The transport ship drifted through open
space, engines humming steadily as Broly stood alone in the cargo bay.
No enemies to worry about right now..
Just free time.
He extended his hand.
A loose metal crate several tons, magnetically locked to the floor trembled.
Broly frowned.
"…Too much."
The crate lurched, denting inward as invisible pressure crushed it slightly before he released his ki. It slammed back down with a heavy clang.
He closed his eyes.
Perfect Ki Control wasn't just about suppressing power. It was about expression deciding how power touched the world.
He breathed.
Instead of pushing ki outward like a blast, he imagined it as threads. Tens of thousands of microscopic strands, weaving around the object. Supporting it. Listening to it..
He tried again.
The crate rose slowly, cleanly and no distortion or tremor.
Broly's eyes opened, widening slightly.
"…There."
He lifted it higher, rotating it midair. The weight fed back into his awareness not as strain, but as information like Density. Balance and Resistance.
This wasn't brute telekinesis.
This was conversation.
Step One: Weight Discipline
He practiced with limits.
One finger.
One object.
One meter...
If the object shook, he stopped. If it warped, he reset.
He learned quickly that lifting was easy.
Holding was harder.
Maintaining a stable ki field without instinctively crushing or flinging required patience that went against every Saiyan impulse in his blood.
More than once, his instincts surged from time to time...
Throw it.
Smash it.
...
Broly gritted his teeth.
"No."
He forced the ki inward, stabilizing the field.
The crate hovered perfectly still.
Step Two: Multiplicity
Next came complexity.
He lifted five objects at once each a different mass.
A crate.
A fuel canister.
Loose tools.
A shattered door panel.
Each floated at a different height, rotating independently.
Sweat beaded on his brow not from effort, but focus.
This wasn't taxing his body.
It was taxing his mind.
His ki wanted to unify. To surge. To dominate.
Instead, he split it like holding five separate conversations at once.
His power pulsed.
He suppressed it instantly.
Step Three: Fine Control
Broly reached for something smaller.
A bolt.
Barely larger than his fingernail.
He lifted it.
Carefully.
It spun once then stabilized.
Broly smiled faintly.
This is how gods move matter, he thought. Not with force… but authority.
For a moment, the violent whispers faded.
The Legendary Super Saiyan instincts didn't disappear but they quieted, confused by restraint..
Broly lowered everything gently back into place.
His breathing was steady.
And yet…
He felt it..
His base strength had increased again not explosively, but inevitably.
Even training control fed the beast.
"…Figures," he muttered.
Still, this mattered.
If he couldn't master precision, then every future fight against Frieza's elites, against the Ginyu Force, against monsters far worse, who would push him closer to losing himself.
He clenched his hand, feeling ki coil obediently around his fingers instead of erupting outward.
I don't just need to be stronger, he thought.
I need to be smaller.
The ship surged onward toward Planet 076.
Behind him, unseen, two warriors closed the distance , slowly
And Broly kept training.