Zero's Legendary Super Saiyan

by Dan Is Here

Louise summons Broly, the Legendary Super Saiyan, as her familiar, shocking everyone at the Tristain Academy. While Louise relishes her newfound power, Broly seethes with rage, bound by a mysterious mark that forces him to obey. As Louise comedically shows off her familiar, Broly wrestles with his fury and the desire to destroy everything, especially Kakarot.

The battlefield was a wasteland, a barren stretch of scorched earth and jagged rocks where no life dared to linger. Craters pockmarked the ground, each one a reminder of the devastating force that had been unleashed. The air crackled with residual energy, a tangible reminder of the power that had been wielded here, a power that now stood at the center of the devastation.

Broly, the Legendary Super Saiyan, loomed like a titan among ruins, his massive frame silhouetted against the blood-red sky. His green aura blazed around him, wild and uncontrolled, a storm of energy that radiated sheer malice. His eyes, glowing with a savage green light, locked onto his target with a mixture of hatred and dark glee. His lips curled into a sneer as he gazed down at the man standing before him.

"Kakarot..." Broly's voice was a low growl, dripping with venom as he spoke the name. The sound seemed to echo across the desolate landscape, reverberating off the broken earth. Each syllable was a condemnation, a promise of the suffering to come. "I'll make you suffer more than you could ever imagine."

Goku stood firm, his expression a mask of determination, though his body bore the marks of battle. His orange gi was tattered and stained with blood, his chest heaving with each labored breath. He had pushed himself beyond his limits, and yet here he was, facing a force that seemed unstoppable. Behind him, the fallen forms of his friends lay scattered across the ground—Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, and Trunks—all of them battered and broken by Broly's relentless assault. Their faces, twisted in pain and frustration, bore silent witness to the sheer might of the Legendary Super Saiyan.

Goku's gaze flicked briefly to his fallen comrades, and for a moment, a shadow of despair crossed his features. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by the fierce resolve that had carried him through countless battles. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white with the effort, and raised his head to meet Broly's glare.

"You're not going to win, Broly," Goku declared, his voice steady despite the exhaustion that threatened to overtake him. "I won't let you."

Broly's laughter was a dark, cruel sound that filled the air. He took a step forward, the ground trembling beneath his feet as if the earth itself feared his wrath. "Win? Kakarot, this isn't about winning. This is about ending you. This is about breaking you until there's nothing left. You've been a thorn in my side since the day we were born, but now... now I'll crush you like the insect you are."

With a sudden burst of speed, Broly charged, his massive form blurring as he closed the distance between them in an instant. Goku barely had time to react, his body moving on instinct as he threw up his arms to block the incoming blow. But Broly's fist connected with a force that sent shockwaves rippling through the air, driving Goku back with such power that his feet carved deep trenches into the ground.

The impact was like a hammer striking steel, a deafening crack that seemed to split the sky. Goku grunted in pain as he struggled to hold his ground, his muscles straining under the immense pressure. But Broly was relentless, his attacks coming in a furious onslaught that left Goku no room to breathe. Punch after punch, each one heavier than the last, rained down on him, a merciless barrage that pushed Goku further and further back.

"Fight back, Kakarot!" Broly roared, his voice a thunderous command. "Show me what you're made of! Or are you really as weak as you seem?"

Goku gritted his teeth, channeling every ounce of his strength into a desperate counterattack. He ducked under one of Broly's wild swings, darting to the side and delivering a swift kick to the Saiyan's ribs. But it was like striking a mountain; Broly barely flinched, his massive body absorbing the blow without any sign of pain.

Before Goku could pull back, Broly's hand shot out, grabbing him by the throat with crushing force. He lifted Goku off the ground as if he weighed nothing, his grip tightening like a vice. Goku gasped for breath, his hands clawing at Broly's arm in a futile attempt to free himself.

"Is this it, Kakarot?" Broly sneered, his face inches from Goku's, his eyes burning with sadistic pleasure. "Is this all the strength you have left? You're pathetic! I expected more from the one who's caused me so much trouble!"

With a savage snarl, Broly slammed Goku into the ground, the impact creating a crater that spiderwebbed outward from the point of collision. The ground buckled under the force, and a cloud of dust and debris erupted into the air. Goku's body hit the earth with a sickening thud, the breath knocked out of him as he lay motionless for a moment, his vision swimming.

But he couldn't afford to stay down. With a supreme effort, Goku forced himself to his feet, staggering as he did so. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his limbs felt like lead, but he refused to give in. He raised his head to glare at Broly, the fire in his eyes undiminished despite the pain that wracked his body.

Broly's grin widened, his expression a mix of amusement and contempt. "Still standing? You really are stubborn, Kakarot. But it won't save you. Nothing will."

In an instant, Broly was on him again, moving with terrifying speed for someone of his size. He struck with the precision of a predator, his fists and feet delivering bone-crushing blows that drove Goku to his knees. Each hit was like a sledgehammer, pounding Goku into the dirt, and still, Broly didn't relent.

Goku could barely keep up, his defenses faltering under the relentless assault. Every time he tried to mount a counterattack, Broly was there, his brutal strength overwhelming Goku's every move. It was like fighting a force of nature, an unstoppable hurricane of violence that threatened to tear him apart.

The other Z Fighters watched in horror, their eyes wide with disbelief as they witnessed the battle unfold. Vegeta, barely conscious, could only grit his teeth in frustration, his pride stinging more than his injuries. Gohan, his body trembling with exhaustion, clenched his fists, silently willing his father to keep fighting. Trunks and Piccolo, both battered and bruised, exchanged a grim look, knowing that they were powerless to intervene.

"Dad..." Gohan whispered, his voice hoarse with worry. "Come on, Dad... you can do it..."

But even as Goku fought with everything he had, it was clear that he was being outmatched. Broly's power was monstrous, a bottomless well of rage that seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. Goku's movements became sluggish, his energy draining away with each successive blow. His body ached, his muscles screaming in protest, but he refused to give up. He couldn't give up—not while his friends lay defeated, not while the fate of everything he held dear hung in the balance.

"Kakarot!" Broly's voice cut through the din of battle, sharp and mocking. He drew back, allowing Goku a moment to catch his breath—though the reprieve was anything but merciful. "Is this really how you want to die? Beaten down, broken, and powerless? Where's that spirit of yours, huh?"

Goku glared up at him, his chest heaving with exertion. "I'm... not... done yet..."

Broly's laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, grating and cruel. "Oh, but you are, Kakarot. You just don't know it yet."

With a sudden, brutal motion, Broly raised his arm, his hand crackling with green energy. The light intensified, the air around him distorting from the sheer power being gathered in his palm. He aimed the attack directly at Goku, the energy swirling into a massive sphere that threatened to consume everything in its path.

"Let's see you survive this!" Broly roared, hurling the energy blast toward Goku with all the force of a cataclysmic event.

Time seemed to slow as the blast streaked toward him, the ground beneath it scorched and cracked from the intensity of the energy. Goku's eyes widened as he realized the sheer magnitude of the attack, his body frozen in place by the overwhelming power that bore down on him.

At that moment, Goku knew he couldn't avoid it. He didn't have the strength to dodge or deflect it, not after the beating he'd taken. His only option was to try and survive the impact, to somehow endure the impossible force that was about to be unleashed upon him.

He braced himself, planting his feet firmly on the ground, and crossed his arms in front of him in a desperate attempt to shield himself from the blast. The energy collided with him like a tidal wave, an unstoppable force that crashed into him with all the power of a collapsing star.

He could feel his energy waning, his strength slipping away like sand through his fingers. The pain was excruciating, a searing fire that threatened to consume him entirely. For a moment, Goku feared that this was the end, that Broly's overwhelming power would finally claim him.

