The scouter data ended in static.
Frieza stared at the frozen frame hovering before him: burning terrain, shattered structures… and a final reading blinking just before the signal died.
BATTLE POWER: 30,000+
The room was silent.
The tyrant's tail twitched once.
"…Explain," Frieza said softly.
Zarbon stiffened. Dodoria swallowed.
"That planet was under light garrison, Lord Frieza," Zarbon said carefully. "A routine logistics relay. The Saiyan, Broly, was reported at thirteen thousand."
Frieza's smile never faltered, but his eyes hardened.
"And yet," he replied, voice smooth as ice, "my men are dead… my planet, damaged… and the child spikes past thirty thousand before the scouter conveniently explodes."
Dodoria growled. "Doesn't matter! He's still just one Saiyan. I.. "
Frieza raised a finger.
Dodoria fell silent instantly.
Zarbon stepped forward. "If I may, Lord Frieza… brute squads won't suffice. This Saiyan is growing during combat. Rapidly."
Frieza leaned back in his chair.
"…How tedious."
Zarbon continued, choosing his words carefully. "Perhaps members of the Ginyu Force. Jeice and Burter would be ideal, fast, efficient, and well above the target's last recorded power."
Frieza chuckled softly .
"Yes… that does sound appropriate."
Planet Kaarth
Broly stood among the ruins, chest rising slowly.
The fight had changed him.
Not dramatically but unmistakably.
His muscles felt heavier. Denser. His ki… restless.
Estimated Base Power (Suppressed):
Before ambush: ~2,000,000
After combat growth: ~2,700,000
Still controlled. Still hidden.
But growing like the original just less violent...
He searched the outpost, ignoring the bodies, nose wrinkling as he passed storage units.
"…Finally, Food."
Actual food not those stupid acidic insects or leathery megafauna but Protein blocks. Nutrient packs and rations meant for soldiers.
He ate quickly. Efficiently. A Saiyan refueling after years of deprivation.
Then he saw it.
A Frieza Force transport ship larger than his pod. Faster. Armed.
Broly climbed aboard, systems humming to life under his touch.
"…Working," he muttered.
Navigation data blinked onto the screen.
Nearest major Frieza-controlled world:
Planet 076
Classification: Logistics / Supply Nexus
Strategic Value: High
Broly's eyes narrowed as he thought about his next steps...
Hit the empire where it hurts.
He input the coordinates.
Elsewhere
The Ginyu Force stood at attention.
Jeice's red hair flicked as he glanced sideways. "A hunt, eh? Been a while since we had a proper one."
Burter crossed his arms, smirking. "Fastest in the universe. This'll be over quick."
Frieza hovered before them, hands clasped behind his back.
"This Saiyan is… inconvenient to my rule," Frieza said. "You are to intercept and eliminate him immediately."
Jeice tilted his head. "Any power estimate my lord ?"
Frieza smiled.
"Thirty thousand… at least."
Burter laughed. "That's all?"
Frieza's smile widened just a little more.
"…Do not underestimate the monkey."
....
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Broly sat alone in the transport ship, stars streaking past the viewport.
The fight replayed in his mind.
How easily the rage came.
How good it felt to dominate.
How close he came to losing himself to his saiyan instincts.
"…This is bad," he muttered.
Perfect Ki Control had held but barely. Instincts were accelerating faster than his mental discipline.
Z Broly didn't snap overnight, he thought. It was slow and over time..
Then a memory surfaced.
Namek.
"…Dragon Balls."
Not Earth's but Namekian Dragon Balls.
Wishes powerful enough to rewrite limits. Minds. Curses.
He exhaled slowly.
That's my solution.
Not now. Not yet.
But someday soon...
He clenched his fist, feeling the restrained storm inside him.
I fix this… or I become exactly what they fear.
The ship surged forward.
Far Behind him, light-years away, two streaks of light raced through space.
And the hunt had begun.