It was an inevitable doom that awaited them. Cell had announced the Cell Games that'd take place in one week's time. While Goku had decided to spend some quality time with his family rather than bust his body in a faint hope he could get a bit stronger, Vegeta and Piccolo entered the chamber one after the other. Leaving they had both felt it was insufficient, but neither would confirm it out loud.

What would it take to defeat such a monster like the Bio-Android? He had the combined might of two infinite power batteries, a design that made him tough enough to endure even the harshest of beatings and superior bio-mechanics combined with fighting prowess of the strongest warriors Gero could get a blood sample of. It was a truly damning thing to fight against not just yourself, but a melting pot of destructive power and martial art skill.

So the Prince grimaced and scowled, awaiting the time of the Tournament that was nary a few days from this point on. His wife, his son and its future counterpart were busy dillydallying inside of Capsule Corp. Apart from him using the gravity chamber to get in the day's work-out, he had nothing but time, nagging him that it was possibly all for naught.

"Why? Why is Kakarrot so calm?! Is he truly strong enough to beat Cell singlehandedly?" His thoughts plagued him as he shadow boxed the air, imagining Cell was in place to feel the fury of his punches. He knew that it probably was just a meager attempt to soften the blows to his pride; his ego tarnished the day his back was caved in and his whole body smashed into the island below with his consciousness drifting into darkness.

Even when he received a marginal boost from the battle, it was akin to how the dwarf's shot to his body did little to even the odds against Freeza. It was just too wide of a margin to overcome with simple genetics. He was a beast, a biological terror that utilized the best of all traits of Saiyans, Namekians and Earthlings alike. If he didn't regain his honor in this so-called 'Cell Games' he'd never forgive himself.

"Uh, father?" A voice called into the Chamber, his long-haired future son peering in with a look of alarm piercing through the dense red atmosphere of the room's interior. "Are you busy?"

"As a matter of fact, I am," He replied scathingly, firing off a number of kicks while standing stationary with arms crossed over his chest. Not bothering to look at him, he continued to briskly brush him aside as he concentrated on working on his lower body. "Unless Cell is outside right now, I'll trust you can handle it."

"Normally, I'd understand that," The lavender haired Saiyan half blood responded with a lung-filled sigh. "But this can't wait. It's precisely for you."

This got the Prince's attention. In the middle of a high kick, Vegeta's head head tilted around and turned to look at his son while keeping his posture. In any other situation, it'd look like a silly dance pose, but the situation was far too imperative to dwell on circumstantial comedy. The small bout of pause followed with Trunks' exhaling and thumbing over his shoulder.

"This guy named Paragus is here, looking for the Super Saiyan who killed Freeza named Vegeta."

He put his raised leg down, and his eyes narrowed at the memory of the name. From what he knew, he was one of his father's generals, but had failed to escape the alleged 'meteor' that Freeza concocted to keep him in line. Seeing that Kakarrot was among the living, unscathed and not mentioned, it wasn't unthinkable that he survived. But outside of the realm of Freeza or his family knowing about it?

That part made him dubious.

Walking over to the gravity control, he shut the machine off, a groaning whir releasing the tension in the room and the dull blood atmosphere changed to a luminescent white. Reaching for a towel, he began to rub the sweat off his face and arms, going for his armor he had cast aside in exchange for a simple tank top and slacks. Once he was properly dressed, he joined his son -now a bit annoyed at the length it took him to follow- in deliberate long strides to take as much time to reach their destination.

Once he exited the chamber, he was greeted with a host of purple-armored, masked warriors he hadn't seen before. Among them he could tell were of Freeza's regime, one that he had mostly dismantled over the course of searching for Kakarrot years ago. With a tailored insignia of a golden flame erupting from a fist, he knew that the change in leadership was responsible.

One that came from a regal cloaked Saiyan whose features were impeccably akin to his own father's, save for a few differences. Instead of a completely vertical widow's peak, it was swept backwards in a shorter black wave. His left eye was scarred, likely due to a brutal impact to the occular cavity, and was covered by a golden rimmed black eyepatch that wrapped over his head under the left ear. With a strong jaw and short chin, his face sported a mustache under his stout nose, his remaining eye gleamed with a noticeable obsessive glare.

With a neck wrapped cloak that swept over his green-black Saiyan battle armor, scars of various sorts could be seen enamoring his flesh in various places all the way to his purple boots and gloves. Devoid of a tail, he realized among the eye and scarring, he had lost it as well. Given his own tail's absence, he decided not to bring it up less he receive a chastisement from a former minion of his father's.

"So," He began with a smug grin, arms crossing over his chest with an inclined point of his chin towards the Saiyan. "I see I'm not the only one to escape Freeza's slaughter. Though I have to say, between the two of us, I seemed to have faired far better."

There it was. A twitch under his working eye with a quiver next to his lips. His smile dampened a midge, making him chuckle at the sign of control being lost. Regardless of his verbal prodding, he emphasized no ill will with a wave of his arms to him, "It's been too long, Prince Vegeta. It's good to see you had survived that wretch's treachery. Though I'm certain it was by your hands that he was felled, if my intelligence had told me correctly?"

