The Planet was Roura.



Brussel’s pod crashed into the rocky landscape under the orange evening sky that surrounded the advanced civilization ahead of him, digging itself into the ground as it slowed to a stop. He made sure to land just outside the city so that he would not be met with company immediately upon arrival. Still, assuming they watched what came and left their planet, they would probably be upon him soon. Some saiyans didn’t care about such things, and would rather immediately throw themselves into the violence. However, he was slightly different in that way.

He wanted to fight warriors. Real warriors. Extinguishing the lives of civilians were one way of drawing that out, and often times he and the other Elites would resort to that, but it also meant going through the filler. The law enforcement, whatever planetary military they had, all of the minions, all of that just to finally get to the main event. The planet was also marked as a “Warrior’s Land” in their catalog. This, simply put, meant that their leader was typically the strongest. This was a double-edged sword. On one hand, he’d love to be the one to put their leader into the dirt in front of their own people. Single-handedly demoralizing an entire population, seeing the hope evaporate from their eyes as they realized they were helpless to stop him, that would be quite the ego boost to say the least.

On the other hand, it was a lot to try and convince the ruler of this world that he was worth their attention. They probably had a lot of enemies, a lot of whom probably tried to take their lives on more than one occasion. It’s not like Brussel could just ask to speak to the Rouran’s leader…. Or actually, maybe he could. The Rourans were different than the Saiyans, they weren’t as battle-hardened or bloodthirsty. They weren’t exactly as peaceful as Namekians either, but they leaned toward more of the “heroic” type. They probably weren’t going to fight just for kicks.

So, how could he drag the leader out while also not having to fight the entire planet in the process?

Admittedly, it may be too hard of an ask. Sprout would probably chastise him for wanting to have his cake and eat it too.

Luckily, he wasn’t here right now.

Brussel pressed a few buttons to open up the pod before stepping out of it into the center of the crater. He stretched a little, his muscles tightened from sitting in such a confined space for so long. Three days. It took three days to get to this planet by pod. He couldn’t even train in the meantime, just sit with nothing else but his thoughts. While the ship he used currently was ideal for invading, there HAD to be some way to get a bigger ship. Maybe he could talk to Sprout about it when he got back. In any case, he had to complete his solo “training run”. It was something his squad did occasionally to make sure they weren’t becoming too reliant on the effort of the other squadmates.

The last member that went on one of these didn’t come back though. Broc. He had a lot of potential too, it was disappointing to see what had become of him. Still, at the end of the day, that was the way it went. The strong survive, and the weak perish. It doesn’t matter what potential you have if you never have the will or the determination to realize it. A lesson that he hoped the remaining members of The Apex Apes: Turnish, Sprout, and Carra would never forget.



A cool breeze washed over him as he looked at the civilization ahead of him. They were for sure advanced, but he also hoped that they weren’t… too advanced. He always valued the body’s natural weapons. The hands. The feet. The elbows. These tools always felt more fluid and easy to use, and he’d never understand those trying to replace them with guns and metallic shielding. He could hardly respect that style of combat.

From outside the city, he could see five distinct dots appear in the sky among the lights of the busy city. They began to seemingly grow larger, eventually forming arms, legs, and clothes. Brussel grinned, realizing what was coming for him. Finishing his stretches, he would cross his arms and wait patiently for what he could only assume were scouts of some kind heading his way. As this happened, he’d get an idea as to how he could be taken straight to the ruler of this world. It was a little far-fetched, but it could work if he played his cards right.


Five soldiers had appeared before him before surrounding the Saiyans. Brussel couldn’t tell which one was the strongest, due to his trashed scouter and his inability to sense energy, but they didn’t look like much at first glance.



Other than… a little nasty.

They might have been scary to someone who didn’t meet many aliens, but Brussel had seen some interesting biological combinations.

One of them had a yellow uniform as opposed to the rest of them, who had more of the dark purple color scheme. He made an assumption that the individual, who was also standing right in front of him in this little formation that they had done, was in charge.

