This is a parody of Dragon Ball not meant to be taken seriously by any means. But come on! You already knew that from seeing Ultra Army!
Again, Toei, don't copyright strike me...or TFS...or SSJ9K...or Maastar -ok, maybe him.
"In the pocket dimension of the world of the seven Dragon Balls, Universe 7 is now under attack by an army of villains from across the galaxy, including those from other timelines. All around, the Z Warriors are beaten, left stranded across the burning debris of the Earth. First Yamcha (as usual), Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu, then Krillin...Only Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Gotenks, and Piccolo are left standing, but are now held captive at the ruined Capsule Corp by the flamboyant Ginyu Force, of all people, and watched over by Lord Frieza and Handsome- I mean Perfect Cell."
CAPSULE CORP (SUPER)
Burter: On your knees, Saiyans! (Kicks Gotenks down)
Gotenks kneeling: Ow! Ok, geez! I'm doin' it!
Guldo: You'd better! You're standing face to face with Emperor Frieza!
Vegeta: Honestly, I can't say. If anything, you should be the one kneeling. You're the most useless out of all of us… Besides Yamcha, of course.
Guldo: Shut up, you..!
Ginyu: Now now, there's no need to get all testy with him, Guldo. Besides, he's not going anywhere now that he's beaten.
Cell with his arms crossed: It's so delightful seeing him like this anyway. It reminds me so much of the last time I broke his neck. Which I will humbly do a third time, by the way.
Frieza: You may be my guest, Perfect Cell. But first, we have business to take care of the main star of the show. Goku…
Goku held down by Recoome and Jeice: Heheh...That's all folks..?
Piccolo missing both arms: I swear, you just love to try and find ways of slipping a joke in.
Nail in Piccolo's head: You mean like you do with your attack names?
Piccolo: Yeah, but mine are cooler.
Kame in Piccolo's head: Speaking of, wasn't that Frieza's jealous brother who fought us earlier?
Piccolo: Yeah. He's kind of a push over, really. But it wasn't him who shot that thing that's keeping me from regrowing my limbs.
Zamasu in the sky: No, it wasn't.
Zamasu, back down to his original self without Goku Black descends from the sky with a sadistic glare and a self righteous heavenly ray of light like a saint.
Zamasu: I've learned about Guldo's time stopping ability and Frost's poison darts and exploited them to my advantage, giving everyone a chance to weaken you all from the inside.
Vegeta: Is this gonna be another one of your mortal rants like the last time we fought you? And how the Hell are you even here?!
Zamasu: That last part is none of your concern. But I've learned about my faults concerning my hatred of mortals and felt that it got the better of me. No. Even those like the Gods were foolish. And it seems as though these people you've slaughtered over the years can agree. Can I get an amen?
Cell and the Ginyu Force: Amen!
Frieza: And as always, Goku, you've been outsmarted for your insolence and overconfidence. Although, to be fair, you weren't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed to begin with.
Goku: That's absurd! I'm smart enough to know the numbers ABC and letters 123.
Frieza, Zamasu, Vegeta, and Cell looking back at each other: ...
Gohan: So you guys have partnered up with an uprising to try and kill us? Where have I heard that one before..?
Cell: Ohoho, I remember! We all knew that was a mistake from the very beginning. But that ship has sailed.
Ginyu: If I maybe so bold, aside from Lord Frieza, Perfect Cell, and Zamasu here, what we needed was someone who could get the job done!
Zamasu: You're not wrong, Captain. Gentlemen, I present to you your new true God of Destruction, 21!
Goku: GASP! She's single?!
Suddenly, right in front of the hostages, the evil pink Majin 21 warps down in a black vortex from the green skies, almost like Goku Black would! She waves her hair back and grins with her sharp teeth showing even more insane looking than the last time they saw her.
Evil 21: Hello boys!
Gotenks: Oh no! It's the hot pink crazy lady who likes chocolate!
Piccolo: Ok. I think I get it now. You're an insane waifu with a sweet tooth, (turns to Zamasu) you hate people who aren't green and speciest, (Turns to Frieza and Cell) you two have more composure but destroy planets and fight to get what you want. Also speciest. (Turns to Ginyu Force) And you guys are… Well, you're alright, I guess.
Recoome: Why thank you!
Jeice: We appreciate the feedback!
