Forged in Fire and Blood

I roared in pain as Kalibak slammed my small form against the arena walls, forcing me to spit blood onto the ground. Each hit hurt, teaching me that there was no weakness allowed if I wanted to grow stronger.

"Keep going!" Kalibak bellowed as he punched me again. I tried to stand up after each hit, my body aching and my breath coming fast. Every bruise and cut reminded me that pain was the path to power.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a broken mirror. My bloodied face showed the pain, but also a stubborn spark in my eyes. I wasn't just being beaten - I was learning. Each strike was a step toward unlocking the strength inside me.

"Show no weakness!" Kalibak shouted.

In this harsh training, every moment of pain forced me to push harder. Each punishment brought me closer to the power I needed to survive and rise as a true Saiyan warrior.

I refused to yield. Gasping for air, I kept my focus despite the searing pain. Kalibak circled me, his eyes cold and calculating, as if testing whether I still had fight in me.

"Get up!" he bellowed, launching another blow. This time, I managed to catch his fist on my arm, absorbing the impact. The pain shot through me, but I clenched my teeth and refused to break.

Kalibak's smirk faded as he saw I was not done. "Is that all you've got?" he growled, launching a rapid series of punches. I blocked and countered as best I could, each movement rough and unrefined but filled with increasing confidence.

Eventually though, Kalibak tired of entertaining me and grabbed my by the back of my neck and crushed my face into the earth, making me taste the ash and dirt.

I roared in agony into the earth as he sat on my back, his weight crushing my back, "You still have quite the journey to go brat, if you wish to ever even scratch me."

I rose my head, spitting out the dirt and ash as I pushed my hands on the ground, "Get off me you bloated oaf!"

Kalibak bellowed in response, rising slowly as he wiped a smear of dirt from his face. "Oh, you'll learn, brat," he sneered. "Your tongue is as sharp as your fists might one day be."

I pushed myself off the ground, every muscle screaming in protest. My vision blurred for a second, but I forced my gaze upward.

"Sharp enough to cut you down, you oversized buffoon!" I shot back, my voice hoarse.

Kalibak's laugh was a low rumble that made the arena floor tremble. He moved in again, pacing like a predator eyeing its prey. "Keep talking, kid. Every word makes you stronger… or so you think." With that, he lashed out once more, his blow aimed at my side.

I managed to twist away, my instincts honed by the repeated assaults. As I dodged, my mind cleared; I knew this was not about him enjoying the fight, but about transforming my weakness into strength.

"Not bad," Kalibak admitted begrudgingly as our blows exchanged in a flurry. "You fight like one born for battle. But this is just the beginning."

I gritted my teeth, summoning what little energy I had left and counter atacked, but it seemed, he this time, truly had enough as with a kick, he sent me crashing into the walls of the arena, nearly breaking my neck.

"Kalibak, you oaf, are you trying to kill him?!" Lashina, one of the trainee, who are trying to join the female furies scolded as she ran to my side.

"Shut up, brat, don't take that tone with me. Unlike him over there, you aren't my younger sibling." Kalibak growled out causing her to flinch, yet not lose her defiant gaze.

"Lashina may be only two cycles older than the young prince, who is coming this year, ten cycles old, but she is right, Kalibak. You may need to stay your hand a bit, and be more gentle in your approach." Desaad stated as he made his approach known.

"Oh, keep your sly tongue silent Desaad. Father, the Mighty Darkseid, desires the ultimate warrior. If the boy truly embodies that Legend, then this will only make the brat stronger.

Saiyans after all grow exponentially after surviving near death circumstances. Zen- whatever they call it." Kalibak finished with a snarl, his voice booming through the arena.

Desaad's sharp gaze flickered over Kalibak, his features twisting into a sardonic smile. "Your exalted master has spoken, Kalibak," he intoned coolly. "Yet even the greatest warriors must sometimes temper their ferocity with restraint."

Kalibak scoffed, his massive form shifting as he glared at Desaad. "Restraint? This brat is forged in fire. He must taste the edge of death to awaken his true potential," he growled.

"You'll see - if he survives all this, he'll become a force to reckon with."

Barely clinging to consciousness, I could barely register their exchange as my mind shifted between searing pain and a growing, stubborn resolve.

Every excruciating moment was made bearable by the burning desire inside me - a desire to rise, to transform this brutal lesson into the strength I so desperately craved.

Lashina knelt by my side, her eyes stern yet oddly protective, "You need to get up," she urged softly, her voice laced with a wisdom beyond our years. "Proof that you can endure even when it feels like there's nothing left."

Summoning every last ounce of energy, I forced my battered body upright, my limbs trembling but unwilling to collapse.

Kalibak's gaze swept over me once more. "Show me you can truly fight," he commanded, the challenge crackling in his tone. Without another word, I squared my shoulders and stepped back into the fray.

Desaad's cold laughter trailed after me as I resumed our merciless exchange. His approval was hidden behind layers of mocking indifference, but I sensed his eyes were never far from my progress. Lashina's quiet encouragement bolstered me even as Kalibak launched another heavy strike.

"Move, kid!" Kalibak roared. I dodged to the side, feeling the rush of wind where his fist had just been. Every hit left a searing reminder of my approaching limits, yet also kindled a spark within - reminders that my pain today will build the strength of tomorrow.

I met his next blow with a feeble but determined counter, my arms shaking and my vision swaying.

'I won't stay down,' I thought fiercely, even as my body cried out in protest.

I mustered up all my strength for one final charge, pushng every bit of Ki I could gather into my fist and legs and punched Kalibak as strong as I could.

He snarled with infuriating smirk as he didn't move from place, yet as he looked down on me, as he held my fist, I could see the approval in his gaze.

As he let go of my fist and I - despite my attempts to stay upright - fell on my back on the ground, I heard him state, "Rest brat, you did good for today, but tomorrow, I will give you an even worse beating."

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I woke up later in my chambers, exhausted, in a healing tank.

Man it felt good. 

The perfect water temperature healing all my wounds, easing the tension in my muscles...

It felt like I was in Heaven.

This is one of the few reasons why I endure and train so hard. Why I don't stop no matter how broken my body becomes, because, the worse off I am, the better the healing feels.

Though as I continue to float, I can't help but continue to think and plan.

I've been thinking about two very, powerful tools in my disposal, that I don't really know what to do with right now.

The Speed Force and Anti-Life Equations.

It seems when I was in soul form, all my memories of my previous life were burned into me, in perfect clarity, yet knowing these two equations, I don't exactly know what to do with them.

Darkseid would split my soul apart to find it, if he knew, I knew what he sought for millions of years.

As for the Speed Equation, I have yet to test it out, since I know not whether it will complicate things with my biology as well as whether I need to understand the Equation itself before saying it for me to gain connection to the Speed Force.

It not that I completely don't understand it. I have studied it for fun in my past life, and am receiving quite the education from Granny Goodness, so maybe, eventually I will understand it.

Yet, still the question remains, will I harness it or not. 

What are the upsides and downsides to it?

I need to contemplate it thoroughly.

Soon enough, sleep's gentle lull once more took me, and I saw only comforting darkness...

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

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Tell me, should Broly get the Speed Force?

If not, why? It needs to be logical for me to incorporate it.

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