A/N: This chapter is a little more serious and, as I said last time, centers around Broly. This was my attempt to try and add more depth to, who I believe, is a complex character and will be the start of his transformation process. Sorry X3runner but no 17/Broly bro time. At least not yet. I do love that idea and will definitely use it later.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.

Chapter: 29

Broly gasped for breath as he ran through the broken streets. One arm hung limp at his side as blood flowed heavily from his shoulder. He stopped and leaned against a building to try and catch his breath, clutching his arm to try and stop the bleeding.

"I… I just… I need a few seconds." Broly said to himself between breaths. He knew he couldn't stay in one place for long. He needed to keep going or else…

*BOOM*

Buildings crumbled as a ki bomb exploded close by him. Fear and panic gripped the Saiyan as he took off down the street as fast as he could. The sound of maniacal laughter resounded through the city and Broly knew that it was only a matter of time before the monster caught him. All he could do was delay the inevitable.

"Brooollyyy!?" The monster called out playfully. "Where are you Broly!? Don't you want to play anymore!?" The sadistic voice echoed off what buildings were left standing. Broly picked up his pace, desperately looking for somewhere, anywhere he could take shelter and hide. He finally saw a building that looked like it might offer him a slight reprieve. Just enough to regain his energy. He ducked inside and threw himself against a wall, slowly sinking to the floor. 'Maybe he won't find me in here.' The warrior thought to himself hopefully.

As he got his breathing under control, he heard more explosions off in the distance, causing him to let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he had gotten lucky. The monster was off his trail. Broly was too smart to waste this chance though. The beast would circle back eventually, and he needed to try and put as much distance between them as possible. He stood up, wincing as pain shot through his arm from the movement. He made his way to exit the building, only for a haunting voice froze his blood and made him stop dead in his tracks.

"Where are you hiding Broly?" The voice was quieter and nearer than before. Broly backed away from the door with a look of sheer terror in his eyes. His back hit a wall and he raised a trembling fist, readying himself for the confrontation. His heart was pounding in his ears as he waited for the door to open.

"Found you!" Suddenly, a hand smashed through the wall behind him and grabbed him by the neck. Then, quicker than he could blink, Broly felt himself smashing through the front door. Broly felt immense pain as his face was plowed through building after building and the structures toppled like dominoes. His attacker finally dropped him, only to deliver a kick to his back, punting him across the city.

Broly landed hard on the ground, knocking the wind out of him. The Saiyan tried to lift himself up, but it was no use. He was drained. There was no longer any hope for him.

"Dear me. You really don't look so good." Broly lifted his eyes to see the newcomer.

"Ma-master?" His heart filled with hope at the sight of the Jade emperor. He was saved! "Master, please, help me."

The green man gave him an odd look. The stare down didn't last long, however. Brolys' attacker landed with a loud thud. Broly looked at the creature who would soon kill him. Lumbering toward him was a hulking figure. 10 ft tall at least with rippling muscles. His eyes were whited out and his hair was greenish gold and spiky. Despite his weakness, Broly recoiled at the sight of his super saiyan self. He tried to appeal to his master once more.

"Master, I beg of you!"

The old man gave him a kindly smile before he spoke.

"Kill it."

"As you wish." A giant hand charging ki was held directly in front of the downed Brolys face and then, he saw no more.

Broly sat up drenched in sweat and he looked around frantically. It took him several moments to realize that he was safe and sound on the lookout. He breathed out a sigh of relief and laid himself back down. The nightmare had been a familiar one. He had always feared his power and that fear manifested itself in the types of dreams that he had just had. A being of pure rage and power, always trying to consume and destroy him. He had been able to deal with it before because of the emperor, but now? Now things were different, and the dreams were getting worse. Before, he was always able to control himself only because his loyalty to the emperor tethered him to his sanity. The Emperor had trained him to channel his rage and focus it. His loyalty to the Emperor had allowed him to keep himself under control, even in his berserker like super saiyan state. Now the emperor was gone, and his dreams seemed to make it clear which side of Broly he preferred. Now that he was no longer holding the leash, would he finally be consumed by his own power?

