The Legend of Broly

by Demod20

What is the origins of the Legend that was the mightiest Super Saiyan born, Broly? A tie-in series to the Vegeta Chronicles, this re-tells the hours of Broly's birth and the eve of Planet Vegeta's destruction, as he and his father, Paragus, narrowly escape their home planet's destruction.

2. The Road to Destiny

THE LEGEND OF BROLY

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Chapter 2 - The Road to Destiny

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Alive.

It was the one thing that kept him sane as his body was careened away from the erupting surface of his home planet. The very world that he struggled, as a child, to be free from the oppression of the racially bigoted and advanced society of the Tuffles. He sacrificed friends and family, even bled to near death during that war. It only took a single instant for their way of life to be forked over to a tyrannical overlord, who sought to use them like dogs until he disposed of them all himself. Salvation was within their reach, and he had been betrayed in his final hours.

It felt as if the gods of old and the Universe as a whole was laughing at him, for trying to do the right thing.

However, his gut told him something else. As he tore his eyes away from the exploding world he lived his whole life upon, he saw the golden haired child in front of him. Enveloped by an aura of transparent emerald light, and filled the space within with a yellow flare, Paragus watched as his child carried him away from the detonating world far behind them.

Within the despair he felt, he knew that there was a glimmer of hope. His son is the Legendary Super Saiyan!

"Selary," Paragus closed his eyes, tears leaking down his cheeks as he choked out sobs, thinking his last thoughts to his deceased mate, "I know you may not have been able witness your son's awakening, but I know you're proud of him. Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to restore the Saiyan race. With our son at the helm, he will bring Freeza and his family to their knees. I swear this to you!"

Though his son wouldn't see his tears, he would understand his pain. It was that very pain that gave birth to the fire coursing through his infant limbs, his blood boiling with an intensity he never knew before. Letting out another pained scream, a crack within space would be emitted from dozens of bio-electric tendrils blasting from their emerald shield. In an instant, it turned into a golden shooting star, streaking into the star-filled horizon and disappearing out of sight.

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Freeza Planet 0197 "Historia", Age 737

In the far corners of the World Trade Company's control, Paragus and his son would find themselves crash landing upon a mining colony, based upon the planet formerly known as Historia.

The planet, having been conquered in the early days of the Saiyan race's "employ", was relatively unguarded, as it was on the outskirts of the empire and not targeted by pirates due to its obscure location. Surrounded by a field of ice covered asteroids, the planet glittered like a rainbow colored gem in the field of blackness, circling an azure colored star as it spun its field of protective rocks in a perpendicular angle towards the Sun facing it.

Thankfully, the pair of survivors landed on the dark side of the planet, avoiding any detection from any acute Scouter technology they may have. Upon their landing, they would create a considerable seared trench along the mined soil. It seemed like a good third of the world had been sapped of its resources since its purge and takeover, making it seem more like a scarred gem than a beautiful one.

Rising from the charred earth, Paragus would discover two things.

One, his child was alive and well, but had passed out amidst the charred rubble. His small and fragile looking body breathed deeply, seemingly one again blissfully unaware of the turmoil they experienced mere hours ago.

The second thing was Paragus' own condition. Despite having suffered a great many injuries during his battle against King Vegeta and those who swore allegiance to him, he saw that the majority of his wounds had healed. Though most of his garments, save for small shreds of his undergarments and boots, he had been miraculously recovered from all wounds inflicted upon himself. He even felt his tail twitch, as it had regrown during the flight back.

Even the scathing wounds that Broly had suffered through, whatever would pass off as injuries, seemed to be gone. The only thing he was bereft of was his prided symbol as a Saiyan. His tail, having been correctly severed as an infant, couldn't regrow even through the miraculous healing powers his new form possessed. His Oozaru form would be out of reach, and he would be forced to rely on his own martial talents.

But to his father, such petty things as old traditions of tail and tail-less mattered not. His son shed the skin of the old and brandished the new generation. He is the Super Saiyan of legends, one of which Paragus will not let squander.

Rising to his feet, he would walk over to his son's side. Kneeling down, he picked up his vulnerable form and cradled his child in his arms. He caressed his sleeping face tenderly, his eyes staring down at him thoughtfully. His hair reminded him of his wife, a lingering painful reminder of his prior life now long gone. Holding him close to his bare chest, he whispered lowly, "Thank you, for protecting your father, Broly."

Raising his eyes, he saw distant lights, indicating the direction of the outpost for the mining colony. With a grim pair of narrowed onyx orbs, he uttered in a dark promise, "From this point on, I'll do my part, to the best of my ability!"

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Journal Entry #1, Age 737:

Its been quite a long time since I've bothered to take personal logs, depicting my thoughts and the events that transpire around me. Not since I was but a child, fighting on behalf of the Saiyan race and under his majesty, King Vegeta. Though its fair to say the late King Vegeta, considering the hellfire my son and I escaped, but more on that later.

About six hours ago, I struck out on foot to approach the mining colony's base of operations. Luckily, I found it to be lightly guarded, allowing me to bypass security with ease. Their power levels were so negligible, that sneaking up on them was child's play, no pun intended as a new father. Snapping necks with one arm may sound difficult, but Broly was a sound sleeper, most likely due from the long flight to the planet (more on that later as well.)

I think I killed all but the last three of the staff, for interrogation purposes of course. I gave two of them an ultimatum as I tore out their comrade's organs out in front of their eyes: Tell me what I need to know, or you'll go out as painfully as he does. Help me, and I might let you both live.

Laughter came out of my mouth when I saw one of them piss himself in fright, confirming just how cowardly Freeza's troops were in mass under his employ.

In any case, what I learned wasn't easy to swallow.

An intergalactic message was sent out across all Planet Trade Company territories. Planet Vegeta was destroyed by an enormous meteor, causing the world to explode and instantly kill all those inhabiting it. A short moment of silence was endowed by Captain Ginyu of the Ginyu Force, for all the Planet Trade "employees" who worked on Planet Vegeta. Not that I give a damn about what that stooge of Freeza said, or what they were telling the entire Universe was a blatant and horrible lie.

I know better than anybody that there are at least a hundred Saiyans of credible and undoubted strength still lingering upon the fringes of Planet Trade space. Any more were little more than grunts in the employee of the Planet Trade, easily expendable and were little more than liabilities. Their deaths would go unnoticed, tragically, in the long run.

But when I asked exactly what time that was sent out, they told me something I also had to swallow: The message was played three months ago!

I was flabbergasted at first, but I quickly came to my senses as I realized the time accordingly for how long Broly had sustained our lives and flew us across space. Naturally, due to us flying at a drastically different rate and speed, I knew it might have taken a long period of time, but three months? How could Broly simply sustain himself, let along myself, for 120 (give or take) days with no proper sustenance. Was the power of the Super Saiyan so extraordinary?

My next question had me even more perplexed, something that I was starting to realize was becoming a habit for me. I asked them how far away was the Vegeta system from the planet I found myself situated. They told me it was near the border of the Eastern and Southern Quadrants, the Diathelius systems. Such a place was hardly within Freeza or anyone of his wretched family's control, as much of the Southern Quadrant was untapped and unknown by the Planet Trade's or its plethora of customers.

It explained the fringe appearance of the world, having the majority of its resources sapped over a good period of time. He knew that while the Northern Quadrant was the primary source of worlds capable of sustaining and bearing life for a wide array of species, he knew that the Southern Quadrant's Diathelius Systems were hostile but full of excavation projects.

But I knew for certain that Planet Vegeta resided within the Northern Quadrant's outer rim bordering the Eastern Quadrant. The fact that in three months time, Broly had taken us to a planet that happened to be an approximated straight line from our own world? I couldn't fathom what kind of boon he had, from the amount of incalculable luck they had.

Because of the genuine happiness I had for the situation, I decided to spare the two surviving members of the Planet Trade. They obviously weren't warriors, being more of a maintenance staff for the command center, and knew more about the Diathelius Systems than I ever did. Using their expertise, I decided to hatch a plan: Attract the rest of the Elites nearest to me, and gain their loyalty.

I know for a fact that even as my son is now, he is no match for Freeza. His power, despite being publicly measured as a demonstration of the Scouter technology to us for the first time, was most likely a paltry sample to what else he had in store. I don't know if its two times or three times, but I have a hunch that Freeza's power can multiply, just like the Saiyans. A distinct fact why he would fear us, for the legend itself was more real than he could justify simple paranoia.

Once I sent out a signal on the channel that only those I've fought alongside or trained personally would know, I decided to make the mine a temporary fortress. The number of miners, while suffice to say were of a good number, were hardly in a position to rebel if they knew how little enforcers were left to monitor their progress. My power has grown to heights I never thought possible, and I know that my son will surpass my own limitations before he learns how to even talk.

