Chapter 29 – Our Only Option

"T–This energy is so…" Pan gasped, stumbling backwards into the wall. "You can't be serious!"

Bulma didn't even glance at her, keeping her eyes locked with the dark set inside of the cell. "Broly, you're our only chance right now." he raised an eyebrow, lowering his folded arms. "You care about Bra, don't you?" there was no reply other than the dangerous narrowing of his eyes. "I know you can feel Majin Buu's presence. And I know you can feel Bra."

"The brat has gone up against him, hasn't she?" he shook his head and scoffed. "I told her she wouldn't stand a chance."

"And I think she knows that now." Bulma stated slowly, pulling a key out of her armour. Stealing it from the guard had been easy considering they were all frightened about what was happening outside to worry about what was going on inside. "We're losing. Horribly. Many lives have been lost."

Broly laughed loudly. "What makes you think I care?"

"Because if we don't do something, my daughter is going to be next and that's not an option." she spat, noticing how she instantly caught his attention. "Bra is still fighting Buu, Broly. Right this second. She even unlocked the legendary and she still doesn't stand a chance. What we need is somebody with an endless supply of energy – somebody like you."

"You do remember what happened the last time you set me free, don't you?"

She closed her eyes, her eyebrows knitting together. "I do. Believe me, I remember. But I've been working on my mind controlling abilities so hard since then. If you manage to get to the battlefield in less than ten minutes, I can control you and stop you from going on a rampage." he seemed disbelieving, watching her through narrowed eyes. "Please, Broly. I've already lost my husband and son as well as many others I love. I can't lose Bra, too."

His eyes widened a fraction. "The king is dead?"

A vicious whip suddenly lashed at her heart. "…He is."

"Which means there is nobody out there who is capable of distracting Majin Buu if Bra is struggling and needs to get away." Bulma nodded shakily. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "And right now, her energy is rapidly beginning to fade." again, she nodded. "Get me out of here."

Bulma did so without a moment of hesitation and the second the ki restraint was shut off, Broly could feel power rushing through his veins, could feel that certain insanity coming back to him, although it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. Perhaps that was because he wasn't around so much violence and destruction? It didn't matter. He'd be back to his insanity and lack of control the moment he reached the battlefield.

Stepping out of the cell that had been his home for many years now, Broly clenched his fists and glanced down at Bulma and Pan, his eyes narrowing on the latter. There was a small voice in the back of his mind that was whispering to him that he knew her from somewhere, that he knew those eyes. Not only the colour, but the shape too.

A taller feminine body stepped in front of a trembling Pan, watching Broly warily. "Videl's daughter. You remember Videl, right?"

It suddenly came back to him, memories were flashing in his mind so harshly that it was disorientating and made him a little dizzy. Vaguely, Broly could recall crash landing on Earth, in the middle of a city. He could recall being surrounded and feeling different emotions being shoved right at him. Uncertainty. Worry. Anger. Fear. Oh the fear had been so very intoxicating to him back then. Broly had taken a deep breath and soaked up as much of the fear as possible before attacking.

However, before he had been able to kill a single person, a small body was landing in front of him, yelling at him to pick on somebody his own size. Amusing to say the least considering she was a tiny little thing. Short hair, royal blue eyes, but despite her pathetic, weak way of looking, Broly had seen how she held herself. A warrior. That girl had been a warrior. So, thinking it would be a challenge, he had attacked, the voices chanting in his mind to destroy, to cause pain and destruction. Broly could never remember how long he had been attacking for before a much stronger warrior took him out, the golden aura of the boy clashing with his own. And if he hadn't been excited before, then he had definitely been then. Not only was the kid a Super Saiyan, but he was also the child of Kakarot. Oh his blood had been boiling with the challenge and the whispers in his mind became yells.

After almost killing them all, it had been both Vegeta and Bulma who managed to finally stop him. The queen had protected her king by focusing entirely on Broly's mind, by completely silencing those angered yells. She had kept him under control long enough for Vegeta to restrain him to this very cell.

Since then, he had somewhat come to terms with the fact he was not allowed to kill Kakarot. Shame, because he was an annoying bastard. During his time in his cell, Kakarot had come by to visit him and for some reason, had tried to become friends with him, offering him meat and other foods such as that, saying that Saiyans needed to be well fed.

