A/N: This is a one-shot. It could change but this is just something based off an idea I had if Broly was to live in the world with humans.

PROLOGUE

Chains. 20, going around all over the muscular large legendary Saiyan. A symbol of freedom he never gained. This was the real world not the world he knew. He couldn't look at any the same anyway, it was always about destruction and rage. Destruction and rage. They had tried, all the scientists; pumping him full of drugs, doing tests, 5 were lucky out of the 14 that weren't so lucky when he went into a rage. Some said the scientists were to blame for overdoing it, and some said he was born that way.

The truth was, he had this incridble strength from birth. It surpassed everyone's power. It wasn't a good thing, it always turned out to be bad. This time, he was exiled once again for the final time. Here in the real world called Earth.

It wasn't any good, he had to transfer about 20 times to different mental institutions. He ended up killing more than enough at most of them. He just couldn't be dealt with no matter how many people tried. He always broke the chains and it started all over, the desctruction.

This time, they(The government) had thought he ran out of steam. They tried to brake him, which always unsucessful. They were going to move him into another prison again but hust not this time. He was going to suffer humilation for what he had done.

"You can't do anything, I'll always destroy..." replied Broly, he looked at the night sky, "None of you have any sympathy, none of you humans..."

One officer looked up, "How can we? You are a monster."

"Cruel...Everyone of you..."

"Well, today is different, Broly...You will have to take this humilation again...Just like you did last time."

Broly just looked forward. He wanted to jerk them, all of them who held his chains but he decided not to. Broly looked at the crowd, there was always a crowd. Broly wasn't hard to miss, everyone knew him. It was like being a jail-celebrity and it wasn't a good thing.

He saw the center as they chained him to the ground, this is how far his rage got him. His arms chained tightly behind his back, his legs chained to the post, and the rest of the chains around his body. Broly showed no emotion, he was still. He knew what was coming but it wasn't what was going to happen.

He smirked, "Is this the worse you can do?"

The officer glared, "Well, this time, it'll be extreme...You will be treated like an animal."

Broly looked around to see whips, belts, etc. They weren't joking this time, this was an attempt to break him again. Broly just laughed, and laughed. Broly couldn't get enough, he really couldn't. He was ready for it to begin, his mutlation. People wondered why he wouldn't fight back when it came to being the main event. Did they know that this time would him off angerily, he watched as they got ready to beat him in sets of 5's.

It started slow, then it built up. One officer decided to get a mace and tear up Broly. Not until the next officer got a bamboo stick and began leaving marks on him, Broly felt intense pain.

Broly roared. He began to try and break the chains and fight against the officers.

A woman cried out, "This is not human! What is this?!

"Sorry, this has to be done. He is too mentally unstable to function and needs to be broken. All the drugs have failed." the head officer replied, "We don't know what were dealing with."

Another person joined in, "This is cruel, I think this is why he's is the way he is!"

Broly looked over at the person, "You are lucky to not be born with the curse I have, I have too much of a good thing..."

Broly roared which turned into agonizing screaming. Blood slid down his arms and legs, he began to bleed heavily more than the last time. He screamed as he fought the chains, why was he being put into this humilation? He looked at the audience who had some cheering and some fighting for his freedom, he just didn't understand why the humans were on both sides. He thought it would be a one sided.

Broly laid against the stake as he breathed heavily, this was not what he had in mind at all. This was the game they were playing from now on. It was a dangerous game that they shouldn't play but they did. The humans were foolish to Broly.

All of sudden, he could hear it. The crying. He listened carefully, it was it.

"Kakarot. KAKAROT!" He yelled, "...Rrrrgh...KAKAROT!"

The officers watched as he changed, he broke the chains once again and began stomping in the audience as they screamed and ran for cover. Broly began knocking down every building in sight. Broly's 11 o'clock drugs kicked in at full effect and now he was a menance. The scientists thought it would never work but it ended up working, it just took some hours for it to work.

"Rrrrgh...You all are FOOLISH! My power isn't something you can control!"

The officers tried to barracade the streets and the intersections, Broly just broke through and continued on into the next town. He roared in rampage.

One scientist looked up at Broly, "H-How?! He's supposed to be sedated! Why didn't it work?!

Broly roared in more agony as he destroyed more houses and buildings. He just hated it when no one understood because no one could. It always translated into hate and destruction. He now had 25 sedation darts all in his back and he still was tearing through like nothing happened.

Everyone ran in fear as Broly dropped slugglishly to the ground. He tried to fight the sedation but ended up giving up. His hair returned to normal. People waited 5 more minutes. 10 more minutes and finally 15 and Broly wasn't moving. It was safe to move him back to the mental instution for further testing and recovery.

Some people looked at Broly, they wondered with a power so strong if it was possible that he had a bleeding heart waiting for understanding. He just never had anyone understand. He was supposed to be dead at birth, and he always supposed to be dead. His father was no longer with him. He had killed him off months ago in rage.

No one could control him. His heart was too black.

Maybe just one day, someone would understand that he isn't the monster his powers completely make him out to be.

Broly breathed heavily, how much longer would it be?