Which reminds me...while it will take time to hear back from supporters in the future, I should really start on educating Broly. If anything, he will need to be much more than a simple warrior. He will need to know what the next generation should know. Our laws, culture, customs, rite of passage, combat, and even the more mundane things. If all goes well, we will need to rebuild the empire en mass, and Broly will need to be the wisest and strongest of us all in every way he should.

How am I supposed to accomplish all of this? By the void, I can only wonder how.

Ah! The child is awake. I should probably tend to his...eh, needs, before I find an incident I DON'T want to deal with.

Ending Entry

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Paragus sighed as he set down the holo-pad. Since he took over the Overseer's own quarters, he found the spartan style of comfort to be appropriate and more comfortable than any fancy accommodations higher-ups may have taken up within the more prestigious areas of Planet Trade space. With only a spare cot, a desk, and a small circular window with a view of the station they were based at, it felt like almost any other mission he took upon with his Elites.

He could hear Broly whimpering in the makeshift nursery he made out of the former security quarters. Compiled of only a single, formerly bunk bed, with the rest of the cots turned sideways and dismantled around him. Currently it was a bit of haphazard, but considering it was the first night, he would fix it up a bit later.

"What is it, Broly?" Paragus inquired, as he stepped through the open door-less doorway, another renovation he made while invading the mining outpost.

"Da...Da..." Broly uttered out, small droplets of tears streaming down his cheeks. His eyes stared up in a pleading, pathetic manner. It was completely contrasting to the fierce look of determination his emerald orbs had when he rescued his father from certain destruction.

"Spare your tears, child," Paragus grumbled lowly, turning his gaze away from the infant whom laid in the center of the cot, in the center of the ramshackled room with little light save for the gleam of artificial light beyond his room, "its unbecoming of the salvation of our race to cry. Especially when we have a long road ahead of us to get you prepared for-"

"Ma-Ma...gone," Broly blubbered out, holding his face with his tiny hands as he whimpered into them softly over and over, "ma-ma...gone...ma-ma..."

Selary. The love of his life and the heiress to an incredible bloodline of warriors. While it wasn't customary to feel anything beyond mutual passion of bloodshed and warfare between each other as mates, Paragus felt something incredible between them that he had never felt for another in his life. Beautiful as the most precious jewels in the galaxy and compassionate to those who she trusted, she was a rare Saiyan in his eyes.

"Just another life that Freeza had stolen from me. One that our late King ensured I'd never see again," Paragus thought bitterly, looking down at an upraised right fist, clenching with enough audible force to crack his knuckles, "damn you, Freeza! Damn you, Vege-!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!~"

When he heard the very audible cries of Broly, his vengeful reverie was broken, bringing him back to the present. With a belated sigh followed with a reluctant growl, Paragus stomped over to Broly's bedside.

Scooping up Broly's crying form under one arm, draping him in an almost comical fashion with limbs hanging down, he almost immediately stopped. A perplexed, wide-eyed stare locked onto Paragus' turned face, trying to comprehend what his father intended to do.

"I get it, son. You're still recovering from the shock of all of this," Paragus answered bluntly, walking smoothly out of the room and into his own quarters, "I won't ask you to be our race's answer for rebirth just yet. At least, not for tonight."

Reaching out, he turned off his desk lamp, darkening his room in an almost complete veil of shadows. As he settled down upon the cot, he laid Broly against the wall side, so he wouldn't roll off during the night.

As he pulled up a thin blue sheet over him, he immediately felt a vice grip on his side. Blinking, Paragus looked over and saw his son's frail form hugging his chest tightly, rubbing his face into it. Awkwardly, Paragus pulled the sheet halfway, tucking himself and his infant son appropriately as he stared waywardly at his powerful offspring.

Patting his black-tressed head, Paragus would miss the subtle hint of a smile crossing his child's face.

"Good night, Broly," Paragus whispered, resting his head on the single pillow aloft on the head of his cot, "see you in the morning."

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3 Years Later, Age 740

Journal Entry #2:

Sorry for not updating this earlier. A lot has transpired in the last several years and I have little time to update this log.

So, where to begin? I guess I can delve into what has happened since my last entry.

I began training Broly on the more resource-sapped area of Historia, leaving my two minions (for lack of a better term for them) to keep running the mining industry. Despite him only being an infant, he has the dexterity of an average warrior and the endurance of something much greater. It is truly an interesting ordeal to try and teach a child who is more aware of things than you believe him to be. I teach him how to harness his energy in a degree that is higher than Mid-Class and Lower Class warriors, and he blows away my expectations by doing so in a near flawless manner. I shouldn't be surprised, considering how quickly he managed to master his Super Saiyan power and keep us alive for the few months we spent in deep space.

He's still sloppy, though. When it comes to his attacks, he telegraphs them too easily, allowing me to counter and evade properly. He may have enough natural power in his normal state to keep up with me, but he still is a child with the limitations any child would have in such a state. A demigod child is more appropriate, considering a few chance experiences.

To better explain, Saiyans have a natural flow of control over their energy depending on the state of their emotions. Anger, being the most known effective of emotional states, brings up our reservoir of energy to a level not normally capable of achieving but at the cost of not being able to fight in a rational or tactful manner. During the first time I actually harmed Broly, drawing blood from a punch across his lips, he drew out a large portion of his anger and flew into a blind rage. Every time he struck, I thought he was going to kill me, as his aura gave off a similar hue to that of his Super Saiyan form but more rusty in texture and without changing any significant features.

Luckily, this state of aggression seems to tire him out quickly, so I've grown accustomed this outbursts during training.

I think it was during the sixth month of training, I finally got a response to my rallying call to all loyal Saiyan Elites. One in particular was a Captain over a small force of Elites, Scallion. He said he heard the call and responded that he would bring all the support he could across the Eastern Quadrant. Since it was managed by Lord Cooler, the space beyond the Diathelius System had fewer Saiyans in their employ, and only a handful of them with exceptional talent. Moving them around and having them disappear without a word wouldn't raise any eyebrows, allowing Paragus to receive the support he desperately needed.

In about 5 years, he said, he would bring a force substantial in potential and prowess to make up for any lack of numbers their race currently possessed. Obviously I took that as more of a preparation for training and evading any particular "Imperial Entanglements" from Planet Trade's many forces stretched across the cosmos. Despite it being easier than sneaking out of the Northern Quadrant, he knew there were many kinds of supplies, armaments, and skills they needed to polish before they all moved as one cohesive unit.

Since then, Broly has come a long ways and has matured nicely, for a child. His power has grown considerably higher, and his tempers have been kept at a minimum during a daily basis. Even his education upon basic grammar, our history, customs and heritage has been understood exceptionally well, considering his youth. He truly has the foresight of a man when it comes to the natural happenings and knowledge that even the most seasoned of adults possess.

Perhaps he truly is a miracle child, being the Legendary Super Saiyan.

Regarding that, something has been bothering me...

He hasn't transformed once back into his clad golden form since that day. Every time he'd erupt into a fit of anger or indignation, it was only a half-oozaru'd excuse of a transformation. I'm not sure what to make of it. Maybe when I get some more level-headed individuals on my side, I can debate and come with a solution to bring forth his hidden power and truly test the limits of such great energy he has at his fingertips.

AH! Look at the time! Its already noon's sparring session. I better end this log. Hopefully I won't put this off for another several years like last time.

Ending Entry.

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As the Saiyan set his holo-pad down, he allowed himself to smile with satisfaction.

Standing up from the collapsable chair, he stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders. Looking up at a full length mirror he acquiesced from one of the few restrooms situated within the base, he took a moment to admire his features. Any hair that had been mangled during his encounter with King Vegeta had been returned to normalcy, leaning back in a partial widowspeak. His strong jawline sported partial hair growth along his upper lip, but has been kept trimmed and clean shaven for sake of professional appearances.

His attire had been horribly destroyed beyond repair, leaving him to adopt one of the few pieces of Elite wear available in this backwards colony. A dark green jumpsuit followed up with a pair of pointy pauldrons for each shoulder dyed in matte white with golden borders, matching the shoulder-strapped torso armor. With golden hued toes on his military boots and white gloves, it completed his military crisp feel, something of which he had been comfortable with most of his life.

"You could always look worse," Paragus muttered to himself and to his reflection.

With a sigh, he marched out of his quarters and into Broly's. Having transformed over the last several years, the spare bunks and cots were completely removed. Replacing them was a single bed within the room's epicenter, making most of the spacious room very bland and barren. Paragus reminded his son that its good to keep worldly possessions to a minimum, so that they don't lose their warrior resolve and become attached to fruitless things.

"You're late," Broly grumbled as Paragus stopped in front of his three year old son.

It was only by luck that Paragus found attire for Broly's size. Apparently this outpost had several bug-like humanoids that were easily the size of a kid Saiyan. With what little skill in clothing he had, he made them appropriate for Broly to wear, even endowing a touch of nobility within the humble trappings. It looked to be a simple blue jumpsuit, with silver shin and arm guards endowed upon his limbs and a brass-hued belt wrapped around his waist.

