the ground, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

"It appears that the missiles, though it hit its mark, didn't damage him enough to completely obliterate him." Vega said in the Slayer's helmet comlink. "Perhaps a different tactic will suffice."

Doom Slayer charges forth and both him and Cooler were locked into a heated brawl that trailed across the landscape. Everyone's eyes were actually having trouble keeping up. But the one struggling the most was Cooler. He barely dodged any of the Slayer's punches; his attempts were futile and all of them were met with either an uppercut or a kick. It seemed the Slayer wasn't done yet.

With an incredible amount of strength he grabbed ahold of Cooler's arm and threw him into the side of a building. Following up with a powerful roundhouse kick he struck the side of Cooler's jaw, sending him flying backwards towards another building.

Cooler's lungs burned, his arms quivered, blood leaked from numerous wounds covering his face, and the pain radiating from every single cell within him was unbearable. Yet somehow, his mind was too focused on something else.

That something else is the Slayer.

'This…this is all wrong. He can't be this strong! No..he mustn't be...'

He'd never felt pain like this. Not ever before. He's supposed to be the one dominating in this fight and this was the result! How could this be? How could this interloper's power eclipse his own? inconceivable…this was absolutely inconceivable!

Cooler clenched his fist and threw his arms back letting out a wild scream while disintegrating the building he was on in a huge explosion of energy. He and the Slayer locked back into battle, and the fight seemed to last for hours. Cooler even tried to tap into the maximum of his power to counterattack but he was unsuccessful. Every single blow, every punch, every strike Cooler threw at him was deflected back at him with ease, as though his opponent had anticipated every move, every attack before they'd come.

Cooler couldn't help but wonder how strong is this invader, and how he'd be able to defend against so many attacks. He had never fought against anyone like him. Ever. And he was starting to worry.

Finally, Cooler ripped away from the combat, hovering in the air high above them, panting, bloody, and obviously livid.

He let out a scream of rage, "Damn it! This can't be happening! I'm supposed to be the superior being! THE STRONGEST! And this interloper's power is eclipsing my own?! No! No! That's it!" He glared down at the Slayer who returned his stare unflinchingly. "Slayer! You've tested me quite enough!" he roared, blasting off into the sky again.

"Ugh, what the hell is he doing now?" Shugesh asked as he watched Cooler flying higher and higher in the sky.

Torah's eyes slowly widened. "Wait a minute…don't tell me he's going to..!"

Cooler raised his hand above his head, charging a bright ball of burning energy. Said ball grew bigger and bigger until it formed a miniature sun that hung just beyond his palm. The giant burning orb expanded into a sphere hundreds of feet large and the heat radiated outward from Cooler's hand into the sky.

"Now I will do what my brother failed to do. I will destroy this entire planet!"

A deafening roar erupted as he flung the fiery sphere towards them. Bardock and his teammates were about to fly towards it, to stop it from drawing close, only to be stopped in their tracks by Vega's voice in the Slayer's helmet.

"It's alright. The Slayer will handle this."

Both Torah and Bardock glance at each other briefly before turning back to watch the massive fireball hurling towards the Slayer.

With a flash of blue light, the weapon the Slayer had been holding vanished, and was replaced with a massive object almost the size of its wielder's torso. Taking careful aim, he waited for his weapon to lock on target before firing it, and a ball of crackling green energy shot from the end of the device. As it fazed through the ball of energy, disintegrating it completely and the ball struck Cooler with tendrils of green lightning, causing him to arch his back in horrified agony, an instant before the green sphere exploded.

Bardock could feel the force of the blast from where he stood, despite distance being a bit far, the brilliant green flash of the detonation blinding him and his teammates for a few seconds. When he could see again, he gaped in shock. . . nothing remained of Cooler, not even ash, now only the Slayer remained.

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A/N: Hey it's me, Goku! Man, even with all that power not even Cooler could beat him?! Just goes to show how strong the big guy is hahaha. Looks like Cold is biting the dust too, and with the both of them gone Planet Vegeta is finally safe! But what happens now? Will he accept their offer by living among them? Or will he set off to the stars on his own?

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 8: BIRTH OF ANEW

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Chapter 8: Birth of Anew

The crowd of Saiyans made way for the Slayer as he stepped forward, walking calmly towards King Cold. His expression hardened and his fists were clenched tight. The onlookers were awestruck. Never would they have thought that the savior of Planet Vegeta would fight against an enemy with such ferocity and courage, they could hardly believe it.

The Slayer stopped at King Vegeta's side, staring at the tall Frieza clone who stood by his ship.

King Cold stared back with a slight smirk.

"Ah, so this is what you look like, hmm. If my thoughts are correct, you must be the one who killed my baby boy. And possibly Cooler as well." King Cold spoke. His voice was full of contempt, and disgust filled his words.

The Slayer stared at him blankly.

Silence eroded the tension between the two, neither moved or spoke, only staring at each other in silent contemplation.

"Hmm, not much of a talker aren't you? Well, no matter. I might as well just—"

Right boot slams into the ground creating a small crater, quickly followed up by lunging forward with incredible speed. Reaching towards King Cold his right hand bawled together forming a fist, and he brought it crashing down toward Cold's head, his fist plunging through his face like butter. The impact caused the king's head to explode. Purple blood splattered outward through the air, landing heavily upon the ground.

The king's body went limp from the force of the blow, falling lifelessly down onto the ground.

King Cold was dead; and once again, the Slayer stood victorious.

Silence engulfed the entire battlefield.

Doom Slayer turned his gaze towards the crowd of Saiyans, his eyes narrowed slightly in anger. The whole crowd roared in unison, their voices filled with excitement, exhilaration, pride, and respect. They cheered for their savior.

"This is insane! First he took out Frieza, and now Cold and Cooler!" One Saiyan shouted in awe.

"He's incredible! His strength eclipses all others!" Another said, her eyes wide with disbelief.

The crowd cheered on and applauded loudly for the hero, their cheers echoing across the helipad. The cheering died down when King Vegeta stood up causing the Slayer to shift his attention towards him. King Vegeta walked towards the Slayer with the King's guards walking beside him.

"I don't know who you are, but it's thanks to you that you've freed Planet Vegeta from Frieza, and his family's tyranny. For that, I owe you my thanks." He held out his hand for Doom Slayer to shake. The Slayer simply stared at it unblinkingly. King Vegeta retracted his arm, disappointed with the reaction and gave him a curt nod before continuing. "I'm not exactly sure where you come from, and you're definitely not a Saiyan for that matter. But that isn't important. What I demand to know, however…is who the hell you are?"

The Slayer glared at the king intensely, his eyes narrowing.

"You plan on speaking warrior?" One elite Saiyan guard asked with his trademark glare. "This is the King of Planet Vegeta you're talking to. Show some respect."

There was a cracking sound as the Slayer's hands balled into fists. King Vegeta notices this and quickly plants his left hand on the guard's chest, stopping him from advancing any further.

King Vegeta turned to the guard to his left, glaring at him. "Stand down you fool!" He commanded sternly.

"The individual standing before you has been referred to as the Slayer."

King Vegeta and his guards shared a look, and then looked back at the warrior.

"So you can talk." Saiyan guard to the right stated.

"Incorrect."

The Slayer's visor glowed in cyan and a voice echoed within.

"Hello, I am Vega. The sentient artificial intelligence powered by both the technology of your planet and the systems within his suit. I speak in his stead."

Their eyes were as big as dinner plates as they stared up at the Slayer's glowing visor. "Didn't see that coming..." King Vegeta muttered numbly.

The crowd of Saiyans gathered around them, watching in awe and confusion. It wasn't long until Gine, Kolard, Bardock, and his teammates joined them.

It had taken quite a bit of time for the Saiyans to understand that Vega and the Slayer are entirely different entities. Which wasn't much of a surprise to both Vega and the Slayer. They still weren't clear on the specifics of it, but had settled on the idea that Vega was the mind of the armored warrior that resided in the Praetor Suit. An archaic description, but for now it would do. It was easier for them to see the two as the same person, since the Slayer refused to talk.

What they also learned according to Vega. It's not that the Slayer is unable to talk, rather he mustn't talk. Apparently his voice is filled with so much rage and other distortions, which means the Slayer cannot form sentences, let alone communicate effectively. Vega explained however, he's able to move around within his suit like other living organisms, hence his power and skill.

"Hmm… I see." King Vegeta said contemplatively, stroking his beard. "Then perhaps it would be best that we get back on topic. We are unclear as to your origins, nor do we seem capable of understanding your explanations of said origins."

"That is an accurate assessment."

Bardock piped in, "So whether you intended to or not, you arrived on the Planet Vegeta while it was almost destroyed by Frieza. Through your aid the planet was saved as well as our race." Bardock summed up clearly. "However it has been brought to our attention that your strength far surpasses ours, which is undoubtedly impressive. And said strength could only have been earned through intense years and experience in combat. Do you have an explanation for this phenomenon?"

"According to our records as well as visual evidence, the Slayer is able to gain strength from whatever he kills. It is most likely that he is draining their power before they could use it."

"So what? He's stronger now?" Torah asked.

"Yes. He can also regenerate wounds but it is not an ability he can activate whenever he chooses. The Slayer essentially drains the life force of those he kills and adds it to his own. While idle he is unable to perform such feats. It is only in the heat of battle that this skill is available. The more and longer he fights, the stronger he becomes."

Paragus closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is ridiculous."

King Vegeta blinked, turning his gaze at Paragus. "Paragus?"

Paragus turned his gaze to King Vegeta, his expression stern and angry. "Hello, your majesty." He addressed coldly.

King Vegeta paused before looking sternly back at him. "Paragus, I didn't expect to see you here. Wait…if you're here then that means…" King Vegeta's eyes widened in shock as the realization dawned on him, and his eyes darted away from Paragus to Broly who stood beside him. "Broly? You brought this freak back to my planet?!"

Paragus scowled angrily, clenching his fists tightly. "How dare you call my son a freak, you wretched old man!" He yelled at the king.

Gine raised a brow at the two males barking. "Wait, I'm confused. What're you two on about?"

King Vegeta inhales deeply through his nose, sighing and crossing his arms. "Since some of you are unaware, let me explain." He began. "Five years ago Broly was born with latent abilities that were abnormally elevated. I'd go so far as to call him a freak, in my opinion. He was born with great power that I knew immediately will likely end up driving him completely insane; and had I not exiled him, he would've been a danger not just for the planet Vegeta, but to the entire universe. It had to be done."

"Lies! All lies!" Paragus bellowed angrily, pointing a finger at him accusingly. "You only exiled my son because you were jealous because Broly's latent abilities surpass that of your son! You've always been too proud of your child's exceptional latent abilities. A fool like you can't stand the fact that my son is almost the same age as the prince but far exceeds his power level."

King Vegeta clenched his fist, anger radiating off him. "Enough! I will hear no more of this. Say one more word and I will have you and your son killed." He growls.

Paragus scoffed angrily at the king. "Oh really? How very brave of you to threaten us!" His tone suddenly changed to one of sarcasm, and a cruel smile spread over his face. "I'll have you know, my son's power has doubled that of it was before. Ha! You and your guards would've been dead before you could even touch him."

King Vegeta gritted his teeth in frustration, but before he could retort, Gine walked up in between him and Paragus.

"Enough!" Gine commanded angrily. "Stop it, both of you! Whatever happened between you two in the past is immaterial now."

They all remained silent before Paragus reluctantly stepped back and so did King Vegeta.

Torah stepped up next to Gine, placing his hand to his heart and slightly bowed. "Your majesty, I have thought, if I may."

King Vegeta nodded. "Go ahead Torah." He said calmly.

"I'll admit, I too was intimidated when I took a reading on Broly's battle power; however I felt that his latent potential could be a great asset. He possesses an incredible amount of raw power and with our teachings and guidance, he could grow to be a great warrior." Torah says confidently.

A vein popped on King Vegeta's forehead, his eyes narrowed threateningly. "Don't be absurd. This boy is nothing more than a ticking time bomb waiting to go off, and as for him becoming a great warrior…that's exactly what I'm worried about."

"Then we'll train him," Bardock spoke up. "Help Broly learn how to use his power in order to keep him from losing control." He declared firmly, his eyes determined.

King Vegeta glanced towards Broly and saw him watching him intently. He looked at each person in turn, considering their suggestions. "If," He began, pausing briefly before taking another step closer towards Bardock and Paragus. "And I say if I were to allow that, you all better hope you're all strong enough to put him down without breaking a sweat."

Paragus smirked wickedly, shaking his head. "Oh I don't think anyone's gonna be underestimating Broly. I will be more than willing to train him myself, like I have for five years. I will raise Broly to be a mighty warrior. We'll conquer planets together, get stronger together and ruel over the universe along the Saiyan race!"

"That's not gonna happen." Vega interjected flatly.

It was quiet again.

After a moment Paragus turned his gaze towards the Slayer's glowing visor. Bewilderment written all over his face.

"What?" Paragus uttered out bewildered. The others looked at them in confusion as well.

"I looked through your files in the database, as well as your history. From what I've read, you Saiyans are planet brokers. Scouring space for planets that bring a high price on the galactic market. Once found, you purge them of any life and make them ready for sale. This information alone gives us all reason to believe that your kind is an incredibly dangerous bunch. This can not go on. That being said though…you are all considered a threat by other races. How long do you think it'll be before someone worse than Frieza will finish what he started?" Vega continued. "Gine is right. The past is immaterial. Which is exactly why it be a wise decision to take this chance as a new start for everyone, and to give up their old ways."

"What?!" Everyone exclaimed simultaneously.

King Vegeta stepped up to the Slayer. "That's ridiculous! We are conquerors, warriors! We have been for countless generations! We cannot simply abandon the way we've lived our lives in order to start anew! That's just…absurd!"