There was something else that had been eating at him recently. Before he died, Jade had tossed Broly aside making it clear that he only cared for Broly as a weapon. It just didn't make sense to Broly. He had looked up to the emperor as a father, which made the experience all the more traumatic. He knew that the emperor was a tyrant and a despot. That he was not conquering the universe to instill peace, but merely for his own profit. Even so, the man had raised Broly. Had helped him when there was nobody else. He was the only family that he had ever known. A war was raging in his own mind and it had been tearing him apart.

"E-excuse me, Mr. Broly?" Dende called out to the Saiyan snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Lord Guardian." Broly acknowledged the small namekian with a nod.

"Erm." Dended began. "Mr. Popo has made breakfast if you would like to come and eat."

Without a word, the Saiyan got up and followed Dende to the kitchens where a delicious meal was spread out on the table. Broly sat down and grabbed a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks. But instead of eating voraciously, like a Saiyan normally would, he just stared at it. Several minutes passed and he still hadn't taken a bite.

"Is it not to your liking?" Mr. Popo asked with some concern.

Broly snapped out of his daze and nodded. "No, it's nothing. Thank you for the meal." He started to eat slowly. After a few bites, he addressed Dende. "Lord Guardian,"

"You can just call me Dende."

"Lord Guardian Dende, I would like your permission to leave for the day." Broly asked respectfully.

"Permission to leave?" Dende asked in confusion. Ever since the invasion, Broly had imposed on himself a kind of house arrest. A part of the reason for this was due to his natural reclusiveness aided by his slight depression over recent events. Part of it was he felt guilty for his part in the invasion and for the lost lives of his comrades. Say what you will about them, but they were his comrades, and he cared for them. But now, he needed to do more than simply mourn and mope. He needed closure, and there was one person in particular he needed to speak with to get it.

"I-I just need to speak with A… A friend. I promise I won't cause any trouble." Much to the young Guardians surprise, Broly actually bowed as he requested this.

"Hang on a minute!" Dende waved his hands in front of him. "You don't need to ask my permission to leave or anything, and you certainly don't need to bow!"

"I don't?"

"No! Why would you think that you did?"

"Well, Son Gohan said that I was to remain up here." The main reason why Broly never left, was that he believed Gohan had confined him to the lookout. Broly was a man of honor and, in his mind, the loser must accept any punishment the victor declares.

Both Dende and Mr. Popo sweat-dropped. "I think you might have misunderstood him." Popo explained gently. "What he meant, I believe, was that you could stay here if you chose, not that you were to remain a prisoner."

"Yeah." Added Dende. "Wait, are you telling me that you've been up here all this time because you thought Gohan was making you? You can leave anytime you want to."

After hearing this explanation, Broly started to feel slightly foolish.

"… Oh…"

Break

The remnants of the empire's forces had been placed in a prison camp not far outside of West city. To be honest though, you could hardly call it a prison. Since it was designed by Dr. Briefs, the encampment was a state-of-the-art facility complete with a golf course, a spa and even cappuccino makers. The 'prisoners' spent their time pursuing leisurely activities. Doctor Graph was especially looking forward to introducing the rest of the empire to the fantastic earth invention, "The massage chair" when they got home. In fact, he was enjoying this delightful item immeasurably, while sipping a cold drink, when a large shadow came over him.

"Excuse me, but some of us are trying to relax here. Why don't you go and bother someone else?" He shooed away whoever was bothering him with his hand. When the shadow refused to move, he started to get annoyed. "Listen here you son of a b-b-b-BROLY!" As he turned around to chastise the owner of the shadow, his eyes bulged as he beheld the most feared warrior the empire had ever known.

"Hello Dr." Broly greeted.

"Y-y-yes, Hello Broly!" He shouted out of fear and nervousness. "What are you doing here? We've been so worried about you, you know."

"Where's Adamantia?" Broly asked.

"O-oh, you came to see her? I see." The doctor heaved a sigh of relief. Glad he doesn't want anything with me. "Yes, follow me." He beckoned and lead Broly to Adamantias' room. "You know," he started conversationally. "She really hasn't been the same since we were defeated. I'm grateful that these earthlings let us live, but really, to leave her in such a state, it might've just been more merciful to kill her." At this, Broly scowled, causing the doctor to panic. "I-I just mean, well…"

"Is she alright?" Broly asked.

