c15: Broly's Ambition
"Welcome to Tokyo Midday News. I'm news anchor Chisa Murata."
"I'm news anchor Junichi Watanabe."
"In recent days, a large-scale human explosion incident occurred in Chitashiro, Tokyo. According to the investigation, a total of 10 residents' bodies exploded without warning.
This has attracted the attention of relevant departments. According to relevant departments and experts, the victims' bodies likely suffered a violent impact in an instant, similar to being struck by an overwhelming external force beyond human capability."
"The situation is still under investigation, and relevant departments and the police are intensifying their efforts to find the cause."
"Okay, let's look at the next news item, also about an incident in Chitashiro.
Today, the television station received over 1,000 reports from residents.
A large-scale hair-pulling incident occurred today. Many people had their hair forcibly pulled out inexplicably while walking on the street, and some even experienced the same phenomenon within their own homes without any visible perpetrator."
"Some experts suspect it's an undiscovered extraterrestrial organism, possibly similar to parasitic lifeforms described in speculative biology."
"Other experts suspect it's a supernatural phenomenon..."
Just after Chisa Murata finished her first segment, she suddenly felt a strand of hair being violently pulled away from her scalp.
At that exact moment, Broly, whose body possessed overwhelming Saiyan power far exceeding normal warriors, moved at a speed comparable to high-speed combat movements seen among elite fighters in the Dragon Ball world, instantly plucking a single strand of her hair without being detected.
Then, with the same precise control, he reached toward the man beside her and removed one of his hairs as well.
To Broly, this extremely delicate action was not merely for identification, it was also a method of restraining and refining his ki control. Unlike the uncontrolled explosive growth of power he experienced in battle, this required suppressing his immense energy to a microscopic level, similar in principle to how martial artists like Son Goku learned to regulate their ki during training under masters such as Master Roshi.
Broly felt that his control over his own ki, his life energy was gradually improving.
At the same time, after repeated testing, Broly confirmed that the targets did not exhibit abnormal internal reactions. There was no foreign ki fluctuation like the abnormal energy signatures often sensed by experienced fighters.
Finally, Broly concluded that these individuals were not parasites and silently withdrew.
On the other hand, Murata Chisa, whose hair had been plucked, wanted to cry out in pain, but since it was a live broadcast, as a professional announcer, she forcibly endured it, her eyes slightly reddened.
She glanced at her colleague beside her and noticed his expression had also subtly twisted, clearly indicating he had experienced the same sudden pain.
"..."
After a long day of activity, Broly and Su Xiaoyou finally returned to their temporary resting place, and Naruto also came back.
Now the three of them gathered together to eat and replenish their physical strength.
Today's harvest was not bad, they had eliminated over 70 parasites. However, the news only reported 10 casualties. It was obvious that some force was deliberately suppressing the scale of the incident, likely to prevent societal panic, much like how governments in the Dragon Ball world often concealed large-scale destruction caused by powerful fighters.
After finishing their meal, Broly carried the two of them and flew directly into the sky, leaving Tokyo's Chitashiro behind as they headed toward Osaka.
Flight, for a Saiyan, was an application of ki manipulation, something that elite warriors could perform effortlessly once they mastered energy control.
The reason for going to Osaka was simple: the parasites in Tokyo were likely already on high alert, either fleeing or hiding themselves deeply.
In such a situation, continuing to search in Chitashiro would yield diminishing returns. It was more efficient to move to a new location where the enemy remained unaware.
At the same time, Broly spoke calmly to the two of them:
"From now on, besides pulling out hair, Naruto, if you see anyone bald or wearing a wig, report their location immediately.
After what we've done these past few days, the parasites have adapted. They've shaved their heads or concealed themselves with wigs to avoid detection."
Naruto frowned slightly and asked, "I have a question… don't the parasites just hide completely? What if they stop appearing altogether?"
Broly shook his head.
"No. These creatures have already integrated themselves into human society. Just like how Saiyans once relied on planetary systems and coordinated missions under Frieza's army, organisms like these depend on structure and stability.
If they all suddenly hid, society would collapse into chaos, which would be counterproductive for them."
He paused briefly before continuing:
"It's like raising livestock. Would you rather they remain calm and productive, or descend into chaos and destroy their own environment?
Besides, we're heading to Osaka, a completely different region. Information doesn't spread instantly. They won't realize what's happening yet."
"I understand now," Naruto nodded, finally grasping the logic.
Soon after, the group arrived in Osaka.
They resumed their methods, pulling hair even more aggressively, ensuring that even wigs with adhesive couldn't conceal anything abnormal.
However, this time, Broly's actions led to unintended consequences.
Several completely ordinary bald civilians were mistakenly attacked.
