Chapter 1- "The Legendary Super Saiyan Speaks"

Broly roared, he always did. His hands covered in blood, everyone knew a scientist had died. It didn't take long until they found the body of the scientist on the floor near his cell. The scientists looked at him, he just wasn't going to stop. There was no way his outrage would be stoppable. He only rested when he did it too far, otherwise he was awake all the time to watch every move the gifted scientists made. He wasn't afraid to break them like he did the other ten, he was always ready to kill them no matter what.

Broly looked at them, "You're all scum, every last one of you! This race is the race that'll one day kill itself for manifestation. Pathetic!"

One scientist looked up, "How do you know that?! All you do is kill and destroy, is that all you know how to do?!"

Broly laughed evilly, "My dear scientist, I've seen it all before. How many planets do you think I've destroyed by now? This one is next."

"Didn't you ever have a family, Broly? Ever once in your life?"

Broly paused, "Why should I go back that far? I don't think you'll understand, are you sure you'll be able to listen, scum?"

The scientists gathered around, everyone wanted to know of his past. Broly growled, he now regretted talking. He refused but then he decided that maybe the scientist should be aware of how his power was given to him and that on the day he was born, a curse would follow him for the rest of his life. Broly sat down and growled as he began thinking back.

He glared at them, "This could bring me to outrage but if you all want to take that risk then be ready to fall in your grave." Broly laughed evilly.

Broly began remembering and began speaking:

Broly's P.O.V

I was born on a planet called Planet Vegeta. My race was of tough, war loving, and powerful people called Saiyans. I had just been born and put into the maternity unit with all the newborn Saiyans. That was the day I was placed next to Kakarot, the biggest mistake those doctors made. In Saiyan legend, Saiyans born on the same day and the one who was dominate made the other cry in fear causing endless crying. I guess you could say it scars me for life and it still does. So, I developed a deep hatred for the Saiyan Kakarot.

When they had come to check on me, they realized my power level was incredible. It was at 10,000 while Kakarot's was at a measly 2. It was very unheard of for a newborn Saiyan having such power that surpasses all the elite Saiyans, I already had the power of super Saiyan and so that began the curse that would haunt me forever.

My father came to see me as they told him what they found out about me. He went into shock and thought right a way that it was a good thing when in all the Saiyans' eyes it was a curse. I was brought to King Vegeta right away, his eyes were cold. He looked straight at my father who was fighting for my survival at that point.

"King Vegeta! Please, spare my son, he could do well with being in line with all the Saiyan warriors!"

King Vegeta glared, "His power level is too great, he would only cause destruction as he grows older! I'm going to have him executed immeditaley.

"King Vegeta! You can't do this, he's my son!"

My father shouldn't have spoken out against the king and he got attacked by the king for it. Then he went back the maternity unit and picked me up by my foot and took me to a room to make sure death took me away. I screamed and cried and then he took the exection weapond and slit my stomach as I bled out and cried.

We were thrown out like trash in a trench and left to die. As soon as that happened, Frieza, an enemy of the Saiyan race invaded the planet and destroyed the planet. I woke up to the strong light and took my father's hand, the planet was about to explode and I got him to safety on another planet. I guess you could say that my father always stood by me no matter what happed. I don't understand why he just didn't abadon me the first time.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Our home planet was destroyed and so we had to go to another one for the rest of our lives. I began growing up but it wasn't always easy to handle me once I hit my teenaged years, I was always a problem and my father couldn't always keep up with me and that fine day when I did damage to his left eye. I was in a rage and had elbowed him hard in his left eye, I thought it was a joke but I did damage. This continued on and on until my father wasn't going to have anymore of it, he gpt a device by a scientist and put it on when I was sleeping. I couldn't outrage anymore and he basically controlled me.

The day that device broke was when I saw Kakarot. I hadn't seen him since we both were born. That was the day my father knew I couldn't be controled anymore, all the rage I kept broke the device and it couldn't handle my growing power level and I went straight for Kakarot. Everytime I see him, all the bad memories come back and all the rage must go toward him. I hate him so much and he hates me. So our relationship is archrivals or hate rivals, it doesn't matter, I'll always hate him!

End Of P.O.V

There was complete silence. All the scientists couldn't believe it. They looked at each other then at Broly who was surprisingly calm after telling them his sufferings. Only two fell asleep at Broly's tale of suffering as he began growling.

"I knew it, the both of them are scum! Fell asleep during the story!" Broly replied, "Well, you'll just have to fill them in on the Legendary Super Saiyan!"

The scientists realized they weren't just dealing with something not human, they were dealing with something rare. They all went back to studying and working as soon as the noon bell went off.

A scientist approched Broly, "...How, Broly? How do you survive all this?"

Broly smirked, "Pathetic human, if only you understand what true power is in the univererse...I don't think about unless Kakarot is around."

The scientist sighed, "I don't know how you live everyday knowing this all happened."

Broly looked out beyond the window, he watched the children playing across the road. He just laughed evilly as he went back to watching the scientist ran around getting information and forming data on computers. Broly continued to laugh at all the scientists, now they wanted to know what was going on.

"Don't you see, pathetic pieces of scum...The children...They won't know now but later they'll see..."

The head scientist questioned Broly, "The manifestation theorem of yours Broly...Is that what you're saying?"

"What else would I be saying?! You will all kill yourselves because of manifestation, I'll still be here..."

Broly continued to laugh, it was rich to him. Just the thought of it made him laugh because he knew some of the humans on earth didn't care weather it happened or not. He just continued to laugh and laugh. The scientists were deep in thought over if Broly was right or not but they went back to measuring his blood count.

A scientist fell over, "The medications have no effect...We'd have to drug him 20 times over what a human would need...In order to have him sedated we need...3,678 mg of medication...That's..."

Broly continued to laugh, "I told you, I'm not human, good luck knowing what medications work and which are no good!"

The scientists continued to work as if it was no big deal. The other scientist couldn't believe at how they were acting, a scientist was put to rest this morning. Had they forgot about him already?

Broly just continued laughing, "Trust me, the people who died didn't give a damn to think twice before handling me! They knew it was dangerous...So why attempt to sedate me?

"Because..." Said one scientist, "We risk our lives every damn day to fix you! We always put our lives on the line...It's because of the government."

Broly just sat down and looked away. He didn't care about the government, they were the ones who always humiliated him and treated him like garbage. He could never forgive those people, no one knew only the scientists who bared to listen to his sorrow. It was a true sorrow eventhough Broly never though of it like that.

He was evil and that's how he always was.

Broly looked at the lab, he hated it. It was always so stiff and so boring to him. He could care less about science, he didn't understand why humans were so interested in it and why they had jobs either. Broly never served a purpose unless it was to destroy and kill that was his purpose.

A scientist checked on him again, "Broly..." He said while opening up the cage, "You have to be in the middle of the street now."

Broly growled, "NO! ENGGH! NO! I never want to see the chains again! They're liars, they said they'd never do it again! I'll rip THEM!"

Broly felt the the chains go around his neck, he couldn't believe this was happening. He roared and cursed at the police outside, he hated every authority figure on Earth that walked. It was their fault he suffered all this pain, torment, and agony.

He looked back as he was dragged into the middle of the street. A scientist looked at him, he was now blue eyed. Broly didn't understand why it always went that way.

He looked to the skies and wondered what purpose he really did serve.

That's Chapter 1, Please R&R.