Broly sat with only the vaguest idea of what to do. When he was one with the Tree of Might, he could feel his energy reaching out through the entire planet, fusing into it second by second. He was nothing, he was everything, he was life, he was death, his sense of self was consumed until Nappa found him. Now he just had to figure out how to do the life part again.

But there was one other thing holding Broly's attention, the jewels on the bracers that Raditz had given him. For the first time since he'd worn them, they shined neither blue nor shades of green, but were clear. For once, Broly could look at the two jewels and see something other than a warning for who he could become, he could see his reflection clearly.

The inner peace was one he'd never had before, but there was no time to treasure it.

Vegeta's ki was faint. Broly could feel his own power coming back to him, it wasn't much, but it was definitely enough to get his captain on his feet.

Broly had always had trouble with the abstracts of battle, so he thought of it like cooking, and steadily pouring the ki into Vegeta like batter into a bowl.

With one last drop Vegeta was practically overflowing with ki, but he remained still.

Broly rested his palm on Vegeta's forehead, and it felt damp with a cold sweat. He had given him batter, but he hadn't put him in the oven. He was still missing the heat, the step that would actually grant him consciousness, and to Broly's dismay it wasn't raw ki.

But what had Nappa done to bring him back? He'd done it two times now, once he ripped him out of the tree and the second he did exactly what he was trying and failing to do now.

Broly sat, trying to ignore the bangs of battle above. His friends were out there fighting for their lives and he was hiding away, trying to wake the only person who had a chance at shifting the balance of the fight. He would never consider himself an expert at measuring ki, but it didn't take an expert to recognize the difference in size between their four cups of water andTurles's bathtub full of it.

He felt himself begin to cry and didn't try to hold it back. His tears flowed freely down his cheeks as he realized the absurdity of it all. If his friends and enemies were containers of water, he was the entire ocean, his strength was so vast that he could kill them all without even trying. He would kill them all without even being aware of it.

Power was something that he couldn't control, a chaotic hell that took away everything from him, that would take it all from him. He always had to suppress it, but now he had to figure out how to give his strength to other people.

Nappa believed him just as much as Raditz did, and he knew that Kakarot would trust him, but what did any of that matter when he knew he couldn't trust himself?

He blinked and his tears stopped with his revelation; Nappa healed him, but he also believed in him. Maybe healing someone wasn't about just giving them power, it was about understanding them as you did it. Nappa not only added to his ki, but synced up with it perfectly because he understood him, it must've given him the jump start he needed.

Before he wasn't adding ki to Vegeta, he was adding his ki to Vegeta, like two mismatching ingredients. They needed to go for one flavor.

If he could understand Vegeta, he could save him.

As Broly replayed their years of working together through his head, he heard something trudging towards him. Broly froze in terror as the memories of Vegeta faded away, he sensed their ki, and memories from a half remembered dream began to surface.

Before they could even emerge from the darkness, Broly said their name, and couldn't recall why he knew it. "Jerem?"

They walked with an erratic sway until they found safety in what remained of the doorframe. Standing between Broly and theTree of Might stood Jerem, the red namekian.

Whatever clothes Jerem had been wearing before were now just dirt and mud caked tatters. His eyes were sunken in deep, carving mahogany trenches in his face.

"Vegeta, in the flesh," Jerem said as he leaned his weight on the door frame, his yellowed teeth and purple gums shining in the flickering lights of the dilapidated command room.
Broly barely recognized the namekian, but he got in position to protect Vegeta all the same. Anyone who knew of the prince wasn't trying to help him.

Jerem lurched towards the computer as his next checkpoint before a rest, then dragged his gaze toward Broly. "You were in there for minutes … I was in there for days. I was a part of every root that stretched across this planet, every branch that stretched across its skies." His body shook, and dried flakes of dirt fell from his skin onto the floor as his grip tightened on the computer. "And you don't even remember me, do you?"

Hearing the fear in the namekian's voice, the tremble in his fury, finally made the memory click. He was the one who had begged Nappa for help, the one he silenced. "I'm sorry."

Jerem stood up straight, and his spine popped like branches bent too far. "It was your nature as an invader."

Broly didn't want a fight, there was nothing to win from it. He crouched low with Vegeta to seem less intimidating. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just scared … I was scared of trapping my friend in the same thing I was seeing, that we were seeing."

