POV, SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE, NIGHT
Dura was meditating beneath a collapsed cathedral.
Moonlight spilled through the broken roof, illuminating shattered saints and scorched stone. His breathing was slow. Measured. Ki folded inward so tightly it barely existed.
Then
Tried to touch him.
Not physically
A pressure behind the eyes. A presence forcing its way toward his thoughts like a hand pushing against steel.
Ancient.
Commanding.
Used to obedience.
Dura's eyes snapped open.
And instinctively he used ki sense to find the person who stupidly try to read his unreadable mind...
...
POV. APOCALYPSE
Apocalypse stood motionless in his underground sanctum, eyes glowing brighter as his psychic power surged outward—vast enough to enslave armies, to bend mutants to his will across continents.
And then
It stopped.
Not resisted.
Not deflected.
It simply… ended.
As if his consciousness had slammed into a void that refused to acknowledge him.
Apocalypse's eyes widened, just a fraction.
"Impossible," he muttered.
He pushed harder.
Reality warped.
Still nothing.
On the other end
Dura stood, calm, looking upward as if he could see Apocalypse through stone, distance, and time.
"Don't bother if still want to live ," Dura said quietly.
The word wasn't telepathic as Dura is not a long range telepath.
Yet somehow Apocalypse heard it.
The psychic link attempt snapped and had a backlash.
Apocalypse far away, staggered back a step like he was slapped , stone cracking beneath his heel .
Silence followed.
Then
He smiled in interest.
"Very well," he said softly.
"Let us speak in a language you respect."
He turned toward the shadows.
"Send him."
POV EASTERN FRONT, ABANDONED CITY DAWN
The sky darkened unnaturally.
Clouds twisted inward, forming a spiraling vortex. Lightning struck without thunder.
Civilians fled in all directions, not caring about cover or shalter.
Soldiers panic and start shooting randomly as the overwhelming presence of war prayed.
A figure descended from the storm, wrapped in dark armor etched with glowing alien markings , eyes burning with unnatural power.
One of Apocalypse's current Horsemen.
War.
His footsteps cracked asphalt. Each breath radiated violence.
"You," War boomed, voice echoing through ruined streets.
"The Master commands your submission and I'm here to in force it ."
Dura said nothing yet but still walked forward alone.
No green flare of ki
No visible power.
Just footsteps crunching broken glass.
"He should've stayed hidden, at least you'd have avoided the beat down coming your way.. ," Dura replied..
War didn't respond and attacked.
Dashing forward with swift movements, agile and quick. .
WOOSH!!
The clash was immediate and horrifying.
Dura didn't dodge....
BANG!!
War's heavy punch leveled a city block, sending hidden soldiers and some remaining civilians tumbling and rolling across the ground, leaving them seriously injured.
Dura caught it easily as he was at 300 ki output.
The ground collapsed beneath them, forming a crater half a kilometer wide.
War roared, jumping back and unleashed his full might, red energy cannons aimed at Dura , gravitational force to stop his movement and molecular disruption to mess up his body control...
Dura moved through it like it was a Winds breeze on his skin.. The gravity level in forced by this guy isn't enough to shake Dura at all.. .
You'll need to try harder than thati if you want to hurt me
Dura retaliated with controlled violence, each of his punches were precise. Surgical and Terrifying.
He hit war with a brutal uppercut then grabbed his leg before he could be sent flying then proceeds to slam him hard onto to damaged ground three times before throwing him into the air, following him, he released a weak green mouth attack point blank, sending war straight down, crashing through the ruins...
He then focused his attacks on this enhancement armor that seems to help war stay in the fight without dying immediately...
He shattered War's armor piece by piece with disgusting efficiency.by coating his hands in thick green ki.
Finally, Dura grabbed War by the face and drove him headfirst into the earth savagely.
Once.
Twice.
Then the third impact silenced everything.
Dura straightened, breathing steady.
"Tell your god of mutants... ," he said, voice cold,
"I am not part of his cycle of pawns."
War didn't rise, staring at the sky like a victim of a brutal assault.
Dura looked at him laying on the ground then chose to leave...
POV. FRIEZA'S PRIVATE TRAINING CHAMBER
Frieza screamed in rage whilst training, he was angry at the fact that he, the great emperor of the universe is forced to do such a disgusting thing like training..
The training chamber was ruined at this reinforced alloys melted, gravity generators shattered, space itself warped by sustained output.
Frieza hovered in his final form, veins bulging, aura flaring violently.
"saiyan… filth…," he hissed.
He clenched his fist, compressing power inward instead of outward, forcing his form to endure prolonged strain.
Timers blinked.
Minutes became hours.
His body shook but held the form..
Frieza laughed breathlessly.
"Yes… this is it, I'm getting closer ."
He was no longer training to dominate Saiyans.
He was training to out last them.