But then, just as he felt himself beginning to falter, something incredible happened. A surge of energy, warm and familiar, suddenly flooded into his body. It wasn't his own energy—it was the energy of his friends, their power flowing into him, revitalizing him in his darkest moment.

Goku's eyes snapped open, and through the haze of pain, he could feel the distinct presence of Trunks, Gohan, and Piccolo. Their energy melded with his own, amplifying his strength and fortifying his resolve. The warmth of their power was like a lifeline, pulling him back from the edge and giving him the strength to stand tall once more.

With a renewed sense of determination, Goku pushed back against the overwhelming force of Broly's attack. The energy that had been threatening to crush him now met with resistance, and the light that had blinded him began to fade. Slowly but surely, Goku began to force the blast away, his body glowing with the combined power of his fallen comrades.

But as the explosion receded and the dust began to settle, Goku knew that even with this newfound strength, it wasn't enough. Broly was still standing, unscathed and brimming with energy, his malevolent grin showing no sign of faltering. The power he now wielded far surpassed anything Goku had ever encountered before.

Goku knew he needed more, and there was only one source left. His gaze flicked toward Vegeta, who was standing a short distance away, his face a mask of indecision.

"Vegeta!" Goku's voice was strained, but it carried the urgency of the situation. "I need your help! Give me your power!"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he regarded Goku. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and he looked away, his jaw tight. "Why should I, Kakarot?" Vegeta growled, his voice laced with bitterness. "Why should the prince of all Saiyans lower himself to giving power to a low-class warrior like you?"

Goku staggered, still barely holding his own as Broly's energy continued to press down on him. He could feel the raw power coursing through his veins, but without Vegeta's contribution, it wasn't enough. Broly was a monster, a force of nature that couldn't be stopped by anything less than their combined might.

"Because... we don't have a choice!" Goku yelled, his voice cutting through the tension. "This isn't about pride, Vegeta! If we don't stop Broly now, he'll destroy everything and everyone we care about!"

Vegeta's gaze flicked back to Goku, his expression torn between pride and the harsh reality of the situation. He watched as Goku struggled against the overwhelming power of Broly, his body battered and bruised, yet still standing. The others had given their all—Gohan, Trunks, Piccolo—all of them had placed their faith in Goku. And now, Goku was asking for his power too.

"Kakarot... you..." Vegeta's voice was a low growl, filled with frustration. His pride as the prince of Saiyans was warring with the undeniable truth that, without him, they stood no chance. He looked down at his hands, the power within him thrumming with potential, and then back at Goku, who was still staring him down with unwavering determination.

"Damn you, Kakarot," Vegeta muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he made his decision. Slowly, he raised his hand, and a moment later, he began channeling his energy toward Goku.

The effect was immediate. Goku felt Vegeta's power surge into him, merging with the energy of the others, and for a brief moment, it felt as though his body would burst from the sheer intensity of it all. The combined power of Gohan, Trunks, Piccolo, and now Vegeta, filled every fiber of his being, pushing him beyond anything he had ever known. His aura flared, crackling with energy, as he absorbed their strength.

"Don't think this makes us equals, Kakarot," Vegeta snarled, his eyes blazing with intensity. "You'd better defeat Broly, or so help me, I'll finish you off myself!"

Goku could only nod, the power within him reaching a crescendo. His body felt lighter, stronger, every sense sharpened by the raw energy coursing through him. He turned his gaze back to Broly, who was still looming above him, the embodiment of destruction.

Broly's eyes widened slightly as he noticed the change in Goku. "What's this?" Broly sneered, though there was a hint of wariness in his tone. "You think the power of those weaklings is going to save you? It won't be enough, Kakarot. Nothing can save you now."

Goku gritted his teeth, his eyes locking onto Broly's with renewed determination. "We'll just have to find out."

With a roar of defiance, Goku surged forward, his body a blur of motion as he launched himself at Broly. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he closed the distance in the blink of an eye, his fist colliding with Broly's in a clash of raw power.

For a moment, the two Saiyans were locked in a deadlock, their fists pressed against each other, their auras flaring as their energies clashed. Broly's eyes narrowed as he realized that Goku was no longer being pushed back—he was holding his own, matching Broly's strength blow for blow.

"How...?" Broly growled, his voice dripping with disbelief and anger. "How are you still standing? I'll crush you, Kakarot!"

Broly's massive fist came crashing down, but this time, Goku was ready. With a surge of energy, Goku caught Broly's fist in his own hand, halting the attack in its tracks. The shockwave from the collision rippled outward, shattering the ground beneath them and sending debris flying in every direction.

Broly's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Goku, who was holding his fist in a vice-like grip. It was the first time Broly had been stopped so easily, the first time someone had been able to meet his power head-on without being obliterated. The realization sent a shiver of uncertainty through him.

"How...?" Broly's voice was a low, disbelieving growl. "How is this possible?"

Goku's gaze was steely, his resolve unshakable. "It's because of them, Broly. My friends... they've given me the strength to keep going. And as long as I have that, I won't let you win!"

With a swift motion, Goku twisted Broly's arm, forcing the larger Saiyan to stagger back. Before Broly could recover, Goku launched a devastating combination of punches and kicks, each strike landing with the force of a meteor. Broly, caught off guard by the sudden assault, was driven back, his defenses faltering under the relentless barrage.

Broly's anger flared as he struggled to regain the upper hand. He roared in fury, his aura exploding outward as he unleashed a wild, unfocused blast of energy in all directions. The sheer power of the blast tore through the landscape, turning everything in its path to rubble.

But Goku was undeterred. He dodged and weaved through the chaos, his movements fluid and precise. Every time Broly tried to land a blow, Goku was there, countering with a strike of his own. The tide of battle had shifted, and for the first time, Broly was on the defensive.

"No! This can't be happening!" Broly snarled, his frustration mounting as Goku continued to press the attack. "I'm unstoppable!"

Goku's expression remained focused, his every move calculated and deliberate. "You might be the Legendary Super Saiyan, Broly, but that doesn't mean you can't be stopped. I won't let you destroy everything!"

With a powerful uppercut, Goku sent Broly flying into the air, the force of the blow creating a shockwave that rippled through the clouds. Goku didn't hesitate—he shot after Broly, his body a streak of light as he closed the distance in an instant.

Before Broly could recover, Goku was upon him, delivering a crushing blow to his midsection that sent the larger Saiyan hurtling back toward the ground. Broly's massive form slammed into the earth with a thunderous impact, the ground cracking and splitting beneath him.

Broly struggled to rise, his body battered and bruised, but Goku was relentless. He descended upon Broly with fierce determination, his fists and feet moving in a blur as he unleashed a relentless onslaught of attacks. Every strike landed with precision, each one driving Broly deeper into the ground, further overwhelming his defenses.

For the first time in the battle, Broly felt the sting of doubt creeping into his mind. His once boundless rage and power seemed to wane, and the realization that he might not be able to crush Kakarot as he had always imagined began to take root. But just as the thought crossed his mind, something strange happened.

A voice—soft, almost pleading—began to echo in Broly's mind, cutting through the roar of battle like a knife through silence. It was the voice of a young girl, filled with a mixture of desperation and determination, calling out to someone.

"Please, my familiar... come to me... I summon you...!"

Broly froze mid-strike, confusion washing over him as he processed the sound. It wasn't Kakarot's voice, and it wasn't the voice of any of the other weaklings lying defeated around them. No, this voice was different—innocent and resonating deep within his mind. It didn't make sense. Who was this girl? And why was he hearing her now?

Goku noticed the sudden hesitation in Broly's movements and pressed his advantage, landing a powerful punch to Broly's jaw that sent him staggering back. But Broly barely registered the blow, his mind still reeling from the strange voice echoing in his head.

