A/N: So this is my first ever special and it takes place in Bra's future timeline.

I remember someone asking me if I was going to include Broly in my story and I had said no, that I didn't want to include movie villains. I did state that in Bra's timeline the Android Saga never happened, so therefore there was no Cell either. Trunks never existed either. Also i stated that after the Frieza saga, the Z-Figher just fought only the movie bad guys, so those were their sagas. However, the Buu saga did happened, which is the whole reason that Bra leaving to another timeline happens.

Anyways, some of you might have noticed that at some point, I had posted a short special about Bra. Well i took that half assed crap down and put this instead and also made it into this beast of a special. I normally don't write such long chapter, but yet this ended up being over 10,000 words on MS, 30 pages. I decided to split it into two parts so this is the first.

Go on and read! This was a bitch to write so I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I Own Nothing.

Far out in the endless void of space, where uncountable amount of stars existed, some being suns while others being planets, a giant oval shaped object broke through zero gravity as it made its way towards the Milky Way Galaxy at light speed. It continued its silent voyage through space, smashing anything in its way such as meteors and asteroids, obviously determined to make it to its unknown destination. With a thunderous yet soundless explosion, it literally broke clean through an ice cold dwarf planet, known by humans as Pluto, shattering it into smithereens, making tiny and large debris scatter everywhere. The extremely dense object rampaged on and on, passing by four gaseous planets before entering the asteroid belt, narrowly missing Mars on its course towards a certain unfortunate blue planet called Earth. It hurled itself inside the planet's atmosphere, turning into a steaming ball of fire as it swooshed through the air until it finally impacted solid ground, causing an earth quaking boom that was most certainly heard and felt miles and miles away.

As the dust particles in the newly made crater settled, the large object was revealed to be an incredibly hard crystal-like ice rock, considering that not even the boiling temperatures of the Earth's atmosphere could melt it down. Inside the crystal-rock was a man that apparently was in a deep state of sleep. He was very tall, white skinned and though muscular he was still quite thin while his hair was a familiar shade of yellow-gold.

Moments later, the dense rock began to hiss softly, indicating that it was beginning to thaw out.

His eyes fluttered open, displaying his turquoise colored orbs.

(Special) Broly: Second Coming (1 of 2)

"Ugh why do I have to keep doing this?"

"Because I said so, now get your ass in the gravity room!"

At fourteen years old, Bra 'Vegeta' Briefs was quite the rebellious and snobby girl, always refusing to do what she was told to, even if it's just something as trivial as helping her mother bring in the groceries. As 'daddy's little girl', she has always gotten what she wanted as shown by the fact that she easily bends her father's will with simply…her eyes. The Saiyan Prince was a sucker for those radiant aqua orbs that reminded him so much of a certain fiery blue haired woman. It also didn't help that the spoiled teen was pretty much a carbon copy of said woman, from the matching hair and eyes, down to her sassy attitude. The only thing that she seems to have gotten from her father was the arrogant smirk that graced her lips upon getting her way. With her never ending line of clothing, shoes, and accessories such as jewelry and makeup, she was the true definition of a princess. Unfortunately, her father never wanted a princess, oh no, he wanted a Saiyan Princess and he was going get that even if he had to beat it out of her.

"But daddy, I'm not like you! I don't like all the blood and fighting! It's disgusting and besides, it ruins my nails! Do you know how long it takes to get them done again!?" the half Saiyan huffed out, crossing her arms stubbornly.

Vegeta growled and shoving her right into the gravity room roughly, causing her to yelp as she ended up skidding down against the burgundy floor. Her eyes watered from the impact, clearly disliking the way her father was mistreating her

"Ouch! This is abuse!" she cried out as she remained flat on the floor, pathetically.

Vegeta just rolled his eyes, knowing that her water works were bullshit. As much as her pained expression brother him, he refused to give in and instead covered his façade with a frown, followed shortly by a snort.

"I don't know where the hell you got this ridiculous display of behavior because even the woman doesn't do this! You're a Saiyan, so act the part!"

Bra rubbed her false tears away with the back of her hand, standing up with a heavy scowl plastered across her lips. "But I'm also a human, a human girl! So you should treat me like a lady!"

The Prince sighed. "Bra, we had a deal remember? I don't care what you do with your free time as long as you take two to three hours once a week to train with me. We have this blasted argument each damn time we are starting our sessions! It's already been over two months and I've had enough! Next time, I will shut you up with my fist before you open that rebellious little mouth of yours, so take that as a warning!"

The half Saiyan growled angrily as she placed her hands on her hips. "I'm still mad at you for embarrassing me in front of my friends! Now they talk crap behind my back, acting like I can't hear them!"

He smirked. "Then maybe you shouldn't be 'friends' with them. Or maybe you should show them their place by ramming a fist down their throats!"

