Five months later.
Vegeta and Broly hit the arena floor at the same time—hard. Dust exploded upward, swallowing them whole. Their auras flickered, then died out.
Silence.
A sharp chime rang through the Colosseum.
"Enough." Frieza's voice was calm. Satisfied.
Energy restraints snapped on instantly, slamming into both Saiyans before either could move. Golden bands wrapped their limbs, necks, torsos—pinning them flat against the broken stone.
Broly tried to roar. Nothing came out.
Vegeta's fingers twitched. He couldn't even lift his head.
"Retrieve them," Frieza said.
Platforms rose from the arena floor. Mechanical arms descended, cold and precise, lifting the Saiyans like broken trophies. The giants stepped back, uninterested now.
Cut to white.
—
Lights.
Harsh. Blinding.
Vegeta gasped as restraints locked him upright. His vision swam. Tubes slid into his arm, drawing glowing blood into hovering vials.
Broly screamed.
Not rage—pain.
Machines pierced his skin, extracting samples as his muscles convulsed violently. His green energy spiked—then was forcibly suppressed by shock collars that crackled with purple light.
Scientists moved fast. No hesitation.
"Sample integrity stable.""Adrenal response is extreme.""Gene regeneration markers confirmed."
Frieza floated above it all, hands behind his back.
"So that's it," he mused. "Saiyan blood doesn't just adapt… it responds. Pain, defeat, near-death—each one sharpens the blade."
Vegeta snarled weakly. "Tch… bastard…"
A needle drove into his neck.
His scream cut off mid-breath.
Test subjects—creatures, soldiers, failures—were dragged into adjacent chambers. Saiyan DNA was injected. Some convulsed and died instantly. Others mutated—bones cracking, bodies warping—before being put down just as quickly.
"Unstable," a scientist reported."Expected," Frieza replied. "Perfection is rare."
Broly thrashed against his restraints, veins bulging, eyes wild. The machines surged, shocking him again and again until his body went limp.
Frieza leaned closer.
"Endure," he whispered. "The more you suffer… the more valuable you become."
Vegeta's vision darkened.
Broly's breathing slowed.
The experiments continued—fast, ruthless, relentless.
And somewhere deep inside both Saiyans, something changed.
The prison doors sealed.
The lab fell silent, save for the soft hiss of machinery and the faint drip of cooling fluids.
Vegeta and Broly lay strapped to the tables, bodies trembling, bruised, and drained—but their eyes still burned with defiance. The golden restraints hummed faintly, keeping even the slightest movement in check.
Frieza's voice echoed through the chamber, cold and amused. "Ah… yes. Perfect. Your cells… your rage… your very essence… is now mine to study."
Zarbon hovered nearby, holding a tablet with live readings. "Lord Frieza, their physiology is remarkable. Even near total exhaustion, their regenerative markers are unprecedented. If we combine these with the test subjects, we could…"
Frieza waved a hand lazily. "Yes, yes. Combine, experiment, refine. But patience, Zarbon. First… they must survive this round. The fun isn't in killing them outright. The fun is in seeing how far they'll go before desperation sets in."
The scientists surrounding them nodded and began prepping the next set of experiments—machines whirring to life, needles and restraints adjusting, energy fields humming. Each one moved with surgical precision, maximizing pain without ending their lives.
Broly growled, green aura flaring faintly despite suppression. He tried to thrash, but the restraints held. Sparks from the collars flashed, sending jolts through his body.
Vegeta gritted his teeth. "Tch… pathetic…" he muttered through clenched teeth, glaring at the ceiling. "You think this… can break me?"
Frieza drifted closer, hovering inches from them. "Break you? Oh, Prince, this isn't about breaking you. This… is about refining you. You are… experiments in rage. In survival. In pure Saiyan potential. And soon, when I unlock all of it…" He smiled coldly, tail flicking lazily. "…you will be exactly what I want."
A mechanical arm extended toward Broly, inserting a new serum. His body convulsed violently, energy surging against the restraints. Sparks flew from the collars, machinery clanging, alarms beeping.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Don't… think you've won, Frieza…"
Frieza chuckled, a soft, cruel sound. "Oh, I haven't won yet, Prince. Not even close. But soon… soon, you'll see."
The machines continued their relentless work, drawing, probing, shocking, testing.
And in the shadows of the chamber, the Saiyans' rage began to coalesce. Pain, frustration, and humiliation fused with something else—a sharp, burning determination.
Neither Vegeta nor Broly moved—but both were already thinking: when the next opportunity comes… they will fight back.
Above the chaos, Frieza floated lazily, tail flicking. His grin widened. "Yes… yes… the games have only just begun."
The chamber lights snapped brighter, glaring against the broken faces of Vegeta and Broly. Machines hummed, energy pulses crackled, and the metallic scent of burning cells filled the air.
Broly's body convulsed violently as a new set of restraints slammed down, pressing him flat against the table. Needles pierced his arms, glowing green energy seeping into the tubes. He roared, thrashing, fists slamming the restraints.
