A caustic wind howled across the scorched plains of Planet Vampa, blowing clouds of greenish dust into the twilight sky. Launch—currently in her blonde, aggressive personality—gripped her rifle, each footstep crunching on the spongy, organic soil. She glanced over her shoulder at Gojo Satoru, who strolled behind her with his usual calm confidence, the tails of his blindfold fluttering in the breeze.
"I can't believe we found an actual person out here," Launch muttered. "I figured this planet was just a nest of weird creatures."
Gojo shrugged. "Guess we're not the only ones who visits inhospitable places."
They'd encountered a solitary figure kneeling amid jagged rocks—tall, scarred, wearing tattered armor and a pelt. He'd identified himself as Broly, though he seemed uncertain of everything else. His voice was timid, his manner docile, and despite his imposing build, he acted more like a nervous wanderer than a fighter.
When they first spoke, Broly shyly explained that he lived off local creatures, constantly defending himself from Vampa's brutal wildlife. Gojo sensed latent power within him—something huge and primal—but it lay dormant under layers of confusion. Launch eyed him warily, rifle lowered but ready, while Gojo offered a warm introduction, Infinity held softly in check to appear non-threatening.
"Name's Gojo," he said. "We're travelers. Came here by choice—or maybe by mistake. Hard to say."
Broly simply nodded, glancing down at the broken collar around his neck. "I've been here… as long as I can remember. It's not… it's not nice, but it's what I know."
Launch folded her arms, hair flicking in the acrid breeze. "You're welcome to come with us if you want off this rock."
A flicker of hope crossed Broly's face, followed by apprehension. "I… I'm not sure," he mumbled.
Even as he spoke, Gojo read subtle cues—his Six Eyes discerned a well of potential that overshadowed most people. Yet Broly remained subdued, quiet, no sign of violence in him.
"Look," Gojo said gently. "No pressure. We just wanted to meet the only other person on this planet."
Broly managed a small, uncertain smile. "I—thanks."
Signs of Trouble
Over the next few hours, the trio remained in Broly's makeshift shelter—a cave with ragged furs, half-eaten carapaces of local beasts, and meager water gleaned from dripping stalactites. They spoke haltingly about life beyond Vampa.
At first, Broly listened with childlike curiosity. But gradually, Launch noticed subtle changes in his demeanor: small twitches, an edge to his voice when describing the planet's predators, or how his father, long gone, now had forced him to train relentlessly. Something simmered beneath his soft-spoken exterior, a tension that threatened to boil over.
Gojo picked up on it too. His Infinity bristled whenever Broly's emotions spiked, as if responding to an unseen threat. Yet the Saiyan held it together, clutching at the broken collar as though it symbolized restraints that no longer existed.
Late into their conversation, the local fauna started howling outside—a territorial cry that resonated across the canyon. Broly's face grew ashen. "They're coming again," he whispered. "Giant worms… I can fight them, but it never ends."
"Worms, huh?" Launch said, flipping the safety off her rifle. "Let's handle it."
The group stepped out to find monstrous, centipede-like creatures slithering across the gloom. Their segmented bodies and serrated mandibles gleamed under the planet's greenish glow. Broly shifted into a combat stance, swallowing nervously.
"Stay back," Gojo offered, Infinity shimmering. "We can cover you—"
But Broly shook his head. "No. I'm used to them."
He leapt forward with surprising agility, fists colliding with the lead worm's armored carapace. Though docile in manner, Broly's raw strength was immense. Each blow cracked exoskeleton plating and sent the worms screeching in retreat. Launch peppered the pack with gunfire, while Gojo's Infinity easily deflected their acid spits.
In minutes, they drove off the monsters, leaving behind a few twitching bodies. Broly exhaled, adrenaline burning in his wide eyes. "They'll be back," he muttered. "They always come."
"Then come with us," Launch insisted. "No point staying here."
Broly hesitated, glancing down at the ruined collar again. "I—"
Suddenly, a tremor of rage flitted across his face. He clamped his eyes shut, breathing harshly. "I can't… I can't just leave. This was my father's—" He tugged at the collar, voice cracking.
Something snapped. His ki spiked in an abrupt flash, swirling green, but he forcibly suppressed it. "Sorry," he muttered, trembling. "I just… let's talk inside."
Gojo and Launch exchanged a worried look, but they followed him back into the cave.
Hours passed. They made a crude fire, ate dried rations Launch offered, and tried to reassure Broly that he had options—he didn't need to remain marooned. Yet the more they pressed, the more unsettled he seemed. Childhood memories—harsh training, survival hunts, fear of an explosive rage—flickered in his eyes.
Gojo, using his empathic read of cursed energy, sensed a building storm. "Broly, it's okay," he kept saying, Infinity subdued. "No one's forcing you."