"What... what is this?!" Broly snarled, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Goku. "What kind of trick are you playing on me, Kakarot?!"

Goku, still in his battle stance, looked genuinely puzzled by Broly's outburst. "Trick? What are you talking about, Broly?"

Broly growled, his frustration mounting as the voice in his head continued to call out, growing more insistent with each passing second. "You think you can win by making me hear voices? Is this how you plan to defeat me? By driving me mad?!" His aura flared wildly, green energy crackling around him as his anger surged. "It won't work, Kakarot! This place will be your grave! You're finished!"

Goku blinked, his confusion deepening. "Voices? What voices?" He scratched the back of his head, completely lost as to what Broly was talking about. "You're hearing voices in your head? Broly, I think you've finally lost it."

The absurdity of the situation almost made Goku want to laugh, but he knew better than to drop his guard. If Broly was hearing things, it only meant that the Legendary Super Saiyan was more dangerous than ever. The fight had to end now, before Broly's madness could bring any more destruction.

Goku's expression hardened, and he clenched his fists, his energy spiking as he prepared to deliver the final blow. "This ends here, Broly!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "I'm not playing any tricks—this is just the end of the line for you!"

With a burst of speed, Goku launched himself at Broly, his body a blur of motion as he closed the distance in the blink of an eye. Every ounce of energy he had left was channeled into one final attack, his fist glowing with the combined power of his friends and his own indomitable will.

Broly, still reeling from the strange voice in his head, barely had time to react as Goku's fist slammed into his chest with the force of a supernova. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the air, the ground beneath them shattering as the energy of the attack surged through Broly's body.

Broly's eyes widened in shock as he felt the immense power coursing through him, the energy that had been intended to defeat him now threatening to tear him apart from the inside. His aura flickered, the wild green energy that had once seemed unstoppable now unstable, on the verge of collapse.

"No... this can't be..." Broly growled, his voice strained as he struggled to hold himself together. But the power was too much, even for him. The energy began to overload, his body unable to contain it any longer.

As his body started to break apart, Broly's mind was consumed by a blinding fury. His hatred for Kakarot, the source of all his pain, burned hotter than ever. Even in his final moments, all he could think about was how much he wanted to destroy Kakarot, to erase him from existence.

"Kakarot... I swear... I will have my vengeance!" Broly roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield as the energy within him reached critical mass.

But as the rage consumed him, the voice of the young girl returned, cutting through the fury like a beacon in the dark. "Please... come to me... my familiar..."

The sound of her voice, so earnest and filled with need, was the last thing Broly heard as his body finally gave way. The energy that had been building up within him erupted outward in a massive explosion, a brilliant flash of light that consumed everything in its path. The force of the blast tore through the battlefield, the shockwave leveling mountains and sending ripples through the clouds.

Goku barely had time to shield himself as the explosion washed over him, the sheer force of it pushing him to his limits. But as the light faded and the dust began to settle, he realized that Broly was gone—completely obliterated by the energy he had been unable to control.

For a moment, the battlefield was silent, the only sound the faint crackle of residual energy dissipating into the air. Goku slowly lowered his arms, his body trembling with exhaustion as he took in the scene around him.

Broly was gone, but the memory of his final moments lingered in Goku's mind. The mention of voices, the sudden confusion... it didn't make sense. But there was no time to dwell on it now. The fight was over, and that was what mattered.

Goku let out a sigh of relief, his muscles relaxing as the adrenaline began to fade. He glanced around at the fallen forms of his friends, each of them battered but alive. They had all fought bravely, and together, they had done the impossible—they had defeated the Legendary Super Saiyan.

But even as Goku allowed himself a moment of relief, a lingering unease tugged at the back of his mind. Broly's final words, the mention of a voice... it left him with an unsettling feeling, as if something had shifted in the universe.

Little did Goku know, at that very moment, in a world far removed from his own, a young girl with pink hair stood in a summoning circle, her hand outstretched as she called out to the one she had summoned.

"Please... my familiar... come to me..."

And in that instant, the universe answered.

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The morning sun bathed the courtyard of the Tristain Academy of Magic in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows across the ancient cobblestones. The air was filled with the soft murmurs of anticipation as students gathered in small groups, their excitement palpable. Today was a significant day for the second-year students—a day that would mark the beginning of their journey as full-fledged mages. It was the day of the Familiar Summoning Ritual, a day that would bind them to a magical creature for the rest of their lives.

Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière stood at the edge of the gathering, her small frame tense with a mix of nerves and determination. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the same thought over and over: This is my chance. This is my chance to prove them all wrong.

She had heard the whispers in the hallways, the cruel snickers that followed her wherever she went. "Louise the Zero," they called her—a nickname born from her consistent failures in spellcasting, from her inability to produce even the simplest of magical effects without disastrous results. It was a title she despised, a constant reminder of how different she was from the other students, how much she didn't belong.

But today would be different. Today, she would summon a familiar so powerful, so extraordinary, that no one would ever call her "Zero" again. She would finally step out of the shadow of her own inadequacy and into the light of her true potential.

Professor Jean Colbert, a kind-eyed man with a perpetually singed beard, stood before the assembled students, his voice carrying with the calm authority of a seasoned teacher. His presence was reassuring, a steady rock amidst the sea of teenage excitement and anxiety. He adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the light as he began to speak.

"Today," he said, his voice firm yet gentle, "you will each perform the summoning ritual that will call forth your familiar, a magical creature that will bond with you for life. Your familiar is more than just a companion—it is a reflection of your inner self, a partner who will share in your joys and your struggles as you continue your journey as a mage."

The students nodded, their faces a mixture of eagerness and apprehension. Louise, however, barely heard his words, her mind focused entirely on the task ahead. She could feel the weight of the expectations—and the doubts—of her peers pressing down on her, but she pushed those thoughts aside. She would not let fear dictate her actions today. She would succeed.

"As you all know," Professor Colbert continued, pacing slowly in front of the group, "the ritual is a simple one. Draw the summoning circle, recite the incantation, and focus on the essence of the familiar you wish to call. The magic will do the rest."

Louise felt a flutter of anxiety at his words. Simple. She had heard that before. Simple—like the time she had tried to cast a basic levitation spell and ended up causing half the classroom to explode. Simple—like the time she had attempted to light a candle with magic and set her entire dormitory wing on fire. Nothing had ever been simple for her.

But this time, it would be different. It had to be.

One by one, the students began to step forward, drawing their circles and reciting the incantation with varying degrees of confidence. The air buzzed with the energy of magic as familiars began to appear in flashes of light—cats, birds, small dragons, and other magical creatures, each one met with gasps of admiration from the onlookers.

Louise watched with a growing sense of dread as her classmates succeeded where she had so often failed. Even Tabitha, the quiet, bookish girl, had summoned a majestic wind dragon that coiled around her protectively.

Then it was the turn of Kirche von Zerbst, Louise's self-proclaimed rival. The red-haired, voluptuous girl stepped forward with the confidence of someone who had never known failure. Her every movement was poised and deliberate, designed to draw attention to herself. She flashed a smirk in Louise's direction, her amber eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Well, well, Louise the Zero," Kirche said, her voice dripping with mockery. "Are you sure you're up for this? Wouldn't want to see you blow yourself up... again."

Louise's hands tightened into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. She kept her expression neutral, refusing to rise to the bait. Kirche had always taken pleasure in taunting her, in highlighting every failure and every flaw. But today, Louise would give her no satisfaction.

Ignoring the jab, Louise watched as Kirche began her summoning ritual. The redhead's movements were graceful, almost theatrical, as she drew a wide circle on the ground. With a flourish, she recited the incantation, her voice clear and commanding.

There was a brilliant flash of flame, and a moment later, a magnificent salamander appeared within the circle. Its scales were a deep crimson, its eyes glowing with an inner fire. The creature exhaled a breath of flame, the heat palpable even from where Louise stood.