Gohan: You're the evil version of 21 she destroyed!
Evil 21: That's right, sweetie. Thanks for stating the obvious. And thanks to Frieza, I'm back with a sweeter tooth than ever before! But there's no use eating something so unappetizing like Big Green and Prince of all Foreheads.
Zamasu, Ginyu Force, Nail, and Goku: OOOOH!
Vegeta: Silence! Nobody disses my widow's peak but me! And I'm not all forehead!
Goku chuckling: I dunno… One time I thought I blew bits or your head off, and well...you looked...You...
Vegeta: Enough, Kakarot!
Cell: Glad to know I don't have to roast anyone these days. They do it to themselves!
Frieza: Well now, guess with that out of the way, we can roast them literally. Shall we move on?
Zamasu: Of course, Emperor. (Bows) My Queen, I believe the honor belongs to you.
Evil 21 sharpening her nails and bowing: Why, I would be delighted!
Vegeta: Oh no..! Does this mean you two are dating? I'm getting mixed feelings here.
Zamasu blushes and hesitates for a moment and 21 just widens her eyes while giggling.
Evil 21: Ahahahaha! If we were, he'd be in my stomach already, and he's not much of a ladies man.
Zamasu sighing in relief: Phew…
Evil 21: Now, who should I choose to toss in the trash? Perhaps, Omega Shenron has an idea on where to start.
Goku: Oh boy! He sounds strong! Does his baby blood come from the real classic Shenron, or the Namekian Balls?
Nail: Wish we had those. I'll tell ya what.
Frieza: Well, you could sort of say that. It's an opposite. If I know him from visiting his time, he seems to have my style. Take out the ones most associated with the Prince and the Imbecile.
Cell: I love how that rolls off the tongue.
Frieza nodding: Oh yeah.
Evil 21: Then it's settled! The fusee with the big mouth gets to go first!
Gotenks: EEK! (Defuses)
Trunks putting his hands together begging: Don't eat me! I taste bad!
Goten doing the same as Trunks: Yeah! And I taste like cherry flavored medicine! The kind that makes you vomit just by thinking about it!
Evil 21: Ahaha! Silly boys... Ok. You're too cute anyway.
Goten and Trunks: Phew…!
Evil 21 aiming at Gohan: But he's cuter!
Goten and Trunks: OH NO!
Evil 21: Cell, if you really really want…
Cell chuckling: I want what I really really want. After hearing what Frieza did to him before with his attack on Earth, I could honestly care less about that trash. Do as you please.
Goku going super saiyan: No! Leave son of she who is my wife alone! (Phases down to base) Urrgh…!
Cell: Nice try as always, but that poison inside you does more than just make you ill.
Goten: Please, Ma'am, don't kill my brother! I lied! I DO taste good! I taste like Sprite!
Evil 21 pointing her finger: I prefer Pepsi! (Charges pointer finger with a ding) And a bit of Hetap. (Winks) We're not sponsored.
Gohan cringes for a split second, but as soon as 21 fires her laser at his head, he and Goten disappear into oblivion and turn Guldo behind Gohan's spot into a piece of chocolate that drops onto the floor.
Evil 21: ...Whoops…
Ginyu grasping his horns with his jaw to the ground: Guldo! Now you boys are really in for it! (Shakes fists) You'll pay for this!
Vegeta: Don't blame me! It's another one of those moves Kakarot stole from some big-headed aliens!
Goku: Hey, I never stole em! I just "borrowed" em. Ya know? Like how I tried to mimick your Garlic Gun.
Vegeta: Galick Gun, you idiot!
Zamasu: Meh. That's quite alright. Wherever they went to, they won't be of any importance to us.
Trunks: That sure makes me feel special…
Evil 21 pouting: Aaaaw…! And I really wanted to eat him! Now he and the Sprite are gone again.
Frieza: Don't be so upset, Majin. I'd say they were just the appetizer. Your real meal is right in front of you.
Goku: I could really go for a meal myself! But I dunno what I taste like! Hope I taste like chicken, deep fried and served with that sauce Bulma keeps in her lavatory. I mean library.
Burter: Wasn't your name something like Kakarot?
Jeice: Sounds to me like a carrot, actually. Matter of fact, Vegeta sounds like vegetab- (Gets excited) Ooh! Now I get… Sorry, sorry. Got a bit carried away there.
