Fear was in the air being patrolled the infamous conqueror's warships. In the square of Rak's one and only town, the dregs of the dysfunctional society stood face-to-face with Frieza's heavily armed band of soldiers, led by the slender warlord himself. The only one who dared face him directly was Broly, with Cheelai and Leemo directly behind him. The rest merely trembled where they stood, waiting for someone or something to break the unnerving silence. That someone proved to be none other than Frieza's prime target.

"How did you find us?" Broly asked. "Leemo took great care to mask our location."

"My army has many other ways to keep tabs on certain people." Frieza replied. "While you were on your little excursion, we were able to send out warrants for you all over the galaxy. And considering how distinct Saiyans like you are, it was only a matter of time until someone answered the call."

Just then, Cheelai felt someone sharply shove her to the side. Upon regaining balance, she saw Saffron running headfirst into the line of soldiers: Strangely enough, none of them pulled their guns against him. As he stood right beside Berriblu and turned back to the crowd of civilians with a smug grin, however, the answer became clear.

"Saffron!" Cheelai shouted more angry than ever. "How could you do this?"

"Sorry girl, but when your main client's been missing for months and the debts are piling up, you gotta do something about it! Trust me, you won't be thinking of him for much longer once you get a taste of my newfound 60,000,000 zeni fortune! Speaking of which..."

"Don't worry about it, Saffron." Frieza said turned towards him. "The money has already been forwarded to your bank account."

While Saffron began to do a joyous little dance, the giver of his reward faced back towards Broly, walking a little closer as he spoke.

"So you're trying to run off to Universe 6? Interesting. Planning to meet their Saiyans, I assume? I've met them in the past; truly fascinating creatures, they are. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind tagging along with you. It has been quite a while since I destroyed Planet Vegeta, and I am feeling a bit nostalgic..."

"Wait... ...What did you say about Vegeta?" Broly asked.

"Oops! Slip of the tongue. Yes, they were a bit too much of a threat for me back then, so I had to dispose of them. Didn't really help much in hindsight since the most bothersome of you apes survived anyway, but ah well, the less thorns in my side, the better."

To the crowd's surprise, Broly didn't seem too angered by this. He merely let out a resounding "hmph" before he spoke again.

"If that was a deliberate attempt to anger me, you failed. I barely knew the other Saiyans, and the only things I've heard about them were negatives ones from my father. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let you hurt the ones from Universe 6, nor am I going to follow you around as your pet."

"I don't think you understand, Broly. One way or another, you're staying in this Universe. I'll even let you go back to Vampa: Just don't move around so much, ok?"

"The answer is no, Frieza."

"...Very well. I suppose I'll have to resort to less considerate measures. Hopefully we have a big enough cage for you back on one of my ships."

Frieza entered his standard battle pose, leaning forward slightly with both of his arms outstretched. Broly did not enter a battle-ready stance, continuing to stand upright and stare blankly at his opponent.

"Wait, wait!" Saffron yelled as he walked right in front of Frieza. "Where's the other part of my reward?! You said you would give me a favor within your power!"

The tyrant stood upright again, giving an audible sigh. "Yes yes, what do you want?" he groaned.

"Lord Frieza, I demand that you take me to the most marvelous, far away world in this universe, with Cheelai as my bride!"

The woman became even more furious; she surely would've ran up and strangled him were it not for Frieza and his men being right next to him. The dictator himself only gave a slight grin.

"Your wish is my command."

Saffron began to jump and cheer even more wildly than before. "You hear that, losers?!" he bragged to the crowd, "I'm leavin' this dump for good! You all called me a spineless scammer, but look who won in the end! I'm even gonna take Cheelai with me and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"

Following this boast, the lanky green man tried to run towards Cheelai. However, to his surprise, he felt something pull him back by the neck, choking him. He tried again with the same result. His pride no longer blinding him entirely, he noticed that Frieza's thick, white tail was wrapped around his neck. Before he could even ask what he was doing, his head was twisted to the side with an accompanying crack. When he was released, he crashed on the ground lifelessly.

Broly was shocked by the act of cruelty. "How could you do that?! He helped you!"

"What's the problem?" Frieza sarcastically replied. "His wish was to be carried to a mystical, far way world, and I did exactly that: Hell fits both of those criteria, no? Now there's just the matter of the traitor..."

