As time passes..
The scientists learned quickly that Infant Broly was… convenient.
He rarely cried. Rarely thrashed. Rarely flared his ki the way Saiyan infants naturally did.
When left alone in observation chambers for long stretches of shift changes, equipment recalibration and long arguments about data, he would simply sit and breathe.
The moment the door slid shut and the scanners powered down, Broly's awareness unfolded.
Perfect Ki Control wasn't about brute force. It was precision. He guided ki through microscopic pathways, reinforcing muscle fibers before they fully formed, threading energy through bone marrow, teaching his nervous system how to handle stress that shouldn't exist yet.
No aura flaring and wasted output.
Just circulation.
By six months, his cells were denser than an adult low-class Saiyan's.
By one year, his ki control surpassed most elite warriors.
By two years, his suppressed state was a lie layered atop another lie.
Deep inside, his real power grew coiled, compressed, obedient.
If a scouter had been allowed to read his true state for even one second
Power Level (Actual): 320,000
At three years old.
And still climbing thanks to his legendary super saiyan bloodline and perfect ki control .
For reference, adult elite Saiyans struggled to reach a fraction of that without Oozaru.
Broly never let it leak because he knew it would draw suspicious eyes on him..
The Day of Departure
The decision was routine. Cold. Administrative.
Broly stood on his own two feet now, barely waist-high to the scientists, black hair wild and untamed. His eyes followed everything, calm and observant in a way that unsettled them.
"Prepare the pod," one scientist said. "Low-level planet assignment."
Technicians moved quickly. A spherical space pod was rolled into the bay, its interior stocked with nutrient gel, survival rations, automated mission logs, and Saiyan environmental gear..
"Same procedure as always," another muttered. "Low-class child, low-class world."
As they worked, the scientists talked, careless, bored.
...
"Did you hear?" one said. "Bardock's mate gave birth recently."
"Yeah. Another low-level brat hahahahaha."
"Scouter readout said the kid's power level was two."
Broly froze.
Not outwardly but inside, the universe clicked into place.
Bardock.
Kakarot.
His mind raced.
Power level two… newborn… that means
His chest tightened.
This is the year.
Planet Vegeta didn't have much time left.
Broly entered the ship..
The pod was sealed with a hiss.
Broly sat inside, straps locking around his small body. The interior lights dimmed as the mission system powered up.
No one noticed how relaxed he was.
The launch mechanism engaged.
With a thunderous blast, the pod was fired into space away from Planet Vegeta, away from its doomed future, streaking toward an unremarkable star system.
Broly watched the planet shrink through the viewport.
Goodbye, he thought not with sadness, but certainty that he'll never see this place again.
Elsewhere
Frieza reclined in his hovering chair, long fingers delicately holding a crystal glass filled with deep red liquid.
The wine shimmered, imported from a conquered world known for flavors refined over millennia.
Zarbon stood at his side, elegant as ever. Dodoria loomed nearby, arms crossed, grinning.
"The Saiyans grow restless," Zarbon said smoothly. "Reports indicate increasing independence among their ranks."
Frieza smiled and took a slow sip.
"Yes… I've noticed the monkeys were getting too excited." He swirled the wine. "Such ambition for a disposable species."
Dodoria snorted. "Heh. They think they're strong."
"They are.. strong," Frieza replied pleasantly. "That's the problem."
Zarbon inclined his head. "Then the plan proceeds as scheduled my lord ?"
Frieza's smile widened, eyes gleaming with cold amusement..
"Of course. A meteorite. A tragic accident."
He laughed softly. "The universe is such a dangerous place isn't it ."
Dodoria chuckled. "No more Saiyans. No more headaches."
Frieza leaned back, utterly relaxed.
"Indeed. Power is best enjoyed when no one is left who might challenge it."
..
Back in the void, Broly's pod drifted at light speed.
A mechanical voice filled the capsule.
MISSION BRIEFING:
Designation: Planet Vampa
Classification: Low-Level Hostile
Environment
Indigenous Life: Sparse, aggressive megafauna
Intelligent Species: None detected
Objective: Planetary Conquest and Survival
Images flashed storm-wracked skies, jagged terrain, colossal predatory bugs and beasts.
Broly absorbed it all calmly.
"Vampa, hmm
So this is how it starts."
He clenched his small fists not in rage, but resolve.
I'm not ready for Frieza.
Not yet..
Even with his hidden power, he knew the truth.
Frieza wasn't just strength, he was experience, cruelty, and control over the galaxy itself.
So I'll play along for now..
He leaned back as the pod hummed steadily through space.
I'll survive.
I'll grow.
And when the time comes,
His eyes hardened, green light flickering deep within, instantly sealed away.
