Chapter 1
The battlefield was chaotic. Smoke and ash filled the air as Goku stood alone against Broly, trembling but unyielding. Behind him, the broken forms of his allies lay scattered—Vegeta, Mirai Trunks, Gohan, and Piccolo, each crushed by the relentless fury of the Legendary Super Saiyan. Broly's laughter echoed across the desolate wasteland, his aura a raging storm of green and gold, tearing apart the ground beneath him.
But Goku wasn't giving up. He clenched his fists and shouted, his voice raw with desperation: "Everyone, give me your energy! I can't do this alone!"
Gohan, battered but alive, didn't hesitate. "Take it, Dad!" he cried, channeling the last vestiges of his strength. Trunks followed, his resolve unwavering even as his body shook from exhaustion. Piccolo added his power in silence, his stoic determination speaking louder than words.
And then there was Vegeta.
The prince of all Saiyans knelt, blood dripping from his forehead, his teeth clenched in frustration. He watched as Goku gathered energy from the others, fury bubbling in his chest. "You think you can beat him with a desperate gamble, Kakarot?!" he snarled. "You're delusional! That monster is unstoppable!"
Goku turned to him, his voice sharp. "We don't have a choice, Vegeta! If we don't stop him now, we're all going to die—Trunks, Bulma, everyone! Is your pride worth that?!"
Vegeta flinched, his eyes narrowing. The mention of Bulma, of Trunks—both his future son and the infant waiting back on Earth—struck a nerve. He hated it. He hated that Goku was right. With a growl of frustration, Vegeta forced himself to his feet and extended his hand. "Damn you, Kakarot. Take it."
Goku nodded, a faint smile crossing his face, and felt Vegeta's ki surge into him. The combined energy of his allies coursed through him, igniting his aura like a blazing sun. He turned to Broly, his voice echoing with determination. "This ends now!"
Empowered by his friends, Goku launched himself at Broly. The battlefield trembled as their clash reached its peak. Broly, consumed by rage, unleashed a devastating blast that could have destroyed the entire planet, but Goku's final punch found its mark: the scar Broly had carried since birth, the wound inflicted by King Vegeta's blade.
Broly's howl of pain shook the heavens. For the first time in his life, he felt something beyond anger—fear. The punch sent him hurtling into the sky, his body crashing with a green comet blazing a trail of destruction through the atmosphere. The Z Fighters barely had time to retreat as the planet crumbled beneath them, their combined energy allowing them to escape into space.
But Broly's story didn't end there. The comet that carried him tore through the void, his body battered and bleeding, yet unbroken thanks to his Saiyan resilience. His mind flickered in and out of consciousness, his rage smoldering even in his weakened state.
The comet's path was anything but ordinary. It scraped the edge of the Nine Hells, passing briefly through the eternal Blood War, where fiends paused their slaughter to gaze at the streak of green fire blazing through their realm. Even the most ancient of demons hesitated to approach, sensing the primal power that lay within.
The comet eventually breached the planar barriers of Faerûn, drawing the attention of gods, dragons, and mortals alike. Lolth, the Spider Queen, laughed with wicked delight as she watched the green streak plummet toward the Material Plane. To her, it was a herald of chaos, a tool to be manipulated. Bahamut and Torm, watching from the heavens, exchanged cautious glances, uncertain whether this was an omen of good or ill.
The comet's descent ended in catastrophe. It struck a mountain with such force that the earth itself trembled, the impact carving a massive crater that glowed faintly green from Broly's lingering ki. But the destruction didn't stop there. The sheer power of the collision shattered layers of stone, punching through to the Underdark below.
Deep below, the comet broke apart, sending Broly's limp, bloodied body plummeting into a subterranean river far the defeated Legendary Super Saiyan far from his home galaxy. Broly's once-mighty body, glowing with the overwhelming green aura of his Legendary state, now flickered and dimmed as his power ebbed away. His hulking frame, over three meters tall and packed with bulging muscle, began to shrinkBy the time his unconscious body crashed into a cavernous river deep in the Underdark, Broly was no longer the unstoppable behemoth. He was simply a Saiyan—two meters tall, muscular yet lean, with jet-black hair clinging wetly to his face.
The black waters churn, as Broly's body sank beneath the surface, the shockwaves of his arrival sending ripples far into the cavern. Blind cave eels and tentacled horrors immediately took notice, sensing prey in their midst. They circled, their grotesque forms writhing through the darkness, closing in on the unconscious Saiyan.
As their sharp teeth and claws raked against his flesh, Broly's Saiyan biology resisted them. The monsters found his skin impenetrable, their attacks splintering their fangs and claws. While they couldn't harm him, their incessant attacks agitated his battered form.
A low growl rumbled from his throat as his eyes shot open, glowing faintly green in the pitch-black water. He flailed instinctively, disoriented by the swirling current and the biting monstrosities. Swallowing a mouthful of the brackish, metallic-tasting water, Broly's rage began to bubble to the surface.
The beasts weren't relenting. More of them closed in, forming a whirlwind of teeth and tentacles around him. Blinking the filthy water from his eyes, Broly took in his surroundings, a rush of dim awareness sparking through his foggy mind.
Rage ignited within him. These creatures, weak though they were, dared to attack him?
A faint green aura began to crackle around him, the water bubbling as his ki surged. His black hair lifted slightly, his instincts roaring to life. With an enraged cry, Broly's power exploded outward. A blazing green sphere of energy illuminated the entire cavern, its radiance momentarily overpowering the darkness.
The beasts stood no chance. The detonation sent a shockwave tearing through the river, vaporizing the creatures in an instant. Bits of scorched flesh and splintered bone rained down, accompanied by the violent rush of displaced water.
When the light of the explosion faded, the cavern was eerily quiet, the once-swollen river reduced to a trickle. Broly's body floated on the remnants of the current, his power flickering and fading once more. His aura dimmed, his teal eyes returned to black, and his frame, though still imposing, became leaner as his energy reserves depleted.
The current carried Broly's exhausted body to a rocky bank, where he groggily clawed his way out of the water. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, his limbs trembling as he dragged himself onto the wet stone.
For a moment, he simply lay there, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Water dripped from his hair and body, pooling around him. Slowly, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, his broad shoulders heaving as he fought to stay conscious.
He clenched his fists, his fingers digging into the stone. The memory of his defeat came rushing back. Kakarot. His rage flared briefly, but it was smothered by exhaustion and something far worse—humiliation.
They had beaten him. Kakarot and the others. Even Vegeta had joined them, pooling their power to bring him down. Broly had prided himself on being the strongest, the ultimate Saiyan, but in the end, he hadn't been enough.
His fists trembled. His teeth ground together. He hated it—hated the helplessness, the shame. But most of all, he hated the question that gnawed at the edges of his mind:
How?
How had they done it? Their strength came from something he didn't understand, something he had never known. He had fought alone his entire life, forged by his father's will to be a weapon of destruction. He didn't need anyone else.
Or did he?
The thought made him growl, his voice echoing through the cavern. He slammed his fist into the ground, cracking the stone beneath him. His body trembled with emotion—anger, confusion, and a bitter taste of regret he couldn't quite name.
But the fire of his Saiyan pride refused to die. He might have been defeated, but he wasn't broken. Not yet. Broly would rise again.
As his breathing slowed, Broly leaned back against the cavern wall, the shadows of the Underdark closing in around him. For now, he will recover and wake up tomorrow.