POV, PLANET VAMPA
Paragus has decided to train broly's great ape transformation as he wants him to master it like a true elite...
The artificial moonlight flooded the wasteland, as huge aura was ignited...
A child screamed into the heavens as he begins to transform...
Broly's body expanded violently as his tail lashed uncontrollably. Bones cracked, reshaped with his Muscles swelling beyond reason and thick black green fur grew from his ever expanding body.
The Great Ape finally rose, tall and furious.
The planet howled.
Paragus screamed orders that went unheard.
Broly roared an ear-splitting sound that shattered mountains and liquefied near by stone.
Power Levels skyrocketed:
Base (Pre-Transformation): 120,000
Initial Great Ape Surge: 1,200,000
Emotional Escalation: 2,000,000
Unstable Peak: 3,500,000+
The numbers kept climbing and Vampa's crust fractured and violent weather patterns appear in the horizon. .
Energy storms tore across the surface as broly's aura flooded the surroundings.
The Great Ape beat its chest and unleashed another roar that echoed into space this time.
On distant sensors on a logistics planet.
Frieza's screens flickered as technical support scrambles to find what's the cause of such violent power out bursts.
Elsewhere
POV, DURA
Dura stood atop a church spire that no longer had a cross.
Wind cut across his skin as he extended his senses outward slowly in a methodical sweep, Then he released it slowly, letting perception ripple through the world like sonar through bone.
He was searching for Apocalypse.
For something ancient. Heavy. Immutable.
Instead he flinched.
What he found was wrong.
Below the soil, deep beneath a snow-choked forest, dozens of ki signatures writhed together, mutant energies forced into unnatural harmony.
Using ki mapping, similar to echo location he saw suppression tech layered over living bodies.
Dura's eyes hardened.
"So that's where you're hiding," he murmured.
"Not a god… just butchers with delusions of power and control ."
He vanished, heading to the location..
POV. HIDDEN NAZI BASE, NIGHT
The base was buried under concrete and tech stolen from things men didn't understand. Floodlights cut through falling snow. Guards laughed nervously, rifles in hand,as the war raged on elsewhere...
They never saw Dura arrive.
He dropped silently behind the last man and tapped his spine with a green lancer technique (ki attack output 25).
The guard folded without a sound.
Inside, then snuck in, the corridors stank of antiseptic and blood.
He moved silently and avoided surveillance as he saw Glass chambers lining the walls with mutants suspended in fluid, bodies altered, grafted, broken.
He saw a small German boy with glowing veins screamed silently as electricity danced across his skull.
Dura's fists clenched.
"You're not studying evolution," he whispered.
"You're just torturing civilians for the sake of greed and power."
He moved like a ghost.
Cameras died. Locks opened themselves. Scientists collapsed mid-sentence as precise ki taps shut down nervous systems killing them quickly and soundless.
He reached the command room.
Maps covered the walls.
Not one base but Seven different ones in separate locations spread across Europe, North Africa, and deep into the Arctic.
And behind them all,
A symbol older than Hydra.
A broken crown beneath a rising sun.
Dura traced it with his finger as he remembers some knowledge from the xmen comics.
"Apocalypse," he said quietly.
Footsteps echoed behind him.
A mutant officer snarled "intruders will die a painful death" , skin hardening to obsidian steel as he charged.
Dura turned.
The lights went out.
When they came back on,
The Nazi officer was embedded halfway into the far wall, dead, armor crushed inward like foil.
Dura copied the maps into memory,
Then he destroyed the base using the green lancer but as a downward attack, creating a sinkhole (ki attack output 60)
By morning, there would be nothing but a sinkhole and rumors.
POV. PLANET VAMPA
The world was ending.
Broly, still in Great Ape form, howled as energy tore from his body in unstable waves. Mountains crumble with each stomp. The sky burned a greenish hue as lightning struck upward from the ground.
Paragus older, stronger and scarred not just by survival but by years of training beside his son.
This Paragus was different.
Hard on broly , yes.
But not as cruel as Canon..
He had grown stronger, much stronger than the original .
Paragus Power Level: ~85,000
Ki discipline refined through necessity
Reflexes honed by fighting with Broly,
He aimed at the artificial moon , hands shaking but resolute.
"Broly my boy, listen to me!" he screamed into the storm.
"You're not a monster!"
The artificial moon shattered.
Light vanished.
The Great Ape screamed and collapsed.
Young Broly reverted mid-fall, falling towards the ground , unconscious but alive.
Paragus caught him, barely, skidding across scorched ground.
He held his son tightly.
"I've got you," he whispered.
"I won't fail you again."
The planet cracked… but held.
Barely.
POV. FRIEZA'S FLAGSHIP
Alarms screamed.
Scanners overloaded.
Technicians panicked.
"Lord Frieza, energy readings from Vampa exceeded projections by..... by orders of magnitude!"
