An Unburdened Fury

Chapter 7: When The Mighty Fall

A thunderclap jolted him from unconsciousness.

The pitter-patter of rain awakened his senses to the outside world.

The gust of wind that rolled over his form told him he was alive.

Broly's eyelids, heavy as they were, slowly lifted to let the Saiyan look upon his surroundings. It was a barren wasteland as far as his eyes could see.

It must have been raining for a while already as he was half submerged in a rust colored puddle of water. The teen was unable to inspect his body for injuries as it was simply too broken for even the slightest movement. Frankly, he shouldn't have survived.

A bright light shined on him. "There's a body!" He heard faintly in the distance. His eyes became blurry as his body threatened to give out for the foreseeable future, too exhausted to maintain his consciousness. Several shapes invaded his field of view and unknown hands lifted him up.

"I can't believe there's a survivor..."

At the slightest touch, a brief flash of Galech grabbing him invaded his mind. He gritted his teeth and let out an unintelligible yell of defiance, his back arching as he tried to escape their unyielding clutches. A sting in his neck however and he was gone once more.


South Kai had his students fixed in an intense yet proud gaze. "I congratulate you two on your success down there. I felt your fight from up here even with my woefully unpracticed sensing capabilities." Torbie couldn't handle the gaze his teacher had been leveling at the duo and looked to the ground. Galech, despite her worries about her teammate, remained focused on South Kai.

"But this battle was not without its consequences. Papoi lost his life and millions of others were killed as well." He raised a hand to quiet any protest that Galech was about to bring up.

"Not knowing he was going to explode is one thing but not taking the fight to a less populated area is unforgivable." A sharp, sweeping gesture of his arm emphasized his disappointment. "There is little we can do now except learn from your mistakes."

After letting the duo wallow in their shame for a minute, his lips upturned into a sorrowful smile. "There is good news though. I've talked with King Yenma and it turns out the big lug has earned an Otherworld body with his good deeds in life."

Upon hearing the news, Torbie head shot up with wide eyes. "Hell yeah!" Galech turned to Torbie with a large grin on her face to which the bug man gave a weak smile and she slugged him on his right arm. "If anyone deserves paradise, it's him for sure."

Torbie, looking uncharacteristically sick with that last declaration from Galech, cleared his throat. "Is he going to be here soon?"

"Who's going to be here soon?"

The subject of the conversation, Papoi, floated down to the planet's surface in all of his Otherworld Body's glory. The only noticeable difference between him now and his once living self was the halo atop of his head. The blue giant gave his gawking friends a friendly smile. "Sorry for the wait, met some interesting fellows on the way here."


His eyes opened once more and they roamed over a smooth ceiling of white. The smell of cleaner laden air burnt Broly's sensitive nostrils and he lifted his hand to rub at his nose only to find that he was bound to a bed.

The realization of imprisonment forced the teen to fully wake up and look around. The room was bare save for the most part and the walls and floor were made of the same smooth white material as the ceiling. There was also a random assortment of wires and tubing that seemed to have spawned from the teen's body that connected him to the strange looking machines by his bed. Other than that, there was no noticeable door or windows.

Broly tried to sit up but a sharp pain in his abdomen caused by the movement told him it was unwise to do so. 'Where am I?' He wondered with a childlike face of confusion adorning his face. The teen lifted his head to look down and noted an assortment of bandages adorning his body along with a cast on his right wrist.

And then there were these cuffs on his arms and legs. Instinctively, he tried to break free but they were strong and Broly weak. He could do little more than give himself a headache with the noise. A hiss came from the left.

A block of the wall about three feet in width and seven feet in height slid forth from the wall and seemingly floated upwards. Two beings came into the room looking at Broly expectantly as the door slid down and sunk back into the wall.

The one in front was easily six feet tall, thin with little musculature, and disproportionately long limbs. It was an off-putting shade of orange with red sclera with tiny black dots as actual pupils. The one following behind was shorter by half a foot but its body matched the first one's in all other aspects save for the purple skin and blue sclera. Both wore white lab coats and the shorter one held a tablet of some kind.

The first one's eyes closed and its wide, thin mouth upturned into a grotesque smile. "Ah, you're awake. What a pleasant surprise." Its voice was surprisingly deep and held a strange edge to it that Broly couldn't recognize. He (Broly decided to just give it a gender) came up to the teen and gave him a once over.