"You're only half right," Vegeta maintained his proud demenaor, looking to Trunks, diverting the taller Saiyan's attention to the currently casual wearing young half breed. With his Capsule Corp coat traded out for a sleeveless jean jacket, a black muscle shirt encapsulated his muscular physique. This fit with his yellow belt and long black slacks to mustard, black toed boots worn comfortably on his lower body. Once a proper look-over was done by the former General, Vegeta continued to explain while Trunks maintained his stoic and guarded scowl at the Saiyan in question. "This is my son, Trunks. Though I didn't get the pleasure of finishing him off, he singlehandedly dispatched Freeza AND his father in one fell swoop. I'm sure you must be pleased to hear that, aren't you, General Paragus?"

This time, he didn't get a firm rise out of the elder Saiyan like he had assumed he could. The only thing that made the Prince furrow his brows was the way he looked dubiously at him. Given how un-Saiyan his future son appeared, he probably was feeling him out with simply his one working eye. After that was done, he looked a bit amused at the Prince with a grin.

"Forgive me for not having faith in your word alone, my liege, but he looks to be a mere half breed. What counts as hearsay and your word is entirely different from, say, a demonstration?" He proffered, reaching up to stroke his mustache as he looked between them. "Unless, this is complete blasphemy to your heritage and your pride is built upon lies?"

Vegeta knew he was being baited. But that didn't matter. The affront to his honor wouldn't stand and his eyes nearly shrunk into pins. Hissing between clenched teeth, he nodded insistantly at Trunks to get on with it, too beside himself to say it verbally.

Sighing, the lavender haired son of Bulma closed his eyes and calmed himself. Having gained a better clarity from Goku and Gohan's passive control, he used strength of mind and calmness of his heart to reel in the ki so it didn't explode so violently. His hair rose up, the grass swayed beneath his feet and with raised flexing arms he transformed in a flash of gold. His azure eyes opened to see the look of surprise and -rage?- from Paragus, his form thrumming magnificently enough to make the variety of troopers standing by rear back reflexively in fear.

"I see from your expression you recognize the form of legend, Paragus," The Prince mocked, forgoing the title to add salt to the wound as he renewed his grin at him. "My son possesses the same power that my royal blood possesses. Tell me, for what purpose did you really seek me out for? Surely not a reunion between mutual survivors."

Collecting himself, the older Saiyan watched Trunks regress his transformation and crossed his own arms over his broad chest. When Paragus looked at them both, he grinned fiercely and raised his gloved hand to form a crinkling fist, "I see that the rumors are not for naught. Very well, Vegeta. Trunks. I am issuing a challenge to you from the True Legendary Super Saiyan. The first to be founded in over a thousand years! My son, Broly, will meet your so-called Super Saiyan forms and brand you both heretics beneath his feet!"

Vegeta couldn't help but bark out laughing. Rearing back his head, he had to wipe away tears as he looked back with an amused expression stretched across his face, "You've got to be joking with me. 'True' Legendary Super Saiyan? As you can plainly see, my son and I are the only real Super Saiyans. You must have suffered brain damage from that scar on your face, Paragus, to have such delusions of grandeur-"

"They are NOT delusions, but facts, you spoiled brat!" He hissed out, his hand reaching out to grab Vegeta by the fabric of his suit's neck. Lifting him up, he spat in his face with unabated rage pulsating through his red-veined sclera and veins throbbing wildly across his broad forehead. "Your father found out what my son was and turned on me in fear of what he'd become! He turned my men against me, executed my staunchest ally to get to me and murdered my mate while trying to assassinate him! You stand here with that pretentious glare that's oh-so familiar and tell me that I am delusional when you're the one lying in the bed of good graces of the Earthling raised Kakarrot!"

Vegeta's scowl intensified and eyes turned to dots in an instant. He had entertained the idea that Paragus thought he was superior, what with a full batallion of troopers lined up and their vessel -the shape of an egg with six thorn-shaped landing legs with a golden top and bottom, its landing rampart extended from their arrival- not far away. But apart from the fowl odors from his mouth, spit splattering over his face, but the knowledge of his most avowed rival being on planet was his better, infuriated him to no end.

Without being seen, a popping bubble of atmospheric collapse was witnessed, rocking the foundation of Capsule Corp and indenting the ground beneath their feet. Shot away like a rocket, the older Saiyan's frame bulldozed through the ranks of his own men before they could react, sending them flying back stunned and broken. Skidding in a shallow trench, Paragus clenched at the palm indentation made on his breastplate, blood ebbing from his lips as his eye looked with more cautious clarity at the Saiyan who struck him.

"I'd choose my words carefully, Paragus," Vegeta intoned with a louder voice, level and calm, his outstretched palm ebbing steam clenching into a fist with crackling knuckles heard audibly to the crowd shaking in fear of the Prince. "The only good graces you should be concerned about, is mine. Be thankful you're not a bloody smear across your ship, only because it'd be so unsightly for my son to see such garbage taint the view of our backyard."

