>>5779201“No son, that's not what I want.” you tell him, reaching over and placing your right hand on his shoulder. I want to know what you want.”
“What I want?” he asks, looking up to you. And for just a moment he looks just like he did when you first adopted him into your family, a small, lost child, looking for someone to guide him. “What do you mean?”
“What do you want to do, son?” you ask him seriously, placing your other hand on his other shoulder as well, staring at his eyes. “Do you want to keep this power? Or do you want to be free of it forever? If you don't want the burden of the Berserker power and anger anymore, I can free you from it now. You don't have to live with it anymore.”
“Wait, really?” he asks, his eyes suddenly lighting up. “You...You can do that? How?”
“The Berserker Soul is mine now, I think I can ” you tell him, taking your right hand from his shoulder and tapping your chest. “If you want, I think I can cut you off from it. You may not be as strong without it, but you won't have to fight to control your anger anymore.”
“I... I can really be free of it...” he says, looking down from you at his hands. “It is something I don't have to fight anymore?”
“That's right. If you want, I can take it all away.” you tell him honestly. “When you transform, I can feel you pulling power from the Berserker Soul. With a bit of practice, I think I can stop it. So you can become a more 'normal' Super Saiyan, no longer having to worry about it. But that's only on one condition.”
“What?” he asks, looking confused to you. “What kind of condition do you mean?”
“I won't do this unless you're sure about it. Unless you WANT to not have this power anymore, I won't stop it. You were given this power by Miyashi, he chose you for whatever reason. You didn't have a choice in that. But I won't do that.” you tell him seriously. “This is still YOUR power as well, as far as I'm concerned. And I won't take it away from you without your say so. I've fought for years for you all to have your choices. And even if I disagree with some of the choices you and your siblings have made, I've never stopped you all from making them. At the end of the day, you are the one who has to live with that choice's consequences.”
He's silent at this, looking down at his hands again as you let go of his shoulders. Sitting across from your son, you watch as he's clearly thinking it all over. What you've told him clearly rattled him, Broly rethinking everything for well over a minute. Then, sighing out, he looks back up to you, looking as if he's aged a few years since the conversation started.
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