Emergency Backup Plan (145)

"I still can't believe it," Dodoria said, picking up the last limb that somewhat resembled Lord Frieza that was floating in space.

"Believe it alright, the traitor actually managed to kill Lord Freiza," Zarbon said, looking at the ship diagnostics with a plan in mind.

"What do we do now?" Dodoria asked, putting the last limb inside a medical jar that contained every other piece of Lord Frieza.

"We have to regroup on Planet Frieza 69 and call of our troops there in batches, asking them to investigate nearby planets as a pretence," Zarbon said, calculatedly.

"Why don't they all come them at once?" Dodoria asked, deactivating her spacesuit.

"I much as I would love from everyone to come on me at the same time, the traitor could possibly follow them and then where would we be?"

"On?"

"I said at"

"No, you didn't!"

"Prove it"

Dodoria opened her mouth, only to close it and move on, bullying one of the pilots to set the course for Planet 69.

Frieza Planet 69 was a secret base on a planet far away from Frieza's normal quadrant of rule and only existed by word of mouth and letter, not an article in the entire database written about it.

King Cold had made it with the worst-case scenario in mind, the worst-case scenario which was now a reality.

"Thankfully Frieza ordered us to move there before he remained on his Planet, we would have died with him if we stayed," Zarbon said, thinking out loud.

"Wait what?! Lord Frieza is dead?" a nearby caretaker alien blurted, rejoicing at the news.

"Shooting star..."

Zarbon raised his arm, lifting behind his head as he charged the ki attack.

"EVERYBODY LISTEN! LORD FRIEZA IS-"

"Arrow"

Zarbon flung his arm forward and shot out a bright orange ki beam that eviscerated the weak body of the caregiver, erasing his ashes.

"Oh boy! Here I go killing again," Zarbon said reluctantly, charging his ki to erase the aliens who heard him.

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"This is problematic"

Whis was stuck in deep contemplation, not sure how to handle the matter at all. He wasn't even able to enjoy his dinner as the problem ached at his mind, preventing him from savouring good food.

Under regular circumstances, he wouldn't give a hot shit about what mortals got up to but this particular situation had the potential to mess up the universe in a big way.

'The problem is that his potential is too big, Zuno advised us not to kill him but he has even greater degrees of power not yet realised and his base form seemed to have rapidly grown in a short period of time from simply losing a fight'

Whis again thought the situation over and reached a conclusion.

He double-tapped his staff.

"Vados?"

"Yes, Brother?"

"Wake Lord Champa from his nap, we're going to train him," Whis said determinedly, every trace of his existence disappearing from the universe.

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PSH!

Smoke burst out from the machine as Broly stood in front of it, an amused smile perpetually stuck on him.

"My power level is currently at 4.8 trillion," he said with a smirk on his face, unable to resist the urge to flex his muscles.

"You're readings are off the charts! We know that your power level is roughly around there but when we tried to find the specific attributes, the machine broke!" Mr Yellow cried exasperated, looking at his boss slightly proud and slightly afraid.

Broly snapped his fingers and a green version of himself thrummed into existence, the ki ghost being exactly like Broly, his height dominating but only sharing his ripped upper body, his lower body was a wisp that was formed in a diminuendo fashion.

"Fix it!" Broly commanded.

"Yes sir!" the ki ghost said obediently, picking up his tools and tending to the machine.

"Of course you can make your ki speak," Mr Yellow said, stroking Broly's ego.

Broly scoffed.

"I only made some air molecules move, even a tin-can can do that," Broly joked.

"What's that supposed to mean," Mr Yellow said, feigning to take offence.

"Nothing!" Broly said quickly, walking out of the room.

He stepped into the kitchen where several ki ghosts were whipping up meals as quickly as they could, drawing on the knowledge that Broly had while he controlled them mentally.

When he stopped on Planet Sythis he started farming manually, clearing out the second island and using it exclusively as food stock, able to produce several years worth of food for an ordinary Tsufurian in a few days, packing it all up in his newly expanded spaceship.

This turned out to be the smartest decision he ever made.

He was certain he would have died of starvation or at least suffered some kind of nasty hunger-related effect if he hadn't hastily devoured several weeks with of food in minutes, his body robbing the nutrients with ungodly speed and the frightening part was that he didn't even poop that much anymore, new enzymes and chemicals brewing inside him with every evolution.

Part of him wanted to stay in the form for as long as possible although the emotional imbalance was high. Mainly because Broly had taken nothing but Ws after killing King Cold, the 200x gravity strain laughable as he was now, juggling the weights at max settings like toys.

'I'm still horny though,' he thought tiredly, too proud to do anything by himself.

Broly sighed as he sat down on his desk, the whole station revamped and expanded to be reasonably large even for someone of his size.

[COLDGOD64209]

Broly tapped enter and browsed the Frieza Force archives, looking and analysing various strings of data in seconds. Broly was moderately intelligent by Tsufurian standards and so that meant he was a galaxy-brain intellectual as far as any other race was concerned.

"It seems like all of the noteworthy and interesting bases and races are all in the Brench Solar System, I'll pay those affiliates of Frieza a visit," he said satisfied, opening the application on his computer that could set courses for planets and did so, closing the application and opening his power level calculator.

'If my power level in Legendary Super Saiyan 2 is 4.2 trillion then my power level in regular Legendary is 2.1 trillion, meaning that my power level in ikari + Super Saiyan is about 1.5 trillion million meaning my base form is now at.....'

Broly punched the numbers into his calculator.

'2.1 billion'

An obscene number.

'Taking out the factor of ki it drops to.....'

Broly used his formula, making sure he carried the one.

'650 million'

A ridiculous number.

It was almost problematic being so powerful, Broly when using the maximum restraint he could, would still probably annihilate most alien species.

"In the entire universe, whose power level is bigger than mine?" Broly thought eagerly, the urge to fight and struggle swelling in his chest as he contemplated his strength.