Grimacing, the soldiers rushed to help him up, only for him to brush them aside. Silent and brooding, his glare affirmed his understanding of the position he was in. But still, he didn't come to leave emptyhanded, and issued the challenge once more with clenched fists balled at his sides, "My son will crush you. You, and every Super Saiyan on this primitive planet!"

"Challenge accepted!" Vegeta cried out, wiping the grime off his face and flicking it away on the grass next to him. "Name the time and place. I have an important score to settle in three days time from now, so I hope you aren't planning on skewing my schedule."

"My place of choosing isn't more than a few hours away by my ship. Come with me, and I'll take you to the battlefield personally," He beckoned with a curl of his gloved digits and a decadent grin. The smile turned sour at the Prince's scoffing turn, his back facing him and his men. "What, is that not good enough for you?!"

"Watch your tone," He sneered, turning his head to glare over his shoulder at Paragus, invoking enough pause that he was allowed to speak further. "I'll find other means of getting there. Given your erratic behavior, I do not trust being so close to you. Return to your planet and I'll meet you there, with all Super Saiyans accounted."

"Tch, fine! Have it your way," The ex-General dismissed with an angry wave of his hand. "Just make sure you bring everyone. I wouldn't want to avoid anybody being left out."

"They're coming and more," The Prince assured with a side-glance grin, thumbing towards his chin. "I want an audience to see the look on your face when I utterly crush your son in front of you; right before I ground you into paste beneath my boots."

Growling, the Saiyan ordered his men to fall back and pile into their ship. In a roaring thrust it left as quickly as it came, escaping the planet's atmosphere and swiftly disappearing from their solar system. Snorting, Vegeta looked at Trunks, who looked a bit disconcerted.

"What is it, boy?!" He snapped.

"I hope you don't seriously consider walking into this trap? This guy's obviously unstable, and he might rig this supposed duel in his kid's favor," Trunks emphasized with an angry wave of his arm. "And what do you mean, bring them and more? Are you planning on roping in mom and little me as well?"

"The woman can come if she wants, I'm not out to make open invitation for anyone who's too petty to see my glorious victory. I'm fairly certain Kakarrot's merry band of misfit fighters will want to witness my glory surpassing their alleged savior's. This way everyone will know that I, Prince Vegeta, will be the one who will crush Cell at his own game!" The Pure Blooded Saiyan declared in a raucous shout, his right fist upright and clenched tightly with visible represenation of his boiling blood. "And he will be the one on the sidelines, watching me, take away something that could've been his. He'll know what it's like this time!"

"Whatever you say," Trunks sighed, resigning himself to following his father's mad scheme of one-upping Goku. Glancing at the sky, he couldn't help but furrow his brow. A nagging feeling emerged from his chest, like a sensation that there was truth in what Paragus had said. And if he had become a Super Saiyan long before his father or Goku had, he had no idea just how much stronger he could be by virtue of being the first. "I just hope you're not going to get us all killed because of your pride; again."

Chapter 6 - I Am Legend

The stage had been set, and Paragus awaited the arrival of his prey to arrive in person. It had been too long, too many years since he had made it his aim to watch him die. He wanted to do it in person, but after the painful demonstration, he realized that even as he was, he stood no chance against the son of the king.

No, it had to be Broly. No one else could do what he couldn't. After witnessing the power he unleashed against Ize and the destruction he set upon Arcos, he knew that his child had the capacity of wiping out the bastard who put him on this path. It'll come full circle when the very thing King Vegeta tried to destroy will murder his most prized legacy, his son, the prince.

While he had a legion of soldiers surrounding the area, the slaves continued to work on the foundries that made the precious metal and materials necessary for the Broly League to maintain efficiency. It was a wide ring, nearly fifty kilometers in diameter, formed out of the barren wasteland of the barely life sustaining world he had hand picked out. He hadn't even gave it a name -Vegeta's Bane sounded right in his head- but it suited its purpose. Its gravity was comparable to his home world and felt just right to be the burial site of his enemies.

Watching from the sidelines with soldiers numbering in the hundreds acting as a glorified audience, he was standing side by side by the emotionless giant that was his only son. Broly wore the crown, if only to satiate his father's need for control, but looked so placid he wondered if it'd work. He knew that his son was further traumatized at the death of Gine, but he had hoped the catalyst of shaking him out of his controlled state had gained him some closure. Instead it was the opposite, and had burrowed his mental state inward, giving him almost a complete robotic action to outside stimuli.

He was now exactly what Paragus wanted; a machine bred to kill without any way of turning on him.

