te all know that broly is big and powerful. But I feel bad for him king vegeta won't him killed and with that lets get to the story.

I broly am starind into my haret and I see not a thing inside all I feel is my hunger to kill and figth and no Amore at all I hate my dad to him I am his toy a pet più o less I sit here on the higthset pont on the plant feeling the softed wind tsiwed all a rowed me I Amore the quited and peace of it all and that makes me forgetted my sad life ever time I think back to it is pain and blood the cry of katarotad run throw me the cry it makes me mad very mad soon the sun sarts to rise and I take off I flow the nigth were ever it gose for I am broly and my pain and hate coved and battle and that is why I am the way I am