Frieza quickly fired a Death Beam directly at Cheelai, but Broly smacked it aside with his arm in the nick of time. Now he was tired of playing games: His eyes were flashing slightly gold and he was ready to give the tyrant what for. This growing tenacity was reflected in his heavier breathing and light, animalistic growling. It ended up coming as a surprise when he ignited his white aura but ended up flying straight past Frieza instead, heading towards the border of the town. Frieza chuckled before his deep purple Ki aura enveloped him as he rocketed after Broly.

"Why is he running away from Frieza?" a three-eyed alien in the back of the group of thugs, thieves and peasants asked.

"He's not running from him: he's luring him away." Cheelai said. "Broly may not look like it, but he's a good guy. He wouldn't want anyone here to get hurt in the crossfire."

She then looked back at the rest of Frieza's army, now led by Kikono. "Besides, we got other things to worry about."

Frieza and Broly flew farther and farther away from the town square. Their raging, clashing auras were clearly visible by the citizens of the outskirts below and the soldiers raiding their homes. After swerving a few more times to dodge the firing weapons of Frieza's ships, the two combatants faded into the circle of mountains. They continued to fly and smash into each other, now taking care to avoid the pillars of stone. Neither could seem to get a definitive upper hand, but Broly eventually saw an opportunity. Yet another mountain came up in front of him, but instead of dodging it, Broly cleaved through it with a full-force charge, catching Frieza off-guard from behind at the other side. The evil emperor nearly fell to the ground from the sneaky charge, but he flared up his purple aura yet again and blasted off into the distance. Broly continued to chase after him until he came out of the mountain range, now in a plain rocky area with blue grass and some hills. He glided a little more, only to come to a complete halt in mid-air upon realizing Frieza was nowhere to be found.

Before he could turn to look behind himself, however, he felt a numb sensation go through his entire body. He then noticed his vision had become totally yellow, and that he couldn't move at all. Through the translucent yellow field, he could see that Frieza had trapped him in a golden ball of Ki. The emperor grinned before shooting the ball containing the confused Broly straight into a sloped pillar of rock. By the time he was released, the Saiyan was embedded deep into the stone to where his only glimpse at the outside world was through a small crack where a faint light shone into the newly-formed crevice. He prepared to fly back up when he heard a faint buzzing sound.

Broly just barely shifted his body to the side in time to dodge a curved Death Beam, cutting off the right shoulder guard of his armor. Another Death Beam sliced through the rock, this time just below Broly's legs. The Saiyan began to rise up through the stone while the two lasers curved back to home in on him. When he came out the other side of the pillar, he fired two neon green ki blasts, destroying the beams and leaving smoke in his face. This gave Frieza the perfect opportunity to strike, divekicking the back of Broly's head and launching him into the dirt. Frieza then tried to charge at him for another attack, but his opponent, remembering how he had been put into a similar situation against Paragus a few days earlier, quickly got up and repelled the tyrant with a shockwave of green energy. Frieza bounced back a few times before he paused to comment.

"It's just as I remember! The power gap between you and I is rapidly closing! But alas, you aren't quite at the level you were when you fought me on Earth."

Frieza lifted his arm above his head. A tall rock formation behind him was unrooted from the ground and began to slowly point towards Broly.

"No matter, I can fix that with ease! Come, show me the raging might of the Great Ape, or else the death of you and your cohorts is inevitable!"

With a forwards flick of his extended arm, the long, thick rock slowly began to crash towards Broly. He lifted his arms in front of him to block it, but before it made contact, it suddenly split into multiple smaller stones. The newly-created, sharpened projectiles were coated in purple Ki before they hurled themselves towards their target. Broly had to lumber and twist his body in all sorts of directions to dodge the barrage. Entire clusters of stones would occasionally barrel themselves at the Saiyan, and he would have to blast away these bigger attacks while still dodging the smaller shards. By the time the barrage had nearly concluded, Broly's armor was covered in scrapes, and he had cuts on his exposed face, arms and through his pants. He wanted so badly to take a moment to pant, but Frieza touched back down in front of him and elbowed him directly in the throat before he could react.

