Kami's Lookout

"DAMN IT!"

"P-piccolo? What happened?!"

"They said it! The idiot said it! Go!"

Gohan nods, before powering up. The aura of his unlocked potential flares around him before he blasts off, rocketing towards Yunzabit Heights.

Trunks and Goten also walk out of the temple: or rather, they're carried on Majin Buu's shoulders. Videl walks out after them. The pink daemon's grating voice rings out.

"Why you yell, big green?!"

"Majin Buu. The... 'big bad' guy we were talking about. He's getting stronger."

"Ah! The big guy you all know!" he grins, smacking his fists together. "Buu turn him into vegetable candy!"

Videl sighs, putting a hand on his shoulder as he turns his head to look at her. "Buu... you fought Jiren, right? He was tough, right?"

"What? Yeah, he real tough! But why you talk about him?" He glances around. Goten and Trunks squirm uncomfortably on his shoulders. The purple-haired squirt pipes up.

"Buu... you can't sense energy, right?"

"Yeah? ... Oh! This guy as strong as Jiren?"

"N-no. I... think he might be even stronger. Soon, I mean."

"What?! No way! Jiren was the strongest guy ever! He beat me up–!"

Goten and Trunks hop off, hitting the floor of the lookout: Videl looks at the majin squarely. She shakes his shoulders.

"You! Don't! Get it! We've fought this guy before! Twice! He! Survived! And wants to kill us all!"

"Who 'we'?"

"Me! And Goten and Trunks! And Piccolo!" she says, pointing at him. "And Gohan and Goku and almost everybody else!"

"... And he really, really scary?"

"YES. Really, really, really scary."

Majin Buu puts a mitt up to his chin, thinking. He's very... slow, but he can do some intellectual stretching sometimes. The inner machinations of his mind are an enigma.

"More scary than me? The one Buu spit out?"

"... Maybe not, Buu... but he's definitely stronger, right now. A lot stronger."

Piccolo coughs into his fist, getting everyone's attention. "Broly is powering up fast. You might want to get a move on. I'll call the couple of available fighters from here... they should arrive only a bit after you."

Videl, Goten, and Trunks nod sharply before starting to lift off and rocket after Gohan. Buu looks around, bewildered, before flying off after them. Piccolo snarls as he watches them go.

"Goku... if you can't find the time to go Ultra Instinct or pull something else out of your butt... we're all dead..."

Amenbo Island

Beerus snorts, raising an ear as Whis and Bulma touch down. "I'm so sorry for the wait, Bulma, but I didn't want to destroy the planet by flying to close to it..."

"Whis, what do you think you're doing?"

The angel looks up in surprise, blinking. "I would have thought you to be asleep by now, Lord Beerus!"

"Like I could with all that racket! Seriously, did I not tell them to learn to quiet down?!"

Whis sighs, telekinetically lifting a glass of tequila off a nearby stool before strutting into the resort complex. He calls for Bra as Bulma approaches Beerus.

"Beerus... aren't you going to do anything?!"

He glares at her. Their eyes meet.

"About. What?"

Her jaw drops. Her veins pulse. Her teeth grit. Steam comes out of her fucking ears."ARE YOU JOKING?!" she shrieks, pointing due north-northwest. "CAN YOU NOT FEEL THAT?!"

The God of Destruction picks his teeth, glaring at her coyly. "Oh, yes, the burly saiyan. What about it?"

"Are... are you not going to do anything?! Isn't taking care of threats like that your job?!"

"No."

"You...!"

Beerus sighs. He lurches out of his lounge chair, and places a deceptively gentle hand on the scientist's shoulder. "My job... is to slaughter billions and destroy planets. Unless it's directly an affair of the gods... or messes with the natural order of the universe... it's a Shinjin job. Don't. Ask. Me. Again."

She asks him again. He sighs again.

"You...! You are damn lucky."

"If you care so little, why don't you destroy me?! Huh?! HUH?!"

A sickeningly sweet smile crawls across his face. "Because you're my friend, Bulma. You and your delicious planet and its beautifully potential warriors are important to me. I wouldn't dare destroy it at this point."

"Then... then why?!"

"Because even if you no longer have anything to fear from me... that doesn't mean I'm going to get up and protect your damn rock for you. Besides, if they die, I can just bust them out of hell." He flexes, raising an arm. "King Yenma can't do much to stop the likes of me... or Zen'O for that matter, if he finds out that his favorite pet mortal has kicked the bucket."