“So, are you the one I talk to?”

“State your business…. Saiyan.” The scout commander replied, with a strong accent of disgust at the word “Saiyan”. Brussel made a mental note of it and moved on.

“I’m going to keep this short and sweet. I’m after the big fish. The ruler of this world.”

The scouts around him tensed up and had their guard ALL the way up.

“Lady Trylia? You’d dare make an attempt at her life? For what purpose?”

“Well, take a wild guess. After all, you seem to know how we Saiyans operate.”

“I don’t understand. We’ve never had any quarrel with Planet Vegeta. I had heard you were done with these pointless raids.”

“Let’s just say I’m working under… new management.”

“I see..”

“Permission to speak sir?”

Brussel turned to his right to see a younger looking Rouran, who was clearly a lower rank, eager to say something.

“Granted.”

“He’s a Saiyan sir, there’s only one way things end with them. I think we should just deal with him now while we outnumber him.”

“I’d rather avoid a physical confrontation if we can avoid it. Mind you, we are merely scouts. Combat isn’t our specialty, nor is inciting it unprovoked our way. Besides, it seems like you haven’t completely decided on attacking us yet, correct?” The commander said, turning his attention back towards Brussel.

The lieutenant raised an eyebrow.

“Technically, no. Not you specifically. You all aren’t worth my time, hence why I avoided attacking your city recklessly. I want your strongest. If you don’t…”

He outstretched his arm towards the low rank who just spoke out. Brussel showed him the palm of his hand, before focusing ki into it to form a ki blast pointed directly at him. Everyone around him began to sweat, realizing that a physical conflict could break out at any moment.

“I’ll simply resort to… Cruder methods.”

However, the only one who remained calm was the scout commander.

“So, your goal is to merely fight strong opponents, yes?”

“Of course.”

“Typical of a Saiyan.”

“Our very nature.”

Brussel took a couple steps forward, a white aura enveloping him as he began to power up. Rubble and debris began to rise up off of the ground and float around him.

“Enough wasting time. Final warning. Take me to her at once, or I’ll wipe you out right here. All of you.”

This was going to be Brussel’s real plan. He had planned on completely brutalizing the one in charge, scaring the rest of them into giving him what he wanted. Simple.

The commander took a long hard look at him, and let out a sigh.

“I’ll make you a deal. I don’t want you to kill my men here, nor do I want to subject the innocents of the city ahead of us to your terror. However, I can’t let you see Lady Trylia. I offer up myself as representative of my squadron here. If you can defeat me, then these remaining soldiers will grant you safe passage to M’lady.”

“I told you, I’m not going to waste my time with the likes of a few grunts. I want a real challenge.”

He heard the soldiers around him snicker and laugh quietly to themselves, greatly offending the Saiyan. Slightly irritated, he looked around at them.

“Find my words humorous, do you? Let’s see how much you can laugh when I’m through with you!”

Brussel turned towards one of them, ready to pound them into dust, but the leader managed to stop things yet again.

“Wait. Forgive my comrades, they are merely aware of my history.”

“What history?”

“Though I may lead the scout squadron, I’m only here by choice. I, Martox, was originally the Grand General of the Great Rouran Army. I even carried the moniker “Shield of Trylia”.” He said, walking closer to Brussel, where it was eventually clear that he was a solid foot taller than the Lieutenant. He was much bigger than the other lower ranks, who were about a foot below Brussel’s height with comparatively smaller frames than their leader.

“I think you’ll find me far more formidable than you would expect.”

Becoming more intrigued, Brussel took a moment to think about this situation. This would be essentially playing right into this plan. Besides, on the off chance that this “Shield of Trylia” character could actually provide a workout, then he was really getting more than he bargained for anyway. This is a win-win.

“Alright, Martox. You have a deal. On one condition.”

“Oh? And what condition is that?”

Brussel’s eyes began to take a look of anticipation and excitement.





Admittedly a little spooked, Martox replied with an awkward smile. He turned toward the other scouts.

“Get clear. You can spectate, but don’t interfere and stay out of our way.”

