Age 15 → 18
Location: Xeraphon
(Ruined World Multiversal Expanse Return)
Power without purpose was noise.
Broko learned that before he turned sixteen.
He sat cross-legged within the hollowed planetary core of Xeraphon, suspended in a sphere of compressed ki so dense it bent light.
Beneath him, the planet's ley lines throbbed like exposed nerves. Above him, reality itself felt thin, bruised by his presence.
He was stronger now .
But strength alone was crude.
The ancient evil Saiyans had not ruled through muscle alone.
They had understood violence.
And so Broko began to think.
.....
The Evil Saiyan Philosophy
It was not cruelty for its own sake.
It was clarity.
Broko defined it in three axioms, refined through blood and observation:
Power is wasted if it does not dominate reality.
Mercy is a luxury of those with equals.
Growth must be forced on oneself and others.
Good and evil were irrelevant.
Only strength based hierarchy mattered.
Those with power who chased comfort, worship, or validation were parasites on the cosmic order.
If you are given the strength of gods and choose applause over conquest,
you deserve extinction.
This belief settled into him not as rage, but as calm certainty.
And his power responded.
Final Compression Refinement
Broko no longer "activated" his compressed Great Ape state.
It was him, he was the great ape standing in a humaniod form, skin dark like the earthen soil,eyes red like the blood that runs in his veins and his, was ki thick crimson hue, radiating an evil suffocating aura when released.
Every heartbeat carried the weight of an imploding star.
Every breath circulated planet-crushing force through perfectly reinforced organs, augmented by stolen Thyrixian flesh-binding magic.
He meditated under controlled annihilation near the planet strange core.
Creating new Imploding ki attacks for those slime type annoying guys....
This attack will target their expanding capabilities whilst increasing the heat the more it's compressed.
Internal Solun degradation fields
Astrae sigils etched directly into his bones
Pain became a language.
By his eighteenth year....
Status Update
Broko (Age 18)
Permanent Compressed Ōzaru Base Power Level: 1,000,000
Ki Control: Absolute (Planetary-Class)=can create an disrupt ki attacks instantly that are capable of destroy a solar system.
Bloodline: Ancient Evil Saiyan – Stabilized Phase I
The symbols on his body had darkened, no longer flickering but engraved into reality itself.
Mastery of Stolen Magic
The Thyrix had feared combination and creativity that wasn't based on their religion.
Broko embraced it.
He fused magic with Saiyan instinct:
Astrae Overwrite: Temporarily rewrite enemy ki logic mid-battle
Veyra Manifestation: Solidify killing intent into physically infused into his very life force(ki ) .
Black Sigil Evolution Loops: Artificially induce adaptive growth without near-death
Where Saiyans grew through survival
Broko grew through dominion.
.....
Three months later....
Understanding the Multiversal Sense
It came to him not as sight, but as irritation.
A pressure at the edge of perception.
Worlds that did not belong.
Souls that burned too brightly, wrongly, like stolen fire without understanding .
Reincarnated beings.
People given templates, systems, divine archetypes…
And doing nothing worthy with them.
His ki resonated with theirs locations instinctively.
Predator recognizing abundant prey.
Broko smiled and said .
"So that's where the waste goes"
Target Acquired: The lightning godling
He stepped forward .
Reality tore.
...
Elsewhere
The World of Ash and Applause
The city was dying, slowly.
Skyscrapers rose like tombstones over polluted streets.
Faith had rotted into celebrity worship, and heroes were brands.
At the center of it stood him.
A reincarnator.
The False God
He called himself Solarion.
A mortal empowered by an ancient thunder-divinity archetype, strength, speed, invulnerability, lightning channeled through a spoken invocation.
Power Level (Transformed ): ~850,000 +
And what did he do with it?
Endorsements.
Parades.
Vanity wars with lesser heroes.
He posed while cities burned in the background.
Broko watched it all from orbit thinking and planning .
Disgust curdled into resolve.
The Hunt
Broko did not confront him immediately.
He studied.
Solarion fought with theatrics... wide strikes, overcharged lightning, zero killing efficiency.
His power fluctuated wildly with ego and emotion, especially when things don't go his way.
A child with a planet busting weapon.
Broko waited until night.
Until Solarion floated above a stadium, basking in worship.
Then Broko descended fast .
No announcement.
No speech.
Just raw impact.
...
The Battle of Broken Thunder
Initial Clash Power Levels
Broko: 1,000,000
Solarion: 890,000 (Spiking Unstable)
The first punch flattened the stadium, wiping out all street level humans and super heroes close by .
Solarion screamed, more shocked than hurt and retaliated with a city-spanning lightning column.
Broko pushed through it through it.
Skin charred.
Regenerated using passive healing magic, slowly .
Eyes cold.
He grabbed Solarion by the face and slammed him through tall six skyscrapers.
People died screaming in anger, fear and shock .
Broko didn't care aura flaring crimson.
Mid-Battle Escalation
Solarion invoked his full divine template... glowing, roaring, unstable.
Solarion Peak: 1,100,000 (Temporary)
He believed that meant victory for him as he smirked down at Broko...
Broko proved him wrong.
Using Astrae Overwrite, Broko scrambled Solarion's divine energy, turning faith-based power into violent feedback.
Solarion convulsed mid-air.
Broko manifested a Veyra magic ki blade
He then carved the hell out of the so called god lighting Solarion.
Limbs fell.
Lightning was dying, refusing to accept the new fact that has be fallen apon him.
Solarion begged
"please let me go, I'll give the highest amount of...."
Broko held the broken god above the city and cut him off .
"You were given everything," Broko said calmly.
"And chose applause."
He crushed Solarion's heart by thrust his hand directly into the chest of the dying false god.
The divine archetype screamed as it dissolved, its energy devoured by Broko's Black Sigils.
The world fell silent.
Aftermath
Broko felt stronger.
Not numerically but conceptually.
He had enforced his philosophy.
And reality had agreed.
He stepped back into the multiversal fold with a " blip" .
Return to the Dragon Ball–Inspired Verse
Time had passed differently.
Not much.
But enough, give or take a month or two.
As Broko emerged near Xeraphon's dying atmosphere , a familiar, cold presence brushed his senses.
Royal.
Controlled.
Proud.
Cooler.
The Firstborn's Interest
King Cold had spoken about the disorder created by the saiyan scum .
And Cooler had listened.
He did not underestimate threats.
He sent his Armored Squadron. loyal, efficient, experienced in killing Saiyans.
Incoming Threat Detected
Cooler's Elite Squadron Leader: 10, 00,000(suppressed).
Squad Members (×4): 9, 000,000–10, 500,000
Broko slowly grew serious " strong ". He said.
.
Let's see if the firstborn is worth my time.
End of Chapter Three