Such an annoying bastard.

"I remember her." he nodded once, though soon changed the subject when he felt Bra's ki spike. "Control my mind now and I will be there in less than ten minutes."

Pan grabbed onto Bulma, her eyes wide. This man's ki… It was dark. A disgusting, murky green colour and she could already feel that he had the potential to become much darker. She didn't even want to know how her mother knew the man. What was his name again, Broly? Perhaps one day, Pan would ask her mother the story behind it, but not right now.

"Are you sure, Bulma?" she whispered, her eyes fixing warily on Broly's features. He didn't seem like much, but appearances could be deceiving. Take Majin Buu for example. He didn't look like much – looked rather freaky, actually. Bra was also much stronger and more powerful than she appeared, too. "You haven't got a lot of energy left."

When she nodded once, Broly lowered himself to her height and Bulma placed her hand on his forehead, closing her eyes and focusing hard on his mind. It was certainly a lot better than the last time she visited him. Much calmer. However, it wasn't perfect. Like she had told him, the technique she was about to use would last no longer than ten minutes for several different reasons. One of them being that Trunks was not there to help her with it like he had with Bra. Yes, pretty much all she could do right now with so little energy, was put up walls in Broly's mind to block out the yelling and insanity.

"Ten minutes." Bulma reminded him, slowly lowering her hand. "After then, I won't be able to control your mind."

"You won't have to." Broly told her and it honestly surprised him that, when he powered up to his Super Saiyan form, he was still in complete control.

Bulma grunted and winced in pain, blood slowly trickling from her nose. "Hurry, Broly."

He was gone in a second, blasting out of the prison.

"Bulma!" Pan cried, catching the queen.

Just as she went to lean her against the wall, however, Bulma shook her head. "We need to go after him."

There was no use in arguing, so Pan shifted Bulma's arm over her shoulders and blasted off after Broly.


So the girl had foolishly ignored him and gone straight after Majin Buu?

Obviously, Broly was aware of the fact that others had been fighting alongside of her. That much was obvious as he reached where the battle begun and noticed many piles of dead bodies. His left eye twitched, but just as it did, the control Bulma had over his mind increased, making him focus on nothing other than getting to Bra and saving her.

He wasn't any good at sensing others by their ki. The fact Bulma was currently in his mind, however, helped. Well, that and the dead bodies he was following. This Majin Buu creature seemed just as ruthless, just as insane, as himself.

A malicious grin stretched his lips.

It had been a while since his last battle, since his last kill and Broly couldn't wait to get stuck into Majin Buu. What better way to get back into fighting than to take on a powerful opponent? It was a rush, taking on someone who had the potential of being much stronger than yourself. Broly relished challenges as they rarely ever came and when they did, he made sure to go all out.

Picking up his speed, Broly soared through the skies, his bloodthirsty grin never faltering for a second unlike the hold on his mind. It was slipping dangerously the further away he got, the more his strength came to him, but that hardly mattered anymore. He was almost there!

And then, he was at the battlefield.

The girl certainly wasn't as weak as he had thought, Broly silently admitted, watching as she threw everything she had into a final attack. Her father's, he believed it to be. There was none of the Bra he had met there. Well, her determination and anger was still there, but right at that moment in time, she seemed older than before, though younger at the same time. Her facial features seemed at least a couple of years older, whilst her body was as small as ever. The first time he saw her, Broly had believed Bra to be a fragile porcelain doll.

And when Majin Buu suddenly appeared by her side with a disgusting laugh, smacking her to the ground, that thought only increased.

Just like the chanting in his mind.

No, the girl wasn't dead. She'd get up and defend herself. Broly's eyes narrowed, his hands twitching as he realised Bra wasn't going to get up in time to defend herself and that thought was proven correct when Buu slammed his foot into her chest. The girl didn't even have the time to scream before Broly was shooting forward and smashing his fist into Buu's face.

The destruction was everything he had ever craved. The ground tore and shook around them, Majin Buu created craters every time he touched the ground! There was a scream of pain somewhere amongst the destruction, but he barely even heard it. All Broly kept seeing was the young girl behind him suffering, all he could see were her wide blue eyes widening further and features scrunched up with pain.