Broly stumbled backwards, gagging horribly while coughing up saliva and specs of blood on the grass ground now littered with rocks. Frieza charged at him in his exposed state once more. This time, he placed his outstretched palm directly in front of his opponent's face, firing a blast at point-blank range amidst the Saiyan's frightful wailing. By the time the smoke cleared, Broly was more tired and in pain than ever before; he shuddered in place, his arms hanging over.

"Oh well," Frieza said with a hint of disappointment, "I was hoping this would be a little more entertaining. I suppose we'll just put you on the ship and figure out a reliable way to draw your power out later."

He lifted up his tail, preparing to flog Broly with it. As he smacked it down however, the blow was stopped by Broly's hand. The Saiyan held onto the tail as he spun it around and threw Frieza backwards. The emperor was able to stop himself, his feet dragging across the ground and slowing him down. As he did this, he saw Broly lift himself up once more, this time immersed in a green aura and with golden irises.

"Much better! Let the 2nd round begin!" the tyrant said before his foe let out a blood-curdling, ape-like roar.

Cheelai could barely see what was going on around her. She was caught in the middle of the grueling conflict between the citizens of Rak and the Frieza Force. All around her, hooded aliens were dropping like flies as they charged straight against the pelt of blast fire from their enemy. Seeing as they had little combat training, the small army adopted a strategy of sheer guerilla warfare. To the highly trained soldiers' surprise, it was working. Kikono continued to stand back and smile, but beads of sweat were now mounting on his forehead; he knew that, should this wave of low-lives continue, their little battalion would ultimately get swallowed up; some soldiers were already being felled by distant blaster shots or sudden knife attacks. Not even the aerial bombardments had been able to break the legion of dregs' spirits; bombardments which were no longer possible due to running out of ammo.

"Kikono, look!" the elderly voice of Berriblu called as she pointed. Her yellow comrade looked up. At first, he couldn't see anything, but after squinting a bit he could see a green and purple aura clashing over the horizon.

"It seems Broly has unleashed his enraged state, hasn't he?"

"Indeed it does."

Just behind them, Cheelai and Leemo had caught sight of the clash as well. They could not dwell on it for too long, but they wished for victory before they resumed firing back at the soldiers and assisting their scoundrel allies.

"Be careful, Broly…" Cheelai and Leemo whispered in unison.

"Lord Frieza…" Kikono involuntarily uttered.

The two combatants crashed back to the ground before they charged at each other. Frieza tried to get in a lash of his tail, but Broly merely ignored the pitiful blow and launched a counter-attack. The alien emperor bent backward at a nearly 90 degree angle as he dodged Broly's storm of furious punches. In this pose, the Saiyan was able to land a kick to his back before he could get up, sending him flying into the air. He too launched up to follow up this assault, but before he could, Frieza teleported behind and backhanded him. The force of the blow completely caught Broly off-guard; none of his attacks had possessed this much power behind them up until now. And when he turned back to face his foe, he could see that the arm Frieza had used to smack him with was coated in a bright orange aura.

"No, not yet." he said as the aura faded away. He teleported once more, this time placing himself on top of one the small hills that had yet to be ravaged by their battle. He once again held his left arm above him, this time extending his index finger. From out of the finger came a black-and-red energy ball, crackling with electricity. The ball grew in size, eventually becoming bigger than its user's head. With a little more charging, Frieza tossed his Death Ball directly at Broly, who was still on the ground. The giant took the blast head on, at first appearing to succumb to it. However, he quickly wrapped his hands around the deadly sphere and held it tightly to his chest in a sort of hug. He then tossed the orb right back at Frieza with a firm sling of his left arm. The Arcosian dodged it, but didn't have time to react when Broly flew up at him and crashed his head directly into Frieza's stomach. A little trail of the alien's drool fell behind them as Broly rammed Frieza into another hill, severing the top of it. He came out towards its base and, with the evil emperor still stuck on his head, continued to bash into several more rock formations. Frieza finally slipped off, but before he could hit the ground, Broly grabbed him by his leg, dragged him in a 180 degree arc across the ground and tossed him up into the air. While he remained stunned in the sky, Broly fired a concentrated green ki shell out of his mouth towards his prey, which let off a giant green explosion that sent shockwaves and dust flying across the ground as it made contact.

