Vegeta looked around him. He'd found himself to be in one of the slums of his home planet. The place was oddly familiar and the feeling of the world around him being immense was oddly familiar. He studied his gloved hands, wondering why he felt like he'd shrunk a whole foot and was surprised to discover that the hands attached to his bony arms were that of a child. "Hey Veg, what're you spacing out for?!" The voice came from behind the young prince and just as he turned to face its owner something heavy hit him in his back and sent him flying forward, tumbling into a nearby building.
Dizzied by his sudden crash course in architecture, the sound of a young boy laughing blocked out all other sounds. Vegeta had always hated being mocked and this kid knew it all too well. "So much for the prince of all Saiyans eh? Yeesh, maybe you should let me take over for ya!" Enraged, Vegeta instinctively rose to his feet and an explosive aura envelloped him, blasting away the entire building. "Shut up you freakin' buffboy! Take this!" The prince charged energy into his right fist and unleashed it as a beam aimed at the child. Wasting no time, he dashed to the side and hurled himself at his opponent, his left fist raised. His assailant simply raised his hand and charged it, using it to block the beam. He knew Vegeta's attack pattern like the back of his hands, having spent most of his life sparring with him and so he rushed headfirst towards the prince, planning on grabbing his hands and delivering a swift knee to Vegeta's chin.
The prince smirked. 'He fell for it,' he thought as his body began to fade. Reappearing behind the boy, Vegeta would have loved to see the shock on his friend's face. Within a second he'd charged an impressive amount of energy into his left fist and unleached it upon the boy's back, making it his turn to be sent flying into a building.
Gently the heir to the Saiyan throne landed on his feet, a satisfied smirk curling his lips.
"Hehehe what's the matter Broly? I told you, you rely on your strength to much!"
With a shock Vegeta woke up from his slumber. This time he was in a dark room. He looked around, his eyes quickly adjusting to the lack of light. Before long he could see a beautiful woman lying next to him. He recognized her as his wife. Realizing it'd all just been a dream, he lay back down in bed, wrapping an arm around Bulma's waist and scooting up close to her so he could smell her hair. Since his stay with her for the past few years he'd started to find her scent soothing.
Well... Usually it worked. Annoyed, Vegeta noticed he was wide awake by now and that he wouldn't be falling back asleep any time soon. He sighed and slipped out of bed. Wearing just a pair of navy boxers, which happened to be his favorite color, he walked out of the bedroom. As he pressed the button to unlock the sliding door he looked back at her. "Feh... Sleeping through everything as always..." The prince walked through the corridor, heading for the kitchen. He had the disgusting taste of morning breath in his mouth and felt like rinsing it out.
He couldn't help but wonder though. Why was he remembering all this now? What significance could a childhood friend have to him?
The face of the young boy appeared before his mind's eye and it hit him. Though he remembered this child as being just eight years old, there was definitely a resemblance...
Broly, his childhood friend, looked a great deal like his very own son, Trunks!
Ofcourse not while his son would be in his regular form, but as a Super Saiyan his hair style along with the shape of his face resembled Broly's a great deal. The more Vegeta thought about it, the more the two faces merged until the end result was two identical faces, one labelled "son", the other "Broly".
Meanwhile, at the apparent "border" between the West and the North galaxy a string of exploding planets formed a path of destruction for a green flash that seemed to be dashing from planet to planet like an odd combination between a comet and a pinball.
Inside the flash a tall man laughed maniacally. Just days before on one of Freeza's colonies, a lowly being was able to tell him that the person he seeked had taken refuge on a planet in the Northern Galaxy. Even at this mindblowing pace it would take the Super Saiyan several days to arrive on the planet. But that didn't bother him. All he could think about was how close he was to his prey.
"You're mine Vegeta! Bwahahahaa!" Broly stopped landing on the planets inbetween and instead sped up, flying in a straight line, heading straight for planet Earth.
On one planet, far beyond the Saiyan's reach, King Kai heard a familiar voice calling him out. He opened the door and walked outside, seeing a familiar face waiting for him.
"What do you want, West Kai? I was watching my favorite show."
The muscular pink-skinned being looked down at him and cocked his head, almost tempted to wonder if the North Kai was serious or if this was one of his many lame jokes.
"I'm sure you've sensed it by now... The destructive force plowing through the galaxies."
"Yes," the North Kai said, glaring at his peer through his round sunglasses. "You'd think a Kai would take care of his own mess, instead of ignoring it until it goes away. I take it you want me to clean up after you?"
The West Kai silently nodded, his pride visibly hurt.
King Kai sighed. "You're about as useful as Bubbles... You're lucky I know just the right person to deal with this kind of threat. It's been a while since I last saw Goku anyway..."