"I disagree. It is because of your way of life that Frieza deemed your entire race a threat to not just him personally, but to other living creatures across the galaxy. He was also afraid of you all reaching a level that he feared to heart. Though I suggested you give up your old ways, I never said you should stop being the warriors you are now." Vega explained. "It goes without saying that by your record, you're all a mighty warrior race. Then I believe it is time for you to accept and start a new race. One that is just as strong, just as proud. But not if all of you are caught up with your own ruthless and bloodthirsty ways to see what you have right in front of you. Your entire race was almost wiped out of existence, had it not been for the Slayer's intervention. It is wise for you not to let your old ways make you lose it permanently."

Silence followed Vega's words. The Slayer stared blankly at every Saiyan who frowned, glancing down to their feet and clenching fists. Others gritted their teeth silently, looking anywhere but the Slayer. Indeed, deep down…they all knew Vega was right. But their pride refused to admit it.

"I'll conclude by asking you this: you all were the first to witness how strong the Slayer is, you all know what he's capable of, do you want him to set his sights on you and deem you all as a potential threat?"

Every single Saiyan's hearts sank, their eyes wide, faces pale. They didn't reply to Vega's question, instead they stayed quiet. Even Paragus and King Vegeta couldn't speak up after a long silence. They simply stood still, staring ahead in a shocked silence.

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King Vegeta stared at the armored man named Doom Slayer who now stood before him in his throne room. At first, he didn't know what to make of him, other than what was obvious. He saved Planet Vegeta and the entirety of the Saiyan race from Frieza's reign over them. He defeated and killed King Cold, and his son Cooler. He was the most terrifying force of destruction King Vegeta had ever seen.

That is to say it wasn't an exaggeration when they said that the Slayer would have been their greatest and unbeatable enemy if not for him. He was like a giant machine with powerful arms that could tear through walls and crush anyone that stood in his way. He was a one man army that could cut through an army of hundreds without even breaking a sweat. He had taken down King Cold with ease while he still had his strength.

King Vegeta was only a warrior at heart after all but the fact that he could defeat King Cold should be the ultimate proof of his strength. Strength that, he hate to admit, made him feel slightly intimidated and afraid of this new foe that appeared on his planet and saved it. But it's thanks to his sudden arrival, that he had broken Planet Vegeta and his people's shackles from the dark tyrant and now they're free once more.

There's hope for a greater future. The Saiyan race will prevail and persevere.

He rested both of his hands on the throne's armrests as he stared at the Slayer standing in front of him. He could barely see the Slayer's narrowing eyes behind the helmet. He looked intimidating enough already and with that menacing expression on his face, he knew well that the armored warrior wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who proved to be a threat. Even if said threats were King Vegeta himself.

King Vegeta leaned forward in his seat. "I can't express enough gratitude to you for saving us and defeating Frieza. Including his father and brother."

The Slayer blankly stared back at King Vegeta, unblinking and silent. He knew the king was sincere about his words.

"Even now it's still hard to believe that someone like you existed and actually managed to destroy Frieza completely. No one has ever managed to do so or even accomplish such a task. You are truly incredible, Slayer."

The Slayer remained silent, not showing any sign of emotion. He was just standing there, unmoving like a statue. It was unnerving, but King Vegeta kept speaking regardless.

"It's not just your achievements that haven't gone unnoticed by me. My people also consider you their savior as well. More than that," King Vegeta stood up from his throne, arms folded behind his back as he continued to speak. "If you haven't noticed or heard it already, every single Saiyan from all around, both Low class and Elites, have all agreed that… they deemed you worthy to be their next King of Saiyans."

The Slayer raised an eyebrow at the last sentence. The thought that someone like him was being considered the next leader always crossed his mind. He didn't care. Even though he was once told by King Novik himself that he had the potential to lead a great nation, he knew better. There was no place for those kinds of ideas. He wanted nothing to do with them. The Slayer only had one goal, and one goal only; to annihilate the demons. That's it, and he couldn't give less of a damn about anything else.

King Vegeta sighed. "With all honesty, this is a bit troubling. I originally wanted my son, Prince Vegeta, to take on my role of ruling the Saiyan race but with everyone wanting their savior as their king," he paused for a moment. "Well, I have to decide whether to let my son lead the Saiyan race or step down and let you take over as King. Of course, the decision shouldn't be left to me. The decision is entirely yours to make."

The Slayer slowly shook his head. King Vegeta blinked, taken aback by this.

"What? You…don't want it?" King Vegeta asked skeptically. The Slayer shook his head once more and then nodded firmly.

"The Slayer has no need of it nor does he want to rule over anyone."

"Hmm… very well," he answered simply. "I do applaud you though, Slayer. It takes someone of strong will to refuse a throne from its rightful owner. Some people would jump at the chance but… I respect your decision."

King Vegeta sat back down on his throne, crossing his arms. He was extremely grateful for the intervention of the Slayer, he truly was. The man was the most unstoppable force in the world, a powerhouse of titanic proportions that was more than capable of combating any threat on his own, but he came with an obvious problem. One that King Vegeta and everyone else was quick to identify since the fall of King Cold and Cooler...

He is quite literally and undoubtedly unstoppable.

When it comes to the elites, they're born with great potential in strength and speed. They've got the brains, determination, and the art of battle. Whether low or high class, the Saiyans were born to be warriors. The Slayer, though, was no mere warrior.

They are a concept. An event. A physical manifestation of righteousness and rage. He is essentially a walking natural disaster that storms across anywhere it hits. All anyone can do is get to cover and do their best to wait it out. It was only thanks to the help of Bardock's mate that he has been able to veer the storm in the direction he desires up until now. But King Vegeta wasn't a fool. He knew that he can't be controlled because there's nothing to control him with. He knew that soon enough, the Slayer would encounter something that would throw him off-course. Thus King Vegeta was left with an unidentifiable time-table in which he had to make use of the Slayer's abilities as best he could before he loses control completely.

Though he still hated that he, along with the other Saiyans had to give up their ways but…what choice did they have? What was to become of Planet Vegeta? King Vegeta shook his head. If he really wanted to change things, he had to adapt. And with Frieza and his family gone, they could really start anew.

"Still, I can't let you off without a reward for your valiant deeds, Slayer. You came here and brought us our liberation after all. Normally I don't do this for anyone, not even my loyal guards but I can make an exception. Whatever you ask for, you shall have." King Vegeta looked at the Slayer again.

"If I may ask, King Vegeta. Are there any crafting rooms available here?" Vega asked him suddenly. "It might prove useful for the Slayer to upgrade his weapons with your technology."

"Yes, yes we have some. Why?" King Vegeta asked curiously.

"Would you allow the Slayer to have one of them?"

"Of course. Anything else?"

"I believe a ship should suffice for now. Though the Slayer is only staying here temporarily to help Broly control his power, he also plans to travel around the galaxy to seek out some way that may help him return to where he originally came from," Vega explained.

King Vegeta stroked his beard in thought as he pondered this. A ship certainly wouldn't be too bad for the Slayer. As far as ships go, it was a fairly decent size and relatively fast. But what kind of ship was Vega referring to? Frieza's ship? Maybe. Well, whatever it was, the Slayer was going to get his own vessel. It'd be good practice anyways.

"Very well. I think a small ship could work just fine for the Slayer. Though, he will also need to learn how to fly it."

"Not to worry. The Slayer is well experienced in flying and navigating a ship, my lord. I assure you that he can manage quite easily and perfectly."

King Vegeta watched as the Slayer rolled around and walked away, exiting the throne room before the tall double doors closed once more.

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A/N: Hey, it's me Goku! Whew, glad all that's resolved! Seems the Slayers is staying with all the Saiyans, heh heh, at least for now. It seems both the low class and the elites have REALLY high respect for him too. Although I can tell that they're still a bit bummed that they have to stop their evil ways. I wonder how this will change things in the future? Haha! I can't wait!

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 9: TWO YEARS LATER

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Note: Welp, that concludes volume 1! Gotta admit I had fun writing this. I've had the idea of what it would be like if the Doom Slayer was transported to the Dragon Ball Z/Super universe, and how arcs would change with his presence in them. But since there was barley any written fics of this in fanfiction I've decided to write one myself and have my own take in it. And I gotta say I had fun and was already liking where my story was going, and I hope you had fun reading this as well! Though volume 1 is over, this is just the beginning. Hope to see you all in the next chapter and I hope you have a nice day. Take care!

Chapter 9: Two Years Later

Bardock and Broly were locked in a friendly brawl that trailed along the landscape.

Two years had passed since the Frieza incident. Planet Vegeta was safe once again by the Slayer himself. In fact, it was a miracle that everything had stayed calm ever since then. After the Slayer defeated Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold. King Vegeta made preparations to send troops to hunt down the remains of the Frieza force. Bardock, his teammates, and the Slayer spend much of their free time training and sparring Broly.

Training Broly was harder than most due to his larger stature and his longer reach. With how quickly his body moved, it wasn't surprising how he was so skilled at fighting at such a young age. However this didn't mean that Broly was weak. No, he was Planet Vegeta's strongest warrior and one that even the other elite members were intimidated by.

The times Bardock and his team trained with Broly was of great benefit to them. Bardock was now far stronger than he ever was before. His combat prowess improved tremendously over the past two years. But as strong as he, his teammates, Broly, and everyone else is now. There was one reality they couldn't deny: the Slayer was overwhelmingly powerful.

And that power was something they never could hope to match up against. He wasn't just powerful, he was the incarnation of power. It was a fact that was known to all the Saiyans. But that didn't dissolve their motivation to get stronger. The Slayer, despite being a powerful warrior, still remained respected by both his strength and power. Not the respect of a king. No, not the respect of any commoner. But the respect of someone worthy enough to be considered a true warrior. An idol of the Saiyan race.

At the moment, Bardock and Broly were in a clearing in the woods and he was attempting to teach Broly how to control his power for the one-hundred-&-twentieth time. They had started with standard battle training on the ground and Broly managed to knock Bardock down, then he decided that he was ready for the next step.

For some reason, controlling his rage was a difficult concept for him to grasp; he didn't have the grace for it. However, Bardock knew that once he got the hang of it, he would be unstoppable.

All it took was time.

Broly and Bardock landed on the ground, facing each other. Since they were doing hand to hand combat today, Broly was in his armor. He was given the latest model of a new armor, wearing black boots with white borders and green-striped toes, purple form-fitting pants, and black armbands with white ridges. Initially, he wore a black, long-sleeved, form-fitting shirt as he found the armor too restrictive. He was later given black chest armor with a green midsection and shoulder pads. Broly had to admit that the armor fit his body perfectly, as if designed just for him.

The clock feature on Bardock's Scouter that the Slayer had implanted told him that Broly managed to stay in control of himself for nearly ten minutes. Bardock crossed his arms, his lips forming a smirk.

Over the past year, it had grown easier for Broly to control his anger. While he still snaps and loses control of himself when things don't go in his way in battle, the majority of the time he can hold it in. This was due to the Slayer's guidance; otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle his powers properly, and it would become a disaster. The Slayer and Broly had become close through these sessions, student and teacher.

Not to mention, in order to get Broly strong enough to protect Planet Vegeta from any potential threat, the Slayer gave him additional training, including the important lessons about controlling his anger. Broly responded better to his and Bardock's training when they showed signs of approval rather than shaking their heads when he got things wrong. This year his combat skills had improved; not only in terms of his physical abilities but also his mental capacities. That meant Bardock and Broly could begin training together on more complex tactics.

"Well done Broly, you've lasted ten minutes and sixteen seconds against me while in control," said Bardock. "You are starting to understand and study well how to use your power."

Broly looked pleased with himself. It was an improvement compared to his last attempt. Even though they both knew he was getting better, it was nice hearing him say so. "Thank you for your praise, Bardock. I think I will improve," Broly said confidently. "Will master Slayer approve?" Broly asked.

"Of course, Broly. Why wouldn't he? You are improving, and he can see it every time he looks at you. Now, let's continue the lesson."

Broly nodded eagerly. The two of them went back to their positions and were about to resume the training until a familiar voice called out from behind them, "Ah ah ah." The two boys stopped what they were doing and turned around. "Break time you two, It's time to eat."

Bardock chuckled as he recognized her voice. "Well, guess a little break wouldn't hurt, right Broly?"

Broly nodded and the two sat down on the ground together, picking up their trays, which contained cooked legs and drinks, and started eating. It wasn't long until Torah, Fasha, Shugesh, and Borgos flew by and joined them. They all sat and eat in silence for a moment until Broly asked, "Master Bardock, is it true that Master Slayer is a God of Destruction?"

Bardock took a large gulp of his drink as he contemplated Broly's question. "Nah, those are just rumors. Besides if he was a God of Destruction he wouldn't be wearing that armor or be carrying that tech," Bardock replied casually.

Shugesh spoke up, "That is true. He's still crazy strong though no doubt about it." He took another sip of his own drink. "But hey, it's a good thing he's on our side."

"Yeah," Borgos said. "If he was against us, we really would be in trouble." Borgos finished his drink, placing the empty glass on the tray next to him. Then he picked up his cooked breast meat and started chewing and continued. "Which reminds me, where is the Slayer?"

Fasha gulped her piece of meat. "I saw him go back to his tower not too long ago, probably crafting some new tech or something."

Torah smirked at Fasha. "Yeah, I've noticed you annoying him and taunting him constantly to fight you. What's up with that?"

Fasha glanced at Torah with a smirk. "What can I say? He's quite strong…for someone who isn't a Saiyan. How could I not be intrigued by him?"

Torah chuckled at Fasha's reply. "Oh ho ho trust me Fasha, you're not the only one who's intrigued by his strength and character," he said. "Hell, almost every Saiyan woman on Planet Vegeta seems interested in him."

Bardock swallowed the food in his mouth, "Well it is to be expected."

"Well if he isn't a God of Destruction what is he? I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting a sense that he's not from around here." Shugesh added.

"No one knows Shugesh," Torah answered. "To this day the Slayer still remains a mystery."

Borgos nodded. "Yeah, but who knows. Maybe one day he'll open up to us—"

The Scouter over everyone, except Gine and Broly's eyes began flashing and they pressed their hands to it.