The students erupted in applause, and Kirche basked in the attention, her smirk widening as she glanced at Louise. "And that's how it's done," she said with a smug satisfaction. "Let's see you try to top that, Louise."

Louise felt a flare of anger, but she quickly suppressed it, focusing instead on the task at hand. She would not be outdone by Kirche. Not today. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest.

I'm going to summon a legendary familiar, she thought, her mind racing with determination. Not just any familiar, but the most legendary of them all. I'll show them. I'll show them all.

The world around her seemed to fade as she focused her entire being on the ritual. She carefully drew her circle on the ground, her hand steady despite the tension coursing through her. As she worked, she repeated the mantra in her mind, willing herself to succeed.

The most legendary familiar... the most powerful... the most extraordinary...

She raised her wand, feeling the familiar pulse of magic within her. This time, she would control it. This time, it would obey her. With all the confidence she could muster, Louise began to recite the incantation, her voice firm and clear.

"My name is Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière. Please, my familiar... come to me... I summon you...!"

The words echoed in the air, and for a moment, there was silence. The other students watched with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, wondering what would happen next. Even Kirche's smirk faltered slightly as she observed the intensity in Louise's expression.

Then, without warning, the ground beneath Louise's summoning circle began to tremble. A strange energy filled the air, growing stronger with each passing second. The circle glowed with an ominous light, and a powerful wind began to whip through the courtyard, tugging at the students' cloaks and hair.

Professor Colbert's eyes widened in alarm. "Louise...?" he began, but his voice was lost in the rising howl of the wind.

Louise felt her heart leap into her throat as the magic surged around her, wild and uncontrollable. But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. This was her moment—her chance to prove herself. She poured every ounce of her will into the spell, pushing it beyond its limits.

The light within the circle grew blinding, and the air crackled with energy. The other students took a step back, shielding their eyes from the intense glow. Kirche's mocking expression was gone, replaced by one of genuine concern.

And then, with a deafening roar, the light erupted into the sky, a pillar of pure green energy that seemed to pierce the heavens. The force of it knocked Louise off her feet, sending her sprawling to the ground. The wind howled around her, and for a moment, she was disoriented, unsure of what had just happened.

But then, as the light began to fade and the wind died down, Louise slowly pushed herself to her feet, her heart racing. The courtyard was silent, the air thick with tension as everyone stared at the spot where the light had emanated.

For a moment, there was nothing—just the faint glow of the summoning circle on the ground. But then, as if emerging from the very earth itself, a figure began to materialize within the circle.

It was massive, towering over the students like a giant. The figure's body was muscular and imposing, radiating a powerful, yet restrained energy. His long, wild black hair cascaded down his back, and his eyes, though dark and intense, held an unsettling calm. The sheer presence of the figure was overwhelming, a palpable force that sent shivers down Louise's spine.

The students gasped in shock, and even Professor Colbert took a step back, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What... what is that?"

Louise stared in awe, her breath catching in her throat. Did I... did I actually summon it? she thought, her mind reeling. Is this... my familiar?

The figure within the circle slowly raised its head, its eyes locking onto Louise with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. There was something both terrifying and awe-inspiring about the creature, something that made it clear this was no ordinary familiar.

But as Louise stood there, frozen in place, the creature's expression began to change. Confusion flickered across its face, and then its eyes narrowed in anger. The massive figure stepped out of the circle, its movements abrupt and forceful, the ground trembling beneath its feet with each step. The air around it seemed to thrum with barely contained energy, a storm on the verge of breaking loose.

"Where... where am I?" the creature growled, its deep voice filled with an edge of fury. The students recoiled at the sound, their earlier bravado replaced by fear. "Kakarot... where is Kakarot?!"

Louise's heart pounded in her chest as the towering figure's gaze swept across the courtyard, its eyes wild with confusion and rage. This was not the calm, controlled creature she had imagined summoning. No, this was something far more dangerous—a being that seemed barely restrained, teetering on the edge of chaos.

The creature's eyes locked onto Louise once more, and it took a step toward her, the sheer size of it making her feel small and insignificant. For a moment, it seemed to study her, as if trying to place her. Then, its expression darkened further, the confusion giving way to recognition—and anger.

"You!" it roared, its voice a thunderclap that made the students flinch. "You're the one who... who called out to me! During my battle with Kakarot! Where is he?! Where is Kakarot?!"

Louise's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. She had never heard of anyone or anything named Kakarot, let alone why this creature was so obsessed with finding him. But there was no time to dwell on that now. She had to assert herself, to take control of the situation before it spiraled out of hand.

With as much confidence as she could muster, Louise stepped forward and addressed the creature. "I am Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. "And you... you are my familiar."

The creature—Broly, as he would later identify himself—stared at her with a mixture of disbelief and growing fury. "Familiar? You dare claim me as your familiar?" His voice was a low, dangerous growl, each word laced with venom. "You think you can command me? You... you're nothing but an insect!"

Louise swallowed hard, her confidence wavering under Broly's intense gaze. But she couldn't back down now. She had to stand her ground, and show him that she wasn't afraid. "Yes, I am your master," she insisted, her voice shaking slightly but gaining strength. "And you will obey me!"

But her words seemed to only inflame Broly's anger further. The name "Kakarot" echoed in his mind, fueling the rage that burned within him. He had been pulled from his battle—his moment of vengeance against his eternal rival—and now he was in this strange, unfamiliar place, being ordered around by a girl who dared to call herself his master.

"Kakarot... Kakarot...!" Broly muttered, his fists clenching as the fury inside him continued to build. "You... you pulled me away from him! You're the reason I'm not crushing Kakarot right now!"

Louise blinked in confusion, her mind grasping for understanding. "Ka... carrot?" she repeated, her brow furrowing. "Why are you getting so angry about a vegetable?"

Broly's eyes narrowed at her, the fury still simmering just beneath the surface. But Louise, sensing an opportunity to regain control of the situation, quickly pressed forward. "Wait... what's your name? If you're my familiar, I should at least know your name, right?"

For a moment, Broly seemed almost taken aback by the question, the sudden shift in tone throwing him off balance. But then his expression hardened again, and his eyes flashed with barely restrained rage.

"My name is Broly," he snarled, his voice a growl that rumbled through the courtyard. "And it's going to be the last name you ever hear! I'm going to destroy everything, starting with you!""

The students, who had been watching in stunned silence, now recoiled in terror as Broly's aura began to flare, a wild, chaotic energy that seemed ready to tear the very air apart. Even Professor Colbert, usually so calm and composed, was at a loss for words as he witnessed the raw power that Broly was about to unleash.

But just as Broly's energy reached its peak, something strange happened. The surge of power that had been building within him suddenly stopped, as if an invisible barrier had been placed around it. Broly's eyes widened in shock and confusion, his rage momentarily forgotten as he struggled to summon his energy.

"What... what is this?!" Broly roared, looking down at his hands as if they had betrayed him. He flexed his muscles, trying to force his power to the surface, but it was no use. It was as if something was blocking him, holding him back from the full extent of his strength.

It was then that he noticed the mark on the back of his hand, glowing faintly with a strange, otherworldly light. It was a symbol, one he had never seen before, and as he stared at it, a sudden, intense pain shot through his entire body. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before, searing through his veins like fire.

Broly let out a howl of agony, clutching his hand as the mark pulsed with energy, sending wave after wave of pain coursing through him. He fell to one knee, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought against the torment that threatened to overwhelm him.

The students watched in horrified silence, too afraid to move or even speak. Even Louise, who had been so determined just moments ago, felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that whatever power she had tapped into, it was far more dangerous than she had anticipated.

