"7 hours."

"Really? I thought a wormhole would be a little faster than that."

"Hey," Leemo replied to Cheelai while consulting a wrinkled, dusty piece of paper strapped to their spaceship's window littered with formulas and diagrams, "if these are anything to go by, we would spend months trying to get to Universe 6 without it. Relatively speaking, it's lightning fast."

Cheelai accepted this consolation at face value, but she couldn't quite bring herself to lie back and wait out the trip. Since there was no longer anything interesting to talk about as the galaxy-like innards of the portal swirled around their ship denoting their travelling through it, she was forced to deal with the proverbial elephant in the room, for even through the layers of steel walls that separated their cockpit from the rooms tucked in the back of the ship, they could still hear their friend Broly's muffled cries of sorrow. Leemo noticed it too, and seeing as this section of their trip was mostly hands-off, he attempted to ask more of his comrade.

"You should try talking to him, he's not in good shape."

"No good, I already tried that before we left Rak. It was a short conversation; he's just unreachable right now."

"Did you learn anything of note?"

"Well… ...there was one thing."

"And that is?"

"Near the end, I tried to console him by telling him it wasn't his fault, that he couldn't control himself. This made him even angrier: He told me that unlike before, he could remember every moment of when he went Super Saiyan. What's worse is that, according to him, he was in control: It's his mindset that turned barbarous, not all of his brain, and he feels horrible for it."

Leemo stopped to contemplate what had been said. He then gave Cheelai the best piece of advice he could in this unfortunate situation.

"The best thing you can do right now is to leave him alone. You've done what you can, but now Broly needs some time to think for himself."

Seeing as she had no better ideas, Cheelai took this advice to heart.

The next hour or so was grueling. With the incredibly limited entertainment on board, Leemo and Cheelai found themselves doing whatever they could to to weather Broly's crying fit. Cheelai in particular tried moving around to different rooms, humming to her herself or taking a nap, but her ally's cries reverberated and wore her down no matter where she went or what she did. This annoyance was compounded by the feeling of guilt that came along with the annoyance at Broly during this very difficult time for him. Thankfully, shortly after the dawn of a new hour had come, the Saiyan's tantrum began to die down, ultimately fading away entirely. This was a result of his non-stop sorrowful moaning lending itself to exhaustion; by the time he did lie back down on his bed and closed his eyes to sleep, his pillow was moist from his tears, some of them still fresh. His only desire upon passing out was for his dreams to provide at least momentary refuge from his turmoil.

Broly slowly lifted himself to consciousness. His first observation upon awakening was that he couldn't feel the soft mattress of his bed beneath, but rather the rippled, spiky touch of tall grass. Sure enough, he looked down to see his hands touching a sheet of the green turf, his fingertips already slightly dirty. He lifted himself up to see that the grass stretched out for miles, well beyond the light gray horizon dotted with fluffy pink clouds. There was no other sight on the broad, hilled plain except for a strange crowd of people gathered on a nearby hill. Broly inched ever closer to the gathering; as he did so, he was able to distinguish the crowd was composed of humanoid creatures of all different shapes, the ones with hair almost always having it jet black with accompanying eyes. While he couldn't tell for sure due their lack of a tail, Broly sensed their energy was that of Saiyans. Just then, he felt a tug at his waistcloth. He looked down to see a small Saiyan child looking back at him with a beady-eyed expression. Upon casting aside the child's species, this scene possessed uncanny similarity to how the pink alien child on Rak had behaved towards him. Taking great precaution as he did so, Broly slowly leaned down to gently pat the child on his head.

Broly's mind could not have prepared him for what happened next. For as soon as his dusty fingers made contact with the little boy's forehead, he let out a shrill scream that forced the elder Saiyan to cover his ears. When he looked back, he was horrified to see that the child's skin had vanished, leaving only his monkey-like skeleton and faint traces of decomposed internal organs. Broly didn't even get a firm glance at this before the bones crumbled into dust and were blown away by a sudden gust of wind. Nonetheless, he was startled to where he stumbled back and accidentally bumped into another Saiyan, this one an older woman. Before he could apologize, the woman herself let out a scream, and she too rapidly faded away organ by organ, skin cell by skin cell, bone by bone. Broly was now panicking. Unable to think straight, he began to run right through the crowd of Saiyans. Every time he bumped past one or so much as scraped his body against theirs, they too would waste away in a similarly unnerving scene. Every yell, and eventually every little tap made Broly more and more anxious until he was eventually just screaming in terror, running faster and faster and killing more Saiyans with his touch of death. Despite his fear and rage, the crowd of his people only seemed to grow. In addition, the decomposed bone dust wasn't disappearing: it was now gathering up and the ground and flying all around Broly, to the point where it began to multiply and cloud the once beautiful sky. Finally, the dust storm totally consumed the frightened warrior, drowning out all his senses. His vision went gray, then a darker gray, then totally black.