"Always with the violence huh dad? Anyways I don't care for them anymore; I can easily make other better friends so they are officially cut from this point on! I mean who wouldn't want to be friends with such a gorgeous girl like me?" She boosted haughtily, examining her perfect manicured nails.

The next thing she knew, her flawless cheek was met with a hard fist that sent her flying across the room, making her smash harshly against the wall, the contact causing a gasp to escape from her lungs. The young teenager grasped her now bruised cheek, stroking it softly in order to lessen the throbbing pain. "Hey! You didn't even tell me to start yet!"

The Saiyan Prince smirked proudly. "I was testing you and you amazingly passed. You finally managed to remain conscious after the first sudden attack, though you should always pay attention to your opponent."

"Still, this isn't a real fight! I mean really-"

A loud sneer cut her sentence short as a heavily fist was launched towards her, causing her large aqua eyes to widen in panic, the attack coming closer and closer by the second. That's when they narrowed, the Vegeta side of her exploding right out as she ducked down, thrusted her own small fist at his stomach in which the Prince easily caught with his free hand, twisting it until she twirled sideways. The Princess used her hands to catch herself seconds before her face met the floor, pressed down, causing her to fly backwards until her back was flat against the wall. Vegeta dashed to his shaken daughter, balling up his hand into a fist, aiming for a quick knockout blow, but to his surprise she was able to capture it yet again.

She smirked, her eyes fleetingly turning turquoise, shocking her father as she nailed him across the face with a bone crushing punch, causing him to stumble backwards. There it is again! Just like a few weeks ago…her eyes… Not letting the opportunity go to waste, she sent a flying kick at his chest, connecting roughly as she then began to wildly attack him with punches and kicks, taking out her pent up frustration and anger on her father. Vegeta moved side to side, occasionally throwing in his own punches or blocking the attacks that were rather sudden.

This continued on for well over thirty minutes much to the Saiyan Prince's astonishment and that was saying something because she never when on this long non-stop. The odd part was that throughout the whole time, she never uttered one word, other than the grunts she released ever so often. Sure this has happened before, however this time it happened so much faster, almost as if an off switch was switched on. She was relentless, never letting up one bit and before he knew it, over three hours had passed.

At this point, the Saiyan Princess was not only drenched in sweat, but had patches of bruises spread across her abdomen, her sleeveless shoulders along with her once beautiful face now having nasty cuts and scrapes. He also noticed that her nose was leaking blood profoundly. That's when he realized that she was out of control and that maybe he had pushed her way to hard. He had to stop this before things turned for the worse.

As the wild half Saiyan continued her onslaught, he spoke. "Bra, I think that's enough!"

A wicked smirk appeared on her battered face as she finally spoke. "What's wrong daddy? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Vegeta's eyes widened at the crazed look that his daughter wore, catching him off guard as a ground shaking fist slammed against his open chest, sending him hurling backwards, only to halt himself a second later. Shortly after, his half Saiyan offspring was on him again but this time he was prepared as he caught her incoming fist with his hand, shoving it aside before delivering a powerful punch to her stomach, making her hunch forward and then finished with a swift roundhouse kick, sending her scraping against the tiled floor, cracking them as she slid along the way.

"I said that's enough Bra! We will continue this next week."

"No."

"What?!" He asked with disbelief.

"I said no." She hissed out once more as an odd aura began to spark around her small frame.

The Saiyan Prince looked on with interest as his daughter stood up slowly, her aura flashing brightly between blue-ish white and gold. Wait gold?!

"Calm down girl, you don't want-"

"No…No…" She mumbled, her wet aqua bangs hanging loosely over her eyes, making her expression look more ominous. Her body flinched as her ki spiked, her over fluctuating power began to rise higher and higher, her form slightly trembling.

"No-No-No-" Her eyes snapped upwards, her now turquoise orbs gazing into his shocked black ones, as her long sea-green hair started to change to gold, making her father step backwards in surprise. No way…

"Nooooooooo!" She shouted violently, as her body exploded into a vivid column of golden light, blinding the Saiyan Prince for a short time. "You said you wanted a Saiyan?! Well here I ammmmm!"

My daughter…is a Super Saiyan…

Her awesome aura continued to escalate as she continued to yell, her feminine voice echoing throughout the rocking gravity room, making the tiled floor crack more than it already was until it shattered completely. Her body bursted once again, this time blasting the awestruck Saiyan Prince across the room, causing him to ram right through the entrance door, making Bulma, who happened to be nearby, squeal loudly.

"Vegeta what-"

Bulma looked at the entrance of the gravity room and what she saw shocked the living hell out of her. "Whahhh! Bra? Honey…?"

She was unresponsive as she stared at the now stoic Vegeta, who had stood up the instant he landed outside of the room. The first ever female Super Saiyan glared at her father, who returned the same look. She's my daughter alright…

"Come at me father…" she taunted, arrogantly.

