Broly is back! And he's stronger then ever! But there are some changes in the Legendary Super Saiyan as he lives out a new life in a new world. How will the supernatural world deal with the strongest Sekiryuutei ever to exist?

Authors Note: This Broly isn't the maniacal planet destroyer we all know and love, but don't worry! He's still plenty brutal and won't shy away from violence and destruction. Oh, and this Broly is still a teen so he hasn't worked out his LSSJ transformation just yet.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! All characters and names and ideas belong to their respective owners! Im just having some non-profit fun.

Broly-The Legendary Red Dragon Emperor

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The world rendered obsolete by the drumming of music in the ears of a young man. Hands behind his head, eyes closed in a tight focus so that he may immerse himself in his mind. Blonde locks, wild and disheveled, lie strewn giving the illusion that he seems to be floating in water. The illusion, however, is in that he isn't floating in water but rather, he is floating in mid air.

Eyes snap open to reveal a fierce pair of teal eyes. The young man straightens and glides to the door of his bedroom and floats down. The moment his feet touch the floor the door swings forward and barely misses him.

"Oh…you're already ready."

A short black haired woman with soft onyx eyes stares up at the young man with a small smile on her face. She barely touches the young mans shoulder in terms of height and is further dwarfed by his broad shoulders. When the woman continues to stare at him silently he slowly removes his ear buds and raises one of his eyebrows.

"Sorry Broly," The woman shakes her head apologetically. "It's just that I can't get over how tall you've grown. You were so small when your father and I found you."

"Everyone grows mom. Everyone except dad. He hasn't grown since he was twelve according to grandmother's album."

Broly's mother burst out laughing at her son's statement.

"How you can deliver such punch lines in that deadpan tone and never crack a smile I'll never understand."

Broly simply shrugged. His mother did a quick one over him then sighed.

"Are you really going dressed like that?"

A small frown formed on Broly. His mother again glanced at her son's outfit. A dark grey full-sleeve t-shirt loosely hugged his athletic frame. Black jeans snuggly fit over his legs. Silver earrings hung from both ears and a pair of dog tags laid on his chest.

"Never mind. Just hurry up to your transfer-in orientation."

The young man gave a slight smile as he quickly maneuvered past his mother.

Broly ignored the stares as he walked into the school-grounds towards the main building. He was used to it after all these years. He stood out like a sore thumb in Japan. Tall, blonde and built; he wasn't exactly your average Japanese man. If only these people knew the truth. Broly smirked at the thought. People wouldn't stare; they would run screaming if they knew the truth about him. He wasn't human. He was a Saiyan; a race of ruthless warrior aliens. Former race. He reminded himself. He's one of the few left and only one in this world for that matter.

[Hey partner…?]

What's up Ddraig?

[Take a scan around real quick.]

Broly paused and did just that. To his surprise he found several non-human energy signatures in the school. There were about a dozen or so.

Any ideas?

[Devils by the smell of it. None of them seem to register as threats though.]

There's a dozen or so of 'em. Strange place for devils don't you think?

[Meh…says the guy who's not even from this world.]

Says the dragon stuck in my left arm. Hey? Wanna give them a scare?

[Not here five minutes and he's already spoiling for a fight] The dragon muttered to himself.

[Are all Saiyans from your world like this? Cuz if so then I pity the poor souls who have to live with them. I shudder at the thought of more of you wandering around.]

We Saiyans ar…were a warrior race. We lived for the thrill of battle. All known Saiyans enjoyed a good fight. Though none of them were as strong as me.

[Didn't stop those three from blasting you into the sun now did it?]

Hey! Three on one is unfair by any standards!]

Broly recalled the pure agony of having to suffer through his body being slowly disintegrated by the force of the ki wave that pierced him and the scorching heat of the sun. His body entirely atomized, his soul somehow ended up in this alternate world where it quickly bonded with the Welsh Dragon Ddraig, who was searching for his next host. He was reborn as an infant who was found and adopted by his parents. Raised as a human, he had no idea of his past life or what he did. It wasn't until four years ago during a freak accident where a gas explosion nearly killed him that his past came crashing back down.

The Saiyan of Legend was reborn. The near death experience was enough for him to trigger the transformation to super saiyan. He chuckled at the memory of his parents seeing him with blonde hair. He made up the excuse that he had dyed his hair that day. The old Broly was back, but he found that he had enjoyed the time spent as a human with his parents. He was happy. That day was also the day that Ddraig awoke from his hibernation; his closest friend. Literally.

Yes, he had changed. His old self would never even consider having a family. He would have laughed it off as a weakness and for good measure, destroy the planet where such a weakness possibly existed. Family was a foreign concept to his race. However, he knew of one saiyan who made himself a family. This thought brought him back to the reason for his current line of thinking.

"Kakarot!" Broly growled.

Anger swelled up within him and in response his power flared high. The ground shook and the sky began to darken in consequence of his wrath.

[Woah! Partner calm down! No need to go nuclear over a memory! That guy doesn't even exist here in this dimension!]

Broly let his power rage even higher for a moment or two before rescinding it back to his normal human standards. Ddraig was right, Kakarot was now completely out of reach. It was for the best he let go of his vendetta. However, somewhere in the darkest corners of his mind, the monster was still maniacally screaming the bane of his existence.

Rias POV

It wasn't even thirty seconds, but I, Rias Gremory, felt a terrifying power erupt right in the middle of my territory. I immediately reached for the power with my mind to find out if it was friend or foe but, I was forced to redraw my mind from shock. The moment I touched that power I could feel a thick malevolent veil of malice and hate.

I began readying myself for battle and began calling for my servants but the power dissipated like it was never there. The sudden withdrawal of the power in the air left me somewhat dazed. The ground around me was soon covered in crimson magic circles. My servants appeared one by one and looked at me for instructions.

"Try to find out as much as possible about the source of that power but, be careful not to start a battle."

They all nodded and left to investigate. I couldn't help but worry about my servants. That power was overwhelming and not friendly felling in the least. Yet, I swear, underneath all that black hate, I could feel nothing but crushing torment. I gazed out of a window, concerned for my servants and, surprisingly, I found myself concerned for the owner of that power.

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