"What is it?" Bardock said, then paused, listening. He narrowed his head. "Our next assignment is up?" He listened again, nodding his head. "Alright, we're on our way." He lowered his hand, looking at his comrades. "You all got that right?"

Broly turned to Bardock with a frown on his face. "What's going on Bardock?"

Bardock sighed as he stood up. "It appears we're assigned to another mission of wiping out the last of the Frieza force," he replied. "Unfortunately, this one is much bigger than the previous ones so King Vegeta wants both low class and the elites on the double." He looked to each of his teammates. "We should hurry. Let's go." With that Bardock turned away and blasted off into the air with Torah, Fasha, Shugesh, and Borgos following closely behind him.

Gine watched as they left then turned to face Broly and smiled. "Hey, I was planning to visit Slayer's tower to give him a gift. You wanna come? I'm sure he would like to see how you improved."

Broly smiled back, "Okay."

After putting away the trays, Gine and Broly flew towards the Slayer's tower. They landed near the double doors and knocked gently on them. Nothing. They tried knocking once, twice, three times but nothing happened.

"Should I call him out?" asked Gine.

"Don't bother."

Broly and Gine looked over their shoulders in unison to see Paragus approaching them. The duo tensed, not expecting Paragus to be there.

Paragus looked at the two. "You just missed him. He took his ship and left the planet not too long ago."

"Oh, really? Where is he going?" Gine asked.

Paragus shrugged, "How should I know, I didn't ask." He turned to his son Broly. "Come with me Broly, we have much to do."

"Yes, father." Broly followed his father obediently. Broly turned to Gine and nodded in acknowledgment. "Bye Gine."

She waved back. "See you around." She watches Broly and Paragus fly off together into the sky.

Gine looked up to said sky and smiled.

These past two years have been peaceful and quiet so far. She only hopes it stays that way.

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The journey was silent but not uncomfortably so since the only noises heard were the humming of the machine as it worked overtime trying to keep the vessel in perfect condition. The hyperdrive was running smoothly and steadily without having any problems so far.

Doom Slayer sat on his seat, arms crossed, leaned back, glaring. Angered at this faint energy that Vega picked up about a minute ago. Could this said energy belong to a demon? Whatever it is, he's more than capable of taking it out effortlessly. His glare deepened at the thought of a group of demons already slaughtering civilians.

He also thought it was best that he leave Planet Vegeta anyway. Sure he tolerated folks like Bardock, Gine, and Broly throughout the years but he couldn't stand some of the other Saiyans there. Especially that Fasha woman. Through the past two years she had been constantly annoying him by asking to spar with him almost everyday. Some days he would flat out refuse her request but most days he would humor her just to put her in her place.

Of course, he had to admit that she could indeed put up quite the resistance. She would even start fighting him when she knew she shouldn't because sparring with him or fighting him would be utterly pointless. He could feel himself slowly losing patience with her. At first he was able to keep his temper under control. However, after a while he grew tired of her constant taunting.

"We are approaching our destination." Vega informed him.

Looking out the front window, the Slayer saw this earth covered planet. It was huge and green, surrounded by mountains and forests, filled with waterfalls and rivers, all surrounded by lush greenery and trees. His ship flew over one of the small mountain ranges and trees, flying down to a large round clearing in the midst of the forest.

They slowed down to a stop at the edge of the clearing and the engines died down.

The Slayer unbuckled himself. Getting to his feet he started towards the platform and descended to said platform. He stepped out onto the open area. He stood there for a moment, surveying the area before him. Trees surrounding him on all sides, plants covering the ground, birds chirping, wildlife moving about everywhere.

The Slayer walked forward, dodging through trees, vines and brush. Looking around, there weren't any people around; no signs of any buildings, either. He continued walking further through the area, searching. His armor scans the environment. His scanners detected some life forms. Insects flitting between trees, animals scurrying through foliage. All were living creatures that seemed to avoid him, due to his intimidating presence.

The Slayer continued walking farther and eventually arrived at a cliffside overlooking a giant waterfall that falls straight down into a big lake below. A river flows across the edge, its waters crashing against rocks below, forming an endless stream. The Slayer observed the area carefully. After checking out the lake, he scanned the trees, bushes and plants for signs of life but saw none.

The Slayer's eyes darted to his right as the radar pinged on his visor. Scanning ahead, the Slayer caught sight of a dark form moving amongst the trees. He hid himself behind one of the thick trees and crept closer, trying to spot the figure. His vision finally settled on a lone small figure walking alone through the forest. He couldn't make out the person's features as he was hidden behind the trees. It wasn't until said small figure came out from the trees and stopped in front of the large waterfall did he notice the boy's hair.

That's…

His brow furrowed and he blinked, thinking about who or what could possibly look that similar to the man he's known for two years. Suddenly his eyes locked on the boy's familiar tail swaying from behind red.

A Saiyan. Of course it was.

But that wasn't what struck the Slayer the most, it was his features. The wild black hair, the black eyes…he looked exactly like Bardock. But with a bit of innocence and gentle expression like Gine. But how could that be? There's no way he has such a resemblance to the two, unless…. The Slayer frowned even harder as he thought. He glanced back to the lake, seeing the boy's tail continue to sway behind his back.

The Slayer's thoughts raced and suddenly it clicked. Thats….that's Kakarot. The Slayer recalled a time long ago when Bardock and Gine told him before he arrived on Planet Vegeta, they sent their second born son Kakarot to earth in order to save him from Planet Vegata's almost certain destruction. As if reading the Slayer's mind, Vega spoke up.

"My scans indicate that this is Kakarot, Bardock's son. Age: 10 years old, height: 3ft, bloodline: Saiyan." Stated Vega.

The Slayer raised a brow. Vega just realized that?

The Slayer watched Kakarot from afar as the kid went and jumped from branch after branch, giggling happily as he fell through the air. Eventually the kid landed on the ground close to the lake, where the waterfall crashed against the shore. A wide smile spread across Kakarot's face. The boy looked up at the massive waterfall.

The Slayer was brought back to the present when Vega spoke again.

"The faint energy I detected earlier is not too far from here. I have marked the location on your HUD." With that being said, the Slayer looked at Kakarot one last time before walking. Advancing deeper into the woods towards where the faint energy was coming from.

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A/N: Hey it's me, Goku! Well, seems things are going well. But with the way things are now, I don't think we will be seeing the Saiyans for quite a while. Hey, look! That's me! Man this brings back so many memories during my days as a kid. Wait...what the heck is that?!

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 10: AN UNEXPECTED COUNTER ATTACK

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Chapter 10: An Unexpected Counter Attack

The Slayer walks down a single file.

It seems like a normal, normal forest on Earth. No danger anywhere nearby. The wind blew past his helmet. Everything seems tranquil and serene. He stops for a moment, looking around before continuing forward. Still no sign of anything out of the ordinary.

Right hand reaching into his subspace back, he takes out his shotgun which he then slings across his shoulder before continuing forward. He brought up his left hand, pushing a big leaf out of his path. When he got through though, he brought his arm to his eyes, shielding them as the light had increased while picking up the sound of birds chirping; and a breeze blowing gently on his face. The young-man waited patiently for a moment before slowly opening them, adjusting his vision to everything that's loading into view.

The first thing he saw was a hut in the distance. The house was small with a wooden pointed roof, the structure was made in both bricks and stone. Windows, which were round shaped, were closed tight. Two doors were set in the middle with symbols painted above each door.

The Slayer started towards the house but immediately stopped.

His radar pinging in warning. His instincts tell him to be cautious. His eyes scans every nook and cranny of the surrounding area as best he could, taking in everything in view and his armor scanning any sign of movement in all directions.

"I was hoping you would come, Slayer."

The Slayer snapped his head to his left. A tall humanoid stood behind the trees wearing Sentinel armor. They wore an earthy green armor, with a plate on the left of their chests, with a red glow in the center. Their upper under-armor seems to have been torn away, as some shreds can be seen from underneath their ammo belts. The lack of under-armor reveals their chests, with deathly-pale skin and visible dark veins leading to the heart. They have a larger pauldron on their left shoulder, and heavy armor down the arm.

The Slayer's suspensions came back with a vengeance as he recognized who this was.

"I'll admit Slayer, at first it was quite hard finding you," said the Marauder. "I searched high and low for you. Massacring planet after planet for decades… and finally I found you..." The Marauder demon laughed slightly. "I can tell just by looking at you. You're a lot stronger than the last time we fought."

The Slayer didn't say anything to acknowledge the statement, instead deepening his glare on the demon. The Marauder simply smiled again.

"Ah yes, I suppose that even now after all these eons you'd still hold on to your oath of silence," the demon stated, crossing his arms. "Still loyal to your oath, are you?" The demon chuckled softly. "Then what about your little friends? How have they fared? Your beloved Sentinel companions, I presume? They weren't so silent after I rid their pathetic existence from their bodies." He paused for a second, looking off into the horizon. The Marauder raised his voice to be heard over the wind. "And that one... I killed her too. It was such a pain having to kill and waste such a specimen like her. She was too precious."

A growl rumbled deep in the Slayer's throat, but he managed to suppress it with great difficulty. Both fists balled tightly at his side. He felt his breathing slow and steady. The adrenaline started running through his body.

The Marauder smirked at the expression on the Slayer's face, clearly amused. The demon walked closer until only a few feet remained between them.

"Oh? Did I strike a nerve?" Asked the demon, his voice lowering an octave in mock concern. "My apologies if I have done something to cause offense. After all, I did promise to harm those you love. Even when doing such things, I always keep my word." His gaze shifted to stare directly into the Slayer's eyes. "You should've realized that the day you crossed my path..." He let the sentence hang, waiting for a response.

The Slayer glared at the Marauder. There were several minutes of tense silence where nothing seemed to happen except the wind and the rustling of leaves. Finally, the Marauder spoke.

"You know Slayer; I haven't forgotten what you did to me eons ago," said the Marauder. "I've kept my word ever since. If you want to know how long, it is five thousand years." He raised one arm. Five fingers extended from the palm of his hand. "Five thousand years since I first laid eyes on you." He lowered his arm. "Five thousand years since you broke your oath and destroyed a life's work," the Marauder emphasized his words with clenched teeth. "MY work, my life!" He shouted, raising his fist into the air before slamming it heavily on the ground. "Do you know what it feels like to be betrayed by your own ally?! To know that they chose to save those weak, low life humans instead of staying loyal to the to the Khan Maykr herself and uphold their duty!" The Marauder looked down at the ground, clenching his jaw, anger coursing through every fiber of his being.

"Would you find it hard to believe that I used to look up to you? That I thought of you as my idol, a Hero? A worthy adversary? That I once dreamed of becoming your equal?" The Marauder closes his eyes. "How pathetic of me. That I allow my admiration for the likes of you to cloud me from the truth." He snapped his eyes open to look straight at the Slayer again. "But I see that now. You are not what I believed you to be. You are not worthy of the title. The very idea makes me sick." His expression morphed into pure loathing. "It is just as they say, Isn't it? You are nothing more but a false idol, a usurper." The Marauder reached for his back, right hand grasping the grip of his scabbard as a smirk spread across his lips.

"Well, the past matters not anymore. All that remains is the present. You and me; the great Slayer and the Marauder; we shall fight to the end—to the death." The demon stepped back, unsheathing his sword. Its blade began glowing, giving off the eerie aura of crimson light. Said blade pulse with unrefined energy, the tip radiating hot plasma from its point. "Now…show me the fruits of your power!" The Demon of Rage bellowed.

A loud crash echoed through the forest as the two launched themselves towards each other, the demon's blade flashing dangerously in the sunlight. The Marauder's blade met the Slayer's arm as he blocked it, throwing himself back to dodge the follow up attack from the Marauder who slashed his sword across the Slayer's armor, which unfortunately failed to scratch him.

The Slayer jumped up again, his speed doubled that what it was before.

The Slayer's punch landed, digging into the Marauder's gut and sending him backward, clutching his middle, eyes wide with shock and pain.

But he didn't give him time to recover. As soon as the Marauder took in a breath, he kicked the demon in the chest, sending the warrior flying past trees, hitting a couple with his sword as he went. Right hand reached behind Slayer's back through subspace, pulling out his rocket launcher, he brought the sights down and engaged the lock-on. The system took a moment to lock on all four. Then there was a faint beep, and the missiles went flying.

They sped towards the Marauder at such great speeds. They collided with him, causing a bright flash of light as they exploded. The Demon rolled on the ground, skidding across the mud and grass until he stopped against a tree with a hard thud. He sat up, holding his middle as blood poured out of him onto the leaves and dirt below.

He coughed, trying to expel the smoke from the explosions, his head spinning as his stomach churned in discomfort. He stared off into the distance where the Slayer had disappeared moments ago. The Demon's eyes darted around the surrounding area, searching for his foe.

The Marauder narrowed his eyes.

Where did he go?

The Marauder blinked, immediately whipping around to block a bullet fired from behind him. The demon grunted, taking another step back to regain his footing, deflecting a barrage of bullets sent his way. The shots were quickly replaced by more incoming projectiles. A stray bullet flew towards his torso, but he quickly turned and dodged it by stepping to the side. Another missile came rushing towards him, only to bounce off the armor covering his shoulder as he spun around in time to avoid a volley of rounds. The Slayer appeared to his side. Throwing a right hook but was blocked by the demon's blade.

The pair continued trading blows, dodging each other, attempting to gain the upper hand, striking each other repeatedly. The Marauder was surprised at how much more skilled the Slayer was. He must've studied how to use his power. The Slayer dodges another slash of the blade before lunging forward with a roundhouse kick aimed for the Demon's head. The Marauder leaned to the side, avoiding the blow easily as he retaliated with a series of rapid slashes. Said rapid slashes miss their mark. The Slayer then followed by slapping the sword away from the demon's grasp as it flew in the air and landed far away from them.

