Planet Trivegeta... Upper atmosphere...
A group of warriors, suspended in midair, were awaiting the arrival of an incredibly large energy signature, and the body that held it... A bald, short ex-monk spoke first...
"Wow... that's some power coming," Krillin remarked, staring at the sky. Piccolo was the next to speak up.
"We have to be on our guard at all times... we don't know what we're up against, here..." the Namek growled, sweat beginning to form on his green skin. Gohan looked up at his mentor hopefully.
"But we can win, right? Dad, Uncle Raditz, and you'll never lose! I know it!"
"We can try..." Krillin replied, gulping. "That's some power level..."
"Could be... but I'm not sure if we have to even fight or not," Goku interjected. "This could be an avoidable conflict."
"Kakarot, it may not be, as well. Knowing what the saiyans did before Frieza blew up Planet New Vegeta, I wouldn't be surprised if all we'd say fell on deaf ears," Raditz admitted.
"But couldn't we tell whoever this is that the saiyans truly changed?" Gohan asked his uncle. Raditz could only sigh.
"I couldn't tell you, honestly," Raditz answered. Piccolo sneered, crossing his arms.
"If not, we might as well say our goodbyes. This person seems too strong for us to engage at all," a voice said. The group of heroes looked for the source of the voice, to see Tora. Floating next to him were Fasha to the right and Borgos to the left. Then, Shugesh flew up to the other side of Borgos.
"Tora..." Raditz spoke, his voice wavering. "You cannot even beat this person?"
"It is never a sure thing, Raditz," Toma stated calmly. "But I shall try."
"Yeah, and I'm not standing on the sidelines, either, y'know," Fasha sneered. "Whoever this is hasn't thought too much about what kind of fighters the saiyan race is capable of producing."
"It's not like I'm gonna stay away from the battle while you bastards have all the fun!" Shugesh grinned. Borgos nodded, eating an energy bar.
Piccolo grunted in response. Turning to Goku, the namekian suddenly froze and looked up. "He's HERE!"
Everyone jolted their heads up to where Piccolo was looking, many feeling tension build within their hearts. There was a minute of silence, as the group of heroes gazed at their opposer. The creature had decent musculature, but was lanky and agile looking, as well. A red-orange shell covered the creature's upper body, namely the shoulders and pectorals, as well as the cranium. The shell had small bumps on it, and did not cover the face. Instead, a white bone mask was clamped around the being's mouth. A blueish stripe ran from the creature's head shell to between his eyes, which were the same hue. His forearms also had the same shell, as did its shins and groin. His hands had five digits, and his feet appeared to have two digits each. His abdomen was dark purple, as were his thighs, hands, feet, and the parts of the arms that weren't covered by his carapace. His face, however, had a tan coloration. The beings head was long like Appule's, and his back was completely covered by the carapace, except the lower back had four divisions. The shell tapered in the back to the base of the tail bone, where it extended for an additional two inches before ending at a point. The being glared at the the group, looking over each of the natively-raised saiyans, the short human, the stern namekian, and the heroic saiyan father and half-saiyan child. Krillin gulped again, sweating a bit. Piccolo was also sweating, and he growled in irritation. Gohan began to shake a bit, and the boy's breath was shaky as well. Goku put an assuring hand on his son's head, still looking at the powerful stranger with a protective look.
The being continued his glare, until he felt each person's energy and motives. He then saw into their minds and saw each of their pasts, and had seen how pure Goku and Gohan were, and how each saiyan had changed. He saw Goku and Krillin's past rivalry, the searches for the dragonballs, the Tenkaichi Budokais, the Red Ribbon Army, King Piccolo and his sons, the final fight between Goku and Piccolo, Goku's ascent into adulthood, and the year of training on Trivegeta. He saw Mercenary Tao, Pilaf, Korin, Launch, Kurosaki, Android #8, Shu and Mai, Generals Blue, Black, White and Violet, Colonel Silver, Bulma, ChiChi, Yamcha, Tien, Upa and Bora, Nam, Giran, Chiaotzu, Yajirobe, Arale, Kami, Mr. Popo, Master Roshi and Jackie Chun, Grandpa Gohan, Ox king, Oolong and Puar, Bunny and Doctor Briefs, Drum, Tambourine, and Cymbal, and the many saiyans Goku and company had met since they got to the planet. He also saw Frieza's betrayal, and the rise of a more controlled and advanced saiyan race, and how the entire race was pitching in to change for the better. He felt Piccolo's change from Gohan's love, and how much love was in the group of Earth's defenders.
