A howling gale tore across the World of Void. Arcs of emerald lightning crackled through the air in cascading waves, each surge brighter and more violent than the last. The sheer intensity of the transformation sent ripples through the fabric of reality itself—fluctuations so savage that even Jiren and the robed Pride Troopers from Universe Eleven couldn't help but shift their attention toward the source.
Across the arena, fighters who'd been locked in brutal combat froze mid-strike. Every warrior, regardless of their power level, turned to stare at the green-haired titan with expressions of pure, unfiltered dread.
Ribrianne pushed herself up from where she'd been planted face-first in the ground. Dust clung to her transformed body. She scowled, one hand touching her face gingerly. "How dare you! You've ruined my beautiful—"
WHAM.
A massive hand clamped down on her head like a vice. Before Ribrianne could even process what was happening, Broly drove her back into the arena floor with crushing force. The impact created a crater, spider-web cracks radiating outward from the point of contact.
Broly had fully unleashed his Legendary Super Saiyan transformation. And he remembered exactly who had attacked him first.
His enormous palm completely engulfed Ribrianne's face, fingers digging into her skull with enough pressure to make her scream into his grip. Despite her transformed bulk, she looked almost childlike in his grasp—a ragdoll in the hands of a monster.
He lifted her up. Slammed her down again.
And again.
And again.
Each impact shook the arena. Thunder without lightning. The sound of flesh and bone meeting unyielding stone echoed across the World of Void like war drums.
"YES!" Beerus leaped to his feet in the stands, pumping his fist. "That's what you get for assaulting our eyes with that hideous transformation! Pound her into the ground, Broly!"
Meanwhile, Heles—God of Destruction of Universe Two—clutched her chest dramatically, tears welling in her eyes. "Why?! Why would you treat such a beautiful maiden so cruelly?! I'll never understand Universe Seven's barbaric tastes!"
Her protests meant nothing. Broly's berserker assault continued without pause. He roared—a sound somewhere between fury and exhilaration—and hammered Ribrianne into the ground over and over. Each thunderous impact sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield.
Roasie and Kakunsa finally shook off their shock. They couldn't just watch their comrade get obliterated.
"Ribrianne!" Kakunsa's hands blazed with energy. She unleashed a torrent of ki blasts, each one streaking through the air in crisscrossing patterns designed to overwhelm any defense. Roasie joined in, adding her own barrage to create an inescapable net of explosive energy.
Broly's head turned slightly. His pupil-less eyes locked onto them. He released Ribrianne, letting her crumpled form collapse to the ground, and charged.
Directly into the storm of ki blasts.
He didn't dodge. Didn't deflect. Didn't even slow down.
Explosions engulfed his body, one after another, creating a continuous chain of detonations that should have vaporized anyone caught in the center. Fire and smoke obscured him completely—
Then he burst through like a meteor tearing through atmosphere.
"Impossible!" Roasie's voice cracked. "My attacks aren't doing anything!"
"He's a monster!" Kakunsa screamed.
Broly closed the distance in a heartbeat, breaking the sound barrier with an audible CRACK. Before either magical girl could react, his massive hands seized both their heads simultaneously. With one brutal motion, he drove them down toward the arena floor.
BOOM!
The ground didn't just crack—it shattered. Fissures spread outward in every direction, some as wide as canyons. Chunks of stone the size of boulders were launched into the air from the sheer force of impact.
Roasie and Kakunsa lay sprawled in the newly formed craters, their transformed bodies trembling. Pain unlike anything they'd experienced wracked their frames. They tried to move, to fight back, to do anything—
Broly wouldn't let them.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" His roar split the air like thunder. It had been so long since he'd unleashed this form, so long since he'd allowed his power to flow unrestrained. Years of suppression, of control, of holding back—it all came flooding out in a tidal wave of destructive force.
His energy continued to climb. The pressure radiating from his body increased exponentially, moment by moment, like a volcano that had only just begun its eruption.
The confident, love-powered warriors of Universe Two now cowered before him, their bodies covered in wounds, their eyes wide with fear. Even Ribrianne, who'd been so certain of her beauty and power, looked at Broly with something approaching terror.
In the stands, the deities themselves showed shock.
Champa leaned toward his attendant, voice urgent. "Vados! This Saiyan—is he the same type as our Kale? The berserker variant?"
"Indeed, Lord Champa." Vados maintained her perpetual smile, though even she seemed impressed.
"He hasn't achieved godly ki," Champa observed, whiskers twitching nervously, "but his raw power has transcended normal mortal limits. He wasn't nearly this terrifying last time I saw him."
"His growth rate is quite remarkable," Vados agreed, her staff glowing as she analyzed Broly's energy. "Fortunately—" She glanced toward Universe Six's section of the arena with a knowing look. "—Lord Champa has a similar Saiyan fighting on his behalf."
Champa relaxed slightly at the reminder, though privately he couldn't shake the feeling that Kale's strength still fell short of whatever this was.
Meanwhile, Beerus was practically bouncing in his seat. "I had no idea Broly could be this powerful! Haha! Victory is assured! There's no way we can lose with this kind of strength!"
"In terms of pure pedigree, he might be the pinnacle of Saiyan evolution." Raditz's tone carried an unusual note of respect, though his expression remained troubled. "But the Legendary Super Saiyan transformation has an inherent flaw—it burns too hot, too wild. Broly can't achieve the calm state of mind needed for divine techniques or advanced ki control." He watched the green-haired berserker rampage below. "With different DNA, he might have been the absolute strongest. As it is..."
Some gifts came with prices. Power like Broly's demanded sacrifices.