"Oh, well, physically, besides the missing arm, she's fit as a fiddle as they say on this planet. No, her problem seems to be psychological. It's like that young warrior broke her spirit." The Doctor explained. "She doesn't train, barely interacts with anyone. She even turned away Pearl and Alex when they tried to visit. In fact, she never even leaves her room. All her meals are brought to her. Well, here we are, you'll see what I mean." The pair had reached a door and Broly stared intensely at it. Graph wasn't sure whether he should stay, but he was certain he didn't want to be in an enclosed space with Broly and Adamantia. "Well, then… I'll just be going, shall I?" he started to back away slowly, then broke off into a full sprint when he was far enough away.

Broly took a deep breath and exhaled. He knocked hesitantly and he heard a familiar voice say "Come in." Broly walked into the room. He saw Adamantia sitting on her bed looking out a window. "You can leave the food in the usual place." She gestured to an empty bedside table. Broly just stayed silent. When she noticed that the person hadn't left yet she turned around. Her eyes went wide as she saw who was in her room. "Broly."

"Hello Tia." Broly said softly.

The two warriors just looked at each other for a moment, each one taking note of the others appearance. She was obviously the Adamantia he had known for so long, yet now she was different. Before, she had always been very meticulous about her appearance, claiming to be not only the strongest female in the universe, but also the most beautiful. But now it looked like her hair hadn't been brushed in days and her eyes had dark circles around them.

"I see that he let you keep both of yours." Adamantia observed, with some bitterness, referring to his arms. "How lucky for you."

Broly didn't know what to say to that. He looked at the stump that was once her arm. He had experienced Son Gohans brutality firsthand and he cringed when he thought of the damage he must have inflicted to manage to sever her arm. It reminded him that he didn't want to be on his bad side again. As he stared at his comrade, he tried to think of some words that might console her. Nothing came to mind that didn't sound insincere, so he just stood there.

When she saw that he had nothing to say, she pressed on. "It must be nice to have your arms and your freedom. Tell me, what was it like begging a child for mercy? How do his boots taste by the way? You must have gotten a good idea after all the groveling." Once again, the Saiyan had nothing to say. After she realized she wasn't going to get a rise out of him, she sighed. "What do you want?"

"I…" What did he want? He wasn't entirely sure. "The Emperor. What was he like before I met him?"

Adamantia quirked an eyebrow. "What?"

"It's just… Well, you knew him longer than anyone. I just wanted to know what you thought of him. What kind of person was he?"

The woman looked at him with some measure of disbelief. "Are you telling me, that for months I've been rotting away in this prison and you, who have been free this entire time, wait until now to pay me a visit, and that is what you want to talk about?"

Broly felt a rush of guilt overcome him. It was true, he was free to do as he pleased, and it was only now that he came to visit her. He felt ashamed that he had neglected his long-time friend like he did. "I just thought…"

"You thought that I would want to mourn the old goat with you? Tell a few stories from the good old days and we could have a good cry. Is that right? I don't know why you would mourn him. I heard that he threw you away like he should have done when he found you." Broly hung his head and she let out a laugh. "Oh, Wait! I get it. You came here to hear some stories about how good the old man was. Is that right? You just can't come to terms with the fact that the old man tossed you aside and you came to me for some sort of consolation. You wanted some proof that you weren't just a weapon to him." The look on Brolys' face told her she hit the nail on the head.

"Oh man! I knew you were stupid, but this is just hilarious!" She laughed at the misery of her old comrade. When she finally calmed down, she leered at Broly. "You really think there was good in the old man? That he was some benevolent leader who just happened to conquer planets?" she chuckled some more at the notion. "Did I ever tell you about how I became his second in command?" Broly shook his head. "I killed my predecessor."

"What?"

"Yep. Don't know why you're so surprised. You know what I'm like. But the best part," she said with a grin, "was that I did it right in front of the emperor. I cut his head right off." She paused and Broly saw a wicked gleam in her eye.

"You know, my predecessor had been with the emperor for many years. In fact, they had even grown up together. He'd helped Jade build his empire, whether that was tactics for an invasion or improving a planets infrastructure. It would be safe to assume that the two would have been rather close. You might've even said that he was Jades best friend. Indispensable to the emperor even. But you know how the emperor reacted after I presented him with his best friends head? He laughed. 'Oh most impressive.' he said."

Broly looked miserable after she finished her story. Adamantia seemed to enjoy this. "You see Broly, He never saw anyone, not me, not you, not even his own son, as anything other than tools. Weapons for his own benefit, and when one of us was no longer useful, that was it."