When Broly struck them, expecting to expose parasites, he found no abnormal organism, no secondary entity, no hidden lifeform—only shattered human bodies.
However, he chose not to tell Su Xiaoyou, the overly compassionate girl sitting on his shoulder.
Broly's earlier assumption had been correct.
The parasites had indeed taken precautions shaving their heads and wearing wigs secured with adhesive.
They had adapted.
And they had learned.
At the moment of his first mistaken kill, Broly clearly felt discomfort. His fists trembled slightly.
This reaction was not unfamiliar—in the Dragon Ball manga, Saiyans who retained empathy, like Son Goku, showed hesitation when harming innocents, a trait linked to a higher concentration of S-Cells, which were associated with gentleness and emotional stability.
However, as the number of accidental killings increased, something within Broly began to change.
He gradually adapted.
And then disturbingly, he began to feel something else.
A sense of exhilaration.
The sound of bodies being crushed under overwhelming force… bones shattering… blood vessels bursting…
To him, it began to resemble a strange form of release.
Like tearing paper apart as a child.
Or smashing objects just to hear them break.
A primitive, destructive instinct buried deep within Saiyan biology was awakening.
His expression grew increasingly feral, his attacks more violent. Each punch not only obliterated targets but also blasted craters into the concrete streets.
Normally, Broly constantly suppressed his power.
Ever since childhood much like his original counterpart who was restrained by Paragus using a control device, his overwhelming energy had always been something he feared losing control over.
He felt as though his entire existence was wrapped in invisible restraints.
But now…
Those restraints were cracking.
And the sensation was intoxicating.
His punches became stronger.
Faster.
More reckless.
Su Xiaoyou, perched on his shoulder, immediately sensed the change.
Even without seeing everything clearly, she could feel it
The shift in his aura.
Cold.
Violent.
Unstable.
Like a storm barely contained.
"Broly…"
"Broly!"
"Broly, what's wrong with you?!"
Her final shout carried all her strength.
That voice pierced through the haze.
Broly suddenly froze.
Looking down at his blood-covered hands and body, he stood motionless, his mind briefly blank.
"Broly, what's wrong?"
"...Nothing. I'm just… a little tired. Let's stop for tonight."
His voice carried a trace of exhaustion and something else.
Suppression.
"Okay… but if something's wrong, you have to tell me," Su Xiaoyou said softly, concern evident in her eyes.
They returned to their hotel, entering through the window once again.
Broly stepped into the bathroom and sank into the bathtub, hugging his knees tightly, curling into himself.
"I… lost control."
"For a few minutes… I don't even remember what I did."
His breathing grew heavier.
"If this keeps happening… if the time I lose consciousness keeps increasing…"
"...will I still be myself?"
Silence filled the room.
Broly's expression darkened.
He didn't want to become a mindless berserker.
Not like the uncontrollable state often associated with the Legendary Super Saiyan transformation—a form known in Saiyan legend for overwhelming power but equally overwhelming loss of reason.
He began searching through his memories.
Saiyans were a warrior race, yes.
But not all of them were mindless killers.
In the Dragon Ball manga, most Saiyans were indeed ruthless, conquering planets under Frieza's command, but individuals like Son Goku and Vegeta demonstrated that personality could change through environment and personal growth.
Goku, in particular, had his aggressive Saiyan instincts suppressed after hitting his head as a child, allowing his gentle nature and high S-Cell count to flourish.
This raised a terrifying possibility in Broly's mind.
Was his current instability the result of his Saiyan biology?
Or something even deeper, Something unique to him as a Legendary Saiyan?
In the original records, Broly's power would continuously rise, his ki overflowing endlessly, eventually overwhelming his own sanity.
But in another version, he retained his rationality, even forming bonds with others.
What caused that difference?
Environment?
Emotional triggers?
Control over ki?
Or the influence of someone like Paragus, who once tried to restrain him?
Broly clenched his fists.
"...Which one am I?"
"I've definitely transmigrated into this body…"
"And if that's true…"
"Then I can't afford to lose control."
"Because once a Saiyan loses control of his power"
"He doesn't just destroy his enemies."
"He destroys everything."
Broly of Dragon Ball Super, yet he still goes insane. Suddenly, a thought flashes through his mind: the Broly in Dragon Ball Super had indeed worn a special control device created by his father, Paragus, ever since childhood, a restraint collar designed to suppress his continuously surging power and prevent him from losing control of his mind due to his abnormally high battle power that exceeded even elite Saiyans at birth.
That device wasn't just ordinary equipment, it functioned as both a limiter and a failsafe. Whenever Broly's emotions spiraled out of control, Paragus could activate it remotely, forcibly suppressing his ki and even electrocuting him to stop a rampage. This alone proved that Broly's instability wasn't accidental, but something deeply rooted in his Saiyan physiology and unique mutation.
