Green-tinted skies loomed over Vampa's rugged horizon, where swirling dust storms and jagged rock spires painted a constant picture of danger and desolation. But for Broly, Gojo, and Launch, this savage world had become their makeshift home and training ground. What once was pure survival now felt like a structured routine—albeit an intense one—where each day was a crucible of discipline.
Morning's weak sunlight filtered through layers of smog and dust as Broly emerged from the cramped Capsule Corp shelter they'd erected near a half-dried stream. His boots sank into the spongy ground, but he no longer stumbled. Months of daily training had honed his reflexes, improved his balance, and—most importantly—taught him to sense when his power threatened to spiral out of control.
He inhaled slowly, letting the stale air flood his lungs before exhaling, calming the swirl of ki that always simmered near the surface. Though his power was legendary, mastery had proven elusive. Even so, each dawn seemed a fraction less fraught than the last.
"Morning," came a soft voice from behind him. Broly turned to see Launch—purple-haired and docile. She carried a small pot of water slung over one shoulder. Despite her mild demeanor now, her eyes carried the wariness of someone who knew well how quickly Broly's anger could change the landscape.
"Good morning," Broly replied quietly. His voice had gained confidence in recent weeks; he no longer flinched at every sound or presence. "Where's Gojo?"
Launch jerked her chin toward a distant plateau. "Already out there. Something about refining his 'domain expansion,' whatever that is. Told me he'd be busy for a while."
Broly nodded, brow furrowing at the strange phrase. He'd learned that Gojo's power was as unusual as his own—maybe more so. Between Infinity, cursed techniques, and that terrifying synergy called "Black," Broly couldn't wrap his head around it all. But he understood the concept of pushing limits, so that was enough.
"I'll go see him," Broly decided.
Launch gave a small smile. "Take care. If your power starts… y'know, climbing, call me or get away from the camp, yeah?"
He offered a tense but genuine grin, appreciating her concern. "I will."
Gojo Satoru stood atop the plateau's highest crag, the wind swirling dust around him in ribbons of ochre and green. Eyes closed behind his blindfold, he exhaled in a slow, measured rhythm. Beneath his feet, the ground bore scars of repeated battles—cracks radiating outward in a starburst pattern, each line a memory of past outbursts from Broly or cosmic-level training sessions.
But today, Gojo's mind was not on clashing fists or harnessing "Black." Instead, he focused on a more delicate and intricate power: Domain Expansion.
In his original world, unleashing his domain—Unlimited Void—carried guaranteed hits and an overwhelming flood of information for any trapped inside. Yet here, in this new Universe where cosmic energies and Saiyan might ran wild, domain expansions had proven tricky to maintain. The synergy between Infinity, cursed energy, the Eternal Flame, and his new power threatened to overload the domain's structure if he wasn't careful.
"Steady," he murmured, letting cursed energy swirl at his fingertips. The faint glow of reversed cursed energy layered over it, forging a stable bedrock. Then came Infinity, toggled in microintervals, weaving space itself into a malleable boundary. At last, he gently fed in a spark of the Eternal Flame. The air crackled with tension.
For a moment, the plateau dimmed as a flicker of intangible geometry took shape—like an invisible bubble swelling around Gojo. He glimpsed the mental tapestry of Unlimited Void forming: infinite information, swirling fractals of knowledge that confounded lesser minds. But just as it neared completion, an over-surge from the Eternal Flame made the domain shudder. Gojo clenched his fists, halting the expansion before it could collapse.
"Almost," he muttered under his breath. If he simply let the domain run wild, it might become too large or too potent, risking damage to the environment—or forcing an unstoppable flood of data into unintended targets. The synergy had to be precise.
With the Eternal Flame thrown into the mix, his Domain had a new potential for evolution. But that would come with challenges.
Broly climbed the ridge, squinting at the silhouette of Gojo enveloped in swirling energies. He sensed the sorcerer's intense focus and paused at the periphery. Even from a few dozen meters away, Broly felt the air grow heavy with layered powers. He'd never seen Gojo in quite this posture—arms outstretched, eyes closed, cursed energy warping space around him.
Concern flared briefly in Broly's chest. Should he disturb Gojo? Before he could decide, Gojo's domain attempt flickered out, and the sorcerer sighed heavily, dropping his arms.
"Broly," Gojo called without turning around, sensing the Saiyan's ki. "Feel free to come closer. I'm done with this attempt."
