The spacecraft's engines faded to a hum, touching down on a barren Southern Galaxy planet.
Its cracked, reddish crust crunched beneath the landing gear, a stark contrast to Earth's green.
Three days of travel led me here, Paragus's promises echoing as I stepped onto the lifeless soil.
A wasteland of jagged cliffs and dust storms stretched out, ki signatures huddled in one spot.
I scanned the horizon, boots sinking into dry earth, turning to Paragus with a raised brow.
"This is your grand new Vegeta?" I asked, voice dry with amusement.
"Gotta say, your taste in real estate's pretty grim," I added, smirking.
Paragus shuffled forward, tattered Saiyan armor glinting under twin suns.
His one eye darted nervously, settling into a forced smile as he bowed.
"Yes, yes, my king, you're right," he said, tone dripping with false deference.
"It's bleak, but Saiyan raw, untamed; we'll pick better once you're crowned," he promised.
His words hid irritation, a velvet glove over a fist he'd never unclench.
I let his flattery slide, smirking as we trudged through rocky outcrops.
Wind whipped grit against my gi, the path winding past silent stone sentinels.
A squat fortress emerged, carved into a cliff, its rusted walls bare of life.
Outlaws guarded the entrance, scarred and armored, survivors of lawless worlds.
My eyes skipped them, locking onto Broly, a towering figure among the rabble.
Over two meters tall, he dwarfed them, muscle rippling, dark hair wild.
Golden restraints glinted at his neck and wrists, a control device on his brow.
His gaze, timid at first, snapped to me, calm shattering in an instant.
Eyes blazed with feral intensity, teeth bared, a murderous aura erupting thick.
"Grr…" he growled, fists clenching, the ground trembling under his power.
A beast stirred from its cage, barely contained, a storm ready to break.
"Kneel to King Vegeta!" the outlaws chanted, dropping to their knees.
Their voices rasped in unison, a ragged chorus, but Broly stood firm.
His glare fixed on me, a predator sizing prey, unbowed and fierce.
"Broly!" Paragus barked, voice sharp, fumbling with a remote in panic.
The device flashed harsh light, pulsing, forcing Broly's rage to subside.
His features smoothed to eerie calm, tension lingering like a coiled spring.
Paragus turned, smile tight, wiping sweat as he gestured to his son.
"My king, forgive him; this is Broly, my boy," he said, tone casual.
"He gets unstable sometimes, no worry," he lied, masking the truth.
I saw through it Broly's ki spiked at me, triggered by Dad's echo.
My face, my voice, had tripped a wire, a grudge I hadn't earned.
I stepped closer, smirk fading, voice dropping to a cool edge.
"Cut the act, old man," I said, words slicing his pretense.
"You dragged me here for Broly to kill me, clear your throne path."
"Think I'm blind to that?" I asked, exposing his trap early.
"What?" Paragus stammered, eye widening, shock rippling across his face.
He raced to grasp how I'd unraveled his buried scheme.
"You knew?" he muttered, voice hoarse, dread warring with confusion.
I'd walked into his snare willingly, unafraid, a force he'd misjudged.
"Yeah, I knew," I said, folding my arms, ki simmering beneath calm.
"Legendary Super Saiyan or not, I'm here for him, not your crown."
"What's it gonna be?" I challenged, confidence a wall he couldn't breach.
Paragus froze, his plan crumbling, me a wildcard he couldn't predict.
Far off, King Kai's planet glowed, halos hovering above familiar heads.
Goku lounged against a tree, spiky hair unchanged even in death.
Gohan paced, scholarly calm fraying, hearing my voice via psychic link.
Vegeta stood apart, arms crossed, scowl fixed, drawn to the drama.
"Goten knows Paragus's game, so why go?" Gohan asked, brow furrowed.
His halo bobbed, worry creasing his face as he turned to Goku.
"It's a fight with Broly; doesn't make sense," he added, puzzled.
Goku scratched his head, grin sheepish, shrugging with bright curiosity.
"Beats me!" he said, eyes sparkling at the brawl he couldn't join.
"Maybe this legendary Super Saiyan's a big deal; Goten's testing him."
"Kid's stronger than us, Super Saiyan II at nine," he bet, excited.
Vegeta snorted, lip curling, shooting Goku a sharp sidelong glare.
"Don't be an idiot, Kakarot; he's not you, chasing fights for kicks."
"He's smarter, playing an angle; he'll come out stronger," he growled.
His rivalry burned, grudging respect buried in his afterlife pride.
Gohan nodded slowly, Vegeta's words clicking as he glanced at King Kai.
"Maybe he's after Broly's power, something we don't get," he mused.
"That Ultra Instinct on Cell we never saw it here," he reasoned.
Goku laughed, clapping hands, naivety unshaken as he leaned in.
"Well, I'm hooked now!" he said, excitement infectious and bright.
"Let's see what Goten's got," he urged, trio settling to listen.
King Kai's planet thrummed, an oasis of the dead tied to my clash.
Back on the planet, air thickened, outlaws shifting as Paragus hardened.
"You think you can take him?" he said low, gripping the controller.
Broly's ki pulsed, my grin wide, blood singing at the prize ahead.
The legendary Super Saiyan loomed, a fight to redefine me wholly.
"Let's find out," I said, stance firm, ready for the storm.
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