Broly stared at the clump of smoke with his furious golden eyes and grunted at it. He then let out another primal roar while beating his chest as if he were the Great Ape his ancestors had marauded civilizations with, his stuck-up black hair being the only thing barely moving. The Saiyan had little time to celebrate his victory, for he was momentarily knocked off-balance by a sudden shockwave. Broly looked back up at where Frieza had been struck to see the smoke had been wiped away, revealing the menace slowly dropping back down the ground, his white and purple body covered in a golden aura. He didn't even speak; he appeared too angered to let the words out. He stretched his arms and let his body momentarily bulge and expand from his head down. When his skin creaked back into place, it was covered in a golden sheet. Eventually, the aura faded, and Frieza's entire body was covered in the gold plate. Aside from the exponential power increase, Broly felt a sense of deja vu. His desire to pulverize Frieza also grew slightly.

Broly rapidly stomped towards Golden Frieza with a loud battle cry. He jumped up slightly and swung a punch, which the Arcosian effortlessly dodged. Instead of turning around, Broly swung the same fist behind him for a backhand strike, but before it could make contact, Frieza wrapped his golden tail around it, using his own arm to knife-hand Broly in the back of his neck. While he was knocked off-balance, Frieza flew up high and fired a hail of tiny Ki spheres into the general area where Broly stood. At first, the little projectiles appeared to do no damage, but the ground where they struck began to shake, and before long Broly began wailing as the sections of earth where the balls had it erupted in geysers of magma and engulfed him.

Broly felt incredible discomfort, and his vision was consumed by the red haze of the magma. He tried to lumber his way out, but as he began to walk, something tripped him; more specifically, Frieza's tail. Before he could get another strike in, however, Broly was able to deliver a surprise elbow attack in the alien's gut. He was then able to turn towards his foe and, weathering the pain of the magma, bashed in Frieza's head multiple times until he was knocked down to the ground. By the time the blaze settled, leaving behind only small embers slowly withering away the aquamarine grass, Frieza was flat on the ground. This caused Broly to hesitate for a moment, wondering if he had actually killed the tyrant. This window was all the villain needed, for he was able to trap Broly again in yet another yellow Ki ball. This time he threw the ball diagonally upward and, before it could hit a rock, kicked it back even higher into the air, where it exploded after a few seconds. As Broly began to drop down, Frieza teleported above him, wrapped his tail around his neck one more time and wildly flipped around, holding onto the Saiyan while rocketing to the ground, ultimately smashing Broly's head into the pavement and causing him to cough up more blood and wail even more.

Broly rolled over on his back, struggling to maintain his enraged state. While he succeeded in doing so by a slim margin, he could not recuperate before Frieza clamped his foot over his mouth, pinning him to the ground at the foot of one of the hills. He started wildly firing Ki Blasts and delivered even more muffled screams, but this outburst did little to upset Frieza's firm hold, who outright ignored him as he began to speak again.

"You know Broly, I'm truly thankful we have had this opportunity to battle again, for it has given me some needed insight. When I watched you on Earth, I assumed that your Super Saiyan transformation marked the point you no longer had control over yourself. Now I know that no matter what state you're in, you're always an irritable, angry child. I suppose it is to be expected considering your upbringing, but nonetheless I am a ruler, and I simply don't have the time of day to babysit you whenever you go on one of your tantrums. Besides, I have enough monkeys to deal with, and I can't risk you running off to tame your power and come back to bite me later."

"Oh, who am I kidding, you're probably too far gone to comprehend what I'm telling you! Such a shame, too: you could've helped my army expand across the multiverse. But I suppose that I must cast aside those selfish dreams and bid you farewell."

With his final words spoken, Frieza began to charge a decisive killing blast with the very same foot he was holding Broly down with.

The flow of time around him had slowed to a miniscule fraction of its normal speed. Broly was caught in a stew of unpleasant emotions; fear of being killed, confusion and anger at how he had gotten to this point, all mixed in with the burning sensation that was consuming his mouth. At the same time, he lacked the state of mind to think one more somewhat pleasant thought to close his tumultuous life. One image did pop into his mind, however: the detailed image of the corpse of Saffron. At first, Broly could not understand why this image was in his mind: Was it a reminder of what was about to happen to him? But no, there was something else: The hole in his head. In his short time out and about the universe, he had never seen any other sort of blast aside from a blaster shot produce a wound so small with such a chilling lack of any blood. None of his standard Ki blasts could leave a mark so precise, yet so deadly.

