The Prisoner's Roar

Broly looked up, staring at the sky that always pressed down on him, suffocating and heavy.

The aged, dark red star above still hung in the lead-grey firmament, stingy with its meager light and warmth.

The entire wasteland was smeared with a color like dried blood, with cracks and rubble everywhere, resembling the last remaining bones of a world.

This planet, with a diameter of barely three thousand kilometers, was nothing but a dead rock discarded by the universe.

Broly remained its only sentient life.

He was still the exile, erased from the family records, the eternal prisoner who couldn't even touch the nearest reaches of the starry sky.

The wind grew colder.

His fingers slowly tightened in the dead silence, his knuckles popping.

His hand was covered in scars, the weathering of time long since etched into his flesh, but now it trembled slightly from the sheer force of his grip.

Gravel fell through his fingers, each grain like a countdown, waiting for a silent verdict.

"Why..."

These three words were not shouted.

They seemed to be ground out from the deepest corners of his soul, from those forgotten years, from every painful shackle he had ever endured.

Each syllable was filled with the magma that had failed to cool for forty-one years—why was it that the moment he opened his eyes, all he could see was this cage that knew no light?

Why was he born a monster in the eyes of others, a source of fear, a tool to be used, only to be discarded like trash into a place of exile?

Why, with this blood capable of tearing stars apart, could he not even escape this patch of ragged sand and stone?

Hum—

A low resonance vibrated from the deepest part of his body, arriving even before the light.

It was not his reason, but an ancient instinct, suddenly awakening amidst a towering rage.

Following this, a verdant green light erupted—not like fire, nor electricity, but more like a living, boiling energy.

It first wrapped around his body as a thin film, then suddenly expanded, shooting into the sky and transforming into a raging pillar of energy.

The air crackled and popped, the light twisted and wavered, and everything became blurred and fractured, as if viewing the world through a burning furnace.

"Why—!!!"

He shouted the words, and this roar shattered all his suppression.

The sound exploded from him as the center, shockwaves spreading violently along the ground.

The rock strata beneath his feet, weathered by hundreds of millions of years, instantly filled with cracks like glass.

But the cracks didn't spread slowly; they exploded!

Crack! Boom!

With him as the epicenter, the land for several kilometers around collapsed and disintegrated simultaneously! Huge boulders were tossed into the air by an invisible force, only to be caught by the even more violent green energy field, crushed, and ground into powder—leaving behind nothing but crystalline dust dancing in the sky, still radiating heat.

At the center of the vortex of destruction, Broly's body was undergoing a drastic change.

His waist-length, untrimmed black hair began to be dyed through with emerald green from the roots.

The green was terrifyingly intense, as if the life of a forest and the darkness of the deep sea had been compressed into a single drop; it was neither the gold of a Super Saiyan nor the scarlet of the divine realm.

This color existed only in ancient taboos and legends—it was the color of "Legend" itself.

Within the radiance, his face twisted.

His black irises were burned into molten gold, and his pupils contracted into two sharp, emerald points, like the eyes of a beast staring at its prey—cold and lethal.

His body expanded and grew taller amidst the popping sounds, his muscle fibers rewritten as if to become stronger and faster, yet he did not turn into a bulky monster; instead, he took on a form that was nearly perfect, containing the power of destruction.

His old clothes had turned to ash the moment the energy erupted, and now, only a dense green aura, resembling armor, covered his body.

This was not a "transformation" achieved through training.

This was the cage breaking, the beast unleashed.

This was the "truth" that had been sealed for forty-one years, finally released!

"Aaaaaahhhhh—!!!"

Broly threw his head back, veins bulging on his neck, and let out a heart-wrenching roar at the perpetually grey sky of Vampa.

Forty-one years of anger, loneliness, resentment, and despair—all the darkness surged together, breaking through the final dam.

A torrent of energy, a hundred times thicker than before and condensed like a massive pillar of jade, erupted from his open mouth and every cell in his body, stabbing straight into the firmament! Where the beam passed, it did not merely pierce; it annihilated.

Vampa's dense, toxic atmosphere acted like a thin film, and just like a red-hot iron awl punching through, it emitted a sound like the planet's own wail, blasting open a terrifying hole.

But the destructive eruption did not stop after piercing the sky; it became even more violent, even more unstoppable.

It was no longer a pillar of light, but a wave of green destruction sweeping across the universe! Starting from Vampa, this torrent of rage and energy surged headlong into the cold, dead deep space.

Its speed was so fast it defied logic, causing space itself to tremble.

Along the way, a belt of meteoroids that had drifted for millions of years bore the brunt of the impact.

As soon as various rocks touched the edge of this green light, they didn't even have a chance to shatter; they were directly vaporized, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

Further away, several small asteroids that weren't hit directly had their orbits skewed just by being swept by the energy radiation, tumbling into the unknown darkness.

The space surrounding Vampa was also warped and stretched by this power, sending out ripples of strange spatial distortion as if an invisible giant hand were crumpling the starry sky.

At the very source of it all, Vampa was enduring the most violent agony since its birth.

Broly's roar was no longer just a sound, but a continuous, high-frequency energy pulse.

This pulse drilled into the earth, tore through the rock layers, churned the sea of magma beneath the crust, and finally slammed viciously into the planet's core.