Jerem made an aggravated sigh. "When you came into the Tree of Might, I was the only other being with consciousness in there. You consumed me when I tried to ask Nappa for help. Before that I was navigating through you as if you were any other being the tree absorbed, afterwards I was just …" the namekian was silent as he stared unblinkingly at the floor, slowly rocking back and forth. "A passenger."

"I'm sorry," Broly said.

"...'I'm Sorry,'" Jerem repeated the words slowly, then continued walking towards them, "That won't bring any of my people back. That won't undo the centuries I lived through in there."

Jerem charged the energy in his hand and Broly flinched reflexively. "Your friends come in and kill my people, one of them even tortures me and says they can't wait until I get stronger, and you think that saying sorry is going to save any of you?"

"I … I tried to save as many people as I could, some of your people are still alive," Broly said.

"Some?" Jerem leered at him as his energy rose. "Dozens saved and thousands lost, you have nothing to be proud of, coward."

Broly closed his eyes and tried to remember anything about Jerem, it was the only way he'd be able to get through to him, but his memories weren't anywhere near as clear as theirs were. The only hints of Jerem that he could get were the namekian's strongest memories; The fusing of his clan, the dragon ball, and one thing that made it all click into place.

"You were kidnapped," Broly said, "by that guy who looks like Kakarot. It happened before me, Raditz, and Nappa went down to Roug."

"So you admit it," Jerem said, "one of your people kidnapped me."

"But he isn't with us," Broly said, "we're fighting him right now."

He rubbed his thumb against his bottom lip as he tried to remember anything that would help him, but the answer was clear. The tree was irrelevant, he knew Kakarot. "That's why Kakarot had come down to the planet," Broly said. "He didn't know Nappa was going to be in trouble and he had no reason to come see us either. He came down looking for you. He was going to try and fight you for fun, but you were already gone. That guy had taken you."

Jerem face became stern as he kept his energy steady. "That doesn't matter. Your team destroyed my planet, the ones sold it to Frieza. Only small pockets of my people are left, and what are they supposed to do? Run until they're attacked again? Work for Frieza for scraps? We had almost nothing, but you still had to take it away from us. Why?"

Broly couldn't answer. He had no idea why they had gone to conquer that planet in the first place, it wasn't something he was ever told about any planet. It had one of the lowest populations of a planet they'd ever invaded, and no resources to think of that they could need.

"We were told to invade it … because Frieza wanted it," Broly said. "All we knew how to do was follow orders."

They said nothing as the battle raged on above them. Jerem stepped closer, and Broly noticed his focus shifting towards Vegeta.

"Move out of the way," Jerem said, "I'm going to kill him."

Broly stayed still with Vegeta. "No."

Jerem's eyes narrowed into slits as he stayed catching his breath. They tried to raise their ki, but it came out in flaring sputters. They were both too weakened to put up any sort of fight, it would all come down to one move. "You're protecting him, after everything that he's done?"

"He's my brother. I'm not going to let you kill him."

"So you're going to kill me?"

The room rumbled from the blows of battle above as Jerem limped towards the two saiyans.

"I won't let you kill me," Jerem said, "You were in that tree for what felt like a few lifetimes. Try a hundred, a thousand. You have no idea what your friend put me through, what your people have coming."

Jerem clenched his fist as he tried to get his power level higher, but he couldn't. He'd reached his limit.

Running on fumes, Jerem stumbled to the side and the energy in his hand flickered out as more debris fell off of him.

Broly could've attacked, but he only watched.

Jerem moved his left foot forward and then raised it in front of him, looking like he was ready to block with his knee or let out a kick, and raised his arms up high with his elbows slightly bent.

Broly remembered drawing the stance when an elder showed it to him on Roug, it was the oldest fighting stance on their planet. No matter how long Jerem had been trapped, he didn't forget what his people had taught him.

"What are you doing?" Jerem inched closer. "Are you going to protect your brother or not?"

"I'm not fighting you. I'm not fighting anyone anymore."

"All the better, I get to wipe out two monsters from this galaxy without even trying."

"Then why'd you give me a chance?"

Jerem stood still, measuring him.

Broly knew that if he was more like Kakarot he'd egg the namekian on, or if he was like Raditz he'd be able to make some strategy for the conversation, but he wasn't like either of them. He'd spent almost his entire life living with his teammates, but there were certain things he could never learn. So he did what he did on every planet, he looked Jerem in their eyes and talked with him."You waited. You heard what I had to say."