When they met again, they were locked into a heated brawl that trailed across the forest. The clashing of their fists burst through the air as they fought furiously, both opponents moving at blinding speeds, the demon unable to land any hits due to the Slayer's superior strength and reaction time. Trees and rocks shattered as they collided, debris flying everywhere and hitting trees and branches. Dust billowed up around them as they fought, both fighters throwing barrages of punches and kicks with no mercy. The wind picked up, blowing some of the dust that littered around the forest floor high into the sky, making it seem like the world outside was shrouded in darkness.

From a mile away cries of surprise and fear of villagers who had gathered outside of their huts to watch the force of the wind spinning the dust around and obscuring the combatants could be heard among the rumbling of thunderous thunder and occasional flashes of lightning behind the mountains.

The Marauder was sent flying again, crashing roughly to the ground. When he rose back to his feet, he found himself in front of the Slayer. His eyes widened as he barely dodged the double barrel's buck shells fired towards him. Said shells cut his cheek as crimson blood seeped down his face. The wound wasn't deep enough to cause any permanent damage though, just a slight irritation.

The Marauder jumped up, doubling his speed to throw a punch but it was unfortunate. The Slayer tilted his head, dodging said punch and punched the demon squarely in the chest, sending him flying forward.

Reaching behind his back once again, the Slayer whips out his chaingun. Slowly the barrels began to spin to life, they spun faster and faster every second. Reaching top speed though a swarm of powerful projectiles shoots forward at an incredible rate. It shot out of the barrels with incredible velocity, heading straight toward the Marauder.

The demon raises his arms in defense. The missiles slammed into him at full force, forcing them through his body until the tips came out through the opposite side of his chest. Blood gushed out of his mouth as the Marauder slid backwards, his knees scraping along the muddy ground. He looked down at the red liquid splashed all over his armor.

With a flash of blue light, the weapon the Slayer had been holding vanished, and was replaced with his super shotgun. He raised it to aim it directly at the Demon's forehead, about to squeeze the trigger.

"Power pole extend!"

The Slayer and Marauder blinked, looking to the right. A long wooden red pole stretched out, speeding towards the Marauder who was still laying on the ground. Before either could react, the pole collided with the Demon's face.

The impact jolted through the Marauder, causing him to let out a grunt. Forcing his face down on the mud. The Slayer's gaze shifted to the owner of the pole—a familiar young boy with wild black hair and black eyes glared at the stunned demon. Though he didn't show it, the Slayer was surprised when he recognized him.

Kakarot? He thought, confused. What is he doing here?

Kakarot walked up to the Slayer. Standing between himself and the demon still face down on the ground. The demon lifted his head, spitting blood and slime onto the ground. He glanced up at the newcomer with one eye.

"Damn you…you brat!" he spat, glaring daggers at Kakarot with his good eye. Kakarot narrowed his eyes, pointing his red pole at the demon.

"I don't know what's going on, but you leave the big guy alone." Kakarot snapped back.

Before the Marauder could even respond, something caught all three of their attentions. Dirt, dust and wind began to pick up. Plants and bushes whipped around violently, leaves and pebbles on the ground being swooped away, pulled towards some anomaly that was taking place.

As the wind grew more ominous. Red particles begin to spark out and fly around in this contained windstorm, before a small blue ball appears in the road. Shining bright for just a flash, the ball dulls to an almost black shade of color, as it rapidly expands in size. The ball transformed into a large, deep crimson circle. Standing almost as tall as one of the buildings in this town, the circular anomaly spins ever so slowly, small red sparks fly out and dance around it.

Once it came into a complete spin, a cloaked figure stepped out of the portal and stood next to the Marauder, the demon getting to his feet. The cloak figure turned to Marauder and motioned their head slightly toward the portal, nodding, then rolled their body around stepping back inside the portal. The Marauder nodded back before turning his gaze towards the Slayer with sheer contempt.

"It brings me disdain to say that you obviously won this battle. Enjoy this victory while you can, Slayer. We will meet again…this isn't over." The demon spat, smirking darkly.

The Marauder then turned and headed towards the portal, disappearing within seconds as the portal closed off behind him.

The Slayer and Kakarot watched as the portal closed. Kakarot tilted his head curiously.

"Who was that guy?" he asked.

The Slayer remained quiet.

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A tall silhouette sat on their throne. Watching the scene unfold from their glass ball suspended in midair. They stared at the armored figure and the boy with a tail standing behind him with wonderment.

The silhouette's dark eyes glinted in the moonlight as they narrowed. A small, dark laugh echoing forth from a mouth with fanged teeth. The sound echoed around them, bouncing off the walls, filling the air with its haunting sound. The laughter died down, replaced by silence. The silhouette chuckled, leaning forward and grasping onto their hands. Clasping them firmly. Their dark eyes stared at the Slayer, narrowing dangerously.

"Well, well….looks like we have a new challenger."

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A/N: Hey it's me, Goku! Oh man! That demon was scary not gonna lie but strong at the same time. Hehehe, well as strong as they were they weren't strong enough to take down Doomguy—I mean Doom Slayer! Sorry. Seems Doom Slayer is still searching for that unknown energy but what exactly could it be anyway? Hey, Doomguy! Don't wander off without me!

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 11: ALLIES FROM THE SHADOWS!

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Chapter 11: Allies From The Shadows

Being a galactic soldier in the military is a privilege, a position of power. Not that it's always easy to tell what's actually an "enlistment" and what's not. It certainly feels like one sometimes - especially when you're a kid who hasn't even made your first kill yet and are trying to learn the ropes, as if your life weren't already in danger.

But then there are the times when they'll look at you with those dead eyes and tell you you're good, you have potential, and you can start serving in the ranks after this mission. Sometimes you'll be called by one of the generals or admirals or something fancy like that, because they know you were part of the original unit and you know some stuff. They might even make you one of their own. And while the idea makes sense, it makes your heart pound in fear, for all the reasons why.

And Dinrew doesn't do well being afraid. Being scared of the unknown. He's been doing pretty damn well for years now. Well enough, anyway.

Due to his accomplishments through the ranks, the general had given him special missions to his interest, among them were conquering planet Arus. The Arusians, though nomadic and poor, weren't really a threat to the Empire, but they could be useful. And he did it well with excellence and diligence. That alone should convince everyone that he's a soldier to be reckoned with and feared.

Well, not as much as the Emperor that Dinrew serves under. The Emperor is known by all as Frieza and Cooler's cousin in more than one way, from his calm composure and terrifying reputation, to his ruthless ambition and unending quest to rule over every star system within a hundred lightyears' radius. There were rumors that he was two times stronger then even Frieza, but those were just idle whispers amongst soldiers on both sides. The fact that they don't dare speak anything out loud only adds credibility and credence to that rumor.

The Emperor knows how to hold his own. He can be as cruel as a tiger and as cunning as a fox. Everyone knows that. But he also respects the men around him, as a leader ought to. He was born into the Imperial family and grew up surrounded by nobles who raised him to be the Emperor he is today, and his name was Crimlet.

Dinrew watched with pity as Emperor Crimlet's right hand gripped the neck of the young man kneeling before him and crushed it between his palms until the bones snapped. Blood sprayed all around the throne room, drenching the floor in gold as if it were raining and gore onto the palace walls.

Dinrew's stomach turned and he gagged. It wasn't just the blood. It was everything that followed.

He heard screams as people tried to escape but couldn't, and he saw civilians running away from his troops while others cowered in the corners. The air was thick with the smell of burning flesh and the clanking sound of metal as bodies collapsed to the ground.

Dinrew turned his gaze back to Crimlet, whose expression remained stony despite the chaos. If one saw him for the first time, they would've mistaken him as King Cold but with a few differences. For starters, his deep colored lips and two horns protruding from his skull. Unlike Frieza and Cooler who were mostly purple or pink in color, Crimlet was all crimson and there were red areas as well. His snake-like tail swished behind him, keeping balance as he stood. His eyes were slanted and he wore black armor with dark purple shoulder pads out to the sides, and wore a scouter with a scarlet screen.

"Y-You killed my son!" Dinrew heard the father shout, turning away from Crimlet and seeing the father holding the lifeless corpse in his arms. "How could you do this?!"

Crimlet crossed his arms. "Did you not hear me? I simply told him to surrender this planet to me and he and his people would've lived. But, no, the fool refused. So here I am." The Emperor stepped forward, and the people backed up again. "If your son hadn't been so stubborn and obstinate then he wouldn't be dead now." He rolled his body around, his cape spreading behind him like a halo. "Now, Dinrew. Finish off this vermin and meet me back on my ship." He gestured to the father, his wife, and his children behind him before exiting the throne room with his soldiers marching to his side.

Dinrew step towards the father. Right hand reached out, his palm charging with violent cyan energy. The family before him cowered.

"Please… please stop. Please just kill me and leave my family alone." The father pleaded, dropping his head to the ground, hiding his face beneath his hands. The mother covered her little girl's eyes. The youngest boy whimpered, looking terrified.

Dinrew's eyes narrowed. No matter. He's been given orders; they will be followed. The power fled from his hand. Consuming the family and their screams flooded the room. Nothing but black ashes and charred flesh were left of his targets.

Dinrew turns and exits the throne room. Passing by a few of his troops blasting their blasters at the remaining rebels, he continued walking down the winding hallways until he was outside and stood by Crimlet's side.

The Emperor stared at the city around them. He looked around in fascination before turning to look at Dinrew. "This could be a good homing base," he says. "It has the necessary infrastructure. This planet will never fall and our forces may advance further into space. With these people's technology, I have no doubt that we will conquer planet Ekkon, eventually."

Dinrew nodded thoughtfully. "What's our next move, my lord?"

Crimlet glanced at Dinrew for a moment. "For now, we will remain here and fly back to the stars tomorrow," he said, gesturing with a hand for Dinrew to follow him further down the street. The soldiers began to follow them, their blasters lowered. "Once planet Ekkon is ours, I'll be leaving you in charge of that planet while I go pay a visit to my cousins; we haven't seen each other in a long while. Until then, we will begin setting up our base here."

Dinrew nodded again, not knowing what else to say. 'Yes, sir.'

"Lord Crimlet!"

Both Dinrew and Crimlet looked up to the direction of the cry. A female soldier ran towards them, stopping and dropped to one knee, panting heavily. "My lord," she said, looking up at Crimlet. "We received another report…"

"From whom?" Crimlet asked.

"From the Frieza Froce, sir," she replied. "They said that both Frieza and Cooler, and King Cold… are dead."

Every soldier including Dinrew stopped moving, the wind completely stilled as they listened attentively to the news. A silence settled upon the imperial capital as all eyes fixated upon the woman.

Dinrew was the most shocked out of everyone. Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold…dead? But how? Who could've been strong enough to defeat those three? Could it have been the Saiyans? His mind raced with possibilities as he searched for any sign of dishonesty or trickery in the woman's words, searching for anything that could point to a possibility that didn't exist. But nothing seemed to stand out, not even a hint. The woman just told the truth.

Dinrew looked up at Crimlet and to his and everyone's surprise, found a slight smile on Crimlet's face.

Crimlet shook his head, chuckling. "I'm not suprised," he answered. "It was only a matter time before he and Cooler gone soft and let themselves be slain by one of those Saiyans."

The woman blinked. "Actually, they weren't slain by the Saiyans, my lord."

Crimlet's grin widened. "No?" He asked. "And who were they then? Some rouge group of warriors and fools who had the gall to try taking down the greatest threat ever?" he laughed. The female soldier shook her head.

"Not at all, my lord." She took a deep breath as she composed herself. "Not by a group of warriors, but by one armored warrior alone."

All the soldiers immediately tensed up at her words, their eyes locked on the woman. Even Crimlet was taken aback by that revelation but then his face relaxed slightly. "And who might that be," he asked. "Did your sources give out the name of this lone armored warrior?"

"Indeed." The woman bowed.

"Who?"

She straightened up. "They say he goes by the name…Doom Slayer."

Dinrew narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms, humming in thought. "Doom Slayer…" he murmured. His brow furrowed and he closed his eyes, thinking.

"So," Crimlet said, breaking the silence. " This so-called Doom Slayer slain my cousins as well as King Cold." He crossed his arms, his smirk deepening with each passing second. "That means that he beat me to it. What a shame," he sighed.

"What should we do, my lord? Do you want us to set course for Planet Vegeta?" Dinrew asked, looking up at Crimlet.

"No, that won't be necessary Dinrew." Crimlet waved him away dismissively. "Besides, if my cousins and King Cold couldn't match up with the Doom Slayer himself, then flying over to Planet Vegeta would be an unwise move." He looked up to the sky whilst his eyes closed. "I admire the Slayer's accomplishment but at the same time I'm disappointed in my cousins for their failure. And the fact that they lost against this lone armored warrior," Crimlet chuckled. "A lone warrior! It seems that even the mighty Frieza wasn't invincible after all… but, it matters not." Crimlet's smirk grew, his eyes brightening with excitement. "To make up for their incompetence, i will take great pleasure to rid this foe for myself. But… we must be patient - that day will have to wait."

The female soldier bowed. Right hand placed on her chest. "Then, what's the plan, my lord?" She asked.

Crimlet opened his eyes and looked back at the woman. "The plan doesn't change. We are still setting course for planet Ekkon and conquer it," he explained simply. "But once we have it in our possession, Dinrew." He glances down to Dinrew who stares up back at him waiting for his next order, "Find me this Doom Slayer and observe him carefully. Find out what kind of a fighter he really is. I want to learn about him and what I am truly up against, do not engage him and do well not to leave out any detail," Crimlet paused. "If you discover some valuable or interesting information of the enemy, tell me immediately. Understood?"

Dinrew nodded, not saying a word.

"Good." Crimlet gave him a smile. "You're dismissed. You too, Dinrew."

Dinrew saluted. "Sir!"

Crimlet nodded and turned back towards the palace. As soon as Dinrew and the woman were out of sight, Crimlet let out a hearty laugh. "Doom Slayer…" he muttered to himself. "That title sounds ancient and far too grandiose for such a puny warrior." He turned to look at the city around them. "However… it seems appropriate for someone as impressive as him to slain my cousins. Doom Slayer…" He grinned, leaning forward, his voice dropping low. "I look forward to meeting you one day."

