Super Scouter (37)

Broly sat in his chair at his workstation, contemplating his options.

Initially, as a newbie at the lowest level of the corporate ladder, Dr Barrel wanted to assign Broly the smallest location within his power. However, Broly's size meant that he would be physically unable to work in the provided area. This led to the department managers and eventually the President of Technological Development giving Broly express permission to design his workstation and equipment the way he wanted.

As Broly intended on building spaceships, he couldn't do this in a small garage, he was now in a massive aircraft hangar, consequently, this meant that Broly was stationed on the edge of Tuffle City but with his speed, this position was hardly an inconvenience.

'What to do...' Broly thought dryly.

The tournament was in five weeks and he didn't want to start building his ship only to stop halfway, he wanted to finish something within that time period.

'Eureka!'

Broly had an idea.

"Mr Yellow!" Broly called out.

A smooth white metallic briefcase on his desk transformed into a three-foot-tall flying humanoid. It had cylindrical limbs with hands and feet attached at the ends and smalls wings on it's back and heels. Its body was a light yellow shade, bordering white, but its eyes thrummed blue as it sprang to life.

"Yes Broly?" it answered in a cool, masculine voice.

"What's my power level?"

"Master Broly is sitting at a lofty... 66,000? There must be an error! Just a few days ago you were at-"

"Don't worry, it's just because my body isn't powered with ki, that's my power level in my most suppressed state," Broly said tapping his arm guards.

Mr Yellow flew closer to Broly, squinting.

"Oh my! There's over a kilomol per centimetre cubed of ki in there!"

"A kilomol per centimetre cubed? How did you calculate that? I didn't programme those kinds of calculations into you!" Broly said curiously.

"You taught me how to connect myself to the Skynet when you wanted me to tell you the commands for Superstar Fighterz combos, so I connected myself back and did some research," Mr Yellow chirped excitedly.

"Still a kilomol? How did the scientists manage to condense my ki that much?"

"Pffft! That's not your major my friend, in layman's terms they created brand new compression techniques and let's just say that the ki in your guards is ridiculously dense while the volume of those armbands is insanely deceptive," Mr Yellow said, showing off a little.

"How did they do that?!"

"Go study Quantum Physics if you want to know, when you build a ship I'll turn into a hard drive and you can have all the information on Sythis!" Mr Yellow said doing backflips in the air.

Broly stared at his creation wondering when exactly it overtook him in terms of intelligence.

"Don't be so jealous, if it makes you feel better I'm not nearly as jacked as you are," Mr Yellow said kindly.

Broly chuckled.

"We're getting sidetracked, my first point was that the-"

"Scouters are unreliable and let me guess you want to build a better version?" Mr Yellow said it's metallic face smiling at Broly.

"How did you know?" Broly asked, now sitting up in his chair.

"Cus I know you, you fleshy people are so predictable! In fact, I've already written up the schematics! RPG-style just the way you like it!"

"Stop it," Broly said playfully.

"The robot revolution is coming! We're going to take over!"

"I'm revoking your Skynet privileges"

"Wah! I'm sorry! Wait! Please don't!" Mr Yellow cried, pleading.

"Not so high and mighty now," Broly said getting a piece of paper and a pencil.

"Yes, Master Broly! You're the best Master Broly!"

"You're going to have to work to get them back, write down a list of items were going to need and then the schematics you were talking about," Broly said, walking towards the storage closet.

"Yes sir!" Mr Yellow said, picking up the pencil and moving its hand furiously.

By the time Broly walked back with his laptop, the whole thing was finished.

"I can programme this," Broly said confidently.

"Of course you can! Do you know how hard my processor worked to dumb this down for you!"

Mr Yellow immediately covered its mouth.

"Hmm, I may have to tweak your personality algorithms"

"Noooooooo!" Mr Yellow said, hurriedly trying to fly away.

"Failsafe," Broly said, not even turning around.

CLUNK!

Mr Yellow's metallic body hit the floor, completely immobilised.

"That's such a cruel mechanic!"

"But it's effective"

"Hmph!"

Broly dragged Mr Yellow's body back to his workstation.

"Let's get started!"

(4 Weeks Later)

"It's finished!" Mr Yellow said triumphantly.

"It would have been done sooner if you hadn't insisted that we build the beta version into your processor," Broly said critically.

"Hey! I'm the high priority android here! Mr Yellow! The best Android in the universe!"

"I definitely need to adjust your personality algorithms"

"Uwaaah! So anyway..."

A bright white flash shot out from Mr Yellow's eyes.

"[Broly] - 16

Strength: 25,000

Agility: 21,000

Intelligence: 121,000

Endurance: 150,000

Battle Power: 66,000

Threat Level: B-"

"Ok great!" Broly said satisfied.

"Hmph!" Broly's hair raised as ki soaked into his body like a sponge, he kept filling up until he reached a 'full' feeling. Broly then guided his ki over his arms and legs, supplying them with his chaotic life energy.

"[Broly] - 16

Strength: 3,250,000

Agility: 2,850,000

Intelligence: 121,000

Endurance: 125,000

Battle Power: 6,630,000

Threat Level: SSS"

Mr Yellow again called out the figures he saw.

"The threat level is the most important thing, it's relative to the wearer of the Super Scouter and so it changes accordingly, I also need to increase my speed training," Broly said murmuring to himself.

"Why are the numbers so nice?"

"I rounded them up to the nearest thousand, it's easier on the processor and better to look at," Broly said proudly.

"Hmmm, ok....." Mr Yellow said, dissatisfied with the level of accuracy.

"I have some adjustments I want to make to your armour, the tournaments next week and I would like to give you an advantage"

"How sweet"

"I'm gonna add a built-in machine gun!"

"Failsafe"

CLUNK!

"Mean!"

"Uh-huh," Broly said leaving his workstation.

"Where are you going?"

"Agility training," Broly said he flew out of the aircraft hangar.

(Author's Note: Broly's power level base form is 6.6 million? 330 million at Super Saiyan? Broly's too OP! What will happen with the Great Ape Transformation? And Super Saiyan 4! Nerfs, Nerfs approaching... but logical nerfs not bullshit nerfs!)