"Vegeta? Wh-what's wrong with her? What did you do-"

"Silence woman!" He snapped out. "Now move before-"

"Fine! I'll go to you then!"

Bra blasted off, rushing towards her father, who faded away, appeared behind her and chopped her right on the side of her neck, instantly knocking her out cold. Vegeta caught his now aquarium hired daughter on his arm, before turning her over, lifting her up and placing her over his left shoulder.

"What the hell was that?" Bulma asked, her hands placed against her hips.

Vegeta just smirked proudly. "The first ever female Super Saiyan."

DBZDBZDBZDBZ-A FEW HOURS LATER-DBZDBZDBZDBZ

"Mom?"

Upon hearing the voice of her daughter, Bulma Briefs tore her focus from her lab work. She cringed at the sight of her precious teenage girl that didn't look so precious anymore what with her red top and skirt tattered in hundreds of places. Her skin didn't look any better.

"Sweetie? Don't you think you should take those clothes off and take a shower?" the young girl's mother said carefully, not liking the way she was eying her. Why does she look so…serious?

"Can you do me a favor?" Bulma nodded. "Can you get me some training clothes? Preferable a mix between black and red."

Her mother looked at her in bewilderment, surprised at the request. When she had asked Bra weeks ago if she wanted a set of gi clothes, she refused, making it clear that she was only training because her father was pretty much forcing her to. So why ask for the training gear now? What changed?

Well not being one to ignore her daughter's wishes, she smiled warmly. "Sure sweetie. Are you sure you don't want to explain exactly how you want them to look? I don't want to have them made only for you come back to me with complaints."

Bra's face scrunched up thoughtfully, her index finger lightly tapping against her chin. "How about a black tank top, black belt, and red pants similar to Goku's lower outfit."

"…Okay." Bulma said, quickly pulling out a notepad nearby and writing down the request. "How about I throw in a pair of red weighted wristbands? Also what about for footwear?"

"Go ahead, I like that. As for footwear…" She paused, giving a Vegeta-like smirk. "Make em look just like dad's."

With that said, she briskly twirled around, heading up to her room to take a well-earned shower.

Vegeta, what did you do to our daughter? She said mentally as she watched her walk away.

DBZDBZDBZDBZ-THE NEXT WEEK-DBZDBZDBZDBZ

The Saiyan Prince waited rather patiently for his daughter, casually lending against the entrance door of the gravity room with his arms crossed. Vegeta had reminded her while leaving for school, like he always did, that under no circumstances was she to go out with those ditzy girls that she so calls friends to the mall on the days she has to train with him. He also made it quite clear, like he always did, that if she decides to disobey him, he would gladly drag her away from her friends like he did before. Of course that was a onetime thing because Bra was anything but stupid, as she knew that he would keep on doing it until she listened to him. He knew that he was acting very cruel towards her, but he felt that what he was forcing her to do was necessary because like it or not, he wasn't going to live forever. He wanted her to be a true warrior just like him in the case that if the Earth is put in danger, when he wasn't around anymore, she could protect it just as he did. He of course wasn't planning to die anytime soon.

Even though no one believed him, his daughter had no control over him whatsoever. He just lets her do whatever the hell she wants and unfortunately so does the woman. However, he wasn't going to lie to himself. He knew that those pretty aqua eyes caught him off guard more times than he could count and that in turn weakens his resolve. In fact the first thing she did while being held by the Prince on her birth date was latch her tiny chubby hands onto his finger and proceed to stuff it in her mouth. When he removed it, she began to wail loudly until he let her have his finger yet again, drooling all over it, much to his dismay. He attempted to reclaim his finger once more but upon looking at her large blue eyes, he let her have her way. Ugh I'm getting soft! Blast this planet!

The Saiyan's lips twisted into a tiny smile at the amusing memory as he then saw his wife walk into the nearby kitchen, her shoulder length hair a disheveled mess from working in the lab all night on who knows what. She hastily wiped her oily hands on her ruffled shirt before she swung the fridge door open, reaching in and pulling a pitcher of lemonade that her mother had freshly made with her own hands. She walked to the counter, placed the pitcher down and then poured herself a glass.

"So, do you happen to know what is wrong with her?"

"Who?" he asked, acting ignorantly.

Bulma gave him a deadpanned look. "Don't act like a smart ass, you know who!"

Vegeta shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"This whole past week she has been acting weird!"

"Weird? How so?" he asked, a bored expression gracing his face, indicating that he just didn't give a damn.

"Well for starters, she's been so serious! Every day since last week I've asked her how school went and every time I do, she just says 'fine'."

"And…"

Bulma's eye's widened with disbelief. "Vegeta, she never stops talking once I ask her that question! She just goes on and on!"

"So shouldn't you be glad that she doesn't anymore?"

"I know I should, but the fact that she just, you know, stopped doesn't make sense! Anyways if it was actually just that I'd be more understanding but it isn't! She's also very quiet throughout the whole day and during dinner she only speaks when she needs me to pass something to her. She's also eating more than her usual helpings and you know that she always eats normal human portions!"