Finally, the heavy feeling of the marrow dust storm faded away. When Broly lifted himself back up, however, there was still nothing around except pure darkness. The anxious Saiyan at first appeared to be the only semblance of color in the endless black void, but as he looked around himself more, he noticed something off in the distance: It was faint and indescernible from where he stood, but he could detect a faint red glow emanating from the unknown object. Unlike earlier, Broly made no attempt to be slow and gentle, instead opting to blast towards the object, flying at top speed with the swish of his white aura being the only thing breaking the eerie silence. As he advanced towards it, however, the scenery around him changed. The black void slowly faded away, revealing a cloudy sky just barely illuminating a bunch of sharply sloped hills. And when he got as close as he was willing to go, Broly discovered the source of the ominous red light was not a singular object, but rather an entire city, most of its buildings partially destroyed and crackling with flames.

Broly dragged to a halt and stared head-on at the once-mighty metropolis wasting away. A series of neon green explosions from within the burning city shook the ground right as Broly touched down on it, shaking him up somewhat. When he took a closer, evidently distressed look at the ruin, he noticed something else. At first, it was merely one creature; then two, then five, then ten, then twenty. Before he knew it, Broly could see an entire army of aliens, marching towards him in perfect formation, the heavy, synchronized clangs of their feet shaking and cracking the ground they touched. The armada had few unifying qualities: They all had an assortment of skin colors, facial structures, limb counts and other anatomical oddities specific to each of their species. Their clothing, assuming they wore any, varied radically in terms of the locale or even the time period they could've emerged from: Some looked like fairly modern suits of armor, others were older garbs from empires long past, and yet others still were simplistic pieces of fur that defined the wearers specifically as amongst the most primordial ancestors of whatever race they belonged to. There were, however, two characteristics that each and every one of them shared. For starters, all of them showed extreme, unnatural-seeming muscle growth. But their most defining, unifying feature was their hollow white eyes, coupled by a sickly green aura. In addition, all of those with hair had it stuck right up and expanded with an accompanying light green tint.

The little army finally stopped marching just a few feet away from Broly. They then began to spread apart into two halves, making way for one more figure in the middle of the now empty space between the two segments of the army. This person, evidently a woman, had bright green hair as well, with her red tank-top, skirt and golden boots being stretched by her veined, bulging muscles. Broly concentrated on the female warrior, her Ki the most oppressive of all in the little army, being faintly recognizable as that of another Saiyan. Suddenly, Broly felt an uncomfortable sensation flow throughout his body. When he looked down at himself, he saw that his muscles were involuntarily stretching and expanding to a similar size of that of the members of the militia. He could see the familiar green aura of his Super Saiyan state wrap around his arms. Even his eyesight improved to where he could now make out his reflection in the other Saiyan's white eyes: His hair too was thicker and bright green. But before he could contemplate what was going on, he began to feel an invisible force pulling him towards the woman. The force wrapped leaves and debris all around the arena, which only appeared as silhouettes against the backdrop of the flaming city. He tried to struggle against it, but the force just grew stronger and stronger. Finally, upon expanding his power to its absolute limit, he was able to just barely resist. He looked back at the woman with a grimace from the force tugging his skin, who merely gave a sly grin. The force then suddenly multiplied exponentially. Broly could not hope to adapt to the sudden boost, and felt himself being tossed through the air right at the Saiyan woman, who extended her arms as if to greet his head-on collision.

When he woke up from the nightmare, he didn't scream. He didn't run from his bed, nor did he make any sort of noise indicating distress. He was too frozen from fear to do so; all he could was blankly stare at the cold metal ceiling, the wormhole they were travelling through swirling outside his window and illuminating the small bedroom with a faint white glow. So he remained for a good while, thinking over the frighteningly vivid visions he had received. He then quietly lifted off the covers from his bed and walked out.

