HATRED

After Frieza had destroyed the saiyan's home planet the few remaining saiyan children were sent to a special saiyan school to learn how to conquer planets. Broly was one of them and wasn't the most well behaved of them. This is the story of how he grew up to hate our hero Goku.

Broly was now in a special class for those who misbehaved and sat down muttering to himself. He looked up to see someone enter the class; he had black spiky hair and was the same age as Broly. Broly's memory hit him and one name came to his mind, "Kakarot". The young saiyan sat near Broly and sat back in his chair, as if he didn't care what happened to him. A few friends of his sat beside him and laughed at jokes and whatnot. Broly looked at them with envy, he had no friends because of his hidden power and the fact that King Vegeta had wanted him dead. The teacher walking in brought him out of his thoughts.

"Alright class! I want you to turn to page 83 of the books in front of you," He said. The teacher wasn't a saiyan but was of some weird race.

Broly did this in a dull, lifeless way and looked upon work he had already done, he sighed.

The teacher began to talk away but Broly didn't bother listening and was brought out of a daydream by the small group he envied. They were throwing stuff at him but he didn't really care. One of the things, a textbook, hit the teacher who spun around quickly. The teacher's eyes narrowed on Broly who put on an innocent face and pointed to the group.

The teacher didn't say anything and continued with the lesson until something else hit him, he and Broly gave the same gestures to one another and Broly was asked to stand outside.

The teacher questioned Broly about the incident and came back into the class and sat Broly down and then pointed to the spiky haired boy, asking him if he had done it. The boy said no and his friend's agreed when he said it was Broly who had done so.

Broly was in for a long and rather irritating day…

The next day Broly was approached by the group and the spiky haired boy pushed him against a wall "Don't ever try to rat us out again!" He said to Broly, spitting on his face. Broly knew he could kill him right there but decided against it. Broly just nodded his head and walked off. In the lesson after that the same thing happened and this time Broly wanted the advantage. Broly threw something at the teacher and copied the black haired boy who got the blame for it. Broly was quite happy until lunch.

The group sat beside him, knocking him about and throwing his food away. The spiky haired boy spat on Broly's tunic, "What rags are you wearing? I suppose you can't afford clothes like these, what a pity!" The boy began to walk away but stopped at smelling smoke. Broly had set the boy's clothes on fire with an energy ball and was laughing at the boy's feeble attempts to put it out.

Once the boy had done so he walked over and backhanded Broly, who retaliated by kicking the boy into a wall. "I'll get you back for this Broly!" He shouted as he ran off. Broly smiled at his victory and sat back down.

At the end of the day Broly made it back home, his father, Paragus, was away dealing with some business but his mother was home so he walked in to find something that horrified him. His mother's dead body was lying on the floor and the spiky haired boy was standing on top of her, smiling. Broly let his power loose and transformed into a super saiyan and charged the boy who blasted him back and disappeared.

When Paragus returned home he found Broly crying beside his mother's dead body. "Broly, who did this?" Paragus asked, hugging his only son. "K…Ka…Kakarot!" Broly coughed out with rage. Paragus' eyes widened. How could Bardock's son possibly do this when he had been sent to Earth 12 years previous?

Outside, looking in on the two saiyans Turles smiled, he had gotten his payback on Broly. Turles walked away satisfied at hearing Broly scream his brother's name…