Vegeta shrugged carelessly, already irritated and tired of this discussion. "Look, I don't care, maybe she's just going through one of those things you human's call 'phase' or 'the time of the month'."

"Ughh you're such a jackass! Just like you to not care about anybody except yourself. But look even after all that, that's still not my biggest concern."

The Saiyan Prince just raised a brow, waiting her to spit it out already.

"Vegeta, she beat up a few students in the school hallway yesterday! The principle had asked me to pick her up and when I looked at his face, he looked very nervous and uneasy! But that was most likely caused from the way Bra was looked at him. Anyways, when I asked him exactly what happened he told me that all he knew was what he had been told. When he was called to the hallway he saw three girls sprawled on the floor, each one having broken noses and shattered teeth. He was told that the girls on the floor are her closet friends, you know the ones she always hangs out with at the mall and what not. He went on to say that some said her hair changed to gold for a split second, but he took that as just people stretching the truth."

Vegeta eyes widened for a second. He then released a small terse laughter. Then it broke into a full one.

"This isn't a laughing matter you jerk! Our daughter could get expelled if she does it again!"

Much to Bulma's horror, the Saiyan just continued to laugh!

"Vegeta!"

Then he did the unthinkable…he smiled! I real one! Not a half-assed one or a smirk but a full blown smile! The blue-green haired woman began to panic. She couldn't even remember the stubborn man ever smiling like she was seeing right now! Not even on their wedding day and heck that day was surprisingly perfect, except for the fact that he looked extremely uncomfortable and just plain annoyed the entire time, grumbling every now and then.

"V-Vegeta…are you okay?" She asked, placing a hand against his forehead only to have him quickly swat the offending appendage away.

"I can't believe she actually did it! When I said that she should ram her fist down the ditzy girls throats' if they bothered her so much I didn't expect her to go through with it. In fact, if I recall, I told her to do it during our training session, the day she became a-" He froze.

Bulma looked at him worriedly as he suddenly grew very serious.

"Woman, call her and tell her to hurry up."

"Why? What's wrong?"

Vegeta sighed, finally pushing himself away from the gravity room door. "The Saiyan's were feared for many reasons, one being that their strength increases after every brutal battle, especially the ones that put them near death. That of course was one of the reason's Frieza feared us the most and ultimately killed them all by exploding our planet. Another reason is our demeanor, how we present ourselves. You think I act the way I do because I want to? I don't, it's just in our blood to act so…how do you say, cruel or 'rude'. That way, we would not succumb to weakness and be ruled over easily. Though my father ended up being a coward, he did raise me properly. Since I am a prince, I was raised to behave ruthless so I could one day become King and rule over our race the right way. So much for that huh…"

Bulma's expression softened. She always hated when he got all prideful and boosted about the Saiyan race only to end it in such a bad note, sadden that his entire race had been reduced to two, not counting the half Saiyans, since it was tainted with human blood. Though he didn't show it, his eyes did and that was enough to break her heart.

"Vegeta…where are you going with this?"

The Prince turned his attention to her. "Hnnn…look there is a reason why I said all that because I sure as hell didn't to receive your pity. The point I was trying to make was that even though Bra is only half Saiyan, those rules of Saiyan blood apply to her too. Believe me if she was a full Saiyan, she would not act in such childish manners. It's the human blood that dilutes not only her cruel violent Saiyan tendencies but her thirst for battle. Why do you think Kakarot's offsprings behave like human males in this backwater planet but when pushed into battle they act like Saiyans? Because their Saiyan blood kicks in upon entering a battle."

"But Goku doesn't act-"

"That's because he's a bumbling clown that must have gotten hit on the head as an infant or something because if I remember currently, from the little I saw of his father he sure as hell was nothing like him. Though if you haven't noticed, not only does he crave for battle, but he actually acts like a Saiyan when he is in it."

Bulma smiled, remembering the younger full Saiyan's stupid antics over the years. "You know, he did say his grandpa said he got hit-"

"I don't care for that clown's mental issues!" He snapped out, not wanting to waste one more second talking about his fellow Saiyan. "Listen, the way YOU raised the brat was akin to how those human princesses are raised, given everything they ever wanted. Since I never cared for what she did with her life so far and since you let her do whatever she wants, she has become utterly spoiled. I partially blame myself because I should have bonded more with her. And though she is angry with me for forcing all this on her, this is my way of actually trying to bond with her, since it's the only way I know how too."

His last sentence almost brought tears down her eyes, knowing that he really doesn't open up much at all. But he does have his moments, such as this one here. "Vegeta…"

"Bra…is simply overwhelmed, she does not know how to control herself and adding the fact that she just turned into a Super Saiyan a week ago doesn't help. I guess her transformation has completely awakened her Saiyan blood and I was not trying to, not just yet."

