Nappa and Broly kicked the sliding steel door off its hinges, standing shoulder to shoulder as they watched it slide to the tuffles' feet.

"Bet you thought you saw the last of me." Nappa stepped forward as Dr. Lychee tried to get out of his chair but stumbled instead, landing flat on his face as the chair shot from underneath him.

"H-h-hold on a second!" The scientist said as they tried to get to their feet, he was in such a state of shock that it required both the women in the room to help him to his feet. "I'm just a scientist with a lot of thoughts and no muscles, you can't do this to me!"

Nappa and Broly both looked at each other. Nappa smirked and Broly gave a sympathetic smile.

"What can I say?" Nappa cracked his knuckles in his palms. "Warriors will be warriors."

He dashed towards the scientist and was quickly intercepted by MIreau, clashing with the tuffle in a bare handed test of strength.

"Damn you, General Nappa!" Mireau said as he was overpowered immediately, falling to his knees from the saiyan's might.

Nappa could feel for his struggling foe. He'd lost to him not only once all those decades ago, but now a second time, the last chance his people would ever get. But now he would grant him the same mercy that Mireau had tried to grant him, the same dignity he should have given him the first time around. He couldn't promise that his death would be peaceful, but it would be quick.

"You got my respect, Mireau. You fought well. "The ki grew in Nappa's palms, forcing a small gap in their palms. "But I fought better."

The blast disintegrated Mireau on impact, and dissipated on the chrome floor beneath them. Not even ash remained, the tuffle was erased from everything but memory.

Broly was busy dealing with the remaining forces, but he gave the older saiyan a surprise that nearly brought tears to his eyes, he had defeated them easily.

Both his foes were laid dead at his feet. The once gentle giant threw the scientist on top of his former colleagues, then blew them all away with one blast.

"Whoa!" Nappa said excitedly as he to the younger saiyan and put him in a bear hug that lifted him off his feet. "You finally did it, you finally got your killing instinct!"

"Well," Broly said, struggling to get a word out while in Nappa's grip, "I had to. After they tied me up in there, I didn't really have a choice."

"Tied you up?" Nappa asked.

Did he see Broly tied up? No, things were getting dark and he was exhausted, but he would've remembered something like that, wouldn't he?

He let go of Broly and ran his hand over his head as he thought. He was laying down in the room past the sliding door. There were roots around him and he could sense it in his bones, he was about to die. The conveyor belt moved, and then …

Nappa ran his hand over his head slowly. The eyepatch Vegeta had made for him was gone.

"Broly," Nappa asked as he let go of him. "How did we get out of that room?"

"I healed you." Broly scratched the back of his head and looked away. "I was tied up but I learned a new technique, healing. You were almost out of it, so you probably don't remember much of that. It happened fast."

Nappa accepted the explanation without hesitation and grinned widely. "Almost out of it? You must be imagining things, I had this comeback in the bag the whole time. Great that you learned a new technique though, all part of a young saiyan's journey."

The moment he finished, the doors on the opposite side of the room opened as well. Walking together as proud teammates came Vegeta, Raditz, and Kakarot

"Vegeta! You're alive!" Nappa ran over to the prince to hug him as well, but came to a screeching halt from the bitter look he received. Instead he settled for standing formally in front of him, but couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from tugging upwards at the sight of him. He'd done it, he'd survived too.

"Of course I'm alive, you blathering fool!" Vegeta said. "Why would you think that there was ever any chance of me dying?"

Nappa jabbed a thumb at the tuffle's sphere of cameras they had shown him earlier. "Well I saw you on that and it seemed like you were … "

Vegeta's scowl grew.

"Put in a fake video," Nappa said, "they probably had somebody dressed up in a Vegeta costume. The dirty bastards."

Vegeta grunted in agreement. "Not like it did them well anyways. Seems like their last hurrah has already been brought to a close."

