"This ki… it's immense! And it's pure Saiyan! Didn't I wipe them all out? How can a Saiyan still exist—and be this strong?! Unless… it's him? Broly?!"
Long before Broly's energy shield even scraped Earth's atmosphere, Son Goku had sensed the monstrous, hate-fueled power. Without a moment's hesitation, he gathered all the women and stored them safely inside his World Ring. Then, with a focused thought, he vanished from the room using Instant Transmission.
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At the crash site…
"Just who the hell are you? What is your business on Earth?" Kuririn and the others stared at the hulking green-haired Saiyan, their faces pale with dread. In the face of such power, they were little more than insects. You had to admire their guts—or sheer stupidity—for even standing their ground.
"KAKAROT!" Broly roared again, ignoring them completely, his voice a grating symphony of rage. Who knew why his hatred for Goku ran so deep? Perhaps it stemmed from a certain infant's incessant crying in an adjacent space pod long ago. If that story ever got out, it would surely leave people speechless.
"Boss, why does this guy keep yelling 'Kakarot'? Their bond seems even stronger than ours!" Strategist sighed dramatically, completely misreading the situation.
"You moron! Haven't you figured out that 'Kakarot' is the old boss's Saiyan name?!" Brute growled, cuffing Strategist on the head again.
Broly's head snapped toward them, his gaze predatory. "You… you all reek of Kakarot. In that case… DIE TOGETHER!"
With a bloodthirsty grin, Broly flickered forward. His foot connected squarely with the still-chattering Strategist's chest, launching the Minotaur like a cannonball into a distant mountainside. That's what you get for running your mouth.
Strategist possessed a battle power in the low thousands. Yet, a single contemptuous kick had shattered his ribs and left him gasping for life. If Broly had put any real intent behind it, it would have been instant vaporization.
Seeing their comrade incapacitated in one blow, Kuririn and the others felt a chill run down their spines. They could sense the gulf in power. How were they supposed to fight this?
"STRATEGIST!" Brute bellowed, his eyes blazing with fury. Entering a berserk state, his power spiked. He lowered his horns and charged Broly like a bull seeing red. "BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU HURT MY MAN! I'LL KILL YOU!"
His valiant charge met Broly's boot—square in the face. Brute shot backward like a discarded doll, plowing through the same mountain and getting buried under tons of rock.
"BRUTE!" Two-Flower screamed, rushing to dig him out, Anjēru close behind.
Broly, who had coldly murdered his own 'father,' knew no mercy. The cruel smirk on his face was enough to make Kuririn's knees buckle. With battle powers barely scraping a few hundred, simply remaining conscious under this pressure was a feat.
"I knew I shouldn't have come to watch…" Yamcha muttered, his face ashen.
"ALL OF YOU—DIE!" Broly gathered a crackling green energy sphere in his palm and hurled it directly at the paralyzed group.
"We're finished! This is it!"
A figure blurred into existence in front of them. A single, casual backhand swatted the devastating energy blast high into the sky, where it dissipated harmlessly among the clouds.
"Huh? Who are you? You blocked that monster's attack?! Be careful, he's not human!" Recognizing the spiky-haired silhouette, Kuririn's group felt a surge of desperate hope, though childhood memories made them hesitant.
"Hmph. Son Goku. Even your arrival changes nothing. That thing is on a level we cannot comprehend right now," Piccolo stated coldly, though a flicker of relief crossed his own features.
Hearing Piccolo, Kuririn's jaw dropped. "No way! That's… Goku? Now that I look… the hair is a dead giveaway…"
"Goku-san…!" Anjēru, helping Two-Flower, looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of him. Nearby, Brute, half-conscious, was finally pulled from the rubble.
"Take them and get out of here. This opponent is far beyond you," Goku said, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument. He tossed two senzu beans to Kuririn. "For them. Now go."
"R-right!" Kuririn's group didn't need telling twice. They scrambled away, their minds reeling. "That's really Goku?! In just a couple of years he's gotten that strong?! What kind of godly training did he go through?!"
"KAKAROT!"
The moment Broly's eyes locked onto Goku, something inside him shattered. His aura erupted violently, shaking the ground. He roared the name again, a primal scream of loathing.
"KAKAROT!" With a second roar, Broly finally snapped. He lunged, his fist a blur of emerald light aimed to crush Goku's skull. Goku sidestepped, his eyes analyzing Broly's form.
So that's the Legendary Super Saiyan transformation… and he's maintaining it effortlessly. His power is already approaching the peak of Super Saiyan Grade 4… If he unleashes everything, he could rival a Super Saiyan 2. This doesn't match the original timeline… I defeated him as a regular Super Saiyan back then. Did breaking free from that control device allow his power to mature to this extent?
The conclusion was clear. If his own power could grow exponentially in a short time, so too could the potential of the 'Legendary' Super Saiyan.
Leaving him alive is a disaster. He has to die. The judgment was instantaneous and absolute in Goku's mind. A foe with limitless growth potential and unhinged hatred was a threat that could not be allowed to exist.
All these thoughts flashed through his mind in the split second it took Broly to press his assault. In his base form, Goku was outmatched. After trading a few blows, a devastating punch from Broly smashed him into the earth, cratering the ground for meters.
"Tch—his punches have some real weight!" Goku spat out a mouthful of blood and pushed himself up. "Guess it's time to get serious."
A torrent of golden light erupted from his body. His hair flashed from black to a radiant, spiky gold. The ground beneath him fractured, and small stones lifted into the air, suspended by the sheer pressure of his aura. He had transformed into a Super Saiyan.
"Alright then… let's see what the legendary 'Legendary Super Saiyan' is truly made of!" With a fierce cry, Goku shot forward, a golden comet meeting an emerald mountain head-on.
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