Broly's vision blurred as the pain continued to assault him, his mind a maelstrom of anger, confusion, and desperation. He didn't understand what was happening—why his power was being suppressed, why this strange mark had appeared on his hand, or why it was causing him such unbearable agony.

Broly's breath came in ragged gasps as the searing pain from the mysterious mark on his hand continued to surge through him. His towering form trembled with the effort of holding back the violent energy that raged within him, desperate to be unleashed. He glared down at Louise, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and confusion, and with a voice that was more a growl than words, he demanded, "What did you do to me?!"

Louise, despite her earlier bravado, felt her confidence waver under Broly's intense gaze. His sheer presence was overwhelming, a force of nature barely contained, and his demand hung in the air like a challenge she wasn't sure she could meet. She took a cautious step back, her mind racing for an explanation that eluded her.

"I-I didn't do anything!" Louise stammered, holding up her hands defensively. "I just summoned you! That's all!"

Broly's scowl deepened, his fists clenching as he struggled to fight off the pain. The mark on his hand pulsed ominously, its glow intensifying as if responding to his anger. "Lies!" he roared, his voice echoing across the courtyard. "This mark... this pain... it's because of you!"

Louise flinched at the accusation, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the anguish on Broly's face, the torment he was going through because of the strange symbol. But as much as she wanted to help, she didn't understand it herself. She hadn't intended for this to happen—hadn't even known it could happen.

"I swear, I don't know what that mark is!" Louise insisted, her voice tinged with desperation. "But... maybe it's part of the summoning? Maybe it's some kind of binding spell?"

Broly glared at her, his body trembling with the effort of restraining his immense power. "A binding spell?" he repeated, the words dripping with contempt. "You think you can bind me?! If it wasn't for this... this accursed mark, I'd be destroying everything right now! I'd tear this world apart with my bare hands!"

Louise's eyes widened as she realized the full extent of the situation. This mark, whatever it was, seemed to have some kind of control over Broly, holding him back from unleashing his full power. It was terrifying—and yet, at the same time, it gave her a strange sense of power. If this mark truly did bind Broly, then maybe... maybe she could use it to keep him in check.

A spark of determination ignited within Louise, and she puffed out her chest with newfound confidence. This was her moment—her chance to finally show everyone that she wasn't the weak, incompetent mage they all thought she was. She couldn't help but smile, her earlier fear giving way to a giddy sense of control.

"Well then," she said, trying to sound as authoritative as possible, "if that mark is what's keeping you from going on a rampage, then you'd better listen to me! I... I order you to calm down!"

Broly's furious gaze remained locked on her, his body still trembling with barely contained energy. But then, to Louise's astonishment, Broly's movements stilled, his expression twisting into one of disbelief and frustration. It was as if an invisible force had suddenly clamped down on him, preventing him from moving any further.

"What... what is this?!" Broly roared, his voice filled with outrage as he fought against the invisible restraints. "How dare you...! I'll... I'll destroy you!"

But even as he spoke, Louise could see the strain on his face, the way his muscles trembled with the effort of fighting against whatever force the mark had placed on him. It was working. Somehow, the mark was actually compelling him to obey her.

A grin spread across Louise's face, and she planted her hands on her hips, trying to look as commanding as possible. "Hah! So it really does work!" she exclaimed, her earlier nerves completely forgotten. "I really am your master! Now, Broly, I order you to stop being so angry!"

Broly's eyes blazed with fury, but he was powerless to resist. The mark flared with a bright, almost blinding light, and he let out a pained growl as his energy was forcibly suppressed, his body collapsing to one knee as the pain wracked through him.

"I... I'll... destroy..." Broly gasped, his voice a mixture of rage and desperation. "I'll kill... obliterate... everything...! You can't... stop me!"

But as much as he tried, the mark held him in place, its power tightening like a vice around his very essence. Louise couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the sight—she was actually controlling him! The terrifying, unstoppable force that was Broly was bowing to her will, and she was starting to enjoy it a little too much.

"Well, you're not destroying anything while I'm in charge!" Louise declared, her voice rising with confidence. "And I'm telling you right now, Broly, you're going to calm down and stop being so violent!"

Meanwhile, the rest of the class watched in shock and awe, their earlier fear now mingled with disbelief. The scene before them was utterly surreal—Louise, the girl who had never succeeded at anything magical, was standing triumphantly before a creature of unimaginable power, and she was actually making it obey her.

Professor Colbert, who had been watching intently, adjusted his glasses, his brow furrowed in thought. Could it be... he mused to himself, that the mark on Broly's hand was causing him to obey Louise? Some sort of ancient binding magic tied to the familiar summoning? The implications were staggering, and he knew he would need to study this phenomenon more closely.

But for now, all eyes were on Louise as she continued to revel in her newfound authority. She watched with growing satisfaction as Broly struggled, his aura flaring briefly, a wild surge of energy that crackled and sparked around him—but it was quickly snuffed out, the mark on his hand glowing brighter in response.

Broly doubled over in pain, clutching his hand as if trying to tear the mark away. "I'll... kill you...! I'll... destroy... everything...!" he snarled, his voice breaking with the effort of fighting against the mark's influence. But no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Louise, feeling more confident by the second, took another step closer, her smile widening. "Broly," she said in a tone that she hoped was both commanding and reassuring, "you can keep saying that all you want, but it's not going to happen."

Broly let out a roar of frustration, the sound reverberating through the courtyard and sending shivers down the spines of everyone present. His aura flared once more, a desperate attempt to break free from the invisible chains that bound him—but again, it was quickly extinguished, the mark on his hand pulsing with a steady, relentless light.

Finally, with a low, guttural growl of defeat, Broly's aura flickered and faded, his body slumping as he collapsed to both knees, his head bowed in submission. The mark on his hand dimmed, its glow fading to a faint pulse that matched the rhythm of his labored breathing.

Louise let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her hands still trembling slightly as she lowered them to her sides. It was over. For now, at least, she had control.

The other students watched in stunned silence, their disbelief now mixed with a strange kind of respect—or was it fear?—for the girl they had once called "Zero." They had witnessed something extraordinary, something they would never have believed possible had they not seen it with their own eyes.

But Louise was too caught up in the moment to notice their reactions. She was reveling in her victory, her confidence soaring as she stood over the kneeling form of Broly. "Well then," she said, her tone almost smug, "I think it's clear who's in charge here! Now, Broly, you're going to do exactly as I say from now on, understand?"

Broly's silence was all the confirmation she needed. With a final, satisfied nod, Louise turned to face her classmates, who were still staring at her in a mixture of shock and awe. She couldn't help but grin—after all, who would have thought that "Louise the Zero" would be the one to summon a legendary familiar and actually control him?

The other students began to murmur among themselves, still in disbelief at what they had just witnessed. Some of them looked at Louise with newfound respect, others with fear, and a few with a lingering sense of jealousy. Kirche, who had been so confident earlier, now looked at Louise with a mix of shock and resentment, her pride stinging at being so thoroughly upstaged.

Louise, however, was too caught up in her newfound power to notice the shifting attitudes around her. She turned back to Broly, who remained kneeling, his breathing heavy and labored, his body still trembling from the pain inflicted by the mark.

"Alright, Broly," Louise said, her voice taking on a slightly softer tone, though it was clear she was still enjoying her new authority. "Since you're my familiar now, that means no more threats, no more talk about destroying everything, and definitely no more trying to hurt me. Got it?"

Broly's eyes flickered up to meet hers, and for a moment, Louise felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. Despite the control the mark seemed to give her, she could still see the raw, unbridled rage simmering just beneath the surface. He was a force of nature, held back only by the mysterious magic that bound him to her, and she knew that if anything were to go wrong, the consequences would be dire.

But she couldn't let him see her fear. With all the confidence she could muster, Louise straightened her back and waited for his response.

