Darkness.

That's what Paragus felt himself descended to. A pitch black unforgiving Hell the moment his son struck him. Stricken into a comatose state he wouldn't feel or see the tears shed on his behalf. As it took months across the cosmic sea to reach one of their roving band's contacts, he'd be inducted into cutting edge healing machinery. With not even the Freeza Army's resources capable of rivaling this tech, he'd take daily baths in healing fluid before allowed back onto a medical recliner.

Despite his unconscious state, his body grew stronger from the experience. It wouldn't be several years till he awoken from his light deprived world. It was only his folly to expect anything but good news to when he came to the natural world once more.

Chapter 4 - Our Souls Are Black

Age 756, Unknown Planet, Northern Galaxies

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" A loud scream was heard coming from down the hall. Within a spartan arranged quarters with tiled surroundings was a much larger man than before. Gone was the well built teenager and now was more resembling a lanky yet muscular adult. Sweat matted his sheets as they were turned over while the raven haired Saiyan clutched at his head, a simple silver band radiating a red blinking pulse over his forehead.

"I'm here, Broly!" Gine cried out as she skidded into the room, her hands immediately grasping one of his wrists. As she spoke, a metallic wristband glowed a tender blue while she rubbed his contracting hand. With her words combined with tech, the blinking red dialed back to a blue itself, the man's breathing slowed and his hands unfurled from his temples.

"M-Mother?" He mouthed within his sleep.

"Yes, it's your mother, Selary," She lied, as she had for the several years these night terrors propped up. The trauma of his horrific acts not lost on his fragile mind along with the condition his father was placed in, his recollection of memories back to the day of his birth had become all the more clearer. With the help of the brilliant scientist head of this facility on a slave driven planet, they had created a device acting as a mental inhibitor to ease Broly's nightmare waking fits of anguish.

"I...hurt father," Broly sputtered, face welling up with grief as tears spilled from his closed eyes. "I...killed my friends. I'm...such a...monster."

"Shhhhhhh," Gine shushed him gently as she stroked his sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," He muttered until the light finally winked out, his breathing slowed and proper sleep returned.

Just as sudden as he regained peace of mind, so too did his caretaker. Standing upright she stumbled a bit, finding herself sweating and her hands shaking. Looking at her palms as they clenched and unclenched she couldn't help but feel her heart was racing. The fear of these past few years hadn't vanished, not in the slightest.

Her love and empathy for the poor boy was committed as much for love as a child of her own but also out of survival instinct to keep his ravings from becoming lethal. She remembered his attachment to her was initially due to the memories of his mother, whom seem to stem from an almost unrealistic point of time he knew her. Despite this, the trauma inflicted on his newborn self and the more recent savagery he unleashed on enemy and friend alike wrought with guilt for his surviving parent. Now he was in a perpetual state of misery, only taking up exercises and basic training to cool his mind less to actually grow stronger.

"If this is what he's capable of now, I'd be mortified if he could get any stronger when he has another one of these sleeping fits," She thought as she examined the gauntlet as much as the room. The quarters they had manufactured upon their arrival was meant to contain his power, and reverberate any shockwaves that might come from his unconscious release of Ki. As for her device, the scientist that is based here by the name of Krang had created it to subdue his brain waves and calm him while unconscious.

She remembered him working on one for a conscious subjugation device but she was apprehensive on even implementing a piece of technology. The last thing she wanted to do was damage Broly's mind beyond its point of complete insanity. Damaged he may be, peace wasn't out of the question and something she wished to rehabilitate him to in time.

"This state of the art facility couldn't be powered and conditional for our comfortable living if not for the local slave force. I wonder if I should stage them on more personal degrees of servitude that they can benefit from?" Gine inquired to herself as she exited Broly's quarters.

A distant gust of wind blowing through the halls and shaking the entire facility caused her eyes to bulge. This Ki was immense and something she hadn't expected to be present. Its quality however made her gape, immediately sending her into a sprinting fright towards the location.

Rushing past many collared troopers in meager protective gear and shackled slaves keeping the planet operated base functional, she'd appear at the hospital wing in a matter of seconds. Stopping before it she saw the man who had been bedridden and floating in a healing tank for years, on his feet. Bathed in a lime coat of power that thrummed around him considerably, the look on his scarred face was one she hadn't seen before.

A look of pure elation and near ecstasy.

