The newly ascended Legendary Super Saiyan sneered at the line-up of fighters in front of him. Not feeling intimidated by the sudden overflow of power that Broly went through in the slightest, Piccolo vanished, flickering up to the ascended juggernaut and swiping his right arm with a half-circle chop at the giant's throat. Broly's right eye squinted in hindrance before the Ultimate Namekian swept his leg and whipped his antennae to send a paralyzing jolt of demonic electricity his way.
After vanishing again, Piccolo blitzed in from behind with a ruthless backhanded chop to the back of Broly's neck before moving his middle and index fingers to his forehead and charging up a Special Beam Cannon. Thrusting his fingers to the back of Broly's head, Piccolo unleashed his deadliest move, prepared in a blink with the full intent of the beam drilling through the behemoth's head. A yellow beam with flashy outlines of electric purple and an energy spiral around it blinked at light speed, crashing at the back of Broly's head.
"Alright!" Krillin pumped his fist. He may not have approved of ruthless, instantaneous murder under normal circumstances, but this enemy couldn't be compromised with, he proved unable to stop or tire and only fostered hateful and violent thoughts in him. There simply didn't feel like there was another way.
"You cockroach, that stung…" Broly muttered after his head slightly jerked down from the impact to the back of his head and a small trail of smoke smoldered from the point of contact. Piccolo dropped his guard, looking shocked that someone could not only survive but brush off his Special Beam Cannon.
Turning around, Broly spread his arms out while dashing right at the ultimate Namekian warrior. Piccolo spread his own arms to the sides just in time to stop Broly's hands from clutching around him and crushing him. The two entered an exhausting power struggle as veins littered Piccolo's muscles and face and it forced the greatest Namekian warrior to swell his arms up with pumping blood and brute force to a cartoonish degree while wheezing in exhaustion just to keep the heavyweight's hands at bay. Feeling taxed by this struggle, Piccolo swung his entire body forward, digging both his boots deep into the bottom of Broly's chin and knocking him away.
Piccolo sneered with his demonic fangs on full display with the meanest face he could offer the only challenger to date that tested the mettle of his ultimate fused Namekian power. He brought his arms to the sides while igniting energy flares around his hands that sparkled with electrical currents and passed off yellow jolts passing up and down Piccolo's aura. The Namekian's arms became a blur and seemingly multiplied as he tossed a wild energy barrage in all directions. Even with Broly's immense size, the energy blasts pelted him throughout his whole body while a noticeable part of the barrage still flew off in wild directions and froze in mid-air.
"What the heck was that?" Broly snickered with a sadistic smirk while emerging from the smoke unharmed. With a cocky look on his face, Piccolo hunched up and crossed his arms out in front of him. It was only when the first couple of blasts raced in from the hind and socked Broly from the side that the giant realized that the entire district had been drowning in an active minefield of static energy blasts. The detonating chain reaction wasn't purposeless, it directed Broly toward the largest clusters of energy where all of them could detonate at once in a motherlode of all devastating detonations that leveled the entire Saiyan homeworld and boomed off with a destructive energy dome easily visible from space.
It took Piccolo a little while until he could exhale the pent-up tension from his entire body and take a lighter breather. His back finally straightened up and his arms lost half their bulk while they weighed down by the side of the Ultimate Namekian while he panted. He had never had to spend this drastic amount of his unfathomable power on a single opponent. Then again, this was the mightiest of all Saiyan legends facing off against the embodiment of all Namekian warriors – the Ultimate Namekian, so it only felt apt.
Piccolo's face twisted in shock and respectful fear when he sensed a towering signature of Ki drumming from the location where he gave his enemy all he had. Broly descended from the dust cumuli with minor bruises and tears on his clothes, though looking thoroughly unimpressed. To think that only this far into the fight, his opponent's Ki had reverberated so high up he could withstand Piccolo's strongest attacks and still come back for more…
"This guy's an absolute monster…" Piccolo hissed.
"Monster? No, I'm the devil itself!" Broly plastered a sadistic and mischievous smile on his face.
"He definitely became more eloquent," Krillin winced because of the effect of the profound aura of intimidation resonating off of his foe.
"Probably because he doesn't have to pretend about how fucked up he truly is," Chayote bit her lower lip and clenched her fists, letting a sizzling halo of golden light wash upward throughout her body that sparked a golden aura around her while spiking up her hair and dyeing her eyes teal.