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King Vegeta sat on his throne, staring at the six senators gathered before him. His expression was unreadable as he surveyed them one by one. They were seated around a circular table in a small room that looked more like a dungeon than an opulent conference hall. The walls were covered with thick black stone blocks that were so close together that they formed a solid, impenetrable barrier between themselves and the king.

"Gentlemen, I think we can all agree that these past two years have been most enlightening," said an elder Senator with a smile, "and I think we should discuss it together rather than separately." At this he turned to one of the closest middle-age Senators to his left. "Starting with the three factions." The senator gestured with a hand as the man next to him nodded.

"Yes," the middle-aged senator agreed, "Ever since the Doom Slayer's interference all those years ago, the Saiyans on Planet Vegeta have been divided into three factions. There's the low class and the elites that we are all too familiar with, and then there's the Slayer Core itself."

King Vegeta nodded, looking thoughtful. He learned about this from the reports that had come back over the months. On the day when the Doom Slayer defeated King Cold and Cooler more than five-hundred Saiyans, both low class and elites, gathered together and created what he quotes in the reports as 'a fan club', or something close to that. It wasn't hard to figure out what that was meant for.

The Slayer Core. The elite and low class faction, which was composed of nearly fifty members of both Saiyan men and women; it was also made up of a large group of warriors who considered the Slayer an idol and an inspiration to push themselves to get stronger. As such, they tended to be very loyal to the Doom Slayer, and often trained with him, even though the Slayer absolutely demolished them on the regular.

All the members of the Slayer Core went as far as wearing new Saiyan armor with the Doom Slayer's sigil marked on their right breast plate – it was the first time the Saiyan King had seen anything like that and he honestly didn't know how to feel about it. When he inquired about the symbol later in private, the leaders of the Slayer Core explained that the symbol represented fear and a warning in battle, while both the symbol and the armor itself symbolized their loyalty toward the Doom Slayer. And so it remained.

"It amazes me how fast the Slayer has become popular among the lower class and surprisingly the elites too," the elder senator continued, "This could spell trouble for the Saiyan race and our way of life if we don't act soon." He took a sip from a glass of water that someone had placed beside his seat during the discussion.

A bearded senator nodded, "I agree. I admire the Doom Slayer's accomplishment but I fear his presence is badly influencing our way of life as a warrior race, especially when we have no way of fighting back against him."

"Well," a tall, elegant young Saiyan woman senator spoke up. She narrowed her eyes at the other Senators, "We mustn't underestimate him. He has proven to be well experienced in combat and his strength alone is enough to overwhelm many of us. But it's like you said, we are a conquerors, a warrior race not some peace folk!" She stood up abruptly, causing the table she sat at to tip precariously over. "This can not stand," she declared, right hand clenched tight. "But I am no fool. Fighting the Doom Slayer is suicidal. We need to find another solution." She glanced around the room, meeting each person's eyes. "We can't sit here and accept defeat."

"What do we propose we do?" A short, bald man asked quietly after a few moments of silence passed.

"I think I know."

Every Saiyan senator, including King Vegeta, turned to look towards the entrance to the chamber where a voice had spoken. Their eyes landed on a tall black cloaked figure standing just outside the doorway. A tall, muscular man stood behind him, who also wore a cloak as both of their faces were partially concealed by the dark cloth, save for their bright red eyes.

King Vegeta abruptly stood up from his throne. Glaring at the two uninvited guests. "Who are you?" he demanded, walking towards the stranger in the doorway. "How dare you intrude upon my chambers, intruder? You've got no business being here!" He stopped mere inches away from the stranger and stared into his deep crimson orbs.

The cloaked man smirked at him in response, taking a step closer to the king. "Oh, I wouldn't be too sure." His smirk grew wider as he raised a gloved hand to reveal a glowing gemstone embedded within his palm. "Think of us as allies. Ones who are willing to help you with your… problem."

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A/N: Hey it's me, Goku! Man, I know some of those guys admire him but I didn't think they would go that far for him? Hehehe, I find it funny that they made their own fan club that's inspired by Doomguy. But hey, least he's got some potential allies that will have his back. I am little wary about those guys in dark cloaks though. Just who the heck are they anyway?

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CHAPTER 12: A NEW THREAT

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Chapter 12: A New Threat

Kolard sat on a branch high in the canopy, staring down at the tiny clearing below him, where his squad of Saiyan forces was laughing and celebrating their victory. It wasn't like he could really join in the festivities because while most other Saiyans enjoyed fighting, food, and drink (and sex), not all of them ate and drank the way Kolard did. But it didn't seem to bother any of them too much since they were still happy to have won.

He leaned back against the tree trunk with an aggravated sigh and closed his eyes. He knew exactly why he'd come up here - but that didn't make him feel any better about it. If anything, he felt even more frustrated. The mission had been simple - infiltrate the last few Frieza forces camped out along the northern borders of their territory and eliminate all those that remained. It would've been easy enough for Kolard. His powers were just as powerful as the others', he could easily crush each individual warrior, so there should've been no reason to waste time fighting the whole bunch instead of one or two at best. But that wasn't the problem.

Kolard hasn't found a good challenge from any fighter since his fight with Cooler two years ago. Not once. He couldn't stand it but he didn't voice his feelings. Right hand was raised up to the side of his head, he tapped his Scouter. No messages either, nothing to read about a new battle happening, no new information on the enemy or any updates from Bardock's end, only empty static. He let his arm drop back down and stared off into the distance again, distracting himself with thoughts of his childhood with Planet Vegeta as his home.

His father was tan by skin and his mother was pale. He inherited his father's skin but he carried his mother's heart and her determination. He grew strong through her training and dedication and now his strength lay solely in winning fights. As a child, he was a quick learner and soon became proficient enough to take care of himself, not having any problems surviving alone or effortlessly defeating weaker opponents in a fair fight.

Both of his parents raised him to be a proud Saiyan warrior. Fighting was in Kolard's blood. He didn't care about the low or high ranks of fighters. He carried his determination through every battle of his life; it was how he survived and thrived through the harshest circumstances and most difficult battles of his youth until he reached adulthood. He knew his placement through the battlefield made him a valuable fighter for the Saiyans, he knew it made him dangerous for his enemies as well, but he didn't care. And, if you asked him later, he still wouldn't care.

Because of his achievements through his victories, he earned his rightful place as the second strongest Saiyan warrior among the elites. Even though some other Saiyan warriors fought alongside him, most of them didn't hold the same position that he held - as an elite warrior first and foremost and as a bodyguard after that. For the longest time, he considered himself a natural born warrior first, a natural born fighter second and finally an honorable warrior.

He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky. It's a shame that his parents are no longer among the living. Their deaths happened shortly after he turned eighteen and before he could begin his own career - but that was what had happened. Kolard didn't allow their deaths to influence or affect his life. The people needed him and his abilities, especially now that the war with Frieza had ended, so he accepted their death as something unavoidable. But he can feel content knowing they died as true warriors and without regrets, with smiles on their faces.

So yes, Kolard was a naturally gifted warrior but a natural born Saiyan second. Just as King Vegeta needed him, so did it need his power and his loyalty.

Kolard reached his hand up and scratched his head. Though he wasn't the type to voice his opinions, he believed King Vegeta made a grave error by permitting Nappa to be Prince Vegeta's caretaker. Kolard knew how to be tactical when the situation demanded, cunning when there was no time for that sort of thing, ruthless when necessary and always ready to fight to the bitter end. If he was given the position instead of him he may be of great use to the Prince's squad in future battles.

Kolard lowered his head, crossed his arms, and sighed again. He'd never admit it but he felt a rivalry with Nappa. They were both born as elite warriors among the ranks of the Saiyans. Kolard knew Nappa was only the Prince's caretaker because he and King Vegeta fought together through every battle of their lives. But it was honestly unfair. In his mind's eye, he was an expert-fighter in the field of battle, a tactician with no shortage of strategic ideas - and, most importantly, he understood how to stay composed when things didn't go his way. Nappa did not.

Nappa often allows his anger to get the best of him, becoming extremely enraged and infuriated and unable to think properly, which results in Vegeta constantly reminding or, in some cases, ordering him to calm down. Whenever Vegeta tells off Nappa for acting asinine, or not listening, Nappa apologizes to Vegeta, usually in a slightly fearful state, and then proceeds to claim he was not thinking straight, showing his respect for Vegeta.

"Stop whining Kolard…" Kolard said under his breath, closing his eyes. When he reopened them, he bolted forward and stood upright.

The green lens of his Scouter came to life as numbers dialed rapidly towards the top right corner. Kolard quickly adjusted his gaze onto the screen in front of him. Based on what it was analyzing, Kolard could tell there were a number of strong high power-levels about a mile away. It was a small group of six to eight people who were standing motionless.

"Hey, Kolard! You getting this too?" Kolard heard one of his men shouting from below him.

Kolard looked down at them. "Yeah, I see it. I'm gonna go check it out. Wait here for further orders."

With that Kolard dove downwards and blasted towards the sky. He flew faster than usual due to his new found speed but kept his altitude above the ground. He landed safely behind them and narrowed his gaze on each of his adversaries. Each of them wore the same black cloaks, which covered all their physical features aside from their hands. Kolard walked towards them, his eyes fixated on their backs as he approached. He took note of their battle power when his Scouter picked up traces of it. All eight individuals in front of him had different numbers of power, the highest level being forty-thousand - the highest of all the individuals that had entered the field.

Kolard's eyes widened slightly at that amount.

The next three people were also powerful. One had a power level of twenty-thousand, the other next to him was thirty thousand - the highest of any individual he'd seen thus far. However, their power levels weren't as strong as the other three behind them.

The three cloaked figures were equal in power at a power level of fifty-thousand. Kolard furrowed his brow at that. That's quite the high power level. But it's nothing for him to worry about; these people won't pose a serious threat to him. It's the two tall figures in the front that worries him. The duo's power levels were seventy-thousand each, which meant that, if one were to engage the one Kolard in battle, the other would follow suit and assist.

All the cloaked figures turned. Their bright red eyes shone brightly against the darkness of the night sky as Kolard's figure approached them. Kolard stopped in front of them. He crossed his arms.

"I don't know who you are, but if you're one of Frieza's troops then you came far too late. We've already blasted your comrades to oblivion," Kolard said. His voice sounded cold and firm, as it should sound. His tone was stern and authoritative yet calm and collected at the same time.

None of the cloaked figures responded.

"If any of you value your lives, then leave. Leave now while you still have a chance," Kolard said as he slowly moved closer. "It'll do you and your friends no good to fight us now."

No response came from the cloaked figures. There was silence between them. Then suddenly the cloaked figure to Kolard's left spoke up, the softness of his voice somehow contrasting sharply with the harshness of his words.

"Are we really going to listen to a mere grunt like yourself?" He spat. "You Saiyans think you're invisible but a mere mosquito can't soar if its wings are plucked out."

The cloaked figure in the middle turned to his left. "Enough." He ordered the person to his left, his throaty voice resonating inside his cloak. He turned back to face Kolard. "Allow me to inquire something of you, Saiyan. What is your name?"

"Kolard," Kolard said flatly and stared into the masked stranger's red eyes. "So what is your purpose in coming here?"

The cloaked leader narrowed his red eyes dangerously as he observed Kolard. "Our purpose does not concern you, Kolard. You're familiar with the Doom Slayer aren't you?"

There was a brief moment of silence where Kolard simply stood still, his expression still a blank and emotionless mask as he stared at the cloaked man. "I know who he is. So what?"

"Then do tell me… where is he?"

Kolard remained silent. He stared at the cloaked leader for a few more moments before answering. "Even if I knew, what makes you think I'm gonna tell you."

The dark cloaked man's lips widen to a sinister smile beneath his cloak. "So that confirms it then. He's not here."

Kolard narrowed his eyes. "And just how do you know about the Doom Slayer?" He asked.

Kolard's attention was pulled away from the leader. Turning his gaze at the cloak figure at the far end that was chuckling.

"Oh, we have our ways, Saiyan." A womanly voice replied. Her voice held a hint of excitement within it. "But like he said, our purpose does not concern you. For now, you should worry about the people who're about to end your pitiful life in the next two minutes."

All but one cloaked figure disappeared from view, leaving behind a very confused and irritated Kolard in the center of the clearing. Alone with the cloaked woman. Kolard watched her carefully as she turned with her nose pointed towards the sky. She sighed in satisfaction.

"They're gone now. Guess they're off to do their part." The cloaked woman said as her shoulders relaxed. Turning her gaze back to Kolard "That just leaves you and me, Saiyan."

Kolard's eyes narrowed. "Who are you people?" He demanded. "Who sent you? And why?"

The cloaked woman answered by launching forward, swinging her fist and landed an uppercut to Kolard's jaw before he could even blink. He recovers quickly and blocks the woman's upcoming right punch with ease, then uses his forearm to push her backward. Kolard immediately sprints after the cloaked lady as she backs away, dodging all her Ki-blast and blocking them with ease. Kolard followed after her and landed a kick to her left hip, only to be shocked when she didn't stumble by said kick.

Instead, she simply grabbed his leg with both hands and threw him far across the open area with such force Kolard had no opportunity to straighten himself or regain control before he slammed into many trees. Kolard groaned in pain when he crashed through an endless expanse of trees. His vision began to blur as his head spun around like a tornado. Kolard couldn't hear anything over the roaring in his ears, as well as the pounding in his head. After a moment, Kolard managed to focus his vision and realized that, apart from the trees, he had crashed into large rocks scattered throughout the area.

Kolard let out a groan as he slowly lifted himself up off the ground. He rubbed his head as his eyes opened. Everything seems blurry, especially his surroundings. It looked like everything in his surroundings was moving so fast that they became indistinguishable in the blurriness. Kolard blinked several times to make sure his vision was clear enough to look for the cloaked lady. As expected, she wasn't anywhere nearby.

