Overpowered (92)

Broly moved quickly in the kitchen, preparing several meals at the same time. He blurred across various sections, microwaving, seasoning, baking with a look of intense discomfort on his face.

DOOOOOOMB!

His stomach rumbled loudly as hunger pains stabbed him from the inside, begging him for more resources. While his body made a complete and miraculous recovery from the torturous punishment it received it was by no means healthy.

Previously Broly's body was being sustained on ki alone, most of the nutrients and minerals left in his body completely used up when tending to his wounds. Ki didn't magically heal on its own, it instead stimulated the body to work at faster rates while also acting as a catalyst significantly reducing the time needed for healing to happen.

Long story short, Broly's body which could be described as a Super Warehouse before was suddenly empty, each shelf and cupboard run dry of any substance, causing his frenzy in the kitchen now.

Broly had already wolfed down some sandwiches to keep his body going but that was far from satisfactory for him.

He would have called Queen Vegeta to come and help him cook but she now avoided him like the plague, only stopping to say good morning and collect her food at mealtimes.

Broly didn't even bother moving towards the dining area, instead quickly devouring everything as soon as it was done. He didn't even have time to savour the taste as he ate with the speed of a thousand starving children, various Tsufurian super minerals and nutrients held at gunpoint and robbed by his body.

It was almost embarrassing for him to admit it but dying of starvation was more likely for him than dying in battle.

Broly breathed heavily as the mountain of food disappeared.

Broly dragged his body to his study, his belly stuffed but his muscles still weak.

'I guess no gym for the time being' he chuckled to himself.

Broly waited expectantly, only realising a few seconds later that Yami hadn't responded. He was unsure of what had happened specifically as his memories were hazy and distorted when he had transformed but it seemed to him that Yami was struggling, acting like Broly did after a series of rapid workouts.

He didn't know how long it would be until Yami came back but having his head to himself wasn't something he could bring himself to complain about.

Broly sat down at his desk, looking at his computer onboard Zelta.

He quickly brought up his analytics and gasped when he saw the results.

'What the fuck happened to me?'

Broly quickly covered his mouth.

He cursed.

Under normal circumstances Broly had saint-like patience, kindness and meekness but since he transformed he felt much more...relaxed than before.

Looking at the analytics he knew why.

The part of his brain that controlled his anger, the amygdala, was spamming his pre-frontal cortex with electronic impulses, interfering with his ability to rationally think and interpret the world around him.

'Now I know what Yami meant when he said I have built-in anger issues'

Broly even when he was in the state barely managed to control his emotions, trivial things like his chair being too small or the way he had to move his leg to navigate his room becoming viable reasons for him to destroy the world around him.

The state had also screwed with his cerebellum, the part of his brain that recognised speech patterns and dictated muscle movement, explaining at least partially why his body had grown so much and why when Yami spoke it only irritated him.

'Legendary Super Saiyan!' Broly said, recalling the name Yami called him.

If he looked at it from a fighting point of view then it was indeed an inconceivable tool for mass destruction: any limiters placed on his ki regeneration seemingly voided, increasing his healing factor and ability to receive zenkais to almost instantaneous speeds and increasing his fighting range and strength output massively.

He was extremely overpowered.

Even in his base state, he struggled to find an equal opponent to fight against, the Mentelians being the first to break the mould.

Broly tapped the keys on his computer hastily, trying to figure out the precise numbers.

"FOURTEEN BILLION?"

Broly shouted aloud, his voice shaking his room as spoke, completely startled by the massive number that cropped up on his screen.

[Broly] - 17

Strength: 7,981,457,000

Agility: 6,243,985,000

Intelligence: 327,000

Endurance: 8,356,000

Battle Power: 14,404,326,000

Threat Level: Z

Broly was thoroughly shaken as he saw the numbers on the screen, he had input any power level value above one billion as a Z Tier threat but he had never expected that he would actually reach that value.

'Even here my agility is still considerably worse than my strength' he thought disappointedly.

This was problem Broly had noticed in his build, he wasn't designed to be fast.

Broly knew the importance of manoeuvrability and agility in a fight, if you couldn't hit your opponent you should at least be able to dodge them.

Regardless of the fact that Broly's actual ability was at a preposterous level it still irritated him that the gap between strength and agility was widening.

'I really need to up my agility training seriously'

Broly wanted to be at least equally as fast as he was strong but this goal seemed to become more and more impossible as his strength naturally sprinted away from his other physical attributes.

Broly tapped more keys on his keyboard, going over the statistics a bit more.

'It also seems that it isn't a transformation I can use at will, it only comes when my body is in great physical distress,' he said, thinking analytically.

The 'Legendary Super Saiyan' state was like his body going to crisis mode, allowing his body to be pushed to its utmost limit, increasing his power by a number in the hundreds.

Broly let out a soft sigh.

'Seems like finding a good fight is going to be harder than I thought'