Bulma simmers, looking up at the cat deity. "So... it's nothing for you to worry about, then? Nothing for us to worry about either?"

"I should hope not, with your magic wish balls. If it makes you feel any better my dear Bulma, I fully intend to inspect this... Broly individual at a later date."

"..."

Yunzabit Heights

Goku and pals watch as Broly writhes in pain, green power sparking before exploding out of him. He throws his head up as power rips through his body, his ki'netic glands being forced awake! His muscles bulge: the sheer wall of ki growing around him makes it very obvious that any attack launched right now would just slip off.

"... This is bad."

"YOU THINK, KAKAROTTO?!"

"You're the one who said it! You! Not me!"

Freezer, for one, doesn't even bother acknowledging their bickering. He just high-tails it. The Emperor of the Universe blasts over the landscape as fast as he–!

"YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE!"

His head slowly turns around, his eyes bulging at the sight of two Super Saiyan Blues holding on to his legs. Vegeta scowls hard enough to turn coal into diamonds while Goku sheepishly smiles.

"Hey, man, you can't just walk away! You brought this guy here!"

"Y-you moron! You think I'll just help you?! I brought him here to have you die!"

"And if you don't stay and help you'll die too! You... you wanna go back to hell, Freezer?"

Images flash through his mind, fairies and toys and love and joy. Freezer already feels sick as he twists around. "FINE," he says, raising a finger. His face contorts; consorting with his sworn enemies, twice within just a year?! What is the universe coming to... "But! What. Is. Our. Plan."

They touch down a kilometer or so away from the screaming saiyan, his aura blowing the rocks away from him. He thinks.

"Well... you should probably use that Golden form of yours, right? You could probably last a while against him if it's as good as it was back against Android 21."

"Hmph! And what about us, Kakarotto?"

"Well... we've already been knocked silly by him! I don't think the concentration needed for the complete blue is worth it."

"Oh! Ohoho! You want us to go for raw power, then?"

"Yup!"

"WHAT IS THE PLAN, MONKEYS?!"

"Right, right! Okay guys, so..."

...

Saiyan... no, Broly, screams, clutching his head in his hands once again. Flashes of his new life flit before his eyes... Bah... Cheelai... Lemo... but they are immediately shorn away by the torrent of agony and pain. The walls of his mind wax and wane under the pressure, the torrent of raw energy rising up out of his core and barreling its way through and out of him; shredding everything in its path along the way.

"GRRREREAAAAAAGH! REEAAAGAHAAHAHA!"

Demented, guttural cackles start to break through the screams of pain. Pulses of green and purple energy punch out of him, a simultaneously agonizing and euphoric experience as the Legendary Saiyan reexperiences his birthright. He can feel his sanity slipping, the last vestiges of his reason and sense being overwhelmed for the time being... but the renewed mass butcher welcomes it, embracing the mindless mindset of slaughter as the suntra plows through his brain.

"Urrrrgh! ERRRAAAAAAAAGH!"

His muscles split at the seams. He heaves as the light goes out of his eyes before bursting forth with renewed corruption, green energy pulsing harder and harder. His hair waves in the light... and his pupils bulge before shattering, leaving his eyes white and blank with primal rage as his musculature tears itself apart from the power within to allow more energy to explode out and pummel the ground into a crater!

The ki builds up around him, a maelstrom of destructive energy whorling around him... The orb bulges, heaves as though mimicking the struggle of its source. Goku and pals look up from their position, bathed in green light.

His father's words: "Broly... you are the true Super Saiyan! The stars themselves would quake before your power!"

"... Looks like it's time, guys. Vegeta?"

"I'm ready."

"Freezer?"

"Don't touch me!"

"Heheh, all right. You can stay back for now."

His features sharpen as the sphere of ominous ki suddenly condenses, before blowing outwards. He and Vegeta step forwards.

"HUUAAAGH!"

Broly answers in kind.

The orb detonates in a sprawling scene of green fire, the crater being blown open into a mile-wide valley! Magma blows out the sides, rock and ice alike being vaporized by the force; even the three strongest warriors in the universe are forced to hold steady, bracing against the supernatural winds. Whence the light from the detonation clears... a pillar of ungodly viridescent death, rotating around like a beacon out of the bottom of the crater. The Legendary Super Saiyan rose like the messiah he was... He Who Represented What the Saiyans Were, a violent and feral demon of unimaginable potential and power.