Zamasu: Not to worry. You mortals…(Pauses) Excuse me. (Puts palms together and points) YOU learn something new everyday. In the meantime, my queen, what should we do with these, "Z-Warriors?"
Evil 21: I'm so hungry and tempted to turn you all into cake and ice-cream! But if Gohan was just an appetizer, what about your God of Destruction? (Looks even more crazed) Maybe even the Omni King..!
Piccolo: Zeno?! Now you really are insane.
Vegeta wearing a cocky grin: The green man's right. How do you expect to fool one of omnipotence? Let alone any of the gods at all?
Frieza: We have our ways, Vegeta. Believe me, we do.
Zamasu: We already have control of the Time Nest. Once we expand our efforts, you will know.
Cell: Well, that's enough fun for today. I think it's time we lock em up. Frieza, how bout we do what we discussed earlier from what I've learned from their cells?
Frieza: Excellent. Yes. They deserve a much crueler punishment than the sweet release of death they've put us through time and time again. We'll put them in a Math class.
Goku being taken by Recoome and Jeice: NOO! NOT MATH! GET AWAY FROM MEEE! AAGH! AAAAAGH!
Vegeta being taken by Ginyu and Burter: Oh Lord… Well Son, I guess it's time you finally teach me about the pytholemu theory or whatever it's called that Mother keeps talkin' about.
Trunks being dragged by the shirt by Ginyu: I dunno. My Tutor's going through the old fashioned way. Mai n' I tried to take a regular class, and they changed up everything.
Vegeta: How do you change Math?
Frieza: On second thought, Vegeta, we may have a "special" punishment for you. Dodoria will appreciate it.
Vegeta being dragged off: WHAT?! NO! YOU LOON! LET GO OF ME! I'LL GET YOU, YOU LIPSTICK WEARING BASTARD!
Zamasu: Flee, mortals. There's nothing left for you to look forward to, now that our reign has already begun. Except for whatever our new partner is up to in his timeline. It's much different than ours, having forms which extend the level of Super Saiyan to compete with Gods without God Ki. Or as I like to call, "The Mega Saiyan."
Piccolo: Huh. Guess Tien was more important this whole series after all. Now all we need is a Maximum Oversaiyan.
Evil 21: Oh, that's right. Pickle. I need you with Zamasu. There's something in the Time Nest we wanna test for a little project of our's. Do this, and the poison within you will be gone. And hopefully after that, we can restore the rest of the treats. I mean folks.
Piccolo looking at his severed limbs: ...I don't think I really have a choice.
Zamasu: Excellent. (Takes out Ki Scythe and rips open portal in reality) Pull yourself over here, and witness a place of those who thought to control the Gods.
As the villains continue with their plan, the evil version of Majin 21 jets off to parts unknown, and Frieza and Cell remain at the ruins of Capsule Corp looking for any survivors from their attack. Once Zamasu exits to the Time Nest with Piccolo captive, a determined yet fearful Bulma hiding behind a large pile of rubble contacts Whis through the use of one last batch of ice cream in a bowl, which he can see through his staff from Beerus' realm.
Whis: I see… Lord Beerus, do you remember the Old Kai's number from the Time Nest?
Beerus off in the distance: How should I know? There's like a million of him.
...In Space, Outside of the Pocket Dimension…
KORON SECTOR 9
Far out of the reaches of space and time in a much different dimension, there is an event being played at a floating coliseum in a busy space sector next to a planet resembling Earth. Many rows of traffic continue to the entrance of the massive arena to the center circle where several rows of docking ports line up like seats in a show. Many of these spectators are that of alien life; some more bizarre than others, but bizarre nonetheless. Fish people, two-headed dogs, furries with exact human proportions. Or humans with shark teeth and fins. Everyone is diverse, and they all cheer as the announcer for tonight's show hovers down to the arena floor with his gravity pad and mic.
Announcer: WELCOME ALL! WELCOME!
The crowd cheers loudly with thunderous applause (Oh God… I sound like George Lucas…).
Announcer: Tonight, we will be witnessing the final match of the season after 7 days worth of worthy anticipation! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR OUR LEADER. THE GREAT KING MIGHTY!
