Chapter 2: The Tower of Heaven

(Flashback)

Bam!*

"ARGH!" A young Broly crashed into the ground forming a small crater around him.

His body was hurting, his hands were broken, his lips were cut and bleeding and his mind was on the brink of losing control.

His father called his power a gift, the ability to harness the power of the great ape being the greatest source of the power of all saiyan kind.

His powers just happened to be more attuned to it.

"Raaaaaargh!" He pushed past everything, letting his Ki swell around him, creating a fiery white coloured aura with a slight green tint.

Ignoring the pain of his wounds, he stood up, the Saiyan armour he always had on his now had an extra crack in it. He got back into a fighting stance.

"Yes, That is how you fight Broly! Always stand up! Never lose in a battle, or else only death awaits you!" Paragus came flying in, ready for another round of training.

He did not want to fight.

"Do you hear me Broly!" Paragus flashed a remote at him.

Broly stance became rigid and frightful, his neck still sore from the regular shocks from the collar he was forced to wear. Every single time at the push of the button, unimaginable pain would rack his body for what felt like forever.

"Y-Yes, fa-father," Broly said submissively, his words slightly slurred.

This has been going ever since he was out of his pod. The harsh training, the cruel environment and the dangerous creatures. Each tried their hardest to kill him, but he prevailed and even came to enjoy the place.

Vampa became his home.

He even made a friend, Bah.

But his father didn't share his opinion, his only desire was to one day leave and have him enact revenge on King Vegeta.

Having friends and playing around was seen by him as a sign of weakness and laziness. His father had cut off the ear of Bah in his anger which broke the trust and friendship he had with the beast.

Broly still kept the cut off ear on his waist, hoping one day, they may return to what they once were.

"Remember Broly, the moment you lose is the day you will die."

To lose.

Lose...

...never lose...

...always win...

...no matter what.

(End Flashback)

"Hurgh is this all the progress you've done!?" Erza's heart stopped as she heard the shout from the guards. "Work harder, or else you will be replaced vermin! These last few days might have been easier for you all but don't forget, you are still slaves!"

The guards were doing their routine check-up of everyone's progress. Today, old man Kale was the unfortunate one. Without proper food, he had grown very weak and frail. Not to mention his old age made it impossible for him to mine like the rest. Just walking took great effort on his part, no matter how much he tries, he wouldn't be able to mine.

"Oi, Dero, you're wasting your time with these slaves. This old man will soon die on his own, just assign someone else in his position." Advised another guard.

Erza did not want to stay anywhere near them for any longer. She stealthy left the area without the guards noticing her. She was small enough to squeeze by other people and remain hidden while doing so, the only problem being he red hair which was very eye-catching.

Her task of collecting the daily rations was done so she walked back to Rob and the others.

She soon came to spot the newest addition to their group. Wild overgrown hair, tanned skin and a height that dwarfed everyone despite him still looking like a teenager.

Broly.

Two prominent scars covered his body, one on his chest and another one on his face. He got them before ending up in the Tower of Heaven. That shocked her and the other, as they thought he might have been a slave before ending up here. Broly tried to ease them up by saying it was from training but it only made them worry more.

His clothes were in better condition than the rest of the slaves. he wore black boots with white borders and green-striped toes, purple form-fitting pants, and black armbands with white ridges.

In addition to that grey coloured fur, he never took off. According to him, it belonged to an old friend of his and he hoped one day they could play together again.

Normally the guards would have long taken away such apparel from anyone, but Broly was a different case.

He crushed one of the guards hands when he tried taking away the fur. The rest proceeded to attack him with spears, swords and magic attacks but none even scratched him.

After a while of constant attacking, the guards became tired and Broly, oddly didn't retaliate once. Rather he went to sit in a random spot and began resting.

For the following days no guards ever disturbed him, they were too scared of the guy. Not knowing how to deal with him, they just left him alone, for now. Erza didn't know much about the inner working of the ones behind the tower but she knew that they wouldn't let Broly have his way for long.

"Broly-niichan, I brought food!" She blushed a bit with the name calling. Erza didn't want to be left out, so she hard resorted to calling him as such. One thing she found out about him, was that he found the slop they were feed and the dirty water to be extremely delicious.

Jellal and the rest looked at him like he was some sort of alien. He ate the gruel with the hard as rocks bread with gusto and a wonder-filled face. Treating everything as if it was one of the best meals he had eaten in his life.

"Do you have enough for the others?" Asked Broly while he carried a stone twice his size like it weighed nothing! Literally taking over everyone's workload, including herself. "I can ask for more."

Jellal who now always trailed behind him like a lost puppy answered, "No need Aniki! Thanks to you the guards don't dare to mess with us anymore!"

'For now." she thought.

Jellal along with the rest had taken an immediate liking to Broly. He, Millianna, Sho and Wally saw Broly as a hero and as a big brother figure.

Including herself.

"Yeah, I got extra rations from the guards, they even gave me cans of clean water!" Never had she ever thought that her time in this hell hole would one day turn for the better. Don't get her wrong, she Erza desired nothing more than to leave this place, it just so happened that thanks to Broly's presence things have become a bit more bearable.

"Erza you're back." Rob came out of the small tent, his face no longer tired from the hard work ever since Broly took over it. "Are there any injured people today? I can use my magic to heal some of them."

She remembered the recent scene from the guards. "Old man Kale is in bad health, he'll need your help, Rob."

Rob nodded his head, "I'll visit him in a few moments."

Crash!*

She and Rob suddenly felt an earthquake explosion from the mining area. If this happened a few days ago, she would have worried about there being a crushed tunnel, which usually meant someone died.

'He makes it look so effortless'

But now, nearly everyone including the guards would come and spectate the source of the noise. It being none other than Broly creating a massive crater from just a single punch.

'He's so strong!' she couldn't help but be in awe at him.

"So cool!" Jellal screamed out loud with the others following suit. "Yeah, Broly!"

"Oh my god, he is going to destroy everything!"

The guards trembled in their boots at the display. They wondered why such a monster decided to stay and work in the mines of Tower.

He obviously had strong physical enhancing magical spells coupled with defensive ones since they couldn't hurt him.

Yet he always remained docile and took up the workload of nearly everyone involved.

Erza smiled at this display.

Who knew the once barren place, devoid of any sort of joy. Only filled with misery, out of nowhere began changing into a small yet joyful environment.

She hoped she could convince Broly to save everyone from this place.