A sudden instantaneous arrival shook him out of his reverie. Standing not far apart from the group of soldiers, his son and himself, was Vegeta with his half-blooded brat. What he didn't account for was so many strong presences being next to him. A three-eyed man wearing a simple muscle-top with a green slacks and pair of boots with a pasty-faced child with red spots on his cheeks hovering beside him in similar apparel. The unmistakable sight of the Namekian his probes had informed him of that lived on the hovering satellite known as 'The Lookout', wearing white pointed cape with a purple-topped white turban. A scar-faced man with jet black hair stood next to a short, nose-less dwarf with six dots on his bald head, both wearing the same orange gi as the other. Lastly, was the strangest of all, the 3rd rate Earth-raised Kakarrot and his own half-blooded child; both in a complete passive state of Super Saiyan transformation!

"I hope you're not getting cold feet, Paragus," Vegeta cackled, releasing his hold of the aforementioned Saiyan, who served as a teleportation tether to the place of his duel. "From the look on your face, you weren't expecting such a crowd, were you? Need to hide behind your army? I wouldn't bother; they wouldn't even slow me down."

Growling, the older Saiyan twitched angrily and waved an arm with dismissal, "Of course not! After all, this fight is only for the Super Saiyans. But if you insist on fighting one at a time, then by all means my liege, do confront my son head-on. I just warn you this one time before you witness a one-sided slaughter like you've never witnessed before!"

"The only slaughter that will happen is of every person on this planet in service to you, your spawn, and you, Paragus," He announced with a feral grin of carnal delight, imagining the bloodbath that'd transpire in his wake. "Just make sure you've made peace with the old gods, cause you're about to face them, soon enough."

"Hey, Vegeta," Goku leaned over, immediately earning an annoyed glare from the shorter Saiyan. "Make sure to save Broly a little for me too. He feels strong and I want a chance at fighting him too!"

"Did you hear nothing, you oaf?! I'll defeat him MYSELF! You're only here to watch!"

"Ehhhhh? That's no fair!" He lurched back with a hurt expression played upon his visage.

"Leave it to Vegeta, Goku," Piccolo insisted, his arms crossed over his chest and nodding to him. "If he wants to fight a meaningless battle, that's fine by me. Just save your strength if he fails."

"There's no 'if' about it, green man!"

"There's a definite if," Trunks quipped.

"There isn't an IF!"

"Probably is more likely," Tenshinhan noted with a deadpan tone.

"I'll be safe in betting that too," Krillin nodded with acceptance.

"Yep-Yep!" Chaozu affirmed.

"I think he may stand a chance," Yamcha chuckled sheepishly with faint hope.

"Why are we even here? We should be saving our strength for Cell," Gohan rationalized, thinking he was the only one with a clear head in this situation. "This fight is pointless!"

"Well, as much as I'd rather have my father settle his petty problems alone," Trunks shrugged, expressing a slight look of hurt and disgust of equal merit. "I'd rather not abandon him. I'm just glad all of you joined with us."

"And miss the chance of seeing Vegeta humbled? I'm game for that!" Krillin laughed out jocularly.

"I second that," Tenshinhan grinned, with similar agreement with Piccolo as well.

"CAN ALL OF YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP?! I'M FIGHTING HIM AND IT'LL ONLY BE ME! STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY OR I SWEAR I'LL SHOVE YOU DOWN CELL'S THROAT MYSELF!" Vegeta bellowed loudly, causing the mass to end up zipping their lips -albeit with amusement- while Gohan and Trunks simply sighed with resignation.

Despite the verbal spat between the group, Paragus retained a stoic look of fierce concentration. He had to maintain his edge if he was to see his vengeance through to the end. If he didn't, then the purpose of brainwashing his own child would be for naught and all the sacrifices, all the losses would be wasted. He'd be damned if that was to happen now.

Not when he was so close!

"V-Vegeta," He suddenly heard a stutter from his son, breaking him out of his reverie and so did the Prince. Both looked at him, from the side and head-on, with Broly's face forming an almost painful expression of wide-eyed aghast and gaping open mouth. "V-Vegeta!"

"Is your son right in the head?" Vegeta muttered with a frown, wondering if he was dealing with a mental case worse than his deranged father.

"Calm yourself, Broly," Paragus raised his right glove, now equipped with the jeweled control receiver, having it glow a gentle emerald that triggered the jewelry enamored across him. Before their eyes, the Saiyan's look of alarm struggled and squinted, momentarily changing back to a docile look of stoic dispassion. Sighing with relief, he turned to look at Vegeta with a grin, raising his controller for the Prince to see. "Do not concern yourself with the details, Vegeta. Just know he's strong enough to break that small body of yours."

Clicking his tongue, Vegeta cocked his head at the statuesque child and marched off to get to a decent space of the crude ring. Following like a robot, Broly's boots making heavy stomping sounds in his slow paced walk. When the collective of Goku and his friends made no move to get behind the line that Paragus had carved, the scarred Saiyan sneered and looked ahead with his gauntlet readied at the steady.

"Attack, Broly!" He cried out, not waiting for Vegeta to stop moving.