Broly's voice was a low, guttural growl as he finally spoke. "If it weren't for this cursed mark... I'd be killing you and destroying this entire place apart right now. I don't take orders from anyone... least of all a weakling like you."

Louise's confidence wavered slightly, but she quickly recovered. "Well, you don't have a choice, do you?" she retorted, trying to sound as authoritative as possible. "That mark means you have to listen to me. So unless you want to keep feeling that pain, you'd better start behaving!"

Broly clenched his fists, the mark on his hand pulsing with energy as if to remind him of its presence. The pain was still there, a constant, searing reminder that he was not in control. For a moment, it seemed as though he might try to fight it again, but the memory of the agony it had caused him was enough to give him pause.

"Fine," he growled, the word dripping with barely-restrained anger. "But don't think for a second that this changes anything. The moment I'm free of this mark..."

Louise cut him off before he could finish. "You're not going to be free of it," she said, her tone firm. "As long as you're my familiar, you're bound to me. So you might as well get used to it."

Broly let out a low, frustrated growl, but he didn't argue further. He knew there was no point—at least, not for now. The pain from the mark was too intense, too all-consuming to risk pushing against it again. But that didn't mean he was resigned to his fate. Deep down, the rage still burned, and he silently vowed that one day, he would find a way to break free—and when that day came, nothing would stand in his way.

Louise, oblivious to Broly's inner turmoil, turned to face Professor Colbert, who had finally stepped forward, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Professor," Louise began, trying to keep the smugness out of her voice, "I think it's safe to say that my familiar summoning was a success, don't you?"

Colbert adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing as he studied Broly's kneeling form. "It's... certainly something," he replied carefully, his mind still reeling from what he had just witnessed. "Louise, this situation is highly unusual. I've never seen a familiar of this nature before, nor have I ever encountered a summoning that resulted in such a... unique bond."

Louise beamed, taking Colbert's words as praise. "Well, I guess that means I'm not such a failure after all, right? I summoned the most powerful familiar anyone's ever seen!"

Colbert nodded slowly, though his concern remained. "Yes, Louise, it seems you've summoned a familiar of immense power. But you must understand—the responsibility that comes with it is equally great. You'll need to be very careful with how you handle this... situation. The consequences of losing control could be catastrophic."

Louise's confidence faltered slightly at the seriousness in Colbert's tone, but she quickly pushed it aside. "I understand, Professor. I'll be careful, I promise."

Colbert gave her a small, approving nod, though the worry in his eyes didn't fade. He turned to address the rest of the class, who were still staring at the scene in stunned silence.

"Everyone," Colbert said, his voice carrying over the courtyard, "I believe that concludes today's familiar summoning ritual. You've all done well, but I must ask you to return to your dormitories now. We'll discuss today's events further in class tomorrow."

The students slowly began to disperse, though many of them cast wary glances at Louise and her new familiar as they left. Kirche, who had been watching the entire time with a mix of disbelief and jealousy, shot Louise one last withering look before turning on her heel and stalking off, her pride clearly wounded.

As the courtyard emptied, Louise turned back to Broly, who had remained kneeling, his expression unreadable. She could still see the anger simmering beneath the surface, but there was something else there too—something she couldn't quite place.

Louise let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She had done it. She had summoned the most powerful familiar anyone had ever seen, and she had taken control. But as she looked at the kneeling figure before her, she knew that this was only the beginning. There was so much she didn't understand—about Broly, about the mark, and about the bond that had been forged between them.

But one thing was certain: Louise was no longer "Louise the Zero." She was a mage with the most legendary familiar of them all. And now, she had to prove that she was worthy of that title.

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Louise could hardly contain her excitement as she left the courtyard, her steps light and quick as she made her way down the stone corridors of the Tristain Academy of Magic. The echoes of her footsteps bounced off the ancient walls, mixing with the soft rustle of her cloak as she walked. Behind her, towering like a menacing shadow, was Broly—her familiar, the most powerful creature anyone had ever seen. The thought of it filled her with a giddy sense of pride. She, Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière, had summoned him, and now she had control over his immense power.

Broly, on the other hand, was seething with barely contained rage. Every step he took sent a surge of fury through his veins, his hands clenching into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. A child—this child—was commanding him, the Legendary Super Saiyan. The thought was intolerable, infuriating. He wanted nothing more than to tear this entire place apart, to reduce it to rubble, to crush Louise and everything around her, and then, once he was free, to find Kakarot and destroy him.

But the mark on his hand pulsed with a dull, relentless ache, a constant reminder of the binding that held him back. No matter how much he wanted to unleash his power, he couldn't—not without triggering the excruciating pain that had brought him to his knees before. And so he followed her, his every step filled with silent, murderous intent, his mind a whirlwind of anger and frustration.

Louise, blissfully unaware of the turmoil raging within her new familiar, was too caught up in her own triumph to notice his dark mood. She strutted down the hallways with an air of confidence that was almost comical, her head held high, her chest puffed out with pride. This was her moment, her chance to show everyone that she was not "Louise the Zero" anymore. She had summoned a legendary familiar, and she was going to make sure everyone knew it.

As they walked, Louise made sure to take the longest route possible to the dormitories, winding through every major hallway and courtyard. She wanted as many people as possible to see her with Broly, to witness the sheer power and presence of the creature she had summoned. And every time they passed by a student or staff member, she couldn't help but flash a smug smile, reveling in the looks of shock and awe that followed in their wake.

In one of the corridors, a group of first-year students stood huddled together, their conversation dying away as Louise and Broly approached. The young mages stared in open-mouthed amazement as Broly's massive form filled the hallway, his aura of barely-contained violence palpable even from a distance.

"Hey!" Louise called out to them, her voice bright and cheerful, completely at odds with the towering figure of fury beside her. "Just wanted to introduce you to my new familiar! Pretty impressive, huh?"

The students could only nod dumbly, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. One of them, a boy with wide glasses and a nervous expression, managed to stammer out, "Y-Yes, Louise... v-very impressive..."

Louise beamed, clearly pleased with their reaction. "I know, right? He's the most powerful familiar anyone's ever summoned! The Academy's never seen anything like it!" She turned slightly, casting a sidelong glance at Broly as if to emphasize her point. "Say hello, Broly."

Broly's eyes flashed with anger, the sound of her voice grating on his already frayed nerves. He had no intention of "saying hello," no interest in playing along with her ridiculous charade. But the mark on his hand pulsed again, a warning, and he bit back the growl that threatened to escape his throat. For now, he would endure this indignity, but only because he had no choice.

The students flinched as Broly's gaze swept over them, the raw intensity of his anger palpable even in his silence. Louise, oblivious to the terror she was unintentionally causing, simply nodded in satisfaction before continuing down the hallway, her familiar in tow.

As they passed by more students and staff, the reactions were much the same—shock, awe, and a healthy dose of fear. Whispers followed them wherever they went, conversations dying off mid-sentence as people stopped to stare at the towering, muscular figure of Broly, and then at the small, pink-haired girl confidently leading him through the academy.

"Is that really Louise?" one student whispered to another as they hurried past, casting a nervous glance over their shoulders. "She actually summoned that?"

"No way... she's never been able to cast a spell without something exploding," another replied, equally astonished. "How did she do it?"

Louise heard the whispers, and her grin only grew wider. She was reveling in every moment, soaking up the attention and the looks of disbelief. This was her time to shine, to prove that she was more than just a failure. And as she strutted through the hallways, she couldn't help but throw out a few more comments, just to rub it in a little more.

"Make way!" she announced as they approached another group of students, her tone playfully commanding. "Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière and her legendary familiar coming through!"

The students scrambled to get out of the way, their faces pale as they pressed themselves against the walls to let the pair pass. Broly's towering form seemed to suck the air out of the hallway, his presence a looming threat that none of them dared to challenge.