"Because I've seen your entire life, you forced me to," Jerem said. "Unfortunately I can have some sympathy for monsters, but you're starting to wear it thin."

"I forced you to?"

"You overpowered everything in that tree. I was that center once, and then I felt the roots being ripped away from me like veins out of my skin when you showed up. I was what made it grow so fast, so stable. It sucked away my energy as it kept me reliving the worst days of my life. I watched the carcasses of every living creature it touched on this planet fall at my feet. We were the only two things it couldn't kill."

Broly looked down at Vegeta and knew his captain would've thought that meant the tree was weak. If it wasn't so sad he'd almost find it funny.

"Why do you think that was, that it didn't kill the two of us?" Broly asked.

"I'm a namekian. Soil, water, me, it probably couldn't sense the difference between them. Between my regeneration and its need to consume life, it couldn't have been happier to have me for eternity. But you? You were too strong for it. It couldn't take whatever power you had in you all at once, or else …"

Jerem's glanced at the room he had come from, the odor of the tree still lingered. Bark, blood, and smoke.

The room shook again as the planet bellowed from its very core, its vibrations shaking over every inch of the planet. Everywhere that the roots reached.

"Overwatered," Jerem said.

Broly nodded his head slowly, working through the idea. "It was going to use me until I ran out of energy."

Jerem nodded back. "I felt it when you first got tangled in its roots. With power like yours it could've grown its branches out across the galaxy, taking root in one planet to the next. You and Nappa accidentally saved trillions.

"But the earthquakes, the flames of ki … it's the tree's death throes. The energy it couldn't take is going to spread through this planet and destroy it."

Broly's eyes widened, but Jerem just looked at him plain as day.

"Can you not sense it?" Jerem asked.

Broly shook his head. "I'm okay at sensing ki, at best."

"Hm." Jerem's glare softened. "You're a saiyan, and you were raised like it too. All your techniques are centered around destruction, and that's the only lens you could view learning anything through. Sensing what the ki is going to do next, knowing someone's true nature, even doing something like healing your friend, it would be child's play for a namekian. "

Broly scooped Vegeta into his arms and stood up. There wasn't a second to lose. "We have to stop it."

"Stop it? There is no stopping the tree. It's in both of your natures to destroy, this was always going to happen. This planet may die, but it will mean you murderers won't go on to kill billions more." Jerem's anger had subsided, and instead he retreated into objectivity. Broly could sense it in his tone, one plus one was two, what goes up must come down, and both him and Vegeta dying meant the greater good.

"But I can stop it." Broly looked at the empty jewels on his bracers. "I need to try."

Jerem scoffed. "A coward until the bitter end."

The comment wasn't one that would've ever made Broly angry, but he was surprised by how neutral he felt about it. Despite the namekian's obvious disgust with him, Broly's face didn't even budge.

He looked at Jerem's stance once again and pointed a finger at him. "The elder of the clan taught you that. You were the slowest to learn it."

Jerem jumped backwards, erasing all of the distance he had covered as he landed at the doorway to the room they had both escaped from. "How did you know that?"

"Your elder told me when I was on your planet. When the tree swallowed me, it wasn't like what you're describing. I don't remember being there for years, I was just there until I was swallowed by the planet. Everything went black and then … it felt like images, sounds, bits and pieces. When Nappa showed up was the first time I felt in control of anything, and he helped pulled me out."

Broly saw that it was his turn to walk and he took it. He got half of the way to Jerem and said, "It just wanted me to lay down and die slowly, but somebody picked me up. I'm sorry nobody was there to do that for you. You deserved better."

"You're talking nonsense." Jerem bared his fangs and Broly felt no fear from the intimidation, even knowing they would be eager to attack. "Your people have wiped out billions of lives from the galaxy, destroyed entire societies - my society, just so that one tyrant can get richer! Weaklings doing a monster's dirty work so that you don't get killed, and you want me to just let you walk away?"

"You think I would run away?" Broly asked flatly.

"Like you always do, drawing, collecting recipes, stories. With your power you could've killed them, you could've killed all of the Cold Family like they were nothing, but all you've done is hide. I've seen everything you've done, I've lived your life through your own eyes and I know what you were capable of. You chose to let those people die so that you could feel better about yourself."