"But then why did you stay with him so long!? If he was so horrible, why didn't you just quit?"

"Oh, he was horrible alright. But so am I." she chuckled darkly. "I pretty much got away with anything I wanted so long as I remained an asset. But then you came along. A peace-loving child." She glared at him with annoyance. "We had to play down our cruelty to win you over. At first it made sense. Get the kid to like us, then make him more like us. We thought that a Saiyan would be the perfect addition to the ranks. You were strong and had infinite potential, but all that was wasted. I tried to appeal to your savage instinct, tried to make you into a real warrior, but you held onto your notion of peace. You've always been weak Broly. Even with all your power, you were the most pathetic being in the jade empire." She finished coldly.

"So… So I really was just a weapon to him? None of it was real? It was all just a lie?"

"Yup." Then she paused. "Wait… Yeah, no. It was all a lie." She nodded and Broly hung his head low and his shoulders sagged in defeat. Then he looked up.

"What about you?" He asked. "We trained together. We fought together. You looked after me. You were like a sister to me. Was that all a lie too?"

The question caught her off guard. She bowed her head. "Do you wanna know the truth Broly?" She asked quietly. "Take this from your 'big sis Tia'. The truth is you never belonged. You're pathetic and weak… You never should have been a part of the empire. Not only that, but you also failed the empire when it needed you most. You might as well stay on a backwater planet like this. You'll probably feel right at home with all the other lower lifeforms. Now if you're done wasting my time, get lost. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of." Adamantia turned her back on her former comrade.

Broly was crushed. He had come for closure, but his wounds were only torn wider. Without a word, he turned around and left the room. Adamantia looked over her shoulder and saw the door close. A tear rolled down her cheek "You'll be better off here anyway. You really didn't belong with monsters like us."

Break

Satan city (Orange city was renamed posthumously. Everyone still thinks Hercule is dead)

"Hmm… I don't know Erasa." Pearl said. "I still think we could fit more ice cream on there."

"Um… I'm not sure that would be the best idea." The blonde replied. Pearl was holding an ice cream cone with 30 scoops and it was swaying back and forth rather precariously.

"Nonsense!" Yelled Alex. "Bigger is better! Everyone knows that!"

"Really?" Questioned Pearl. "I would have thought you rejected that world view, considering you don't have very big boo…" Alex gave her sister a dirty look. "Uh, Big boo-rains. Big brains… You're dumb." This seemed to appease the angry twin somehow. Nothing made her angrier than when her feminine assets were called into question. Even when the comment came from her identical twin.

"Well, I may be dumb, but even I can tell you that this cone needs more ice cream." She said with finality.

"But look how it's swaying." Erasa pointed out. "If you put more on, it's going to topple over."

"GRRGLGERSG!"

"Hey! Great idea Jemima!" Pearl praised her pet pancake. "He thinks we should build out the base more. Like an ice cream pyramid!" She said excitedly.

Erasa and Alex gave the sentient pancake a confused and disgusted look. "How did you get that from his nasty gurgling?" Alex asked.

"The bond of friendship transcends languages."

Erasa shrugged. Aliens were weird, she decided. "Well, I don't think you're going to find a cone big enough to follow through with the project."

"What about that one." Pearl pointed to an orange cone on the street.

"That's a traffic cone." Erasa said hoping the girl was joking.

"Yeah, but you put ice cream in it, and it becomes an ice cream cone, right?" Alex stated as though this were an obvious conclusion. She went and grabbed some cones out of the street and brought them to Erasa and Pearl. "Umm, no thanks." Erasa declined. "I'll just stick with two scoops."

"Tch, wuss." She tossed one of the cones away. "Hey soda jerk!" She yelled while holding up her giant cone over the counter. "Fill er up!"

"Make that two please." Pearl held her cone up to the ice cream man as well who couldn't help but laugh. "Here you go ladies." Both twins wound up with a mountain of ice cream that was stacked higher than the stall itself. Once again Erasa couldn't help but think that, while these twins were really fun, they were both insane. Still, at least they didn't terrify her like a certain orange hired blue chick did. She hadn't even gone close to Gohan since Zangya threatened to drop her off a building if she messed with him. Of course, the fact the Gohan himself had almost killed her was no small factor in her decision to leave him alone.