"Ah, sorry son," Paragus chuckled apologetically, scratching his chin as he looked down at his cross-armed and brow-furrowed boy, "I was collecting myself for the upcoming match."

"Worried I might hurt you?" Broly asked with a taunting smirk.

"Ha! You haven't won a sparring match yet, Broly," Paragus laughed out jubilantly, holding his chest with one hand while holding his other hand in an upraised emphasized manner, "after all, you may be gifted with awesome power but your skill still needs work."

"Tch," Broly rolled his eyes, his lips pouting forward as he looked to the side, "you'll see. One day, when I get bigger than you, I'm going to be the one who wins every match."

"I have no doubt one day you'll be superior. But until then, you're still a child, and children need their training!" Paragus chided heartily, reaching forward to muss Broly's head, causing him to blush and squirm with embarrassment.

"Now then," Releasing his son from his ministrative torment, Paragus thumbed out of the room, "shall we get started?"

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It didn't take long to get to the dark side of the planet. Even though it was hundreds of kilometers across the surface, it was easy for the two Saiyans to fly at high velocity to reach their training ground.

By training ground, what Paragus dubbed the location, appeared to be nothing more like a scarred patch of rock and dirt. Craters strewn about, including trenches and crevices in places that wasn't normal. It looked like a battle of incredible proportions took place in the past, and the aged warrior knew these sparring matches weren't run-of-the-mill either. The true battle, was finding a way to raise Broly's level of power without causing too much damage to their surroundings or injure each other beyond healing pod capability.

"Alright, Broly," Paragus chimed out, disengaging the emerald hue of his Ki trail, descending downwards to land on an especially large crater, "time to see if we can test that finesse of yours."

"I'm more than ready to prove myself, father!" Broly said with a huff, landing heavily on the ground opposite of Paragus a good dozen meters away. Unfortunately, that distance was used to demonstrate the clumsy landing, causing webbed fissures of smashed earth to spread outwards from where his tiny feet thudded heavily.

Sighing, Paragus could only chuckle lightly, "So I can see..."

Broly's face flushed with embarrassment, looking to the side to avoid staring at the corrective gaze of his parent, "I-I was just a little excited...that's all..."

"Oho? Here I thought you were wanting to show how much in control you were," Paragus purposely jeered, crossing his arms over his chest, cocking his head to the side to reveal a mocking grin, "or was that the usual big talk coming from a little child?"

A twitch was seen, visible even from the distance separated from father and son. Broly's bashfulness gave way to a near instantaneous frustration, being called something to him that was little more than a parallel to an insect. Turning his face to glare back at his father, both with a childish anger and one with a hidden rage barely contained, the son of Paragus would bare his teeth with a discernable amount of wrath behind his growling throat.

"Don't you dare call me little!" Broly roared out, his voice cracking as much as the emerald tendrils of energy rising instinctively around his black-mane crown and petite body.

"Good," Paragus thought, his eyes keeping up the feigned mocking glint as he analyzed his pint-sized child, "he's getting angry. Just how focused can he use that rage is the real question. Time to put all that practice to good use."

Raising a hand, the father of the Legendary Super Saiyan beckoned him with a curl of his digits, "C'mon, shrimp. Do your worst!"

"THAT'S IT!" Broly shouted aloud, his eyes widened with incredulous outrage. His body practically exploded with sapphire light, shattering the landscape around him into glassed stony splinters. Kicking off the ground, what seemed to be an entire kilometer of crater indented soil blasted into atoms, bathed in the momentary flash of green plasma his body projected in his wake.

"Here he comes!" Paragus thought, raising his arms up in a stance of anticipation, spreading his feet apart to solidify his defense.

When the fit Saiyan progeny passed the distance in what was a handful of seconds, Paragus initiated a spinning sidestep. Upon evading the predictably telegraphed lunge his son made, he swung down a elbow strike to his back. The seismic shockwave that pulsated across the child's spine would be enough to produce ebbing tendrils of azure light across his clothed backside, using his charge's momentum to slam downwards into the ground next to Paragus' feet.

Though he didn't descend past the cracked rocky surface, landing on all fours despite the powerful strike on his person. Pouncing forward, the boy turned around in mid-leap, swinging out his hands to point in his father's direction. A vicious scowl crossed his visage upon the seconds of audible whining the eerie white-lime light generating upon his palms.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" With a loud shout, a blaze of lime-hued Ki discharged six meters away from Paragus, expanding to the gait of twelve meters in diameter. The shattered earth boiled and popped as it crawled forward, snapping the air intermittently with every millisecond of travel; all of this being completely observed by Paragus' Ki Senses and adrenaline focused vision.

And he responded accordingly.

With a lungful eruption of air escaping his lips, Paragus swung his arms in an uppercut fashion, dispersing a layer of energy in front of him. The result caused the fissure of volatile energy to arch in a dramatic vertical arc, trails of steam ebbing off the limbs that redirected the pillar of emerald Ki. By the time it would reach the atmosphere of Historia, Paragus was back on the offensive.

Having generated enough kinetic force to increase the distance between him and his parent, Broly saw the imposing frame of his father skirt across the devastated terrain, generating plumes of lime-lit energy behind his ankles to accelerate his charge. Digging his ankles firmly into the ground, he gouged the earth as he slowed his backwards flight, allowing his opponent to draw closer.

"He's luring me in!" Paragus realized in mid-stride.

Just a mere meter away, Broly vented a voluminous wave of lime-hued Ki from his downward facing palms, boosting him up at a swift rate into the air. Failing to halt his momentum, Paragus could only watch as Broly came up to eye level, pointing his bare feet in the direction of his face. The result was an audible crack resounding in the air, as the immovable force met the unstoppable object.

While both feet struck either cheek bone, thankfully avoiding his nose, the pain welling up across his face was enough to fling him off his feet and backwards a handful of feet. With eyes closed, he had to rely on his heightened senses, enhanced by the adrenaline coursing through his veins to guide his hands. Swinging his hands up, he felt small yet powerful clenched fists impact against his forearms, the force generating enough redundant thunderclaps to shake the land for a good kilometer.

"That's it, Broly! Keep it up!" Paragus cheered inwardly, keeping his imposing and dispassionate visage on to not throw off or discourage his son's flurry of attacks. It was upon the thirtieth wildly thrusted punch that the Saiyan Commander would swing his arms around, allowing the tiny fist to breach his defenses. When it struck his jaw, he could practically see the smirk of enjoyment on Broly's face, having made a direct impact upon his father yet again.

This naive confidence would spell immediate pain in return.

Turning on his heels, the aged warrior spun his body within the momentum of the attack, allowing it to halve the damage it would normally project if he stood his ground. Doing this, he allowed his right hand to swing around, bludgeoning the side of his temple with seismic force that shook the ground underneath their feet.

"AHN!" Broly's eyes spun, feeling his skull throb from the immediate attack he wasn't prepared for. To his credit, he wasn't moved but a few inches in the air, though his hands lifted up to cradle his throbbing head from the attack; another mistake he'd make during the midst of battle.

"You're open, Broly!" Paragus chided, slamming a palm-heel thrust into his face. This thunderous strike sent his boy spiraling backwards across the air, leaving a warping pop of collapsed air pressure behind, annihilating the rocky soil they laid waste by proximation. Blood flew into the air, stemming from his crushed nostril, as his eyes winced open with forceful blinking.

His senses kicked into overdrive, blocking out the pain as his father had taught him, allowing him to see his single parent's frame looming above him. With both of his arms raised over his head, the child knew that he was going to be hammerfisted into the earth in merely a handful of seconds. He wouldn't let that happen, not if he could help it!

"Hm?!" Paragus grunted aloud in surprise, finding his body struck by a sudden Kiai, thrust out by a dramatic wave of his son's arms. This wasn't enough to send him flailing, but stunned him long for the child to turn his body around to be perpendicularly erect, just beneath his zooming torso. Instinct took over, and Paragus took a deep breath, just as Broly's body thrust upwards with his head acting as a battering ram into his solar plexus.

"GAUGH!" The ex-Saiyan officer croaked out, feeling Broly's bodily thrust send him spiraling upwards, bathed in a charged lime-hued aura of trailing light. The thrusting current of energy encased around him, almost like a barrier acting like a cocoon, forcing him to ascend against his will.

"Incredible!" Paragus blinked with surprise, feeling his limbs strain against his energy-ridden cocoon, feeling it as much as he heard it rocketing up into the upper atmosphere, "to think that he's yet to conjure a decently charged Ki blast, yet he can lace his Ki intricately into a barrier around another being, propulsing it in another direction without any brute force required. With a battle strategy like this almost upon instinct, my son has the workings of a true strategist!"