The only person who he had seen produce a blast of that sort was Frieza. And the only other person he had seen die to a wound like that was…

Cheelai and Leemo's guerilla force was at the cusp of victory. Kikono's little army had been reduced to its very last line of defense: the remaining soldiers were exhausted, now shooting wildly. They had been doing so for a while, creating a vicious circle where they became more weary and overwhelmed.

The entire battlefield was shook by a sudden tremor. The ground began to crack and shift slightly, while any fires on any of the buildings were put out by the sheer amount of motion. A frightening roar was heard all the way from beyond the mountains before the arena and its combatants were basked in a green light. All of them stopped to gawk at the source. Cheelai herself audibly gasped upon seeing the massive green pillar of energy that emerged from the outskirts of Rak and high into its atmosphere.

Frieza had been knocked back by the immense burst of energy. He took a moment to reel from it. In spite of fully remembering what had happened last time, he showed little fear towards the emerging silhouette or the wild ki blasts emerging from the pillar of light, cutting off the tops of mountains and leaving vast craters in the vast battlefield around them. His contingency plan for this scenario was simple: Thanks to some recent endurance training he had partaken in, he hoped to endure the Saiyan's rage for as long as he could until he was sufficiently drained of his energy, at which point Frieza would finish him off for good. The tyrant braced himself as Broly began to walk out of the steadily fading neon green beam he had been encased in, revealing the hollow, white eyes and golden hair of his Super Saiyan transformation. Every footstep he took towards Frieza left sharp cracks in the earth they crashed down upon. His lumbering walk turned into a mad sprint, and then a rapid flight towards the one who had wronged him.

The evil emperor's endurance training couldn't have possibly prepared him for the punch he received straight in his cheek. The brutal blow immediately filled him with an unbearable pain that outmatched anything Broly had mustered against him in their first encounter. Before he could even cringe or scream from the attack, Broly punched him again with his free arm, this time straight in his stomach. This time, Frieza could not hold in a pained scream, involuntarily coughing up saliva that nearly landed on Broly's face, only to evaporate upon touching his emerald aura. This served as another pint of fuel to the fire of the Saiyan's rage, for he grabbed Frieza by his tail and began dragging him across the ground, jogging as he did so. Frieza's lustrous golden body was tainted by newfound scrapes and dirt from his punishment as helplessly trailed behind his foe, with his attempts at being released from the iron grip being futile. Meanwhile, Broly launched more green Ki balls, but instead of exploding against the ground, they hovered slightly above it. Broly deliberately dragged Frieza into these landmines, which exploded upon making contact with him, adding further to his great pain. Instead of smashing him into a wall after this, however, Broly tossed Golden Frieza into the air. When he came back down, he grabbed him yet again, lifted his knee up and began to bash Frieza over and over against it, intentionally making sure it struck his back. The emperor's desperate yells became more high-pitched and hysterical, feeling as if his spine would shatter at any moment. He eventually realized Broly had not restrained his arms and attempted to take advantage of this by firing a Death Beam straight at his head upon being dragged down for another knee attack. This got Broly to flinch, giving a window for Frieza to flip out of his grasp and make some distance between them. When he looked back, the only sign of any damage on the Saiyan's body was a little trickle of blood where the Death Beam had struck, which he hyped off as if he were nothing. To make matters worse, the once vibrant orange aura that had surrounded Frieza earlier was gone, and upon looking down at his bloodied hands, he saw the golden coat was fading in and out, steadily taking more effort to maintain.

"How?! How did you get this much of a boost compared to before without any training?!"

Frieza had intended this as a rhetorical question; he expected Broly to have regressed too far mentally to provide an answer. He was actually a bit startled when he spoke for the first time.

"On Earth, I didn't know who to direct my rage towards; I was more angry at myself than anyone else. Now, I know exactly who I must slaughter first."

"Lord Frieza," Broly said with an unnerving grin, "you were the one who killed my father, and for that I will make sure your punishment is slow and satisfying."