Thinking of that incident took her thoughts to the man who had saved her. Pearl said his name was Broly. She still hadn't thanked him for saving her. She wondered if she would ever get the chance. But how do you thank somebody for taking an atomic blast for you? Barbeque? She shrugged. It didn't really matter since she would probably never see him again anyway. She walked away along with Alex, Pearl and Jemima.

Sometimes, small things can lead to big consequences. For example, a butterfly might flap its' wings and create a hurricane that destroys a city. Or, in this case, if you take a few traffic cones out of the street, it can cause some serious problems. The truck driver wasn't paying close enough attention and without the aid of the traffic cones, he didn't realize that there was roadwork going on. By the time he noticed the big hole in the road, all he could do was swerve, which caused the truck to tip over and keep on rolling toward a group of pedestrians.

Women screamed and children cried. As the truck came crashing toward them each person saw their lives flash before their eyes. A mother knelt down to hold onto her son as imminent death barreled towards her. She closed her eyes and waited for the truck to squash her. But no impact came. She opened her eyes to see a tall figure holding the truck as though he had caught it, which he had. He set the truck down gently. The group that he had just saved was silent for a moment as he turned to face them. The silence hardly lasted a minute as Broly, for Broly it was, was mobbed by the grateful civilians.

"You saved my life!"

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Oh, bless you sir! Thank you for saving my little boy!"

Broly wasn't used to such a positive response to his presence and didn't know what to do or say. He was flying overhead when he saw the accident and had just acted on instinct. Now, people were surrounding him, trying to shake his hand. The nearby Ice cream man came over to him and gave him a complimentary ice cream. "Wow, that could have been a lot worse if you hadn't shown up! You a friend of the Gold fighter or something?"

"Um… I don't…" Broly started to reply bemusedly but stopped when he felt a tug on his pantleg. A small girl was holding a flower, offering it to Broly. He knelt down and took the gift, but before he could stand back up, the little girl wrapped her arms around the man's neck and whispered a soft "Thank you" into his ear before letting go. He stood back up, replied "You're welcome." He said awkwardly. Not really knowing what else to do, he took to the sky and continued to fly back to the lookout. Only now, he had company.

"That wasn't half bad." Broly stopped mid-air and turned around to see who had spoken. "I mean you forgot to pose, but overall, well done big guy." Zangya was floating and smiling at him.

"You?" Broly recognized this girl. She was Turks sister, not to mention the girl that was the reason Gohan beat him up. He still felt bad about trying to kill her. "Zangya, right? Listen, I'm sorry for…"

"Don't worry about it." Zangya dismissed his apology. "It was a fight. People get hurt in a fight. Besides," she added with a mischievous grin. "I hear that Gohan repaid you in spades." Broly nodded "So, as the earthlings say, we're cool."

Broly didn't know what to say. "Er. Thanks."

"So, anyway, about saving those people, good job. You ever think of, I don't know, joining a superhero team?" She asked hopefully. "We need one more to make it really work, that is, if we can get Piccolo to join. Oh, who am I kidding, that guy does whatever Gohan asks. So, what do you say? We don't have a name yet, but it's between the Dragon warriors and the Z fighters. Y'know, Z for Zangya."

Broly looked at her. "Superhero team?"

"Yeah!" Zangya responded enthusiastically. "It's great! We protect the weak and fight for justice. You know, help those who can't help themselves. Oh, and we're planning on having matching costumes!" She added the last part as if it was the sweetest deal in existence. "So, wanna join?"

Broly replied sadly. "I don't think you want someone like me in your group."

"Why not?" Zangya whined, clearly upset. Broly with his height would make the perfect balance in her mind. But then she saw the look in his eyes. A look all too familiar to her. Sadness, loneliness, regret. It took her all of a second to decide what she was going to do. "Hey," she changed her tone. "Follow me." She took off without waiting for his response. Broly wasn't sure why, but he decided to follow her. It's not like he had anything better to do. They landed just outside of a small bakery. Broly followed the Hera woman inside and she pointed to a small table. "Have a seat Broly. I'll be right back. Oh yeah, What kind of cake do you prefer?" she asked

"Um… Cake?" Broly asked, not familiar with the earth food.

"Oh that's right, your empire was terrible." She nodded. "Well, do you dislike any foods?"

Brolys face went sour. "I hate carrots." He said rather grimly.