But for Broly, every step was a battle against his own fury. The urge to break free, to crush everything in sight, was almost overwhelming. His mind was filled with images of destruction, of tearing down these ancient walls, of obliterating this entire academy in a storm of raw power. And yet, every time he even thought about unleashing his energy, the mark on his hand flared with that unbearable pain, reminding him of the binding spell that held him in check.

And then there was Louise—this infuriating, smug child who dared to think she could control him. Her cheerful voice grated on his ears, every word she spoke a fresh insult to his pride. He wanted to rip that confidence out of her, to show her just how foolish she was for thinking she could command him. But the mark... always the mark. It held him back, kept him in check, and it was driving him mad.

As they rounded yet another corner, Louise slowed her pace, clearly in no hurry to reach the dormitories. She spotted several teachers conversing in a nearby alcove, and she couldn't resist the opportunity to show off a little more.

"Good afternoon, Professors!" she called out, waving enthusiastically as she approached. The teachers looked up, their conversation coming to an abrupt halt as they saw Louise and Broly. Their expressions shifted from mild curiosity to stunned disbelief.

Professor Chevreuse, a stern woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense attitude, was the first to recover. "Miss Vallière... is that... your familiar?" she asked, her voice laced with incredulity.

Louise nodded proudly, her chest swelling with pride. "That's right! This is Broly—my familiar! Isn't he amazing?"

The professors exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unsure how to respond. Professor Chevreuse, however, couldn't hide the concern in her voice. "Miss Vallière, you do realize the... responsibilities that come with summoning such a powerful creature, don't you?"

"Of course!" Louise replied, her tone brimming with confidence. "I've got everything under control. Broly here listens to me, and I'm making sure he behaves."

Broly's eyes flicked to the professors, his rage simmering just below the surface. He could see the fear in their eyes, the way they looked at him as if he were a wild animal that might lash out at any moment. And he wanted nothing more than to fulfill that expectation, to unleash his power and tear this place apart. But the mark held him back, the pain a constant reminder of his forced obedience.

"I'll... kill you all... if I could," Broly growled under his breath, his voice barely more than a whisper. The mark pulsed in response, and he winced as another wave of pain shot through him.

Louise, noticing Broly's discomfort but completely misunderstanding it, patted his arm in what she thought was a reassuring gesture. "See? He's just a little grumpy, but nothing I can't handle! Right, Broly?"

Broly clenched his teeth, his muscles tensing as he fought against the urge to lash out. The pain from the mark was unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation of being paraded around like a trophy by this overconfident child. And yet, he had no choice but to endure it, at least for now.

The professors, clearly unsettled by the entire situation, simply nodded and murmured their congratulations before quickly retreating back into their alcove. Louise, satisfied with their reaction, continued on her way, her head held high as she led Broly through yet another series of corridors.

As they passed by more students and staff, Louise's confidence only grew. She was finally being noticed, finally being respected—no longer "Louise the Zero," but Louise, the girl with the legendary familiar. It was everything she had ever wanted, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

Broly, however, was reaching the limits of his patience. The constant parade, the whispers, the looks of awe and fear—all of it was a reminder of the power he held but couldn't use. Each step he took behind Louise felt like a thousand needles pricking at his pride, and every moment of forced obedience only deepened his resentment. The image of Kakarot, his ultimate enemy, flashed in his mind—a constant, nagging reminder of unfinished business. The mark on his hand was the only thing preventing him from unleashing the devastation he so desperately craved, and the pain it inflicted only added to his fury.

Louise, meanwhile, was in her element. The longer she walked, the more she basked in the attention. Every head turned as they passed, and every whispered conversation died away, replaced by the unmistakable sense of awe that followed her now. She was no longer the laughingstock of the academy; she was someone to be feared, respected, admired.

As they approached a wide, open hallway leading to the main entrance of the dormitories, Louise caught sight of a familiar figure—Montmorency, her classmate and one of her most frequent critics. Montmorency was speaking with Guiche, the academy's resident flirt when she spotted Louise and Broly approaching. Her expression shifted from casual disinterest to shock, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Louise's massive, fearsome familiar.

Louise couldn't resist the opportunity. With a bright smile, she walked right up to them, Broly following closely behind, his footsteps heavy with suppressed rage.

"Montmorency! Guiche!" Louise greeted them cheerfully as if they were old friends. "I thought you might like to meet my new familiar!"

Montmorency blinked, clearly struggling to process what she was seeing. "L-Louise... that's... your familiar?" she stammered, her usual haughtiness replaced by genuine disbelief.

Guiche, usually quick with a flirtatious remark, was uncharacteristically silent, his eyes fixed on Broly with a mixture of awe and fear. "Incredible..." he muttered under his breath, his bravado clearly shaken by the sight of the towering Saiyan.

"That's right!" Louise replied, her tone almost gleeful. "This is Broly! Isn't he impressive? I bet none of you thought I could summon something like this, did you?"

Montmorency shook her head slowly, still trying to wrap her mind around the situation. "I... I never would have believed it," she admitted, her voice tinged with envy. "How did you...?"

"Oh, you know, just a little magic," Louise said airily, waving a hand as if it were nothing. "It's all about knowing what you want and going after it with everything you've got! And now, well, I think it's safe to say I'm not 'Louise the Zero' anymore, wouldn't you agree?"

Montmorency could only nod, still too stunned to offer any of her usual snide remarks. Guiche, meanwhile, had regained some of his composure and was now attempting to salvage his usual charm.

"Well, Louise," he said with a strained smile, "I must say, you've certainly outdone yourself. Such a... formidable familiar. Truly, you've... surprised us all."

Louise beamed at the compliment, her confidence soaring even higher. "Thank you, Guiche! I knew I had it in me all along. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to make sure Broly settles into the dormitories. Being such a powerful familiar, he'll need the best accommodations, of course!"

Montmorency and Guiche quickly stepped aside as Louise continued on her way, Broly's presence still looming behind her like a dark cloud. As they walked away, the two students exchanged uneasy glances, both of them clearly rattled by the encounter.

Louise, however, was completely unfazed. She felt unstoppable as if nothing could bring her down now. The long route she had taken to the dormitories had been worth it—everyone had seen her, had acknowledged her, and most importantly, had been impressed by her. Finally, she was getting the recognition she had always wanted.

But as they neared the entrance to the dormitories, Louise couldn't help but notice the tension in the air. She glanced back at Broly, who was still following closely behind her, his expression dark and unreadable. Despite her confidence, there was something about his silence, his simmering anger, that made her uneasy.

"Broly," she said tentatively, slowing her pace so that they were walking side by side, "I know this isn't exactly what you wanted, but...If we can just... get along, I think things will be a lot easier for both of us. Don't you agree?"

Broly's eyes flicked to her, the fury still burning in their depths. For a moment, he said nothing, his silence heavy and menacing. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice low and dangerous.

"I don't care about any of this," he growled, his tone seething with barely restrained rage. "All I want is to destroy everything in my path... and you're just another obstacle in my way. If it weren't for this mark..."

Louise flinched slightly at his words, but she quickly forced herself to stand tall. She couldn't let him intimidate her—not now, not after everything she had accomplished. "Well, that mark is there, and it's not going anywhere," she replied firmly, though her voice wavered slightly. "So you'd better get used to it. As long as you're my familiar, you're going to listen to me, whether you like it or not!"

Broly's scowl deepened, his fists clenching at his sides. "You think you can control me? You're just a child... a weakling. If it wasn't for this cursed mark, I'd be tearing this place apart right now."

Louise felt a chill run down her spine at the venom in his words, but she refused to back down. "You can threaten me all you want," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, "but the fact is, you're not going to destroy anything. That mark means you have to listen to me, so you might as well accept it."