In a blur of momentum, Broly's lean frame was engulfed in a bright emerald mantle of flames, his ki burning with the intense velocity of his approach. Rushing with his arm thrust like a spear, he'd be caught off guard when Vegeta caught the limb without looking. Still moving forward, he casually pulled him off balance and thrust an elbow straight into his chest cavity, dispersing his aura and throttling him back a dozen meters away.

"Too easy," He hissed, arching his neck and looking with a scowl at Broly's wavering stance. "You think too little of me if that was the tact you were going to use. Hit me with everything you got and I might enjoy this."

Paragus grimaced, surprised that his son didn't even hit the Prince. Gesturing with his gauntlet again, he shouted aloud, "Transform, Broly, and attack!"

A flash green with a halo of mustard yellow wrapped around the blue haired Broly. Moving forth with accelerated speed, the burly Saiyan's arms wreathed with ki to launch with a slicing pair of blades extending from each appendage. Cutting him apart, he'd only stop short when the gory image fizzled out and faded like static. Looking blankly up, the stouter Saiyan had leaped up with knees tucked to his chin and spinning in a widow's peak spin of blue-white. Unleashing a pair of boot heels to his head to whip violently down, Vegeta's body wrapped with a bright violet aura as he moved on to the attack.

Crashing a knee into Broly's nose, miraculously not breaking but reddening the front of his visage, he twisted around and followed with a toe-connected strike to his jaw. Lurching back Broly was unable to defend against a sudden palm-thrust against his sternum, bodily sending him flying head over heel; the aforementioned feet plying the soil up with every flip his transformed frame made.

Before hitting the alarmed audience of Paragus' soldiers, Vegeta instantly reappeared to use a stationary lariat to catch Broly by the middle. As he bowed with his outstretched arm, he released a cobalt wave of ki that sent the son of Paragus flying into the horizon, exploding in dome of light that sprouted a mushroom cloud in the backdrop. With the overcast of blue creating a menacing silhouette of Vegeta to a trembling Paragus, his black eyes bore into his as he silently disappeared in an arching take-off to follow his opponent.

"Wow, Vegeta's gotten a lot stronger!" Krillin acknowledged with a gaping expression.

"And he hasn't even transformed. How could he trouncing that big guy so easily in Super Saiyan?" Yamcha questioned with a look of disbelief crossing his face.

"It's because the other guy's ki is being suppressed," Tenshinhan acknowledged, nodding towards the jeweled hand-piece Paragus wore. "As long as that guy is controlling him, his genki is out of balance with his shōki and yūki. If the latter is the root cause, then he can't tap into his full potential and is basically handicapped."

"Seems to me Paragus doesn't trust his son to fight unleashed," Piccolo intoned audibly, making Paragus wince at how accurately the Namekian had guessed. "I think there's a story behind that, isn't there?"

"I don't need to justify myself to any of you!" He snapped, turning with a growl as he clenched his jeweled controller tightly. "My son is a gift and a curse of the Saiyan race. But he is mine and none of you can steal what he really is. The Legendary Super Saiyan will not share space with such false copies!"

"I dunno," Goku scrunched his face up, looking a bit confused at Paragus. "What's wrong with there being more than one Super Saiyan? I didn't get mad when Trunks showed me he was a Super Saiyan too."

"You don't get it, do you? Just because you achieved the same form, doesn't make you more special than the first in over a thousand years!" The older Saiyan snapped back. "And as long as you, Vegeta, and your two brats are still alive, the gene pool will be contaminated by you has-beens. There's nothing Legendary about you four, you're just a bunch of extras from a bargain sale!"

"Seems to me the only thing that can't handle the fact your son isn't the only Super Saiyan, is your ego," Trunks intoned with a snarl and a fierce scowl. "Tell me, did it ever occur to you what your kid thought of this revenge scheme?"

"My son is none of your concern," He growled back. "What he does after he's destroyed you is completely up to me. He should thank me for nursing him as a helpless infant, training him and giving him a destiny. Without me, he'd be nothing!"

"Sounds to me your son is better off without you," The son of Vegeta remarked with arms crossed over his chest, hardening his glare upon him that reminded the older Saiyan so much of the half breed's grandfather. "The only person who's a nobody is you, Paragus!"

"SHUT UP!" The deranged Saiyan bellowed, his own lime aura ignited brightly and swirled the area like a hurricane. His eye became a dot and veins protruded across his face. In the fierce wind, the eye-patch tore off and revealed the ugly X shaped scar in the remains of his left eye. With teeth on full display, he balled his fists at his side as he glared aggressively at them all. "I am Paragus, new ruler of the Saiyan Empire! My son is the Legendary Super Saiyan, descendant of the first Super Saiyan and destined to put terror in the hearts of the whole galaxy! You should beg for mercy now, before my son destroys the lot of you and your precious Earth!"

Vegeta was feeling quite sore; not in the physical sense, he was barely getting warmed up. Not only did he allow himself to play this petty survivor's game, drag everyone worth mentioning to view his splendor, it was hardly worth the effort. This husk he has been beating around had no autonomy of its own, no goals or pride to push it through this engagement.