As the crowd rumbles in excitement, a strange tall anthropomorphic horse man steps out the backroom of his corridor to the balcony atop the arena. He appears to be wearing red, gold, and silver clothes with a cape; almost royalty-like. His face scowls, but not of aggression but of content and dominance just before he speaks with his mic in front of his chair.
Mighty with a loud high pitched voice: Greetings ladies and gentlemen, to our final deathmatch of the year! In such a short time, we have witnessed many men and women be beaten and broken. Distorted and killed! But now comes the finale with the last of the strongest warriors! It is here that it will once again be decided who will become the ultimate galactic champion!
Announcer: FIRST FROM OUR LAST MATCH AGAINST THE DREADED GAMMA TIGER COMES BERGAMO, THE HOWL OF THE WORLD!
As the audience again erupts in cheer, Bergamo, or in this case the perfect copy of the leader of the Trio de Danger, steps forward now much stronger and more aggressive looking than ever. His pelt had been grizzled up as though he hadn't been groomed in what feels like years, and his hair had gotten much longer by the back of his head, pointing two thick strands of it forward by his dome. He has only a mechanical transformable shield equipped with him along with his traditional red scarf.
Bergamo looking around waving: Yes, I know. I'm awesome!
Announcer: AND IN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE THE GREAT BEAST OF THE CENTURY! THE ONE AND ONLY, HOPP, THE CLAW OF THE WILD!
In front of Bergamo from the other corridor of the ring, a purple/blue beast lady named Hopp comes running on all fours with her claws flexed out and her tongue hanging in excitement for the last match. When she reaches Bergamo, she gets up in front of him and calms down.
Hopp: Hello honey! Wasn't quite what I was expecting after 3 months away from each other.
Bergamo: Oh well, don't think of this as a bad thing. Think of it as sort of a retreat. Y'know. Gives us some time to build on our muscles and stuff.
Announcer: And our most recent competitor, and the strongest in all the land from the same pocket dimension… THE WORST OF THE WORST...the DEVIL of all DEMONS…!
Out of the third corridor, closed off from the others comes the great, legendary Super Saiyan himself, Broly, now more wild looking than ever, even at his current base form!
Bergamo cheering: Broly!
Broly cheering with the crowd: HAAAHAA- (Turns to Bergamo and Hopp) Oh hey you guys. Haven't seen y'all in a while. How long has it been? 2-3 months?
Mighty: Silence! Now that all the competitors are set in place, it is time! Prepare yourselves for your last match of the century!
Bergamo: You don't have to raise your voice, y'know. Just cause you're yelling doesn't mean everyone should take you seriously. It's like listening to Imperials in Disney's Star Wars.
Mighty: That's enough, furry!
Hopp: You're a talking horse.
Mighty cocking his head back and forth: I know you are but what am I?
Hopp: ...Ok. Now he's giving me more reason to wanna eat him.
Broly: I'll fry him for ya.
Mighty: Now, release their bonds! Leave them to each other and let them all fight to their last drop of blo-
Before the screaming horse could continue with his speech, he suddenly pauses in horror from a loud boom that leaves a huge dent in the back of his head and gives him a concussion! He fumbles forward and falls to the balcony to the ground with a splat!
Hopp: ...Fresh meat!
All of the audience pause and gaze at their leader's decapitated head, but instead of screaming and panic, they all cheer in entertainment, probably thinking this was part of the show!
Broly: I had a feelin' you'd show up at the last minute...Hit.
Coming out of thin air, Hit stands before the trio with both hands out of his pockets as though he just used one to kill the king. Unlike everyone else, he continues to wear a serious look on his face.
Hit: You should be thanking Kale. She's the one who sent me here to knock him dead.
SSJ2 Kale somewhere off in the distance: I didn't say that! I said to knock him in the head!
Hopp: Meh. Whatever works.
Announcer: It looks as though we have an even bigger roster of fighters now! You know what that means!
Crowd: FREE FOR ALL! FREE FOR ALL! FREE FOR ALL!
Bergamo: Well, ya sure as Hell know how to work up a crowd. Their leader just died and they still wanna see us fight.
Announcer: Guards, SEIZE THEM! GIVE THE CROWD A SPECTACLE!
The hatch doors across the circle of the arena open up, releasing the many hundreds of grey armored guards with various weapons. Some even being able to fly.
Broly bracing himself: Com'on. Let's do this!