If that's the case, it makes sense. After all this time, he still can't fully control his power. Even without transforming into a Super Saiyan, his base power alone could spiral out of control, especially when influenced by anger or combat instincts, and he could go berserk at any moment, just like the "Wrathful State" shown in battle destroying everything around him indiscriminately.
What's the point of life then?
If he really destroys everything and everyone, reducing cities to rubble like Saiyans once did under Frieza's command, what would be left afterward?
How boring would that be?
He couldn't help but recall how Saiyans in the past conquered planets only to sell them, treating entire civilizations as disposable commodities. That kind of existence endless destruction with no personal enjoyment was something Broly found increasingly meaningless.
He wonders what the villains in anime are thinking, constantly shouting about destroying the world, it doesn't benefit them at all.
No games to play, no novels to read, no comics to read, no movies to watch, no TV series to follow, and certainly no beautiful companions to enjoy life with what's the point of such a barren existence?
Even someone like Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans, despite his pride and ruthless upbringing, still pursued strength, status, and eventually even family and personal satisfaction. Destruction alone had never been the end goal, it was merely a means.
Wouldn't it be better to control the entire world, just like how Frieza ruled vast portions of the universe, and have it serve you instead of annihilating it?
Broly's original plan was clear.
He would return to Earth not as a destroyer, but as a ruler.
He would dominate it completely, using overwhelming power like a true Saiyan warrior, but instead of chaos, he would impose order creating an environment far more comfortable than his previous life.
He wanted to live in the most luxurious and comfortable palace in this world; if such a place didn't exist, he would simply construct it himself using resources gathered under absolute authority.
He wanted a hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand attendants of different styles and personalities.
With Saiyan stamina and physical ability far beyond human limits, Broly believed this wasn't even an exaggeration.
Then, he would vigorously develop the entertainment industry.
The novel industry, the game industry, the comic industry, the animation industry, and the film and television industry—all of them would be fully supported under his rule.
After all, compared to meaningless destruction, this was a far more "civilized" use of power.
Don't think he didn't know those authors who update irregularly, or only release one or two chapters a day, were simply being lazy.
In his previous life, he even had a roommate named Huang Yu who wrote novels. That guy only spent about two hours writing two chapters daily, while wasting the rest of his time playing games and scrolling through short videos.
From Broly's perspective, this kind of inefficiency was unacceptable.
People like that should be locked up and made to write at least ten chapters a day or be exiled to harsh environments like frozen wastelands to reflect on their laziness.
As for comics, although he acknowledged that drawing was more time-consuming and required greater effort, updating five chapters a day still seemed like a reasonable standard.
After all
"I'm not some kind of devil," Broly muttered inwardly.
When it came to animation, he would invest heavily using vast amounts of resources to create high-quality models, fluid motion, and visually appealing character designs.
Especially the female characters.
They had to look perfect.
As for TV series, he would demand high-quality productions better scripts, better actors, and significantly increased budgets for special effects, ensuring that every series met top-tier standards.
And most importantly, enough with the endless romance plots.
"I'm really sick of romance," Broly thought with a frown.
It was one thing for youth dramas to include romance.
Fine.
Even modern dramas could justify it.
But why did every single genre rely on it?
Historical dramas.
Fantasy worlds.
Martial arts stories.
Xuanhuan settings.
Detective mysteries.
Educational series.
Post-apocalyptic survival.
Science fiction explorations.
And yet they all forced romance into the narrative.
It was completely unnecessary.
Do TV series these days collapse without romance?
And those expressionless actors with no real acting ability, those trainees who trained for a short time yet relied entirely on appearance, those performers who lacked presence
Broly felt nothing but irritation.
In the Saiyan culture, strength determined status. Weakness and incompetence had no place.
If you couldn't perform, you were discarded.
Simple.
...
Thinking about all this, Broly suddenly felt a wave of despair.
The future he imagined comfort, control, enjoyment might disappear at any moment if he lost control of his own power.
If he became like the uncontrollable Legendary Super Saiyan described in Saiyan lore, a being of pure destruction driven by ever-increasing battle power, then none of those ambitions would matter.
He let out a long sigh and raised his hand, combing his hair back slowly.
At that moment
Knock. Knock.
A gentle sound echoed from the door.
"Um... Broly, may I come in?"
It was Su Xiaoyou's voice.
Broly, still inside the bathtub, suddenly stiffened.
Given what he knew about human interactions and considering her personality was this girl actually planning to come in and help him bathe?
For a moment, even his unstable Saiyan thoughts paused completely.
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