*(Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball Super, or Dragon Ball GT. All characters and places associated with the Dragon Ball series belong to their own respected creators and I have not used them to make any profit in any shape or form)

Jason9000: Wow, it's been almost three years since I've last updated. To those of you that have forgotten this story was in your favorites list welcome back and to newcomers' welcome, welcome. I don't have much of an excuse for not updating. My life changed drastically. I switched jobs, was in a new college, graduated college with a bachelor's. Took a year off from school, went to Europe for two weeks. And a bunch of other stuff. Another reason was I lost interest in this story. It became tiresome trying to balance so school, work, and this. I refocused my life on other important things and practically disappeared. I only showed up every month or so to see what updated and looked around for a new story. Now we've got a whole lot of new Dragon Ball stuff. As of posting this chapter episode 93 of Dragon Ball Super has dropped and Goku went to Frieza to recruit him for the Tournament of Power. I still stand by what I said years ago. Dragon Ball Super will have no effect on this story. Except for that small cameo from someone a few chapters back. This story will still move forward without anything from Super or GT. Now let us begin.*

"How long do we have to keep flying Grandpa Bardock?" Pan asked him.

'I swear to Yemma, if she calls me Grandpa Bardock one more time…' Bardock thought to himself.

"I told you we'll be there in three minutes. So, keep your mouth shut and stay alert! Anyone of Daimaō's spies could be around us. If you see one, do not hesitate to kill. Last we need is for him to find our refuge here," Bardock responded back.

"I'm sorry, it's just that it feels like we've been flying for almost three years…" Pan muttered.

She looked around and noticed the sky was getting darker above her. She had not thought to look at the sky much as she had been preoccupied with her surroundings on the ground and seeing so many Saiyans.

"Grandpa Bardock is it me or is the sky getting darker?" Pan asked him.

Bardock took a long deep breath through his nose. He knew she wasn't trying to piss him off and that referring to him by that ridiculous title was a sign of respect from her. But, it made him feel so old…

"Your eyes don't deceive you Pan. It is getting darker. The war above must not be going so well. I hope King Vegeta can rest up quickly. The longer he takes, the less likely our chances are of us being able to help the warriors of Otherworld. He takes too long we may walk into our enemies holding a feast of their own," Bardock told her.

For another three minutes, they flew in silence. Pan constantly was checking her surroundings with her eyes and Ki sense. Every now and then different parts of the sky would get darker and a far off boom like an explosion going off would be heard.

Ahead of them she noticed a cave system and could sense three powers in there. The two she felt in the back of the cave system seemed opposites of each other. One kept trying to fight against something, but would die down. The other seemed stagnant. She couldn't tell the expression, but it felt almost remorseful…

"We'll be touching down at the mouth of the cave to relieve the guard there," Bardock said snapping Pan out of her thoughts.

The young girl nodded and began her descent toward the cave. She saw a Saiyan woman looking up at them and was tapping her foot.

"About time you showed up Bardock. I've been waiting for the past fifteen minutes for you to relieve my shift," The woman told him.

Bardock rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut it Arugula, my crew was stationed at far side near the Wanders Camp. You know it takes a while to travel from one end to the other," He said.

The woman shook her head. "Whatever I'm leaving now. Who's the kid? Your protégé or something?" She asked circling her hands at Pan.

Bardock paused for a moment. "You could say that, let's just say I think she may help turn the tide of the war," He said.

Arugula shrugged nodded and prepared to take off. "Be careful the traitor has been mouthy today. I've had to bash his head against the bars twice to get him to shut up," She told him.

"And his brain addled son?" He asked her.

"Quiet like always, it's been months since he's had an outburst. But don't push your luck. You know almost anything can set him off. And with the ogres gone I don't know how to make sure his chains still work," Arugula said.

"I was told they start working if he gets to rowdy. I'll just knock him out before he goes mad," Bardock told her.

Arugula nodded and took off without another word. Barely noticing that Pan was still alive in the first place.

"Who was she? You seemed familiar with her," Pan asked.

"An old annoyance of mine. We used to be in the same age group growing up. However, her talents were better suited for science. So she took up a post in the science division of Frieza's army. Didn't get her anywhere though. Frieza's family was always stagnant with technology and it drove her nuts. You ever hear of the Power Ball technique?" He questioned her walking into the cave.

"Nope, never heard of it. What does it do?" She asked trying to keep up with Bardock's long strides.