The remaining scouts hesitantly created distance between the two fighters flying high into the air, getting far enough to where they were barely visible.

Brussel jumped back, putting around 25 meters between him and what was now his opponent. While he got into his fighting stance, he noticed Martox simply stood still and relaxed. The saiyan wasn’t sure if he was overconfident or stupid.

He’s full of openings… What’s he up to? He thought.

Martox calmly looked at him with a straightened face.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

The Lieutenant was a little taken aback. He couldn’t help but reveal a wide grin at those words.

“Well, you’re certainly sure of yourself. Very well, I’ll get this underway in a moment!”


Brussel took off in a flash, sprinting directly towards Martox! His body left behind a white trail of ki as he was planning to see exactly what this former General was made of! In the blink of an eye, he had closed the gap between them, yet someone didn’t feel right. It wasn’t that Brussel was moving too fast as he could see the Rouran Soldier tracking him with his eyes every step of the way. If that was true, then why wasn’t he defending himself? The guy barely even flinched, even when the Saiyan was right in front of him!

He had launched a straight punch toward Martox’s gut at about 50% power, convinced that this was enough to at least phase the soldier’s durability. Upon making contact with him, all of his momentum came to a screeching halt! Despite him striking the torso, it was like he struck an immovable wall! Brussel’s eyes widened in shock and, with his other fist, launched yet another straight punch at 75%. It yielded the same result! He looked up at Martox’s face, only to realize he was staring down at him with a bored expression.

Tch, what-?!

He would be lying if he said this didn’t hurt his pride. Still, this wasn’t over yet. Brussel would fire a volley of punches at full power, just to see if Martox would actually budge to something!

Despite the increase in effort, the outcome would remain the same.

Hitting him is like hitting Vegetan Metal, my hits are barely noticeable to him!

Martox tilted his head in confusion.

“Do you know the definition of insanity…?”

To be honest, Brussel was a little taken aback.

“Wha-What did you say?”

“I said, do you know the definition of ins- OOF!”

Martox was interrupted by a swift elbow-uppercut to his chin! This actually managed to have some kind of significant impact, as he stumbled back a couple of steps before gathering himself.

“Sorry, one more time.” Brussel replied, but with more of a mocking tone.

Hitting with something harder might have been a caveman tactic, but it was an effective solution nonetheless. The knuckles were not the hardest parts of the body, and the Lieutenant was no stranger to using everything in his arsenal to output some kind of damage. Sprout had made sure to teach him how to use every part of his body as a weapon. If punches weren’t enough, then he would simply move up a level.

The scout commander seemed amused, completely caught off guard by what had just occurred. However, while he had felt the impact, it had only caused minimal damage. It was clear to anyone watching that it was going to take way more than that to put him down.

“Okay, I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You underestimate me, and the Saiyan race. But it’s too late now, you’ve already signed your death warrant.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“You don’t know me, but trust me. You’re about to.”

This time reeling back his shoulder and winding back his upper body, Brussel was getting ready to land another elbow strike. As he thrust his body forward and launched his next move, it was immediately stopped by Martox, who raised his hand to catch the blow. The elbow sunk into his palm as the commander stopped all of its force with relative ease.

“Sorry, but I’m not going to continue to sit here and let you do what you like. I just wanted to see what I was dealing with here. I’ve been doing this long enough to know that, even after the few hits you’ve shown, I can defeat you.”

“You claim to know so much so early on, it will be your downfall.”

“I’ve had a pretty good streak.”

“Then it’ll be a shame that I will be the one to put an end to it.”

“See that’s the thing-”

Martox pushed Brussel off of him using the elbow he was holding onto. Immediately after, he lifted his knee until his foot was aligned with Brussel’s chest.

“I don’t think so.”


“HUGH!”

The saiyan was BLASTED away with a powerful front kick! Blood spewed from his lips as his body skipped across the dirt like a child skipping a stone across a river. He kept going until he SMASHED into a rock formation where he sat in a body-sized crater.