But the Saiyan's breath came fast. "I… sorry, I feel strange." He winced, as if in pain. "My father… he used that collar to control me. If it broke, it meant I might—"
A jolt of ominous ki flared again, then receded. Launch, alarmed, saw the sweat dripping down Broly's face. "You're not alone," she tried to soothe him.
He half-smiled at her kindness, but the swirl of power around him refused to quiet. His body tensed, as though battling an internal tide. Eventually, Gojo put a hand on Broly's shoulder—gently—and that was enough to break whatever fragile composure remained.
"I'M SORRY!" Broly shouted, voice echoing through the cavern. His aura exploded outward in a burst of greenish gold. Rock walls cracked, the ground trembling beneath their feet.
In an instant, the docile figure was gone. Broly's eyes glowed, muscles swelling as raw Saiyan power surged. Yet initially, it was more confusion than full rage. He staggered about the cave, clutching at his head. "Stay… away," he hissed, half-lucid.
Launch took a protective stance, rifle raised. "He's losing it, Gojo."
Gojo nodded, stepping between them and Broly. "He's not in control. Let's just calm him—"
But Broly howled, aura flaring, and lunged. Gojo shielded them with Infinity, easily blocking the blow. For the next hour, the two tested each other in bursts of frantic conflict throughout the canyon outside. Broly's power soared, but in these early phases, Gojo dominated, Infinity halting every wild punch. With controlled blasts of Blue or Red, he knocked Broly back again and again, refusing to escalate to "Black" prematurely.
Exhaustion came for Broly faster than progress. Each time he tried to muster more power, Gojo's Infinity neutralized the flailing attacks. Launch picked off the occasional stray ki blast with her rifle, all while staying out of Broly's direct line of sight.
"Broly, snap out of it," Gojo kept urging. "You're not alone anymore!"
Yet the Saiyan's eyes remained dazed, snarling with frustration. His aura flickered from bright green to a dull glow, then back again. For hours, his repeated attempts to break Infinity failed. Eventually, he fell to his knees, panting, tears of rage and confusion streaming down his cheeks.
Gojo sighed with relief, stepping forward. "Thank goodness. Maybe we can—"
But just as Gojo extended a hand, Broly let out a guttural cry that rattled the entire valley. Something deeper unlocked in his ki. The green aura crackled with golden sparks, and a swirling vortex of power enveloped him, turning day to night in a swirl of dust.
"What the…?" Launch gasped, wincing behind a rocky outcrop.
Gojo's Six Eyes blazed with alarm. He saw Broly's power multiplying at an astronomical rate, far outstripping the earlier hours. This wasn't just raw anger—it was an actual transformation. The Saiyan's hair flashed greenish gold, a savage light in his eyes. The ground caved beneath his feet, forming a crater that expanded outward.
"Is this some kind of Super Saiyan form?" Gojo thought, Infinity flaring on reflex. "But it feels… more."
Broly roared, all rational thought buried under primal Saiyan fury. This new form pulsed with unstoppable potential, each second forging an even greater surge. Launch watched, heart pounding, as the once-clumsy attacks from earlier turned precise and unrelenting. Broly charged at Gojo with a monstrous punch that smashed into Infinity, and for the first time, Gojo felt Infinity buckle from brute force.
"What—?!" Gojo managed to say before Broly hammered him again.
The shockwaves of Broly's assault roiled the atmosphere. Rocks disintegrated, entire chunks of canyon launched skyward. In mere moments, Broly had progressed from manageable to terrifying. Now, Gojo faced an opponent whose power grew exponentially with each blow.
For a solid hour more, Gojo held the advantage. Despite Broly's new transformation, Infinity remained an almost insurmountable barrier. Any direct strike, no matter how strong, halted mere millimeters away from Gojo's body. The sorcerer responded with measured blasts of Blue or Red, repelling Broly across the crater. Sometimes Gojo pinned him with gravity pulses, sometimes he formed small-scale Hollow Purple to slam Broly into rock walls—never fully unleashing "Black" to avoid catastrophic damage.
During this time, Launch watched in awe. Even in the face of a power that soared with each passing minute, Gojo's absolute command of Infinity and cursed energy manipulation let him maintain control. He calmly weaved through Broly's wild swings, neutralized each rush, and hammered back with punishing technique.
Yet Broly refused to stay down. Each time he was knocked back, he rose with stronger ki. When the second hour of combat neared its close, Broly's aura had climbed so high it distorted the air around him with static crackles, and a monstrous glint burned in his eyes.
"H-he's still getting up…" Launch stuttered, blonde hair whipped by the shockwaves.