Cheelai was having a difficult time resting. Her eyes were closed, but she couldn't bring herself to fall into a deep sleep. She had remained in this vegetative state for nearly an hour with no results, and was growing grumpier by the minute. She was about to just give up and get up from bed when she felt something wrap around her waist. Rather than panicking, she looked at the muscular, bare arms that were now tightly hugging her. She then turned to look behind her, and there was Broly, having hopped into her bed, now drifting off to sleep. She gave a small smile and went back to sleep too.

Planet Sadal

Cabba's office was barely illuminated by the partially-risen, early-morning sun outside. The purple-robed trooper with a blue shirt and an extra layor of armor held by olive green straps had bags under his eyes as he robotically scribbled through the last bit of paperwork for the day. He had been told over and over that his recent promotion from Commander to General would be a grueling, sudden shift; Of course, the Saiyan's infectious optimism had clouded his judgement and ignored those warnings as he decided to officially rank up. While he still got to work in the field, the time to do so had been cut in half by an onslaught of office busywork, which could continue well into the night, as had happened in this case. Cabba signed the very last sheet in his incomplete papers stack and put it in the stack of complete papers that would be dragged off by an assistant later that morning. His first thought after finishing was to lean his head down to rest, but right as he did so, the ringtone of his computer's messaging system went off with uncanny timing. He lightly grabbed his mouse and opened the audio call, which strangely enough appeared to come from just outside Sadal City.

"Hello," he said with a little bit of a groan, "General Cabba here, what you need?"

"An unidentified ship has landed outside the city, sir." spoke a gruff male soldier's voice. "We asked its crew to come outside: Two of them have complied, but one of them refuses to leave their room and will not respond to any of the troopers trying to get them out."

This interesting information relieved a little bit of Cabba's exhaustion, particularly the part about the one who wouldn't leave the ship.

"I'll be on my way." he said before closing the call and running down the halls of the Royal Palace.

Cabba came to the scene with a few reinforcements. Already there was a crowd of people, Saiyans and other species alike hustling around the scene of the unfamiliar, pod-shaped vessel, murmuring and trying to snap pictures. Cabba also caught sight of two of the three travellers: they were rather small aliens, one green and feminine and the other orange with a bright yellow beanie. The few civilians who tried to approach them had their efforts thwarted by a blockade of Saiyan soldiers in similar attire to Cabba aside from the brown and red robes denoted their comparatively lower ranks. All of them temporarily stopped their duties to give a salute to the newly proclaimed General Cabba as he touched down in front of the strangers, assigning the extra men that had come with him to help to blockade them against the thickening crowd. Cabba asked for the two strangers' names: Cheelai and Leemo, they called themselves.

"I heard there's a third person who arrived with you. Can you explain why they aren't coming out of your ship?"

"Their name's Broly." the green woman Cheelai said nervously. "It's a long story, but they're really don't like being around large groups of people. Recent events have… ...compounded those fears, to say the least."

Cabba nodded and made his way up the ramp leading inside. Upon entering, he saw a couple of burly troopers prodding at one of the doors in the spherical main room, barking at whoever was inside to step out.

"Step aside!" the soldiers jumped as their General walked between them. With some effort, he was able to pray the door open and shut it behind him. He looked towards the singular green-sheet bed only to find someone who totally defied his expectations. He was expecting someone fairly weak, perhaps even sickly, but the massive man with scars upon his body hiding under the bedsheets with only the upper regions of his chest and above just barely poking out looked as if he had seen wars. Cabba had to restrain a chuckle as he pulled out a little stool and sat at the bedside. He then addressed the man with as gentle a tone of voice he could muster, looking the frightful stranger straight in his eyes.

"Hey there Broly! My name's Cabba, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He reached a hand out for a shake. Broly did not respond.

"You look kinda familiar. You're way too muscular to be a human, that's for sure. You a Saiyan by any chance?"

This time, Broly did respond with a little nod. Cabba was curious; he had been told previously Goku and Vegeta were the last pure Saiyans left in Universe 7. He would have to ask about that discrepancy later.

"So, what's up? Your friends have come out, why aren't you joining them?"

Broly looked out the window. Upon seeing the crowd wrap around the ship's sides, he rocked his head back away. "So many people…"

"Ah, shy, aren't you? I figured as much." Cabba already knew this, but he figured he would feign ignorance to get ease the man to his presence.