"Sadly, you're wrong, Chayote…" Broly turned around, showing the opponent that had just given him his all his ogreish back as he turned to the female Saiyan and pointed his index finger at her. "It's because it's now become painfully clear to me what I have to do. Ever since I can remember, I've heard about how kind and merciful you were and how much I and my father owed you for helping me get healed. I felt indebted to you, you were the second person I've ever truly loved and I've sworn that I'd make you my queen and rule alongside you and make every wish of yours come true. We'd rule the universe and do whatever we want together!"
"Yeesh…" Goku stuck out his tongue.
"But now that you've stabbed me in the back, I don't have to bother with the headache of how to make you see my side. I don't have to care about understanding you and accepting your role. Now that you've betrayed me, nothing else matters. I'm free to wreak havoc and destroy everything. This entire universe, one galaxy at a time…" Broly's manic eyes widened with white that was impossible to peer into. "Love is so itchy and stupid. I'd rather just destroy everything!"
Everyone lit up with their Ki, the Saiyans bringing up their Super Saiyan to the highest degree; the Earthlings cranking up the King Kai's Fist while Piccolo called forth the latent Namekian warrior strength that he hadn't been aware of until his back was pushed to the wall. This had been the first time that everyone would rush an opponent like this, mercilessly battering them with everything they had. This wasn't a martial arts showcase, this was a handful of prey banding together to trample the snot out of the greedy predator, seeking to eat them all up at once. Broly's roar resonated throughout while a lime energy dome surrounded him and spewed off stray energy blasts in all directions.
Everything went bright green for a second.
Broly dived with a one-leg kick, socking Yamcha aside and sending him dragging across the ruined wasteland on a deep ridge. Laughing it up from the bottom of his destruction-loving heart, the juggernaut dashed through the Super Saiyan father and son combo with a double clothesline, flattening both of them down below before turning around to face Yamcha powering up a King Kai's Fist x 100 Kamehameha.
The Legendary Super Saiyan released a hypersonic halo of resonating concussive energy behind him while shifting his momentum and blasting off toward the martial artist. Skidding across thin air, as Yamcha fired off his attack to hit Broly dead-on but Broly slid right through the middle of it like an immovable boulder rolling against the river stream. Having eradicated the distance between him and Yamcha, the merciless Saiyan head-butted the Earthling to a white-out before turning around and sending a hand-sized green Ki blast behind him without looking.
The blast socked right into Piccolo's chest and carried the ultimate Namekian warrior off into the distance alongside him before detonating in a forest-green blast that soon turned to a sky-swallowing firestorm and a downpour of rubble and dust. Chayote rushed in from the back, throwing fists at Broly only for them to feel like she was punching a brick wall that did more damage to her own wrists than him. She vanished and transitioned into a kicking flurry, stomps, kicks at the pressure points, everything that came to mind, but Broly was too far gone up the power scale by then. With mania glinting in his eyes, Broly turned around and wrapped his arms around Chayote, squeezing her up in a bear hug.
"You know, if I broke your back and made you powerless to betray me again, maybe we could still rule this universe together?" Broly whispered with a husky tone in Chayote's ear as he kept on squeezing the life out of her. Every time that Chayote's chest panted a huff of air out, the goliath pressed his arms around her even tighter, making the squeeze that more unbearable. "I'm a bit torn, should I put you to your grave and fill the gap with more hate, or embrace what I'm feeling…"
Broly's eyes twitched in surprise when a golden bubble of light fired off from Chayote's pores, enveloping her entire body and creating a protective sphere of energy around her that continued to expand to where it tested the integrity of Broly's grip and violently jerked out of it only to expand to a rate where it dwarfed Broly's swollen brilliance. "Fava Nova!" Chayote bellowed out, detonating her nuke technique all the way in Broly's face and sending him spiraling down.
Despite taking such a devastating shot out of complete carelessness for his own well-being, the Legendary Super Saiyan scrambled back in mid-air and landed on his feet, skidding across the devastated landscape until he came to a complete and full stop and straightened his back out to gaze at Chayote's explosive energy nova bubble burning out.
"Beautiful…" he chuckled to himself. "Take up the crown from my father, Chayote. Give your head a good jolt and power up to your Legendary Super Saiyan form. Then, let's tango for real! You know you want to!"