"RAAAAGHHH!!"
Vegeta's restraints tightened, pulling him upright as a device probed along his chest and shoulders. Sparks arced across his skin, yet his eyes burned white-hot. "Tch… you bastard…" he spat through gritted teeth.
Frieza floated above, lazily twirling his tail, crimson eyes glinting. "Hmm…" he murmured, tilting his head. "Such power… such raw potential. So much… in just these two monkeys."
A scientist attached a glowing vial to the flow of Broly's extracted blood. Frieza leaned closer, intrigued. "What if…" he mused aloud, his grin spreading, "…I could infuse these cells into myself? Imagine—rage, strength, resilience, and regeneration… in my body."
The mechanical arms jolted Broly again. His roar was cut short by a sharp surge from the collars. Sparks exploded across the table. His green aura flared violently, suppressed by the machines, but the raw power still leaked through.
Vegeta growled, veins pulsing, teeth bared. "Tch… you'll never get away with—"
Another surge hit, and his chest convulsed under the restraints, muscles twitching violently. He gasped, barely keeping consciousness, yet his pride blazed hotter than ever.
Frieza's grin widened. "Yes… that's it. The essence of Saiyan strength, their blood, their fight itself… I can capture it, refine it, and make it mine." He twirled lazily in the air, tail flicking. "Imagine the possibilities. No longer just a conqueror… invincible."
The scientists moved fast, extracting more blood, injecting stimulants, shocking both Saiyans to their absolute limits. Broly's roar became a green tornado of suppressed energy. Vegeta's jaw clenched, blue aura flickering faintly under the pain.
Frieza's eyes glimmered with sadistic curiosity. "Do you feel it, monkeys? Every pulse, every surge of rage… it's mine now. Every ounce of your potential… I can take it."
Broly strained against his restraints, green aura bursting outward, but the collars held him in place. Vegeta's aura flared faintly, aura sparks crackling like lightning.
And yet, even as the pain and extraction continued, neither Saiyan gave up. Rage, pride, and survival instincts fused into something that even Frieza could sense—and it made him smile wider.
"Yes…" Frieza whispered. "…this is perfect. Soon, I will know everything. Soon, I will be unstoppable."
Broly's eyes burned, green light pulsing. Vegeta's jaw set, blue aura sputtering through the restraints.
The torture was far from over—but so too was their will to survive.
The chamber was silent, save for the low hum of machines.
Vegeta and Broly lay restrained, chests rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. Their eyes were open—burning—but the light around them was cold, clinical, oppressive. The room itself seemed to close in, metal walls reflecting the faint gleam of Frieza's golden armor.
Frieza drifted slowly above them, tail curling lazily, crimson eyes scanning every inch of their forms.
"So…" he murmured, almost to himself, "we know the cells can withstand extreme stress… regeneration under near-fatal conditions… but what if I… borrowed a piece of that?"
A hovering platform slid forward, carrying a small, pulsating device. Frieza's fingers trailed over its surface, testing the flow of energy from the extracted blood samples.
"Partial infusion," he whispered. "Just enough to see if the essence… the rage… the Saiyan drive… can synchronize with my own biology."
The scientists began their work slowly, carefully. A needle extended from the device, hovering over Frieza's arm. Tiny droplets of the glowing Saiyan blood merged with his skin, sinking into his flesh with a hiss of energy.
Frieza's golden aura shimmered faintly, his expression curious. He flexed a hand slowly. Small sparks of energy ran along his veins.
"Yes… yes," he murmured. "It's… reacting… yes… fascinating…"
Meanwhile, Broly struggled against his restraints, green aura flickering weakly but dangerously. Vegeta's blue sparks sputtered faintly, restrained yet visibly trembling with unspent power.
Frieza floated down a bit closer, voice soft, almost contemplative. "Interesting… it is not pain or fury that allows them to adapt fastest. It is fear… desperation… the knowledge that survival is uncertain. That is… the key."
A faint hiss from the machines, and Broly's blood surged upward, drawn into tiny vials while the scientists recorded every detail. Each pulse of energy, every muscle twitch, was meticulously measured.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed, jaw tight. He spoke quietly, voice trembling with suppressed rage. "Tch… he's… studying… everything…"
Frieza's grin was slow, deliberate. "Yes… everything. Soon… you will understand… you are mine, in part. And that part… may make me… unstoppable."
Time stretched. The chamber felt endless. Machines hummed. Needles glowed. The Saiyans' restrained bodies twitched, spasmed, burned with the remnants of energy yet to be released.
Frieza circled them like a predator savoring the moment. "…And when the time comes… when I decide to return you to the Colosseum… you will be… different. Stronger. Wiser… and yet, still… my pawns."
Broly's green aura flickered again, brighter this time, threatening the restraints. Vegeta's blue sparks danced faintly along his body.
Frieza paused. He floated a hand over Broly's chest. "…Soon.'