Not acceptable. It was rare for him to become protective of somebody – downright unthinkable. Broly hadn't even been protective of his own father after the age of eight. After he turned eight, he came to despise his father and pretty much the entire universe. All he had wanted to do was destroy everything. Why was she so different? Sometimes, there was no use in asking such pointless questions. You never got the answer you wanted.

"T–Trunks?"

So she believed him to be her brother? Wasn't he supposed to be dead? "No."

There was a moment of silence and Broly could feel her shocked stare on his back. "Broly?"

He stayed silent, waiting somewhat patiently for Majin Buu to get up. The energy continued to flood his veins and whenever large amounts of it struck him, Broly felt his body growing to make more room for that power. How the girl behind him could mistake him for Trunks was ridiculous! He'd never seen the boy before but surely they were not so easily mixed up? Surely they did not look that alike? Then again, Bra was most likely unable to see properly, her pain being too great.

"Why…" she tried to breathe through the pain. "Why are you… H–How?"

Broly's eyes snapped in a different direction, narrowing on the red–pink skinned man who was watching them with a suspicious look, his eyes narrowed. In response his own eyes narrowed. "Heal her."

It was an order and even though he didn't want to take orders from a beast such as that particular Saiyan, Kibito knew not to ignore it. How did Broly know he could heal? Just before he had ordered him to heal Bra, he had noticed Kibito healing Goten before quickly looking away and back to Majin Buu.

"Bra, once you are healed, you are to kill Babidi."

"How d–do you know…?"

"Your mother is controlling my mind." Broly stated as he lowered himself into a crouch, watching with narrowed eyes as Majin Buu finally got up. Whilst he did, Kibito appeared beside Bra and healed her before helping her stand and moving back over to Goten.

Broly refused to think about the other Saiyan laying not too far away from Goten, just in case the little bit of control slipped completely. That idiot may have been trying to make friends with him over the years, but it didn't mean it would stop the insane yelling in his mind.

Tilting his head to the side, Majin Buu watched Broly for a moment, like he was trying to figure him out and red eyes narrowed further as though confused.

He smacked the confusion right out of him. Literally.

Majin Buu didn't even have the time to blink before Broly was suddenly there once more, bringing his hands down as a double axe and slamming them into Buu's chest, crashing him into the ground.

"How about you pick on somebody your own size?"

And then his foot was slamming into Buu's chest, very much like how Buu had done to Bra.

It was the start of yet another long battle filled with bone shattering blows and such powerful ki blasts that the entire planet felt as though it was shaking.


When Bulma arrived, it was safe to say she had seen better days.

Her head was throbbing, her upper lip, actual lips and chin covered in blood and her body was trembling in response to the intense throbbing in her head. This was why Vegeta had never allowed her to practice on Broly. It exhausted her mind ability and always caused her great pain. That wasn't even mentioning how dangerous is was.

Collapsing beside her daughter, she brushed the hair out of Bra's sweaty, dirty face, thanking anyone who was listening for keeping her safe, mentally thanking Broly for protecting her. At that moment in time he seemed too preoccupied with causing Majin Buu pain, however. Actually, Bulma knew that was all he was focusing on, because she had had a difficult time keeping control of him before whatever control she had, suddenly snapped.

"I'm okay." Bra told her softly, keeping a tight hold of Goten's hand and returning her mother's sudden embrace with one arm. "Kibito healed me."

Bulma nodded and lowered her head respectfully to said man, thanking him repeatedly for helping her.

Pan knelt down between her uncle and grandpa, taking one of their hands in both of hers. "Will they be okay?"

"They will be fine." Kibito nodded. "They must rest now, however. I have healed them of their wounds and returned their energy, but I cannot heal mental and emotional exhaustion. Kakarot's especially." his eyes narrowed a fraction, glancing to Bulma. "You must rest now, too, Bulma." just as she shook her head, Kibito placed his palm on her forehead and closed his eyes, immediately making a noise of something mixed between annoyance, disbelief and worry. "If you continue pushing yourself, you will die. The human brain is not supposed to be under such strain. You should know that better than anyone."

