The World That Forged Her...
The alternate X-Gene Earth was never gentle to those who are different..
This version of the mutant world had learned early that survival belonged to those who struck first and finished what they started.
Governments collapsed.Heroes were hunted. Power was not admired; it was feared.
Broko felt her before he saw her.
A Saiyan signature—raw, feral, moving.
Not lounging in palaces.
Not posturing for worship.
But hunting.
Nina
She came at him without warning.
No speech.
No introduction.
A blur of motion tore through the ruined city, rubble vaporizing behind her as she slammed into Broko with a knee at his chest aimed to kill.
Power Level (initial): ~6.2 million...
Broko blocked, barely as his feet were carving trenches through concrete.
She laughed.
Hungrily.
"So you're the one killing impostors," she said, tail whipping behind her.
"Good. I was hoping it was true."
She attacked again, claws of ki sharpened instinctively, targeting throat, spine, heart.
No wasted movement.
No theatrics.
Broko grinned in anticipation for the first time in years....
The Test—Unspoken
He dropped his power to match hers.
Broko (suppressed): 6.2 million
They clashed like animals.
She fought to end him, every strike lethal, every feint a trap. She let her Saiyan instincts dominate, not suppressing rage, not controlling bloodlust but directing it.
She took damage.
She enjoyed it.
"Hit me harder," Nina taunted, wiping blood from her mouth. "Or I'll take your head."
Broko did.
And she laughed a little breathless and thrilled.
When he finally overwhelmed her and pinned her to the ground, her tail wrapped around his thick tail instinctively.
Not truly submission but interest.
"So big man ," she said, eyes blazing with sky intent , "do I pass your little test ? Or do you need me to try killing you again?"
Broko released her and unwrapped his tail from hers with a strange lingering feeling going up his tail.
Then said with a slight smirk " don't play with fire"
Then Turned away.
"You passed the moment you tried to end me," he said.
She rose, stretching seductively , completely unashamed.
"Good," Nina replied. "Because I was getting bored here everyone is weaker than me now, bunch of weaklings running around acting tough and shit, so I've decided to let you take me away ."
Broko only smirks at her....
...
Nina followed Broko without hesitation.
No questions about safety.
No concern for worlds left behind.
Only one condition.
"If you ever stop pushing me," she said, smirking, "I'll try killing you again."
Broko accepted.
...
Years of Blood and Gravity
The hidden Saiyan enclave became something else with Nina's arrival.
She did not soften Broko's methods.
She amplified them.
The children Become Saiyan terrifying.
The four Saiyan children grew under:
Extreme gravity cycles
Controlled starvation followed by combat
Near-death regeneration training
Ki suppression drills
Combat without transformation reliance
Nina trained beside them not above them.
She bled with them.
She broke bones alongside them.
She mocked and taunted weakness openly.
"Again," she'd snarl when one collapsed. "Or I'll finish what the universe started."
Broko watched.
Corrected them when they made mistakes .
Refined their ki control
Power Growth (Decades of Brutal Refinement)
By the time Broko reached his 40s:
Broko (Compressed Great Ape Base): 350,000,000.
Nina: 121,000,000
Saiyan A(toka) : 65,000,000
Saiyan B(kinks) : 58,000,000
Saiyan C( sera) : 47,000,000
Saiyan D (mata) : 40,000,000
No golden forms.
No divine shortcuts.
Only their earned base strength.
...
Elsewhere:
The Galaxy Burns...
Planet Vegeta
The sky turned orange .
History proceeded as it always had.
The planet and it's people died screaming.
Broko felt it from light-years away.
He said nothing.
Neither did Nina.
The young Saiyans knelt.
in grief and new In oath.
....
Elsewhere
King Cold's Shadow
King Cold was no longer complacent.
Retirement had hardened him.
He trained.
He refined his final form.
Not for Frieza.
Not for Cooler.
Not any more but,
For conquest beyond familiar space.
King Cold (Final Form, Post-Training):
Power Level—Undisclosed.
The East Galactic Cluster burned first.
Betrayal of Ice
Cooler discovered the truth too late.
Frieza had been moving pieces for years, undermining Cold loyalists, sabotaging Cooler's territories, spreading whispers of weakness.
When Cooler's Intel division finally narrowed down the truth of his troubles, he went straight to Frieza.
Their confrontation shattered a fortress world as cooler was furious and chose to go all out without transforming.
Cooler won.
Barely.
Frieza fled, smiling.
Cooler did not chase.
He remembered another name.
Broko.
...
Elsewhere .
Flashback: What They Became
Broko
He taught them this:
"A Saiyan is not born superior.
A Saiyan chooses to be."
He stripped away empty pride.
Replaced it with resolve.
....
Nina
She learned restraint not mercy.
Control over self not hesitation.
She still flirted even more dangerously.
"You know," she'd say mid-spar, surprise knee driving into Broko's ribs, "if you ever die, I'm conquering your faction and taking you stuff ."
Broko would respond by increasing by putting her in a full Nelson .
"That's it big man, don't go easy on me" Nina said not trying to resist....
...
POV switch....
The Four Saiyans grew up well and strong
They learned to fight without rage.
Without fear.
Without hope of rescue.
They became quiet.
Efficient.
Terrifying.
....
The Present:
Cooler's armada emerged from hyperspace.
Enhanced.
Elite.
His squadron radiated power.
Each warrior: ~ 50 to 110 million+
Cooler himself descended last.
Silent.
Focused.
The air trembled.
Broko stepped forward.
Nina cracked her neck, smiling.
The four Saiyans spread out formation instinctive.
No speeches.
No declarations.
Only inevitability.
This is what we were forged for, Broko thought.
Not just mere survival.
Battle .
...
The galaxy held its breath.
End of Chapter Ten