A year had passed since Gojo, Launch, and Broly left behind the rugged wastelands of Planet Vampa. In that time, the trio's adventures spanned dozens of worlds—some idyllic and peaceful, others hostile and chaotic. Each new place offered its own challenges, forcing Broly to adapt to a reality far greater than the lonely confines of Vampa.
Meanwhile, Gojo continued refining his Domain Armor—the condensed form of Unlimited Void he "wore" alongside Infinity—and Launch found herself playing an ever-changing role between caretaker, sharpshooter, and comedic relief.
The initial weeks off Vampa proved disorienting for Broly. Gazing through the spaceship's windows, he saw starfields, nebulae, and the occasional swirling ring of cosmic dust. Every warp jump left him momentarily speechless, heart pounding with both excitement and a trace of fear.
Launch, flipping between her purple-haired and blonde personae, took it upon herself to serve as a guide. She introduced Broly to the basics of spaceship living—how to navigate star-charts, calibrate the gravity chamber, ration supplies, and, of course, handle the simplest social norms. For someone who had known only survival on a harsh planet, simple things like a hot meal in a cozy cabin felt like luxuries beyond comprehension.
"I… never knew so many stars existed," Broly murmured one evening, staring out at a passing cluster of bright celestial lights.
Gojo, arms folded, stood behind him, Infinity humming softly. "We've only seen a fraction. The Universe is vast—and we've barely scratched its surface."
Their first major stop was Planet Iro, a once-prosperous world known for its towering spires that pierced the clouds. However, they arrived to find the towers crumbling under a dictator's iron-fisted rule. A ragtag rebellion pleaded for help after hearing rumors of a "Saiyan giant" and an "Infinity sorcerer" passing through.
Broly's first time stepping into a city of battered, fearful citizens rattled him. Memories of living under his father's harsh commands flared, spiking his ki with anger at the sight of oppression. Yet, with a steadying breath, he kept his power in check.
Launch scouted rooftops, her rifle picking off the dictator's armored guards one by one, ensuring minimal bloodshed. If she sneezed and flipped to her gentler self, she'd temporarily retire from the fight, letting Gojo or Broly handle the front lines, only to rejoin moments later if she sneezed again.
When the dictator unleashed advanced war machines and tried cornering them with laser bombardments, Gojo donned his Domain Armor. The swirling fractals of Unlimited Void hugging his body deflected every beam. He advanced unscathed, illusions warping the machines' targeting systems.
Ultimately, the rebels reclaimed their city, and the trio departed with heartfelt thanks and a small cargo of local spices—a pleasant addition to their limited pantry. Broly, seeing people freed from tyranny, felt a rush of satisfaction that overshadowed any lingering fear of his own strength.
News of Broly's unstoppable might and Gojo's cosmic domain inevitably drew unsavory attention. Mid-journey, a fleet of galactic raiders attempted to ambush their spaceship, seeking either to recruit Broly or to plunder their rumored artifacts.
Sleek black ships cornered them in a remote star system. Launch scrambled to man the controls while Broly manned the emergency turrets. Gojo stood near the airlock, Infinity flickering, mentally preparing his Domain Armor if the raiders dared a boarding action.
A hail of energy blasts struck their hull, only for Infinity to diffuse the worst of the impact. Finally, the raiders tried to dock forcibly—Gojo calmly opened the outer hatch, letting them flood in. The moment they set foot inside, illusions from the partial domain film confused them, leaving them stumbling through corridors that seemed endless.
Surging with Legendary ki, Broly blocked their path, fists glowing. This time, he let his power build to a certain level—just enough to shatter their armor—then stepped back before rage took over. The lead raiders realized their folly and fled, leaving half their ships behind.
The trio salvaged vital engine components from the raiders' wrecks, then zipped away, no worse for wear. Each new encounter reinforced Broly's confidence in measured aggression and Gojo's reliance on Domain Armor for non-lethal illusions.
They had gentler moments as well. On Atria-9, an oceanic planet dotted with pink coral reefs, Launch insisted on a beach-day respite. Broly tentatively dipped into warm, lavender-tinted waters, marveling at aquatic life that swirled around him unafraid. Gojo, Infinity at a minimum, lounged on a rocky outcrop, occasionally manifesting a tiny fractal bubble of domain illusions to amuse curious fish-like creatures that glowed in the shallow depths.
