Unleashing the Beast

King Kai's planet shimmered under a golden sky, its tiny grasslands rustling in a faint breeze.

Vegeta stood with arms crossed, his scowl deep, halo glinting as he clenched his fists.

"Disgusting; that brat's got no mentor, yet he's this strong at nine," he growled, pride chafing.

Gohan glanced over, his halo bobbing, unease flickering as Vegeta's frustration simmered.

"Trunks is older, barely past Super Saiyan, nowhere near Super Saiyan II," Vegeta snapped.

His gaze flicked to Trunks, kicking grass nearby, oblivious to the stinging comparison.

Kakarot's bloodline Gohan, now Goten eclipsed his own, a Saiyan prince shamed.

Piccolo stepped forward, green skin catching light, cape fluttering as he spoke.

"It's not shocking; Goten's discipline outshines Gohan's by miles," he said calmly.

"Since four, with no push, he's trained relentlessly; that grit's rare," he added, admiring.

He recalled Gohan's whining under his wing, a stark contrast to Goten's fire.

Goku grinned, scratching his head, halo tilting as he nodded with pride.

"Piccolo's dead on! Goten's work ethic beats mine as a kid," he said, laughing.

"Without masters Grandpa Gohan, Roshi, King Kai I'd still be wild on Mount Paozu," he mused.

His son's talent awed him, a spark igniting without guidance, stunning the afterlife.

Across the cosmos, Paragus's barren planet crackled with tension, its crust trembling.

The fortress loomed, rusted walls hollow against reddish dust swirling in the wind.

Paragus faced me, pretense shed, one eye gleaming with manic glee.

"Hahaha! You're sharper than I thought, kid," he cackled, voice echoing off cliffs.

"You know plenty, but this is your grave; Broly's digging it," he taunted, hands wide.

I tilted my head, a cold smile curling as I met his gaze.

"Oh yeah? You're banking hard on your boy," I said, tone icy.

"I'm not sure about my burial, but you're not walking away," I promised, unwavering.

His 4,000 combat power was a joke, a gnat before my storm.

Paragus's laugh faltered, eye widening as my hand clamped his throat.

"What… what?!" he choked, panic flooding as he clawed my steel grip.

"Broly, stop him! Kill this brat now!" he rasped, fumbling for the controller.

Broly's head snapped up, calm shattering, a snarl ripping from his throat.

"Kakarot…" he growled, black hair rising, air blasting outward in a surge.

Outlaws sprawled, some crumpling dead, his raw force dwarfing their feeble ki.

"Stinking kid, savor despair worse than hell," Paragus spat, voice wild.

"Broly'll tear you apart, bit by bit!" he cursed, dangling in my grasp.

"Shut it; your yapping's old," I said, patience snapping, ki flaring hot.

Energy surged, engulfing Paragus in light, dissolving him like ash in a furnace.

A 4,000 point weakling vanished, erased with less effort than swatting a fly.

"Roar!" Broly bellowed, planet quaking, fissures spidering as his ki erupted.

This primal force cared nothing for bonds, locked on Kakarot's ghost in me.

"Kakarot…" he snarled again, hair shifting purple, green flames roaring higher.

His mimic Super Saiyan form took hold, a precursor to the legend I faced.

I squared my shoulders, fists clenching, his aura slamming into me.

With a growl, I tapped Super Saiyan, golden light flaring, hair spiking.

"Come on!" I shouted, grin splitting my face as I braced for him.

"Show me what the legendary Super Saiyan's got, Broly!" I challenged, voice ringing.

He charged, a blur of fury, speed tearing through dust in a shockwave.

His fist swung, brutal and unrefined, a sledgehammer aimed at my chest.

I met it, punch lashing out, knuckles colliding with a booming echo.

The clash rippled, gold and green igniting the wasteland in a fleeting blaze.

On King Kai's world, the psychic link trembled, halos glinting as they flinched.

"Whoa, feel that! Goten's not messing around," Goku said, eyes wide.

"Broly's a monster, but Goten's holding; this'll be good!" he grinned, bouncing.

Vegeta's scowl softened, interest sparking as he uncrossed his arms.

"Hmph, the brat's got guts; that power's no joke," he said, gruff.

"He's pushing back; let's see if he's got brains," he added, respect grudging.

Piccolo nodded, arms folded, eyes narrowing as he analyzed the unseen.

"Goten's trained for this, years of it; he's ready," he said firmly.

"Not just talent he's forged for it," he noted, confidence quiet.

Gohan stayed silent, fists clenched, worry and pride swelling within.

The planet shuddered, Broly's roar a primal anthem, our fists locked.

Air ignited around us, a storm of power promising more to come.

I pushed harder, blood singing, nerves alive with the legend's test.

This was no burial ground a proving ground, and I'd just begun.

"Let's see how far you take me," I muttered, ki surging brighter.

Broly's green flames flared, his bulk a wall of unrelenting force.

I grinned wider, meeting his charge, the clash a dance of titans.

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