"Hmm so it's like she just started simple math, only to have calculus suddenly pushed at her, overwhelming her!"

"Yeah…sure" He replied, obviously not understanding what this 'calculus' was, though he has heard the word before. He wasn't an idiot, he just didn't understand some of what the humans are teached here. In fact, in less than five hours, he had pretty much read all of Bulma's books in her personally library, though he left out those silly fictional ones. Funny thing was that none of them talked about this 'calculus'. Maybe she has them in her lab?

"Woman, call the br-"

That's when their daughter decided to walk on in, carelessly flinging her backpack to the living room couch.

Vegeta eyed Bra, analyzing her face. She looked very pissed off…kinda like him. I like that… he thought with a smirk.

"Come now girl."

"Hold it father." She said abruptly, which made Vegeta frown as he didn't like the tone of her voice. The Saiyan Prince did take note that she called him 'father' instead of her usually 'daddy' or 'dad'.

Bra glanced at her mother. "Mother, did you finish what I asked you to do for me last week?"

Bulma tilted her head in confusion before her eyes widened in remembrance. "Oh! I did! It's in your room."

Bra nodded before telling her father that she'd be back in less than five minutes. True to her word she was back in record time, and her father had a look of bafflement upon seeing her new look and attire.

Her long sea-green hair was pulled into a low ponytail so that it wouldn't get in the way while she was training. Her stylish glistering red top was replaced with a black tight tank-top that stopped inches above her flat stomach and for her wrists she had the weighted red wristband that her mother had suggested. Her short red skirt was gone, replaced by a pair of ruffled loose red gi pants, which used a black belt to hold it in place. Lastly, she had her father's signature white and gold tipped boots.

Vegeta smirked, liking what he was seeing. "So I see you have decided to take your training more serious."

Bra's eyes briefly flickered turquoise before returning to normal. "Shut up and let's spar."

Vegeta opened the door to the gravity room, gesturing one hand towards the entrance. "As you wish my princess."

Then they both walked in, the door shutting behind them, thus leaving an astonished Bulma in hall adjacent to the living room and kitchen.

"Wow…"

DBZDBZDBZDBZ-THE NEXT DAY, NOONTIME-DBZDBZDBZDBZ

"Ouch! Come on dad no fair! You know I'm not as strong as you!"

"Aww come on Goten, I wasn't even a Super Saiyan while you are!"

The full blooded Saiyan, known as Goku hovered down from the air, landing softly on the short green grass as he then walked towards his seven year-old son, who rubbed the top of his noggin while leaning on the ground, slightly ruffling his golden spiked hair. His hair flickered back to normal, revealing that he was a spitting image of his father from his wild spiky hair, down to his signature gi attire. It also didn't help that he acted very much like him, having too much energy to even stand still for a second.

"Still, take it easy on me!" Goten complained, as he stood back up, preparing himself for a second round. "Let's go again!"

"I don't think so squirt."

"Big brother! You're back!" the miniature Goku exclaimed as he jumped into the taller half Saiyan's arms.

The full Saiyan's oldest son was now a bit taller than him. He wore a purple gi attire, similar to his mentor's, the Namek named Piccolo.

Goten smiled gleefully, wrapping one arm around his brother's neck as he faced the young woman next to him. "Hi Videl!"

"Hi Goten." She replied with a friendly voice.

The young woman, named Videl, was the daughter of Hercule Satan, the current Champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament. Despite being the 'World Champ', his daughter is easily stronger than he is, and that's before she began training under her boyfriend, Gohan. She had beautiful icy blue eyes and long black hair that was pulling into a set of pigtail, which rested loosely down her chest. She wore a plain white t-shirt which reached her tight black shorts and a pair of black fingerless gloves. For footwear, she wore a pair of black and green boots that almost touched her shinbones.

Goku walked up to the trio, giving them the famous Son grin. "Aww hey Gohan and Videl! What are you both doing here?"

Gohan blinked at his father. "Uhh dad, I live here too."

His father looked at the small round home behind him before breaking into a silly smile, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. "Heh so you do!"

His son slapped his own forehead in embarrassment as his girlfriend and little brother giggled, wondering why his father was so idiotic and clueless. I'm glad I didn't inherit his brain…

"Anyways, mom asked me to take Goten here to a carnival not too far from here…well if we fly of course. She said it'd be a good way to get him out of the house, since he spends every waking day here and goes no further than our backyard."

"Sure thing son! Want me to come?"

Gohan grimaced inwardly. "Uhhh that's okay dad, I think we'll manage without you for the day."

Goku, being well…himself just grinned, excepting his answer with no hard feelings. "Alrighty then! Well do you want to eat first? I'm starving! I can already smell the food Chi-Chi made from all the way over here!" He said, his mouth already watering.