The display flickered, numbers spiking uncontrollably.
Frieza's eyes widened in shock.
"That was no ordinary transformation," he said slowly.
"That was legendary instability."
He straightened.
"Send an elite retrieval force," Frieza ordered.
"Five units."
Zarbon hesitated.
"Power ranges, my lord ?"
Frieza smiled thinly.
"Between half a million and one million each," he replied.
"If they fail… I'll have my answer."
The fleet shifted course.
POV, APOCALYPSE
Apocalypse stood before War's shattered armor.
The Horseman lay broken, alive, but still humiliated.
Apocalypse's expression was unreadable.
"Defeated," he said softly.
"By a little child."
He clenched his fist.
The walls trembled.
"this one child defeated a trained power omega mutant!? ."
"Prepare the others," Apocalypse commanded.
"If he is not of my design… then he will be my trial."
He looked toward the surface world, toward the direction Dura had vanished.
"And trials," he said, smiling faintly,
"are how gods are made ."
POV. DURA
The second base wasn't on any map that mattered.
Dura felt it....
The ki signature was wrong not loud, not aggressive, but sick, like a heartbeat echoing through a corpse. Buried beneath a frozen mountain range, reinforced with alloys stolen from the future and ideology stolen from hell.
He slipped inside without a sound.
The corridors were narrow, intentionally claustrophobic. Red emergency lights pulsed like a dying pulse. On the walls, mutants.
Not soldiers.
Experiments.
Bodies grafted with stolen X-genes, spliced with technology far beyond the era. Some were alive. Some begged Dura . Some had already forgotten how to scream and were .
Then the guards arrived.
They didn't see him at first.
They only heard something wet hit the floor.
The first man turned just in time to see Dura's eyes glow cold, predatory, inhuman.
There was no battle cry. No mercy. When Dura moved, it was like the film reel skipped.
One moment the guard was breathing.
The next, his shadow was still on the wall but he wasn't attached to it anymore.
Bones shattered inward. Flesh folded the wrong way. Every strike was surgical, silent, and final. The survivors tried to run.
The lights went out.
What followed was remembered only in smears, handprints, and the sound of something hunting them in the dark.
When the lights returned, Dura stood alone, drenched in blood.
At the center of the base was a chamber filled with holographic projections, timelines, bloodlines, wars. Ancient symbols overlapped with modern flags.
At the center of it all was a name carved into stone older than history itself.
APOCALYPSE.
Dura's eyes narrowed.
"So that's your long game, a bit different from what I expected but I'll just go with the flow …"
The data showed it clearly:
World War mutations weren't accidents. Hydra wasn't leading, it was being guided. Apocalypse had been creating chaos, pruning humanity, preparing the world for a future where only the strongest deserved to exist.
And Dura… was an anomaly in .
Something Apocalypse couldn't predict.
POV. APOCALYPSE
Dura was beyond expectations. Beyond prophecy.
Apocalypse raised a hand.
"Prepare Famine. Enhance him. Omega-level parameters unlocked."
The ancient tyrant's eyes gleamed.
"Let us see what truly hurts you, little god."
....
POV. VAMPA (ELITE SQUAD ARRIVAL)
The sky split open.
Frieza Force elites descended like executioners.
Paragus stood in front of Broly without hesitation.
The fight was brutal and short.
Power levels clashed like natural disasters.
Paragus fought beyond his limits, strategy over strength, experience over arrogance.
It wasn't enough.
A beam pierced his chest so fast he didn't even realize it.
Paragus only fell into darkness..
He fell without a sound.
Broly saw everything.
Something inside him snapped.
Golden light erupted outward.
Hair flared yellow..
Eyes burned green-gold..
SUPER SAIYAN — FIRST AWAKENING
Power Level: SURGING PAST 1,500,000… Unstable … Rising.
The elites didn't retreat fast enough.
They died one by one screaming so loud the vampa giant scattered.
When it was over, Broly stood alone… shaking, looking up into outer space with tears falling down his face..
Broly "father!"
He buried his father with his own hands then he took the squad's ship and flew toward Frieza's empire, he was planning on taking revenge the only way he knew....
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POV, EARTH (MOUNT PAOZU)
Kakarot now going by goku was… a problem.
Stronger than canon. Louder. Faster.
Grandpa Gohan loved him anyway.
But when the full moon rose
The mountains shook.
Great Ape goku roared, power dwarfing anything Earth had seen before, he would rampage and destroy a lot of mountains, changing the landscape permanently..
Power Level: ~300
The destruction rippled outward.
Roshi froze mid-meditation.
Korin's whiskers twitched.
Kami's eyes snapped open.
"That child, is so troublesome …"
Roshi grabbed his staff.
"Hehehe, Gohan's not ready for this one, might as well help my student."
Above them all, Kami watched the boy with something close to awe.
"He may decide the fate of this world, if he learns to control himself."