Broly The Saiyan of Legend!

Taro fried a big meat drumstick with his ki and was just about to bite into it but before he could, it was snatched out of his hands. He was about to complain but saw how Broly already began to eat.

"That- that was mine…" Taro mumbled.

"Did you say something?" Broly growled while eating.

"Nope."

"Broly, won't we go back to the lookout?" Aize asked. He was sitting on the ground, leaning against a small boulder. He looked in the direction the androids just flew to.

"No, it doesn't matter anymore. I didn't think that they would cooperate with each other, especially Cell, but it seems our appearance made a greater impact than I initially thought. You can go explore this planet or train, whatever you want, but you will be here in 13 days, otherwise there will be consequences." Broly shot a glance at Taro who had his mouth full of food. He forcibly gulped it down at once.

"Of course, you can count on me!" Broly only sighed, before he looked back at Aize.

"Make sure he is here."

"Understood."

Broly nodded at the response. He then flew to the middle of the arena. He sat down cross-legged and started meditating. His body slowly raised itself into the air. While he was levitating, electricity started appearing all over his body.

He circulated his energy, refining his control and generating more ki. He didn't only increase his ki, in the meantime, he used image training to further his control of his other energies. But this wasn't enough to occupy him. With the increasing strength of his mental energy, he was able to multitask on more things without getting mentally exhausted.

Because of that he used the time to train his senses. As of now he always had to actively use his vision of truth if he wanted to see something well hidden. He wanted that the periphery was constantly, consciously or unconsciously completely revealed to him. So, he expanded his senses across the ground. It grew rapidly, covering more and more ground.

Surprisingly his senses didn't seem to have a limit to expand, if he used more focus on it. Because he was currently cultivating his other energies, he didn't think the area he covered would grow this tremendously. In a span of a few days his senses covered the whole planet's surface, which was currently his limit, but he could feel that with more time he would get better in distinguishing the different signals he was receiving.

He was able to 'see' every living creature, rocks, plants, oceans, even air itself was perceived by him. He saw how Taro had robbed yet another restaurant, while Aize was looking at some weapons in a shop nearby. Cell was meditating on an island while waiting for the Z-Fighters. He saw Chi-Chi with a worried face, Bulma working on some device and Roshi reading dirty magazines. Thieves, gangs, scientists, politicians, athletes, martial artists.

Many earthlings had dismissed his message, seemingly thinking it was only a bad prank, but the authorities had taken it more seriously because of the city Cell had destroyed. They began to mobilize their army. Hercule Satan was being informed to take actions as well.

All the information was almost overloading his brain as it was practically bombarding him. Every normal person would have already turned into a retard. Even the Z-Fighters who had trained their mental energy through image training, would not be able to handle it.

Ambition took over and he wanted to go even further beyond.

He wanted to know how far he could go with this. He stopped circulating his energies and wholly focused on expanding his senses. His body had already landed on the ground because all his energies were dormant. He was so focused on expanding that the time seems to shoot past him. He didn't even notice how his former rich but also crude mental energy was being refined with every second.

He wanted to go further, the surface wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to expand it not only into the ground but into the sky as well, until nothing could enter or leave the atmosphere of this planet without him noticing.

****

In the meantime, the androids arrived on the lookout. The Z-Fighters observed them calmly, the human fighters were still a little bit tense, but the now Super Namekian, Piccolo and Goku had given them more than enough confident to engage them if needed.

Piccolo and Goku were scrutinizing them, while the androids did the same, especially 16, who focused intently on Goku.

18 stabbed his sides with her elbow.

"Afterwards, okay?" 16 looked at her, he closed his eyes contemplating about something. In the end, he did not take any actions, which surprised 17 and 18. Although they had asked him not to take action, he was after all different than they were. He was, unlike them, a real android. They were humans with enhancement, Cyborgs, they could ignore the instructions given to them, but 16 wasn't supposed to be capable of that.

"I know what to do, otherwise the whole planet and all its inhabitants will die." This was his answer. Was his desire to protect nature able to overshadow his program or was something else the cause?

"So, what are you here for?" Piccolo asked as he approached them with crossed arms.

"We want to help against the followers of this Broly guy." 17 stepped forwards.

"Fine. Now we don't have to search for you. In the next 2 weeks we will train and make a plan on how to beat them."

"Train? How will training for 2 weeks help?" 17 asked doubtfully.

"Before we answer that, can you even improve through training?" Piccolo observed them of any possible lies.

"Yes, we aren't robots. We are humans with some enhancement, so of course we can get stronger if we wanted to."

"If that is the case, we have a room called Hyperbolic Time Chamber, where 1 year inside equals 1 day outside."

The androids were shocked by this revelation.

"Why are you telling them?? What if they are still planning to kill us?" Yamcha shouted out but was quickly quieted by Piccolo's glare.

"They will go inside the room as well. We need them to be even stronger than they are now. Don't worry, they aren't the only ones who can improve." Piccolo showed a confident smile.

"Yeah, no worries. After I achieve the new form, I can beat them up with one arm!" Goku added with a grin.

"You know we are right here…" 18 mumbled.

"Either way, we have to wait for Vegeta and Trunks to come out, then we initiate our plan with Cell."

"Cell, who is that?"

"Another one of Dr. Gero's invention…" Piccolo explained everything about Cell and Cell's intention to absorb them.

"You are not planning on handing us over to that monster, are you?" 17 took on a stance, ready to engage at any moment.

"Hey, we are the good guys!" Yamcha shouted out. 17 side glanced at him but focused back on Piccolo, evidently Yamcha wasn't worth listening to.

"We have two other models that are based on you, we will get them as soon as Trunks comes out of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."

17 squinted after hearing this.

"He comes out tomorrow, right? If that's the case, we just come back in a few days. If we enter that time room or whatever, it doesn't really matter if we only come in a week, right? So, until you are done, we are going out and have some fun." 17 answered, evidently, he spoke for 18 and 16 as well, since they didn't refute anything he said.

Krillin wanted to say something, but they left as quickly as they arrived. Although the two groups allied themselves, they were still doubtful of each other. It was best for them to separate for now.

****

A day passed slowly for the Z-Fighters as they were still tense from the overall situation. They noticed that two figures slowly stepped outside of the temple. It was Vegeta and Trunks.

Vegeta had regained his arrogant expression after being beaten by a woman. He had lost a lot of confident, after all he had finally achieved to become a Super Saiyan only to be beaten by the second fight, he had. Now however, he had regained his pride and was confident in beating the androids.

Trunks came out with a solemn face. He still gave off a serious aura like before, maybe even more so, but what was clearly different was the confident he was exuding.