Broly carefully placed Vegeta down on the ground, stepped over him, and walked up to Jerem until they were chest to chest. They were equal in height, and Broly found a strange respect for the namekian. Jerem was the first person since his father to truly see what he was capable of, but no fear was within him, just the determination to do his duty to the galaxy.

"Then you know that If I truly unleashed my power, if I let that anger consume me, there wouldn't be a galaxy left. I've known that since I was a child, since I killed my best friend, and my father was the only one able to stop me. He's been gone for years, I've known since the day he was gone that there was nothing that would ever stop me again. So yes, I did hide, I picked the lesser of two evils, but it was still evil. Hiding didn't make me a good person. I've never thought I wasn't a monster."

Broly's fist were clenched, but his thumbs fidget in and out of them and around his knuckles. Even weakened, he could feel his ki building itself back up, and it was in his nature to force it back down as it did. "But when I hid … Those people could sense it. On every planet we went to, there were people who were nice to me… I never understood it. Those people had no reason to be nice to a monster, but everywhere we went, there was someone willing to be kind. What right do I have to hurt anyone?

"If I lose control then I'll be the worst monster the universe has ever seen, but while I'm in control, I can make sure as many people live good lives as they can.

"Do you really think that speech is going to keep me from saving the universe?" Jerem shook with anger as the room quaked once again. "A monster with a good heart and is the argument you're making to stop me from letting this planet blow up and ending some of the biggest threats in the galaxy?"

"But if I could be more than a monster, if people could see me for more than that." He pointed to Vegeta's unconscious body. "Anybody can be."

Jerem's stomped the door frame but it remained unscathed. "That's it?! That's your plea for your lives? Redemption?"

Broly looked at his reflection in the bracers, then back to Jerem. "It's my plea for everybody's life. Everyone deserves a chance at it."

Jerem's face darkened as he stood in silence.

"An old woman taught me how to draw before I hid her away," Broly said, "and a chef on Frieza's ship taught me how to cook because he saw how afraid I was to train. You saw when the man who was one of the most feared generals on planet Vegeta risked his own life to save me because he loved me like a son. You know that bad people doing good is possible. I only want you to let me try and do as much as I can. I need to give back to this galaxy, I need to do as much as I can, or else what was the point of any of this?"

"Of course it's possible," Jerem said. "But it won't bring any of my clan back. No good anyone does will ever bring them back. I had one shot at it, and your people ruined it. Every moment I spent suffering there, I at least had the hope that the dragon ball would still be there when I got back home, that I could trade my life and bring my people back. Instead I had to waste it wishing for the seed of this tree, tricking that fool into thinking that's all the ball could do. But then I saw you and Nappa's memories." Jerem's tone was strained with bitter hatred. "Nappa hurled the ball into space."

"You wanted to wish your people back, and you were going to die doing it?" Broly asked.

"Equivalent power levels, the way that the Dragon Ball of Roug has always worked. I'm the fusion of all my clan''s warriors, we fused together to fight you and failed. It only makes sense that I give my life to bring them back."

Confusion creeped onto Broly's face as he put a thumb to his chin. "But the Tree of Might was stronger than you, how could you make a wish for it?"

Jerem leaned against the door frame. "But a seed wasn't. It was just as dangerous as any other until it was planted. That Saiyan found me just as I was making the wish and intercepted it."

Broly's confusion didn't lessen. Why would Turles go to a planet that Cooler's forces had never been sent out to at the exact moment Jerem was using the dragon ball, an item that none of Vegeta Squadron had ever put in any report or heard any namekians bring up during the invasion? It was strange, but there were bigger problems to worry about.

"All of the energy I put into the tree, I'm going to take it back," Broly said. "That's how I'm going to stop the tree from destroying this world."

Jerem waved his arm past his side to usher Broly ahead of him. "If I had known you were just going to kill yourself I would of let you go without any argument."

"I don't plan to die," Broly said, "but if I don't do anything, it's going to destroy this planet, and all those people who've lived here won't have anything left to come back to."

"And why should you care? They probably wanted all of you and your friends dead, or else they wouldn't have built this whole structure to begin with."

Broly looked past Jerem, into the darkness of the tunnel ahead, back to where the only known element was death. "Because I don't know everything about everybody, and I'm sure that at least one of those people deserves a home to come back to."