The arm wrapped around her tightened considerably. "I can't lose you too, mom." Bra whispered, shaking softly. "Please rest. Please."

It pained her hearing the beg in her daughter's voice, feeling her trembling softly in her arms. Unable to stop herself she quickly nodded and pressed a kiss to Bra's forehead, tightening her hold and whispering comforting words into her ear, telling her repeatedly that she wasn't leaving her.

She was confident that Broly would win. He had to. He was their last resort. If Broly did not win, then that meant they all lost. The entire universe. Nobody else was strong enough or had a great enough supply of energy to stop him.

"What do we do now?" Pan asked, her eyes shining with pain, sadness and worry.

"We wait." Bra told her seriously, her eyebrows furrowing. "We trust Broly and the second Babidi reveals himself, we kill him."

Pan swallowed hard before releasing the hands she was holding and shifting in her position, crossing her legs Indian style. There was a look of determination on her features, one that reminded them of the family she came from. She looked like Videl, like Gohan. She looked like Kakarot and Goten and Chi–Chi.

"If I meditate, I can focus all of my tracking abilities." she murmured to Bra, giving her a certain look.

Their previous missions. Bra nodded once. "I'll watch your back."

Whilst in meditation – no, whilst Pan was in her tracker meditation, she became extremely vulnerable to the outside world. It was like her mind would leave her body and through her spirit, she would zoom through every crack and every hidden spot that her body could not. That wasn't even including the speed she could travel at whilst in the meditation. On previous missions, it was up to the rest of the team to watch Pan's back when she was using this technique. Mostly Retasu's or Goten's, but sometimes her and Trunks's, too, depending on who was paired up with who. It all depended on whose abilities would be best to use with whose.

It was a few minutes before Pan's eyebrows began to knit together, before she was scowling and growling to herself quietly. In the background, Broly and Buu were drifting further and further away from them, completely forgetting about them all as they both lost themselves in the battle and the blood lust, on who could land the deadliest blow. So far, it didn't seem like Broly was taking too much damage and was instead growing in size, more or less towering over Majin Buu now, who was already an impressive height.

Bra kept her eyes focused on Pan's angry features, watching how her eyeballs rolled beneath her closed lids. There was a faint twitch in one of her eyebrows, a clear indication that she was focusing hard on Babidi.

Not even ten minutes later, the dark haired Saiyan snapped back to herself, eyes snapping open as she quickly grabbed Bra's hand.

"We have to go to him now, before I lose his scent."

Bra's eyes widened. If Pan was tracking his scent instead of his ki, that meant that this could get deadly. It basically meant that she was mixing her Saiyan heritage with her human abilities, because he was that difficult to track. It shouldn't have surprised Bra because the moment her eyes met with Pan's, she saw the animalistic look in them. The same look many Saiyans had just before they transformed into their Oozaru forms.

"Wait, I'll–" Bulma cut herself off with a hiss of pain, clutching the side of her head.

The desperation on her mother's features stung Bra, but she forced herself to be calm. She forced herself to act the way her father would. He would want her to do that, to keep Bulma safe no matter what it took. "You'll only get in the way." she told her coldly, narrowing her eyes when Bulma's snapped up to hers. "Look at you! You're barely clinging on as it is. Kibito, make sure she doesn't follow us. Knock her out if you have to."

"Bra–"

"Don't argue with me about this." Bra snapped angrily, aware of the fact Pan was growing increasingly impatient. She was, too. "Kibito, take them all back to Supreme Kai. That way, she'll stay out of my way."

He could clearly read what she was saying, that she wanted him to keep them safe, so without another word, despite Bulma screaming at him, he and the others disappeared.

"Let's go, Bra." Pan growled, powering up to her maximum and tugging on Bra's hand, yanking her into the sky with her as she blasted off.

Bra would have used her own ki, but she was already exhausted and had to save the rest of her energy for Babidi. There was no telling how powerful he was and there was no telling just what he was capable of. The fact that he was a wizard already made her uneasy, made her wonder what sort of spells he would cast on them to keep himself safe.