The alien muttered a few words in a foreign language and his companion diligently took down a few notes. "Alright..." A clap of his hands followed the words. "Introductions first. I am Tur'Bdis and my friend here is Ase'Une, we're overseeing your recovery." The one with the tablet didn't show any visible reaction as Tur'Bdis gestured to it.

"Where am I?" Inquired Broly with a scowl as the aliens generally ignored him.

"I am not at liberty to-"

Broly let out an inhuman snarl as he lashed out at the alien but once again the pain from his injuries was too much and he was forced to stop struggling against his bindings lest he cry out and show weakness. He held onto his abdomen and breathed cautiously as the pain subsided. "It..." He fixed Tur'Bdis with a malevolent glare. "...wasn't a question you can choose to answer! Tell me where I am!"

Again, Tur'Bdis spoke a few words in a foreign language as the other took more notes. Unperturbed, the alien continued. "Just answer these next few, simple questions and I'll tell you." His voice became more monotone as he seemingly rehearsed a script. "What is your name?"

After some awkward silence in which Broly imagined strangling the doctor, he saw the futility of trying to attack once again and reluctantly (although silently) decided to answer the questions. If anything, he found himself still exhausted and just wanted them to leave. "Broly."

"Your species?"

"Saiyan."

Tur'Bdis looked surprised at the teen's response. "Really? Huh. First time I've seen a Saiyan in this galaxy...wonder where his tail went..." The last sentence was muttered to himself. "Moving on. Gender?"

Broly looked indignant at the question. Wasn't it obvious? "Male."

"How old are you?"

That one legitimately stumped him. His father didn't exactly keep a tab on how old he was and Broly never bothered either. Even if he did, how did these guys even keep track of age? Their planets' years probably weren't going to be the same. It didn't matter in the end; he didn't care. "I don't know."

A minute of relative silence passed as Ase'Une wrote down the last of Broly's replies. A mutter from the alien and Tur'Bdis nodded. "That's it. We've already collected any other pertinent information while you were unconscious."

A hiss and the door opened once more to let in an alien identical to Tur'Bdis save for a reverse color scheme. It whispered to the doctor in its unintelligible language to which he nodded. "It seems I'm going to have to end this quickly so here's a quick summary of your situation."

"Broly, right now you're being held in a maximum security prison's medical facility a dozen miles underground. The only reason you're here is that you would have died before you were tried for the genocide of 25 million civilians." Broly lips became a small, thin line and his brows furrowed. He did not like the idea of being held prisoner.

Still, he found his curiosity aroused. "How are you so certain it was me? The city was basically erased; there shouldn't have been any witnesses." A morbid chuckle told Broly of the alien's amusement. "You don't become the 'Galaxy's Gem' without being smart, Broly."

His patronizing tone reminded him of his father's during 'negotiations' with the leaders of soon to be doomed planets. It made Broly scowl once more. "We had drones dispatched, monitoring, and transmitting your fight to us within minutes of it starting. Once we saw the immense scale of the powers involved, our military stayed away lest we garner more casualties."

He waved away the visiting alien and it hurried back through the door to wherever it came from. Tur'Bdis seemed to search the air for a few seconds before apparently regaining his train of thought.

"Anyways, once the dust settled, we came in to look for any survivors and you were the only one we could find which was lucky given your devastating injuries. Your body being the epicenter of the crater that was once a city only solidified your guilt in all this. The trial is a formality for all intents and purposes."

Broly looked down at his compromised body. He shouldn't be here. Rendered so helpless by a lucky shot from a...

He chuckled as a stray thought entered his thought. It was his turn to be amused. "Hehehe...What..." He grabbed the edges of his bed and pushed himself up so that he was eye level with Tur'Bdis. "...makes you think you'll be able to hold me once my injuries are healed? You said it yourself, your military can't handle my power."

Tur'Bdis stood up and connected his hands behind his back. He looked down on Broly with a superior look as he walked over to Broly's legs. "My boy, you see those cuffs?" He caressed the one on the teen's left ankle making him feel more uncomfortable than the Saiyan would admit. "They're Ki blockers; right now, you're no more dangerous than me or Ase'Une here. See, you're not the first ki wielder Aciero had to imprison and, to answer your second point, we're not above keeping our prisoners' injuries from healing if it meant keeping them from escaping. It's a shame we couldn't capture your opponents. Despite their intentions, they caused quite a few casualties as well."