"I do I do!" His young son hollered excitedly as he leaped from his brother's arms, right into his father's, who swung him in circles before placing him over his left shoulder. He then took off, both of them laughing happily along the way. Gohan sighed as he grabbed one of Videl's hands, tugging her towards his home.

Once everyone was seated, they all dug right on in, Goku and Goten being the only ones eating like slobbering pigs.

"You know, Gohan used to eat like that when he was younger." Chi-Chi said, as she slowly ate her meal. "Wait…no I'm wrong! He still does! It's just that he doesn't want to because you're here!" she added on, gesturing to Videl with her fork.

Gohan's face turned red as Videl laughed softly, her right hand covering her lips. "Gohan you don't need to be embarrassed!" She said, playfully punching the side of his arm.

Suddenly, his little brother stopped eating, cocking his head to the side when he noticed a small purple mark on the side of his big brother's neck. "Hey Gohan, what's that on your neck? Did Videl punch you there!? If she did, she must be strong! Can I train with her later!? Huh?!"

This time both Gohan and Videl turned as red as a tomato, the latter covering her face in mortification. Chi-Chi gave them both a knowing look while Goku just winked, much to his son's dismay.

Then the poor boy's mother squealed something that made both couples want the floor to open up and swallow them whole.

"Grandbabies!"

DBZDBZDBZDBZ-(SPECIAL)-DBZDBZDBZDBZ

"So Gohan, how long do you think it will take me to learn the Kamehameha? Because it's been weeks since you started trying to teach it to me! All I'm able to do so far is form a tiny ball!" the black haired young woman huffed out, using her hands in a cupping motion to illustrate her point.

Her boyfriend released a light laugh while scratching the black of his head nervously. "Hey, that's not bad at all! It took Master Roshi, you know the old man who trained dad when he was a kid, over fifty years to learn the move. Yamcha and Krillin took a few weeks to a month to learn it so don't worry, I'm sure you'll get it sooner or later. You're making good progress."

"Yet it only took you're dad one try to learn it and it took you a few tries to learn it also! Your little brother learned it right in front of me!" she cried out as they both made their way towards a hotdog stand for a quick bite to eat.

Gohan waved his hands comically. "Calm down! That's different! My family has a weird knack of learning things faster than others!"

"It also doesn't help that you're half alien either…" Videl muttered jealously as she then ordered her food, Gohan doing the same right on after.

Videl looked at him confusingly when she saw that he only ordered one hotdog and a small box of French fries. Then she remembered what his mother said during lunch at his house.

"Gohan, you don't have to be shy! Just eat as much as you want! I know that you will be hungry the second you finish that!" She said, her arms crossed firmly under her breasts.

The young Saiyan stiffened at the reminder as he then picked up his girlfriend's order off the counter and handed it to her before hastily grabbing his own. "You want anything to drink?" She shook her head. "I don't either."

Videl frowned, not liking that he all but ignored her scolding. She decided to let it slide for the time being.

"Do you think it was a good idea to let you brother run off by himself? I know he's capable of handling himself but still he's just a kid." She said as she ripped a piece of her hotdog from one of the end and flicking it into her month.

He ate his whole hotdog in just one bite and emptied the entire box of fires down his throat in less than a second. He swallowed first, then responded. "Yeah he'll be just fine! He'll locate my ki and find me when he's tired of messing around. Besides, I wanted to spend some more alone time with you." He said, flashing his pearly white teeth, making Videl's cheeks flush brightly.

Gohan's brows perked up when he saw the large Ferris-Wheel. "Hey, let's get on that." He said, jerking his thumb at the tall round ride.

Videl blushed again, refusing to make eye contact with him. "That's stupid! That would have been nice if we couldn't already fly!"

His expression saddened, feeling that it was indeed a silly idea. He knew that Videl was sort of tom-boyish and really disliked all that romance stuff. Heck, he didn't know much about it anyways, but at least he was trying. Upon noticing Gohan's change of mood, Videl realized that she was being very mean to him and decided to make it up. She placed her hand on his arm, catching his attention as she then floated to his eye level, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, making his eyes widen.

"You know what Gohan, I'd actually love to."

The half Saiyan smiled as she linked her arm around his while they made their way to the romantic ride.

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A tall slim but muscular man, standing well over seven feet, walked aimlessly through a grassy plain area, obviously completely lost. He had woken up merely hours ago only to find himself alone in a vast rocky mountain. Not knowing where he was or where to even go, he just began to walk at a leisure pace until he happens to come across to some form of civilization. Moments later, he did and to his amazement he saw easily hundreds of people walking and running about, yelling and laughing jubilantly. As he carried on, bumping into some of the civilians much to his annoyment, he suddenly spotted a familiar spiky haired Saiyan, though he looked much younger than he last remembered. The boy seemed to be extremely focused on some kind of game, using an odd plastic object. Every time he would pull the trigger on the object, it would spray what looked like a liquid substance, presumably water. The water would then hit one of the sets of circular targets until he had ultimately gotten them all.