'This planet couldn't have known about the Legendary Super Saiyan... They may have been training to become one, but they have no idea of the true power of the legend... No other Super Saiyan could match that one's power... They didn't kill most of my species... The legend's father did...' the being thought, his eyes softening at the realization.
…...
Meanwhile, Vegeta still was trying to figure out his predicament with the very legend that the prince couldn't even scratch. 'I can't even create a bruise on this bastard. What is this freak made of?!' Vegeta griped inwardly, growling in irritation. His forehead had drops of sweat beginning to form and drip off his brow. Broly continued to look solemnly at the royal warrior who had tried to fight him with so much vigor before. The legend knew that Vegeta couldn't defend himself or attack effectively with the large gap in power. Though even if the prince did attack, Broly wouldn't kill him.
Nappa was speechless. The saiyan general couldn't believe that he and Vegeta would lose to the legend, and not save Vegeta's honor, either. 'We're going to die without a trace, and it's all my fault... I shouldn't have told Vegeta about the Legendary Super Saiyan...'
Vegeta's patience was wearing thin. If Broly was just going to stand there all day, the prince would snap. "Are you going to leave, or do I have to make you?" Broly finally asked, breaking the ice with his ultimatum. Vegeta snarled at this, closing his fingers around a rock and crushing it. Flaring his aura, Vegeta yelled at the highest decibel he could muster, and the planet quaked under the lesser Super Saiyan's anger and might. Dust swirled around Vegeta's body, and the ground collapsed under the prince's feet. The prince suddenly rocketed up in the air, charging his Super Galic Gun. Vegeta was immeasurably fuming... at Broly, his father, and Kakarot... but mostly himself for not being strong enough to win. Vegeta began to yell his signature move, a purple light crackling in between his palms once more. "SUPER... GALIC... GUN! FIRE!" Swinging his arms to fire the planet atomizing beam, Vegeta was planning to destroy Broly with all his remaining strength. However, Vegeta suddenly felt an immense pain in his abdomen, and glanced down to see Broly's huge right fist planted there. Vegeta's breath soon failed to circulate, and he reverted to his base form, and hung from the fist, unconscious and limp. The Galic Gun dissipated with the one hit knockout, and Broly dropped his fist, catching the prince with his opposing arm.
"Fool," Broly scoffed quietly. He then vanished, reappearing behind Nappa. The general, quickly jolted forward, turning around. A look of pure terror was strewn across the huge general's face, who was now gazing up in awe at Broly's own size. Feeling small, Nappa's knees began to buckle, and his hulking body quaked like mad.
"W-what the-" Nappa choked. Broly's hair reverted to black, and his muscles shrank until he looked lanky... a completely different person. Broly threw Vegeta at Nappa as light as he could, and the hulking brute managed to catch his future king without toppling over. Letting out a grunt, Nappa frowned. "A-aren't you going to finish it...?" he asked in fear.
"I'm not a murderer like my father thought I should be. I have no intention to kill you or him..." Broly answered, his brow furrowed. "I do, however, want to fight the saiyan known as Kakarot... We were born on the same day, and I wish to see his power. You must take me to him..."
Though confused, Nappa didn't want to argue with someone holding so much more power than his own. "Alright... but I'm not even sure if Kakarot is a super saiyan yet..."
"It wouldn't matter... I will gladly hold back in order to spar evenly..." Broly assured Nappa. "I only wish to test him whenever he reaches a new level of power... Knowing how the prince ascended, I would hope Kakarot would become as powerful."