"This power...I've never...felt so strong before," He murmured in awe, unaware of the collared medical staff surrounding him in a petrified state of fear. As he flexed his hands up to his muscles and twisted his torso around, the tail-less Saiyan turned to look at Gine. His broad grin had unnerved her, as the feeling of Ki sent shivers down her spine. Whereas she felt pitiable uncontrollable wellspring from Broly, Paragus felt like a brimming pot that was boiling over.

Not to mention the glint in his working eye, opposed to his mangled left eye.

"C-Commander," Gine stuttered aloud, finally snapping out of her reverie. "Your awakening is a surprise. You've been in a coma for so long..."

"That explains it," Paragus nodded, his boastful exertion relaxing till the whole facility was quieted once again. With the doctor scrambling around the room while the nurses departed he looked to the Saiyaness, still adorned in simple shoulder-strapped battle jacket with her tail wrapped around her torso. Black leggings leading to a pair of boots he guessed little has changed about her uniform since the- "The Disciples of Galick...they're dead, aren't they?"

"Yessir," She replied morosely as her head bowed.

"Damn shame," He remarked, his attention deviating for a moment as the doctor retrieved a medical eyepatch. Reluctantly he took the square string strap and covered his eye, for the moment adapting to his loss of vision. With only a humble patient's belongings, the muscular Saiyan demanded for his armor and tunic to be brought to him. The doctor left in haste, leaving him alone with the Saiyaness once more. "How long have I slept?"

"Three years, two months and five days," Gine described in minute detail, her face growing cold at remembering such things.

"I see you've been doting on your journal to remember that," Paragus humored with a slight smile.

"It's all you can do when you've got nothing but time keeping an eye on your recovery and Broly's...well...he hasn't been doing well," She wavered in the detail as she sighed, hugging her sides while shivering in recent memory.

At doing so, her wrist band was made known to him before he could comment on his son. With piqued interest he reached down and pulled her arm up for his sole eye to see. She was shocked by his sudden grasp but didn't pull back, afraid of it breaking if he got mad.

"Interesting device you have here," He murmured, the eerie look entering his eye once more. Releasing his grip he smirked with ambition in his voice. "Who made it?"

"Y-You remember Doctor Krang?"

"The freak scientist? I remember we contracted him into our employ," The Commander delicately worded much more nicely compared to what actually happened. Crossing his arms over his chest he leaned forward with a smile. "You had him make that for you. To control Broly?"

"To help Broly," She corrected with a rare firmness in her voice she rarely used. Despite this, his expression hadn't changed. Cracking a nervous smile she stepped back with a wave of her hands. "Look, we should just simply forget about the plan. Taking on Freeza as we are is-"

"-still going to work," Paragus cut her off as his brows furrowed. With a graveled tone he strode over to her in a way that made her back up with apprehension. Touching the wall with her back, his breath washed over her face while a hand touched her shoulder. She shuddered with fear but was unable to look away from his penetrating gaze as he continued to speak in a too still voice. "This was just a minor setback. Sure, we lost the Disciples, but we still have Broly. With your help I'm sure we can dominate Freeza's Empire and take it for ourselves."

"Empire?" Gine inquired, shivering at his touch lingering over her arm, stroking it as another reached out to cradle her face. "W-Wasn't this about revenge? Rebuilding the Saiyans to its old glory?"

"We will. It will just be easier to usurp a throne more deserving of us as its King and Queen," He insinuated with a broadening smile, revealing white teeth that could easily sink into her neck if he felt inclined. Even the softness felt belying of menace, something she hadn't felt around the Commander. Without Captain Scallion around, she felt like a cornered animal before a real beast. "Broly will be our child to succeed us in time. But for now, we need to use his power as the Super Saiyan of Legend. Only through him we can achieve greatness. Do you understand, Gine?"

The Saiyaness had a lot to digest. Obviously years in a coma hadn't dampened his motivations but it certainly warped Paragus' priorities. The bludgeon to his head just made him more aggressive, and she didn't know if she'd prefer him being asleep now or awake as he is. Given she had no choice in the matter, all she could do was dumbly nod her head.

"That's good-"

"Father?" A voice emanated from the door.

With a turn, Paragus and Gine looked at a simply dressed Broly whom only wore a pair of leggings. The father hadn't seen him in the last few years and couldn't help but marvel the sheer height he obtained, not to mention a more defined musculature frame. But as he and the woman parted, the son didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around the flabbergasted parent, his eyes instantly moistening as his voice shook with shaky breaths.

"I-I'm so sorry, father! It's...it's all my fault," He cried as he hugged the now smaller older Saiyan.