On the battlefield, warriors from Universe Two rallied despite their fear. They surrounded Broly from multiple angles, attacking in concert during what they hoped was a moment of vulnerability. If they could just coordinate their assault, push together, maybe they could knock him off the stage—
Their attacks struck an invisible barrier.
A paper-thin shell of energy surrounded Broly like a second skin, so subtle it was almost invisible until impact. The combined might of Universe Two's warriors broke against that shield like waves on an unyielding cliff. Broly didn't even seem to notice their assault.
Then the behemoth moved.
Everything in his path shattered. Raised rocks exploded into powder. Energy waves fired at point-blank range dispersed into harmless sparks. The very air ignited from friction as he accelerated. His fist connected with a cluster of Universe Two fighters, and they flew backward like leaves in a hurricane—three eliminated in a single punch.
Ribrianne staggered to her feet, gasping for breath. Despite everything, despite the beating she'd endured, determination burned in her eyes. She struck a pose, hands forming a heart shape. "You won't... stop the power of love! Everyone—lend me your—"
Broly didn't let her finish.
He launched himself upward, clearing her height with ease, then came down like the hammer of an angry god. His leg smashed into her from above, driving her into the ground with apocalyptic force.
BOOM.
The entire arena shook. Dust exploded outward in a massive cloud. When it cleared, Ribrianne lay in yet another crater, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her transformed body barely holding together.
Roasie and Kakunsa rushed to help their leader, trying to pull her from the depression—only to look up and see Broly closing in. His massive arm swept out in a wide arc, catching all three of them. The impact sent them tumbling across the arena until they slammed into a protruding rock formation hard enough to embed themselves in the stone.
Other Universe Two warriors—Zarbuto, Zirloin, Rabanra—tried to mount a rescue. Broly straightened to his full height, raised one hand, and gathered energy.
The sphere of ki that formed in his palm was enormous. Sickly green light pulsed within its depths, crackling with barely contained violence. He hurled it forward almost casually.
The energy ball scraped along the ground as it traveled, carving a trench three meters wide and impossibly deep. Everything it touched—rocks, debris, even the indestructible arena floor—melted. The attack blasted a pathway straight toward the edge of the arena, creating a canyon that glowed with residual heat.
The Universe Two fighters scattered in terror, abandoning any thought of rescue.
"GRAAAAAHHH!" Broly's roar echoed across the entire World of Void.
No one dared approach him. Not even the stronger fighters from other universes were willing to test their luck against this monster.
Watching from a safe distance, Goku felt a chill run down his spine. Memories of his first battle against Broly surfaced—the overwhelming power, the relentless assault, the feeling of fighting against an unstoppable force of nature. "Damn... he's even stronger than before."
But Broly was on their side now. And as a teammate? That power was incredible.
"We... we won't give up!" Ribrianne forced herself upright, her voice raw but defiant. Blood streamed down her face. Her transformation flickered, barely stable. But she refused to surrender. "GIVE ME THE POWER OF LOVE!"
Her words resonated with the other Universe Two warriors. Despite their injuries, despite their terror, something stirred in their hearts. This was what Universe Two fought for—not glory, not survival, but love. Love for their universe. Love for each other. Love as the ultimate power.
"Ribrianne!" they shouted in unison.
Miraculous energy began flowing from the scattered fighters into Ribrianne's body. Streams of pink and white light converged on her position, visible manifestations of their shared determination. Even Broly paused, pupil-less eyes narrowing as he watched this unexpected development.
Ribrianne began to grow. Wings sprouted from her back—massive, radiant constructs that spread wide. Her body expanded, doubling in size, then tripling. Power surged through her frame, transforming her into something far beyond what she'd been.
Goku had remained on the sidelines until now, content to observe. But his mouth fell open as he watched the transformation unfold. His perspective shifted from looking at Ribrianne to looking up at her. "No way... Universe Two can combine their power like that?"
If Goku had been fighting, he would have waited. His Saiyan honor demanded he let opponents reach their full strength before engaging. It was just how he was built—give them every chance, then test himself against their maximum potential.
Broly had no such compunctions.
He didn't do honor. Didn't understand restraint.
He saw a target, and he attacked.
Ribrianne was still absorbing power, the transformation barely half-complete, when Broly exploded forward. No warning. No hesitation. Just raw, primal aggression combined with overwhelming speed. His roar shook the arena—a sound that transcended mere volume and became something physical, a force that battered eardrums and rattled bones.
BOOM.
Broly's fist connected with the enlarging Ribrianne.
Time seemed to freeze. Every fighter who witnessed the impact felt their breath catch. The shockwave that erupted from the point of contact rippled outward in visible waves, distorting the air itself.
For one eternal second, nothing moved.
Then Broly took half a step forward, driving his weight behind the punch.
Ribrianne's scream pierced the air—a sound of pure agony. Her gigantic form, still absorbing power, still transforming, was launched backward. She flew across the arena like a meteor, her body deflating mid-flight as the incomplete transformation collapsed under the traumatic impact.
She sailed past the arena's edge and plummeted into the void below.
A moment later, Ribrianne materialized in Universe Two's spectator section—reverted to her base form, unconscious, eliminated.
Broly stood in the center of a destroyed battlefield, chest heaving as he drew ragged breaths. His muscles trembled—not from exhaustion, but from the barely contained energy still surging through his system.
Warriors from Universe Two scattered in every direction, abandoning any thought of revenge. Fighters from other universes gave him an even wider berth, their survival instincts screaming warnings.
In their eyes—in everyone's eyes—Broly wasn't a warrior.
He was a monster.