"Yes, and I would say I've grown powerful, as well." Nappa and Broly turned towards the newcomer's voice, to see a very familiar face to Nappa, and familiar hair to Broly. The newcomer's hair rose and changed from black to golden. Nappa gasped.
"Bardock?!"
…...
Meanwhile, the newly formed Earth Defense Force had been training vigorously for the past 10 hours, and each had been finding that their power was growing faster than expected. Upa had been training his father, Bora, so he could help out. Nam and Lanfan had been training together, and Hercule had been training with Videl as well. Arale and Eighter trained with Yajirobe, Launch, Ox King, and Roshi, and the androids, bipolar woman, and samurai learned the "Kamehameha" with their already high grasp on ki.
"Videl, think fast!" Hercule shouted to his daughter, firing a ki blast. Videl deflected it, and fired her own, which Hercule deflected. The two had been working hard on using ki as a weapon, and as a defense, which was already paying off. "Great work, sweetie!" Hercule praised, panting heavily.
"Thanks, Daddy!" Videl smiled. She was dripping sweat from the training they did, but anyone could see how Videl was much more tired.
"Kamehameha!" Eighter cried. The blue beam cut through the air, and blew a hole through a mesa. The Frankenstein's monster-like android smiled and laughed with mirth. "I'm just like Goku!" Eighter cried out in joy. Following Eighter's ki wave, Yajirobe, Arale, and Launch unleashed their own Kamehamehas, destroying the rest of the mesa.
"About time we got some action in, again!" Launch remarked, grinning.
Arale smiled. "That was kinda fun!"
"Yeah... it felt different attacking without my sword... I wonder if I could fire ki or whatever from my sword..." Yajirobe mused. Then he walked off. "I'm hungry. I'll be back after I kill a dinosaur or something," the samurai called over his shoulder.
"Yeah, whatevah'..." Launch replied, half listening, anyways. "Just be ready to train it off, later."
…...
"Well, are we gonna fight or not?" Shugesh demanded, his thick arms crossed.
"That all depends," the lobster-like being answered. "Do you all choose to needlessly fight, or ask why I am angry?"
"I'd rather hope to negotiate peace, honestly," Goku replied. "However, I have never fought anyone this strong before. I'd at the very least look forward to a sparring match!"
Krillin looked at Goku. "Some things never change."
"I had heard of a saiyan's love for battle. I am intrigued to how you will engage me in combat, though I intend to fight at an even ground with you, Son Goku. Or Kakarot, as the other saiyans address you," the bipedal crustacean said, smiling under his mask. Everyone looked utterly shocked at the being's knowledge on Goku. "Sorry for startling you... I have telepathic abilities." Goku blinked, and nodded. " And now I must introduce myself. My name is Soori."
"Nice to meet ya, Soori!" Goku greeted happily. "Let's get started!"
…...
Power Levels:
Goku: 230,000
Raditz: 220,000
Krillin: 145,000
Gohan: 173,000
Piccolo: 176,000
Toma (Suppressed): 400,000
Shugesh(Panbukin)(Suppressed): 360,000
Fasha(Suppressed): 380,000
Borgos(Suppressed): 340,000
Nam: 14,200
Lanfan: 10,800
Yajirobe: 19,000
Lunch: 18,000
Arale: 24,000
Eighter: 24,000
Hercule: 19,100
Videl: 9,650
Ox King: 17,000
Master Roshi: 14,400
Upa: 19,000
Bora: 190
Vegeta (SSJ): 135,000,000
Vegeta (SSJ) (Super Galic Gun): 180,000,000
Broly (LSSJ): 4,000,000,000
Broly (Base): 800,000,000
Vegeta(Base): 27,000,000
Nappa: 255,000
Tien: 148,150
Chiaotzu: 122,200
Yamcha: 142,150
ChiChi(Training): 59,000
Bardock(Base): 30,000,000
Bardock(SSJ): 150,000,000