It was emptiness, and the void couldn't do a thing against someone as magnificent as he. Like a shadow engulfed by a star, he was unable to fight back and put up a meaningful struggle. This was the end of the line for this mindless servant of Paragus.

This was how he was finally going to join his kin.

"What a disgrace!" He snarled, tossing the bruised and bloodied heap of sullied muscle and bones on the ground. Broly -if you could call the unblinking, unfeeling statue that- looked up at the world's starry sky. It couldn't move even if Paragus tried; this Saiyan had lost the will to live years ago, and only now has Vegeta sensed it. "Your father is a fool and a liar to think he could get away with this! Saiyan Empire? More like a sham!"

Raising his hand, he began to pour a bountiful amount of ki in front of his palm. Forming a crackling sphere, dancing golden currents surrounding a blue orb, he stared evenly at the target with preparation. With his thumb crossed over his palm, he nearly primed it to full strength when he declared to the body of Broly, "Let it be known that Prince Vegeta isn't without mercy, for I'll make sure your death is quick and painless. Unlike the reckoning I plan to dole out to your father. Goodbye!"

"G-Gine," A hoarse whisper ebbed into the air, making him halt for a second. A spark of life flickered across the dead onyx orbs that were staring at the sky above him. Tears formed in his eyes and leaked across his face, mingling with the blood oozing from his nostrils and from the side of bleeding lips. "I-I'm sorry...G-Gine...I-I'm sorry..."

"What are you babbling about?!" Vegeta snarled out, unleashing the Big Bang Attack towards Broly with impatience. "Either fight or die!"

In the same moment, Paragus was felt powering up in the distance. The Saiyan had begun to turn his head as he launched his attack, wondering if his father was about to salvage his precious weapon. But unbeknownst to him, or those gathered before him, a sparking ruby glow pulsed across his son's crown; his sorrowful visage became one of pure rage.

A flash of light and a blur of muscle was all that the Prince witnessed in the corner of his eye. Facing him fully, he saw the sphere was deftly caught in the palm of the now leaning, crouched Super Saiyan. His hair became a dark violet in hue, his aura a blend of green and yellow, making it a sickly neutral mustard and his muscles more defined. The brief look of morose mourning became one of vitriol; intense and seething. The tears from his eyes, vaporized and ebbed into the red mist of his own shed blood while his bruises became lost in the flexing muscle.

"Vege-ta!" He snarled, his power radiating the air and shaking the planet floor beneath him. Crushing the orb into fizzling static, he growled out again, with greater ferocity than the last few seconds. "Vege-TA!"

"So, you're finally getting serious, hm?" The Prince questioned after being rid of the shock of his attack being caught and crushed so easily. The energy coming off Broly made his skin crawl with goosebumps. This felt much more like a Super Saiyan, but still held an edge to it that he previously didn't have; a faint malevolence and quality that reminded him of Freeza, but far more depraved.

"VE! GE! TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Broly howled, his voice unleashing a sonic wave that blew him backwards and weathered the distant observers. Like a hurricane, the blood curdling scream peaked and shook the planet they were standing on. His ki had multiplied exponentially, finally revealing the strength Paragus had boasted of.

Much to his dismay, as his ki defused and his eyes looked down at the sparking gauntlet short-circuiting on his glove.

"Whoa! That guy's screamin' somethin' fierce!" Goku remarked with a too-happy grin on his face. "And he's so strong! Awesome!"

"Something tells me that was your doing, Paragus!" Trunks rebuked, his hands cupped over his ears along with the rest as he looked at the frightened Saiyan's malfunctioning gauntlet. "Your own grudge put your son into a rage you can't control, right?!"

"T-This is all wrong! I didn't order him to-"

"Guess that answers your question," Gohan informed, looking calmly towards the distance as the halo of light of Broly's power continued to discharge. "This guy could be a problem if his power keeps growing. I feel that he has a lot more in his reserves, doesn't he dad?"

"'Fraid so," Goku chuckled, using a spare hand to shield himself from the wind as his hair blew backwards along with the others'. "Wonder what Vegeta will do now?"

As he spoke, they'd see his back facing them as he finally righted himself to plant solidly on the earth. The screaming was still being let out, the vibrations in the skin biting gale made him grimace. Closing his eyes, he sharply inhaled and then let out a brief snarl, his body tensing up right before exploding in a flare of brilliant gold outlined white. Bowling forward like a featureless meteorite, he left a sonic boom in his wake that pushed back the fighters with the exception of his son, Piccolo, Gohan and Goku.

Arriving at the raging Super Saiyan's proximity, the outline of streaking light smashed into his chest, releasing a concussive wave that split the earth for nary fifty meters in width and propelled him backwards. Somersaulting head over heels, Broly dug his boots' toes into the ground, kicking up the landscape in a readied crouch. Narrowed eyes leveled at Vegeta's hovering frame, his extended fist held out while he stood tall and perpendicularly aligned to his direction.