One of the men comes face to face to Bergamo and he quickly hops into the air and does a complete devastating dropkick to his forehead that blows him far back to the rest of the soldiers! A loud shockwave fires across the arena from the impact and cracks the concrete. Some armored guards with axes doubling as energy blasters aim and prepare to fire, but one of them gets shoot through the head by a distant ki missile. It was the rest of the Ultra Army (including Mai, Caulifla, Majora, 17, and Supreme Kai/Shin) coming down from a small cargo vessel to help their old friends.
Sorrel sniping from above with a ki rifle: I'm not a fan of heights, but I'm lovin' this!
Majora: Shoot down those with guns to keep them from harming the ship!
17: You've read my mind again, Major Fox! (Prepares Electric Shock)
17 fires upon the heavy troops surrounding Broly, Hopp, and Bergamo, causing them to get electrocuted in unison like a makeshift arena fence! Hit uses time skip to warp across the field one shorting everyone at a split second while 17 flies from the sky and bombshells the arena in a circle, impressing the audience! Shin holds both arms out and spawns a halo behind him that creates small fireballs he can hold, passing one of them to Majora who proceeds to twirl in a graceful circle before shooting multiple smaller pellets of it across the surface! This gives everyone enough time to try and make their way to the ship piloted by 21 descending to the field. But in the corridor near the end of the field, a large tank retrofitted with a grinder on the front comes charging for Bergamo and Broly! Luckily, an older Mai comes falling from the sky with her no scythe and slashing the tank and the pilot in two!
Hopp: Damn girl! You scary!
Majora: Broly! On your left!
Broly senses another armored guard coming up behind him grabbing him from behind! Two more arrive to do the same to his chest and try and weigh him down for an axe trooper to deal the final blow. The tall Saiyan simply grins like a beast and transforms into a lesser version of Super Saiyan without the gold hair, and even that is enough to blow everyone off of him!
Broly: Like the other 5 fights, that wasn't even a spec of my power!
Caulifla running up to Kale: Let's do this..!
Broly tosses the two Saiyan women a pair of potara earrings they use to fuse into the great Kefla! Majora gets in front of her and she holds his arms out swinging him around for him to perform an incredibly spin kick on all the men coming after them! Once the ship comes down and lands, everyone but her rush in for a quick escape as more and more soldiers come charging for a good fight and the audience's entertainment!
Sorrel shooting: Well, if it isn't the current face of Furaffinity.
Bergamo: Don't say that. I've got far less fan art than you or Hopp. Regrettably, even Broly.
Shin deleting his halo: Come, Ultra Army! It's time we make our leave!
Kefla with her hair turning gold: Alright! Stand back folks! Prepare for the grand finale!
Kefla aims both hands against one another and flies up to the sky along with the ship pointing down to the center of the arena. With electricity circling around her and her yellow aura starting to blaze, she grins and lets loose a full beam of light that completely encloses all the opponents in energy before an instant disintegration! The very arena now has a massive crater at the center of it, and some of the audience at the front rows were fried; some turned into fish sticks which every other civilian present are surprised by. Though this is just them shocked that they finally get free food. As the escape shuttle departs into a nearby hyperspace route, they realize they're being pursued by police drones moving at a rapid pace!
21 letting go of the controls: I've got this.
21 presses the autopilot switch and gets up to go to the back of the vessel. Since they're still within the sector's atmosphere, she opens the back hatch door for a better view without anything getting sucked out. She licks her lips and points only one finger toward the two ships in between each other. One shot from her nail catches both of them and transforms the machines into tonight's dinner. A full buffet that she gravitates into the ship.
21 salivating: Finally. Dinner is served…
17: Well, that was somethin' else. Reminds me of Thor and Gladiator.
Sorrel putting away her gun: Yeah, what were you doing there these past few months?
Hopp: Whaddya think? We've fought.
Bergamo: Honestly, I just got really bored and wanted to do something. I thought it would be just for a day, but they kept me around for life cause I was that good.
Hopp: Same. I got wanted some action.
Broly: And I wanted to grab something to eat. Free admission to the diner if you go through 5 waves from the first event.
21: You should've brought me along for the ride, because I still have a sweet tooth.
Broly: I dunno. For the most part, all they serve were fresh meat from the fights we've won.