"Well, it's not just that…"

"Hm?"

"I'm very prone to anger, Mr. Cabba. And when I get angry, I hurt people. I don't like hurting people, I really don't. But when I am enraged enough, I get consumed by forces outside of my control; I transform and become a different person, I become a monstrosity, I-"

"Ok, ok, I get it!" Cabba said while waving his arms. The ominous speech had worried him a bit, but he was not willing to give up.

"If you're ever enraged, we'll stop you, OK?"

"But you can't. I can become a Super Saiyan, you know."

"Don't worry, we can become Super Saiyans, too!"

"It doesn't matter. My form is stronger than normal; I don't even need it to combat God-tier fighters. When I am angry, my latent power grows and grows, and it quickly explodes and I lose control. Part of the reason why I'm here is to try and tame it, but I'm still scared that something will happen and people will die before I fully control myself."

"Look outside again, Broly."

Broly did as he was asked, looking at the eager crowd once again.

"None of them are gonna anger or hurt you or your friends." Cabba said. Broly still didn't seem convinced.

Cabba then held on to his hand with a reassuring smile. "You're not gonna control your power if you can't get out and about first."

With some difficulty, the pair steadily walked through the ship. Broly remained a bit jittery as he walked.

"So, how do you want to get this done?" Cabba said.

"I want to meet the one you call 'Kale'."

"Oh! You know her? Of course I can get you to meet her! Just follow me!"

And so Broly did so as he walked outside with the Saiyan General. Cheelai and Leemo joined right by his side as they walked through the crowd of soldiers and citizens and out towards Sadal City.

Unknown Planet

The biggest circular chamber of Mamba's lair, buried underground and lit by an array of glowing cyan gemstones, was mostly empty with the exception of the witch herself, looking at her crystal ball in glee. She had been almost entirely transfixed on it the past few days, watching Broly's journey to Sadal take its course. With her lengthy mission done, she was prepared to go off to meet with her treasured accomplice when she heard the lofty footsteps of metal boots behind her. She began to address the new person in her lair before she even turned around completely to face him.

"Oh sweetie, what great timing!" she began to say to her serpentine son Derma. "I had just finished monitoring Broly. He's already reached Sadal, and is on his way to meet Kale!"

Derma passed right by her and looked into her ball. A fast-forwarded version of all the events from Broly's departure from Vampa to his arrival on the Saiyan planet quickly replayed themselves before him.

"Well done, mother." Derma spoke in his deep voice. "I never had any doubt you would be able to lure him over there. And yet it seems you couldn't kill off his little friends..."

"I'm sorry about that, my bumpkin!" Mamba replied. "They intervened before Paragus could take him away from them."

"Eh, no matter." Derma said. "They are of little consequence to us anyway. We'll do away with them when the time comes."

There was a brief moment of dead air between the two. Derma took this opportunity to look at the wall behind Mamba's crystal ball. On this wall was a mural, embedded into the bedrock with a mismatching orange background as if it had been taken and put in there from an entirely different planet. The mural itself contained a single illustration, showing what appeared to be a group of aliens building a pyramid together with what appeared to be Kaioshins and Angels, working together as if they were equals.

"Sweetie?" Mamba asked, looking at the elegant, ancient illustration with her progeny.

"Yes?"

"This may seem like a ridiculous question at this stage, but are you absolutely certain you want to continue with this? If your plan fails, who knows what will happen to you."

"There is no doubt in my mind as to what I must do." Derma replied. "Zalama himself made those Prophecies, and every one of them has come true. Regardless of how much the arrogant worms occupying the highest echelons of each Universe's hierarchy will try to deny and avoid it, their days as leaders are numbered, and the new world of mortals and gods will sweep them up and drown out their voices."

"In that case, I assume we can move on to Phase 2?"

"Indeed we shall."

"And what of Broly and Kale? I can't surveil them while we're out getting the things we need."

"Leave them be. Let them train together, get to know each other. It'll make their awakening that much easier if they trust each other and their power."

"I see."

Mamba walked up to the little table her crystal ball was seated on, grabbed it and tapped it. A map of the entirety of Universe 6 appeared across the sphere's glass surface. Mamba scrolled through the map of the stars and planets as if it were a globe until she found their destination. Derma held her hand as she double-tapped the planet she had marked for this phase of the plan. Within seconds, the two had vanished from sight, leaving their lair vacant.