Space Invaders (134)

Broly steadied his breathing, great gusts of drawn into his nostrils before flaring out, dragging against the wind harshly. A faint ki barrier hummed into existence around him, pressing against him softly before increasing in intensity.

'Nothing is happening'

Broly could just feel a squeeze on himself, nothing spectacular occurring.

'I don't know what to tell you,' Yami said, also disappointed nothing ridiculous happened.

"RAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Broly roared loudly, a column of air bursting from his mouth and soaring high into the sky, barely missing his ship. Consequently, a long metallic beam sprouted from the middle, an arm appearing that charged with bright green energy before revealing a flashing white light.

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"Captain Ginyu!"

A tall, blue-skinned, snake-faced humanoid approached another purple-skinned, humanoid with thick veins bursting from his forehead.

"Yes, Burter?"

"We've got a requesssst from King Cold!"

"An expedition?"

"Yes, ssssir!"

"From Frieza?"

"No sssssir, King Cold"

"And what did Frieza say?"

"Nothing ssssssir!"

"Did you email him?"

"Yes ssssssir!"

"Twice?"

"Oi! Get Frieza's ball out ya fucking mouth!" a smaller red-skinned alien shouted, his white hair ruffling as he spoke.

"Jeice! What did I tell you about using that backwater lingo on missions?" Captain Ginyu reprimanded.

"S-Sorry sir," Jeice said, regaining his cool.

"Why hasn't Frieza responded yet? We're the Ginyu Force!" Captain Ginyu said, striking his signature pose.

"My name is Recoome!" a tall pale skinned humanoid with a patch of orange hair said, seemingly to nobody.

"Yes we know," a shorter green-skinned humanoid said tiredly.

"Cut the sass Guldo," Captain Ginyu said, reprimanding him.

"Yeah Guldo!" Recoome said, striking a pose.

Guldo exhaled softly.

"I say that we regroup on King Cold's planet, someone's been going around destroying Freiza's planets and we should be careful, let's retreat," he said cautiously.

"That way we can go and question Frieza!" Captain Ginyu muttered out loud.

"What? No! That wasn't my-"

"Recoome! Set the course for the journey!"

"Recoome will set course!"

"Burter go run some laps!"

"Yessss sssssir!"

"Jeice, go get me the phone, I need to talk to the king of your planet"

"Again?!"

"That's an order from your superior!"

"Wanker..." he muttered under his breath.

"And Guldo..."

He turned to the small pudgy green thing with four eyes.

"Keep looking ugly," he said jokingly, walking out of the room.

"Tch!"

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The Frieza Force Soldiers looked at a certain section of space completely dumbfounded.

"Are you sure this is the Planet Frieza was last on?" a soldier asked the pilot, brandishing his gun.

"P-Positive sir!" the pilot said fearfully.

Another soldier put a hand on the shoulder of the soldier with the gun.

"He's right, this is the place, all the other reinforcements are here as well," the soldier said, pointing out to other dome-like ships with the Frieza Force logos.

"But why isn't there a planet?"

"Perhaps the traitor approached Frieza and killed him! Blowing up the planet as well!" Another soldier suggested.

The rest scoffed.

"It's more likely Frieza found the traitor and blew him up on the planet personally"

"There's no way Frieza could lose"

"I've never even seen him take damage before"

"What the fuck is THAT?"

The soldier stared out the window to see a rapidly approaching figure, it was humanoid in structure and had bright blue eyes, it's skin was completely yellow and crystalline while its body was decked out in an armoured fashion, accessory gauntlets, chest plates and shoulder pads shining brightly in the black background of space.

"Is that a fucking Gundam?"

"Which universe is this?!"

"Which timeline is this?!!"

SHLING!

A longsword jutted out from the right arm of the humanoid and slashed the spaceship in a clean strike, shimmering with green energy as it moved.

Several of the other spaceships began to mobilise, firing deep purple beams at the flying robot.

Broly, who was in the pilot seat, was having the time of his life, engaging the gun features on his sword that caused several rifles and lasers cannons to pop out, filling his screen with various load-outs.

"Haha! Flying robot go brr!" he shouted as he mashed buttons on his navigation desk.

Now for some reason, the Scientists on Sythis took Broly's initial design for Zelta and completely reworked the entire system, keeping the same features like recreational rooms and shag carpeting but enabling it to go full humanoid simply for the sake of it.

With the addition of the crystals, the scientists were able to synthesise their own with tampered properties that Broly couldn't even begin to wrap his head around. It was still ki powered which required even more energy but Broly's ki was a top tier source that wouldn't run out.

Although this was done more or less against his will, what man would complain about having a flying robot spaceship?

From the smooth surface of the sword, several barrels emerged, some really wide while others were slim.

Broly smiled with childish joy as he pushed the big red button.

The unforgiving cold void of space provided no sound as several ships were blown to smithereens, several tiny holes, as well as some gaping ones, ripping through the walls and if the ship didn't give out and explode, the complete absence of heat, killed all the soldiers.

Not to mention those caught in the fire and that were directly eviscerated.

Zelta propelled forward, the longsword crackling with bright green energy across it's flashing yellow surface.

"Fight back! Fight back!" Broly yelled competitively as he tore through ship after ship, using the energy they fired at him to fuel his machine, letting it rapidly rip through space.

"Ah! This level ended really early! They didn't even attack me!" Broly complained, getting up from his desk and stretching.

"Um, actually, that wasn't a level, you just tore up the whole Frieza Force battalion that was stationed there," Mr Yellow pointed out, slightly amused.

"W-What! But it was so easy!"

Mr Yellow laughed and moved along.

'Where are you going?'

'To the gym'

'You might as well move your bed in there since you stay there so much,' Yami complained.

'Says the guy who moans about me being in the library too much'

'If I'm forced to read another article on multiverse theory, I'm going to explode, what practical application does it have?'

'Sounding intelligent,' Broly responded simply.

Yami scoffed tiredly.

Broly entered the gym, hopping up and down as he warmed himself up.

He flipped the switch, enabling 200x gravity in the ship, reeling under the effects in his base form.

'It's getting easier but it still hurts like hell!'

Enhanced gravity was not meant to be used as a form of training, it was only Broly's body, a ridiculous cheat code, that could cope with the effects.

Broly jumped up and caught himself with one hand, feeling the stress on it worsen.

'This is the only way to get stronger!' he assured himself as he began the first of a hundred repetitions.

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(On a far away Planet)

'While his current power isn't much concern, his growth rate is staggering, he might even have more potential than Beerus,' Whis thought, peering through his staff and replaying Broly shifting forms.

'He definitely qualifies as a God of Destruction candidate but it would be problematic if he openly killed Beerus or Champa'

They were brothers after all.

Whis wolfed down a sandwich as he contemplated, weighing his options.

"Decisions, decisions....."