3 Rightful heir

Zooming with all the speed my five year old body can muster, I slam his body into two more of my siblings—no enemies—as they gasp at the impact.

Releasing them both, I feel something strange happen in my eye sockets as twin red beams shoot out, bisecting the other viltrumites as they die with shock-riddled faces.

Before I can celebrate my victory, I feel the air leave my lungs as another viltrumite lands a devastating kidney strike. Sending me flying into space as I hold my last breath.

Leaning backwards, I avoid a would-have-been fatal blow. Kicking out with my legs, I feel my foot plant itself in the man's stomach, grunting as I fly downward with my feet in the man's gut.

Soaring down at speeds that were once impossible, I feel the atmosphere ignite me and the man, not even damaging our skin as I 'leap' off my opponent's gut, sending him spinning uncoordinatedly mid-air.

Feeling a familiar warm sensation in my eyes, two red beams ram right through the shocked viltrumite, killing him instantly.

'Is it me or are these guys really fragile?' blocking another blow from my newest attacker, I slowly get the hang of flying as I weave underneath a right hook before landing a man-uppercut, decapitating him.

'Yea, it's either I'm OP or these guys are fragile. I just awakened, and these guys are light work.'

Floating in a circle around each other, one of my brothers finally decides to speak, "You 6 should feel honored to be stepping stones to my revival of Viltrum under my rule!"

Crossing my arms and shaking my head, I hear another one of my brothers speak, "As if, once I dispose of you weaklings, father will recognize me as his rightful heir!"

As two of my brothers begin bickering, one of them charges towards me, probably assuming I'm an easy target due to my 5-year-old stature. Little does he know...

Tilting my head to the left, at the pitifully slow attack, I grab the outstretched arm of my brother, yanking it down towards my knee as I dislocate his arm, ignoring his gasp of pain, I then will my eyes to heat up again, blasting him away.

"Woah, he's tough, the others always died when I hit them with those weird beams," I bend forward and fly towards my brother who still has his arms raised, his pristine white Viltrumite clothing covered in blood.

Shooting my fist forward underneath his guard, I cringe internally as my hand pierces his gut, ripping my arm out and ignoring the wet fleshy noise it makes, I give him a look of pity as he loses his ability to fly, falling downward.

Turning around, I spot my brothers fighting, soaring around in white blurs, shockwaves raining out as I decide to watch and conserve my energy.

In the corner of my eyes I can spot my father floating about 1 km away, a scowl on his face as he watches my siblings kill each other.

After about an hour I can feel my eyes getting droopy as I'm still a literal child. Finally, my long-haired brother decapitates the last one looking worse for wear as he looks down towards me.

Slowly floating down in front of me, his arms crossed, I smile at him. My legs are in criss-cross applesauce as, in the past hour, I gained more control of my flight.

"Giving up already? Hmph, I hope you know that my father doesn't like cowards. So you die here!" Ignoring my brother's yap session, I close the distance and punch him in the nose. I decide to show off.

Zooming forward and kicking him higher and higher, it isn't long before we are in the beautiful void of space. Smiling, he stares at me with bloodshot eyes. I get into the most proper fighting pose I can muster.

To be honest, I'm completely nervous, not for my life. The reason? For some reason, during that hour of watching my siblings kill each other, I could feel my body getting stronger and stronger, as if the sun were feeding me power.

My skin seemed to get harder and harder -pause- my child body gained notable muscles in a literal hour the yellow sun off in the distance seems to empower me.

I don't feel talkative today, I rather not grow attached to someone I have no choice but to kill, not to become heir but to survive.

Staring at my brother as I feel the sun shine on my back I give him a sad smile as he looks at me in confusion. Blinking once time comes to a crawl as I spot my brother flying towards me at a leisure pace his guard open so I shoot two beams that pierce his pectorals his eyes widening in shock as I feel a frown grace my features.

Connecting our minds, I tell my brother one thing as his eyes close. Catching his descending form, I feel my father fly towards us, his arms still crossed.

"You fought well, rest easy, brother..." I say, keeping my words to a minimum to hold back the sobs threatening to spill out my words jot escaping due to space being soundless.

{This was to be expected, devo. I saw it the day you were born. Your bloodline was the purest amongst all your siblings, but to think that you inherited the abilities of our ancestors... You shall be the one to revive the race.}

{So what do you plan on doing, father?} I decide to keep my words to a minimum to hold back the sobs threatening to spill out, realizing that I just killed people, not just people my brothers. I'm a horrible person.

{Simple, when you are strong enough to defeat me, you will inherit the throne... But until then, you will be just the heir. When you hit puberty and are capable of reproduction, you will impregnate your sisters to keep the Viltrumite blood pure. The blood dilutes the more we breed with this... disgusting race.}

Keeping my shock in at my dad expecting me to do incestuous things we slowly flost downwards, greeted by about 5 adult viltrumites all native from the original empire there faces have shock written all over them seeing me decend with the corpse of my brother most likely surprised by my age.

"This will be your new prince. You will listen to his every command or face my wrath. Get him some royal clothing now!" My father commands as the adult viltrumites fly off to do whatever.