"Yeah." Nappa looked at the scorch marks on the ground for a moment, finally absorbing that the war he'd been a part of his entire life was finally over. "I guess that's that then. Feels a little odd that it ended so quick, but I guess that's just the way it is."

"How did it end the first time?" Broly asked.

"Oh," Nappa looked up at the domed ceiling and could almost see it playing out on the metal above him. The ceremonies, the feasts, the pillaging. King Vegeta's coronation, his appointment to the royal guard, their first days inside the castle, the rebuilding efforts across the globe, the unity all of the Saiyans felt. It was a nice year before King Cold arrived.

"Why are you smiling so much?" Vegeta asked.

Nappa hadn't even noticed he was. "Just gettin' nostalgic. It was a party, so let's go ahead and throw one! New empire, it only makes sense."

The more he decided to ignore, the lesser his pain became.

Vegeta's face twisted in confusion as he firmly crossed his arms over his chest. "Party? You think we're going to throw a party over beating these pathetic roaches? There's one last thing we have to settle before we do all of that."

The Saiyan Prince stepped in front of Kakarot and jabbed a finger into his chest armor. "You," the word dripped like venom.

"Me?" Kakarot said cluelessly.

"We have a Prekku, you idiot. You tried to come for my life and only one of us is leaving here as the leader of the saiyans. Do you accept or yield?"

Nappa hadn't forgotten the arrangement, but a small part of him had hoped that Vegeta would. It was unlikely, he knew how Vegeta was, he could never take even the slightest mark against his pride, nor should he. But it was always tough to watch these two fight.

Poor Kakarot always wanted to be the best, but it was impossible. There just wasn't a way that a low-class Saiyan could rise to the ranks of an elite. Bardock couldn't, Raditz couldn't, so why in the world was Kakarot wasting his time thinking he could? He was a good kid, but he was more hard headed than his father ever was.

Nappa respected him for his tenacity, but could only pity the young saiyan's foolishness. Vegeta was merciful enough to let him live when he beat him, a move his ancestors would've never done. Maybe he'd learn his place then.

"I accept!" Kakarot said.

He'd never seen his youngest son happier for a fight.

"Well c'mon," Nappa said. "We gotta wrap this up before the Ginyu Force finally decides to come down, isn't there a jammer or somethin' blocking them from seeing us with the scouters? If they come onto the planet will they be able to find us?"

"Oh, they would be." Raditz had already snuck over to a computer and was slapping away at the keyboard. "That is until I hacked into the mainframe."

"You did the what now?" Nappa said.

Raditz rolled his eyes at him. "I hacked into the tuffles technology, what they had, I have. And what they have is this."

The sphere of cameras all turned to one image of the Ginyu's ship, floating peacefully in space. It was quiet, rotating slowly, and then immediately destroyed by a blast from a green laser. The ship exploded into a jigsaw puzzle of metal, leaving Frieza's strongest soldiers dead on impact, now nothing more than dust in the cosmos.

"Yes!" Raditz screamed "I did it! I got them!"

Raditz leapt for joy, and Nappa caught him in the air by his neck, choking him as he screamed. "What the hell was that?! You didn't even try to fight them!"

"Stop!" Broly grabbed onto Nappa's shoulder, and the older Saiyan loosened his grip just enough to not accidentally break Raditz's neck.

"Let's go, Kakarot," Vegeta said after taking a glance at the scene. "There's not enough room to fight in here."
"'Kay!" Kakarot chirped, and just like that the two left the room side by side.

He didn't try to hold in his rage, he didn't try to sound rational, he didn't try to hold in a single thing. Raditz had just done the worst thing he could imagine a Saiyan doing. "He started a war that we won't even be able to take credit for and you want me to stop? You better be damn happy I'm not challenging him to a Prekku to the death right now!"

He let go of Raditz and he fell to the floor on his knees, massaging his neck as he tried to get his breath back.

