Titan of Terror

The desolate planet quaked, a thunderous boom splitting the air as our fists collided.

The shockwave flattened the rusted fortress behind Broly, reducing it to twisted wreckage.

Dust spiraled upward, outlaws caught in the blast turning to ash, leaving a webbed crater in the earth.

I flew backward, skidding dozens of feet through the air before halting with a grunt.

Broly stood unmoved, his towering frame a monolith, the clash leaving him untouched.

My jaw tightened, unease creeping in as I shook my tingling fist.

It felt like punching cosmic steel, a wall forged beyond mortal means.

Broly's power in his mimic Super Saiyan state purple hair, simmering green aura was monstrous.

His body seemed built for Ultra Instinct, dwarfing all I'd faced before.

"This is just the warm up," I muttered, breath steadying, mind racing.

I recalled tales of Goku barely surviving this beast, a fluke I couldn't rely on.

Broly roared, a primal bellow rattling the ground, green flames flaring higher.

His bloodlust surged, stoked by combat's thrill, a predator unleashed.

A massive energy ball coalesced at his chest, grass green and pulsating.

It grew to boulder size in seconds, raw power without finesse.

He hurled it, the air screaming as it streaked toward me.

I darted aside in a flash, the blast carving a glowing sinkhole below.

The destruction rose like a tidal wave, a testament to his might.

I reappeared midair, fists clenched, blue sparks crackling around me.

Pushing past Super Saiyan, my hair spiked, aura sharpening Super Saiyan II bloomed.

"That's the legendary Super Saiyan?" I said, voice low, awe mixing with adrenaline.

His ki swelled, a tidal force making Lightning Cell a child's tantrum.

My full power Super Saiyan couldn't bridge this gap, a storm escalating fast.

Broly could crush worlds if he learned to aim, skills or not.

He unleashed a barrage, green energy balls erupting, peaks crumbling into rubble.

The ground pockmarked with craters, the planet morphed into apocalyptic ruin.

His hair shifted to vivid grass green, pupils vanishing into a white void.

His true legendary form ignited, a three meter giant of molten iron muscle.

"This… this is it," I breathed, heart pounding, his might outclassing Super Saiyan II.

Goku's desperate ki fusion barely dented him in stories a miracle I saw as fiction.

His empty eyes locked on me, a bloodthirsty grin splitting his face.

"You're not Kakarot," he growled, voice a demon's curse, slow and deliberate.

"But you reek of him his face, his blood; you'll do for a sacrifice."

He lunged, a blur despite his size, speed and strength a juggernaut.

His body was unyielding flesh and bone, radiating despair as he barreled forward.

I braced myself, the air thickening, instincts screaming at his impossible power.

His oppressive aura pressed down, a physical force I couldn't match head on.

"Too straightforward," I muttered, eyes narrowing, raising my right hand.

Golden ki swirled into a spinning disc, sharp and lethal above my palm.

"Kienzan Barrage!" I shouted, flinging it, summoning ten more razor edged blades.

They sliced through the dust choked air, a bid to carve through this titan.

On King Kai's rebuilt planet, the clash echoed through the psychic link.

The tiny orb of green and gold trembled faintly under the onlookers' feet.

Goku winced, halo tilting, rubbing his ears with a puzzled grin.

"What's with this Broly guy?" he asked, voice mixing confusion and curiosity.

"He's got serious beef with me, and I've never met him Vegeta, any ideas?"

He turned to the Saiyan prince, hoping for royal insight into the enigma.

Vegeta snorted, arms crossed tighter, scowl deepening as he looked away.

"Tch, how should I know?" he snapped, disdain dripping from his tone.

"Never heard of a Broly," he added, confidence wavering, pride stung anew.

"Kakarot, your kid and this freak outdo you," he muttered, irony biting deep.

"Some genius I am," he grumbled, years of rivalry flaring in his chest.

Piccolo stood silent, sharp gaze fixed on the invisible horizon.

"Broly's a force of nature, not a fighter," he said, voice steady and analytical.

"Goten's got skill, but that raw power's something else," he noted, pride simmering.

Gohan nodded beside him, fists clenched, worry etching his features.

"He's facing a monster we couldn't touch," he whispered, voice tense.

"Come on, Goten, you've got this," he urged, a brother's desperate cheer.

The Kienzan blades screamed toward Broly, golden edges glinting against his aura.

He charged, undeterred, massive fist reared back, slicing through the chaos.

I held my ground, breath hitching, his oppressive ght threatening to buckle me.

But I grinned, adrenaline fueling me, defiance threading my voice.

"Let's see how tough you really are," I said, discs closing in.

It was a gamble to pierce his legendary armor, to turn this fight my way.

The planet groaned, its surface a testament to Broly's wrath.

Craters and shattered peaks stretched to the horizon, a battlefield of chaos.

His speed defied his bulk, a hill of muscle moving like lightning.

I braced for impact, ki flaring brighter, ready to meet him blow for blow.

King Kai's crew leaned in, halos casting faint light, breath held tight.

The afterlife watched, a test of legend against will shaking the stars.

Broly's roar echoed, green flames surging, his fist a hammer of intent.

I stood firm, aura a golden storm, the clash a proving ground anew.

"Let's dance," I muttered, eyes locked on him, ready for the storm.

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