"No time to be soft, son," The Commander replied dispassionately. He watched his son nod and part from him, trying his best not to look at the wound he inflicted on him. The elder Saiyan simply grinned as if nothing was the matter. "Don't be sorry, son. All we had was a minor setback. Your savagery is unparalleled but we need to ensure you can properly control yourself in the future. I'll do my best that all of us can achieve our destiny."

"I...I believe you, father," Broly forced a smile, looking more relieved despite his own anxieties. He was so worried that the man who raised and taught him would be so mad at what he had done. The fact he had forgiven him and even had such a confident expression did wonders to alleviate the turmoil wresting within.

When the doctor arrived with clean garments and his own specialized armor, Paragus excused himself to be properly changed.

This left Broly to walk down the hall with Gine, the latter of which had a troubled look that the younger Saiyan could detect.

"Are you...alright, mother?" He inquired hesitantly, already uneasy that he may had done something wrong. Not ignorant of his emotional durress throughout the past few years on this world, he became passively apologetic. It was a trait he didn't possess before, but being only in her company made himself realize just how delicate his peace truly was.

Something that Gine could completely agree with him.

"Broly," She spoke, almost whispering as her gaze turned towards the taller Saiyan. "You know that no matter what happens, I'll look out for you, right?"

"Of course-"

"Even if it may seem cruel," She interrupted him, causing him to stop with her a few footsteps ahead. Biting her lip she looked with a tearing smile, feeling herself shake even as she spoke to him. "Even if you come to hate me, I do everything to ensure you survive and that you have a brighter future than we do."

"Gine," The prophesied child called her name, one of the few times he did. Only when he did so did he truly understand the seriousness of her words. He watched her approach her tread forward, flinching as she reached out towards his chest. Pulling back, she flung herself to hug the grown Saiyan as tears ran freely over her face. Unable to comprehend what she was doing, Broly could just awkwardly hold his arms out and blink warily at her diminutive frame.

"From this point on, you will go through hardship like never before. But know that even if you fall into the abyss and curse my name...I...will always love you," She whispered as her embrace finally relinquished from him. Even as he reached out with bewilderment painted on his face, she forced a coldness to envelop her demeanor and walk.

Rejoining the green fatigued armored Saiyan back in his hospital room, Gine stared forward with a steeled composure.

"Commander," Gine spoke levelly, bringing herself in a straight posture that befitted someone belonging to the warrior life she was brought up in. "I'll do my best to get Doctor Krang to begin work immediately on a Cognitive Restraining Device for Broly. With luck it should only take a few years for it to be fully prepared. And if its compatible with him, we should only need another year or two before he's fully adapted to it."

"Excellent," Paragus replied with an assured grin that she had come to his side fully. "That should be plenty of time for me to get back into shape and bring Broly out of whatever rut he's had in his training. Just make sure to ready him on the day we outfit him."

"Yessir," She remarked, beginning to turn until she felt a hand grasp hers. Whirling around, she saw the look of desire in the man's working eye as he examined her. Doing all she could to not shake like a caught animal, she vocalized a follow-up inquiry. "Is there...anything else?"

"You won't need to sleep alone anymore," He intoned with a husky exhale, his smile decadently present. "Make sure to bed with me tonight."

"Of course...sir," Gine nodded, allowing him to let go after there was nothing else to be said. Banking around the nearest corner, she couldn't help to hug her sides and vibrate like a scared girl not deserving of her racial heritage. Closing her eyes tightly, she prayed to whatever higher powers could hear her that everything will turn out right.

And that Broly will endure the pain of his future.

Journal Entry #621: Signed by Gine; Age 759

Things are...well...going as as well as you'd think.

That day Paragus awoke was the day I chose to die, in a manner of speaking. My fear of what he's become and my fear of what Broly could unleash ultimately made me make a hard choice. I've talked about this a thousand times already but it doesn't go without saying that I'm just...

I'm horrible, aren't I?

I've agreed to sign away what free will Broly has left just for what? Domination? Status? Revenge? I don't even know what I'm fighting for now. Captain Scallion...I've missed his stern yet strangely caring presence. Without him and the others, I feel so lost. I don't know how I've been able to cope for so long. It felt like ages with me tending to two wounded souls. Now that one's recovered, I've lost what resembled freedom of my own.

Today, Doctor Krang has achieved a stable working device. After he tested it on a few of the 'Collared Workers' as he stated, he guaranteed it was a flawless system to direct, inhibit and control when necessary.