The speed they were travelling at winded Pan and Bra could see clearly that she was growing frustrated with herself, that this was the maximum speed she could force herself to go. There was nothing she could do. To give up some of her energy to make themselves go faster would be too risky. Kibito may have healed her, but he had only been able to give her half of her maximum energy back, as he himself was exhausted with all the healing and instant transmissions he had been doing all day. It took a lot to transport so many warriors to the Sacred World of the Kais and he'd done the journey back and forth all day without complaint!

It felt like forever had gone by when Pan suddenly stopped in mid–air, glaring down at the space beneath them. Strange looking place, if you asked Bra. And they were both surprised that nobody had come across it, though if they had, they probably would have died, considering all of the warriors Babidi had up his sleeve, under his control.

It appeared as some sort of spacecraft, like four ovals all stuck together. Disgusting and un–stylish, though it probably did what it had to do rather well. And how did they know that it was definitely Babidi's? The idiot had a large 'M' right above the door.

"He's in there." Pan told her, her eyes narrowing. "The bottom floor of the ship."

"How many floors are there altogether?"

"I'd say six at most, if you include the entrance and the very bottom of the ship – that's where Babidi is." she answered. "Nobody else is on the ship. It's just him."

That was strange. "He's unguarded?"

Pan tilted her head to the side, focusing entirely on the ship before eventually nodding. "He sent all of his warriors out to us this morning."

"In other words," Bra practically seethed, "he underestimated us and didn't expect us to survive this long, to reach this point."

"Exactly."

"Well," the blue haired Saiyan growled, powering up to her Super Saiyan form as she gathered energy into her hand, "I think it's time Babidi came out of hiding, don't you?"

Hearing the silent warning in her friend's voice, Pan moved backwards, making sure to stay behind Bra and out of the way. Like earlier, the older Saiyan's ki dropped to a much darker colour, but Pan refused to focus on that, especially now that she finally had Babidi's location locked into her mind.

Turning her body to the side, Bra narrowed her eyes and lifted a single hand, aiming it straight for the entrance of the ship. Another one of her father's techniques, although this one had been a hell of a lot easier to pick up, to learn. The ki that was gathering burned brightly, making her now–gloveless palm tingle. Bra ignored the sensation as she finally gathered more than enough ki.

"He's panicking." Pan smirked to her. "He can see us, see you, and he's panicking."

"That's not surprising." she smirked in return before all amusement left her features, anger taking over as Bra finally released the attack with a loud yell of, "Big Bang Attack!"

It was chaotic. All of it was chaotic.

The planet shook as the attack connected with the opening of the ship, as it forced its way through the doors and down the hatchet. From then on they could only sense the destruction it caused, could only watch as the tunnel was lit up in a bright white–blue colour. That was just for a few moments, however, because not long after, everything was changing into a harsh orange–red glow. Explosion after explosion sounded, telling them of the damage the ship had taken.

The fool tried taking off, tried blasting off in his ship.

"Idiot." Bra spat, watching as the ship made the ground crumble as it started, as it ascended into the sky.

"Coward."

It was gigantic, enormous, but it was also suffering severe damage. It wouldn't go far.

Just in case, since Babidi was a wizard and most likely had ways of keeping it going until he was in safe territory, Bra and Pan exchanged glances before shifting in their positions with a single nod.

"Ka…" Pan started as she cupped her hands together.

Bra narrowed her eyes, summoning the last of her energy for yet another attack.

"me…"

Purple energy surrounded her once more, the crackle and sizzling of electricity almost deafening.

"ha… me…"

One last burst of energy flooded their veins, mixing with their adrenaline as everything around them seemed to explode, as their attacks shot out of them. Their timing couldn't have been more perfect as the attacks aligned with one another, though they were careful with keeping a safe distance between them, just in case they reacted badly to one another. There was no doubt that they would.

"ha!"

"Galick Gun!"

You didn't even need to look to know when the attacks connected. Just hearing them was enough.

Their eardrums burst with the final explosion, so much so that Bra felt blood filling her left ear. It was a disgusting feeling and the piercing sound that accompanied it almost had her clutching her head and collapsing, but she stood strong. She forced herself to. It was what her father would expect of her and she couldn't disappoint him.

The ship collapsed around them, piece after piece breaking away until all that was left of the ship, were parts. Scrap metal. Completely and utterly rendered useless.