Broly turned his back on Jerem and picked Vegeta up. "I'm going to go and stop that tree now. You saw my memories and know that there's a ship I used to get on this planet, you should use one of those to escape from here."

Jerem walked forward, leaving the way to the Tree of Might unguarded. He stared at the hole in the building that led to the outside world, where the screams of the saiyans could still be heard battling.

"Sure, I'll just walk on over there, "Jerem said as he continued looking out at the war zone above them. "I'm sure it will be a simple trip, never had any bad luck with saiyans before."

Broly ignored his sarcasm and turned back to Jerem. "Thank you for letting us go. I won't forget this."

Jerem grunted. "Only because I'm expecting all of you to die here, every second I spend here is one where the dragon ball hurdles further into space. If I ever see you two again, if I ever hear of you and any crimes against the galaxy, I'll kill you myself. Don't make me regret this moment of weakness."

As Jerem headed for the door to the bunkers, Broly had one last question for him. "You said you could sense people's true nature, right?"

Jerem continued heading for the exit, but Broly pressed on. "What … what's my true nature?"

"Grey. The same as almost everyone else's in the galaxy," Jerem said. The automated door opened for him to leave, but he stayed still for a moment longer and added. "Yours is lighter than many, but don't get confused. It doesn't only take bad people to do evil."

Broly nodded at Jerem. "Thank you, for everything. I'll make sure to do the best that I can. Good luck on your journey."

Jerem left without turning back.

The door closed, Broly turned around, and looked back down the dark hallway leading to the Tree of Might. There was still one thing left to do.

Broly got to the pod that Nappa had torn him out of, a broken eggshell made of bark, now the headwaters of a river green ki flowing from it.

The nigh infinite ki pumped out of the shell and upwards, and spread to the mass of roots around the cave. Broly could see that the energy was barely held in by the roots that had once trapped him, they looked translucent as his ki saturated them, giving the room an ominous green glow.

The ki was as violent as it had always been, deadly and screaming for more, just like it had for all the years that it was inside of him.

He looked at the clear gems on his bracers and sighed. It had been a nice few minutes.

Broly stuck his hands on the sides of the pod and jumped in.

The Tree of MIght was dead, and all that was left was Broly. The rage that seemed unending, the destruction that it yearned for, that was the only force that the young saiyan had left to fight. No mind games, no illusions, only raw anger.

Broly felt it washing him away, his sight began to fade to a shade of red as he felt the muscles on his body shift and warp.

He braced his body, he needed to be stronger than strength, than rage. His friends and family needed him to be, so he would. He would take on everything that he could if it meant saving this world, saving it for its people, saving his teammates from getting killed.

He had the power to destroy the whole universe in one day, he just needed to protect one planet for one moment.

But he wasn't strong enough to take it all on his own. Not all at once, it was a lifetime of power, not something that could be absorbed in seconds.

The pain grew excruciating as his sight became completely consumed by scarlet. No longer was it a filter over the world, agony was all he could see and feel.

He tried to scream, but there was no sound, only the silent inevitability of the end.

In that moment, a memory coasted its way to the top of his mind, passing all of the pain with ease; The two teenagers were standing in an open field on planet Thaw, lit only by a pair half full moons.

"These are for you," Raditz thrusted the bracers out at him. "My teach… Some local gave them to me, I won't really be needing them,."

Broly only stared at them. No one had ever given him anything before without it being part of an exchange. What could he do besides look at Raditz and wait for him to say what he wanted?

"Well?!" Raditz's cheeks grew red. ""Are you going to take them or not? They just made me think of you is all, so I thought you might like them! Don't try to make anything out of this! Just remember to stay on my good side and I'll be on yours. Got it?"

Broly continued looking at them.

"Somebody gave them to me, and now I'm giving them to you, because they made me think of you!" Raditz's entire face blazed red, and his teammate jerked his head away, shielding himself behind his mound of hair.

Afraid that he'd already upset him enough, Broly took the bracers and put them on, the gems on them glowed a dim green and blue.

Now iIt was bright and early in the morning on Ror, one day before the invasion formally started.

When they were children, Vegeta used to make a game of keeping the locals guessing on what their intent was, but he stopped doing that as soon as Kakarot got good at it. Those were the days he missed the most, but now they only did it when Vegeta was bored.

The next time the sun rose, they would be expected to have killed or removed most of the planet's population.