He slowly stumbled out of the crater, covered in rock and dirt, before dropping to the ground below him. His armor was somehow still intact, though he couldn’t say the same for more than a few of his ribs. He had the wind completely stripped from him, and needed to recover.
I didn’t see an ounce of ki in that… Was that raw physical strength?

The lieutenant heard a few shockwaves go off that got closer each time. Eventually, one went off right in front of him, causing him to be flung back a few meters onto his back as a dust cloud formed around the impact area.

As it cleared, Martox stood in its place, having made it all the way here in just a few jumps.

“Don’t you see? You’re outclassed.”

Brussel sat up to look at him, only to realize that he was still in deep. He was still seeing double from that earlier attack. He had to get himself together and quickly. He began to make an attempt to stand up, working his way up to his feet.

“Really? You’re still going? You know, that’s what I dislike about you Saiyans. I mean, look at you.”

Martox began to calmly approach Brussel without caution and full of confidence. It was clear that he thought that he was in no danger.

“You’re already barely holding yourself together after just one attack. Any sane person, any thinking being, would’ve hightailed it out of here by now once they had become aware of how much they are out of their depth.

But you, I can still see the fire in your dazed eyes. You’re thinking, “We’re just getting started”. I can tell that your thirst for bloodshed has been lit. A cursed species, you are. All you care about is chasing that high. Such an addiction only spells disaster for your people and others. Your inability to see that must be some logical error in your evolutionary makeup. This illness. This plague. It’s built into you.

I almost pity you.”

He stopped once he was within arms reach of Brussel, who was still trying to find their center of gravity. The scout commander pushed him onto the ground with little more than a love tap in an attempt to establish dominance and show him the reality of the situation.

“The last hit was a warning shot. Next time I won’t hold back. Stay down. You cannot win.”

He heard the Lieutenant mumble something under his breath.

“What was that?”

The mumble was slightly louder this time, but still unable to be heard clearly.

“You’re gonna have to speak up.”

With a deep inhale, Brussel worked his way up to his feet. Once he settled into his footing, he looked up at Martox with a blood lusted look in his eyes.


“I said, don’t keep me waiting.”

After a long pause, Martox sighed and shook his head.

“Very well. I’ll put you down, then.”

He shot up a knee right toward Brussel, but it hit nothing other than air as the monkey tailed warrior was suddenly gone from sight! Caught up in a momentary confusion, he then feel arms wrap around his waist!

“What the-?!”

“HMMMMMMMFFFF!”



Hugging the Rouran from behind, Brussel used all of his might to lift him into the air and proceeded to SUPLEX him into the ground!

He had deduced very quickly that in a battle of pure striking, he was at a disadvantage. With far more strength and durability, he’d break his bones before making a meaningful impact with just punches and kicks. Putting more of his body weight into knees, elbows, and even his skull would likely be much more effective, but they also required far more physical exertion. He’d risk tiring himself out. Even using his Cannon Shot Technique to go blow for blow with him would still lead to a massive waste of energy. While he could still resort to using them, it was best that he kept them to a minimum.

On the other hand, grappling seemed to be one of the best options. He could cut out the striking entirely and submit him right here! Following Martox to the ground, the saiyan would attempt to put the Shield of Trylia in one hell of an armbar, wrapping his legs around the shoulder and pulling back the arm to focus the force on the arm. However, before he could fully complete the maneuver, the commander would reach over with the opposite arm, gripping both hands together to keep his arm from being fully extended.

“I believe I’m holding myself together quite well.”

“It’s going to take a lot more than that.”

“Believe me, I’m counting on it.”

Martox’s grip strength was NOT budging no matter how hard Brussel pulled. The saiyan’s warrior instincts were beginning to kick in, immediately thinking of all possible lines of attack. Take advantage of the weaker points of the body. The groin, ears, eyes, the senses… He would all of them to pick apart this mammoth of a soldier!

“ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”

“AAAAGGGGHHH!!!!”