"Guys…" Krillin panted while slowly sitting up with one of his eyes looking like it took too much punishment to stay fully open. "I think we're a bit out of our element here…"
"Everyone voting for ditching this asshole here and Instant Transmission-ing back to Earth, raise your hands," Yamcha struggled to rise to his feet too.
"Running away already?" Broly snickered. "Don't think there's anywhere on this universe that you can run off to. Right now I'm doing my best to preserve my father's homeworld. Just think about what I'm going to do to that pathetic little planet of yours when I come for a visit…"
"He's right…" Chayote wiped the blood off of her crushed innards that was slipping up from her devastated guts up her airways with the back of her hand. "We need to deal with him here and now, or else he'll run wild across the universe. He hates and wants to blow everything up all the same, but we can trust him to blow the Earth up first. Earth is personal to him. And I won't let him hurt my baby!"
Chayote's wild golden aura expanded throughout the region, growing tenfold as it sent ethereal ripples and rampant quakes across the wasteland of Planet Vegeta. Broly covered up his face in pleasant surprise at the leaking force emanating from the enraged Super Saiyan. Chayote roared with unintelligible, ill-defined hatred as a call for violence, calling out the hidden berserk instincts resting inside her and attempting to force the Legendary Super Saiyan transformation out of her. In a blink, Chayote's aura died out, leaving her in her base form and shrunk up to her subtle ordinary frame.
"Huh?" Broly raised his right eyebrow in disbelief. "What's wrong? Power up!"
"You were right before, Broly," Chayote looked up at Broly with focused black eyes, messy, freely flowing hair, and blood trickling down her mouth from internal injuries. Thin, pink vapor began exuding from her body and rustling her hair gently, like a spring breeze. "You really are the devil itself. But that works just fine for me because I've got a technique that does the devils away."
A vocal peal of laughter echoed through the devastated landscape of a Planet Vegeta capital city. With a long smile curling over his lower face, Broly pointed his finger at Chayote. "You've gone completely mad. That's okay, I'm a bit mad too…"
However, when a pink flash burst outward from Chayote's body, surrounded by an electrical outline of violet and shining so bright that it illuminated the entire area and sank it in neon-pink light, Broly stopped talking and the sharp angle of his eyes softened in light surprise. Dragging her feet through the gravel, Chayote positioned them wide to the sides before placing her index and middle fingers by her forehead and bending her hands over her head.
"That technique! Of course!" Piccolo exclaimed. "Do it, Chayote!"
"You Earthlings and Earth-raised trash must be gluttons for punishment. No matter how much I batter you and however I may break you, you just don't get the clue how hopeless you are," Broly began boldly approaching Chayote. "Just try it. Whatever dirty tricks you've got, nothing's going to work. You know, now that I think about it… Staying as the one and only Legendary Super Saiyan in the universe has a pleasant ring to it. You've proven to be such a waste of Saiyan blood, after all…"
"Devilmite Beam!" Chayote chanted out, thrusting her middle and index fingers forward while manifesting a crackling violet energy spark around them. The jolting energy merged into a spiraling beam that coiled and twisted in its path toward the Legendary Super Saiyan. Broly stopped in his tracks, baffled by the peculiar and hypnotizing movement of the devilish beam, and when it socked him straight in the chest and engulfed his entire body, it was already too late.
"What… Is this?" Broly muttered, looking down and gawking at the violet glow engulfing his entire body. "It feels… Ecstatic…!"
"As I've thought…" Chayote closed her eyes, signing Broly's death warrant. "Finding evil in your heart is a piece of cake. It's like your heart is nothing but destructive and hateful thoughts. You hate everything you see and want to see it all reduced to ruin…"
"That's right!" Broly clenched his fist with a megalomaniacal smile across his entire face. "I love this feeling, keep it going! It's like the malice, all the hate and all I feel when I see everything around me burn down to cinders is growing inside me and it's making me shiver! When I look at space, it feels so empty. It'd be much more beautiful burning down to ashes and bleeding red in cinders!"
"A waste of Saiyan blood, huh, Broly? Right back at you…" Chayote clenched her fists. Without a moment's hesitation, something rotten swelled up within Broly's chest and inflated like an accursed zit blowing up from the inside. This caused pain and tension that made Broly's expression twist in terror and pain for the first time, but it was like there was simply no end to the evil in Broly's heart. Chayote could keep drawing it, keep expanding it indefinitely. Even a novice user of the Devilmite Beam could obliterate Broly with it. "Explode!" she muttered as Broly's chest blasted into a bloody pulp, violently throwing the gargling and screaming Super Saiyan aside and sending him plummeting down into a fiery fissure while spouting fountains of blood and viscera all over the battlefield.
