Unofficial Writing Contest No. 2

[klodasmone]

Write a piece of fiction about Template and Broly, or anything LF2 crossover DBZ.

- No limit on the word count.
- One entry per member.
- Post your story in spoiler tags.
- The story has to be set in the LF2-World.

LF3 Template versus Broly

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-GAME START-

BOOK II: ENEMY WITHIN

“If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.”
― Niccolo Machiavelli


SCENE1: Day School
STAGE: CUHK
Template is walking towards Tokyo Law University. Yellow Broly appears behind his back. Template turns around in an expression horrified.
TEMPLATE (agitated): How big are you, guy? Are you on steroids?
BROLY: No, I’m all natural, you, petty weakling.
TEMPLATE: So, who ARE you?
BROLY:  I am a beast, because I kill before I eat. I am an owl, because I don’t ever sleep. And now I am an ultra super sayan, because I slaugher them all.
TEMPLATE: But are you HUMAN? What is your hassle with me, you, wise-man of old, you, carrier of eternal life?
BROLY: No hassle, only a quarrel. I want to be as big and as strong, as you. How can I achieve it?
TEMPLATE: But I’m small, fragile and weak! Also, I’m a color-blind laboratory mouse, clinically insane vile surgeon and born from a fetus aborted by an evil doctor.
BROLY: I sensed your cryptic “riatszu”. (pause) It’s amazing! It’s at power level Zero. How can an existent be at power level Zero? Are you hiding in plain sight? Are you Death incarnate? Are you in an unthinking state of degenerative metamorphosis, a cannibal of violent will-to-power?
TEMPLATE: No. I’m weak, because I choose to be so. I’m like the taste of formaldehyde --- tasteless, but deadly.
BROLY: How come, Sir?
TEMPLATE: Sir? You’re in, you, godless demon. You’re now in Little Fighter Club’s experimental surgery program.
(fade to black)


SCENE2: Half-fire, Half-ice
STAGE: Queen’s Island
Firzen is battling Template. Fight ends. Bat walks in from the right.
BAT: Still trying to overpower Firzen, Template?
TEMPLATE: Not trying. Achieving through perseverance. My strenght’s pressure is accelerating, my body is mutating from all the training.
FIRZEN: This kid, man, he’s giving me the chills. And I’m half ice, half fire, and I’m turning rotten green.
TEMPLATE: Not “kid”, Sir. A youngling.
BAT: You’re a pathological masochist… YOUNG-LING. Ha!
TEMPLATE: Just blood, guts and glory… SIR!
FIRZEN: You take him on, Bat. We’ve been doing taekwondo combateering for forty-eight hours. My muscles are screaming from sorrowful pain.
Template’s and Bat’s fight ensues.
(fade to black)


SCENE3: Day School II
STAGE: CUHK at night
Mark, six Bandits with knives and six Hunters with bows appear.
MARK (to Template and Broly): We don’t like new faces here, you, cracked, bile dripping walnuts. If you don’t pay protection money, we will smash, break your bodies, brains and limbs. We will rip your torsos in two, butcher your stew and innards, emancipate your genitals and kidneys, make you vomit blood, rip your eye-sockets out, defecate on your smearing remains, lacerate your genitals, asphyxiate your arteries, liquidate your cerebral matter into dripping goop, gout your facial features… Wait, you, blackened fluid stinkers… How big are you, guys?
BROLY (looking at Mark, laughing): We are the strongest organisms in the Universe. We feel no pain, we drink milk for mass, we must devour medicine to control our enragement, our spleens are blackened. We are menacing crazyful mutilators, destroyers of disfiguring kind, annihilators of desecratorism, born in virgin-made science, faces of beyond good and evil, lustful only for themselves as descendents of Hermes.
MARK: We will slice you both up, we will make you weep, we are psychotic mafiozos, addicted to smack and not giving a heck… Here we go, you, maggots! We will lay you with cold after an excruciating death!
TEMPLATE (sneering): Let’s take care of these guys, mate!
BROLY: Bon Appettitt!
(after the fight is finished, there’s only one bandit left standing)
BANDIT (with a tear-drop on his temple): Darn it, I’m leaving! I don’t want to be beaten to a pulp…
(Bandit runs away)
(fade to black)


SCENE4: Fight Club
STAGE: HK Coliseum
COMMENTATOR: We are back, everyone, and --- this time --- stronger ever than before! The Championship Finals of Taekwondo under the age group 23! Graceful fun and unlimited pressure are about to begin! It’s a freaking earth-shock!!!
(Tournament 1 on 1 Championship mode arrangement)