Shin: Wait a moment. You've fought just so you could eat for free?
Broly: Well, basically. Yeah.
Shin raising his eyebrows: ...That's a good deal.
21: Never bothered me before either.
Kale: How did you know of the gladiatorial arenas?
Hopp: Oh, we found out about it from an advertisement on Youtube or something. And a brochure. People seem to be commercializing just about everything these days…
17: You're right. Next thing you know, some big budget company's gonna sell us cardboard and call it a game.
Majora: Well, I think we can all agree that it was certainly a grand experience for you three, yes?
Bergamo, Hopp, and Broly: Absolutely!
Majora: Well, that's good to hear. Because now it is time for you all to return back to work.
Bergamo: Work..? Wait, you don't mean…
Bergamo, now in casual business outfit sits in a small box car near an 80's style house with Broly in similar attire in the driver's seat and Sorrel in the back.
Broly holding the steering wheel: I am so uncomfortable.
Sorrel: So we're supposed to be acting like Earthlings? What's the difference between us if we step out like we are?
Bergamo: Majora said if we do that, we'll risk the government getting on our ass. This is why I didn't wanna live here when we decided to find a home on Earth…
Broly: Well, Kakarot did it, so it can't be that bad, right? (Tries adjusting and struggles to find controls) The only difference is, his version of Earth isn't exactly this...square.
Bergamo pushing the gear stick: What happens if you pull this do-
The car shifts into forward gear and smashes right into the garage door of the house where Shin is still attempting to T-Pose to assert his dominance on a picture of a religious figure.
Sorrel: It means "forward," daddy.
Bergamo: Right…
Caulifla stepping out the back door with a red T-Shirt, blue jeans, and no shoes: Jesus Christ you guys! What the Hell are ya tryin' to do? Go into hyperspace?!
Broly: It's a… Technical difficulties. Which is ok considering I don't know exactly where we were going.
Bergamo facepalming: Agh… We were supposed to pretend to take Sorrel to middle school…
Sorrel: Wait, middle school?! Oh Hell no! You are NOT making me go through puberty again! (Hops out of car and jumps through garage wall into living room)
Hopp on the couch watching TV: Hi bunny.
Sorrel: Hey kitty.
Broly: Aren't you and Kale supposed to be acting like you're all in High School?
Caulifla: We already ARE in High School, remember? I decided to take it to practice wrestling. Goku had me convinced it takes years to get Super Saiyan, so I'm planning to get something stronger the way he did!
Shin: I'm not so sure about that. Earth doesn't quite have the warriors needed to provide you with sufficient training at the state we're in now. Whether it is here or Universe 7's.
Broly: Honestly, I just wanted to take things easy for a bit considering all the things we've done these past few decades. We've been doing nothing but fighting and now it's starting to get to me again.
Everyone else sighing: Yeah...
Hopp in the other room: Oh, and one more thing. A break..?! We needed a break away from each other..?!
Bergamo stepping out the car: Babe, I didn't say it like I was tired of you. I meant it like we just need a little 'me' time. You know what I mean?
Hopp: Yeah, I guess that's true…
Bergamo: Plus, we've been together nonstop. You'd think you'd wanna have some time to yourself for once.
Hopp: Yeah, but don't you remember the planet we used to live on? It was a living Hell! We needed each other. ...Actually...Now that I think of it, considering Vegeta's wish back then, I think I would much rather be distant from it.
Bergamo: Amen.
Sorrel still stuck in the wall: To be frank, I think I prefered the fiery planet better than whatever drugs Ribriane was on.
Shin: Anything is better than that.
Mai stepping next to Caulifla in a blue T-Shirt: Hey. I've got you guys a game console from the store as a gift to keep you busy.
Caulifla: Oh cool! What system?
Mai: Game Station. Z-Box didn't have the exclusives and had that strange green filter over everything.
Sorrel popping out of the wall: Wait till people buy the Z-Box Lite to get rid of it. That's another 400 Yen coming from their wallet.
Hopp: And by the way, what in Earth happened to Arale?
Suddenly, Arale pops through the ceiling head first, now looking more like a young adult than she did as a kid; though she still wears the same clothes.
Arale: Did someone call?!
Hopp: Heya kiddo!
Shin: My goodness..! Anymore damages and we may just have to move in a few days.