No one will ever put a collar on me.
The pod continued its journey toward a dead world.
And the legend of Broly began not with rage but with patience...
Few days passed...
....
Planet Vegeta
Bardock stood alone beneath a red sky, the wind tugging at his armor as alarms echoed across the city.
His mind screamed warnings no one else could hear.
Too many futures.
Too much death.
He looked down at the infant in his arms, small, weak by Saiyan standards, power level barely registering.
"Kakarot my son …" Bardock muttered.
This wasn't logic. This was instinct sharpened by visions.
Without ceremony, he placed the child into the space pod, hands lingering for half a second longer than necessary.
"Live," he said quietly. "That's an order."
The pod launched vanishing into space.
Bardock turned toward the sky, fists clenched.
Frieza!! .
If the future wouldn't listen, he'd force it to.
Bardock confronted Frieza exactly as history recorded.
One man.
One low-class Saiyan.
Against an emperor.
Energy clashed. Rage burned as he cut through the Frieza army and nd when the Supernova bloomed Bardock and
Planet Vegeta died.
Elsewhere.
Broly's pod landed gently.
No damage.
No systems failure unlike the Canon timeline..
The hatch opened to reveal a world of endless storms, jagged rock, and distant roars from massive predators.
Broly stepped out, small boots crunching against alien soil.
"…Yeah," he muttered. "This is gonna be boring."
Month 1–6: Controlled Survival
He didn't rampage. Didn't conquer.
He observed.
He mapped predator territories.
Learned whether patterns so he could set up camp in a relatively peaceful area.
Later he tested gravity and atmospheric resistance for areas to train in, even though he was the strongest here he didn't want to relax.
And most importantly He remembered GT.
Tail training.
Saiyans lost control when they ignored it. He wouldn't.
Every day, he wrapped ki around his tail, reinforcing nerves, strengthening muscles, desensitizing pain. He practiced balance, precision strikes, and defensive coils.
When the time came for the full moon he was ready...
The moon rose and broly transformed and at first the rage of the legendary bloodline tried to surface but it was pushed down quickly...
The Oozaru was born, no mindless rage.
Just control.
___
Power Level (True, Suppressed):
Arrival: 320,000
After 6 months: 410,000
No explosions. No wasted growth. Just steady, terrifying ki refinement.
Elsewhere in space, the young Prince Vegeta stood frozen as the transmission ended.
"A meteorite?" he repeated slowly.
Nappa growled. "That's what they're saying."
Vegeta's fist trembled.
Impossible. Saiyans didn't fall to rocks.
Raditz laughed nervously. "Guess the old planet finally ran out of luck."
Vegeta turned away, teeth clenched.
"…Hmph."
No tears and no open rage.
Just a wound that would never heal.
___
Earth.
Kakarot's pod crashed through Earth's atmosphere and landed in a forest.
The hatch opened.
A baby cried.
History continued unaware of how close it came to changing.
Back on Vampa, Years passed.
Broly grew taller. Broader. Stronger.
He trained by measuring the destruction of his attacks..
One day broly was floating in the upper atmosphere, he created ki spheres of varying density:
Marble-sized.
Fist-sized.
Boulder-sized.
And launched them into space before waiting seconds, minutes then he would detonated them with pinpoint precision and watch the Amazing explosions..
He was testing how much ki he could use before the sadistic nature of the legendary super saiyan kicked in...
Each explosion taught him restraint and each restraint fed the beast inside him.
Power Growth for each year on Vampa
(Z-Accurate):
Age 4: 700,000
Age 5: 1,200,000
Age 6 (current): ~2,000,000
Still below Frieza's threshold.
But the instincts had begun whispering.
Destroy.
Dominate.
Crush.
They weren't thoughts.
They were urges and sometimes when he would power up, his aura would flicker green then yellow then return to normal...
He felt aggression bleed into his reactions. Sadistic satisfaction flicker when predators fled from his hunts.
A thrill when power flexed too hard.
His fists shook.
"…No," he growled, forcing the ki inward. "Not yet."
Perfect Ki Control saved him compressing emotion along with energy, anchoring his mind against the Legendary Super Saiyan's corruption.
Barely.
At six years old, Broly stood beside his pod.
The scouter lay in his palm, untouched since arrival.
He remembered the instructions uploaded during transit. Frequencies. Codes. Frieza Force protocols.
Time.
He activated the scouter.
Green light flickered to life.
Broly took a slow breath, suppressing his power to a believable level.
Play along.
Survive and Grow.
He opened a channel to the nearest Frieza outpost.
"…This is Broly," he said calmly.
"Reporting in."
The galaxy answered.