Nappa looked at the weakling with disgust. It was hard to feel shame for Raditz, the coward who always took the easy way out, but day after day he always found a new way to disgust him.

"You can be better than this," Nappa said. "I know for a damn fact that this isn't how Bardock would've raised you. You can be a warrior, you can be brave, but you choose to hide behind your gadgets and fight people who are weak even to you."

"That's because i can't be strong-"

"But you can try dammit! I know that the two of you are weaklings." Nappa pointed to Raditz and Broly. "But there's no failure in 't it feel good when you fought that ape and the robot earlier?"

Nappa watched as Raditz thought on it. He could see the glint in his eye, the hunger for battle, the true nature of a Saiyan.

Nappa continued, "You can push yourself like that everyday, You'll still be low-class, but it'll be better than being a coward. It's in our blood, and that's what the future is going to be." He couldn't believe he was about to say what was forming in his head, but he took a deep breath, then looked at the pair of them. "When the new empire gets going … I want you guys to be by my side. Even if we have thousands of soldiers, I want you two to be working with me. I know sometimes I get mad at you guys and I fly off the handle but … you're … you're like…"

Nappa had never admitted it to them and could feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment. It didn't feel all that sentimental until he had to say it out loud. "Sorry for being so hard on you Raditz, I just … how does it go?"

There were many techniques that a Saiyan learned on the battlefield, but Nappa knew that an apology wasn't one of them.

"It's alright," Raditz said. "I want to become stronger, I'll become one of the strongest saiyans you've ever worked with."

Raditz held out his fist in front of him, and Nappa joined in by placing his fist on top of his. "Then it's a promise. Broly?"

The tall young man tilted his head. "Me?"

"Yeah, you," Nappa said, "I'm not asking you to bake pastries for us. Well, yet anyways. Now join in! No matter what, we stay together, alright?"

"Yeah." Broly daintily added his underneath Raditz's with a pleasant smile on his face. "We stay together."

"Great!" Nappa knew that Vegeta would probably have his hands full keeping Kakarot as his thrall, which meant that he would be back to his old status. He'd be a General again before he knew it, and he was already filling out the spaces in his army.

"Let's go see that fight," Raditz said. "Would be rather embarrassing if I went through all that effort to make sure Kakarot didn't get killed immediately, just for Vegeta to accidentally kill him in a few minutes."

Nappa nodded in agreement as they walked to the door. "Ain't that the damn truth. But Vegeta is smart, he'll know exactly when to let up."

The second they reached the door. They were back on the surface of the planet. Nappa couldn't remember walking through the tunnels, or leaving through the subway, he just walked through the door one second, and was on the surface the next.

He tried to remember any of the trip, but all that came to Nappa's mind was fog.

Nappa looked to Broly, then to Raditz, and they were completely unphased. They didn't seem to think that a single thing was off about their trip, but that didn't make any sense. He may have been a hardened warrior, but he knew they were at least as attentive as he was. Hell, Raditz was at least five times as anxious about his surroundings as he was.

Just as he was opening his mouth to talk to the pair about what just happened, the ground shook from an impact, and the three of them were covered in a cloud of grey dust.

"Well well well, Kakarot." Vegeta slowly descended from the sky as he spoke. The Prince was positioned in front of the sun, and his shadow cast down on all of them, even reaching out to the crater at Napap's feet where Kakarot laid. "Do you yield?"

Kakarot was slow to his feet and his knees shook even as he finally got upright. The moment he tried to continue the fight, it was proven to be a fool's effort, as he immediately collapsed from the exertion and fell on his back.

"You're … you're really strong, Vegeta. Did you know that?" Kakarot laughed as he talked. It was an odd laugh, not filled with any malice or mockery, but pure admiration for Vegeta's strength.

It was a laugh that until he heard that exact lilt, that ever so playful wink held within it, that Nappa noticed he hadn't heard out of Kakarot in many, many years.