He was at the manor of Mrs. Grafite, a tiny crone of a woman who never stood upright and found Broly's feral tendencies more endearing than aggressive.

She had tried dressing him in the most regal of clothes, but they always got torn to shreds when he went into the woods to relax. She had tried teaching him how to write, but he always threw the papers away out of frustration.

He could get the letters to look right enough, but then she always wanted him to try and sound them out. It wasn't worth the anger.

He wanted to show Raditz that he could do it, to surprise him, maybe get down in writing the things he couldn't mutter out in person, but that was just another thing that was out of his reach.

They were sitting together on top of the manor's highest hill, perched together on a rock that overlooked the whole of her property. They each had a piece of paper resting on a board in their lap, and a piece of charcoal in their hand. On their papers was a drawing of 's Manor, but she had drawn , with a drawing of the sun in a corner pointing arrows at it.

"All right, Master Broly, are you ready for today's lesson?" Mrs. Grafite asked.

He grunted and scribbled at the corner of the paper.

"Chi-aro-scuro!" She cheerily clapped with each syllable and paid Broly's brooding no mind. "Shading, how the light works with the dark!"

She put her piece of charcoal on the blank space behind the manor and looked at Broly's board. Slowly, silently, and cautiously, he followed along, priming himself for her to yell at him for what he had done wrong.

"Fantastic!" Mrs. Grafite began scrubbing her charcoal on the page. "We'll work by making the shadow of the manor."

Broly glumly followed along, making half-hearted swipes at the space behind the manor.

Mrs. Grafite grinned and pointed her charcoal at Broly's efforts. "Great work!"

Broly stopped drawing and turned to look at her. He had never heard those words together one after another.

Mrs. Grafite's crows feet grew as she tapped the charcoal at her head, smiling as she said, "Everything has a little bit of a shadow, some more than others. But if you can get a technique to manage them, everything will work out just fine."

Broly's mind flashed to the drawing of Raditz he was working on that night, it was terrible. Thankfully his friend didn't get to see it, he hid it underneath himself as soon as he turned around to walk over to him, but the drawing was better than the last one he had made. He was getting better at shading, and could almost get it right.

The memories shattered into searing red pain again. His thoughts burned away as he held in his scream, knowing that it would be the end. He would explode with a shockwave of energy, and losing only this world would be only the beginning.

A sharp stab of pain from the crown of his skull down to the tips of his toes shocked him back to the present.

He gritted his teeth as he kept trying to overpower his rage like he'd already done with Nappa, but he couldn't push it down, it was winning every second. The strands of hair in front of his eyes changed from black to blue, and he knew the end was soon. He had failed. He wasn't strong enough.

""Remember, it's about technique. Not power." Beelo's words from when they worked in the kitchen together echoed in his mind, and he felt like a fool.

Of course he wasn't strong enough to do it on his own right now. This wasn't something that he could overpower, it was a part of him, he needed a technique to manage it.

There was no time to think, he aimed directly down the river of ki, and thanked the gods that this was the only planet with life on it in the solar system.

Nappa had taught him well.

Broly's jaw staggered open as he gripped the inside of the pod and took in as much of the energy rushing through the tree as he could. The energy poured into him, now it just needed to be poured out again.

His jewels shined green.

Broly let out in a guttural roar, "Break Cannon!"

A cataclysmic burst of energy shot from Broly's mouth and shook the planet to its core.

Broly could sense his attack shredding the inside of the tree, absorbing the energy within the tree as it rose through its center, all the way until it reached the top, miles into outer space.

All of his anger looked so small when it was that far away.

The room that was once glowing green gave way to darkness as the blast traveled further away, but just as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, a blinding light erupted. The blast detonated so deep into space that it couldn't be heard, all he heard was the explosion of the Tree of Might turning into billions of fragments of scrapwood that sprinkled across the cosmos.

The shell of the cave was blown open, and Broly looked up at the brand new reality as he took a quivering breath and burned the sight into his memory..

Losing that much ki twice in one day made him feel more tired than he ever had before in his life, but there was still one last thing to do.

He tried to pull himself out of the pod, but the fragile remains fell apart from his touch. With a disheveled groan he crawled until the palm of his hand landed on Vegeta.

He looked at the broken prince without a kingdom, on the run from his demons, fighting to keep everything together as best he could, and knew exactly how he felt.

Broly tried to heal Vegeta with the energy he could spare, then closed his eyes for a long rest.