Upon his eyes opening, he felt his body slow in its ascent, just as he began to break the barrier. Doing so, he also saw Broly's frame soaring beside him, swiftly overtaking his slowing frame, to appear a good two dozen meters above him. Bathed in a emerald gleaming wreathe of Ki, Broly smiled down at Paragus, giving him all the warning he would allow before jettisoning his frame down at his backside.

Lightning splayed between the small pair of knuckles boring into Paragus' spine, thunder clapping with incredible force that shook the entire night sky of Historia. There was a brief moment that Paragus felt his eyes momentarily blank out into unconsciousness from the pain before disorientingly come back the next instant. During that moment of relapsing awareness, he felt his entire body slice through the air, faintly hearing excited air molecules heat up around his body as his son intended to piledrive him straight into the planet's surface below.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Broly shouted aloud, vocalizing currents of energy around his frame, increasing the pressure he placed upon his father's backside. In doing so, he bathed them both in a conically shaped barrier of Kiai induced emerald light, enhancing the descent nearly twice that it should. Tongues of orange-red flames ebbed off the edges of the barrier as the two pierced into the side of the enlarged crater, creating an atomic sized eruption of lime-hued light in the wake of their paired impact.

As the smoke billowed out, Broly's body heaved with exertion, as he stood beside his father's face-planted prone form. Despite having drawn out a lot of his power through his rage, he knew that shortly after, he would spend a lot of his reserves at once. He looked over at the scorched patch of linen, where his knuckles had met his father's tunic upon the dive, and saw that it was unsettlingly still.

"D-Dad?" Broly inquired, not able to sense the energy from his father's body. He reached down to tap his back, finding himself shocked to see it evaporate in front of his fingers.

"You did well today, son," Paragus' voice spoke from behind the child, whom had bulging eyes of surprise, as the silhouette of his father overtook his instantly. Ridge-hand striking the base of his son's right shoulder and neck. The impact alone would sound out a seismic crack, leaving a trail of bioelectric shocks that caused Broly's eyes to widen and his body to spasm in the middle of the air. "but our fight ends now, before one of us gets too hurt to recover."

Broly had no words to express the indignation or rage he felt in that moment. His entire felt as if it was on fire and numb at the same time. Consciousness threatened to recede into darkness, creeping in at the edges of his vision, even as his body began to drop. What he also saw was a impending, dark red coiling at the center of his visual perception. Not knowing what else to do, he mentally reached out in a fit of desperation, even as he fell to the smoldering cracked soil below.

As he watched his child fall onto the ground, he could see the boy writhe in convulsions, obviously feeling the effects of his father's attack. Paragus sighed, as looked at the bruised neck that Broly now attained from the impact. Strangely enough, he never saw his son truly lapse into unconsciousness, nor stop his convulsions that continued to wrack his body.

"That's the most vital point of energy flow, next to the one based at the front of the skull and the other one welled between the lungs just below the sternum. A Ki blocking technique like that would have knocked out Elites cold in an instant. Yet, for some reason, Broly is still conscious," Paragus thought with an understandable measure of disconcertion.

Just then, he would hear Broly let out a new noise, terrible and awesome in its revelation.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" Broly let out a guttural snarl, his maw bared with foam oozing through the spaces of his teeth. His eyes shifted into a vivid emerald, as his frame rocked up and down, rivulets of azure bioenergy flowed around his lithe body. Pulse after pulse of golden light flashed from his person, each one stronger than the last, causing the shattered earth around him to rise in a dramatic display of gravity defying power. His black, mangy tresses shifted into solar-hued, sharp blades of yellow locks that coursed with vivid energy.

While this occurred, it just dawned on Paragus that he hadn't used a Ki blocking technique on Broly in any of their prior fights. That realization would be quickly pushed to the back of his mind, seeing his son rise slowly to his feet.

"Stay calm, Broly!" Paragus shouted aloud, holding his hand out towards the angry Super Saiyan child's direction.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Broly shouted aloud in retort, his arms thrown back as his chaotic aura expanded three times. The ground splintered further, rising further and higher around them. Fissured of golden light erupted around their chosen battlefield, cracking and igniting it dramatically with every lung-filled scream. With various intermittent cobalt currents snaking in and around the air, the concerned father knew if he didn't do something soon the planet might suffer a meltdown thanks to his son.

Before the screaming son's power could get any higher, Paragus lunged forward, using his right hand's index finger to jab at the child's forehead. After the digits struck the creased brow lines, a flash of light enveloped their bodies as it brilliantly flared outwards. Almost all at once the thundering tremors ceased and the build-up of energy halted entirely.

As the child finally fell to his knees, eyes rolling up to the back, his diminutive body planted his face onto the ashen and cracked ground. Heaving heavily with trepidation and wonder, Paragus could only try to fathom how this all happened through a simple training exercise!

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Journal Entry #3, Age 740

Back from training, and I have to say, it defied my expectations of what I wished to see from my son.

What started out as an analysis of seeing how far my son could harness his rage turned out to be an actual fight. I didn't think I'd have to fight so hard, especially against someone so young. Broly's power seems to increase with every passing day, and seems to get smarter with every battle lost on his part. Not only has he learned to erect barriers with his own energy, but he's also learning to use the momentum of his stronger opponents against him.

Then there was that burst...no...ERUPTION of power when I blocked his core Ki flow. The fact that he was able to tap into that power has now brought into being the hypothesis I concocted awhile ago. The energy that comes from a Saiyan's latent Super Saiyan powers is a completely different container or rather a dimension of force. Like a furnace being boiled by a lake of fire, it isn't until the furnace either opens a valve to accept it or is completely shut off that the inferno burns up through the surface.

This means that the Super Saiyan power isn't merely a mystical force, but an actual power that can be tapped into. Though I doubt just ANY Saiyan can attain this power other than my son, it proves that with discipline and training you can master it. The only real problem this brings up is the insurmountable rage that is brought to the surface.

Back when my son turned into a Super Saiyan for the first time, he had a particular focus, a goal. With no goal my son turned his sights at me as the focal point of his oppression, in an ironic twist he was right. My son needs to be aware of exactly what he is transforming for and what is power is going to destroy. If he does not, I fear his rage will make him into a berserker the likes of which has never been seen among our ilk.

I'll try to research more into this as I take more...cautious steps into ensuring what happened today doesn't happen again. Broly is going to learn patience next, as he's already shown a good job of getting angry and impulsive. I swear that boy may be the death of me...

Ending Entry

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Journal Entry #13, Age 745

Today is the day!

I just got the hail coming in from Captain Scallion. He's coming in on a liberated Planet Trade Cruiser, the Banshou. While it is unfortunate they've had to empty most of the armaments to skirt around the ever-present and surprisingly vigilant security forces of the organization as well as Freeza's own Imperial regime, we Saiyans have proven that interstellar weaponry is no match for a fully trained Saiyan warrior. Other than the ship and his imminent arrival before the end of Historia's planetary cycle, I have no other news so I am expecting faces I am unfamiliar with.

Regarding my progress with Broly, I believe I've gained as much strength and polished skill as he has. Five years of carefully conceived sparring, meditation, and teachings of what I know of Saiyan lore has nurtured this boy into a truly astute progeny of our kind. I swear, had I not been the one to raise him and train him, I would have mistaken him as a adolescent Saiyan with the mind of an adult. Where he was barely taller than my knee five years ago, he now stands up to my abdomen in height.

Regarding his Super Saiyan tutelage Broly has become a frightening natural when it comes to harnessing its power. The only downside as we've discovered is that he burns up a lot of energy upon transforming, and can't maintain the form for very long. I suspect as soon as Captain Scallion arrives we can aim to make better accommodations to where we can intensify his training in a much more suitable location.

I am sorely getting sick of this empty and boring rock...

End of Entry

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When Paragus finished typing out the last words of his entry a loud blaring alarm sounded across the station. It was the sign of an incoming ship and was surely being announced more for the elder Saiyan's benefit than the paltry staff of two within its confines. A resigned sigh escaped his lips as he pushed the holo-pad against the wall the desk was pushed against, aiming to dress appropriately for this occasion.

"Father!" A young voice called out from the entrance of his quarters.

After finishing fastening his dark green and white hued armor, now devoid of pauldrons long since deteriorated through wear & tear, Paragus turned to examine his son. The boy of diminutive stature was gone, now replaced with a well-toned and tall young man, despite his young age. He knew any of the impending newcomers would mistake him for a young adolescent when he was still in his nurturing years, as such with his particular growth quirk common among the Saiyans. His mangy mane now extended over his naked back, long since forgoing the restrictive armor, now only wearing a pair of skin tight dark blue leggings with no boots to speak of.

All-in-all, he appeared to be a true Saiyan growing swiftly into man he would soon become. It was enough to cause Paragus to be lost in momentary reverie, taking a few seconds to hear the blaring alarms and see his son's quizzical expression cross his stronger jawed visage.

"Yes, Broly?" Paragus inquired.

