The first thing he felt was pain.
Cold air tore into his lungs as he screamed not out of fear, but instinct.
The cry echoed through a sterile Saiyan medical chamber, harsh lights glaring down on a newborn wrapped in coarse cloth.
So this is it…
I actually reincarnated.
Memories flooded in faster than the machines could finish scanning him.
Anime marathons. Power-scaling debates and analysis on Canon and non Canon material .
The tragedy of Planet Vegeta.
The madness of Dragon Ball Z, Gt, AF and Super.
And the realization that made his blood run cold.
I'm Broly.
Not the movie version raised by Paragus on Vampa, this was original Broly, the infant whose power level shattered Saiyan norms.
The child King Vegeta feared enough to try and kill with a knife, but thing seem off here, first things first, I can't here loud crying from the baby Kakarot, which could mean he's not born yet or they scientists haven't brought him in here yet..
Around him, Saiyan scientists muttered as their scouters chirped.
"Power readings are fluctuating…"
"Strange. It spiked for a moment and reached crazy numbers but dipped again... Hmm ."
That was when he's cheat kicked in instinct and knowledge fused.
Perfect Ki Control activated.
It wasn't a button. It wasn't a machine system voice. It was direct understanding of my body's ki , instinctive awareness of ki at a molecular level to be more specific .
He felt his energy like a roaring sun inside his chest… and calmly pushed it inward.
Compressed to the best of his understanding and temporarily silenced.
The scouter displays dropped again
"Reading normalized," one scientist grunted. "Infant's power level just ten."
Hahahaha
The scientists laugh as they move on with their jobs.
"Ten? "broly thought.
The greatest lie in Saiyan history.
Inside his tiny body, the newborn Broly smiled for the first time.
Days passed with no signs of Kakarot or his own father paragus .
Then weeks went by.
In the chamber, saiyan infants were loud, emotionally and energetically.
Their ki flared with every tantrum, every burst of aggression but him.
He learned to breathe ki the way monks breathed air. Each inhale circulated energy through his young body, reinforcing growing muscles, bones, and cells without leakage that could be detected.
Each exhale sealed it again.
His body grew… stronger but wrong, it became too dense and too heavy for his size and observant Nurses and scientists noticed his grip strength, how his fingers bruised armored forearms and how his heartbeat sounded like a war drum.
When they checked his energy readings, the scouters read nothing unusual just the same old 10 battle power and that confused some of the more curious scientists...
A few weeks passed as King Vegeta eventually arrived after hearing of the strange child of an elite showing unusual readings, his crimson cape flowing, eyes sharp with suspicion. When he arrived in front of broly's pod, he stared down at the infant in the cradle.
"This is the child," the king said coldly. "The one with the abnormal readings."
"Yes my King " a bird type alien bowed slightly as he replied.
Broly looked back at him, eyes calm.
Too calm.
Broly decided to troll this grumpy guy...
For half a second, Broly let a fraction of his ki brush the surface. Not enough to spike numbers… just enough to make his presence known.
King Vegeta stiffened confused.
"…Hmph," he scoffed. "I see nothing special here."
But his hand clenched.
Broly sealed his ki again, fast yet his heart was steady.
Good, he thought. Fear is already planted.
Beyond mortal perception and broly's awareness.
A feline god lay stretched across silk cushions, tail flicking lazily as stars and planets drifted outside his floating palace.
Beerus, God of Destruction, slept peacefully.
Then
His golden eyes snapped open.
"…Huh?"
For the briefest instant, less than a blink of an eye, something had brushed the fabric of the universe. violent but controlled or attempting it.
Beerus sat up slowly, ears twitching.
"That wasn't mortal chaos," he muttered.
"Whis! " . beerus called.
Whis appeared beside him, staff glowing faintly.
"You felt it too, Lord Beerus?"
"Yes." Beerus yawned, but his expression was sharp.
"A Saiyan brat, if I'm not mistaken."
Whis smiled knowingly. "How interesting. Saiyans are rarely subtle."
Beerus lay back down, smirking.
"Let it grow. Power like that, hmph, That might actually be fun."
Back on Planet Vegeta, Broly slept peacefully in his cradle, not knowing what waited in his future..
...
The next day came quickly as broly opened his eyes, expecting to see the same old ugly face scientists walking around and doing their work instead he was met with a familiar face... His father...
Paragus.
Paragus stood with his arms crossed, white armor reflecting the sterile glow of the incubation chamber.
His face was sharp, proud etched with the expectations of a high-class Saiyan officer who knew his bloodline was superior.
"Let's check my son's power".. He said
The scouter over his left eye beeped softly as he stared down at the infant in the pod.
"Reading?" he demanded.
A scientist glanced at the console. "Stable. Power level… ten."
The word hit like a slap on the mouth.
"…Ten?" Paragus repeated, disbelief slipping into his voice.
He leaned closer, glaring at the child. Broly stared back with wide, calm eyes no flaring ki,. Just… a baby.
Paragus straightened slowly.
"…Tch."
His jaw tightened. He turned away, fists clenched at his sides.
"A low-class number," he spat. "Barely fit for grunt work. And this is supposed to be my fucking son?"
The scientists exchanged uneasy glances. One of them hesitated. "There were earlier fluctuations sir "
"Flukes," Paragus snapped. "Saiyan infants cry, machines misread. Don't insult me with excuses."
He looked back at Broly one last time, disappointment heavy in his eyes.
"So be it."
Paragus addressed the room with cold finality.
"When he turns three, send him off-world."
The scientists stiffened. "A...a infiltration assignment, sir?"
"Yes." Paragus' lips curled. "A low-level planet. Barely civilized if non . If he's worth anything, he'll conquer it. If not…"
He didn't finish the sentence.
The implication hung in the air.
Paragus activated his scouter one last time, confirming the reading.
Power Level: 10
"…Pathetic," he muttered as he turned and walked out, cape swaying behind him.
The doors slid shut.
And the room fell silent.
Inside the Cradle — Broly's Mind
The moment Paragus left, Broly's calm expression cracked not into fear or sadness, but quiet amusement.
Power level ten, he thought.
Yeah. Sure.
He turned inward, sinking into his memories.
Dragon Ball Z.
Dragon Ball Super.
The movies. The different timelines. The retcons.
He remembered Paragus' cruelty. The shock collar. Vampa. Isolation. Rage turned into chains.
Not this time.
He also remembered the zesty looking Frieza blowing up Planet Vegeta.
He remembered Beerus very lazy, bored and yet terrifying.
....
Perfect Ki Control wrapped around his core like an unbreakable shell. His true power lay compressed—layer upon layer, growing denser by the day as his cells adapted, muscles knitting themselves stronger with every heartbeat.
Three years, he thought. Three years before exile and the destruction of the planet..
A smile tugged at his tiny lips.
Plenty of time.
He imagined training without movement like krillen and Gohan did in the show when they were heading to nemek . Circulating ki through developing bones. Strengthening his nervous system. Preparing his body to handle power that, canonically, would have shattered worlds and destroy galaxies
And when they sent him to that "low-level planet"?
He wouldn't conquer it.
He would use it as a place to grow without eyes watching.
Broly closed his eyes, pretending to sleep as a nurse passed by.
Inside, his thoughts burned bright and focused.
I know how this story goes .
So I'm rewriting it quietly… until I don't have to anymore.