Zangya laughed. "Yeah, I'm not a fan of them myself. Chichi loves them though for some reason. That's the only reason we even have carrot cake. Anyway…" She went back behind the counter and came back with two large pieces of cake. "You strike me as a chocolate man." She handed him a fork and slid the cake over to him, then started digging into her own piece.

Broly looked at the dark, fluffy bread-like substance. Judging by the way Zangya was demolishing her piece it must be good. He used his fork to cut a piece and brought it up to his mouth. When the morsel entered his mouth his eyes went wide. He was wrong to assume that this would be good. It was… AMAZING! He had never tasted anything so sublime. It took him less than a second to finish the rest of his slice and he was licking the plate.

Zangya looked at him and laughed. "Haha! Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction too. You want more?" Broly nodded vehemently and Zangya brought him another piece. "You know, it's better when you eat slower, then you can actually savor it." Broly followed her advice and slowed down.

"I'm taking it that you like it then?" Broly nodded with a full mouth. "That's good to hear. It's funny, I haven't really been baking for very long. Chichi is an amazing teacher. That's Gohans mom by the way." She clarified. "She sort of took me in and it's been great. A few years ago, I never would have dreamed that I would be doing something like baking. Sometimes I think it's more than I deserve." Broly looked at her curiously as her tone shifted.

"What do you mean?"

Zangya looked down and was silent for a while. Finally, she looked up and out the window. "I still see their faces. I hear their voices. Pleading for mercy." Broly remembered that Turks planet had been wiped out and thought that she must be talking about her people. He was about to try and offer his sympathies when her next statement caught him by complete surprise. "And me, refusing to give it to them."

"You…"

"Yeah." Zangyas voice was hard and filled with regret. "I used to be like you guys. My gang went from planet to planet, laying waste to everything in sight. I thought we were justified, but in my heart…I knew we were wrong." Her eyes started to mist over. "We were always wrong."

Broly sat there stunned. He never would have guessed that this girl, sitting in a bakery and making cake, was a battle-hardened warmonger. Someone who had felt the weight of the lives they had taken. Someone who felt the pain and regret that came with that.

"20,917." Broly said quietly.

"Sorry?" Zangya asked, not quite understanding.

"I've helped in the conquering of 20,917 planets."

"That is a lot." Zangya said somberly. "Tell me, how many of those did you wipe out the inhabitants entirely? Without leaving a single living sole."

"What?" Broly sounded horrified at the thought. "Never! We always tried to minimize casualties when we could. Are you saying that you..."

Zangya nodded. "I was a monster Broly. Do you know what it's like to have that on your conscience? To not be able to fall asleep because you were haunted by the memories of your victims? To not even be able to look yourself in the mirror because you were too ashamed of what you would see!?" Zangya was practically shouting.

"Yes. I do." Broly answered and Zangya calmed herself down.

"I know you do. You fear yourself and what your capable of. You want to move on from the past but can't shake off the chains that bind you. That's why I want to help. If you'll let me." Zangya offered.

Broly hesitated.

"Remember what I said?" Zangya went on. "I was a monster. Was, Broly. People can change." Zangya was speaking as much to herself as she was to the Saiyan.

"You really people like us can be redeemed? You think a monster can change?"

"I don't know if people like us can be redeemed. But I know I've changed and that has to count for something. I had lots of help from Chichi, 18, Gohan. They saw me as a person not as a monster. Not a weapon." Broly was still hesitant. "There's an earth saying. "The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step." But sometimes, a push from a friend doesn't hurt." She held out her hand. "Let me be that friend." Her hand hung in the air for a minute and Broly made no sign of movement. "Did I mention that there will be cake?" suddenly his hand shot out and grasped hers.

"Great!" Zangya said with a huge smile. "Welcome to the 'Gohan beat some sense into me club'. You're gonna love it!"

End chapter.

A/N: My wife has been watching a lot of cake videos on youtube so… Yeah. Anyway, Broly has a lot of issues and it will take more than a chapter to deal with them all. I really liked the idea of Zangya bonding with Broly as a reformed villain so she's going to be his Gohan, minus the romance. Broly will wind up with Cheelai, as it should be. Also, don't remove traffic cones from the street, even for the sake of ice cream. That's all for now. Let me know what you think in the reviews. If you like it please favorite. If not... please favorite? Yeah, that'll show me what for!