Brussel let out a MIGHTY OOZARU’S CRY right at the face of Martox as they fought over control of this arm. At this distance, the sound would be practically deafening to the ears of whoever was unfortunate enough to endure it!

The disturbance momentarily distracted Martox, allowing his grip to be completely broken by the Saiyan!

“HUUAAAHH!”

He let out a warrior’s cry as he fully extended the Rouran’s arm, putting as much pressure as he fully extended the arm and put as much force on the elbow as he could. The tendons holding it together tore apart under the pressure, making an audible “POP!”

“GAH! You BASTARD!” Martox cried out as Brussel rolled off of him, hopping back to his feet and reentering his martial arts stance. He wouldn’t let up though, as he was craving more. Seeing his adversary clutching his arm as he got up to his knees, he’d dash forward at breakneck speeds, shooting out his right hand with his index and middle fingers extended and piercing the left eye!

Brussel yanked his fingers out of Martox’s eye, aiming to jam it into the other eye! Without eyesight, this battle would surely tip in the saiyan’s favor!


Martox had taken a WIDE swing, his forearm SMASHING into the saiyan’s face! Brussel found himself flung into the air by the momentum carried by the blow.

The saiyan could feel the cartilage making up the bridge of his nose crunch and disfigure. However, this time, he had been able to accumulate the impact much faster than the first time. His body had learned and was able to brace itself. So when Martox lept up into the air to try and snatch him out of the sky, Brussel was more than ready to respond.

The Saiyan flew back down to meet his adversary halfway, meeting him with a FLYING KNEE to the side of Martox’s face! He could feel the Rouran’s jaw disconnect upon contact, smirking with glee as his momentum had completely changed so that his body was targeted toward the ground. During this descent, however, Brussel went to follow up the attack. Taking advantage of the commander’s now rocked mental state, he put him upside down and crossed his legs over the neck, and hugged his legs. He’d use his ki to increase the speed of their descent.



He’d PLOW the commander’s skull into the ground with a pile driver! Brussel jumped off of the Rouran's body, grabbing each leg with one hand and ripped his body out of the ground with a loud "HUFF", slamming the behemoth onto his back on the other side of him.

As Martox looked like he was about to get up, Brussel would plant one foot on his chest as he stood over him, glaring into his eyes.

"What a disappointment. All that talk earlier, only for the result to be this."

Taking his foot off, Brussel would back up off of him, giving him some room to get up.

"This fight is practically already over. Now get up, and let's finish it."

Martox growled as he stood up, blood dripping from the top of his head. Without an eye and arm, there wasn't too much more he could do. His bulky frame took away his agility, so his legs weren't of too much use to him in the sense of being a good enough replacement for his fists.

Still, he would refuse to surrender.

"It's not over as long as I stand."

"Save the noble bullshit. Come."

Martox's footsteps were thunderous as he charged the Lieutenant, throwing a punch towards his face! Only, Brussel caught his arm with both hands and pivoted 180 degrees, using the momentum to his advantage to throw the brute over his shoulder and onto the ground in front of him!

While Brussel wanted to play with food some more, he knew he wasn't going to get a settled appetite out of this one. He was wasting time. He'd focus his ki into his fist, using his powerful Cannon Shot technique to throw an energy punch right into his Adam's apple, crushing and causing his entire throat to collapse!

"GAAACCCKKK!!"

The saiyan would watch Martox squirm as he suffocated right before his eyes. It was a shame too. He was stronger than most non-saiyans. Stronger than Brussel was expecting. Still, it wasn't nearly enough to satiate his appetite. On the bright side, he'd get to real fight soon enough, as the scouts that Martox led would land around him in total disbelief. They seemed horrified as their leader slowly became more and more still, until he was motionless. For a while, it looked like the two warriors were fighting on an evil playing field. And yet, it took such a sharp turn. This supposed Rouran was supposed to some valiant symbol of protection, but it looked like he wasn't protecting much if this was how quickly he met his end.

"Now, take me to Trylia." Brussel said, turning towards the other scout as he wiped the blood from his broken nose.

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