Later, a minor quake triggered a tsunami, threatening coastal villages. Broly immediately took flight—still an unfamiliar sensation for him—using a partial Legendary aura to carve a trench that redirected the wave. Launch offered covering fire from the shore, blasting chunks of debris from the crest.
Gojo wore the Domain Armor, stepping onto the surging wave as if it were solid ground, illusions and Infinity redirecting the raging water around him. The local Atlantean-esque populace praised them as living myths, showering them with exotic sea-lilies in gratitude.
Over the months, these sorts of interventions repeated on world after world: subduing alien warlords, rescuing travelers from cosmic storms, or simply using the advanced synergy of Infinity and Legendary might to protect those in need. Each success boosted Broly's self-esteem and tempered his fear of losing control. Meanwhile, Gojo honed every nuance of Domain Armor, discovering how to reconfigure illusions for infiltration or covert operations if needed.
Launch, flipping between personalities, found her own niche. When docile, she provided gentle counsel and logistic coordination. When blonde, she took up arms without hesitation, even daring to spar occasionally with Broly to help him practice safe, measured power.
Some of the highlights from their jouney include Broly learned basic social cues, like politely refusing a local delicacy without growling.
Gojo brandishing Domain Armor to quell a violent mutiny on a deep-space mining colony with zero casualties, illusions pacifying the riotous workers.
And Launch forging connections with traveling merchants who recognized her sharpshooting from rumor, bartering for fresh produce or starship parts.
However they did encounter some setbacks. Broly had an accidental breakdown when a cruel slaver tried enslaving a village of children. Broly's rage soared dangerously. Gojo had to swiftly envelop him in the Domain Armor, useless information sapping his fury. Launch's rifle shots kept the slavers pinned until Broly calmed enough to fight rationally.
By the time a full year had passed since leaving Vampa, the trio had settled into a comfortable rhythm. One night, aboard their refurbished Capsule Corp ship, they sat around a flickering heat-lamp in the main cabin, enjoying a modest dinner of rehydrated stew laced with spices from Planet Iro.
Launch, blonde at the moment, swirled her spoon in the bowl. "Hard to believe it's been a year. We've pretty much become cosmic vigilantes."
Broly, arms folded, tail lazily brushing the floor, nodded. "It's a lot to take in. But I don't feel so lost anymore."
Gojo, perched on a supply crate, Infinity set to a minimal aura, offered a soft laugh. "You adapt quickly, Broly. I remember when stepping onto a spaceship made you shake. Now you're saving oceanic civilizations and busting pirate fleets."
The Saiyan's cheeks warmed. "I wouldn't have done it without you two… or the training we did on Vampa."
They all allowed a moment's silence, recalling that savage planet that had honed them into the unstoppable team they were now.
When dinner was done, the hum of the ship's engines and the glitter of passing stars lulled them into a peaceful hush. Broly gazed out a porthole at the swirling cosmos, a flicker of wonder still in his eyes. Launch cleaned up the meal, occasionally sneezing and swapping personalities mid-task with a grumble. Gojo double-checked the warp drive, mentally pondering where their next destination might lie.
"Should we aim for Earth?" Launch asked, flipping to her docile self after a sneeze. "Or Namek? Maybe some place new entirely?"
Gojo tilted his head, crossing arms over his chest. "Namek's peaceful, Earth is nostalgic, but I'm open to new frontiers. If the last year taught me anything, it's that we grow by facing the unknown."
Broly turned from the window, mild excitement in his voice. "I'd like to see more worlds. Learn more about Saiyans, about everything. But as long as we stay together, I'm good."
Launch flashed him a grin. "You big softie."
Gojo just smiled, Infinity faintly rippling with the domain illusions. "Then tomorrow, we spin the star-charts and pick a new system. Let's keep forging our own path. If we meet challenges, we meet them stronger than before."
And so, after a year of cosmic wanderings and countless battles, the trio's bond only grew. Broly learned confidence in his monstrous strength without succumbing to fury, Launch switched personalities yet found stable ground in her ever-changing role, and Gojo refined the synergy of Infinity and Domain Armor to near perfection. With the Universe still wide open, they saw no reason to slow down—salvation or combat, they'd answer any call, forging a legend worthy of the unstoppable might they each carried.