Kolard blinked, his vision returning fully to normal. He gazed around his surroundings for a moment until his eyes landed on the cloaked woman hovering overhead with a smirk on her face.

Her right hand raised and grabbed on the fabric. Violently tearing her cloak off and throwing it to the side. She floated downwards and landed gracefully on the ground before him.

Kolard scanned her. Same height as him, pointed ears, long bushy jet black hair that reached down just past her waist and down below her hips. Red eyes that looked extremely dangerous. Her curves filled out her form perfectly, her black lips curled upwards in a grin showing off all her sharp teeth, and her tail swung behind her. Her pink skin made her look extremely beautiful and enticing. Not that he'd ever admit it.

She wore a black jumpsuit that covered her entire body except for her hands and feet. She wore some white fingerless gloves and a pair of boots with black tips that covered most of her feet. She also wore a two strap armor over said jumpsuit, and a pair of red earrings around each of her ears. Her long black tail that hung down behind her, was covered with a pair of blue and yellow stripes.

She stares at him intently as Kolard stared back at her. Neither one willing to blink first.

She points her thumb to herself. "My name is Tashu Naga - and I am the fifth lieutenant of the breaker army of the nether world;" the lieutenant introduced. "And you should feel honored, Kolard. Not many get the chance to see my appearance, my beauty. I am known among others of my profession as the Black Serpent of the Nethers. And today you are about to experience true horror as I rip you apart limb from limb."

As soon as those words left her mouth, the lieutenant towards Kolard and both her and his fist clashed. It was though a mallet was hammered against stone, a loud booming noise resonated everywhere. Tashu's fist collided hard against Kolards; the sounds from each clash reverberated inside Kolard's eardrums, sending his whole body tingling and vibrating. He grit his teeth hard at the excruciating pains shooting through his body and clenched his fists tighter, digging his nails into his palms hard, almost drawing blood if he did not hold himself back.

The two of them vanished and as quickly as they disappeared they flew and brawled at each other. They trailed along the mountains, dodging and deflecting each other's punches and kicks. Their powers were equally matched, and as time went on the two seemed to become more and more powerful with every passing second, until finally, the lieutenant landed a hit on Kolard's jaw with an upward kick.

Kolard to howl in pain as he straightened himself in the air. Aiming his hand out at Tashu with a grunt, a ball of orange energy quickly builds up in his hand. Her eyes blinked, seeing the ball increasing in size.

"Tyrantical!" Kolard cried and a massive wave of orange ki rushed from his palm.

Tashu swerved just in time to avoid it head on. She smirked wickedly as she watched the energy disappear into nothingness just in front of her. "That's quite impressive, Kolard."

Kolard didn't have time to react before Tashu charged and slammed her fist into Kolard's stomach. He doubled over groaning in pain while she swung her tail to connect with his head sending him hard towards the ground.

Kolard caught himself before he hit the ground, narrowing his eyes and ignoring the pain, looking up in shock to see Tashu nose-to-nose with him.

"Hi." She threw a roundhouse kick to the side of his head and sent Kolard soaring by the force of the kick. Tashu vanished from where she floated and reappeared behind Kolard, back flipping and spiked him up again which caused Kolard to howl in pain as he straightened himself in the air.

He glared fiercely, but Tashu simply laughed. "I wish you would take this seriously, Saiyan." She taunted. "I'm not even warming up and I'm already starting to get bored."

Kolard inhaled through his nostrils, exhaling slowly through his mouth and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his body was enveloped in a white aura that rippled in spikes. He felt heat flowing down his arms and legs as his muscles bulged out slightly.

A new challenge has come, Kolard thought to himself. He readied himself for his opponent once again.

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A/N: Hey it's me, Goku! Wow those guys in the cloaks looked super creepy, and super strong base on what we learned. But I'm getting a bad feeling these are gonna pale in comparison to what the others went through with Frieza and Cooler! Oh no, looks like Bardock and his teammates are in trouble — oh no! Even Broly has his hands full too. Be careful you guys!

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 13: THE WRATH OF BROLY!

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Chapter 13: The Duplicate

Bardock and his team were seated together in a sizable crater, which had been formed by the aftermath of their recent battle. As the sun began to rise over the horizon it cast a warm orange glow upon the ground below them creating a serene and picturesque scene. The team members chuckled amongst themselves, relishing in the peacefulness of the moment. It was yet another day of triumph over the fallen Frieza force and they were grateful for the opportunity to bask in the beauty of the morning.

"That was a heck of a party, wasn't it." Torah commented from his place on the other side next to Bardock.

"If you say so, I don't remember any of it." Fasha replied with an equally amused chuckle. Torah smirked at her.

"You're a typical ape, Fasha." He said with a shake of his head. Fasha rolled her eyes.

"Aaah, shut up! I don't see how you guys remember, anyway! It's elephants that aren't supposed to forget, not apes!" She grumbled, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she pouted and stared off into the distance.

"I'm with you, Fasha. To me it's like waking up from a dream. You kind of remember it all but then it just slips away." Borgos added in, taking a bite out of a small chunk of meat he had taken from one of his kills.

"I don't remember much either, but I remember the crusty, little devil that gave me this." Shugesh stated, rubbing his new scar on his arm with his thumb. It had been a nasty little scrape, but it had healed well now.

Fasha grinned.

"Paragu says he remembers everything." She turned to look over at him. Torah chuckled at her.

"Right, don't make me laugh Fasha! Paragu might remember every second of every battle but he remembers nothing of his personal life." Torah retorted, turning to look at Fasha then back to Paragu who laid beside Bardock. "Allow me to demonstrate... Paragu, do you remember what day your son was born?"

He had tan skin and donned the traditional Saiyan armor. The shoulder pads out to the sides with a blue body suit beneath, and his tail wrapped about on his waist. Paragu's most prominent feature is his spiky black-colored hair. His black eyes were sharp and filled with experience and his body was toned and muscular.

Paragu shrugged on the ground. "No, but that was a long time ago." He said. Fasha's grin slightly grew.

"It was not, you lazy bum. Yesterday? Come on! You need to go see the little tike! You have enough time to stop in before our next assignment." Fasha insisted. Paragu clicked his tongue, sitting up from where he had laid down to rest.

"Visit him, huh? How nice. Father-son bonding." Paragu spits the thin stick away. "Why should I? They'll just send him away! What's the use? Tell me that!"

Fasha turned away from Paragu. "Hmmm... Paragu." She was unamused by his attitude. "You're too much."

Shugesh chuckled as a thought came to mind. "Hey, guys... I've been thinking, why is the Doom Slayer always quiet all the time? Is Slayer a shy gerbil behind that shell of a suit or something?"

Bardock shrugged. "Meh, beats me. I guess he's one of those guys who lets his actions speak then spew out meaningless words."

Torah nodded, agreeing with him.

"Yeah, I totally agree! I mean to this day he's still a mystery; and with the get-up he got, you can't help but wonder where he came from, you know? I mean, I've seen many armor from the warriors we've taken out but not the kind he's got.

Paragu smirked.

"I'm at-least glad he took out that freak of an emperor. I couldn't stand serving him!" He spat, looking offended by the idea.

Borgos nodded in agreement. "I couldn't agree more, Imagine if the Slayer didn't show up. We..."

All the lenses of everyone's Scouters came to life as numbers dialed rapidly towards the top right corner. Bardock was the first to whirl around and bolted upright.

A diminutive dark red sphere materializes behind them. Gradually expanding into a colossal spiraling portal. The circular black void is adorned with light orange streaks, and magical particles burst forth like sparks from a firework. Emerging from the portal is a towering behemoth, draped in a black cloak that conceals all physical features except for their hands.

Bardock took note of the stranger's battle power when his Scouter picked up traces of it.

Bardock's eyes widened slightly.

He was staring at a power level of thirty thousand!

The behemoth's lids fully opened. Revealing bright burning red eyes that crawled from the ground until they met Bardock's own. The behemoth ominously stride towards the group, followed by a long low growl. Each methodic footstep made the floor shake like the strike of a giant mallet.

"Who are you?" Bardock demanded, assuming a poised stance for combat. His squad emulated his actions, each assuming their own prepared stance.

The enigmatic figure remained silent, offering no response to Bardock's question. The sound of footsteps ceased, and the towering figure positioned themselves at a distance of six feet from Bardock and his squad.

"I'm looking for a warrior worthy of a challenge," the cloaked behemoth began, eyeing Bardock and his squad one by one. "Who among you is the strongest?"

Bardock narrowed his eyes. "And what if one of us are?" He inquired, taking one step forward.

For a moment the cloaked behemoth was silent.

"Who I am is not important to you, Saiyan," the mysterious behemoth said, crossing his arms. "Even if I were to tell you, what would it matter? Something as trivial as a name is so unimportant in the heat of battle; and yet, it's important to you, even when death is slowly approaching. As if it'll act as some sort of closure before they experience their demise or one deluding themselves into believing it'll make a difference in battle."

The cloaked behemoth took another step.

"Enough talk, I have a job to do." The behemoth's body was enveloped in an orange aura that rippled in spikes. "Whoever among you is strong, come, and face your demise."

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Broly gazed intently at the sky, which was illuminated with a striking combination of crimson and purple hues. The gentle breeze caressed his face, providing a pleasant sensation. Broly stood outside the tower, patiently waiting for his father who was inside. He raised his hand and tapped his Scouter, checking the time. It was 2:30 PM. With a weary sigh, he turned his gaze towards the city.

The bustling city was filled with Saiyans, some of whom were milling about the dirt streets while others soared through the sky. Broly found himself captivated by the peaceful moment, carried away by the passing wind. He could feel himself leaving the dirt ground, hovering high in the air, drifting into the sky towards the distant horizon.

As he looked around, he noticed the ball-shaped pods flying into the sky and up to the void of space. The sight was truly mesmerizing, and Broly couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. He stood there, lost in thought, taking in the beauty of the moment.

Broly blinked. A large shadow loomed over him. He lifted his head and saw a diminutive dark red sphere materialize above him. Expanding gradually into a colossal spiraling portal. Orange particles burst forth like sparks around the circular black void.

A dark indistinct object rapidly descended and forcefully struck the ground, causing it to crack. Taken aback by the suddenness of the event, Broly was unable to react and let out a startled yelp as he was abruptly lifted off his feet. He cried out as he was hoisted high into the air, away from the tower, and the wind whipped past his ears as they moved further away from it. Suddenly, he felt a flurry of blows to his face, causing his world to spin in all directions. Although the punches were not strong enough to cause him any harm, they did manage to completely destroy his Scouter.

Broly emitted a low growl, followed by a powerful shout that reverberated through the air. His body was enveloped in a vibrant, leafy green aura, with spikes that rippled upward like a shining beacon. The force of his shout was so intense that it caused his attacker to stumble backwards.

The attacker quickly regained their composure and launched forward, swinging their right foot with great force. However, Broly was one step ahead. He swiftly dodged to the side, uncoiling his tail and wrapping it around his attacker's foot, causing them to let out a sharp yelp. With the attacker's foot firmly in his grasp, Broly rushed his tail upwards, lifting his opponent and throwing them forward with great force.

The attacker was sent flying so hard and fast they had no opportunity to straighten themselves out and regain control. They had managed to slow themselves just enough so their bright red gaze met the Saiyan behemoths. They held their gaze long enough until the attack launched forward. Punching Broly hard across the face.

Though Broly received the hit, he recovered swiftly, rushing in a kick at their right side. The attacker was sent crashing into the ground and slid a good way before managing to get back on their feet and rush back up toward him. The attacker charges a blast in his hand, and throws his hand up sending it rocketing out at him.

Broly raised his left hand to expertly deflect the incoming blast. The two powerful warriors charged towards each other, engaging in a fierce and impressive battle that took them through the bustling city. They dodged and countered each other's punches and kicks, each movement accompanied by a gust of wind-like shockwaves. The intensity of their fight was palpable, and it was clear that neither was willing to back down. After some time they finally separated. Hovering mid-air and facing each other with a mutual respect for their impressive skills.

Finally Broly got a look at his attacker. Said attacker draped in a black cloak that conceals all physical features except for their fingerless gloved hands.

"Impressive. Yes, impressive," the cloaked man spoke, crossing his arms. "At first, I expected a weaker opponent. But you seem to be the strong one here."

Broly glared. "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" The cloaked man repeated, and chuckled as if it was the funniest joke he ever heard. "They always ask that; so trivial it is and so unimportant in the heat of battle. I think the better question you should ask is whether or not you'll survive…this."

The right palm of the cloaked man extended outward, emanating a vibrant red energy. With a deliberate motion, he gradually lifted the pulsating sphere of energy above his head, causing it to expand in size. The scene was quite remarkable to behold while also terrifying for every Saiyan watching the battle from below. The cloaked man yelped and threw the energy ball at Broly.

Broly clenched his teeth tightly, causing a vein to protrude from his forehead to the side of his neck. With a loud shout, he propelled himself towards the incoming energy sphere. Despite the excruciating pain, he managed to grab hold of it. The heat emanating from the sphere was intense, causing his palms to feel a slight burning sensation.

With great force, Broly crushed the energy sphere in his hands, leaving behind streaks of energy and a gust of wind. He had thought he would have a moment to catch his breath, but was caught off guard when his attacker unexpectedly clocked their fist to his cheek. Despite the surprise attack, Broly quickly recovered and the two engaged in a fierce brawl that spanned across the city. They countered each other's moves and dodged attack after attack.

As the battle continued, Broly's power seemed to increase with each passing moment. Every punch he landed on his opponent felt heavier than the last, and his blasting green waves of energy appeared to take a greater effect on them. The intensity of the fight only seemed to fuel Broly's strength, and he fought on with determination and focus.

After a brief moment, the two combatants parted ways, hovering in mid-air and facing each other once again. The attacker raised his hands and began to clap slowly, followed by a deep, menacing chuckle.

