A light-skinned man with dark eyes and long black spiky hair floated above the abyss of Hell. He wore a golden necklace, boots, wristbands, and a belt that all sported blue jewels. The rest of his attire consisted of white pants and a red sash.
He was known as a monster. An eradicator. A behemoth of a Super Saiyan. Broly, The Legendary Super Saiyan, floated above the abyss of Hell in a rare state of tranquility. For many years, since he has been in Hell, Broly had begun to acquire a portion and some semblance of his sanity back.
No longer driven by his insanity, Broly began to think more clearly. The more he thought about it, the hatred he felt for the Saiyan referred to as Goku, began to slowly, but surely disappear. All of the murderous animosity towards Goku had been pointless, and Broly had finally realized that. The threatening environments the Legendary Super Saiyan had been surrounded in, had no doubt been a large effect on his psyche. And as time went on, Broly had realized that he had no actual reason to hate Goku. It was unfortunate that Broly had learned too late as he was stuck in Hell.
As he floated, Broly had a calm expression on his face. He looked down at his hands, and he tightened his fists. He was the Legendary Super Saiyan, a monstrous behemoth of a Super Saiyan that possessed virtually limitless power. Power that drove him absolutely insane. For Broly it was a curse, and yet in his case, it was also a gift. In a way, this immensely powerful transformation provided him with a sense of safety. A great advantage of this form was that his power level seemed to increase continuously without limits, but a great disadvantage was the cost of his sanity. As the Legendary Super Saiyan, Broly's blood lust amplified to the point that he became hysterical, as he thought of numerous ways to torture and murder his opponents.
After being destroyed by Goku, and his two sons, Gohan and Goten, along with the interference of Vegeta's son, Trunks, Broly was immediately sent to Hell. Still beyond the brink of insanity, Broly often had to be 'toned down', which involved him fighting against Goku and Pikkon. Somewhere along the line, Broly was sent crashing into the Soul Cleansing Machine.
It was this very machine that had allowed Broly to regain his sanity and his critical thinking. The Legendary Super Saiyan, now free from his insanity, maintained a somewhat peaceful and quiet life in Hell. When not extremely enraged, or transformed into his Legendary Super Saiyan form, Broly was arguably a very calm and solitary person.
His association with Goku had slowly, but surely morphed into a form of light acquaintanceship. While Broly no longer held any hatred for the fellow Saiyan, he always got annoyed with Goku's childish yet cheerful attitude.
The Legendary Super Saiyan crossed his arms and he sighed, closing his eyes. He felt a sudden energy signal nearby. It was pitifully weak, so weak that Broly could easily just ignore it. Sensing the power level was still there, Broly opened his eyes, and he looked below him. It was one of King Yemma's guards.
"Hn."
Broly hovered down, and landed on the ground in front of the guard. The guard quivered at the tall frame of Broly, who looked down with boredom.
"What do you want, worm?"
The guard gulped, and he shivered in fear. Even though Broly was more or less civil now, that didn't mean he could still bring out the fear in the unlucky someone who was to be his opponent. The guard gulped down the nervous lump in his throat.
"King Yemma wishes to see you."
Broly rose an eyebrow at the request.
"The ogre?"
Out of curiosity and boredom, Broly followed the guard. As he followed him, Broly glanced at the areas of Hell around him. The forms of Frieza and Cell cowered at the sight of the Legendary Super Saiyan, prompting a smirk from the Saiyan himself.
Broly and King Yemma's guard arrived at the Check In Station, the gateway between the physical plane of existence and the Other World. The two walked inside the mansion, the first sight being King Yemma signing papers at his desk.
King Yemma looked up from his papers, and he looked to see his guard cowering next to Broly.
"Ah, Broly. Pleased you could make it." He shooed the (thankful) guard away, and he turned his full attention to the tall Saiyan.
"What have you called me for, Yemma?" Broly asked.
He was genuinely curious, seeing as he hadn't really done anything remotely bad to be called up to the Check In Station.
King Yemma set Broly with a serious look on his face.
"I have decided to give you another chance at life."
Broly rose an eyebrow.
"Another life?"
King Yemma nodded in response.
"It has come to my attention that although you have committed many atrocities, you were under the effects of insanity. It was your power and the traumatic events you experienced that contributed to your insanity, not from your own will."
Broly listened with intent, and he crossed his arms.
"What will happen to me, Yemma?"
King Yemma placed his hands on his desk.
"You will be reincarnated, or reborn into another life. The advantage for you is that your power will still remain the same. However, the drawbacks are that you will lose your memories, and there is a possible chance you will not be reborn as a Saiyan."
Broly thought about the pros and cons of this opportunity. King Yemma gave him a shrug.
"It is up to you, Broly. It is your choice."
Broly narrowed his onyx eyes, tightening his fists as he thought the situation over.
'Reborn into another being? No memories, huh? Perhaps...I could start anew.'
His decision made up, Broly looked King Yemma in the eyes, and boldly stated,
"I accept."
King Yemma smiled as he nodded, and an aura of light began to cover Broly entirely.
"Very well. Broly, I wish you good luck in your next life. And make the best of it."
With a grateful nod, Broly became consumed by the light, fading away in sight.
In Another Dimension
The cry of a newborn could be heard as he was embraced by his mother. Mrs. Hyoudou cradled her new son, noticing that he was very small. The newborn had a light skin color, and brown hair. Mr. Hyoudou kissed his wife on the lips as they gushed in excitement. They were so engrossed in their elation, that they failed to notice the green orb like Energy Shield forming around the infant entirely. The shield distorted the atmosphere before fading into the newborn's body.
Mrs. Hyoudou and Mr. Hyoudou smiled as they looked upon their sleeping son. Mr. Hyoudou turned to his wife.
"We'll call him Issei. What do you think?" Mrs. Hyoudou adopted a thoughtful expression, and then she smiled warmly.
"Issei. Yes, that sounds perfect." She looked down at the newly named Issei and smiled, rubbing his head affectionately.
Issei Hyoudou slept soundly in his mother's arms, moving slightly to the side. Suddenly both of his eyes snapped open, revealing a lack of irises and pupils. Issei's eyes showed nothing but pure white.