Broly stepping out the car: If we did, I sure wouldn't mind. (Walks outside garage)
Arale: Broly Sama doesn't sound so happy.
Bergamo: He isn't. But it's nothing a good spar can't fix. I'll see what I can do with him later. Right now we're just really bored.
Caulifla: Yeah, how bout we try that game? How many controllers do you got?
Mai: I only have 3.
Sorrel fidgeting: You go on ahead. There's, uh, something I've gotta do real quick anyway with the car. Make sure it's uh, not broken from crashing through the door.
Bergamo squinting: Sorrel…. What did you do? You're fidgeting again and that normally means you stole something.
Sorrel: ...So I miiiiight've hid a Hyperdrive System in there…
Bergamo giving a high five: THAT'S MY GIRL! I knew you still got it!
Shin re-asserting dominance over a picture: Just make sure you don't expose this technology out to those on Earth. They don't seem to possess this kind of power.
Sorrel: No problem, bro.
Mai: Where did you get that?
Sorrel: I took it from the cargo ship before we brought it back. (Lifts car hood) Just try and sue me, Cosmic Industries!
Hours later into nightfall, Hit returns from an unknown place Time Warping to the backyard of the house. Majora opens the back screen door to let him inside.
Majora: Hello, Hit!
Hit: Hello. I assume things didn't quite go as planned?
Majora: No. We're still getting used to life out here. I tell you, taking it easy isn't as easy as it sounds. And we should've especially known better than to come to Earth thinking it is just like any of ours.
Hit: You have it easy in the disguise department, don't you?
Majora: 17 had to convince a group of college students that I was a man in an animatronic suit while I pretend to be a springlock suit.
Hit: How did that go?
Majora: I'll show you!
Majora starts flailing his arms and legs around like a ragdoll on drugs bumping against the floor, the ceiling, and the walls! Hit, the legendary assassin, is now dumbfounded. Meanwhile, on the second floor, Broly is in he and 21's bedroom wearing glasses reading a children's book about a fish removing its scales to fit in.
Broly: Oh my God… This moral is so bad it makes me wanna see Kakarot again.
21 looking out the window at the side: ...
Broly putting the book down: What's the matter, 21? You look tired. More than usual.
21 getting under the covers: Ah, honey. It's just… It just feels kind of uncanny now that we're not fighting anymore. Or doing things that require the usual Saiyan to get suspicious of us and instant transmission over here.
Broly: I can relate.
21: Hm..?
Broly: Years ago, before my old man Paragus built New Vegeta, I was trained into becoming an obedient killing machine. That's where that crown I had came from to control my temper.
21: Oh. You, never told me that…
Broly: I didn't want to. Looking back at it makes me itch. Sometimes I feel like there's another version of me out there who feels the same way. But almost always it ends with us getting blown up or driven insane. Er, I mean, if we haven't already. Thinking about it now, Kakarot crying just irritated my sleep. It's not enough to make me hate the dude.
21: Then why did you hate him most over Prince Vegeta?
Broly: I dunno. Plot convenience?
21: Oh, that makes sense. (Wraps arms around Broly) Listen, we don't always have to fight, you know. You said it yourself. You were just at the arena for food.
Broly: Yeah, but it still doesn't feel right, girl. I mean, fried bodies of fish people aside, I always felt like I was born to fight, just like my Saiyan heritage. If I didn't, I would be a weakling for a mighty long time. That's how Paragus always saw it. Same with Vegetables and Carrot.
21: But you're much different than that Broly. You and Gohan don't always crave a battle like your ancestors did.
Broly: Well, let's put it this way. Every generation is different. (Kisses 21 on cheek)
21 blushing: …?
Broly tucking himself in bed: Goodnight hun. Maybe later we can find another planet to live on that doesn't have any Earthlings running around.
21 smiling: ...Yeah… Goodnight.
"As the former Ultra Army head to sleep, some of the more mature members of the family think back to when they trained with Goku and Vegeta, and the Tournament of Power. They're relaxed, but now it seems after a few years away that they're now ready to return to the fray once more. How will they succeed against the villainous uprising across these two timelines in the Dragon Ball multiverse?! And just what exactly do the enemies of Goku and vegeta plan to do with the Time Nest?! Tune in next time on Dragon Ball: Rising!"
End of Act I