Bra and Pan slowly descended to the ground, ignoring the pain they were feeling.

"Can you sense him, Pan?"

She was silent for a moment, tracking both his ki and his scent before she nodded once and walked over to a pitiful looking mole–man. They watched for a moment as he tried to get up, as he tried to get away, but he was pinned down by a piece of machinery. There was no escape for him.

"Pitiful." Bra murmured, gaining them his attention. His eyes were wide with fear and his body shaking terribly.

"You can't kill me!"

Her eyes narrowed. "After all you've done, you think I won't kill you? Why should I spare you?" still, her voice was no louder than a murmur, sending shiver after shiver up Babidi's spine. "You rely on Majin Buu's strength way too much, Babidi. Without him, you're no match for me. You're no match for anyone."

"If you kill me, Majin Buu will be uncontrollable!" he spat.

Emotionless mask in place, Bra raised her hand and began gathering the very last of her energy. "He's uncontrollable anyway." she told him coldly and fired the blast that killed him instantly.

It wasn't the death he deserved. He deserved to be mutilated, to be torn limb from limb until he was an unrecognisable lump. So why had Bra given him a quick death? Why had she not tortured him?

She refused to be like him.

She refused to be a monster.


"Feeling tired, yet?" Broly taunted with a sadistic grin.

They were both breathless, both covered in bruises and cuts and other signs of battle. Around them was yet another part of the Earth that had been destroyed by yet another battle.

"You," he panted hard in return, cracking his neck, "wish."

Broly narrowed his eyes, displeased with the pink anomaly before him. Several times, Buu had healed himself. He was definitely a worthy adversary – wait, worthy? Oh, Broly really did crack himself up sometimes! There was nothing worthy about this bastard.

Around ten minutes ago, something had changed in Majin Buu, in how he spoke and acted. It was like all restraints around him dropped and since then, he had been receiving no more magical power ups, which meant, unless he wanted to waste his energy, that he could not regenerate whenever he got hit. Broly was guessing that Bra and the other kid had gotten a hold of Babidi.

"Enough playing around!" Broly suddenly snapped, the insane chattering returning once more and in response, his ki exploded around him, growing. "This ends now."

"I agree." Buu growled. "It's about time I killed you!"

Broly shot forward and grabbed the back of Majin Buu's head, smashing his face into his knee repeatedly.

"Many have tried and failed." he smirked nastily, releasing Majin Buu. A second later and he was slamming the pink alien backwards over his knee, relishing in the loud, sickening crack he heard. "You will be one of many who have died by my hands."


They both staggered forward, not even having the energy to fly. Every so often they would stop for a while to regain their breath, to try and overcome the painful throbbing in their heads. Their bodies ached, to the point where breathing seemed like one of the hardest things they had ever done before.

Luckily, they weren't too far from the battlefield, even if it felt like it was on the other side of the planet.

Bra clutched her side, not daring to take too deep a breath just in case the agony increased. It felt like her insides were on fire! Was it a side effect of becoming a Super Saiyan? It would make sense, considering their bodies would be filled with a new, raw power. They had to grow accustomed to that power, had to control it. Many times during that battle with Majin Buu, Bra had almost slipped up. Several times she had almost destroyed the entire planet with a way too powerful attack. It was the same with the first blast directed at Babidi's ship. All she had meant to do was flush him out. Since his ship was underground, it could have been catastrophic to the Earth.

"They're…" Pan panted, squinting into the distance, "entering the climax of the battle. We should… We should probably wait here for it to end. If we go now… we'll get in the way and die."

There was no doubt in her voice, so Bra nodded, dropping to the ground ungracefully. Her feet screamed in relief now that she was finally off of them. Falling backwards onto the hard, dried mud, Bra stared up at the darkening sky. Night was approaching and had been for some time now, casting shadows around them. It only vaguely occurred to her that no animals were near them, but that was most likely because of the vicious battles that had been raging. No, it wasn't most likely. It was because of that. Animals would have followed their instincts and fled the moment they sensed danger.

"Bra, after this… what…" she frowned, laying down beside her friend and staring up at the sky, "What do we do now? Where do we go from here?"