The lanky man scowled. He didn't like the wild haired Saiyan for reasons he couldn't recall but then again it didn't matter. All he knew was that he had a strong urge to get rid of him by any means necessary. That's when the memories suddenly came flooding back to him. He instantly started trembling, his fist clutching tightly as the fleeting memories all reassembled in its rightful place.

"Kakarot…" He whispered as he remembered the spiked haired Saiyan wailing as a child.

"Kakarot…" He said, this time a bit louder as he remembered seeing him again, though it was at an unknown planet. At this point, he was walking pretty fast, shoving the people in his way, causing them to eye him with anger.

"Ka-Kakarot…" His pace increased as he remembered breaking free from his father's, Paragus, mind-control, eventually ending his life.

"Kakarot!" Finally, he remembered his fight with the Z-Warriors and his defeat by the Saiyan known as Goku by the Earthling.

"KAKAROOOOTT!" He bellowed, startling the dozens of people near him as he then erupted into a radiant shade of gold, blowing everyone in his way.

His feet ripped right through the ground as he blasted towards the unaware little Saiyan, who still had his focus on his water gun targeting game. Once within reach, the tall man hammered one large fist straight across the young Saiyan's cheek, sending him spiraling in the air until he smashed right into a food stand, causing all the bystanders to gasp in horror.

A particular man, the guy who was running the small food stand walked up to the fallen half Saiyan, looking at him with bewilderment. Goten stood up slowly, flinching slightly when he felt the pain shooting from the wounded cheek.

"Uhh, son? Are you okay?" the man asked, wondering how the hell the kid was still alive after an attack like that.

Goten didn't respond because he was feeling rather woozy. He regained his bearings moments later as he then saw the man who punched him stalking towards him, like a predator about to hunt its prey.

"Hey, that wasn't very nice!"

"Kakarot!"

The child looked at him with puzzlement. "Kakarot? Is that some kind of carrot? Wait! That's what Vegeta calls dad!" Just then he noticed that the man had golden hair and turquoise eyes, causing his own eyes to brighten with excitement.

"Hey! You're a Super Saiyan! Cool! Are you-"

The poor boy was silence yet again by a fist to the face, sending him further then last time, resulting in an uproar as everyone in the current area began to scream in panic, running madly like their life depended on it—which it did.

Not wasting a second more, the tall Super Saiyan's aura came to life as he shot on off to the airborne half Saiyan, determined to end his life.

"KAKAROOOOTT!"

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Gohan and Videl, who had been in a heated makeout session, pulled away from each other when they saw and heard all the commotion below.

"Gohan? What's happening?" The pigtailed woman asked worriedly.

The half Saiyan's appearance hardened when he felt a sudden spike of ki not too far from where they were at. "I don't know, but that's what I'm about to find out."

They both hopped off the Farris Wheel, landing on solid ground. Gohan then faced his girlfriend and grabbed both her shoulders. "Videl, you stay here and if for whatever reason things get worse, get out of here."

She stubbornly shook her head. "No! I'm not going to leave you alone! I'm coming with you!"

"No, just stay put." He said before taking off. As he made it a few feet into the sky, he faced her again. "I mean it Videl." He then left.

The woman frowned, her icy blue eyes narrowing angry. "You don't tell me what to do you jerk…"

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Not even ten minutes passed and Goten was already beaten into a bloody pulp, as the crazed Super Saiyan was absolutely ruthless, never letting him have a moment of rest. At some point, he had turned into a Super Saiyan also but it was fruitless against the mad Saiyan, whose powerful fist could shatter concrete walls as if they were cardboard boxes.

The kid Saiyan returned to his base form, not being able to maintain the transformation any longer as he clutched his left bruised eye, which was sealed shut. He coughed out a wad of blood as he faced the raged filled older Saiyan, who was preparing to deliver the final blow.

"Wh-why are you hurting m-me?" He said as a single tear leaked from his one good eye.

The crazed Saiyan said nothing and instead just laughed evilly as he hurled the final blow. Goten shut his right eye, ready for certain dead but it never came. When he opened his eye it widened when he saw his older brother, now bathed in an aura of golden light, wrestling the mad Saiyan away from him.

"Big Brother…"

Gohan pulled away from the tall Saiyan once he was sure he was a safe distance away from his beaten brother; he then cracked his fist against his temple, sending him tearing through the ground until he crashed right into the emptied little area that held the bumper cars.

"Goten, are you okay?" Gohan asked with concern. He still stayed put, not willing to get near his brother since he didn't want to put him in harm's way.

The battered half Saiyan coughed, splattering more blood on the ground, making Gohan wince, hating the poor state he was in. "I'm alright…uhh Gohan, who is that guy? He just attacked me for no reason."