Vegeta stood over Kakarot now and placed a boot on his chest. He had a few cuts on his armor and bruises on his face that would grow throughout the day, but overall the fight was only a trivial challenge for The Prince of All Saiyans.

To no one's surprise, Kakarot wouldn't surrender without further convincing.

Vegeta stomped down on the custom armor Frieza had made for his rival, shattering it on impact as he stepped through it like a thin layer of ice. In his finite mercy, Vegeta had stopped short of driving his foot through Kakarot, but instead only stomped firmly on his chest.

With his foe's armor obliterated, Vegeta crouched down, and held his palm an inch above Kakarot's throat.

"I could kill you right now," Vegeta said. "Do you yield?"

Kakarot smiled back at Vegeta, ignoring all of the obvious signs of his immediate death. "I mean, you could. But do you wanna?"

Nappa was sure that he must've been seeing things, but for just a brief moment, Vegeta's hand trembled. Once Vegeta regained his bearings, a sharp purple glow of ki enveloped his hand and hummed like a saw blade.

The hand lowered.

"Okay okay!" Kakarot said as Vegeta gave the hairs on his throat the shortest shave they'd ever experienced. "It was just a joke, c'mon! I give, I give. You still get to be the leader, happy?"

Vegeta finally raised his hand. "And you'll be my thrall, forever. You now belong to House Vegeta. My ambitions are your ambitions. Your life is my life. You renounce all claims at independence and submit yourself as an asset to me and my family. Is that understood?"

"Clear as could be," Kakarot said. "You mind gettin' up though, you're kinda crushing my ribs straddling me like this."

Moving faster than Nappa had ever seen him before, Vegeta shot off of Kakarot and stood above him, holding a hand out for him to grab.

"The only thing crushing your ribs was your inability to block them from being attacked," Vegeta said as he pulled Kakarot to his feet. "If you knew how to fight like a true saiyan elite, you wouldn't be having this problem."

Kakarot tried to drape his arm over Vegeta's shoulder so that he would carry him, but Vegeta bobbed out of the way, dropped his grip on his defeated foe, and then held him up by his hair.

"Raditz!" Vegeta shouted to the formerly lowest ranked of the two brothers. "Come carry this, he seems to think we're buddy buddy now."

Raditz took a step forward, but Nappa put a hand on his chest and stopped him.

"Don't worry Vegeta, I've got it." Nappa knew that it was Raditz's place to do it, but he had to be the one to carry him.

Nobody objected, and Nappa scooped Kakarot up and cradled him in his arms, just like in the old days. After Kakarot stopped being forced onto artillery duty every mission, this is how he had to hold him almost every time. Battered, beaten, barely breathing, but smiling all the same.

"You did great, Kakarot. Didn't win of course, but ya never could, not against an elite." Kakarot was still holding on, he was the physical embodiment of everything a Saiyan could hope to be. "But you still lived, we all did. I'm tellin' you right now that this is it kid. The beginning of the next empire. We'll be back stronger than we ever were before, and we'll all do it together."

In the blink of an eye they were back at their pods.

The latches on Kakarot's pod closed shut, and Nappa went over to his own. Before he could even sit down in his pod to head off to the next planet, he heard a crackle coming in from his pod's radio. "Vegeta Squadron, alerting all members of Vegeta Squadron. This is Paragus, do you copy?"

Paragus? That should've been impossible. He hadn't seen that man since Thaw, but before today he'd thought the war with the tuffles was over too, so who was he to second guess Paragus surviving?

As he leaned into his pod to grab turn on his communicator, he came to a dead stop as he heard a rumble in the ground. Out from the black soil of the planet, a one handed red namekian clawed his way to the surface, breaking free of roots that tried to drag him back down.

"Him!" The namekian pointed at Kakarot's capsule as he kept trying to pull his way free. "It was him who caused this, he stole the dragon ball, he wished for the seed!"

