44 Mission One - Start: Explosive Break Out!

Sitting quietly inside his incubator Broly emptied himself of all distracting thoughts and feelings becoming a sponge, a black hole of passive detection as he stealthily senses the killing intent of all beings around him for hundreds of thousands of miles, the strongest coming from Frieza's ship. As he senses it increase slightly his closed eyes suddenly snap open.

The time had come. Unfolding his legs, Broly smoothly stood up inside his incubator as the moment he had been waiting for had finally...finally arrived for it was now time after almost three long years to leave this insufferable incubator and to unleash a portion of his power.

"HAAHHH!!!"

Instantly a powerful Omni-directional wave of energy burst forth from Broly exploding the incubator into fragments which shot outward. This was a basic Dragon Ball universe technique called [Explosive Wave].

Floating in the air upright, his hands firmly clenched into fists outstretched at his sides, like a supreme sovereign breaking free of his thousand year restraints Broly had unleashed a mighty aura, exuding waves of pulsating whitish green energy which shrouded him in a peerless aura of absolute supremacy.

Slowly floating forward thru the air he softly lands gracefully on his two feet then quickly suppresses the urge to cry out his joy of finally be free, taking slow, deep breathes until he internally balances himself once more.

Flexing his taut muscles he begins to fully stretch his limbs for the first time since he was born. Suddenly a soft mass of hair and flesh collides with him as a tender familiar voice cries out his name.

"BROLY!" Jewel excited says as she flings herself into his warm muscular embrace.

Despite the height difference between them Jewel felt as though Broly towered above her for he was exuding a Power Level of 5,000. Ten times as much as her own power level causing her to smile demurely as she dug herself firmly into his warm embrace, her eyes sparkling with reverence and adoration for this younger Older brother of hers who had the Power Level of a peak Mid-Class Saiyan Warrior.

Inhaling deeply, his face buried deep inside Jewels lovely mane of highlighted silky black hair he enjoyed the phenomenally refreshing scent naturally exuded by her body and hair as he returned her emotion filled hug with equal ardor and familial passion locking his arms firmly around her shapely torso as he gave her a hug.

As he glanced up toward her face he could clearly see the look of love and respect on her face towards him from the tiny amount of Ki he was exuding. Smiling amusingly to himself, Broly wondered internally If she was to know that this was only 1/100th of his totally power level would she bow down in utter reverence or pass out in complete terror for his true power level after assiduously meditating for almost three years and also in part thanks to his superior Saiyan genes was in fact 550,700.

Alas with such a rapid growth in power his Ki Control was not perfect anymore and concealing his Ki emissions completely were beyond his current ability. The best he could manage now was to suppress his Ki emission to a weak Power Level of 10.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity had passed Broly quickly separated himself from the reluctant Jewel slightly forceful before lightly admonishing her as he saw the pouting look of childish disappointment as though he had taken from her her favorite toy upon her lovely face saying, "Enough Jewel, they'll be plenty of time in the future to hug after we escape! Now hand me my combat suit so I can get dressed, we have only a short time to steal the ship before Frieza destroys the planet!"

Hearing him remind her of the planets doom snaps her out of her daze like a cold bucket of water to the face as she quickly fetches the set of custom combat attire neatly folded on her workbench against the wall.

Returning quickly she handed him a pile of neatly folded clothing and armor comprised of one white full body skintight adjustable combat jumpsuit, one pair adjustable white Saiyan combat boots, one pair adjustable white Saiyan combat gloves and one sleeveless gold and white adjustable elite Saiyan torso armor just like Bardock's which he quickly dons in smooth succession, one piece after the other.

He then equipped his hi-tech golden scouter on his left ear with the display over his left eye with a click, his golden arm computer on his left arm and Jewel's custom designed arm cannon which was streamlined like a pure white seamless metallic hi-tech gauntlet with gold filigree lines and a small designer name [Jewel] engraving on his right arm.

Clenching his fists firmly he slowly stretched adjusting to his first set of clothes since he had been born then paused momentarily to study his image in the reflection of Jewels sparkling eyes and nodded approvingly for with his perfect ratio body and muscular physique clad all in white with some gold accessories and his shoulder length black hair he looked quite handsome like a 3ft 3in tall young Saiyan warrior prince charming despite only barely being almost three years old.

Glancing one final time at the incubation room he had spent the first part of his life he quickly turned to Jewel and said, "Enough lollygagging, it's time to go Jewel! Quickly follow me, we must make are way to the secret hanger and reach that ship before the planet is destroyed!"

Nodding solemnly Jewel steeled her heart as Broly unerringly led the way, dashing quickly thru the maze like corridors underneath the castle. Eventually they began to encounter guards patrolling this area of the castle but with time running out Broly didn't even waste time to sneak around them he simply used [Rapid Movement] to disappear then reappear behind them whereupon he would give them a power blow to their neck with a quick, precise chop knocking them out.

Flittering thru the hallways like a ghost Broly dealt countless precise strikes to every Saiyan they encountered while firing a beam of energy from his arm cannon directly into the head and chest of every alien he encountered leaving a pile of both corpses and unconscious victims in his wake as he raced against the clock.