"Alright," Yamcha clapped his hands and did a goofy dance with his arms, trying to brighten up the gloomy mood of casual murder before hitting his friends up with playful finger gun pointers. "Who's ready to go home?"
"Damn it!" Goku planted his hammering fist into the dirt while slowly stumbling toward Yamcha with him and Gohan, helping each other out. "I kind of wish we didn't have to win that way. What a crazy guy…"
"Crazy is just the right word," Gohan sighed in relief. For a second there he truly doubted if they'd all make it out alive and deep down he began worrying about what Broly might have done to Earth when they'd all be gone and dead and no one would know what happened to them back home. For them to come back using the Dragon Balls, someone would need to know they died in the first place.
"No, it's just fitting," Piccolo closed his eyes. The Ultimate Namekian didn't struggle at all to accept Broly's fate. "He lived his entire life engulfed in evil and hatred. It's only right that it'd do him in."
"Hey, Chayote…" Krillin called out to the female Saiyan who just stood there in front of the howling winds that carried dust and ashes around the devastated landscape of Planet Vegeta and stared off into the gloomy clouds above while ash pelted at her face. "You want to stay here or what?"
Without answering, Chayote turned around and approached the bundled-together group. No matter what angle anyone looked at the solemn Saiyan from, they couldn't connect with her eyes that had been staring off into the distance or gazing into the ground under her feet. Seeing how Chayote didn't reach out to touch Yamcha, the Earthling reached out and gently placed his hand over her shoulder before taking off to Earth.
"What the…!?" Mr. Popo staggered back after seeing a group of warriors just assemble from strings into a cohesive view as their particles reassembled after an instantaneous trip halfway across the universe back home. "Oh, it's you guys…" he mumbled after realizing what happened.
"Sorry, didn't know where else to take everyone," Yamcha scratched the back of his head while laughing it up to himself. "I guess Goku and Gohan will have to fly home all across the planet now. Your home's about as far away from here as a place can be on Earth."
"That's fine, it's a closer trip than from Planet Vegeta," Gohan winked before the two shared a laugh together.
"You look like you got into trouble," Kami Upa approached Piccolo from behind, accompanied by Dende. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," Piccolo looked down at his trembling hands. "I couldn't believe it but… We've actually encountered someone more terrifying than anything I could think being possible. Someone that even if I powered up to my very limit and reached a complete mastery of all the latent power I've gained on Planet Namek, I might not defeat. Has your bad omen been solved?"
"I'm afraid not, Piccolo. In fact, it grows bigger and bigger every day. Whatever is causing it is growing stronger, but also–bolder. If we don't find it and stop it, it will come out into the light soon enough," Upa warned Piccolo with a stern look on his face. Piccolo looked the Kami in the eyes, then turned to Dende who was quivering with terror reflecting in his eyes, and sighed.
"All the way back, I laughed it off and couldn't believe it that there might be something stronger than me. I didn't even bother training for a little while and exploring the strength of the strongest Namekian body possible. Now I fully believe that there might be something out there strong enough to challenge it," Piccolo gulped. "And I don't know what to do. The martial artist in me wants to train every waking hour and prepare for it, but if you believe that our best course of action is to focus on preventing it, I'll finish what we've started together, Kami."
"I'm glad…" Kami Upa nodded and placed his hand on Piccolo's shoulder to comfort the Ultimate Namekian who seemed lost on his path after a grueling battle off-world. Kami gently guided Piccolo back to the temple before a pillar of white light with sparkling stardust sprinkling off of it smashed into the core of the temple, stunning everyone in place.
When the starlight beacon cleared out, a tall humanoid entity with pale blue skin, pompous white hair, and violet eyes stood in its center. Black trails of scorches spread from where he had arrived to Earth from. A large blue halo hung around the neck of the divine-looking guest wearing a maroon robe with a black cuirass adorning white and orange diamond decorations, rocking black high-heel shoes. The creature held a golden staff with his right hand while the left remained behind his back, though, immediately after arrival, the effeminate-looking entity pulled out and waved its left hand in greeting.
"Yoo-hoo!" Whis whistled out cheerfully. "It's so convenient that all of you are gathered here in one place. Kami, his attendants, and even you… Chayote-san. We need to talk about something that could turn very dire soon."