Echoes of Divinity

The desolate planet shuddered under Broly's wrath, its cracked surface a testament to his unrelenting fury.

I hovered midair, the air thick with dust, my Super Saiyan II aura flaring gold and blue against the sickly yellow sky.

Below, the ground bore scars of our clash craters yawned wide, fissures snaked outward, a battlefield born of chaos.

I'd unleashed a flurry of Kienzan discs, Krillin's technique spinning from my hands, their golden edges slicing toward Broly.

He charged, a three meter titan of muscle and rage, his grass green hair wild, showing no hint of evasion.

His fighting style was a blunt force, devoid of thought a flaw I aimed to pierce with these razor sharp blades.

The discs closed in, a meter from his chest, when Broly roared, his bellow shaking loose pebbles from the cliffs.

His green aura erupted like a wildfire, a shield of raw ki that met my attack with unyielding power.

"What?" I gasped, eyes widening as the Kienzan faltered, cracks splitting their surfaces with a sharp snap.

They shattered into golden sparks, dissipating harmlessly, leaving Broly's charge unbroken, his speed a relentless storm.

His fist swung, a brutal jab aimed at my core, and I threw up my arms, the impact a cosmic hammer against my bones.

Pain jolted through me, my body skidding back a hundred feet, boots carving twin trenches in the brittle earth.

Broly's palm flared green, energy pooling into a dozen shotgun like blasts that streaked toward me with lethal intent.

I leaped skyward, the ground exploding below in a deafening rumble, new sinkholes blooming like wounds in the planet's crust.

"No dodging this guy," I muttered, sweat beading on my brow, my aura crackling with renewed intensity.

"It's all or nothing," I added, resolve hardening as I faced the truth a protracted fight was suicide against him.

Broly's power swelled with every heartbeat, an endless escalation, his legendary Super Saiyan form a wellspring unchecked.

"Quick and decisive," I said under my breath, my fists clenching, "or it's Ultra Instinct to finish this."

My goal burned bright to claim his bloodline through the system, a prize worth any risk, but survival was paramount.

Another green energy ball formed at his chest, massive and pulsating, its glow casting eerie shadows across the wasteland.

He launched it, the air screaming as it streaked toward me, and I flickered aside, the blast cratering the earth below.

Broly's strength was monstrous, each attack a tidal wave, yet his rampage state left him predictable, a lifeline I clung to.

"Strong, but sloppy," I thought, a grim smile tugging at my lips, my speed a match for his brute force.

His blank eyes tracked me, his towering silhouette a dark omen against the horizon, his aura a suffocating ght.

I danced around his barrages, weaving through the chaos, my mid tier Super Saiyan II agility keeping me just out of reach.

Each near miss sent my pulse racing, his oppressive might a physical force, but I braced for the next move, plan forming.

Across the cosmos, King Kai's tiny planet floated in the afterlife's golden haze, its lush grass a stark contrast to my battlefield.

Goku paced the short expanse, his halo glinting, his usual grin replaced by a tight frown as he listened to the psychic link.

"That Broly's a powder keg," he said, glancing at Piccolo, "all fury and no brakes his aura's ballooning fast."

"It's nothing like us," he added, voice tense, fists clenched as the echoes of our fight buzzed through the air.

Piccolo stood like a sentinel, his cape fluttering, his sharp eyes narrowed with analytical calm.

"He's a different breed," he said, arms crossed, "we burn out in Super Saiyan; he just climbs higher."

"Goten's in deep," he warned, "if this drags on, that monster's going to bury him alive."

Gohan stepped forward, his halo bobbing, his fists balled tight with a mix of hope and desperation.

"Come on, Goten!" he cheered, voice ringing out, "You're Earth's last shot don't let him win!"

"If he falls, who's left for what's coming?" he whispered, faith in me warring with the fear of our legacy's end.

Vegeta snorted, his scowl deepening, his glare cutting to Goku as he stood with arms crossed.

"You're all panicking like fools," he snapped, tone gruff, "the brat's got a gap, but he's not done."

"He took Cell when odds were worse," he grudged, a flicker of respect seeping through his disdain.

King Kai floated forward, his small frame dwarfed by the warriors, his antenna twitching as he raised a hand.

"You worry too much," he said, voice grave, "yes, Broly's a beast, and Goten's outmatched right now."

"But recall two months ago," he continued, eyes glinting, "he crushed Cell with a divine surge godly power beyond us."

Goku's jaw dropped, his grin snapping back as he scratched his head, awe lighting his face.

"The power of a god?" he asked, eyes wide, "Goten? King Kai, you serious no way!"

"He's got no master," he marveled, "how's a kid like that tapping into something divine?"

Piccolo's gaze sharpened, his mind flashing to that moment, a hint of otherworldly force he'd missed until now.

"If that's true," he said, tone measured, "it's no fluke; Cell's fall wasn't just Super Saiyan II."

"A god's power explains it," he mused, piecing it together, a mentor's pride simmering beneath his calm.

Vegeta's arms dropped, his growl low, his pride stinging as he wrestled with the revelation.

"A Saiyan with divine power?" he muttered, "If King Kai's not lying, that brat's leagues beyond us."

"What kind of monster are we raising?" he questioned, the notion gnawing at his royal ego.

Gohan's eyes softened, a smile breaking through, his voice quiet but firm as he looked to King Kai.

"Then he's got a shot," he said, faith renewed, "if he's touched that power once, he can do it again."

"He's not just our warrior," he affirmed, "he's something more Broly doesn't stand a chance."

King Kai nodded, his expression serene, a rare certainty in his tone as he watched the unseen battle.

"It's real," he said, words a quiet thunder, "I felt it when Cell fell a godly breath mortals can't sense."

"Goten's path is extraordinary," he promised, "whether he knows it or not, this fight's just the start."

Back on the planet, Broly roared, his massive frame a silhouette of rage, another energy ball blazing toward me.

I dodged, my body a blur, a flicker of that same divine power stirring deep within, a whisper from two months ago.

"Time to end this," I said, aura surging, ready to tap Ultra Instinct if needed, my blood singing with purpose.

The battlefield trembled, rocks levitating in the chaos, a proving ground where destiny's fire burned bright.

I squared my shoulders, my gi tattered, every nerve alive with the challenge of this titan's might.

Broly's green flames flared higher, his blank eyes locked on me, a bloodthirsty grin splitting his face.

His voice rumbled, a devil's growl, "You're not Kakarot, but you'll bleed for him just the same."

He charged, speed defying his bulk, the ground quaking as he closed the gap, fist reared back.

I braced myself, ki flaring brighter, a grin matching his as I prepared to meet him head on.

"Let's see what you've got," I taunted, voice steady, the clash a test of legend against something greater.

King Kai's words echoed in my mind, unbidden, a hint of divinity I hadn't named but felt in my core.

"Godly or not," I thought, fists ready, "I'm taking you down, Broly your bloodline's mine."

The planet's crust split wider, a storm of dust and energy swirling, the fight teetering on a razor's edge.

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