My only concerns are what would happen to Broly's mind if...there I go again. For as much as I've been pestered for being called mom, I really do sound like a mother.

But he can't think that now. He's our savior, after all. He must get through this, no matter the cost.

"Alright, this should be just right-"

"Father, what am I wearing?"

The Saiyan had been so consumed with his task of placing the intricate jewelry around his son that he hadn't noticed the look of discomfort on his face. He was used to flexible battle gear, for sure. What he was now adorning was something fit for a posh ruler on a lush world. Golden plated rings wrapped around his biceps and neck, along with blue jeweled braces that mirrored the same material his boots were a part of. White silk slacks adorned his legs while crimson sash that had a golden belt with a similar crystal at the center. This left him bare chested, with an ornamental crescent plate of gold with a shimmering crystal at its center.

"You're a Saiyan born of noble blood. When it comes time, you'll need to be prepared to wear this when you take charge of your new Saiyan empire," He explained with a convincing smile.

The son looked over his parent, noticing that he too was dressed differently. Gone was the simpe shoulder-padded combat jacket. Now he was affixed with a white cloak that wrapped around his neck in a curled collar. The armor he wore underneath had a single black strap over his left shoulder, while the rest was a deep green, a pair of leather gloves outfitted over each of his hands with a hip protector over his left hip. His muscular legs were bare for the exception of a pair of combat boots. With a black strap covering his left nonexistent eye, he looked like someone who could lead an army into battle while be seated on a throne himself.

He looked far different to the older son than he had in years past.

They had been sparring and building back any stamina he lost, including strengthening his father there had been nonstop talk about the future. Never had anything been focused on the present. Without any missions to deviate their course it was always about the one thing, and Gine adamantly supported.

Even then, these few years flew by and he hardly had time to really consider an alternative path. Assuredly, his Saiyan blood pumped with the challenge of taking on an empire or depose this Freeza he had heard about. The tyrant that had destroyed his world and sent him along with his father running.

"Now," Paragus stood back, appraising his son with a look of pride in his eye. "You look truly befitting of the Legend, my son."

Broly could only weakly smile, uncertain how anyone of any upbringing could be used to wearing such ceremonial apparel and be considered a powerful warrior.

"Commander," A steeled voice broke out from the entrance of the room. Both turned to see the Saiyaness companion of theirs, outfitted in her own improved gear. Smooth shoulder pads possessed a violet cape that circled nearly her whole body. Beneath it was a purple dyed combat jacket, her legs wrapped with black leggings to be fit within a pair of white boots. A rope belt made out of her prehensile limb wrapped around her middle as she carried a pair of devices, already wearing one on her left hand.

One was an intricately designed golden brace that looped around a few knuckles with a recognizable gem at its center where the palm presided. Handing this to Paragus, she was the one to bestow a golden crown with the jewel sparkling at its epicenter. Watching him bow, she grimaced slightly before forcing a smile towards him.

"This will feel...unnatural, Broly," She admitted as she placed the metallic band around his forehead and through his scalp. "But it will make it easier to handle your rage, not to mention your nightmares from this point on."

"It's okay," Broly smiled genuinely at the both of them. "I trust you. You're my family and if you say this will help me...then I will concede."

Gine bit her lower lip nervously while Paragus barked out a laugh.

"Well spoken, Broly. You couldn't have made a father prouder," He declared, fastening the device to his hand properly. With Gine standing back to his left side, the elder Saiyan raised his hand in a palm splayed posture. "Now, if this works right...

"Sleep."

The single word made Broly's eyes grow heavy, a blue glow emanating from the crystal on his crown. Without much effort his whole body was rendered unconscious, a snore audibly heard while he stood upright. The result was comforting to Gine that they could incur such an order relatively easy.

"Marvelous," Paragus eyed his device with a fevered grin. "The power to control a Legend in the palm of my hand. So wonderful!"

"Awaken," Gine intoned as she ignored the Commander's rambling. With a scarlet colored blink upon both gems on each device, Broly's eyes fluttered open and he found himself groggy but conscious.

"I...fell asleep?" The Saiyan asked dumbly.

"We're experimenting at the moment, Broly," The Saiyaness explained with a smile, her eyes glancing over at Paragus as he looked back up at his waking son.

"Alright, son," The senior Saiyan lifted his hand, a sparkling glow emanating off his device once more. "I want you to raise your power and stop at halfway without transforming. Understand?"