"Why is the base ringing a station alert?!" Broly asked with urgence in his tone, eyes widened with clear excitement and equal trepidation. "are we under attack?!"

Slapping a palm over his face, it just now dawned upon the Saiyan Commander that he had forgotten to mention the newcomers to his son. So fixated was he within the elongated time spent on the boring piece of the nearly dead planet that he forgot the horizon of more comrades to come to their side. With their arrival impending in just a handful of minutes, Paragus knew now wasn't the time to go under a lengthy explanation, so he settled with a soft knowing chuckle.

Creasing his brows inward to show a irritated scowl, Broly grumbled out with annoyance at his father's antics, "What's so funny?! What do you know that I don't?!"

"Is that a trick question?" Paragus quipped with a wry grin.

"I'm serious!" Broly shaked his hands up in down, balling his digits into tightened fists, "stop jerking me around and tell me what's going on!"

Nodding his head to the exit of his room, the single parent deftly stepped around his son's form, calling back over his shoulder as he continued his stalwart pace, "Come with me if you want to find out."

Rolling his eyes, Broly pouted his lips all the while his feet matched and kept up with the pace his father's purposefully long strides. After they made their way towards the communications hub, the Saiyan boy placed his arms in a crossed fashion behind his head, taking exaggerated steps past his father to look at the computer monitors. From what he gauged, there were readings of a large interstellar craft, hailing and on its trajectory path towards their rustic equivalent of a landing pad.

"C-Commander Paragus!" The taller of the two remaining station's personnel, Piappule, a humanoid creature with dark green sprouting hair coming up from a very oval and gaut shaped head. His body was muscular, comparative to Paragus' own large stature with his hair exceeding the Saiyan's height by a literal hair length. His complexion was the the texture of vegetative colored scales, having a blend of yellow and green scattered across his limbs, with black nails extending to several inches in length. With armor in mustard yellow and black hues, the design was suited for his low ranking status of the station upon the time his other comrades were slain.

Ironically, hadn't he stuttered or perspired a rainfall equivalent of sweat across his scaled face, he'd look a dash intimidating to the average onlooker.

"At ease, worm," Paragus snarled, his body brushing roughly past the tall minion of his to gaze out of the blast shield of the station's HQ. Seeing an oncoming vessel of impressive proportions entering the atmosphere, bathed in dimming orange-red flames of entry, it retained a shape similar to that of a armored banana. Various propulsion engines lined the exterior like discs, creating a luminescent visage of azure around the ship as the last of the entry's flames dissipated. With no exterior guns to speak of, Paragus concluded that it was stripped and modified for maximum discretion. "did you give them permission as I instructed?"

Gulping Piappule nodded wordlessly, allowing his more rotund comrade to speak for him.

"They gave the code that you described to us. Everything checked out," the deep rumbling voice of the latter henchman, Lum, answered. The bulbous proportioned lackey had similar designed armor covering most of his body, save for pudgy arms with fat fingers wrapped in gauntlets that matched the green and black highlighted hues it was dyed in. His face practically pinched his lips forward, making his visage almost comical had it not been for the permanent scowl etched over his hair less, rounded brows. "anything you'd have us do to prepare for their arrival?"

"Just make sure you maintain order with the slaves. I'd rather not have to dispose of them so soon upon our guests arriving," Paragus responded curtly, quickly turning on his heels to leave both subordinates behind. "Broly! Let's go out!"

"Yes, father," Broly responded smoothly, lowering his arms to his sides as he would trail behind his father. Not even batting an eye towards the two grunts working for his dad, Broly would casually stride slowly in his father's tracks.

However, a passing mutterings would make itself present to Broly's adept ears, passed along by Lum to Piappule.

"Filthy Saiyan freak," Lum growled, typing in random commands on the console in front of him, "I hope he gets off this rock and leaves us the Hell alone."

"Exactly what do you think the chances are of that? I say the people he's expecting are going to be reinforcements. What with how he's been training that brat of his, I think he's aiming to cause terror across Freeza's Empire and all of the customer bought systems," Piappule spoke lowly, hissing at his comrade as if it was obvious.

"By the Void...!" Lum gasped out with realization, "if word gets out and we're still alive without having done anything, we're going to never walk away from the wrath Freeza will bring about our heads!"

"Not if we do something about it fir-UUUUULP!" Piappule began to utter aloud, before his throat began to shrink with visible constriction by an invisible force. This caused him to foam at the mouth, his eyes bulging and his hands clawing at his throat, desperately trying to wring control from the source of his impending death. With a final vicious crunch, a squelching explosion of gore was released from the neck of the tortured Piappule, causing his head to rocket up and imbed itself into the ceiling.

"Y-Y-You-!" Lum squealed out with horror, rearing his hands up as the body of his only associate collapsed next to him with a sickening thud.

Broly, with a single hand extended to show off his physically emphasized display of psychic prowess, had been tightened into a fist. His eyes were wide and full of hate, his face contorting into a visible snarl as he took menacing steps forward, "My father is a great warrior, you piece of trash! The things he did to keep me safe and to preserve our race makes him a hero equal to that of my ancestors! You dare insinuate insurrection and speak such insults?!"

"I-I-I'm sorry, please don't hurt me-!" Lum begged pathetically, stumbling back against console, sliding down to the floor in an attempt to crawl away from the vengeful young Saiyan.

"DIE!" Broly shouted aloud as his clenched fist unfurled, releasing a blinding wave of emerald light.

A second later, and Lum felt his entire body light into emerald flames. Produced by a single orb released from a sudden unclenching set of digits, Broly looked on coldly at Lum as he screamed with pain and horror, finding himself choked of oxygen and life sustaining tissue. Bodily spasms and audible scorching crunches were heard as parts of his body began to fall apart swiftly before his lungs began to erupt within his caving chest cavity.

Lowering his arm, Broly turned and walked away from the scene, a hint of a delighted smile etching upon his visage. His first two kills since Goure, one of the killers responsible for his mother's death, had finally been carried out. He couldn't help but sigh with relief and retain a modicum amount of joy their deaths brought him, restoring his father's honor while wiping their ugly mugs from his sight.

"I can't wait to get off this rock!" Broly thought with excitement as he broke out into a sprint to catch up to his father.

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Paragus had felt his minions deaths upon exiting the station's interior and onto the makeshift courtyard. It was an ability that Paragus had learned to employ during his many bouts with his son years ago, becoming as instinctive as hearing and smelling is to any Saiyan. Though why he wasn't sad, angry, or disappointed in Broly's initiative was the fact of his planned execution of said lackeys.

"If for the past five years my son hadn't even cast a glance at them and then just decided to kill them, he must have had a reason for doing so," Paragus rationalized internally, "after all, he's the Legendary Super Saiyan. I can't question his judgement, considering his wisdom and intelligence rivals that of my own. Had I not known him, I'd almost think he was an adult trapped in a child's body."

As he mulled in his thoughts, bright flashes of azure light cascaded across the rocky courtyard of the outpost. Drawing his gaze up at the tubular shaped spacecraft, he looked on with impending revelling and equal fascination as the vessel hovered down to the ground. The hover pads kicked up a whirlwind of Historia's loose soil, disheveled from the barely level landscape it was touching down upon. With a few high pitched whines, six rows of port and starboard lined landing claws unlatched from the side of the ship and dug into the ground, officially halting the descent of the ship and landing it proper.

Paragus felt his son arrive by his side, swiftly and without a sound, almost giving the indication he never left. A knowing smile donned upon his visage, one confirmed by a gloved left hand rustling the top of his head. "What took you, son? Had to clean up your mess back in the HQ?"

Broly unapologetically grunted, pouting his lips in sync with his arms folding across his chest, "I didn't like the way they were talking."

"Fine by me," Paragus said with a resigned sigh, releasing his hold of his son as he looked on to see the ship's port side unfurl a retractable metallic walkway with two doors sliding within the armor plating in a horizontal fashion. "they'd bother our new allies anyways."

Broly allowed himself a soft chuckle before silencing upon seeing the first of many figures descending down the ramp of the docked cruiser.

The first was an imposing, statuesque male, donning a black cape attached to a pair of rounded pauldrons crafted from onyx-dyed alien skulls. An atypical stylized Saiyan Elite breastplate was fashioned over his torso, with dark red borders wedged in between pitch black plating with dark red abdominal strips to finish. Fingerless gauntlets with similar hued highlights were fashioned on each hand, with a pair of boots to match, finished with a pair of skin-tight armor leggings over his thighs and calves equally. His face was framed to have a strong set of cheekbones with a V shaped jaw line ending at his chin, with a proud nasal build. Black eyes complimented his equally dark tresses, a shorter cropped widowspeak similar to Paragus' style, with only exception of there being a ponytail flowing over his caped backside, held in place by a onyx-dyed talon braid. The only indication of his Saiyan blood was a dark brown tail, wrapped around his waist like a belt, almost missed by the casual passerby.