"Basically, it's a technique that allows Saiyans to transform into Great Apes without the need of a full moon. She led the team that created the technique. It took her eight years to get it down. When she did, King Vegeta rewarded her team greatly. Even Frieza was slightly impressed as it meant he could send the Saiyan elites into tougher combat missions and didn't have to use more of his army. Unfortunately, only the Saiyan elites had the time to learn the technique as Frieza decided to send us all down here," Bardock said.

He started to chuckle. "It's funny I gave her the idea of the technique when I mentioned how easier it would be for us to transform if we had a mini moon with us after we took over a planet."

Pan chose to ignore the last comment as she didn't like to think to think of her ancestors as mindless killers She took in the cave. To her surprise it wasn't very large. Three adults could walk shoulder to shoulder and it was only six inches taller than Bardock. Some torches lit the walls, but they cast a dim light on the floor.

They saw a corner ahead of them that had some chairs and a table. On the table were some cards and what looked like poker chips. From the state of the table the ogres left in a hurry as the cards were strewn all over the table in a giant mess.

"Looks like the ogres left in a hurry I see," Pan commented.

Bardock grunted. "Yeah, it's a good thing King Vegeta had us keep an eye on this place. Otherwise the traitor may have joined Daimaō and that would have caused us a bigger headache. No doubt he would try to kill the king if Daimaō's spies ever let him out."

"Who is this traitor you keep talking about?" She asked him.

Bardock opened his mouth to respond but a voice cut him off. "That would be me child."

Pan heard the voice around the corner. She walked over and saw a lone prisoner behind the bars. He was missing his left eye with a bad scar running across it. He looked grizzled and stared vehemently at her.

"How strange, I thought King Yemma had all of the Saiyan children under the age of sixteen reincarnated after our planet's destruction. Why did he miss this one?" He asked leaning toward her.

"I get that you're missing one eye and that your depth perception is gone, but could you at least take moment to look at her before jumping to conclusions. If you took the time to look, you would see that she is not dead, as she lacks the obvious halo," Bardock said coming around the corner, arms folded.

The Saiyan behind bars scowled at Bardock. "Well, well, if it isn't the failed psychic. I was almost having a good day. Too bad it's been ruined by your presence. I must admit I'm surprised his majesty allowed you to return to being another guard dog. I thought you couldn't stand the sight of me," The Saiyan spat.

Bardock glared at him. "I still can't stand the sight of you Paragus. You nearly had your brain addled son go loose on the Universe all because of your pathetic desire for revenge. Against the offspring of someone who had been dead for decades might I add."

The man known as Paragus stood up and leaned against the bars. "That royal brat is as egotistical as his bastard of a father! He deserves to die! It's because of him that my son and I were tossed aside like trash! All because his father was afraid of my son's power! We never wanted to rule our people! Only to serve our king! Usurping the throne never once crossed my mind when my son was born!" Paragus shouted.

"And yet it's because of King Vegeta that you and your son lived far longer than the rest of us! Did you ever stop to think that King Vegeta actually saved you!" Bardock shot at him.

"Save me? From what? From a lifetime of constantly running from Frieza and his family? My son wasn't strong enough to face Frieza until he was in his mid twenties! Saved me from a lifetime of longing for the restoration of our race? My own wife can't stand the sight of us now!" Paragus told him.

Pan started to feel uncomfortable and began edging herself further away from the cell. She felt like she was intruding on an intense conversation and wanted no part of it. The cave only led a little further down and she could barely see the bars on the cell and the torches on either side of the cell offered little light.

Unlike Paragus this prisoner was wrapped in chains. She could tell this Saiyan was very tall. In fact, he almost may be as tall as Piccolo. He had his eyes closed and looked in great pain.

For a short while Pan silently watched him. The Saiyan would mumble something but she could not catch it. He seemed to be having a fitful sleep. Every now and then he would moan in his sleep.

Slowly the Saiyan woke up and looked around. "Ka...I sense Ka..." The Saiyan mumbled. His eyes focused on Pan for a long moment. He stared at her confused for a few minutes. Then suddenly he shouted.

He was vaguely aware that he slept. Sleep never came easy for him. Not since he was finally subdued and imprisoned. For over a decade he was wrapped in chains. The only resident of Hell that was bound to a cell, besides the ones locked up in the Demon King's castle. He had arrived in Hell still reeling from the intense heat that utterly destroyed him. He had never been in so much pain before. Not when the wound from his infancy was reopened at his first defeat. He could barely process King Yemma listing his grievances against the Universe before being sucked down into Hell. He remembered falling just falling. Then landing on his back.