Broly's glare intensified, his anger radiating off him in waves. He wanted nothing more than to unleash his power, to crush this girl and everything around her. But the mark on his hand throbbed painfully, a constant reminder of the binding spell that held him in check. He was trapped, forced to obey, and the humiliation of it all was almost too much to bear.

But there was nothing he could do—at least not yet. So, with a low, menacing growl, he relented, if only to avoid the searing pain that would come if he resisted further.

Louise let out a small sigh of relief, though she tried to hide it. "Good. Now, let's get to the dormitories. We've got a lot to figure out."

She led the way into the dormitory building, her confidence still intact, though slightly tempered by Broly's ominous presence. As they entered the main hall, several students who had been lingering there quickly made themselves scarce, clearly not wanting to be anywhere near Broly.

Louise noticed their reactions and couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. They were afraid of her—well, of Broly—but that fear was power, and she was going to make sure she used it wisely.

As they reached the staircase leading to her room, Louise paused and turned to Broly, who was still radiating anger. "This is where we'll be staying," she said, trying to sound as if she had everything under control. "It's... not exactly luxurious, but it'll do for now."

Broly didn't respond, his expression still dark and brooding. Louise swallowed nervously before continuing. "We'll... figure out how to make this work. I know you're angry, but maybe—"

Before she could finish, Broly's hand shot out, grabbing her by the arm with a grip that was just shy of painful. Louise gasped, her heart skipping a beat as she stared up at him in shock.

"Hear me," Broly hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You might think you're in control, but the moment I find a way to break free of this mark, I'm going to destroy everything. And that includes you."

Louise's breath caught in her throat, fear washing over her like a cold wave. But she forced herself to stay calm, to not let him see how much his words affected her. "That... that may be," she stammered, "but until then, you'll do as I say. Now let go of me."

The mark on Broly's hand pulsed, and he winced as a sharp pain shot through him. With a low growl, he released her, his eyes narrowing with barely contained rage.

Louise stepped back, trying to compose herself. She had known from the moment she summoned him that this wouldn't be easy, but she hadn't expected it to be this intense. Still, she had to keep reminding herself—she was in control. As long as that mark was there, she had the upper hand.

"Good," she said, her voice steadying as she regained her composure. "Now, follow me."

As they continued, the tension between Louise and Broly was almost palpable. The narrow hallway seemed to close in around them, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken threats and simmering anger. Louise's mind raced as she tried to think of how she could maintain control over Broly, despite his clear and unrelenting hatred. His words echoed in her mind: the moment I find a way to break free of this mark, I'm going to destroy everything. She had to keep reminding herself that as long as the mark remained, she had the upper hand—but it was difficult to ignore the sheer intensity of Broly's rage.

Finally, they reached the door to Louise's room. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before pushing it open. The room was modest, with a simple bed, a small desk, and a wardrobe, but it would have to do for now. She stepped inside, gesturing for Broly to follow. The large Saiyan barely fit through the doorway, his massive frame making the space feel even smaller.

As she closed the door behind them, Louise turned to face Broly, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. She had to establish some kind of rapport with him if they were going to make this arrangement work, but she had no idea where to start. His anger was so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that it seemed impossible to even begin to understand it.

Then, almost without thinking, she blurted out, "So... why are you so angry about a carrot?"

Broly's eyes flashed with fury, and for a moment, Louise thought she might have pushed him too far. His fists clenched at his sides, and the mark on his hand pulsed with a faint, ominous glow. "What did you say?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Louise took an involuntary step back, but she forced herself to stand her ground. "You keep saying 'Kakarot' or something, but it sounds like 'carrot.' Why are you so mad about a vegetable?"

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Broly's lips curled into a snarl, his eyes blazing with anger. "Kakarot," he spat, emphasizing the name. "Not carrot, you fool. Kakarot is the name of the one I want to destroy. He's the one who... who..."

Broly's voice trailed off, his rage so intense that he could barely articulate it. His fists shook with the effort to contain his anger, and Louise could see the muscles in his jaw working as he tried to suppress the urge to lash out.

"He's the one who ruined everything," Broly continued, his voice trembling with fury. "He's the one I will destroy, no matter what. But you... you've made it so I can't reach him. So I'll destroy you first, Louise."

Louise blinked, processing what Broly had said. The idea that his rage was directed at someone named "Kakarot" rather than an actual vegetable was almost a relief, but it was quickly overshadowed by the realization that Broly's desire to destroy her was very real, even if it was currently restrained.

Despite the fear that prickled at the back of her mind, Louise couldn't help but roll her eyes at Broly's constant threats. "You know, Broly," she said, crossing her arms and trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, "you keep saying you're going to destroy me, but it's starting to get a little old. I mean, we both know you can't do anything as long as that mark is there, so you might as well stop threatening me."

Broly's scowl deepened, but he didn't argue. The truth of her words was undeniable, and the pain from the mark was a constant reminder of his helplessness. It was humiliating and infuriating, and yet, there was nothing he could do about it.

Louise sighed dramatically as if she were bored with the entire situation. "Honestly, it's like every other sentence out of your mouth is 'I'm going to destroy everything,' or 'I'll kill you.' It's getting kind of repetitive, don't you think?"

Broly glared at her, his anger barely contained. "You... have no idea what I'm capable of," he growled. "If it wasn't for this mark, you'd already be dead."

"But it is there," Louise pointed out with a small, satisfied smile. "And as long as it is, you're going to have to listen to me, like it or not."

Broly's fists clenched even tighter, but the mark on his hand pulsed with that same ominous light, forcing him to stay in his hand. He wanted nothing more than to crush this insolent girl, to wipe that smug expression off her face, but the binding spell was too strong, too painful to resist.

Louise watched him for a moment, her earlier confidence now fully restored. She knew she had the upper hand, and she wasn't afraid to use it. "So," she said with a hint of amusement, "since you're stuck with me for now, we might as well make the best of it. You can keep threatening to kill me all you want, but I'm not too worried. After all, we both know you're not going to do anything."

Broly glared at her, his eyes filled with pure hatred. He didn't respond, but the silence between them was heavy with unspoken threats. Louise knew that his rage wasn't going to disappear anytime soon, but as long as she had control, she could handle it.

Finally, she turned away, moving to her desk and pretending to busy herself with organizing some papers. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Broly," she said, her tone deliberately casual, "I have some things to take care of. Why don't you just... I don't know, stand over there or something? Try not to break anything."

Broly's eyes narrowed as he watched her, the urge to destroy everything in sight still burning within him. But the mark held him in check, and for now, he had no choice but to obey.

Louise, satisfied that she had asserted her control, allowed herself a small, triumphant smile. She had summoned the most powerful familiar anyone had ever seen, and despite his threats, she knew she was the one in charge.

But as she glanced back at Broly, who was still seething with barely-contained rage, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. She had won this battle, but the war was far from over. And as long as Broly's hatred for Kakarot—and now for her—burned within him, she knew that she would have to stay vigilant.

But for now, she could afford to be a little smug. After all, she was no longer "Louise the Zero." She was the girl who had summoned Broly, the Legendary Super Saiyan. And that was something worth celebrating.

With one last glance at Broly, who remained silently fuming in the corner of the room, Louise turned back to her desk and began to plan for what was sure to be a very interesting future.

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And there we go, another Familiar of Zero fanfic in the bag! I swear, I can't stop writing these. It's like some kind of magical addiction—once you start, you just can't stop! Seriously, it's only been, what, two days since my last one? But here I am again, cranking out another chapter like it's going out of style. I need help. Or maybe I just need to keep going... yeah, probably that. Anyway, thanks for reading, and stay tuned because, let's be real, I'm probably gonna have another one out before the ink even dries on this one. Happy reading, fellow fanfic addicts!