As he set his strong soles solidly upon the rocky soil, the man turned his gaze in Paragus' direction. A wry grin settled over his face, made more evident with a casual stride made towards his former military superior, "Commander Paragus. You look well for a dead man."

"And you as well, Captain Scallion," Paragus commented back with a tone of relief, followed up with a dry-toned inquiry, "Is that what the Planet Trade Company is saying about me?"

"Aye. That and the late King Vegeta perished at the misfortunate meteor collision with the rest of those on Planet Vegeta. Word is that less than a company of Saiyans still employed to Freeza and his brother equally," Scallion continued, his gait slowing till it stopped completely, halting a half a dozen meters away from Paragus with arms crossed over his massive chest. "the only big deals out there besides us is the crown heir of King Vegeta, Prince Vegeta, and his only loyal military subordinate General Nappa."

"It figures that Freeza would keep that brat around. If nothing else but to make another example of what happens to races who don't become completely subservient to him," Paragus growled lowly, lowering his head to glare at the ground, his fists clenching into a series of audible snaps, "though I do not pity anyone under Vegeta's line. I only hope that he suffers the same fate as his father, in due time."

"Guess that makes us the only ones capable of fighting Freeza," Another Saiyan chimed in, stepping off the ramp behind Scallion to be followed by a number of other Saiyans. This one was female, though very amazonian in build, reminding Paragus of his departed mate and the famed Hanassia. Her hair was a dark brown, with it stylized in a manner that arched forward above her brow line as if to mimic an oncoming wave of flames or fire. Her skin had a peach complexion, though from the jagged scars outlining her neck and forearms, she looked anything but delicate. Yellow-black highlighted Saiyan armor endowed her toned figure, lacking any aesthetic plating over her hands or shoulders, leaving only a pair of skin tight armor mesh to cover her legs and ankles, leaving her feet completely bare. Her brown tail swished behind her as she approached to halt by Scallion's left side, far more ahead than the rest of the Saiyans assembled dutifully and professionally behind them. "not sure if I like those odds, but I'll do anything for payback."

"My Lieutenant and mate, Paiya," Scallion nodded to his left, stoically trading a sideways glance with her before grinning wryly back at Paragus, "and she has a distinct point. If our suspicions that Freeza was responsible for destroying the bulk of our race and our homeworld, exactly what chance do we have against that power? I assumed from your transmission you sent initially you had a plan."

"I assure you, our victory is more assured than we would be as a legion of Elites," Paragus said with the utmost confidence, emphasized with an upraised right-handed clenched fist. "what we have is more precious and stronger than if our race had taken up arms against Freeza!"

Not waiting for further reactions of disbelief or inquiry, Paragus lowered his fist to turn his head and nod towards his son.

In that moment, Broly knew by instinct what to do, as if he rehearsed this despite not knowing who these fellow kindred were or when they were to arrive. But no time was like the present in the child's mind, and he set out to show his true state of being. Clenching his fists, baring his teeth, he drew the attention of the two imposingly built Saiyans as the air began to heat up and fluctuate around him.

"Is this your son?" Scallion inquired, his gaze never leaving the boy's intense stare, watching as the child's body began to bulk up and sporadically protrude pulsing veins through his skin.

"His name is Broly," Paragus said simply, drawing aghast gazes from the two of them, along with a series of murmurs from the Saiyans who managed to hear the Saiyan Commander's statement. "and he is the Legendary Super Saiyan."

As if on cue, Broly let out a brief shout that caused a blistering wind to flow outwards, causing all but Paragus to raise their arms to protect their eyes from flailing dust and debris. Brilliant rays of solar-hued light shined forth, following the horizontally separate side of black maned tresses to stand in a vertical flare, turning into golden fibers. Emerald eyes replaced onyx orbs, and a much more muscular boy replaced the impressively proportioned eight year old child. His power thrummed like a spacecraft's engine, pulsing like a heartbeat, in step with every glowing throb of light that emanated from his transformed body.

Stunned expressions mixed with comically agape open mouths were shared among the Saiyans, only rivaled by the flabbergasted pair of bulging eyes that Scallion and Paiya had on equally. While they too had discovered how to sense energy over the course of their venture to this planet, they didn't need to feel the immense pressure of condensed energy within Broly to know just how powerful he was. The focused stare that he gave them all was only rivaled by the impressive stance he had, with hands splaying his digits and his feet floating above the indented rocky soil with the tips of his toes mere inches away from its cracking surface.

"Th-The Legend...it's true...it's true after all!" Scallion gasped aloud, feeling his knees shake and his hands tremble before the boy's impressive visage. Reverence and equal amount of trepidation filled the Saiyan Captain's body. He could tell from the quivering breaths his mate made next to him that she had no words to express the overwhelming awe she felt.

Taking the moment of stunned silence as the perfect opportunity, Paragus raised his right hand to point towards all of the Saiyans, Paiya and Scallion foremost as he would speak aloud, "Yes! For the first time in a thousand years we have been gifted with a new Super Saiyan! Not of the line descended from Vegeta, but of one belonging to the blood of Galick, a line that Selary herself I discovered she had come from. Galick's legacy lives on in the namesake of our own god of war and strength, Broly! From this day forth, all those who follow me will help nurture this child to his destined throne of greatness as the strongest being of the Universe and executioner of Freeza! You will all be no longer mere renegades, remnants of a dying race, or husks of a once powerful misguided military! You will all be hailed as the Disciples of Galick!"

Through the inspirational words of the charismatic, highest ranked warrior and father of Broly, it was nothing but an ultimately compelling chant none could deny. Almost all at once at the end of his speech, Scallion and Paiya fell to their knees, striking their chests with their right hands before upwardly presenting them as clenched fists. The other Saiyans quickly followed their superiors' example, reverently dropping to their knees and stretching their arms upwards in the symbolic sign of swearing allegiance to not only Paragus, but to his son, the Super Saiyan.

Broly himself couldn't help but allow a smile to work his way across his stoic expressive face. The sight of seeing his own kin bowing to him through the act of respect and reverence for not just him but for the title he lives up to brought a new sense of pride to billow up in his chest. Having always been chastised, criticized, and treated as a boy that needed training, he couldn't help but feel this was the first step of becoming a true Saiyan. From the way he saw his father smiling with pride at him, he knew he felt the same way.

That is, until the moment of awe was shattered by a distinctly loud clattering not but a couple dozen meters ahead of him. Plates as large as he was fell forward from the landing ramp, spilling a number of wrapped goods that had the distinct aroma of spiced meats. With it came a single Saiyan female, yelping with comical fright as she tumbled head over foot to painfully land on top of the rocky ground. Miraculously she had saved two packaged meats from falling to the ground with both upraised hands, having to sacrifice her footing and the rest of the food by faceplanting into the ground.

All the bowing Saiyans seemed to open their eyes wide with embarrassment and equal surprise, more specifically Captain Scallion and Lieutenant Paiya. The shock had transferred to Broly as well, whom had disengaged his hallowed transformation back to his standard base state. With a turn of his head towards his father, he could tell he was just gaping at the incredulous display of clumsiness interrupt such a proud moment.

"Sorry! So very sorry!" She called out, scrambling to her feet as she rushed to get the thankfully protected rations back onto their given plates, placing them all into a circular pile. As she did so, she knelt in the midst of the mass of food, laughing sheepishly at her compatriots' collective stare of disbelief and shock. "I guess I should have looked where I was going, haha!"

"Honestly," Captain Scallion breathed out belatedly, massaging the bridge of his nose, "she's going to be the death of me, I swear!"

"Get over here and forget the food!" Paiya followed up, barking out the orders with an apparent bulging vein over her right brow.

"Y-Yes Lieutenant!" She responded promptly, scampering to her feet with her hands and tips of her toes, almost as if she was a cat rushing to stand upright. With her brown tail tucked underneath her legs out of apparent shame, she approached Scallion and Paiya with a bowed head, speaking lowly in apology, "I'm sorry for the slip! It won't happen again!"

A disgruntled sigh escaped Paragus' nostrils, only taking some comfort that there was only one Saiyan misfit of the bunch. If anything it appear to had made their group livelier, whether or not he approved being irrelevant. Turning his eyes towards Broly, he couldn't help but arch his brows with query as he saw the boy approach her with a paled complexion coloring his face.

"Mother?" Broly whispered out hoarsely in a way to attract the woman's attention. Hovering in the air to be eye level, his hand shakily extended towards her face, trying to determine if it was really her.

"I...uh..." The Saiyaness blinked a few times with perplexion as she stuttered with apprehension. This child, first time that she saw him, was confusing her for his mom? Before she could query the boy herself, she saw that Paragus had stepped forward to lay a hand on the boy's right shoulder.

"She's not your mother, Broly," Paragus said softly, prying him gently away from the woman's direction.