He splayed his arms and showcases his golden-green hair, bathing in the sensation of his own power washing over and through him to fill him with insane ecstasy. The pillar swelled before rapidly condensing, spinning into an orb of light around its source. Broly writhed. His eyes blank. His mind blank, at least on the surface as the shackles of his psyche snapped. Save for one word, booming through his brain as a dark smile crawled across his rugged mug. A depraved chuckle rips out. The power... the power... his power! Turbulent, unstable... a force of nature...!

"Kakarotto."

And then the orb of light fucking implodes.

"Scatter!"

Goku, Vegeta, and Freezer run off as the lightshow continues before them. Waves of shearing energy manifest, plowing into the continually shrinking round aura of ki. Faster and faster energy, rock, and air is swept up and added to the roiling mix around the saiyan...

And a moment of perfect tension. Spread out by a few hundred meters, the trio looks up at the ominously beautiful sphere. Toxic green light floods the landscape, painting a neon picture. Broly stands stock still in the center of the sky and of his orb, shuddering as the bubble burbles. His power plummets– by virtue of being manifested as an all-consuming attack. He gives off a self aware smirk: the new flow of energy... it's cleared away the debris of his mind and blockage of his power...! For the first time in forever... Broly is back.

"BLASTER METEOR!"

Satan City

The ground shakes. The sky quakes. The populace outside the complex screams for their beloved hero (or heroes).

"Mr. Satan! Save us!"

"Great Saiyaman!"

"Gustave!"

But the executives know their role. They stay inside their room, eyes on the door as if it was a ghost. A very dreadful ghost, hanging slightly open in the manner that multiple jars don't. The monitors across the room flicker, their screens filled with the psychedelic lightshow firing off above the arctic.

The chamber opens, the door slammed into the wall by the burly producer. He grins, his eyes glinting behind his thick shades. The man looks around, shooting a glare at a random executive and cowing them deep into their seat before guffawing and chomping down on his massive cigar.

"Awwwright boys, whattawe got?" the once Grand Vizier of the saiyans barks to his board.

All six board members cower before the awesome power of the great Nappa. Satan City's most legendarily talented and brutal film director and plotter. All but the new intern, Saisei. He straightens his suit and coughs, voice wavering.

"W-well, sir. It appears that the combatants this time... are mostly saiyans?"

"Duh, duh, duh! Of course they are! Who are they?"

"F-from what we can tell, theeeey are your Vegeta... Kakarotto... and a new individual."

"Oho!" he laughs heartily, chomping down on his cigar once again as he swipes the notes off the table. He skims them, his eyes glinting at the hypothetical money to be made. "Oh man, Freezer is back in town again?! This'll be a hit with the masses!"

"Sir, if I may be so bold, we might want to make two variations- one billed for 'accuracy' and one for 'entertain–'"

"Ingenius! Double the profits, Saisei you sly dog! YOU!" he shouts, jabbing a finger at an executive. "Give him a paycheck!"

"B-b-but sir, he's an unpaid intern!"

"Hey! Who blew up East City?!"

"N-n-n-not you, sir!"

"DATS GOD DAMN RIGHT! Now you give this kid... ten bucks!"

Saisei mutters a "Thank you..." with a blank expression. Are all saiyans this loony?

Round 5: Goku, Vegeta, and Freezer vs. Super Broly

Freezer lies in wait, looking up at the hellscape in front of him. The reborn Broly's Blaster Meteor attack has decimated the area, the rapid barrage of explosive orbs being lobbed in every direction and pummeling the earth itself into submission.

"Crap!"

He cringes, only to realize that the orbs careening his way are... not, anymore. Goku appears to be deflecting them, knocking them off course and away from his location! Rrrrrgh...!

Whatever his intentions, Goku quickly startles upon noticing Broly rocketing out of his own small world of green death. He blitzes away, the wind of his passing rustling Freezer's jimmies. As he flies from his bulky pursuer over the hardening lavascape, Vegeta pulls up next to him.

"Well... I guess it's pretty obvious we won't be able to defeat him on our own."

"I hate to admit it... *sigh*... But I think you might be right."

And as they reach a hectometer away, the trap is sprung. Broly staggers as Lord Freezer smacks into him, getting him off balance long enough for the two saiyans to whip back around and start powering up.

"You ready...?"

"As I'll ever be..."

"HREEEEAAAAAGH!"