Relieved, Broly approached. "Are you… training something new?"
Gojo offered a small grin. "Not exactly new. More like refining an old technique—my Domain Expansion, Unlimited Void. It's tricky to stabilize with all these new power sources."
Broly tilted his head. "Domain…?"
"Think of it like a personal space where my cursed energy rules absolutely," Gojo explained. "Guaranteed hits, illusions, knowledge overload—the usual. But combining Infinity and the Eternal Flame can make it volatile."
Broly frowned, trying to imagine such a thing. He only knew raw power surging through his body, not advanced techniques. "If it's so dangerous, why do it?"
Gojo set a hand on Broly's shoulder. "Because one day, we might face a threat that requires more than just brute force or 'Black.' Being able to trap an enemy in a domain might save us both some headaches."
A faint shadow passed over Broly's features. "Right."
Gojo understood the subtext. Broly still feared losing control and hurting others. "We'll keep working on your control, too," he assured.
And so began another phase of training. Broly's endless struggle to tame his legendary potential, and Gojo's endeavor to polish the synergy of his domain expansion in this Universe. Each morning, they'd meet on the plateau—Launch occasionally looking on, rifle slung across her back, or wandering off to gather supplies once she sensed the routine was set.
Broly would stand at the plateau's edge, summoning small bursts of ki. He practiced letting his aura flare to moderate intensities, then forcing it back down—like breathing. Sometimes he hovered near the brink of transformation, emerald sparks dancing across his arms, but willed himself calm before slipping into uncontrollable rage.
Nearby, Gojo toggled Infinity in precise intervals, weaving Unlimited Void's embryonic form. He found that feeding a tiny fraction of the Eternal Flame's cosmic energy stabilized the boundary, but too much caused it to balloon uncontrollably. Through trial and error, he discovered a sweet spot: harnessing reversed cursed energy as a buffer around the domain's "walls," letting Infinity handle external threats.
Interestingly, when Broly's ki spiked, the domain sometimes wavered, as if responding to the Saiyan's primal surge. At those moments, Gojo felt a strange synergy—like the domain wanted to incorporate Broly's savage energy into its matrix, but that risked collapsing the structure. He had to concentrate even harder to keep them separate.
While Broly's discipline improved, outbursts still happened. He would push his training to new thresholds, feeling the unstoppable might lurking in his cells. Some days, frustration or residual trauma triggered a Legendary Super Saiyan transformation. Though rarely as catastrophic as their earliest battles, each meltdown tested both warriors
On Broly's side, the luminous emerald aura would flare, his voice deepening into animalistic growls. In those moments, rational thought hung by a thread.
and Gojo would swiftly deploy his Infinity and a short, controlled usage of "Black" to subdue him. Gojo refrained from unleashing domain expansions or star-level blasts, focusing on containing Broly until he calmed.
Often, after the outburst subsided, Broly would collapse in Gojo's arms, trembling. The quiet minutes that followed served as harsh reminders of the fine line the Saiyan walked daily.
Yet each incident also revealed deeper layers of synergy. Gojo found that if he gently expanded a partial version of Unlimited Void around Broly during early rage signs—just a faint whiff of domain—he could lull the Saiyan's mind into a more stable state. The forced information overload nearly caused Broly's senses to short-circuit, but in a minimal dosage, it sometimes snapped him out of a blind fury. This approach was risky, and Gojo only dared it a few times, but it hinted at a future tactic to keep Broly from tipping over the edge.
It was well into their second month of dual training when a subtle shift occurred. Broly had spent the morning carefully controlling small surges of his Super Saiyan aura, letting the emerald glow spread through his arms and torso but halting it at his neck. His face bore intense focus, yet no sign of panic or rage. Meanwhile, Gojo observed from a few meters away, Infinity softly engaged.
"Deep breaths," Gojo instructed. "If you feel your mind slipping, cut the flow."
Broly nodded, eyes squeezed shut. Over the next minute, he allowed the transformation to creep up, hair partially tinted green but not fully spiked. He teetered on the boundary of unstoppable power, yet willed his mind to remain anchored. His fists trembled, but he stood firm, not succumbing to the swirl of fury that usually overtook him.
Launch, perched on a rock outcropping, whispered, "He's… actually doing it?"
Gojo's lips curved into an approving smile. "Yes. If he can maintain this, it's a huge step."