Broly's victim was sputtering, trying to get words out and failing. I have never seen him show this tier of bloodlust… he thought to himself, knowing that his next action could be the difference between life and death. Grunting and shaking as he tapped into his deepest Ki reserves, he flared his Golden form back to near its full capacity with an accompanying aura and began to charge a medium-sized golden energy ball between the palms of his hands. Broly was not pleased, and once again began to charge at Frieza. Right as he lunged at him preparing for a punch, Frieza rapidly clapped either side of the ball, popping it. The ensuing burst of light caused Broly to fall to the ground, screaming in anger while covering his burning, momentarily-blinded eyes with his hands. Long before he could recover, Frieza had already hastily teleported out of sight.

The battle at the square had come to a total standstill. Every one of the former combatants were now standing side by side, having observed and felt Broly's rage despite being unable to see it. Cheelai, Leemo and Kikono in particular were concerned with the duel's outcome, albeit for different reasons. Just then, out of nowhere, Frieza phased into existence by Berriblu's side, directly in front of the ramp of their flagship. The momentary fear at his presence shifted into concern and confusion upon seeing the emperor's miserable state: He had long since faded out of his Golden form, being unable to spare the energy to maintain it, and the injuries bleeding purple were littered across his current body. While the tyrant leaned on his assistant's shoulder for support, he yanked her scouter off her face, clicked a few buttons and began barking an order into it.

"Attention, this is Lord Frieza speaking! All ships are to evacuate effective IMMEDIATELY! Do not ask any questions, just go!"

With one final glare at the crowd of thugs, Frieza piled back into his flagship along with Kikono and Berriblu. The door hatched shut as the vessel began to glide off the ground and into the night sky. A few of the smaller ships had already blasted out of the atmosphere, and it seemed as if the flagship Frieza was housed in was about to do so as well.

In the blink of an eye, a thin green energy beam flew through the air. A horrible metallic screech echoed throughout the sky as the projectile pierced directly through Frieza's flagship, the sheer force of it shattering almost all of its bulbous yellow windows. The ship careened back down to the ground, belching smoke and scattering flaming shrapnel down below where it fell. The other men, women and children with them were terrified and confused, but Cheelai and Leemo understood. Their concerns were validated when they saw a familiar figure with golden hair, white armor and a green pelt wrapped around his waist slowly drop from out of the sky and touch down towards the crash site.

Frieza's vision was blurry. He struggled to stay conscious as he rose up and slowly navigated his way through the mess of burning, shredded metal. The ship had been divided into two pieces by a flaming hole that ran from its front to its back. Most all the men on board had been killed; some had been disintegrated while others died from the crash, their faces and armor showing the marks of blunt force and cuts from flying shards of glass. Strangely enough, Kikono was one of the lucky survivors; he was attempted to resuscitate an unconscious Berriblu while the one living physician and several soldiers stood guard. Frieza struggled to contemplate the emotions he was feeling at that moment. He had scarcely seen so gruesome a sight since his first empire; although, in those days, nobody had the gall to attack him or his prized vessel. For a faint few moments, he wondered if this just some terribly vivid dream. But as the ringing in his ears faded and he slowly became more aware of his surroundings, a deep, angry shout from outside the wreckage slapped him back down to reality.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, FRIEZA! COME OUT AND FACE ME BEFORE I OBLITERATE WHAT REMAINS OF YOUR WORTHLESS TOY SHIP!"

All the other men on board would've jumped if they weren't so physically drained. Meanwhile, their leader gestured to them to stay in the ship. He lumbered outside, and with some difficulty, lifted up his body to face the monstrous Broly; the monster he had played no small part in awakening.

"Listen, Broly…"

"You think I'll listen to you after what you did to my father? After killing him and resurrecting him as your slave?!"

Frieza was now evidently confused. The people inside the wreckage who heard what Broly said were equally mystified.

"Look, look, I'll admit it, I assassinated Paragus so you would get angry and become a Super Saiyan, I admit it! But I have no idea what you're talking about when it comes to the reincarnation part. I didn't use the Dragon Balls, nor did I use some sort of magic or technology to bring him back, I am honest!"

"LIAR!" Broly exclaimed as he once again began to stalk towards Frieza, proving his explanation fruitless. But suddenly, Frieza phased from a forlorn posture of defeat to a crouched stance, his newly fired-up purple aura and gritted glare indicating rage.