Honestly? Bra had no idea. She didn't know what was going to happen to them, to Vegeta–sei, to the entire empire. Without their king and prince, everything was going to fall around them. It meant that she was now the heir to the throne. Bra didn't want that. Of course, if it really came to it, she'd take the challenge of running an entire empire head on. However, she'd only be doing it for her father and Trunks – both who wouldn't want to see all of their hard work fall to shit.

What would her father do? Bra closed her eyes and tried to picture him next to her, tried to hear what he would so wisely tell her. Nothing came to mind. And when nothing came to mind, Bra felt her chest aching viciously, felt tears threatening to fill her eyes. She pushed them away.

If not her father, then what would Trunks do? He thought almost exactly like Bulma would, although there were definitely parts of Vegeta in there. Bra sighed, finally opening her eyes. They would all return to Vegeta–sei to inform the Saiyans that their king had fallen. They would mourn for a day or so, then celebrate his life and the fact he had gone down fighting. They would honour him. But… Bra didn't want any of that.

She just wanted her big brother and daddy back.

"Come on." Bra stated gruffly, pulling herself to her feet. "Even if we just get in the way, we need to keep moving. Laying here like sitting ducks will only attract danger." or vultures, but Bra refused to allow that thought to continue, especially considering all of the dead bodies on one of the many battlefields. Her brother's being one of them.

"Are you sure?" Pan grunted in pain as she stood up, stumbling after Bra. "We're–"

"Completely useless, I know, but still."


The battlefield was utterly destroyed when they arrived. Not a single inch of the ground had been spared from either blood, powerful blows or ki blasts.

"Up there." Pan murmured, pointing up towards two dots in the sky. "It's about to end."

"Do you know who's won?"

"You already know who's won."

Of course she did. The moment he entered the battle, Majin Buu hadn't stood a chance and when she had killed Babidi, all hope of Majin Buu's survival had been washed away.

"I'm so tired." the dark haired teen stated with a sigh.

Now wasn't the time to be admitting such things, or to fall into those feelings, but even Bra was exhausted and couldn't pretend that she wasn't. Her entire body was heavy, like something was weighing her down and her mind felt twice as bad. All those deaths… It was painful just thinking about it. Those deaths could have been prevented, those people could have been–

No, they couldn't have.

And it was agonising to admit such a thing.

"This is it." Pan suddenly told her, grabbing onto Bra's arm. "Prepare yourself!"

All they got was the aftershock, but it was still enough to send them flying and tumbling a good quarter of a mile back the way they had just came. It was still enough to burn them, to cause their already aching bodies even more pain. They clung to each other, trying their best to keep their heads down and protected. Already ringing ears rang even louder and it became increasingly hard to hold down the contents of their stomachs.

And when it ended, when they climbed to their feet on trembling limbs, booming laughter surrounded them. Insane, terrifying booming laughter.

"Shit–" Pan started to curse, but was cut off as Bra quickly pushed her to the ground, crying out in pain when a knee connected with her stomach.

Blue eyes squeezed shut as tears filled them, as she felt blood filling her mouth. Broly was lost to the darkness. She could see it in his eyes as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and lifted her up, only for his fist to slam into her face a second later.

"Bra!" Pan screamed desperately, trying her best to stand up.

"D–Don't…"

Don't attract his attention to yourself! Bra thought with equal desperation, ignoring the tears that were streaming down her cheeks as yet another blow connected with her stomach, slamming her into the ground. Her vision blurred and it felt as though everything was in slow motion as Bra coughed up blood.

He was going to kill her.

Nothing would be able to stop him from killing her.

The sickest part about that revelation was that Bra didn't care. If she died, she'd be with her father and brother, but that meant…

That meant she'd be leaving her mother alone. She'd be leaving behind Goten.

That was not acceptable.

Suddenly, a hand was wrapping around her throat and lifting her into the air again.

Bra gasped for air pathetically, clawing at the hand that was choking her. "Are…" she tried to speak and seeing that, Broly tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing a fraction and he slowly eased up on the choking, though not enough to give her the chance to get away. "Are you… going to hurt me too, B–Broly?"

It was like something suddenly slammed into him.

"…Bra."

Confusion was obvious in his eyes as they took in her battered and bloody appearance, but what seemed to confuse him more were the tears.