He had no idea how long he stayed there. Despite his body being healed. His nerves felt like they were on fire. The man stood up and took in his surroundings. A rocky landscape was before him. The sky was covered by yellow clouds. He could feel multiple powers around here. Some were not worth his time. Three felt like family that were stronger than most. But, two stood out like a sore thumb. If he wasn't in so much pain. He would be laughing in joy at the chance of fighting people that were just about as strong as he was. Despite the fact that he just died from the son of his hated enemy and a smaller version of his hated enemy. He had never fought anyone close to his power. Everyone had been mostly weaker than him. Except when the older runt's hair got spikier and he had some sparks in his aura. Then he was a better challenge.

Just when he was about to take off someone landed in front of him. It was a man clad in an orange gi and spiky hair. He recognized the face anywhere. The face that haunted his nightmares, the one that wouldn't shut up, the one that injured him as a baby! For years he was afraid of him in his childhood, as he was the one that nearly killed him after his incessant crying. Over the years his fear turned into hate. He wanted this man to pay for the pain he caused. For his father controlling him, his people gone, and being hated.

"You?! You're still alive? I'll kill you where you stand!" The man exclaimed.

The orange man kept his fixed on him. "You won't be hurting anyone else ever again," He told him.

Suddenly he felt a giant pressure on the back of his neck and he fell. He couldn't move. Someone had snuck up on him and hit him harder than any fighter previously. He felt even more exhausted.

"Thanks Pikkon, I knew I could count on you to help. If we didn't stop him now with him powered down, he would have gone on a rampage across Hell and that would have taken a lot of time and effort to stop," His nemesis said.

He heard footsteps and a green warrior walked in his field of vision. He looked similar to the green one he fought before over seven years ago.

"Let's get him to the ogres. They already have his prison ready for him. The Lords and Lady Kai have already enchanted his cell with their strongest magic. He won't be getting out. Not with that shackles made a legendary smith from my own galaxy. Supposedly it's made of the hardest substance in the known Universe. He isn't going anywhere for a while," The green one said.

His vision began to fade as his eyes got heavy. He felt himself being picked up before blacking out.

He woke up hours later in a cell. He was wrapped in tightly in chains. He tried to break his restraints, but nothing worked. He tried powering up and found that it only made the restraints tighter.

"What is this? Where am I?!" He cried hoarsely.

"Oh good you're awake. It's about time you woke up," A voice said.

A purple man in white button down shirt and tie came down the hall. He held a clipboard and began speaking. "By the unanimous decision of the Quadrant Kais and King Yemma, you have been sentenced to be wrapped by the enchanted chain of Angainor...? Why does that sound like something from a fantasy novel? Anyway, until you truly repent from your heinous actions, you are sentenced to feel the pain of those you have tormented."

"You think measly chains will stop me? I'll kill you!" The prisoner shouted.

He felt a massive amount of pain all over his body. His vision became cloudy and he saw a massive figure with bright neon hair before him slowly vaporizing him. He screamed in pain as he felt his body slowly burning away. It was like dying all over again.

After a few minutes he ceased his screaming and he noticed he was on the floor. His body was convulsing all over the floor and he felt...scared.

"Until you finally understand the pain you caused. This will happen every time you get angry or threaten someone. So I suggest you learn to get your temper under control," The purple man said before turning around and leaving.

"Come back here! What did you do to me?! I'll kill you all!" he weakly exclaimed.

This time the vision changed. He was on different planet and the green haired monster held a young child in his hand. He screamed for his offspring's life. Yelling to take his instead. But, the monster only laughed and crushed the child's skull. The blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. He cried out for his dead child, but the monster laughed and promised he would be next.

For what felt like eternity it was non-stop. He would get angry over his imprisonment and then be assaulted with another vision. An endless cycle of rage and pain kept hitting him. Finally he just couldn't feel any more rage. For the first time in his life he decided to think. At first he compared this imprisonment to the mind control device his father forced him to wear. The only difference was he was in complete control of his thoughts. His mind wasn't trapped in a corner where he was barely aware of what was going on around him. The only time he was in semi-control was when his father pointed him at something or usually someone to kill. He enjoyed fighting, but it got boring after a while. Nobody could give him a challenge. Once he became a young adult it was just boring with how everyone just seemed to die so easily. The only thing he ever wanted was revenge against him.

He began to notice that the chain would warm up as if a warning that his thoughts would lead to more visions. So he learned to only fleetingly think of his desire for revenge. But that got boring after a while so he began to ponder why he wanted revenge.