Blinking a few times, Broly began to recall his earliest memories, mostly linked to the one who bore him. Analyzing the woman before his eyes, he couldn't help but see where there was dramatic similarities and differences. A compassionate gleam was within her eyes with a similar softly shaped face, and onyx dyed bangs tracing down her brows in bladed shapes. Her body was lean yet toned, as most average Saiyan women seemed to be, though she seemed definitely smaller than her mother. She lacked the silky long hair and instead had shoulder length disheveled tresses. She wore golden shoulder strapped Saiyan armor over her bosom, with black plating and mustard yellow abdominal strips, with white a waistband holding a Saiyan armored skirt of sorts with similar yellow plating near the posterior where her tail stuck out. Burgundy linen wrapped around her forearms, complimenting the skin tight black armor mesh leggings leading down to white-golden stripped boots.

"Who are you?" Broly asked aloud in a calmer, yet still very perplexed tone.

Finally snapping out of her dazed state, the Saiyaness smiled in a very eerily similar way that Broly remembered his own mother had. Placing her finger tips atop her chest, she declared with a simple smile, "My name is Gine. What is yours?"

"Broly," He whispered out, his face tinting a faint crimson, feeling embarassed to have confused the woman before him as his own mom.

"It is very nice to meet you," Gine responded back, not in the least taken aback by his namesake or his presence. Whether it was by pure ignorance or nonchalant dispassion was beyond anyone's guess. Regardless, she spread her smile wider as she gleamed happily at the child, "I hope we become good friends!"

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Journal Entry #14

Well...things were very interesting today.

I've met up with the platoon of loyal men and women serving under Captain Scallion. While most of the Elites had already accompanied him into their mission in deep space in performing numerous tasks for the Planet Trade Company, most of the Mid-Class warriors and a single Elite were recruited in their mission to reach Historia. With revenge on their mind, I'm sure all of them have no complaints readjusting their priorities to serving as Disciples of Galick in our quest to upraise my son as the Super Saiyan.

Speaking of which, I was introduced to a handful of them, more of which I designated as new tutors for Broly. From their years of hardships and tangling with various adversaries, they all seemed to have gained or discovered unique techniques or biological traits they possess that no others do. For example, Scallion discovered a way to harness his spiritual energies from its core and multiply his body's pool of energy to astronomical levels far beyond what his maximum power is capable of. His mate Paiya possesses the unique ability to transmute her anatomy into a conduit for pure energy, absorbing it and becoming it at times.

Having Broly learn from them might open up new ideas and possibilities to expand his repertoire of techniques that he's already developed on his own. Who knows? This make him more than a match for whatever plethora of nasty tricks Freeza would possess.

The only thing that concerns me is Broly's state of mind. Though he has calmed and learned to control his rage far better than he had, the fact he was disconcertingly associating that lower class warrior for his mother disturbs me. Perhaps I can use that to my advantage and help him by using her as a form of maternal caretaker. If nothing else, Gine will make a good Yeoman to keep an eye on my subordinates in terms of mental health and morale.

The only thing I found remotely interesting about her was her own unique power. A power to support and strengthen her comrades rather than make herself stronger. I don't know how to explain it but I do know this: She is as much of an asset as the rest of the Saiyans now under my command!

Finally going to get off this rock as well. After we spend a couple nights restocking the Banshou's supplies and taking what little medical equipment the station possesses now, we will atomize this world and leave no trace of its existence behind. Pity. I almost would have enjoyed having my own band of slaves and an outpost to call my own. But we have little luxury to expand a new empire, at least not at this time. We have a mission and we must be discreet. Until the proper time where we can call out Freeza on our own terms we must keep Broly out of reach and sight from his intergalactic band of genocidal employees and his own cohort of imperial agents.

Going to get some rest now. Signing off

End of Entry

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Two Days Later...

Broly felt ecstatic.

With the inevitable departure of the dreadfully dull world he's lived out most of his childhood on in sight, he found every single day more exciting than the last. Each day tested not only his patience, but his skills when he trained with his newfound tutors. The entirety of the Saiyan platoon now under his father's command had begun to get to know him over the course of said days that had passed.

The more recognizable ones went as followed in Broly's mind.

Mat, a Mid-Class warrior was a Saiyan only twice his age. His hair was matted down in a much more flat tussled fashion, brunette in coloration, with a small tint of red over his relatively pale complexioned face. Wearing standard brown-black hued armor, the Saiyan wasn't the most intimidating of the lot but he looked no stranger to intense combat. A bit nonchalant when it came to offtime, he was someone that Broly could associate as a cousin or a distant brother of his, being one of the few who had a big heart but rarely displayed it openly as often as he was around such tough fighters as his peers were.
His trademark speciality Broly discovered was his psychic prowess. Capable of extending a minute supply of his own Ki into his environment, Mat could manipulate matter of organic and inanimate material in order to have an undeniable hold over the battlefield. Achieved through silence and meditation, he taught Broly the values of a good peace of mind in order to unleash the emotions of his psychic power in the most focused manner possible.

Kabo and Quan were twin Elites, both with nigh identical straits save for their armor color and diagonally aligned scars running down opposite brow lines. With identical upright spiky hair that had dark hues, they possessed large muscular builds close to being as imposing as Captain Scallion or his own father. With various signs of discolorations across their biceps and shins, clear hints of faded wounds long gone. Elongated pauldrons topped their armor pieces, with Quan's possessing bright red hues and Kabo bright yellow, with armored straps overlaying the side of their thighs and pelvic regions. They were serious in their training, using each other to strengthen not only themselves but each other as a duo. While they originally underestimated Broly's intuition, a single session of Broly's power being made example upon their bodies made them understand just how talented he was. Forever they would respect and honor him, no matter the situation that it entailed. They almost seemed like servants than actual subordinates or family to Broly, making any interaction with them humorous to himself.
Their skills relied on each other's teamwork as well as unique techniques to compliment the other's. Kabo would jettison himself forward, leaving impressions in the air in a manner that would make the enemy believe he is a dozen places at once while freely moving to one of his "clones" distinct areas. When he would press the attack, Quan would compress his energy into as much of a condensed spot as possible, maximizing its stopping power. When Kabo would pull away, a guided condensed blast would be discharged from Quan which would be followed up by a rapid fire attack by Kabo himself.

Yasu was an Elite that seemed to be Paiya and Scallion's dependant of sorts. Larger than most Saiyans, he was easily on the scale that some had considered on par with the still living General Nappa, though with noteworthy differences. Endowed with a goatee that matched his mohawk styled reddish brown spiky tresses, he possessed rounded pauldrons made of pliant steel mesh that was customized and crafted by his own hand. Dark blue highlights bordered violet plating with bright red abdominal strips. Black gloves matched his equally dark hued boots with red highlights, giving him a very professional and equally intimidating stature for any stranger stupid enough to underestimate him. A man who knows nothing of pleasantries but from battle, Yasu's witness to Broly's Super Saiyan power was only as awe-inspiring as it was for him to witness Broly's dominance as a thoroughly trained warrior and naturally gifted martial artist. Referring to Broly as "Lord" is a commonplace for this Saiyan and holds high regard for him, hoping to see him one day take his place as his father dreamed him doing so.
While being on par with the best of martial artists, Yasu's personal talents lied on placing explosive imprints upon objects he makes tactile contact with. Anything from a holo-pad to a simple rock, Yasu can imbue his Ki into it and make it a moving bomb, creating deadly projectiles and payloads to hurtle at the enemy. He was even known to imbue his Ki into an enemy or a artificial lifeform to trigger their own energy within as a bomb, destroying them from the inside out. While Broly has yet to fully grasp how to accomplish the latter part of this technique, he has come to understand the basics of volatile energy transplanting with very little effort.

Though there was one Saiyan, or rather, a Saiyaness that he found mesmerizing among them all. Someone whom he had been corrected wasn't his mother but a lower class warrior among the lot. Gine, a woman who had an unnatural compassion for her companions as well as a unique empathetic bond that made her an invaluable asset to them in more ways than one. It was her that Broly sought out, during the dead of Historia's cold and quiet night.

His feet glided just a few inches off the soil, furthering his discreet movement out of his bed chambers and into the starry skied outside of the station. In a cargo shipping area near the southern tip of the station's perimeter, there he would see Gine, still clad in her armor and simple garments. She sat upon her legs, patiently waiting in the midst of a more flattened piece of rocky earth, hands on her lap and eyes closed. Before Broly could even consider trying to sneak up on her, his form halted a handful of meters away in a sudden jerking movement upon seeing her eyes open suddenly.

"Hello," Gine said in a subdued, yet pleased tone. Her infectious grin spread across her face, causing Broly to smile back with a tint of crimson working its way over his cheeks. "nice to see you. Sorry about calling you out in the middle of the night."

"It's fine," Broly whispered back, bowing his head in sync with his feet touching the ground with a soft tap. He shuffled those same feet as clenched and unclenched his hands, a habitual sign of nervousness. "I know we only got a day before we leave this world. I doubt we'll have much time to spend with each other, alone, once my father has all go who knows where."