Nappa knew those roots. If he was half as brave as he thought he was, as he wanted to be, he would've blown the namekian and those abominations away. But instead he was frozen, watching as they struggled like he had against them.

The namekian looked like they were making progress, but they still screamed to Nappa. "You! Help me! My name is Jerem, you have to get me out of this. First he nearly killed me, then he took me here. I want to go back. I need to go back to Roug, please! I'll pay you - I'll fight for you, just get me out!"

Nappa could not move, but the radio got louder.

"This is Paragus. Vegeta Squadron, please respond, we have urgent news. There is a new homeland, a new Planet Vegeta."

Nappa could see the fear in Jerem's eyes, and knew that that was the same fear he had felt. Once, not long ago, he needed to be saved from whatever was killing him, and he was only saved because the same three sons that he fought for saved him.

But he'd never fought for a namekian, he'd only killed those pathetic slugs. So why was his hand reaching out to save him?

He was sitting in his pod. He didn't remember how he got there.

"New Planet Vegeta is waiting for you, It'd be an honor to have you in my service again," King Vegeta said directly to Nappa.

The Former General of the Saiyan Army pressed his face against the glass of the pod, and banged on its glass, screaming as he watched Jerem disappear in the same way he had, the .

King Vegeta kept talking to him, applauding him for his service to the saiyan people over the years, but he couldn't understand the words being said, they were just noises beating against him as he stared at the hole in the ground, the soil covering itself up, like that man had never existed. The only sound he could make out was a quiet voice on the radio, speaking underneath King Vegeta, saying, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Nappa shut his eyes as he screamed, and he almost missed his entire life; The five of them went to the New Planet Vegeta, Nappa got his role back as general, and served for decades in the army until his hairs had gone grey, the creaks in his bones grew plentiful, and the wrinkles on his face grew hard. The new planet had hundreds of saiyans that had escaped Frieza's attack, and grew to thousands within his lifetime.

He found a wife and had six daughters and six of them loved their parents, and they never had to fight to test that love.

He led his army with Raditz and Broly, and the three of them became the grandest fighting force in the Saiyan Military. Not a single soldier died an inglorious death, and not a single planet ever rebelled. They executed each mission with a level of perfection that had never been seen before by a fighting force in all the galaxy.

The night of Vegeta's coronation to king was the coldest Nappa had ever felt in his life. He wore A heavy robe over his ceremonial armor, but couldn't stop shaking as he gave his speech to congratulate the man he had dedicated his entire life to. When the celebrations were over he wished Vegeta, Kakarot, and their family safe travels, and he wandered out into the city streets by himself.

He sensed that his subordinates or his children would try and find him, but for the first time in his life, he hid. He ducked away into the alleys of the planet, drew the hood of his robe upon his head, and found a personal ship. It was old, dinged, and probably on its last trip before being put out to the scrapyards. He felt a kinship to it, and wasn't surprised to find that its keys were already in the door's lock.

He flew far across the night sky, until he came to a desolate spot in the desert and landed. He sat in the ship for a few minutes, enjoying its warmth, then got outside and sat on a stone, looking out at the millions of stars in the unobstructed night sky. He hadn't enjoyed a night like this since before the war.

Nappa heard someone land behind him, but didn't need to turn his head or the sense the ki to know who it was.

"Is everything okay?" Broly asked.

"No, I'm dying" Nappa pulled the robe tighter around himself, knowing no more warmth would come. "But I guess you already knew that."

Broly sat down with Nappa and stared at the night sky with him. "What do you mean?"

"I'm dying and you are too, I thought you may not've known, but it would only make sense that you do." Nappa craned a finger up, his coughs beating in his chest as he pointed at the stars enough times to make Broly think he was counting them.

Broly put his hand on Nappa's shoulder. "I think you should go back to the celebration, everybody is worried about you."

"Can't," Nappa said, "I gotta count 'em, think you should too."

"What are you counting?"