Vegeta blasts up to Super Saiyan Blue 2, his hair and aura darkening to a deep navy while Goku shouts to invoke the iconic "Kaioken!" They flare in their highest forms, Goku's hair waving in the wind while his rival's tail flicks its darkened tip. Their aura's spark as Freezer is knocked back into the metaphorical dirt.

"Let's go, Vegeta!"

"I'm way ahead of you...!"

"Erraugh?!"

Broly's head pitches forwards as it suddenly finds that, the space where it once was, is now occupied by Goku's foot! ... By a good two millimeters, something Goku realizes with horror as a meaty hand slams its way onto his face and starts to squeeze. He gargles in surprise and pain as he is manhandled up until Vegeta knocks him free.

They then proceed to be battered by another, more precise Blaster Meteor barrage. Vegeta is suddenly no longer next to his partner, the space now being occupied by a bodyslamming Broly.

"BRREAuUUAAAGH-AAAACKGH!"

The batter is cut off by a shriek of pain, Broly lurching forwards and slamming his eyes shut; it appears Freezer went right for the crit. And by crit, I mean Broly's cornea.

"Any new techniques, Kakarotto?!"

"Weeell, one I've been working on...?"

Vegeta and Goku regroup, floating a few meters off before Broly has time to regain his senses. Energy builds up around them, causing another wind to pick up.

"Gamma Burst...!"

"Dragon..."

"FLAAAASH!"

"KAMEHAMEHA!"

The roiling beams flash into existence and shred the air as they careen towards their target. The wildly charging Legendary Super Saiyan is caught up in the blasts, blown back despite his momentum. Goku and Vegeta strain, sweat streaming down their faces as they pump as much energy into this onslaught as they can.

Broly screams, the blasts ragdolling him across the landscape. He slams into a mountain, and manages to use the impact to bounce back. He shoves his shoulder against the painfully energetic beams... which unfortunately for the two other saiyans, are not quite enough to keep him down. Broly is staggered, definitely, but it isn't enough to overwhelm him and knock him out of his invulnerable state. Thus it is for naught. Once he fully adjusts within a few seconds, he squares himself, the small part of his psyche which can still think whispering to him...

"counter..."

And blares green light like a warning signal, before cupping his hands and firing a blindingly shining "GIGANTIC OMEGASTORM!"

Yunzabitlian Coast

Gohan touches down, looking backwards. The others are still a ways behind him - being the strongest unfused fighter out of the current fight means he is also a good deal faster than everyone else. He sighs as a recently-formed Gotenks crosses the last few hundred kilometers in the blink of an eye.

"So, Gohan... Broly and Freezer are back?"

"Yeah... but I think Freezer might be on our side, at this point. You feel that?"

"Uh... no? I can sense Freezer's and Broly's ki, but not super well."

"Well, Broly's energy is way above everybody else present... he just plowed right through our dads' strongest attacks! Freezer is a little bit under them, but he's also away from the battle field. He might have recognized that Broly is a greater threat than he had anticipated."

"Oh. Yeah," he mumbles, scratching his golden spiky locks. "He was... uh... really scary when he came to Earth all those years ago. To Goten and Trunks, I mean! N-not to me, obviously!"

"GOTENKS, it's okay! He's five times your size: even I'm a little scared."

"No way, you? The Great Saiyaman himself? I can't believe it~!"

"Oh, ha ha."

Videl and Buu land next, with her wheezing from the thin air. He pats her head, letting her rest on his back as he sucks in his gut.

"Buu here! Videl here too!"

"Hi, Buu," Gotenks grunts in annoyance. Buu just grins, obviously blundering past him and towards Gohan. He picks up Videl, holding her sleepy form in front of them: "Here you go!"

"Um, Buu, shouldn't you put her down?"

"Uh... no! Buu no put her down! She hurt!"

"... If she's hurt, couldn't you use your healing powers?"

"Oh! Buu do that!"

Buu does that. Videl coughs and sputters, lurching to her feet as Gohan helps her up.

"You sure you wanna do this? This fight..."

"I wanna do this, Gohan! I... I really hate him! And... if I'm going to be spending most of my time as a mother for Pan... wouldn't Broly himself would be a cool final opponent...?"

"Wow, Videl, you're so cool!"

Gohan raises an eyebrow. "Gotenks... did you just call someone other than yourself cool?"

The pint-sized powerhouse crosses his arms. "So what if I did? She's like, just a person, but she's risking her life to fight spiky-haired god? That's pretty cool."

"T-thank you, Gotenks."

"I also think you cool!" Buu shouts before smacking her on the backside. Videl stumbles, before giggling.

