POV. UNITED STATES, POST-WAR SHADOWS
They didn't call it a task force.
On paper, it was a "special research and response division" tasked with monitoring anomalous human variants. In practice, it was something far uglier.
They called it Sentinel Initiative: Zero.
The footage of Dura, blurred, distorted, half-myth, played on a loop in a secure underground briefing room.
A general spoke first.
"This is the future of warfare. Not clunky tanks. Not causality causing bombs rather Individuals."
A scientist followed.
"He ignored our strongest weapons and Didn't even acknowledge Captain Rogers as a threat or as a figure of authority."
A third voice, quiet, calculating.
"Which means we don't engage head-on. We study it then find a way to isolate the we neutralize with preparation."
Files slid across the table.
Mutants. Psychics. Enhanced humans.
Contingency plans were drafted not to fight beings like Dura,
But to survive them long enough to learn.
Above ground, the world celebrated victory.
Below ground, humanity prepared for gods.
POV, APOCALYPSE
Apocalypse watched history move forward without him.
The war ended as predicted, even though there were unforeseen events.
Flags changed and old world Empires fell quietly.
Perfect for he's future plans
He did not need chaos right now rather he needed time.
In buried sanctums and forgotten temples, his machines hummed. Genetic libraries grew. Horsemen were reforged again and again, discarded when insufficient.
"The age of testing is over," he said to the darkness.
"The age of evolution begins."
Somewhere in the future, he would not challenge evolution.
He would be it.
POV, HISTORY MOVES ON
Hydra fell.
Red Skull vanished into myth.
Captain America plunged into ice and legend, his last battle echoing exactly as history remembered it.
The world turned.
New fears replaced old ones.
And still,
No one forgot the thing/boy that walked through the war like a horror story.
POV. DURA
Dura hovered at the edge of the dying atmosphere, stars spilling endlessly before him.
His ki unfurled completely.
It wrapped around his body like a living mantle, emerald and white interwoven, stabilizing pressure, recycling energy, hardening against vacuum.
He remembered this from the original broly...
With a single pulse, he launched himself into deep space reaching and surpassing light speed.
Just will and power.
"Let's find out where I stand in the current timeline," he murmured.
Days passed in silence broken only by distant stars and faint echoes of civilizations too weak to interest him.
Then he felt it.
POV. APPROACHING PLANET RAKKASHA
The planet burned crimson beneath twin suns.
Mountains floated.
Oceans spiraled upward into the sky like serpents of water.
And the ki was beyond his expectation..
Dense.
Violent
Dura slowed instinctively.
"this is some kind of Martial world," he muttered.
"An advanced one at that ."
He descended quickly .
POV. RAKKASHA SURFACE
The impact shook continents.
Dura hit like a meteor, stone vaporizing outward in a perfect ring. The shockwave flattened forests and split the ground miles away.
He stood at the center of the crater, aura fading as dust settled as he waited for the usual.
Silence followed.
Then from the distance...
Three presences locked onto him instantly.
POV. RAKKASHA SCOUT UNIT
They arrived without ships.
They ran across the sky, stepping on condensed ki like solid ground.
Three warriors.
Tall. Lean. Marked with glowing tribal marks etched directly into their skin.
Their leader's eyes narrowed.
"Foreign ki," he said.
"primal and Aggressive."
Another sniffed the air, lip curling.
"A Saiyan."
The third's hand dropped to his side, ki crackling around his fingers.
"And that means Frieza."
They spread out instinctively, forming a triangle.
Average Power Levels:
Scout One: ~2.8 million
Scout Two: ~3.5 million
Scout Three: ~4.1 million
Dura smiled faintly.
"This might actually be difficult ."
POV. FRIEZA
Frieza floated in his private chamber, tail swaying slowly.
Three energy signatures pulsed on his display.
Dura — Returned. Unpredictable. Adaptive.
Broly — Rampaging. Untrained. Monumental.
Vegeta — Growing. Focused. Dangerous potential.
Frieza chuckled softly.
"How tiresome it would be to fight them separately."
He tapped a claw.
"Begin the whispers. Misroute intelligence. Leak locations."
A predator engineering a feeding frenzy.
"Let the children exhaust themselves by squabbling amongst themselves, especially that ambition driven Prince of all Monkeys,"
Frieza purred.
"Then I'll remind them what a true emperor looks like."
POV. DURA
The Rakkashan scouts moved first.
One vanished, reappearing mid-strike with a spiraling ki blade that warped space.
Dura leaned aside.
The blade shaved a strand of hair from his head.
He blinked.
"…Oh that's a dangerous attack and... ."
His grin widened.
"You're fast."
The forest behind him detonated as the second scout unleashed a pressure wave that crushed matter into dust.
The third raised both hands, forming a sigil that bound gravity itself.
Dura felt his body dragged downward.
His legendary bloodline stirred, alert, hungry, learning.
"Good," he said quietly, aura flaring just enough to crack the gravity bind.
"Very good."
The universe had finally given him a world that didn't break on contact.