"NO!" he shouted at his approaching doom while raising his arm. "I will not die to you! I will not die to a mentally-impaired child! I will not die to an unreasonable monstrosity such as yourself! I WILL NOT DIE AGAIN TO ANOTHER SUPER SAIYAN!" Following this speech, a swirling pink disc materialized from his raised arm, which he tossed directly at Broly's head with a triumphant shriek. The Saiyan stared at the attack head-on before lifting his jaw open. Just before Frieza's Death Saucer could hit him, he bit down on it, causing the disc to split into pieces before dissipating.

Frieza was now totally defeated. He collapsed on his knees, exhausted and with zero energy left. Broly grinned in satisfaction at how he had broken the emperor before he began to charge a finishing green Ki blast in his arm. All his target could do was stare at the ground and silently hope that Goku would be stupid enough to revive him again. After a few seconds elapsed, however, Frieza still didn't feel anything. The ground hadn't changed to the yellow grass of his former prison in Hell. Broly appeared to be relenting, but for what reason?

He then looked up, and saw there was another shadow being cast over him, one much slimmer and smaller than Broly's. The feminine figure was none other than that of Cheelai, spreading her arms out in a feeble attempt to block her ally from doing further harm.

"Stop it, Broly." she said in a firm, totally unphased tone that stunned even Frieza for its bravery.

"And why should I?" the yellow fiend replied. "Frieza is nothing more than garbage that has yet to be disposed of. I thought my 'friend' would know better than to protect garbage."

"I am not your friend. I am friends with Broly, and you are not my Broly. The Broly I know would never call anyone garbage, nor would he smile at people suffering."

"And what of it? Once Frieza and his band of low-lives die, all of this is over, and I'll call down. If you want the Broly you know back, step aside and let me do what needs to be done. Even if you buy enough time for those rodents to escape, I'll just hunt them down anyway."

"Sure, murder Frieza in cold blood. And then what? Instead of the entire universe fearing him, they'll fear you! Look around you, Broly. There are people in that burning husk you just shot down who had nothing to do with any of this. Some of them may have have never wanted to join Frieza's army; they just wanted to support themselves, or even their families. I know because I was one of them. And yet, because of your rampage, most of them are now dead. Is this what you want to happen, Broly? Do you want to put revenge before the lives of people, even though you're capable of doing so much better? Do you want to be like Paragus?!"

Under normal circumstances, the woman's slight against his father would've gotten Broly even more riled up. But something about her sincere tone got to him, and now he was more hesitant about killing Frieza. With his temper slightly dampened, he could now sense something else directly behind him. He slowly turned, only to be startled by a large crowd of aliens behind him. All the creatures were staring right back at him, with hollow, frightened expressions. Among the crowd was another familiar face besides Leemo, who was tucked in between two burlier aliens, calling out to Cheelai. Broly was in fact able to see the pink alien and its child from yesterday. The little one was looking back at Broly with a curious look in its round eyes. He seemed as if he was about to walk towards him, but its parent stopped it, holding up its gun to Broly as it did so. This little scene dug even further into the Saiyan's heart as the meaning of Cheelai's words hung over him like a weighted cloth. All around him, people saw Broly's haunting white eyes have their color return to them, and his hair slowly draped downwards as its golden tint slowly faded away. Leemo finally muscled his way through the crowd and ran up to his tired friend, holding him along with Cheelai as he took a moment to recover. The trio was so caught up in their little moment of newfound joy that they didn't even notice a smaller Frieza Force cruiser return to the scene to pick up Frieza and the other surviving soldiers that had once piloted his prized flagship. As the tyrant boarded the vessel, he casted one final glare at the rejoicing trio. He contemplated mustering one final Death Beam and shooting it through Broly's skull, but he didn't have enough Ki left to even do that, and overall he figured that it would be better to take advantage of this moment of peace himself and scurry off to fight another day.

And that is exactly what Frieza did. By the time Broly, Cheelai and Leemo all got up, he was gone. However, he had left behind the wreckage of his flagship, and now that the living had departed and the embers had settled, they could now get a full glimpse at the mutilated corpses laying amongst the wreckage. This sight combined with the fresh memory of Cheelai's earlier speech caused Broly to tear up. He continued to cry all the way during their walk to their ship; a walk which the three mostly took alone along the unnaturally deserted streets of Rak.