"Come on, guys. We should get a move-on if we want to get to the battle before Krillin and the others we rounded up."

Tsurumaitsuburi Lava Pits

"Gah!"

Goku and Vegeta barely have time to jump apart before the Gigantic Omegastorm plows through their beams and into the spot they were just floating in. Goku stares, wide-eyed at the massive flow of energy rocketing between him and his beloved rival. He feels his shirt, mostly shorn off from mere passing of the wave.

"Vegeta...?!"

Oh. Oh no. He didn't get out of the way on time. The saiyan prince blinks, his entire body covered in soot as his evolved form flickers and falls from its ascended state and he drops.

"I'm fine, you dunce! DUCK!"

"Wha-"

The poor guy is immediately smacked in the head with a green energy blast. Vegeta curses under his breath as he blasts forwards, barely snatching him out of the air and juking away before Broly could reach their position. He tosses Goku to the ground a ways away; far enough for him to recover from the blow by the time he reaches the bottom.

Broly turns to the shakily hovering Vegeta, heaving. There is... surprising clarity in his blank eyes. As though his mindless fury is directed by the small part of himself which can think, which can recognize his enemies. As if his utter insanity is more aesthetic than overruling, and he really is just that much of a dick to keep trying to kill everyone.

"You... you really are a freak, aren't you?"

"..."

"Fine, don't bother responding," Vegeta snarls, hawking up a gob of spit. "You'll just–"

"HEY! Broly!"

The two look down, surprised. A golden Super Saiyan Goku puffs out his chest, staring straight at the enemy. Broly growls, his face contorting into a snarl. He may act animalistic and not be bothering with the sadistic small-talk he's known for, but he recognizes this man's importance to him no matter what.

"Look at me! Uh... I am the Legendary Super Saiyan now!"

"ERRAAG-?!"

"Kakarotto what the hell do you think-?"

"SOLAFLAH!"

Broly and Vegeta scream in unison ("GAH!") as blinding light sears their eyes.

"Come on Vegeta!"

Vegeta tries to pull himself back as Goku grabs onto his arm. "W-what the hell are you do-?!" His complaint is cut off as he's yanked through the air. Broly screams, rubbing his eyes furiously as he charges after the sound of his enemies' voices. Vegeta's form also falls, back to basic Super Saiyan before descending to base form. He puts his arms around Goku's neck as they rocket forwards.

"Time to leave already...?"

"Yep! No way we can beat him like this!"

"Hrmmng..."

He rockets by a bewildered Freezer, revealing their position with his golden aura. Goku pulls Vegeta over his shoulder, much to his protest as the mad emperor shoots them a glare.

"What?! What do you think you're doing?! You! Are exposing my position! The mighty Lord Freezer!"

"Uhhhhh..." Goku mumbles, his eyes flicking between the rapidly approaching charging berserker and the steaming visage of his old nemesis. He settles for giving Freezer a long hard look... before breaking into a grin.

"Have fun, Freezer!"

*bawoop*

And with that, Goku and his charge instantly transmit away to their green friend on the lookout. And leave the little lizard all alone with the hulking berserker ten feet away.

"GOOOOKUUUUU-!"

Broly bodyslams through the rocky landscape and into Freezer. He goes tumbling, rolling to a stop against a nearby boulder. The guy's head spins as he struggles to his feet, clenching his tail as Broly guffaws.

"YOU DARE?! You dare to make me... make me your punching bag?!" he shouts, his rage at Goku instantly being redirected at his attacker. And immediately fading when Broly raises his fist. Freezer puts up his hands and desperately tries to ward him off.

"W-w-wait! Wouldn't you... er, ah, rather see me get the chance to exert myself? For me to put effort into this fight?"

Broly pauses. He cocks his head, grinning sadistically. As the Legendary Super Saiyan... even being totally wacko, he still embodies the traits of all saiyans. Such as... seeking challenging opponents?

"Hmph! Then I will teach you a lesson! Behold!"

He crouches, energy crackling as Broly's curiosity piques. Golden light flickers off the galactic emperor...

Boom!

A blinding yellow light shines off of him, revealing his transformed body...! Standing taller, stronger, leaner, shinier.

"This is Golden Freezer!" the emperor shouts, placing a foot forwards as he raises his arms above his head: two swirling Death Saucers form, the impossibly sharp edges of the discs shrieking against the very air. "THE LAST THING YOU WILL EVER SEE!"