A Prisoner.
That is what I have always been.
In my past life, I was a prisoner to my fate. The very power I was born with acting as the reason for my shackles.
An unwanted child. A dangerous child.
Someone that King Vegeta saw as a threat to the Royal Family.
I still remember it. The pain and rage.
The stab of that knife in my abdomen as an infant, the beam through my father's torso. The King's apathetic face as he left us to die in that throne room just mere minutes before Planet Vegeta was destroyed by that little white lizard.
I remember that trauma (a word I only learned during my stay in Earth's Hell) catalyzing my infantile hatred for Kakarot because of his crying.
I remember how unstable my mind was during that life.
A Prisoner.
That is what I was my whole life. A prisoner to my own emotional instability, to my own power. And then, to my own father, who thought a mere piece of technology could control my mind.
To some extent, I think I am thankful for Kakarot and his sons for killing me and sending me to Hell.
My time in that dimension gave me time and perspective. Even if it did take me a long time to calm down and stop rampaging across Hell and frequently fighting Kakarot, Vegeta, and a strange green warrior who were called in to stop me all the time.
Unfortunately, my eternal rest in that realm was not to be.
Because I am, in the end, A prisoner.
A prisoner of Fate.
Because I was reborn. Once again being born on Planet Vegeta without my memories.
In that life, things were slightly different.
King Vegeta did not want to dirty his own hands, so he sent me away to Planet Vampa to die. A planet that was my home for many years alongside my father.
Then, we were found by Cheelai and Lemo and taken back to Frieza.
I think, on some level, my dormant memories of my first life must have stirred at the sight of that monster. Because even as the gentle, if slightly unstable, Saiya I was in my second life, I could never bring myself to trust that lizard.
Then, once again, I faced my destiny.
Kakarot stood in front of me once again, along with Prince Vegeta. Orders of magnitude more powerful than they ever were in my first life, even more so than that strange ape-like red furred form that they usually used to defeat me in that life.
Then again, neither was I the same as I was in my first life.
Yet, once again, my fate showed me why I was its prisoner.
Gogeta, he called himself. A merger of Kakarot and Vegeta.
He defeated me soundly, despite my Legendary form being far superior to anything else in the universe.
Thankfully, this time, the fate that held my shackles in that universe proved far gentler.
Kakarot took me to Beerus and helped me control my power, learn to fight properly, and learn some proper techniques instead of simply reverse-engineering everything I saw on sheer instinct.
I learned so much from Kakarot, Vegeta, and their children. Even the God of Destruction, Beerus, and Whis, his caretaker Angel.
It is unfortunate that I never remembered the memories of my first life during my second one. I would have loved to atone for the crimes of my past against their alternate versions and their loved ones.
Of course, these moments of peace did not last long, even in my second life.
My shackles of fate reminded me of their existence once again.
I don't know what happened as my memories are not clear of that day.
We were.....I think we were on Beerus's planet. When a strange version of Kakarot popped into existence, along with a beastial Saiyan whose Ki reminded me of my own darkness.
Except, this Saiyan was obviously orders of magnitude darker.
My darkness felt natural, as if it were part of me since birth. I did not choose it, for it was always there within me.
But his evil Ki reeked of intent. He chose to have that evil Ki embody his existence.
I was a prisoner of my evil fate, while he chose his evil path.
The last thing I remember is the Kakarot look-alike powering up into a strange, pink Super Saiyan form while the other Saiyan turned into a bastardized form of the third Super Saiyan stage.
Then, I woke up on Vegeta. Back in that capsule once again as an infant. Once again, without my memories.
Once again, a prisoner.
Once again, I witnessed the same scene of King Vegeta throwing me out with my Attack Ball while my father chased after me.
However, before fate could repeat its games with my soul, something changed.
I did not know what it was, but now, I guess it must have been some kind of dimensional fracture. Like the one that tore open when Gogeta and I clashed for the first time in my second life.
Whatever it was, it sucked my Attack Ball into it and threw me into this strange world.
Into the arms of the strange woman whose touch and blood awakened all my memories.
"Brolios. What are you doing?"
Her gentle, kind voice drew me back from my internal thought as I stared at the starry sky and the bright moon. The Great Ape within me growled slightly at the voice that disturbed its contented enjoyment of this peaceful, primal world.
Yet, it quietened down as my will nudged it a little. Reminding the inner beast of who the voice belonged to.
My Mother. Our Mother.
Her long black locks swayed in the wind as her warm, golden eyes stared at me with a kind of love I have never experienced in all my lives.
I could not help the smile that formed on my face as I got up from my perch at the cliff.
"Nothing, mother. Just watching the starry sky."
She chuckled in that melodious tone of hers as she grasped my hand gently, guiding me into her sanctuary.
A place that I have come to call home in the short few months that I've had with her.
"Then come join me. The Nymphs have come back with some new stories of the Far East. Not to mention that you haven't eaten in a few hours."
I chuckled at her words and followed her in despite the teasing jab at my Saiyan appetite. An appetite that was barely quenched, even with the divine material known as Ambrosia that I consume every few hours. A stark contrast to how Mother and her kind only need to consume it once a day if they so choose.
Walking by her side, I felt a familiar nudge and chuffs from her beloved guardians and companions.
Absentmindedly petting the two lions, I felt my mind once again go back to my previous train of thought.
Yes. Throughout my existence across multiple lifetimes, I was a prisoner.
But here? Now? The shackles of fate shall no longer bind me.
For here, I am no longer just Broly, the mutation. The fabled Legendary Super Saiyan destined to appear every 10,000 years.
Here, I am no longer a tool for my father to exact his vengeance on the Vegeta Royal bloodline.
Here, I am no longer Broly, the prisoner of fate that seems so hellbent on making me a monster across time and space.
Here, I am Brolios Asterion, the full-blooded son of Rhea and Cronos, reborn through the fusion of her divine Ichor and essence and the essence of her husband that still lingers in her body thanks to their 'marriage'.
I will not bury my past, for it is a cautionary tale of what I once was. The reminder of the blood on my hands.
Yet, I will not allow it to define my future. For I am no longer the Devil himself in a physical form.
This, is my vow upon this new life of mine.
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