At first he chalked it up to the crying and the pain a few days after he was born. But, then he was confused on how he remembered something from a few days after his birth. He knew that he was a one of a kind for his species. His transformation was proof of that. He could practically remember every day from before his father put the mind control device on him. When he was his father's lap dog, he could barely remember anything afterwards. Something didn't add up though. The crying had stopped a little bit before he was stabbed in the stomach. It was as if he left. He had a vague idea of being lifted from his cot and then the agonizing pain that haunted him whenever he was evenly lightly touched in the stomach.

After dwelling on the events between the painful new visions, he finally realized that his most hated nemesis wasn't the cause of his scar and the pain it brought. He just assumed it was, because his mind at the time couldn't distinguish the difference between the two events.

That caused nearly another break in his psyche. His entire reason for revenge was a farce! He screamed for what felt like days on end cursing his ignorance and stupidity. How could he have been so blind? His mind shattered and unlike the last time he had no desire for revenge to keep him going. His father took everything from him. Ripped him from free will, murdered what little sanity he had left. His own sire abandoned him! Once he had power...now he had nothing...nothing.

It took him months to notice his father was placed in another make shift cell next to him. When he did, he kept screaming why. Why didn't he trust him? Why did he use him? Of course between the chain plaguing him with visions when he would get to loud or to angry with his father it didn't matter. He never got his answer as his father just ignored him.

Finally after all of the pain he felt from his enchanted chain and from realizing he led his entire life with a false purpose, he broke down. For the first time since he was a young child he began crying. He cried for the unfairness of the world. Of the father that lost all feeling toward him, of his own transformation that may have given great strength, but cost him his sanity. Finally he cried for the pain he caused.

He wept for the children he brutally murdered. Of the men he bent up like pretzels and the women he vaporized into nothingness. He cried for the planets he destroyed in space. Of the billions of voices that would shout in pain and then silence.

During this time period the chain would glow a silver color and warm up. But, this was not the scathing heat that brought him pain. It felt...right. Soothing even, he was surprised by how good it felt. He felt guilty at first, but the guilt would make the chain go dark and no longer glow. He missed the glow and the warmth it brought. He wanted it to make his own pain go away...

He was barely conscious when his guards fled. He heard something about a war going on above and they had to flee. After a couple of days he saw more of his own kind watching over him. They would take shifts and usually his father would start a shouting match with them before getting knocked to the floor. Or knocked out. He paid no attention to them. Only one of his guards caused his blood to start boil again. The chain would heat up to scorch him and he would be hit with another vision.

He cried out again for the warmth he became used to. It had been months since he had a relapse and it caught him by surprise. It took him a while to get his thoughts under control and make the pain stop. But, he finally managed it. When he awoke his guard informed him that he passed out and been thrashing for two days in his sleep.

He would have to get used to the one guard that would set him off. If he saw or heard his voice he would have to block it out. Think good thoughts...let the chains glow that silver color he longed for.

He was asleep having another nightmare that for once wasn't brought on by the chains. He was dreaming of the green haired monster chasing him. Laughing behind him, always laughing. He would run for what felt like forever. Till his body would give out on him. The monster would grab him by his throat and begin laughing madly. He couldn't breathe and weakly beat on the attacker's forearms. The monster would laugh as it began to break his bones. His hand would light up as he would burn away limbs leaving a charred mess before thrown down.

"You can run all you want, seek false comfort in those chains. But, you'll never be nothing more than a moronic, raging, brute. You're condemned to suffer for all of eternity. And isn't that what monsters like us deserve? You'll never be accepted by anyone. Not even your own father wants you anymore," The monster said.

He writhed like a worm in agony as he looked for a way out. But, nothing he could do would escape the monster. His attacker's hand lit up a green energy sphere and he felt it to his face.

"You'll always be a monster Broly. And there's nothing you can do about it!" His own image said laughing hysterically as he was vaporized by his own attack.

Broly awoke with a start. He was groggier than he was in a while. But, he felt something familiar outside his cell. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust. But, he saw a small child outside his cell.

"Ka...I sense Ka..." He slowly said looking at her. He then noticed she looked familiar. Similar to the child he fought all those years ago on New Planet Vegeta and again on the blue planet his father wanted to make his capital. She was his descendant, the very person he blamed for everything!

"You...You're related to...HIM!" He shouted at her.

The child shrank back in fear as Broly pushed himself against the bars trying to get her.

"YOU'RE RELATED TO KAKAROT!"

*Jason9000: Well that'll do it for this chapter. I think I made this long enough to satisfy you, for now. I hope you enjoyed it. I made quite a few references to different fictional series with names and line of dialogue. Kudos to you if you spot them. Sorry if it the descriptions seem bland. It's been a long time since I wrote anything and I'm rusty. Thanks again for your reviews.*