"Every single time you four died the last time that plant grabbed me."

Broly flinched, but kept his grip on the older Saiyan.

"The last time I was here," Nappa said, "it was only bad things. I had to watch each of you four die over and over and over again, and I couldn't do anything. I just got older and watched it happen in new ways every day as the life got sucked out of me. Only thing that's changed is that you're a part of it too now, and everything is going perfectly for me. More perfect than it ever could be."

Nappa had a brief coughing fit and coughed into his hand. When he was finished, he smeared the blood in his hand onto his robe. "I don't know what you think, but I'm not stupid. A perfect life, one where I'm just suffering forever, neither of them are what real life is. I know that much."

The two sat in silence for a long time. The wind blew, the world turned, but they sat as still as the stone underneath them.

"Ya know," Nappa said, still looking at the stars. "You did a really good job with these, you should be proud of yourself."

Broly gripped his hands together, fidgeting his fingers as he said. "I'm sorry."

Nappa started to laugh again, but it just turned into another coughing fit. Broly patted his back, and after he collected himself he asked, "What's there to be sorry for, giving me a good life?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I couldn't help anyone. I feel l've grown into people's minds, I can see everything about them, I can give them anything, but I'm useless. Everyone is going to die here and it's all my fault."

Broly began to cry, but Nappa was past the stage of life where he felt he could judge someone about that. Nowadays, he wished he could find a way to cry at all.

"Why do you think that's your responsibility? We're all warriors, this is basically what we signed up for. I would've preferred death through a blaze of glory, but death was comin' regardless."

"Because I can feel them." Broly pointed to the soil, and faces carved into it. The purple skinned two horned throhbaqian from the train and all his warriors, animals who's crawls shifted with the ground, and civilians who barely hung onto life after failing to escape the planet like their peers.

They all seemed serene, but Broly made them disappear with the wave of his hand. Looking at them only made his tears come down faster.

"I can feel it using me," Broly said, "me and Jerem, we're just batteries to it. It's using us to grow faster, but I can see everything it touches, I can feel everything it feels, and the me that's here is only one split among everyone."

The days had flown by fast, but not a single one passed where the screams of the namekian didn't find it's way into his mind.

"So you can go anywhere, what's Jerem doing?"

"Everywhere we go, no matter how anyone is doing, Jerem begs them to free him."

"Even in yours?"

"He doesn't come to mine. In his he's watching us kill everyone on his planet again and he can't stop screaming. No matter how hard I try to switch what he sees, no matter how much I try to undo it all, he knows what happened. What the Tree of Might wants to keep happening.

Nappa scratched at the grey bushy beard on his chin. It would make sense for a plant to use a namekian as a battery. They had such good regeneration that they could grow their own limbs back, but why would Broly be a good battery?

He tried to remember anytime he'd shown any fighting potential, but was drawing a blank. When they first met he had that collar around his neck that Paragus used to go shock happy with, and once that was off of him he got those bracers on and always seemed so calm.

"Broly," Nappa said, "what happened when you first got absorbed?"

Broly opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't get the words out. He couldn't find a way to say what he saw of his father, what he knew he would become. He tried to talk, but all that came out was a wail as he broke into sobs.

Nappa stood up and began charging his ki.

"Tree of Might, huh?!" The ground shook beneath him as he screamed. "Let's see who's the mightiest of all then!"

"Nappa," Broly choked out, "it doesn't matter, we can't do anything in here, we've lost. It's just like it's always been, we're just fodder for someone or something else."

Nappa only raised his power higher. "Oh?! And now you think you can make my son cry, huh asshole?!"

Broly's tears started to cease as he looked up at the grey general. He had never called him that before.

Stones on the ground began to rise around Nappa, flying loose from his strength. "You pick a fight with my kid, you die! It's real simple!"

