It was looking to be a very boring day in H.F.I.L again. Jeice and Burter were lounging around at the base of one of the mountains, talking about whatever came to mind. "So, Burter, quick question for ya, yea?" Jeice asked. The blue alien cocked his head to the left slightly and said "Shoot." Jeice, looking a tad uncomfortable, continued. "Well, you say you're the fastest in the universe, yea?" Burter didn't like the direction this conversation was already heading…which was downwards. "I am the fastest in the universe. Your point?" Jeice rubbed at his nose. "Well, I might be wrong here, but Frieza has a higher power level than the entire Ginyu Force and so does that Cell fella. That means that they're faster then right?" Burter narrowed his eyes at Jeice but conceded the point. "Ok, I used to be the fastest in the universe. But at least I'm still faster than any of the saiyans here."

As if on cue, a blur ripped straight through the mountain they had been resting underneath and plowing into the earth nearby. Both of the two Ginyu Force members were on their feet, alarmed by this new turn of events. "Jeice, what the hell was that?" They both zoomed over to the crater in the ground, only to find the King of the Saiyans half buried facedown within. "Um…Burter? I…I think that he just went faster than you too." Burter would have clocked Jeice upside the head had the ground not begun to tremble. "Jeice, lets gain some height, fast!" The red-skinned humanoid nodded and took off with Burter hot on his heels, not a moment too soon. Paragus tore through the same mountain, Paragus having dug a trench 6 kilometers long before making impact. Broly surveyed his handiwork with a gimlet eye. "Hmm, looks like it wasn't a strike. Pity." The mountain slowly began to collapse. Broly grinned. "Oh well, I'll take the spare. Better than nothing wouldn't you say boys?" This last question was directed at Burter and Jeice, whom were surprised at his sudden appearance.

Jeice was the first one to speak coherently and said, "Oh yes sir! Way to show them what for!" He gave an anxious laugh that quickly died. Broly eyed the pair of them before speaking again. "Would you two care to join my game? These sports always get so lonely when you play solo." His voice was practically dripping malice and seemed to promise pain. Lots of pain. At a bargain price. Burter shook his head and said, "No thanks, uh, sir, we have other stuff to do, right Jeice?" Broly phased behind them and grabbed them both by the backs of their necks and said, "I love when they think I'm asking." He then promptly flew towards the nearest mountain peak with the two soldiers in tow, screaming their heads off. The two thought that Broly would simply throw them into the mountain but instead he plowed through the mountain, still holding onto them as he slammed into the next mountain in the range…and the next…

Ten minutes later, and the trio were happily playing another sport, with a decimated mountain range below them. To the casual observer, it seemed a twist on tag and catch fused into one. Broly was having a delightful time putting Burter's reputation to the test with his newest game, which he called Suicide. In Burter's humble opinion, the game was aptly named. What it seemed to consist of was Broly tossing a seemingly endless supply of small energy balls in their general direction, which was made worse by the fact that each orb seemed to have a mind of its own, homing in like a missile. The name of the game seemed to stem from the small detail that failing to dodge even one blast led to you immediately getting saturated by the rest, wiping you out of existence until you reappeared, something Jeice had demonstrated numerous (and exceedingly painful) times. Burter had thus far avoided them all, but he was tiring and it wouldn't be long before he began making mistakes. Just as he was reaching the limit of his endurance, Broly abruptly stopped the flow of ki blasts. Burter ceased dodging, panting hard from exhaustion. The monster before them grinned and said, "You two can go now, my other playmates have finally regained consciousness." He was no longer looking at them and the pair of fighters took the opportunity to flee, leaving nothing but a trail of light behind them. Broly observed Paragus attempting to crawl from the debris with limited success; he had managed to dig out his body from the rubble, but couldn't seem to climb out of it. Broly floated down beside his father and kneeled beside him, clucking his teeth in mock exasperation. "Aww, you should know better than to play in wreckage. Here, let me help you up!" He smiled cruelly and grabbed his father by the wrist and threw him upwards into the clouds, where he hit the dimensions barrier before falling back down in a heap of broken and shattered limbs. Broly stomped on Paragus' back, savoring the agonizing cry that followed. "How's it feel father, to be at the mercy of your former prisoner? To know that a slightly insane monster has the power to whatever it likes to you and you are powerless to stop it?" Broly was feeling rather fine at that moment, the worm beneath his feet where it belonged. He pressed his foot harder, eliciting another cry of pain. The broken saiyan had passed beyond his pain threshold long ago, and was almost desperate for it to stop. "Broly, please have mercy, I beg you!" Broly stiffened. "Mercy? What's mercy?" He removed his boot from his father's back and grabbed him by the neck of his bloodied cape and hauled him upwards. "Last I checked, that word isn't in my vocabulary." Broly pretended to think about it for a second and then starting in mock surprise. "Oh wait, it means to show kindness and benevolence and to otherwise be what they call the 'nice guy' or the 'better man'." He tightened his grip, crushing Paragus windpipe remorselessly. "You see, I caused you pain in good sport. But now I feel insulted. I don't like being insulted! Now you've gone and PISSED ME OFF!" With a roar, Broly tossed his father forward into the debris. Still shuddering with rage, Broly slowly began to float upwards into the air, his green aura wrapping around him as he harnessed his energy. When he reached an appropriate height, he curled his right hand into a fist and held it at waist-level and pointed his free hand at his unmoving target. "You sniveling wench! Here's your mercy!" he snarled and fired a beam of concentrated energy at his father.

It would have hit, had another blast not intercepted it at the least second. "Always interrupted! Why am I not surprised?" Broly growled. He turned towards the source of the counter-blast, finding a tall alien figure hovering at his level. He wore a turban and tunic-piece, complete with a cloak. Broly huffed under his breathe. Why did people bother wearing capes? It was only a liability in battle, though since it made killing them easier (and more entertaining), he wasn't going to complain very much. The alien spoke in a deep voice, with a hint of a rasp to it. "That's enough from you." Broly gave voice to his irritation at being so rudely interrupted. "And who are you supposed to be, Green Bean?"

Pikkon smirked and tossed away his weighted clothing before getting into a fighting stance. "I don't really know. Why don't you come over here and help me find out? How about it big guy?"