Without another word, Broly's scowl squinted and he formed an energy wave that began as a rippling wave of lime that covered their expanse. Shrinking over the passage of a mere few seconds, it was now the size of a pebble in his massive palm. Clenching it, light sprayed between his digits, just long enough for him to toss it the Prince's way.

"That's a deceivingly small attack for something packing so much ki," He acknowledged, watching it drift towards him at a gradually increasing velocity. Just at the last moment, he moved with adept speed, the green marble almost reaching his position. Foresight alone allowed him to witness the sudden compression and sudden release of mass with a warping wave of emerald plasma roaring forth with potent destructive power.

The explosion expanded outward to form a swollen dome, Broly's Eraser Cannon ignited with magnanimous results. The planet shuddered with the eruption of overwhelming ki, becoming a tidal wave of astronomical proportions. The light distended the soil, parting the dust and turning everything into ash in its wake. The attack was great enough that the warriors looked to brace themselves of the oncoming blast.

Tenshinhan didn't wait for them.

"Chaozu, now!" He called out to his friend, clapping his hands together just as his friend did the same. Coalescing energies entangled with each other's aura, summoning forth an oval shaped barrier that wrapped around their friends' proximity. Just as the blast wave struck, they felt a violent shuddering that pressured the field, visible cracks webbed across the defensive ki keeping them from feeling the brunt of the attack.

When it finally passed, he sighed with relief, reinforcing it thanks to Chaozu's finite control and his own developed supply of ki.

"Whoa, that was a close one!" Krillin mentioned with a speechless Yamcha complementing his own awestruck expression.

"Thanks, Tenshinhan!" Gohan thanked with a grin.

"We non-Saiyans aren't built as ruggedly as you guys are," Tenshinhan mentioned with a chuckle, ignoring some sweat that accumulated from the stress that he was under from before. "This was one of the only things I could think of in terms of avoiding annihilation."

"That IMBECILE!" Paragus shouted from behind.

"Oh you're still here," Trunks stated in a deadpanned voice that indicated he had no care if he had survived the blast.

"This is why I control him! If I hadn't been standing behind your barrier, I would've been caught by the destruction he wrought!" He emphasized, waving to the good number of his soldiers that were no longer to be seen; save for a few dozen all clumped together with petrified looks on their faces. "I'm the only thing keeping him from laying waste to everything of value in this wretched cosmos! Are none of you concerned that he's unleashed?!"

"To be fair, this guy isn't as threatening as the bug man on our world," Piccolo intoned, not bothering to look at Paragus' aghast expression, mixing between horror and outrage that something else outclassed his prized weapon. "He's got a lot of power, but he's insane and depraved. We'll put a stop to him far more easily than if we were fighting a being with limitless stamina and energy who was even stronger than this guy."

"This smoke is in the way," Goku complained, not in the least bit interested in what the others were talking about it. Squinting he pressed his face against the barrier, smooshing it with palms pressed around to form mock binoculars around his eyes. "I can't see Vegeta or Broly. They're alive, I just don't know what's going on."

"Father took a pretty big hit. I doubt he came out unscathed," Trunks inferred morbidly.

"I think I see someone!" Yamcha noted, as all eyes narrowed in on the tall silhouette in the distance and his ever-present muted yellow glow. "Oh boy, that big guy is still pissed."

"Yeah, I can sure feel that," Krillin nodded with a gulp. "But I don't see Vegeta, where is he?"

"Look!" Trunks pointed out, the mist finally parting to show the smaller of the two fighters. From his and the others' perspective, the stout prince was unmoved by the attack despite its destructive potency. Steam rolled off his musculature frame, his aura still thrumming vibrantly with his gold-outlined white hair still erect. His arms were crossed in a T frame and his gloves were slightly scuffed, but the rest of his person seemed to suffer no damage. "He's alright! Father wasn't even fazed by it!"

"Looks like his training in the chamber paid off," Piccolo intoned, keeping a stoic grimace while Goku and Gohan kept silent but observed with their own expressions of curiosity. "The question is, will it be enough against this monster?"

The Prince took stock of his foe as his mild acquaintances chattered not far away. Broly's scowl seemed even more intense when he saw how little damage his attack did. Creasing his brow, the Super Saiyan raised his arms up and then thrust them forth to unleash a Galick Flash, howling forth as a tumultuous wave towards the lean built, demented warrior.

Snarling, Broly's aura expanded to engross the distended ground around him. Twisting his body to the side, he'd throw his full weight into the pyre of violet outlined gold, his right shoulder pistoning around to thrust his arm at its epicenter. A shriek of swiftly gathered ki later and he unleashed a powerful lime colored blast that engorged the beam and eradicated it from the inside, lancing forward to catch the Saiyan at the point of firing.

So distracted by the Prince's Galick Flash that he failed to notice his arrival from his firing flank.

"HA!" Vegeta shouted with a kick to his opponent's leaning leg, tripping him up and allowing him to grasp his awkwardly firing arm. Energy coursing around him, the Saiyan Elite turned around while leaping into the air, propelling Broly into a violent spin that revolved so fiercely that they created a visible twister; fragments of the earth tore from the foundations and a wind howled around the barrier protected Dragon Warriors.