This man had seen his planet destroyed, conquered more than he could imagine, and been tortured by the entity that he was only keeping at bay because of it's ambivalence to his actions, but he still fought. Nappa wasn't fighting as a matter of his saiyan pride or own honor, he was fighting because something was hurting him, something he couldn't even explain.

Nappa's robe billowed in the wind and he threw it away, embracing the cold of the wastelands and screamed to the empty heavens above, "Your days are done! My son is leaving here, or you and all of your twigs are getting burned!"

"Nappa," Broly mumbled, "it's the Tree of Might, it is strength. I don't -"

"Then let's be stronger than strength!" Nappa held out his hand to him. Not in the closed fist of a traditional saiyan agreement, but an open hand looking for help, one he'd never seen Nappa use in a fight. "We can do this!"

Broly's hand was slow to move. What if he tried and everyone's suffering was only made worse? What if the tree decided to kill them all? What if he was only what Jerem saw of them?

Broly saw Nappa's knees begin to buckle and his coughing got worse as his ki staggered. If he did nothing, the only thing promised to happen was the inevitable.

He grabbed onto Nappa's hand and joined him, screaming against strength, and fighting for their future.

He had a father that was cruel, but now he had Nappa. He wasn't perfect, but he was here now, and he cared about him like he wished he could his own father, how he wished his father would about him.

If the two of them died here, the others would have to go on thinking that they had failed, that they were failures like him, but he couldn't let that happen to them.

As his power level soared, Nappa's coughing stopped and his stance got more balanced. The grey's of his beard began to shift back to black and his wrinkles disappeared.

"That's it, Broly!" Nappa's voice was finding it's strength again as he tightened his grip on Broly's hand. "You're doing it!"

The planet began to shake as Broly's screams grew into an animalistic fervor that shook Nappa to his core. Was this the same boy that was hiding with the chef during training to learn more recipes?

Fissures erupted in the ground as Broly's hair rose, shifting in an instant from a pitch black mess of tangled to a golden mane.

Nappa continued pushing his ki, but he was purely on autopilot, he was in awe as he looked at his son. The saiyan had a new hero, he was getting to witness the birth of a legend that had been unheard of for hundreds of years. If Nappa's power level was a candle and Vegeta was a torch, Broly's was now the sun itself.

But the mountains began to rise, and the sun began to falter.

It looked like the planet itself peeled back as chunks of it hurled into space, carving itself into the figure of Paragus.

"My son," Paragus's voice pushed Broly back, and Nappa helped to keep him upright. "My biggest failure."

Broly didn't have time to think about the statement before Nappa took all of the ki he had charged and threw it straight at the manifested Paragus.

"Shut up!" Nappa shouted as the blast exploded into the mountains, resulting in a hole through his jaw that was filled just as quickly as it was created.

Broly knew what the Paragus was thinking as its attention focused on Nappa, and he could feel the shock collar on his own neck.

The threat against his dad was all it took.

"Leave. Us. Alone!" Broly screamed, and a bright green light overcame the pair.

Nappa could sense the energy as he watched the sky rip apart, but it was beyond his understanding.

As they broke past the constraints of strength, Nappa felt like he had lived an entire lifetime, and entered into a new reality.

As Broly watched the artificial world burn in a sea of green flames, and realized this reality was one he could never let pass.

Nappa awoke covered in cold green flames of ki. They did not hurt as they burned away the roots covering him, in fact, he had never felt stronger in all his life.

He couldn't say the same for Broly, who he saw drop from the burning heart of the Tree of Might, nor Jerem who came falling besides him.

He considered killing the namekian, but decided against it. He had suffered enough, he deserved to get to try and start a new life too.

The old general hoisted Broly over his shoulder, and left the same way he had been brought in, smiling proudly at the burning tree that once threatened to kill them all.

When he got to the steel door there was only one thing left to do, fulfill that first part of his dream as best he could.

With one excited kick he knocked the door off it's hinges, and entered into the next era of the saiyan race. "Bet you thought you saw the last of me."