Eyes of the World watched as an anomaly arrived.
Early S.H.I.E.L.D. Makes preparations for the unknown.
The crater in the Sahara did not go unnoticed.
Within ninety seconds, seismic stations across North and Southern Africa flagged an anomaly.
Within five minutes, orbital satellites had burned new observation priorities into their systems.
Within ten minutes ,
The event was escalated to the United Nations Security Department, a quiet intergovernmental, secretly established body that existed for things that should not exist.
And within the hour...
S.H.I.E.L.D. was activated.
Not publicly of course..... but with lethal seriousness non the less.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Joint Surveillance Command – 2001
Director Nicholas Fury was not yet the Nick Fury the world would later mythologies, but he was already dangerous.
He stood in a dim operations room, eye patch still a future scar, with his arms crossed as footage replayed on a central screen.
A small figure.
Humanoid, teenage appearance with dark brown skin matching the southern African natives and spikey dreadlock styled hair .
Emerging from a spherical craft.
No breathing space equipment
And no visible hesitation.
"That thing walked out like it owned the planet," an analyst muttered.
Fury didn't blink.
"Because it thinks it does."
....
A UN liaison cleared her throat.
"The Security Council authorizes containment.
Observation first, then capture if possible.
Lethal force only if... "
"If it turns hostile," Fury finished.
He turned to the room.
"Standard extraterrestrial protocol.
No cowboy shit.
No experiments without my approval."
He paused.
"And keep General Ross on a leash."
Broko's pov
First Night on Earth was nostalgic but he didn't drop his guard and not yet setting up a base yet, still waiting for the ship to finish scanning the world systems.
For now, he'll be Just using his pod as a temporary house.
Broko's then felt it immediately, he felt observed.
The eyes.
Not ki based observation but machine,
Technology.
Metal birds in the sky. Cold lenses. Signals bouncing off the atmosphere.
Primitive in comparison to what he has But coordinated.
He suppressed his power further, compressing his ki inward until even trained mystic sensors would struggle to feel him.
Active Suppressed Power Level:
6,000.....
The desert air was dry. Thin. Weak in ki .
No ambient ki flow like Khar'eth.
This planet was… starving.
"That's going to be a problem for some of his magic techniques ," Broko muttered.
He turned back and returned to his pod after leaving to explore a little, only to pause.
He sensed movement, Footsteps .
Heavy.
Military boots.
"So," he smiled faintly,
"they chose violence, judging by negative intent he could sense in their limited ki ."
The Capture Attempt was under way...
United States / United Nations Joint Task Force
Sahara Edge
They moved at dawn.
Black helicopters. Armored transports.
UN-marked drones overhead.
Rules of engagement were strict:
Contain
Disable and most importantly,
Extract technology intact
General Thaddeus Ross observed remotely, lips curled in disdain.
"Alien kid or not," he growled,
"if it bleeds, we can cage it."
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were embedded but not in charge.
That was the first mistake.
Contact
"Target spotted," a soldier whispered.
Broko stood calmly atop a dune, arms at his sides, tail flicking lazily behind him.
They opened fire.
Not advance technology weapons but regular military grade 2001 era weapons .
Basic Bullets.
Thousands of them.
The air screamed with rounds flying towards their intended target.
Broko didn't move.
The bullets stopped.
Flattened.
Then fell.
Silence followed.
Incoming Firepower Equivalent:
Power Level: ~20 to 35 (collective)
Broko tilted his head.
"…That's it?" in English
A tank shell roared toward him.
He caught it.
Crushed it.
Dropped the slag at his feet.
That's when he moved.
Violence, the Saiyan-Style....
He vanished from his location .
Not teleportation but it sure looks like it to those observing.
Just pure Speed.
Pure, brutal speed.
The first helicopter lost its tail before its pilot realized Broko had jumped.
It spun. Crashed and Exploded, killing the soldiers inside.
Broko landed among the troops like a meteor.
He didn't kill immediately.
He broke.
Limbs. Weapons. Morale.
A squad attempted to deploy an energy net—experimental Stark-derived tech.
Broko flexed his ki .
The net vaporized .
Broko Power Level (briefly released mid battle ):
7700.
Ross stared at the feed, face pale.
"Jesus Christ…"
Fury swore under his breath.
"Pull them out," he ordered.
"Now."
But it was too late.
Broko stood amid wreckage and sand turned to glass.
Bodies groaned.
He raised one soldier by the vest, eyes glowing faintly.
"Tell your leaders something," Broko said calmly.
"I don't want your planet."
He dropped the man.
"But if you try to chain me again"
The ground cracked under his feet.
"... I'll start taking it anyway."
He turned.
Walked back to his pod, picking it up he rose from the ground And left further south.
S.H.I.E.L.D. After-Action Report
Alien combatant exhibits extreme restraint,
Demonstrates advanced technology + biological superiority.
Estimated combat capability exceeds all known human weapons tested so far.
Nick Fury closed the file.
"Congratulations," he muttered.
"We just found a problem we can't shoot, yet ."
Elsewhere
Kamar-Taj
The Ancient One stood still as ripples faded across reality.
"A saiyan ," she whispered.
The name did not exist on Earth.
But the shape of it did.
"A warrior species from a higher dimensional universe," she continued.
"Not born of magic but capable of learning it."
Several sorcerers shifted uneasily.
"He does not belong here," one said.
"No," she replied.
"But neither do half the things we protect this world from."
POV shift
Other Hidden Eyes...
Atlantean observers withdrew deeper beneath the sea....
Wakandan sensors flagged the event and went into deep investigation and using their technologies to try and understand the new alien on earth.
Mutant telepaths felt a pressure in the back of their minds they could not name...
And the greedy observers planned in secret.
POV shift
Stark Industries – Private Lab
Tony Stark replayed the footage again.
And again.
"No armor," he murmured.
"No weapons."
He grinned.
"…That's cheating."
Elsewhere
Hydra remnants began mobilizing,
Black market biotech labs whispered about alien DNA,
Corporate syndicates began offering blank checks,
An alien had arrived on their planet.
And everyone wanted a piece..
....
POV MC
Broko was Alone Again.....
Night fell.
Broko sat atop a rocky outcrop as he listens to the African wild in the distance, some were hunting and others sleeping,
Looking up and staring at Earth's stars.
Different.
Dimmer and more distant than the dragon ball universe
But full of opportunity.
"he quickly realized that Low ki in this world didn't negatively impact him, his power was internal," he thought quietly.
He smiled, sharp and dangerous.
"…This place is going to be fun."
End of the chapter