SCENE5: Aminus Room
STAGE: Space
WOODY teleports TEMPLATE and BAT to the Aminus Room.
WOODY: We’re here, safe and sound, tavareshi! Let’s take a breather, recollect and reflect.
TEMPLATE: Who are you, you, spiked-haired fellow? Why did you interrupted our fateful fight?
WOODY: They call me by the name of Woody, tavareshi. I’m a time-cop, and I just saved your life, no reason to thank me, thank you.
BAT: Thank you, then, I guess? But… what IS this place?
WOODY: It’s an Aminus Room. We access, relive and reconfigure genome parallels here. And, yes, you’re welcome! Now to bussiness…
TEMPLATE: Wait! This is happening WAY too fast! WHY did you save us?
WOODY: Yellow Brolly is coming, he’ll be your greatest aid in the fight against Julia and Goku; now, like I said, to…
BAT: Wait, wait, WAIT! Julia, I know, but WHO is Yellow Broly and Goku?
WOODY: I’ll explain everything, in due time. Just stick with me, not knowing, but trusting --- in me, in Aminus and in your destiny!
TEMPLATE&BAT (in unison): What other options do we have here?!
WOODY: The bussiness is this: I measure your strenght! Fight me one on one, Template! Now, or Never!
TEMPLATE: If that’s what’ll make you fess up, that’s what I’ll do!
(after the fight, fade to black)


SCENE6: Fight Club
STAGE: Kame House
Template teleports to Kame House.
TEMPLATE: Whoa! This teleportation technique Woody taught me actually works!
GOKU: That’s my line!
TEMPLATE: Oh? Goku, I presume?
GOKU: That’s right! I’m a sayan! And you?
TEMPLATE: A Little Fighter!
GOKU: Nice! Always wanted to meet one of you, guys!
TEMPLATE: The honor is all mine! I mean, you beat Freeza, Cell and Buu! On your own!
GOKU: He-he! Not on my own, though! I had help! Are you here to see Master Roshi, as well?
TEMPLATE: Uh… Yeah, yeah, that’s why I’m here!
GOKU: Nice, nice!
TEMPLATE: Yep, yep!
GOKU: What’re your stats, my lad?
TEMPLATE: Stats? Oh, I’m strong! At least, that’s what my teachers tell me! And you? Your stats, I mean!
GOKU: My Resting Power Level is at 8999! Any more, and you’d faint from the aggressiveness of my aura!
TEMPLATE: You’re kidding me, right? I had never fainted in the entirety of my life, you see… Or slept, or rested, for that matter!
GOKU: All right, for YOU, I’ll go full force!
TEMPLATE: It’s your funeral!
(fade to black, after the fight)


SCENE7: Revenge Reversed
STAGE: Tai Hom Village
Template is walking from the left, Julia --- from the right. They approach each other.
TEMPLATE: Excuse me, my fair lady, but are you a Gaijin here?
JULIA:  A Gaijin? Is that a name for some soup or something?
TEMPLATE: No, I mean…  Oh, it’s you… Julia, right?
JULIA: That’s right. What of it?
TEMPLATE: I’m here to guide you to your Mother, Jan. She’s expecting you, that she is.
JULIA: Expecting or not, I’m afraid I bring ill omen on her soul…
TEMPLATE: Jan’s son, me, your BROTHER, is sending you the warmest regards!
(fight ensues, fade to black)


SCENE8: Dinosaurs in Space
STAGE: space
Gad is doing shadow-boxing. Template teleports in.
TEMPLATE: I’m looking for Yellow Broly, Gad. I thought, since he’s not on Earth, I’ll start from the Moon. And since, you’re a dinosaur, the last of its kind, and all, maybe you’ve heard of him?
GAD: A dinosaur? Oh, yes, yes, yes, that’s me, yes, yes, yes. And, mhmmm, I’ve met Yellow Broly. He was here yesterday… or maybe it was the day before yesterday? Mhmmm, I, I don’t remember. Maybe you’ll freshen up my memory?
(fight ensues, fade to black)


SCENE9: Template versus Broly
STAGE: Space
TEMPLATE: Finally! I. FOUND. YOU!
BROLY: It’s not like I was hiding, or anything, Template-kun.
TEMPLATE: First, you want to kill me. Then, you want me to train you. Lastly, you stab me in the back? Be ready to go to Hell, for this!
BROLY: Game. ON!
(fight ensues, fade to black)

END OF BOOK II

EPILOGUE

SCENE10: Rest in Pieces
STAGE: Graveyard
Template is walking from the left to the right through the Graveyard.
TEMPLATE: In the end… everything perishes, everyone dies.
Mahoro flies in from the right.
MAHORO: Template! Pardon me, mighty warrior, been searching for you everywhere…
TEMPLATE: Ain’t I the popular one, huh?
MAHORO: All Hell broke loose! You’re the only one, who can stop the Infernal Invasion!
TEMPLATE: Oh? It’s hard being the Chosen One!
MAHORO: I don’t know, if you’re being sarcastic, or not, but you’re coming with me!
TEMPLATE: It’s not like I do have a choice here, right?
MAHORO: No… No, you don’t. Jump on, I’m taking you for one HELLUVA ride!
Template jumps up, Mahoro carries him to the right off the screen.


After-credit scene.


-GAME OVER-