"Yes," Broly mumbled out, his face contorting into a stony expression as he reacted automatically. Without even blinking his body reverberated an emerald light, thrumming throughout the chamber. The room shook but was able to withstand the force. Then, just like that, he held the Ki at the point he was told.

"Full power, without transforming," Paragus commanded, witnessing a jolt and a flash around his son's frame. White tendrils crackled and ebbed around his flexing frame but did little else. Grinning with swelling success at this project, he then cried aloud. "TRANSFORM!"

"HNGH!" Broly growled out, veins throbbing around his limbs and forehead, following with a golden wave of force that shook the room violently. After a few quaking sensations they'd witness a strange side affect. Instead of the flaring golden tresses they were familiar with, it was in a shade of cyan blue with a golden aura thrumming continuously around him.

"Why did his hair change?" The older Saiyan inquired with a tilt of the head.

"Its probably because of a byproduct of his tampered brainwaves," Gine mentioned, turning to look at Paragus with a questioning look. "Do you feel that? Broly's power is bottled up. Unless you tell him, he'll likely never unconsciously unleash his full transformation's potential."

"With this much power flowing through him, a form like this will do just fine," Paragus argued, his grin remaining constant as he raised his hand and disengaged with another string of words.

Broly's eyes blinked and he felt dizzy, steadying himself on the nearest wall. He sweat but he smiled towards his father and surrogate mother.

"He'll need time, as you said to get used to this," The Commander stated less enthusiastically, walking away with device in hand. "Even if he has to be conditioned to be commanded on the mundane, it'll be daily. Let's start today, Gine."

"Yessir," She responded dryly, her eyes drawn to Broly's forced smile. Pain welled within her heart but she dared not show it. Closing her eyes she raised her hand and initiated her own command. "Walk with me."

With a renewed, doll-like visage, Broly began following her with the Commander long gone. Even as his steps clapped across the ground she couldn't help but feel she was making a prisoner out of the closest thing she had to her own child. Her yearning to comfort him was only held back by the belief this was the right path and her own fear of straying from it.

"Forgive me," She pleaded silently as the prodigal son continued to be led on strings by the pair of Saiyans for ambition and glory's sake.

None of it erased the blackness she felt painted on her soul.

Age 764

"Freeza's...dead?" Paragus gaped aloud through the vid-comm.

"Yes," Muttered the contact through the screen, obviously nervous of angering the Saiyan overseer. He was composed with tufts of orange fur with a feline brown complexion. Despite possessing sharp fangs, claws and red eyes he looked terrified of the Commander who rained fire upon him and his crew years ago. "The Freeza Force has tried to quell rumors but honestly, the last transmission recorded from their flagship transmitted their demise quite clearly. Not to mention Lord Cooler's own signal went dark along with his fleet not long after. It took me awhile to get this information but I assure you its all authenti-"

"No."

"Pardon m-"

"NO!" The Elder Saiyan, now with anger flashing in his eye and veins ready to pop around his face. All he saw was red. A fist crashed through the screen, smashing through the console as he roared aloud. He'd continue smashing everything apart in his office, his bellows causing those outside to immediately deviate from the hall occupying his quarters. Such a commotion was made that Gine wasn't far behind to enter the doorway, watching him lift his desk up and smash it against the floor. "DAMMIT! DAMN IT ALL!"

"What's wrong?" She inquired from the doorway. "Broly's asleep-"

"WHO CARES ABOUT THAT?!" He snarled aloud, turning to bear upon the shrinking Saiyaness. Hands gripped her shoulders tightly as his breath washed over her face. "Do you know what I just found out?! Our plans are undone! Everything we spent years training, preparing and waiting is now been cast to the wind!"

"How?! What are you talking about?!" Gine barked back, more confused than she was scared now.

"I just got a report from one of our contacts with tabs on Freeza's Army," He replied, relinquishing his hold on her arms, turning to seethe a glare at the dismantled machinery. Fists clenched tightly and his body practically steamed with anger. It could be felt by the sound of his hissing voice. "Lord Freeza and his father, King Cold, along with his estranged brother have all been slain. By what, you may ask? If what I hear is true, its another Saiyan. Not just any Saiyan, but a SUPER Saiyan."

It made the Saiyaness gawk. The idea of another Super Saiyan seemed baffling as much as it was ludicrous. The Legend had foretold only one in every thousand years. To have two in the same generation was maddening. Unless...

"What was his name?" She asked with a softer tone of intrigue.