Broly exhaled. Slowly, the aura receded, leaving him winded but conscious and aware. He locked eyes with Gojo, relief and excitement mingling in his gaze. "I… I did it," he rasped.
Gojo raised a hand, offering an encouraging nod. "Good job. You're learning where your threshold lies."
The moment of victory charged the air with positivity. Emboldened, Gojo decided to push his own domain expansion again. "Broly, can you watch me for a second? If I lose control of the domain, I might need you to knock me out of it."
Broly blinked. "Knock you… out of your technique?"
Gojo chuckled. "Basically, yeah. Although if I do it right, that won't be necessary."
Squaring his shoulders, Gojo breathed deeply. Cursed energy flared around him in waves, swirling with reversed currents. Infinity shimmered, distorting the plateau's air. Then, with methodical care, he fed the Eternal Flame's spark into the structure, bridging it with the mental blueprint of Unlimited Void. A shimmering bubble began to form, translucent yet brimming with cosmic detail—a barrier between worlds.
For an instant, Broly felt as though he stood on the cusp of a cosmic ocean—an endless array of fractals expanding at the edges of his vision. He heard echoes of thousands of voices, or maybe none at all. The "walls" of the domain flickered, momentarily showing glimpses of an infinite starfield. But then, with a precise gesture, Gojo locked it down, forging a stable boundary. The domain encompassed only a small area around him, a demonstration rather than a final cage.
"Unlimited Void," Gojo announced softly. The plateau vanished from around them, replaced by a swirl of black, white, and swirling outlines of cosmic geometry. Yet Gojo had tuned it so Broly, standing at the domain's edge, merely felt a fraction of its informational deluge.
Launch, from her vantage, saw only a half-sphere of shimmering light around Gojo and Broly—like a bubble of inverted starlight. She inched closer, enthralled, though she kept her guard raised in case the domain imploded.
Inside, Gojo's voice reached Broly's mind like an echo. "No meltdown for me so far," he teased. "The synergy's holding."
Broly remained still, carefully perceiving the realm. His aura spiked involuntarily at the overload of stimuli, but he clamped down on it, refusing to transform. He stared at Gojo in awe. "This place… it's endless."
Gojo nodded, Infinity dancing across his outstretched palms. "It's the concept of Infinity made manifest. Usually, it'd overwhelm an intruder with unlimited information—shutting down their senses. But I'm controlling the feed now."
A minute later, the domain receded, leaving them once again on the dusty plateau. Gojo lowered his arms, a satisfied grin on his face. "I think I can maintain that scale safely. Might be enough to handle real threats without risking cosmic fallout."
When the day's training wrapped, the three gathered near a small rocky outcrop that served as their dinner spot. Launch, hair switched back to purple after a stray sneeze, stirred a pot of rehydrated stew. Broly sat cross-legged, hands on his lap, the day's successes written in the faint smile on his face. Gojo leaned against a boulder, gazing at the swirling night sky overhead.
Regaining control of Unlimited Void had been satisfying, however, he wondered if it would work on a being such as Whis.
After all, it depended on whether the target had the capacity for infinite knowledge. Gojo theorized that beings on the level of Whis might just have such capabilities.
"Been a big day," Launch remarked, tasting the stew. "You two might actually figure yourselves out before we burn this planet to cinders."
Broly's cheeks warmed, but he chuckled softly. "I hope so."
Gojo smirked. "Another month or two, and we might have you controlling your Legendary form completely. And I'll have a domain expansion that might be effective on anyone."
They ate in companionable silence, the harsh winds outside rattling their shelter's metal walls. Each step had been an arduous climb, but for Broly, the days of unstoppable rampages now held the promise of an end. For Gojo, harnessing domain expansion in synergy with Infinity, reversed cursed energy, and the Eternal Flame felt more and more feasible by the day.
And for Launch—she found that amidst these two unstoppable forces, she'd carved out a role as the voice of reason and caretaker, bridging the gap between cosmic feats and simple human needs. Through their combined efforts, Planet Vampa had become less an unforgiving tomb and more a cradle of perseverance.
As the stars twinkled in the green-tinged heavens, the trio retired, each with private thoughts of tomorrow's training. Power alone never guaranteed freedom—control and choice mattered more. For Broly, that meant learning calm in the face of fury. For Gojo, it meant balancing Infinity with cosmic synergy. And for all three, it meant facing the next dawn prepared to push their boundaries once again, inching ever closer to the unstoppable harmony that lay just out of reach.