Gine stared thoughtfully at Broly, allowing their conversation to dip briefly into solemn silence. She knew that the boy had went through so much as a child, and from his confusion of just a couple days ago, he must have been longing for his mother since. Even now she could tell that his bashfulness was only a sign that he didn't know how to handle being around someone truly considerate of him.

"He must have been so lonely all these years, even with his father beside him," Gine thought with half closed eyes, looking down at her lap. A thought would strike her a few moments later, causing her smile to be rekindled. Looking up towards Broly, she patted her lap to get his attention, drawing his onyx eyes to stare at hers.

"Come sit in front of me, Broly," Gine insisted with a nod, earning one from the child in front of her. Once he had done so, sitting on his legs like Gine, the Saiyaness smiled with approval. "so, you know why we're here right?"

"To show me something my father hasn't taught me," Broly said readily, cocking his head to the side while upraising a brow curiously, "is this some form of technique that the others have displayed?"

"Yes and no," Gine said in a calm tone, taking upon the role of a teacher. Raising her hands up from her lap, she made a clawing gesture with both of them pointing in a parallel palm-direction. "what has your father taught you of Ki, Broly?"

The Saiyan prodigy almost rolled his eyes at this question, but chose to respond politely regardless, "Ki is the Universal Life Force that is imbued within all living things in the Universe. Sentient beings like the Saiyans can harness it by rigorous mental and physical discipline. The more the mass of individual Ki, the higher amount of energy output is possible."

Gine couldn't help but chuckle at such a text book answer. While Broly frowned at her for finding his solution laughable, she excused herself with a cough to halt her giggles, "Yes well, that IS true, but there is a lot more to energy than simply sentients increasing their own power. There is strength found all around you, if you look hard enough."

"So, you're saying that this dull rock I'm sitting on has power? That's stupid," Broly said with a pouty expression, furrowing his brows with confusion, "it's not alive. Things that don't breathe don't have Ki, right?"

"How good is your Ki Sense, Broly?" Gine immediately asked, not being deterred by Broly's attitude.

The child looked down at his lap, tapping his fingers on his legging clad thighs as he muttered aloud, "Not that great. I feel people but its almost like whispers from an overwhelming static. Dad thinks my power is so above everyone else's that I can't sense others without feeling my own energy."

"Maybe this will help quiet that noise," Gine proposed. Shuffling a foot closer, the Saiyaness reached out and placed a hand over Broly's chest, with the heel of her hand resting over his heart and the tips of her fingers pressing against his sternum. "stay still."

"Uh..." Broly blushed, trying to force himself to not fidget at the close proximity of Gine break his concentration. "w-what are you doing?"

Hearing the child swallow down his apprehension, Gine in turn grinned as she spoke softly, "I'm synchronizing my energy's pulse to match yours."

"Pulse?" Broly queried, now feeling Gine pressing her left forefinger against his forehead. As she did that, a soft thrum of energy buzzed underneath his skin and made his body glow a soft white hue.

"My talents don't go into becoming a powerful warrior. It is through my own interpretation of energy and my own natural empathy that I am able to bond with people in a literal sense," She explained as her own body began to glow a soft white aura in turn, matching the quiet pulse that was created from Broly's own drawn out energy to be exactly the same as her own. "by lacing my Ki into yours, I can imbue my own energy into you and strengthen you, without ever needing to be close by or within arm's reach."

"Is that why you're touching me?" Broly asked, albeit snickering with his own play of words.

Either she was too naive to know the innuendo or she didn't care to comment on it, Gine explained with a nod, "I'm tapping into the nerve centers for your Ki flow. My fingertips are lacing into the Genki, the doorway to your spirit and container of all your life force. The base of my palm and wrist is tapping into your Yuki, the regulator of your energy to how much and how little you use. My finger is harnessing your Shoki, the hub from which all your Ki is controlled from your mind and throughout your entire body.

"By tapping into these three points, your Ki flow will be receptive and open to the flow of energy coming from my own," Gine finished tutoring Broly, just as she removed her digits away from him and thus ended the soft glow of energy from them both. "there. We're connected."

"Okaaaaaaaaaaaay," Broly mumbled out, looking down at his upraised hands, turning them around as he tried to see if he was feeling any different, "what now?"

"Now comes the next part," Gine said with a whisper, closing her eyes and clasping her hands in a gesture that was similar to prayer. Over the course of a standard several minutes of waiting a visible field of azure light caressed Gine's pores. When she visibly glowed with cobalt energy, a gentle stream snaked out across the air, swimming through the space until it latched onto Broly's person.

Immediately Broly felt the energy. It wasn't that it was overwhelming since none can compare to his Super Saiyan powers. It was the fact it felt like everything around him was so vivid. A smile donned upon his face, taking the time to look at himself and then over his shoulders, before finally locking his eyes back at the smiling visage of Gine.

"You can feel it, can't you?" Gine inquired knowingly.

"I...I can feel everything!" Broly said happily, a giddy smile breaking across his face. Rising off the ground weightlessly, he looked all around in a complete circling motion. Landing on the ground he couldn't help but just look at Gine in awe. "what is this feeling? Am I really feeling the planet and the crystals beneath my feet?"

"Ki exists in all things, living and inanimate. Even the ship has some level of Ki in it. It is the Universe's way of saying it has a heartbeat, and every little thing is beating in a harmonious tune together as one," Gine explained in a whimsical fashion, spreading her arms around for emphasis. Placing them both over her left armored breast, she concluded with a soft whisper, "remember that heartbeat, Broly. As long as you have it, your light will never dim in the bleakest darkness."

Those last words caused Broly to lunge into an embrace with Gine. While the Saiyaness was barreled over comically onto her backside, she heard the soft sniffles as the boy burrowed his face into her bosom. All she could hear besides the soft sobs was whispers of thanks and mother being mentioned. Feeling tears welled up within her own eyes, she tightly hugged back the boy and caressed his hair tenderly as she whispered compassionately, "There there, Broly. It's alright. It's okay. I'm here."

"Mom," Broly thought with a sad smile, hidden from Gine as tears flowed down his face, "thank you!"

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Journal Entry #59

It's time, truly time, for Broly's first real battle.

Over the course of the last eight years since we left Historia we all have trained, ate, and raided together. Broly has come used to working with a team and use his powers accordingly as support with the rest, something he often begrudgingly did with the utmost excellence. Due to the need of discretion he has been pushed to the side and kept back from more of the populated outposts within Freeza's control or employ.

Simply known as Konats, it is a world with multiple satellites and a vast metropolitan structures where vast cities are populating the Konatsians. Due to the lack of proper Scouting technology, however, we are unable to properly gauge the average Konatsian's power level so we are going to have to rely on Ki Sense alone to give us rough estimates. From their technology and numbers, they might truly possess a means to test Broly's powers.

But now, finally, comes the test to how strong Broly has truly become and fight this battle on his own.

While Gine has displayed understandable concerns, what with her being something close to a maternal figure and one concerned with Broly's well being, I am confident he will do just fine. I will be accompanying him purely for close hand observation, and ensure that he doesn't lose himself in the fight or something out of the ordinary occurs. Her connection will be a life line for us in the worst case scenario, hopefully preserving our lives long enough for us to be extracted.

Though even Scallion agrees that there is such a low margin for error that nothing should go awry. Having trained with Broly in tandem with him, I've gained exponential strength I never would have dreamed in just using my Ozaru Form. Who knows? In a few more years I might be able to stand on even grounds with the likes of Freeza, let alone the rest of his family.

The only thing I am slightly unsure of is Broly's bloodlust. Despite his control over his personal rage and mental instability that comes with being a Super Saiyan, he still tends to feel a bit too excited when a battle he's in gets to its peak. Luckily nothing has come of it and usually just ends with more collateral damage than normal. I'm sure that at this point in time that Broly should be able to handle himself better. Besides, it's not like there is anything that can challenge a Super Saiyan, right?

Blast, Scallion is calling me! It's time for Broly and I to depart. Hopefully by the next time I update this I shall bring good news of Broly's progress and gauge just how long until we take the fight to Freeza.

End Entry

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A/N: And done! Wow, it's been awhile. I apologize for that DX

I hope you all like the different adjustments to how I interpret DBZ physics, the Super Saiyan form itself, as well as the Saiyan physiology. I tried to make sure there was a certain grace and art to Ki use as well as martial arts for their race, and that it isn't all just ruthless brutes laying waste to defenseless populaces. Well, at least not yet, lol

If you have any particular queries, please PM me as it may involve spoiler territory. I'll try and update this when I can, but as you've seen, I've gotten a number of projects on my hands on top of RL work. I'll do what I can to update VC in addition to OWS sometime within the next several weeks!

Until then, I shall see all in the next chapter release of, The Legend of Broly!