"Please don't…" Bra begged, her body trembling with a sob, her voice childlike. "I don't want to be hurt again."

"You should have thought about that before facing Majin Buu."

Despite his words, Broly set her down on her feet, his intimidating height towering over her. It looked like he went to grab her shoulder when Bra stumbled for a moment, but he thought better of it and kept his hands to himself. Those hands were currently twitching and trembling, like it was taking so much effort not to continue killing and destroying.

"Thank you for saving us, Broly." Bra told him once she had her breath back. "We couldn't have done it without you."

"Spare me the bullshit." he snapped, though sent her a smirk.

She smirked in return, though frowned when Pan's question returned to her mind. "So… What now? What was my mother's deal?"

Broly seemed to be in deep thought. "…I go back to my cell."

That didn't sound fair to her. "But you just saved–"

"Until she manages to come up with a contraption that continuously drains my ki, though not enough to kill me, then I remain there. Once your mother finds a way to control my power, I will be made into one of your guards." That had been their deal. If Broly won the battle against Majin Buu and if Bulma managed to create a device similar to the one his father once owned, then he would become Bra's official, personal guard.

Turning her head to the side, Bra raised a questioning eyebrow to Pan, who seemed to be keeping her distance from Broly.

She shook her head. "Majin Buu is gone. He's dead. The blast completely destroyed every part of him and the fact Broly blasted him into the sun…"

Bra tuned out Pan's explanation, three simple words repeating themselves in her mind.

It was over.


It seemed that having Bra around calmed Broly, if only slightly, so despite being low on energy, she and Pan flew with him back to the prison cells, back to the place that had been a home to him for almost seventeen years now. It upset her that he was going back there, especially willingly, but Bra didn't argue.

"I'm going to help her." she nodded to him determinedly. "My mother. I'm going to help her create a device that'll get you out of here."

He smirked. "You're more of a battle strategist than a scientist, even I know that and we have only spoken a few times."

Pan couldn't help but giggle from her place across the hall, still wary of being so close to a man who had almost murdered both of her parents. "He's right, Bra."

"What can I say?" she smiled tiredly. "I take after my father."

"Princess Bra!"

The shouts had her tensing, her head snapping to the side and from within his cell, Broly growled warningly. He always did that. He always did his best to scare the guards off.

"Get some medics!" one of the guards yelled, quickly making his way over to Bra. He looked so very worried. "Princess Bra, what happened? Did you defeat the monster?"

She gestured towards Broly with her head. "Ask him. He saved me." the guard looked shocked. "He saved us all." grimacing in pain for a second, Bra grabbed her side before scowling at one of the guards. "As princess, I demand that he be given a few luxuries of his choice – within reason, of course."

"Luxuries?" he questioned with wide eyes. "B–But he's a prisoner!"

"Broly has served his time." her scowl deepened. "Not to mention just saved the entire universe."

Seeing the amount of pain her best friend was in, Pan stepped in. "Are you questioning the princess?"

"Not at all!" the guard quickly stated, giving Bra a forced smile. "I will have to see what can be done, but first, please allow me to escort you to the medical wing, princess."

"That won't be necessary."

Bra's eyes widened as she slowly turned around, a sheepish smile on her lips as she saw Kibito stood before her and behind her, was her mother.

"You have a lot of apologising and grovelling to do, Bra." Bulma told her angrily. "The way you spoke to me was unacceptable. But," she sighed, her features relaxing, "I'm so glad you're all safe. Well done, kids." her eyes moved up to Broly's, giving him a smile. "Thank you for keeping your promise and protecting her, Broly. Even from yourself. Now, I'll keep up my side of the deal."


A/N - Remember in one of the previous chapters? When I said somebody attacked Videl and Gohan became a Super Saiyan because of it? Well, that someone just so happened to be Broly!

I'm not happy with the final battle, mostly because I just couldn't picture Buu and Broly fighting. Not to mention that fighting chapters often get repetitive and I didn't want it to seem that way! This way, you all have to use your imagination ;-)

Also, we all know that mole-man Babidi was nothing without Majin Buu protecting him.

Next chapter will be the last chapter where I'm wrapping everything up.

HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! :-)