He turned around around and gestured for Ase'Une to follow him out. "Now, I have to go. Enjoy what little freedom you have left."

The door closed.


After exchanging some greetings and pleasant conversation, Torbie managed to get some distance from his mentor and friends. Just seeing the halo on Papoi's head made his guilt multiply.

'You shouldn't have that Papoi...'

"Hey, Torbie." Speak of the devil.

the bug man turned his head and gave Papoi a genuine smile. "Need anything, Papoi?"

"Nah, I'm just wondering why you're distancing yourself." Damn, the blue man was more perceptive than Torbie gave him credit for. Torbie crossed his arms and averted his eyes from his friend. "It's just that...I could have prevented your death."

Papoi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Don't do this to your-"

"No, let me explain myself." Torbie sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I was overwhelmingly stronger than Broly. Hell, I took a blast to the face point blank and not a scratch. I could have ended the fight in a move." His left hand dropped to his side and he rubbed the top of his smooth head with his right. "But I didn't."

"I got cocky and I wanted to see him punished for his crimes. By extending his life the way I did, I allowed him to gain that monstrous power that he used to kill you." Torbie's eyes teared up slightly but he wiped them dry before any could fall. "Kami, your body was a broken mess..." He fixed the blue man with a poignant gaze. "How much did it hurt before you died?"

This time, it was Papoi's turn to run a hand through his hair. "To tell you the truth, I was completely out of it by the third headbutt. My neck snapped the moment I hit the ground according to King Yenma." He put a large blue hand on Torbie's shoulder and gave the bug man a large grin. "Don't beat yourself up for it though."

"I don't like that you let all that power go to your head like that..." Torbie was ready to cut him off to apologize but Papoi refused to let him speak for the moment. "But...I don't hold anything against you for your actions. We're all mortal and we're all susceptible to our baser natures; it's just how it is. Besides, we all knew that becoming South Kai's students would entail this kind of risk."

"If you still feel bad, just know it's apology enough if you don't get drunk on power again." Papoi took his hand off of Torbie's shoulder and lightly punched the bug man. "What I won't forgive is you moping. Now let's get back to South Kai and Galech. They've been trying to eavesdrop for the last few minutes so might as well."

"I left him alive you know."

That froze Papoi in his tracks. He turned around with a frightened shock rolling of his form. "Why would you let him live?! This guy destroyed over a dozen planets!"

Torbie found his gaze back on the floor in shame. "Galech said with the injuries he had when she discovered him, he would've died regardless of my actions so I let him live so he could suffer in his last moments." His eyes hardened and he gave Papoi a chilling glare. "He deserved it for what he did to you."

The blue giant sighed. The way his friend was handling this was not good at all. He could only hope that this was temporary. "He is dead though right?"


It had been hours since the Tur'Bdis's visit. Everything he said kept replaying over and over in Broly's head as he stared at the ceiling above.

...you're being held in a maximum security prison's medical facility a dozen miles underground.

...no more dangerous than me or Ase'Une.

Enjoy what little freedom you have left.

He pushed himself up to a seating position, his abdomen complaining the entire process. Looking at his hands, he clenched his left hand into a fist, the cast on his right wrist prevented him from doing much due to the agony. 'Will I be stuck here?' The teen looked around and noticed that there was no cameras he could see. Their confidence in their technology must be great.

Banking on their arrogance when it came to his privacy, he let out a shuddering breath and put his head in his hands. 'How could this have happened? I am the strongest in the universe! Invincible even!' At least...he should be. That's what his father had told him (Hell, that's what everyone he's ever met told him) for as long as he could remember.

Your power is that of the Legendary super Saiyan, Broly. The strongest warrior the Saiyan race, and the universe, has ever seen. You will be the one to avenge the wrongs King Vegeta has committed against us.

Almost. Every. Damn. Day. His father told him that.

You are the strongest in the universe.

You will never fall.

You are unbeatable, Broly.

His mind drifted back to the battle that seemed to have been an eternity before...


Broly turned back around and clenched his outstretched hand. Every visible muscle in his arm and chest tensed as he put everything he had into his punch knowing that Torbie couldn't dodge.