Gojo's voice held a growing tension. "Indeed. My Infinity can handle him for now, but if he keeps multiplying his power…"
At last, Broly unleashed a shattering roar—his muscles swelled further, hair spiking in a blazing emerald. In that single moment, something changed: the Saiyan's rage crystallized into a state of relentless, unstoppable fury. The legendary form of a Super Saiyan, pushed beyond normal bounds.
"GRAAAAAH!"
His next punch blasted through the Infinity barrier for a split second, connecting with Gojo's chest. The sorcerer's reflexes saved him—he toggled Infinity right as the blow struck, reducing the impact enough to avoid lethal harm. Still, the force threw him across the crater, embedding him into a rock face.
Launch screamed, "Gojo!"
Coughing, Gojo pried himself free. "I'm… okay." He grimaced, pulling away from the shattered rock. Infinity flickered around him, but the mere fact that Broly had broken it, however briefly, was a chilling development.
Undeterred, Broly charged again, each blow carrying unimaginable weight. Gojo blocked as best he could, weaving Infinity on and off in micro-intervals to offset the monstrous hits. For a while, he still managed to fend them off. But with each exchange, Broly's strength soared another step, and Gojo's margin of error grew thinner.
Unleashing "Black"
Recognizing the dire shift, Gojo abandoned all restraint. With a decisive breath, he conjured Hollow Purple, immediately toggling Infinity in that precious microsecond to form Black Purple. The swirling, crackling wave of dark power churned with enough force to vaporize a star—something Gojo never intended to use at full strength on a habitable planet, but the alternative was letting Broly's rampage continue unchecked.
"Sorry about this!" Gojo roared, thrusting Black Purple at Broly. The entire crater lit with arcs of black lightning, the air practically ripping apart as the swirling wave engulfed the rampaging Saiyan.
A colossal explosion shook the planet's crust. Launch dove behind a boulder, ears ringing, dust filling the air in a mushroom cloud. When the light faded, Gojo stood panting at the crater's edge, Infinity wavering, arms trembling from the strain of channeling so much negative cursed energy.
For a heartbeat, it seemed Broly had vanished. Then, a looming silhouette appeared through the haze—ripped armor, wild hair, eyes blazing with unstoppable fury. He was scorched, bleeding, every muscle trembling, but he still stood. A primal roar tore from his throat as he stumbled forward, refusing to fall.
"No way," Gojo rasped, sweat drenched. "I poured everything into that."
Broly collapsed to one knee, aura flickering wildly. But even now, the unstoppable Saiyan threatened to rise again, fueled by a fury that recognized no limit. Another hour of combat, and he might surpass even Black Purple.
Grimly, Gojo tried to steady his Infinity, prepared for a second volley if Broly kept going. He prayed that the Saiyan's body would give out first—it was the only way to prevent total destruction. The minutes dragged by, each second Broly fought to stand, howling at the sky, only to falter from the catastrophic damage.
At last, the legendary strength receded. Emerald sparks died away, and Broly sank face-first into the rubble. His hair faded back to black, aura vanishing in a final, ragged gasp. Gojo, chest heaving, staggered forward to confirm the unconscious Saiyan was still breathing.
"He's alive," Gojo breathed, a wave of relief flooding him.
Launch, battered by residual shockwaves, emerged from her hiding spot, eyes wide. "That was… beyond insane," she whispered. "Are you okay?"
Gojo nodded slowly, letting his Infinity calm. "Yeah. I'm exhausted, but I'll live."
They both stared down at Broly—an immeasurable well of power, undone only by the limits of his own body. Even after hours of fending him off, Gojo had nearly been pushed to the brink. A few more minutes of rampage, and the outcome might have been different.
"Let's… help him," Launch finally said, voice hushed. "He's got nowhere else to go."
Gojo carefully lifted Broly with a gentle wave of Infinity, mindful of the Saiyan's injuries. "Agreed. We can't leave him here in this condition."
Though the valley bore the scars of a colossal clash, the night air had turned eerily still—no creatures dared approach. In that unearthly quiet, Gojo and Launch carried the unconscious Broly away, determined to nurse him back to health on their ship.
For all his unstoppable might, he looked utterly vulnerable now, battered and bleeding. And for all Gojo's mastery—Six Eyes, Infinity, reversed cursed energy, and the unstoppable synergy of "Black"—he'd found himself tested as never before. This was the Legendary Super Saiyan of myth, even if neither side fully realized it yet.
And as they disappeared into the winding canyons of Vampa, a strange respect hovered in the night air—a sense that two unstoppable forces had collided, each changed by the encounter. If and when Broly awakened, what came next was anyone's guess. But for now, the clash was over, and Planet Vampa could breathe in uneasy silence once more.