Gohan grimaced. "His name is Broly. He's a full blooded Saiyan that we met years ago on a very distance planet. From what Vegeta told me, he is known as the Legendary Super Saiyan across many Galaxies. Me and the other's thought our father killed him all those years ago but apparently we were wrong. He most likely attacked you because you look like dad. He has some kind of a grudge against him, I don't know why though."

"But Brother, me and you are also Super Saiyan's so why-"

"Listen Goten, there is a difference between Super Saiyan and Legendary Super Saiyan. It's a different more powerful transformation. Fortunately, he's currently a normal Super Saiyan, but I'm pretty sure he's transform sooner or later."

Goten's eyes lifted with surprise, trying to make sense of the information he was told. "Is he stronger than a Super Saiyan 2?"

"I hope not…"

Gohan's eyes broaden when he noticed that Broly was gone. "Huh? Where he-"

"Gohan! LOOK OUT!" A certain pigtailed girl cried out in warning, but it was too late.

A hard fist nailed him on the back, causing him to smash right into the ground, creating a deep crater. Broly reached into the ditch, pulling up the half Saiyan by the back of his gi shirt before tossing him up into the air, blasting on after him at breakneck speed. He slammed his fist against his chest, sending him soaring downwards, only to have him intercept the dazed half Saiyan with a bone crushing kick to the shoulder, making him bounce like a rag doll into a few food stands, until he broke into a water gun range. Not letting up, the evil Saiyan charged to the floored Gohan, getting ready to hit him once more, only to have the son of Goku roll out of the way before leaping upwards, removing himself from danger. As Broly hit nothing but solid ground, Gohan dropped downwards, driving both his feet to the smalls of his back. He then sprung off of him, placing one hand over the other as he prepared to launch one of Piccolo's signature ki attacks.

"Masenko-Ha!" He hollered, shooting the yellow ki blast towards his hunching foe, who switched his focus on it.

Broly easily bats it to the side, sending it crashing right into the Farris Wheel, making it exploded into millions of pieces. The raging Saiyan created a large yellow energy ball within his right palm and let it loose at Gohan. The half Saiyan hastily cupped his hands to his side and began chanting his father's signature move.

"Kamehameha!"

He released the large energy blast from his cupped hands, sending it hurling to the other Saiyan's ki attack, making them collide into a bream struggle.

That's when Broly rage reaching its peak, causing him to burst into a brilliant sphere of golden-green light, making him not only taller, but increase his muscles mass. His tamed golden hair spiked wildly, spreading all over the place as his turquoise orbs disappeared entirely, leaving only the white sclera behind.

"Oh no!" Gohan cried out with fear as the huge Saiyan's blast overwhelmed his, taking him along with it.

Videl's blue eyes widened with panic as she cried out his name, Goten's voice echoing right on after.

Just then a wild haired Saiyan, with locks that mirrored Goten's, fazed into view with two fingers pressed against his forehead, throwing a staggering hard fist to the insane Saiyan's face, making him stumble backwards faintly. He then activated his Saiyan transformation before delivering a roundhouse kick to the large man's ribs, sending him spiraling into the sky. Goku's eyes narrowed as he slapped two fingers to his forehead again, vanishing from sight. Seconds later, he reappeared near his youngest son and Videl, with the battered but conscious Gohan in hand. He placed his eldest son beside his girlfriend, who crouched down and pulled the half Saiyan's head onto her lap, watching him with concern.

"Dad!" Goten exclaimed happily. He was going to jump in his arms but realized that he couldn't since he was too wounded to move, so he remained seated.

Goku said nothing for a few seconds. "Goten, Gohan, listen very careful. This is my fight, since he wants me so stay out of this-"

Gohan's eyes enlarge with disbelief. "But dad-"

"You didn't let me finish! Look I want you both to stay out of this and if I happen to fail, then go ahead and give it all you got. I'm sure Vegeta and the other will be on their way soon anyways so don't worry. Besides, you're both hurt so get your strength back and remain on standby."

His sons nodded understandingly as Goku's attention switched to the direction Broly was sent off to, waiting for him to stomp into view. Sure enough he did, and he didn't look too happy what with his body shaking with rage and his teeth grinding bitterly.

"Kakarot!" He roared out, his sickly green circular aura igniting violently.

"You want me? Come and get me!" The Earth raised Saiyan yelled back, his own aura bursting to life.

A/N: What did you think? Not enough action, well the next part will have that. I'm having a very hard time with the next part, though im loving how it's turning out so far.

I can't stress this enough, if I don't get any kind of acknowledgement for this, I will not make another special but I will of course continue the main story. I didn't plan this, it just mind raped me out of nowhere, seriously!

Well see ya next time, take care and of course feedback is welcomed.

(Posted: 1-17-2014)

(Edit: 1-18-2014: I took down the solo post of the special and moved it here even though i said i wasn't. Yeah yeah i'm all over the place! Wanna fight about? =P)

(Revised: 1-26-2014)

~Gater~