"Allow me to extend my congratulations, Saiyan. You have proven yourself to be far superior to that Kolard fellow whom my comrades and I encountered earlier," the attacker remarked, lowering their arms to their sides. "I trust that my associate has taken care of him by now."

Broly gasped.

Someone is fighting Kolard right now? Broly thought.

"I must say Saiyan, what's your name?" The attacker asked.

Broly narrowed his eyes. "Broly."

The attacker chuckled.

"Well, it was nice playing with you after the time we had together. But I have other things to intend to. So, I will let him play with you…"

Broly raised an eyebrow inquisitively, his curiosity piqued by the man's words. However, before he could respond, he was suddenly interrupted by a strange occurrence. Broly blinked in surprise as he felt a strange presence behind him. Turning around, he was met with the sight of a small, dark red sphere that was gradually expanding into a colossal spiraling portal. The circular black void was adorned with light orange streaks, and magical particles burst forth like sparks from a firework. Emerging from the portal was a ten feet tall behemoth.

The man had a light complexion with dark eyes and black spiky hair that reached his mid-back, with short bangs framing his forehead. He had a lean but well-built frame, and was dressed in a manner that was both striking and unique. The man was shirtless, but wore white pants with a red sash draped around his waist and secured by a yellow belt with a blue gem-center. He also wore yellow boots with a blue gem at the top front.

Broly's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight before him. A terrible realization dawned on him as he realized that this man looked... just like him.

"Have fun you two." Broly heard the attacker, whipping his head around just in time to see that the attacker had vanished.

Broly was taken aback by a sudden and powerful roar that echoed through the air. As he turned to face the source of the commotion, he was met with the sight of his own duplicate, who was screaming to the heavens. The duplicate's massive hands were tightly clenched at his sides, and his head was tilted upwards towards the sky. A brilliant green aura enveloped his entire body, and sparks of cyan lightning crackled around him.

There was a flash of lightning. Everything was painted in green light and traced with shadow. When the light cleared, Broly blinked rapidly until his world adjusted itself. However when it did, Broly's eyes widened and his stomach plummeted at the sight before him.

The Broly floating in front of him appeared to be slightly taller by an inch. His hair was a vibrant shade of green, and it was styled in a wild and spiky manner. Notably his pupils were absent and his muscles were well-defined. His teeth gritted as though he was in intense agony. It was then that the duplicate lowered his head, and faced Broly. The green aura fading away along with the lightning.

There was silence.

"You," Broly began to speak, his mind still couldn't comprehend the person he was seeing. "You look just like me."

The Broly duplicate tilted his head and laughed heartily at what Broly said.

"Fool, I am you! Well, a 'better,' you," the duplicate said, pointing at him. "I am the superior being; I don't know why I am here, and I don't much less care. But one thing is for certain, there's no room for the two of us to be among the living." A sinister smile formed on the duplicate's lips. "So I will take great pleasure in tearing you apart, limb from limb!"

The right fist of Broly was clenched with great speed, and a white aura surrounded it, illuminating the area. With a swift motion Broly launched himself forward and struck his duplicate's gut with a powerful blow. However, the Broly duplicate remained unfazed by the punch and quickly retaliated by striking Broly straight in the stomach. The impact was so intense that Broly doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach as he coughed. His aura, which was once bright, grew dimmer, and his legs began to wobble. Although he managed to stay afloat in the air.

The Broly duplicate let out a hearty laugh and asked, "What was that supposed to be?"

Broly was left in shock, his jaw hanging slack as strings of saliva flowed down his lips and onto the ground. Broly lifted his head in time to see the duplicate assume a stance.

"My turn."

The Broly duplicate chuckled and charged forward.

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A/N: Hey it's me, Goku! Woah, things are really getting heated out here. I mean, we got Bardock and his team fighting this strange guy, Kolard is busy with that strange alien lady, and—HOLY CRAP! IS THAT ANOTHER BROLY?! Wait, what are those things surrounding me and Doomguy? Doomguy are you seeing this?! This is insane! What are they going to do?!

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CHAPTER 14: BROLY’S HIDDEN POWER

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Chapter 14: Broly’s Hidden Power

The Doom Slayer observed the Saiyan child with great attention, as the latter sat on the ground, relishing his apple. The former gleaned a few insights from his interaction with the boy. He discerned that the child was brimming with energy, possessed a pure heart akin to his mother's, and had a somewhat whimsical disposition. This was in stark contrast to the Saiyans he had encountered on Planet Vegeta.

The Slayer was taken aback not only by the boy's lively and benevolent disposition, which contrasts starkly with the cold-blooded demeanor of a Saiyan. But also by the fact that the boy introduced himself as Goku, rather than Kakarot. The Slayer surmised that someone had bestowed a name upon the child and had likely taken him under their wing.

If this were the case, where is the boy's caretaker? It would be reasonable to assume that upon his arrival, the caretaker would have noticed his presence. Alternatively, it is possible that the demon with whom he was recently engaged in a physical altercation may have caused harm to the caretaker prior to his arrival. However, in such a scenario, one would expect to find a deceased individual.

"You know, you're really quiet."

The Doom Slayer looked down at Goku who stared back at him with a wide smile. Goku beamed at the Slayer.

"You're not much of a talker, aren't you?" Goku asked, tilting his head before chomping another bite of his apple and swallowing it down. "It's okay, I understand. My grandpa Gohan once told me, If I ever meet an animal or a person that's shy, I should always take a slow approach and be patient with them."

"…" The Slayer stared at him blankly.

The Slayer firmly grasped the handle of his firearm. Upon encountering Goku, whose name he found to be rather peculiar, the Slayer's initial impulse was to discourage him by brandishing his shotgun in close proximity. Having endured countless ages in the depths of Hell amidst unspeakable company, he was determined to prevent fate from claiming the life of this virtuous and honorable child who had unfortunately crossed his path.

Upon hearing of Goku from his mother Gine, the Slayer regarded him as a paragon of goodness and purity. He believed that Goku was too virtuous and pure to become a warrior and make the necessary sacrifices, which would condemn his soul to eternal damnation by spilling the blood of humanity's enemies and walking the path of perpetual torment. This was a burden that only the Slayer could bear.

He should just leave him and return back to his ship.

"I'm detecting a heat signature in the area; someone is approaching." Vega announced, breaking the peaceful tranquility.

The Slayer turned around and aimed his super-shotgun forward. His eyes fixated on the path from where he entered. Goku got up on his feet and stepped to the Slayer's side.

"Oh, wow," breathed Goku. "So you can talk! A bit weird though, but hey, you talked!"

The Doom Slayer paid no heed to Goku, his finger poised just inches away from the trigger, prepared to unleash a barrage of shells upon whoever dared to approach the end of the path. From behind the trees, all he could discern was a slender, black blur. However, as the blur gradually became more discernible, he lowered his weapon.

At the entrance, the Slayer beheld the visage of a girl. With her hands placed upon her hips, she surveyed her surroundings, as if to confirm her location. Her complexion was of a milky hue, and her hair was a braided ponytail of blue, adorned with a red ribbon. She was attired in a brief pink dress, with capital letters emblazoned upon the center of her bosom. Her footwear consisted of blue sneakers and purple socks. The Slayer's eyes crawled from the girl's face to the capital letters emblazoned on said bosom.

Bulma.

Must be her name, the Slayer thought.

The Slayer watched Bulma turn and met his gaze.

Bulma blinked. She smiled and waved her hand.

"Hi there." Bulma greeted, approaching the duo. "I didn't know there were people living up here."

The Doom Slayer straightened in his stance. His super-shotgun fell to a relaxed position. He glanced down to the ground in time to see Goku taking a step forward, pointing his red pole at the girl. His eyes narrowed dangerously at Bulma.

"Keep back, I don't know what you are, but you better not hurt my friend." Goku warned Bulma, assuming a poised stance for combat. Both the Slayer and Bulma stared blankly at him.

The Doom Slayer arched a brow at Goku; this kid just met him. In the heat of battle nonetheless. He barely knows anything about him. And now he considers him a friend? His brow twitches at the mere thought of that word. He only just met him and already the Slayer wanted to get as far away from this kid as possible.

"Wait, hold on little guy," Bulma said, raising her hands. "I'm not an enemy or anything, honest."

"Oh yeah?" Goku wasn't convinced.

"We are cognizant that you pose no threat," Vega declared. "However, if I may, would you kindly disclose your name?"

The Doom Slayer lifted his gaze towards Vega's emblem on his heads-up display. Vega did not need to inquire about the young lady's name, as her identity was evidently displayed on her chest. Thus, the pair was already privy to her name. Nevertheless, for the sake of the circumstance, he was courteously posing the question.

Bulma raised an eyebrow at the Slayer's visor. "Bulma," she replied.

Goku twitched his head between Bulma and the Slayer and blinked his eyes.

"Oh, so we're doing introductions? Hehe, in that case." Goku switched the red pole to his left hand and the other to point at himself proudly. "My name is Goku. G.O.K.U!" He announced cheerfully.

"Well, that's a strange name." Bulma remarked.

Goku couldn't help but giggle. "Yeah, but not as strange as yours."

Bulma narrowed her eyes and puffed her cheeks.

"Hey, "Bulma," happens to be a pretty name for a girl; it's a lot better than Goku that's for sure!"

Goku puzzlingly gazed at Bulma.

"You're a girl?" Goku asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Yeah, what about it?" Bulma responded.

The Doom Slayer glanced down at Goku. He raised a brow at him; did he not notice until now? What in the world is with this kid?

A small, dark red sphere suddenly appeared behind Bulma. Without hesitation, the Slayer quickly ran to her side and escorted her behind him. The sphere grew larger and transformed into a massive, spiraling portal. The circular void was decorated with light orange streaks, and magical particles emanated from it like sparks from a firework.

From the aforementioned portal, a group of individuals emerged, all of whom were covered in black cloaks that concealed their physical features except for their hands. The Slayer counted them one by one, starting from two, then four, and eventually reaching fifteen. These cloaked figures stood together in unison.

"Is that him?" One of the cloaked figures inquired.

The leader nodded. "Yes."

Another cloak enigmatic turned to their leader.

"Then we all know the drill. No matter what, we can't let him get in the way of our plans."

Bulma peaked around the Slayer's biceps and stared at the strange group that was standing five feet away from them.

"Who are those guys?" Bulma asked, her face strained with worry.

"I don't know. But I'm getting the feeling that they're not friendly." Goku replied. The Doom Slayer nodded in agreement.

One of the cloaked figures dodged through his companions and stood beside the leader. They formed a smirk underneath the shadow of their hood; they were confident in taking down the armored behemoth.

"I'll take care of 'em." Right fist clenched swiftly, and a bright crimson aura surrounded it. The cloaked figure then proceeded to launch forward, with the intention of striking the face of the Doom Slayer.

Regrettably, his confidence waned abruptly when the Slayer effortlessly caught it. His companions, Goku, and Bulma observed in silence as the Doom Slayer firmly grasped the enigmatic figure's throat. His throat constricted, causing him to gasp for air. Suddenly, his world spun as he was forcefully thrown to the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

The Slayer grasps the edges of his head and, with a swift twist, rotates it one-hundred and sixty degrees, causing his head to go limp before collapsing on one knee to the ground. The unfortunate soul did not even have the opportunity to utter a sound.

Bulma collapsed on her rear and gaped up at the Doom Slayer with wide eyes.

Goku's large eyes stared at the limp body of the cloaked figure's twisted, mangled head.

His stomach plummeted.

The armored behemoth killed him without a second thought.

Goku was stunned.

None more so than Bulma.

Bulma's body trembled violently as she looked up at the armored man. She was dumbstruck; any investigative thoughts left her at once. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to run away and never look back. She could run until she was out of the forest, out of the valley, out of her mind. She was overwhelmed by panic; her urge to flee reduced her to a quaking mess.

Bulma was a little afraid of the cloaked individuals that had arrived out of the blue; but after what she had witnessed, she was more terrified of the armored psychopath than the creepy cloaked men.

"He killed our comrade," one cloaked figure growled. "Bastard!"

A cloaked figure turned their gaze to the leader. "What now boss?"

The leader clicked their tongue.

"Alright, change of plans. Kill the bastard." Their gaze shifted to Goku and Bulma. "And while you're at it, dispose of them too. Can't have any witnesses."

Goku went rigid and Bulma jumped to her feet.

"What?!" Shouted Bulma. "H-Hey, come on boys. You wouldn't kill such a pure, beautiful girl like me would you?"

A giant cloaked figure took one step forward.

"Right?"

Two steps.

"Right?"

Three steps.

Goku glanced up at Bulma. "I don't think they're listening, Bulma."

The Doom Slayer grabbed the duo and threw them behind him. He jumped backwards, evading a beam of energy shot by the cloaked giant. The Slayer quickly retrieved his heavy rifle from his space inventory, aiming it at his target, and launched a barrage of micro missiles. Piercing the giant's flesh before exploding, leaving it in pieces within seconds. Another attempted to attack the Slayer from behind. But he was able to roll his body and deliver a swift kick to the jaw-line, sending his attacker flying.

In midair, the Slayer utilized the mobility of his boot thrusters, executing a double jump for a secure landing. With a weighty thud, he landed firmly on the torso of another cloaked person. In a flash, the Doom Slayer extended his arm and grasped the individual by the throat, causing their airway to constrict. The individual gasped for air until the Doom Slayer effortlessly snapped their neck like a twig, causing their head to go limp. Leaving their comrades in a state of shock. The armored behemoth then discarded the body and proceeded to the next target.

Four individuals, cloaked in mystery, encircled the Doom Slayer. In unison, their hands illuminated before unleashing formidable beams in his direction. The surroundings were bathed in a purple hue, with shadows tracing every contour. Their lips curved into a satisfied smile, as they believed they had killed him and avenged their fallen comrades. However, when the smoke dissipated, they were taken aback to discover that their target... had vanished?

Then came what sounded like a jet-engine rising, directing the attention of the remaining four to the area behind them. Their eyes slowly widened as they all felt their heart stop at the sight behind them.

