Twilight deepened over Mount Paozu, the sky bruising into purples and blues.
A cool breeze brushed my skin as I faced Paragus.
His one eyed gaze glinted with a dangerous edge.
His honeyed words of kingship rang hollow.
A twitch at his eye betrayed fierce resolve.
I'd seen that look ambition cloaked in submission.
Paragus wasn't here for peace.
His son's power lurked in every syllable.
His weathered face tightened, hand on his chest.
Half a month ago, alien tech pinged my existence.
It marked me a hybrid Saiyan, too strong.
I surpassed King Vegeta's old guard, a threat.
Paragus saw me as a weed to uproot.
"Kakarot's son, aren't you?" he said, voice oily.
He bowed deeper, tying me to Saiyan legacy.
"I fought with Bardock, good comrades," he lied.
I tilted my head, smirking at his deceit.
"You've got power to rebuild Planet Vegeta," he pressed.
"Claim the throne as king," he urged, kneeling.
"Don't turn it down," he begged, humility fake.
I saw through his mask, a time traveled warrior.
Broly's might had carved him a Southern Galaxy fiefdom.
I was an obstacle to crush, nothing more.
"Oh? King of the Saiyans?" I said, voice lilting.
I crossed my arms, feigning a thoughtful pause.
Titles meant nothing in the cosmos's sprawl.
Majin Buu, Gods of Destruction those were threats.
Power, raw and unyielding, was my true chase.
Paragus's crown paled against Broly's legendary bloodline.
That strength could redefine me, a prize worth all.
Paragus's eye gleamed, triumph sparking as he nodded.
"Yes! The universe will kneel," he rushed out.
"We'll serve, follow your every command," he promised.
Inside, he sneered, plotting my grave.
He thought me a fool, dreaming of crowns.
He'd spared Earth's beauty from Broly's wrath.
"Ruling the universe? Tempting," I said, pausing.
"Alright, I'm in," I shrugged, baiting his trap.
My pulse quickened, eager for Broly's might.
The system might let me claim his bloodline.
Paragus grinned, his grizzled face alight with glee.
"Wonderful! Our base is in the Southern Galaxy," he beamed.
He rose fast, certain I'd fall on arrival.
"Need to pack, or ready now?" he asked.
Impatience seeped through, hunger for my end.
Earth would be his once I was gone.
I waved dismissively, smirk widening as I stood.
"No prep; I'm itching to go," I said.
Truth edged my tone I craved Broly's clash.
His escalating power was a lure I couldn't resist.
"Perfect, let's move!" Paragus clapped, voice booming.
"My king, join us aboard," he said, bowing.
His crew snapped to attention, eyes wary.
A devilish smirk curled as I turned away.
He imagined my end under Broly's fists.
The aliens parted, forming a path to the ramp.
I strode up, boots ringing on cold metal.
The ship's interior glowed dim, humming alive.
Paragus followed, crew's footsteps a staccato beat.
The hatch hissed shut, sealing us in tight.
Engines roared, shaking Mount Paozu as we lifted.
Earth's green expanse shrank, lost to starry void.
The Southern Galaxy lay three days ahead.
The command deck buzzed, scarred warriors at posts.
Paragus barked orders, his crew Frieza's relics.
I leaned on a bulkhead, arms crossed, watching.
"Comfortable, my king?" he asked, tone syrupy.
Stars streaked past the viewport in white lines.
"Fine here," I said, voice flat, senses sharp.
Broly wasn't aboard his ki would've screamed.
Paragus's confidence reeked of a deadly trap.
I let him stew, anticipation burning inside.
The promise of legendary power fueled my fire.
No title could match Broly's bloodline prize.
The journey stretched, hours bleeding into days.
The ship's hum droned, a constant void pulse.
Paragus spun tales of Saiyan glory reborn.
He painted a Vegeta under my rule, luring.
I nodded, half hearing, mind fixed on Broly.
His strength grew without effort, a dream bloodline.
It could push me past Ultra Instinct, beyond.
On the third day, a barren system glowed hazy.
A desolate planet loomed, cracked under yellow sky.
"Our new home," Paragus grinned, arm sweeping wide.
The ship descended, dust swirling beneath its gear.
I straightened, pulse racing, the game shifting now.
His scheme was set, but I was ready.
Broly's power awaited, a prize I'd claim.
"Let's see your plan," I muttered, smirking.
My gi rustled as I stepped toward the hatch.
Paragus's crew tensed, sensing the storm brewing.
The ramp lowered, revealing a jagged wasteland.
I walked out, boots crunching on dry earth.
Air thickened with dust, the tang of metal faint.
Paragus trailed, his eye glinting with intent.
"This is where it begins," he said, triumphant.
He thought me blind to his son's threat.
I grinned, ki simmering, ready for the showdown.
The Southern Galaxy stretched, a battlefield uncharted.
Broly's legendary might pulsed closer I felt it.
"Let the game play out," I thought, unyielding.
The wind howled, carrying thunder from a distant storm.
Jagged cliffs loomed like silent, ancient sentinels.
Paragus gestured to a path, leading to a fortress.
It was carved into a cliff, rusted and bleak.
"This way, my king," he said, voice falsely warm.
His eye promised my demise, a predator's glint.
I followed, steps steady, thrill burning in my veins.
Broly's ki pulsed faint but growing, a beast stirring.
My smirk deepened, blood singing with anticipation.
This wasn't a trap for me, but my battlefield.
The fortress loomed closer, a blemish on the wasteland.
Paragus's crew flanked us, armor clinking softly.
Their scarred faces set grim, sensing the tension.
I sensed Broly's presence now, a storm awakening.
The air crackled, the storm drawing closer still.
A fitting backdrop for the clash I craved.
"Let's dance," I whispered, ki flaring beneath calm.
Paragus's plan was unraveling, his confidence brittle.
I'd steal the spotlight, Broly's strength my goal.
The Southern Galaxy would witness a legend's rise.
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