He swung and missed by the width of a hair. His blank eyes widened in absolute shock as some blood ran up his throat.

He looked down to confirm that Torbie had tore his abdomen open with his fist.

Like a dam bursting, Broly's power began to flood out of the opening which prompted Torbie to pull his arm out and jump away. Broly stumbled backwards as his body began to seize up as it couldn't handle the amount of power trying to escape through his wound.


His hands fell to the bed sheets and he gritted his teeth.

'I'm not...the strongest. Not invincible. Not a devil. Just a mere mortal.'

Everything he'd been told had been a farce. A lie to build him up as more than he was. A slap to his face.

Broly reached up to the bandages on his chest. "I may not be the strongest..." He tore them away revealing an angry wound that had been shoddily stitched up. "...but I will be!" He shouted to no one in particular as he tore away the rest of his bandages and tubing or wiring or whatever the hell they stuck to him to monitor his health!

He then pulled his limbs in a struggle against the cuffs that robbed him of his power. "This prison will not hold me! Do you hear me!? Gah!" The dull ache his body had settled into soared to a tremendous agony as wounds were reopened and bones rebroken in his bid for freedom.

Broly threw his body towards the door flipping the bed onto its side and slamming his body into the floor. Blood poured out of his abdomen and throat but that mattered little to him. His perceived freedom was right there in front of him. He tugged and pulled at his restraints inching ever closer to the door with a determination never before seen.

The door opened unexpectedly and a group of heavily armed aliens rushed into the room with their wrist mounted blasters at Broly. "I will get stronger! Faster! Better! And I. Will. Kill. EVERYONE!" He screamed as he tried to pull himself and the bed forward with his left arm once the torture he had been putting himself through became too much.

"You hear me, Torbie! Galech! EVERYONE!" The soldiers picked up Broly's bed and put him back where he was with little trouble yet the Saiyan refused to quit in his endeavor. "Let me go!" A sharp sting in the side of the neck quieted him.

Tur'Bdis witnessed the scene from the relative safety of the doorway, hands crossed behind his back with an emotionless facade for a face. 'So strong of body yet so weak of will. You are little more than a child, Broly. One that I will enjoy breaking for what you did to my family.'


"He is dead, Papoi. Don't mention it to South Kai though. He'll flip."


Author's Note

Sorry for being late but better late than never right?

I had an awful time writing this to tell you the truth. There were so many ways I could've continued from the end of the fight that it made sticking with one so hard! So I went with the most logical in my mind and I hope you guys like it.

Please share your comments, thoughts, and criticisms in a review! It keeps the writer part of my brain healthy and strong.

P.S. This story's about to break 50 reviews! I should do a special or something. Maybe my own version of Tree of Might or Lord Slug with Broly.


Reviewer Responses

Scion 141: I'm gonna have to disagree with you there. The only reason he had any semblance of sanity in the first one was because of Paragus's mind control device. The guy was basically brain dead until he saw Goku and his anger overpowered the crown's effects and in his first movie, the flashbacks clearly show some mental instability when he was younger. So, in my humble opinion, hallucinating and seeing Goku after being beaten to near death? Well within the realm of possibilities. If it's any solace, this is probably the peak of Broly's craziness in this fic.

12/10/2016 Edit: Pay no mind to the above response if you're new. My opinion changed and I edited the previous chapter accordingly.

ValentineSin13: I also believe Broly is a descendant of the Super Saiyan of Legend that Vegeta alludes to every now and then. The only problem is what would that make the regular SSJ transformation? Boggles the mind really. Also, this made me realize I forgot to address the whole 'his power increases' thing in the exposition.

warriorofdark: I never really expanded on that, did I? In the anime, there's multiple instances of Goku being alive in Otherworld like right after he's wished back to life in the Saiyan Saga or when he teleports himself and Cell to King Kai's planet. This leads me to believe that the living can access Otherworld. Since South Kai's abilities aren't expanded on, in my story's canon, he has the ability to teleport willing beings to his location so I hope that answers your question.

Drexal15: Completely forgot this aspect of his transformation but it should be edited in by the time this chapter is up. Unless I'm lazy or something.

LSSJGurl: Glad to see you liked it! The idea to reference his death on New Planet Vegeta was a spontaneous one.