Ending with a over-the-shoulder slam into the ground, a pillar of ash and soil rose up around them with the violet-overcast horizon of energy burying Broly into the ground. With his grip tight on the arm and boot to his head, the Prince stared down with an even stare, "Is that all the lauded True Super Saiyan has? I'd be disappointed if a simple tact such as that was able to be your undoing."

"VE-GE," Broly enunciated gutturally, his eye turning to project a piercing green, rapidly compressed and expanding sphere of volatile ki shooting towards the Prince at point blank with a shout. "TA!"

Eyes widened, Vegeta powered up and moved with maximum urgency, zooming out with a thuum in his wake. The shooting star soared after him, forcing him to perform a dizzying aerial dance in the stratosphere above the Dragon Warriors' heads. Tracing back to the point of origin, he'd see Broly form what looked like a dozen of similar quality orbs of green color. Shrieking out in a cacophony of whines, they joined the other in its hunt of the short, proud Super Saiyan.

"I can handle one, but if I try to endure them all, it won't be pretty," He calculated amidst the ever-so shrinking space he had to evade the streaking bombs. Turning to look over for a spare moment at Broly, he saw that he remained standing near the hole he had been planted in a minute ago, stationary. Narrowing his eyes, he grinned with a devious idea in mind. "Let's see how you like this, Broly!"

During a throttling dodge, he tensed up and -for a moment- raised his energy to incredible degrees beyond his full power. As the seeker missiles struck his form, it'd fade away, leaving an Afterimage much to everybody's surprise, including Broly's. Still veering around towards the source, the latter gawked at the sudden yanking of his hair from a hovering Vegeta.

Forward flipping with his haul, the Prince gave a mighty holler with a throw at the last second towards the cascade of ki blasts. One after the other, they expanded and detonated upon the son of Paragus' frame, colliding into each other to form a massive tumor of light that quaked the world and sent blistering winds from the shockwaves that formed in its wake. The vapor from the blast soon dispersed from a livid cry, revealing the target of his own assault hovering high above their heads.

A satisfied grin formed on Vegeta's face as he saw Broly's body bruised, bleeding and burned upon various parts of his body. Moreover, his eyes had become blank and muscles began to bulge, his hair flickering from purple to pure gold. Amidst a shout of rage that began to shift to a shriek of pain, the crown on his head snapped in half - resulting in an orb of lime surrounding him of condensed plasma, unleashing a torrent of explosive scatter shots as the pitch of his scream rose to a deafening decibel.

"Is he firing blindly?!" Vegeta grimaced, easily dodging these weaker shots that seemed to scatter across the planet and create domes of fiery light far into the horizon after hitting a close few areas that filled the atmosphere with a green overcast. Then, the shocking sensation filled him through every pore of his body. The fibers of his being felt cold, like a monster from Hell was born and he could sense its arrival.

Waves of light distorted the visual spectrum, changing colors with every passing wave of eerie and vile ki. He shuddered with every pulse overlapping his person, and he knew judging from the reactions from below -from Kakarrot's amazement to Trunks and Gohan's paling complexion to the rest outright horror- that they felt it too. Sweat gathered across his brow and ebbed down his chin, his aura ignited out of instinct as he saw the monster emerge.

And as he did, he saw a definite change in Broly's demeanor as much as his appearance. Bared teeth bore a sinister grin, his body now practically bristling with bulging muscles and his hairs now daggers of gold. The outline of his yellow aura was now a vibrant lime, giving it a unique aesthetic that made him wonder why it was different than his own or the others. Feet and hands were bigger than his own body, and the injuries seemed to have diminished to negligible in severity.

"VEGETA!" Broly howled out, his voice a booming timbre as his head cocked so he'd stare at an angle with his whitened eyes. "I'VE BEEN WAITING A LONG TIME FOR THIS! TIME TO MAKE THE PRINCE KNEEL BEFORE GOD!"

A/N: Wow, I almost didn't make it, but here it is! The annual update of Legend of Broly. We only have one more chapter to go! I'm actually really pleased with how this turned out. Shifting perspectives to people who aren't mentally deranged (just challenged with a severe case of hurt ego) Vegeta became the main of this chapter, but I did try to show the personalities of Broly's tortured (later angry) and Paragus' blindly vengeful personas on full display. I'd have dedicated the entire chapter to their fight, had I not remembered we do have a cast of side characters, so I gave them some commentary as the DBZ norm goes. Went through the full spectrum of Broly; from handicapped husk, to rage-fueled mode and then finally sadistic Hulked-Out Broly has made his transformation. How will this end? NOT LIKE THE MOVIE I'LL TELL YOU THAT!

Let me know what you all think of this journey we've had together by discussing the chapter in the Review section below, I'd very much appreciate it ^^. As for me, I'll try to come back to this at some point, but it may be another year (especially with the year I've had. See you all later in the next update of The Legend of Broly!