"Vegeta," Paragus heaved, his body barely able to contain his own rage at the mere mention of his name. "The bastard of the late king! They say he still lives and was responsible for this!"

For awhile, Gine didn't know what to say. The idea of another Saiyan possessing the legendary power, but was almost a spit to the face it belonged to the last ruling house of the Saiyan race. The Prince, heralded as a gifted boy who surpassed his own father at a young age was reviled by any survivor of the race's genocide when he became Freeza's lapdog. She could see why Paragus would be in a rage not about the downfall of Freeza's family, but also because of Vegeta's claim to his son's birthright.

Yet, all wasn't lost.

"Paragus," She nearly whispered, though he didn't turn from his spot. "I know this news may not help undo what's been done...but Freeza wasn't without an heir."

That was enough to pique his interest. Turning to look over his shoulder with his good eye, she continued with a steeled composure despite her inward trembling.

"It was something I heard when the Captain had been spying on Comm signals between territories. There was talk that Freeza's son wasn't going to take the throne for awhile, at least until King Cold had decided passed away or relinquished any holdings over their systems. With his brother dead and the entire family all but gone, it is likely to assume they'll awaken him soon if they want to keep the power vacuum from imploding their empire," Gine declared as honestly as she could without holding any facts back.

"It's...a start," Paragus nodded, his fury being relieved and his fists unclenching. Turning to look her way with a begrudging smile. "I'll have to find that treacherous bastard Vegeta later. When we reclaim their Empire for our taking, I can put it back together in the way I'd see fit. Then, I'll make him beg at my son's heel before I watch his life smothered away."

"Just so you know, Lord Ize is rumored to possess power even higher than his father," Gine warned him, not wanting this opportunity to be sullied through desperation. Not to mention the thought of Broly being harmed sickened her to the core.

"Then we'll ensure he won't get the upper hand," The ambitious Saiyan assured her with a smug grin as he raised a fist, clenching it upright to emphasize his words. "We'll destroy Freeza's legacy, and then, I can do the same to Vegeta's!"

Journal Entry #891: Signed by Gine; Age 765

We've reached it, Freeza's home world of Arcos.

Its native inhabitants were said to be a battle hearty people from what I was told, but nothing quite like the Saiyans. The abominations that are the mutant family of Freeza's Clan certainly speaks volumes of how much of a power difference is between them. Ordinarily I'd say attacking their home world is foolish if not just because of their orbital defenses but because of the sheer number of their world's troops. Only an army could even hope to match them with the Full Moon's rays.

Unless you had Broly.

Paragus is convinced his son is invincible but I'm wary. His awry mission proved that there are forces out there that can harm him. Things we don't understand could be the very end of a reborn legend. I want to tell him no, but I can't help but feel like glass next to him. And while I could always run away with him, where would we go? And Broly isn't exactly stable without that device strapped to his head.

Oh yes, I forgot I'm still a devil.

This...horrid practice we've undergone has made him placid. He's barely able to emote to anything. He reacts and obeys without even us using the machinery now. I feel like I've ripped out anything Saiyan about him and made him simply a walking machine of meat that can only fight and obey. Yet...he still smiles...he still calls me mom.

I...I don't know how much more of this I can take. Living this lie that I'm doing this for him, that he's thanking me for putting him through this. How can I even compare myself to Paragus? In the end, we Saiyans are all the same. We're selfish, we consume and we kill.

I'm not sure if this will work or not but...even if it doesn't, I hope it'll just end this nightmare of a life I'm living.

A/N: And done...eleven months. That's an improvement, right? XD

I do apologize, but with the lack of Vegeta Chronicles updates beforehand, I had no inclination to continue. But now that the Broly Arc is commencing, I wanted to continue this story and at least attempt to finish it sometime this approaching Fall. Hopefully. We'll see.

Yeah, a lot of things to talk about in this Chapter. From Gine succumbing to fear and following Paragus, to the Commander himself transforming into an obsessed ambitious man who is but a shadow of his former self. Not to mention poor Broly is treated more like an object than a person at this point and he's so trusting that he's passively okay with it. The sadness in this Chapter is heavy for me to even write. Hopefully a good blood lust and knuckle bruising will lift spirits right?...right?

And who knows where this story will go? I aim to finish this series in about...three or four chapters from now. And if anyone's questioning the length, I want to make it easier on myself and people who help Preview this story to make sure its in tip top shape for you guys.

Until then, I'll see you guys on the next update (hopefully sooner rather than later!) of The Legend of Broly!