The Slayer was holding a large metallic object in his hands, which had four long sets of barrels and was as big as his torso. The barrels started to spin slowly, and with each passing second, their speed increased. As soon as the speed reached its peak, a swarm of powerful rounds struck all four of his attackers. While some were able to dodge out of the way, others were not so fortunate and were turned into twisted, mangled corpses.

The Slayer was accosted by another cloak attacker who exclaimed, "Got you!" Despite the gruesome demise of their companions, the attacker swung a Ki-blade at the Slayer.

The Slayer caught the attacker's hand mid-swing and delivered a gauntlet fist to their face. Pain exploded through said face. The attacker fell to the ground and struggled to recover. The Slayer did not allow them time to recuperate and delivered a bone-shattering kick to their left hip, sending them soaring a hundred feet into the air.

Several more attackers charged at him. One tried to throw a punch but got slapped hard to the side, the other was stopped by the Slayer kicking the side of the attacker's left knee, breaking their leg as they could feel their bones bending. They would have screamed had the Doom Slayer not silence them with a sickening punch through their head with practiced ease.

Another cloaked figure stood frozen. Rendered speechless upon witnessing the imposing presence of the Doom Slayer. Their once proud, confident, and arrogant demeanor was replaced with one of pure sorrow and regret. In a swift motion, the Slayer thrust his fist through the chest of the individual, retrieving their heart and crushing it with sheer force. The individual's body subsequently collapsed to the ground.

Away from the massacre of a battle, Goku and Bulma watched from behind his grandpa's house.

In complete candor, Goku was filled with fear at the sight before him, yet he was equally struck with admiration. Never before had he witnessed such a remarkable demonstration of skill and sheer might. He harbored doubts as to whether he could ever aspire to such levels of power.

Bulma stood closely beside Goku, her lips trembling with fear. The violence, fury, power, and brutality displayed by the lone fighter were unimaginable. Despite the armored behemoth protecting her and Goku, It was difficult to believe that such a being could be considered a hero.

Rather he appeared to be a monster in human form, an unholy creature from the darkest depths of hell. As Bulma watched the armored behemoth fight, she felt sheer terror at the thought that he had been in close proximity to Goku before her arrival. She trembled as she considered the destruction such a being might wreak upon those that stand in his way.

The Doom Slayer withdrew his fist and executed an air punch directly at his assailants. The impact of his blow sent all of them, including their leader, soaring into the air, causing a commotion that shook everything around them. Everyone was screaming by the sheer force of the wind.

Once the wind cleared Goku and Bulma saw just in time to see one assailant sprinting full pelt towards the armored behemoth. They didn't let out a sound of battle. The cloaked individual leapt and swung their flaming fist hard at the side of the Slayer's neck. The armored man's hand snapped up at the last second, and he turned, catching the attacker's hand in his, narrowing his eyes up at him.

Goku's eyes widened; such speed! He barely saw it coming.

The eyes of the assailant widened in shock as he witnessed how effortlessly the Doom Slayer blocked their attack. The Slayer then swiftly pulled him down, causing the attacker to let out a yelp. The armored man's knee rushed up, catching the assailant in the gut, leaving him doubled over and gasping in pain.

The Doom Slayer growled and retrieved his double barrel shotgun. He snapped the ejector open, reloading it with another set of shells before aiming his weapon at the assailant's head and fired. Blood splattered the earth with a wet splat.

The Slayer turned his head to catch sight of another cloaked assailant rushing towards him, their eyes blazing with animosity. He pivoted his body to confront them, raising both hands and stepping backwards, clenching his fingers into a tight fist. Just as the attacker was about to strike him, the Slayer sidestepped, and a loud, bone-chilling crunch echoed through the air.

The right fist of the Slayer made contact with the side of the victim's neck, effortlessly exerting his might. The attacker's eyes contracted as their windpipe was crushed, and their forward momentum was halted by the equal stopping force of the punch. The attacker's body betrayed them, swinging freely and shifting out from under the overwhelming power of the punch, ultimately hitting the ground with a thud.

The assailant convulsed and contorted on the ground, struggling to draw breath through their damaged windpipe, only to have it inundated with blood that flowed freely from their oral cavity. They writhed and convulsed, as their vision faded into oblivion. The episode persisted for a brief moment until the assailant's corporeal form eventually ceased all movement, having relinquished its vitality.

There was silence.

"Ugh, this is ridiculous. I thought this would be easy!" One cloaked individual growled.

"This can't be right. He shouldn't be this strong." Another cloaked individual added.

Another chimed in. "And what're those weapons he's holding? We trained ourselves to handle all kinds of weapons that could never penetrate us; and yet he is slaughtering our comrades like nothing!"

The leader blinked under the shadow of their hood. They placed their hand over their ear, listening.

"Master? Yes but, I believe we may have underestimated him Master. This armored brute has already killed a few of my subordinates. I'm afraid keeping him distracted won't be an easy task. Yes. What? Are you sure? Yes Master…"

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Paragu launched forward to punch the cloaked figure hard across the face as he built an orb of energy in his hands. It vanished when he received the hit, but he recovered swiftly, rushing in a kick at his right side. Paragu was sent crashing into the ground and slid a good way before managing to get back to his feet and rush back toward his opponent. At this point, Shugesh had engaged him and managed to get one elbow in that only made the enigmatic figure stumble before he was knocked back.

Fasha swiftly assumed control, charging a blast in her hands, and raising her hand to release it, propelling it towards him. The cloaked figure ascended to evade it, yet Fasha had foreseen his movements. She swiftly ascended and drove her knee into his jaw. He was propelled backwards, but executed a flip and swiftly faced her once more, fixing her with a menacing gaze. He launched a punch at her, which initiated a heated brawl that ensued along the entire landscape.

Each knuckle that collided with its counterpart generated a wind-like shockwave, causing small ripples in the surrounding air. Despite the rapidity of their punches and kicks, Fasha managed to keep her adversary at a distance, even as they exchanged blows in this manner. It didn't take long for her to be knocked down as well.

Torah was the next to make a move. He propelled himself forward, aiming to strike by swinging his foot in a roundhouse kick towards the assailant. Regrettably, the attacker swiftly evaded the blow, deftly maneuvering to the side and ensnaring Torah's leg with his arm. This unexpected turn of events caused Torah to emit a yelp of surprise as he was effortlessly flipped over, landing rather roughly on his back.

The impact caused him to gasp in pain, as the air was forcefully expelled from his lungs. The cloaked assailant wasted no time and swiftly ascended his arm, still clutching Torah's leg, hoisting him up into the air before forcefully propelling him forward. Bardock, accompanied by his comrades, promptly shifted to the side, their gazes fixed upon Torah as he was sent hurtling past them.

The cloaked figure swiftly lunged forward, in a mere blink of an eye, directing a kick directly towards Bardock's countenance. Bardock promptly raised his arms in a cross formation, successfully intercepting the blow. He winced as he felt the pressure exerted upon his arms, yet he steadfastly maintained his position. Bardock clenched his teeth, sensing his muscles gradually weakening under the weight of the assailant. His hands trembled, barely managing to withstand the force of the attack.

Subsequently, the cloaked figure lowered his leg, prompting Bardock to swiftly evade the incoming kick by rolling aside. Bardock seized the opportunity to grasp the assailant's foot, compelling him to release his grip, before deftly twisting his body and delivering a forceful punch towards the assailant's solar plexus. However, the assailant skillfully countered the attack by blocking it with his forearm. Both adversaries cautiously distanced themselves from one another, their eyes narrowed in a vigilant manner, as Bardock warily observed the cloaked figure.

Shugesh and Borgos flew past Bardock towards the cloaked figure. The cloaked assailant launched forward and the trio began to brawl. They trailed along the area, dodging and deflecting each other's punches and kicks. It wasn't long before Shugesh and Borgos landed next to Bardock. From behind the assailant, Fasha jumped up into the air and glared down at him.

"Alright, bastard. Let's see if you can handle this!" She aimed down a hand at her target and her ultimate signature move built up in her hand, a wild ball of purple with electricity spewing out from it in jagged patterns, and fired.

A sense of worry lingered within Bardock when the cloaked figure didn't dodge.

Fasha felt grim satisfaction when her attack met its mark and she watched her opponent fly off over the horizon with the blast. The purple sphere exploded filling up the world around them. Everything was painted in purple light and traced with shadow. After a few minutes the light faded, returning the atmosphere to its normal state.

Fasha kept her gaze to where the assailant flew off with her attack. She smirked. "Heh, that'll tea—"

"Is that it?"

Fasha didn't have time to turn around as she was punched in the head by the voice's fist. The lights switched off in Fasha's head. When Fasha opened her eyes a few seconds later she was airborne. She caught a branch to the gut, stopping her flight. She slowly lowered herself into a ditch filled with ferns. Pain flooded her body.

Fasha groaned and leaned against the tree while regulating her breathing. Her panting breaths gradually subsided. She looked up and saw Bardock and her teammates twisted in a scream, rushing towards her. Her teammates crashed into Fasha, and they slammed into the ditch. Coughing and groaning, they pulled themselves up by standing upright.

From above them, the mysterious assailant was floating in the air. Glaring down at them with his arms crossed. The figure was no longer wearing their cloak. The figure was very tall and muscular. He had solid facial structure with less pronounced cheekbones, a rounder chin, and a straight nose. Several orange patches dotted his arms and bore crimson skin.

The assailant donned a black Gi, pointy gray shoes and black wristbands. Bardock immediately recognized the creature that floated above them, a type of race known as a Namekian. But this foe looked different than the average Namekian.

"I was told that you Saiyans were the strongest warrior race, so I was hoping for a challenge, but all I've found is disappointment." The red Namekian said, crossing his arms.

"Bastard." Shugesh exclaimed.

The red Namekian grunted. "Despite how pathetic you are, I'll admit, you're the first to ever last a minute fighting with me. Normally the average person would die against me in combat."

"Well, we assure you tough guy that we are not your average warrior." Shugesh said, smirking confidently. The red Namekian narrowed his eyes at him.

"That remains to be seen, vermin."

The red Namekian clenched his fist and descended fast towards them.

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Broly found himself in a precarious situation as he deftly evaded a barrage of violent green ki blast. The world around him seemed to blur as he moved backwards, avoiding ki blast with calculated precision. The other Broly, his duplicate, laughed mockingly as he unleashed his multiple projectiles. The force of each blast was enough to cause buildings to explode upon impact, leaving a hole of destruction in their wake.

Before Broly could take any action, the duplicate delivered a forceful blow to his abdomen with his fist. Broly's eyes widened, as the air swiftly escaped from his lungs and pain surged through his entire body. The duplicate swiftly followed up by twisting his torso and delivering a powerful kick, propelling Broly through the air. The impact was so forceful and rapid that Broly had no opportunity to regain control and straighten himself before colliding with one of the adjacent buildings. Although he managed to slow down just enough to prevent the entire structure from collapsing upon impact, Broly's body became indented into the wall, necessitating his effort to extricate himself while gasping in pain.

Broly inhaled deeply, redirecting his focus towards the duplicate, who remained suspended in the air, smirking down at him with crossed arms. Broly rose to his feet, gently wiping away some of the blood from his nose. Despite the intense pain coursing through his body, he clenched his fists together, determined to disregard it. Propelling himself forward, he delivered a forceful punch to the duplicate's face.

Although he received the blow, the duplicate swiftly recovered, promptly delivering a kick to his right side. Broly was propelled into the ground, sliding a considerable distance before managing to regain his footing and swiftly charging back towards his opponent. He generated a blast in his hand, propelling it towards his adversary with a forceful upward motion. The duplicate ascended to evade the attack, yet Broly had anticipated his movements.

Broly swiftly ascended, forcefully striking his knee against the duplicate's jaw. However, the duplicate did not emit a cry of pain. Instead, he quickly discerned Broly's intentions and leaped backwards, promptly springing into action. With a swift swing of his arm, he emitted a beam of energy towards Broly, who adeptly evaded it by ducking out of harm's way. Seizing the opportunity, the duplicate dashed forward, forcefully striking his fist into Broly's stomach. Broly doubled over, audibly groaning in pain, while the duplicate emitted a hearty laugh.

"Just look at you. You look like me and yet you can't even handle my overflowing power? How disappointing!" The Broly duplicate boasted. "Are you just that weak or are you possibly holding back on me?"

"…" Broly didn't grace his other with a response.

"Oh, what's wrong? Cat caught your tongue? Or maybe—"

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Broly leapt to his feet with a cry, a power he never knew he was capable of bursting forth from his center. It erupted around him like a wildfire, whirling and flaring wildly. His hair stood up, his bangs sharpened, and his height slowly increased. Everything around him shook and lighting lashed down around him, lacing into his aura as it whipped from white to green. New strength flooded his veins, and Broly finally stopped screaming to the heavens, lowering his head and fixating his now yellow gaze onto the duplicate.

The Broly duplicate no longer looked arrogant. No longer had that infuriating smug smirk on his lips. No, he stared at Broly with a surprised expression. But his smirk returned as he chuckled.

"Ah… so I was right." The Broly duplicate's smirk slightly widened. "So you were holding back some hidden power."

Broly gritted his teeth. Glaring at the duplicate with sheer contempt. The Broly duplicate chuckled and his emerald aura flared up in rapid spikes. He assumed a poised stance for combat.

"So what if you powered up? It still won't be enough to beat me!"

The pair dashed forth and clashed.

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A/N: Hey it's me, Goku! Wow, it was awesome happening to see Broly show his hidden power to the other Broly. But I wonder if it will really be enough to take him down? I mean look at all that power he's got, if the duplicate can grow to be this strong then maybe our Broly can be as well. But only time will tell. Oh no, Kolard doesn't look so good. He looks to be having a really hard time right now. Just do your best Kolard! You can do it!

Next time on DOOM: INCARNATION!

CHAPTER 15: ULTIMATE COUNTER

 

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