#Dragon ball super broly

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Purple + Green = love

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screenshot redraw :3

I tried my best!

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Vegeta (Super Broly)

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TRIO SUPER SAIYAN 4

Goku Super Saiyan 4

Vegeta Super Saiyan 4

Broly Super Saiyan 4

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Broly 💚

[chipkoy]

💚here comes the boyyy💚

[deathkoala]

Man, dragon ball fights go crazy

[vanderdyks]

The difference between "dont call me that, my name is goku" to "broly, call me kakarot" is actually insane and I am so proud of my boy for slowly learning to take pride in his saiyan heritage.

And we all have vegeta to thank for it. Because do you seriously think for a SECOND Goku would have any love or respect for his race if it wasnt for vegeta? If vegeta died during their intial battle, Goku would still be calling himself an earthling.

But over time, vegeta connected with Goku. Taught Goku what a saiyan was, could be, and is, even if it wasnt outloud, even if he didnt say it with words. Vegetas very existence was proof. And Goku got a direct comparison to what another saiyan was like. He could see the similarities between them, decipher what was inherently saiyan of him and what wasn't.

The simple act of Vegeta consistently using gokus birth name so that goku NEVER forgot what he truly was. Because for Vegeta being a saiyan was pride. It was the best thing you could be. And the very idea that Goku would throw that all away, betray his own blood, irked Vegeta to no end.

And so he would not call him Goku. Never goku. Only kakarot. Because if Goku wasnt gonna keep his saiyan heritage alive, then vegeta would.

And slowly the name went from something only vegeta called him to something Goku felt was actually his. Because it was. And he began to take ownership in that. He isnt just kakarot and he isnt just goku. Hes both. Raised earthling, but born saiyan. He loves Earth, but hes not human. He can no longer pretend he is. Nor does he want to.

He is saiyan, through and through. And his parents named him kakarot. And his grandfather named him goku. And you can call him either. Because theyre both him.

[gamblersdoll]

some broly content, fluff, maybe implied smut? MAYBE?? idk,

broly wasn’t necessarily a cuddler, his past life he didnt have much interaction or interest in physical touch unless it meant that he was training. but now? its.. different for him, him allowing you to touch him occasionally and help him.

tonight was one of those nights he had been afraid of thunderstorms, the lightning strike reminded him of the shock collar his dumbass of a father had for him. so he only found comfort in your room, between your thighs and almost slithered on top of you. luckily, he knew he was huge, so his head rested in your breasts, (he still has a heavy head, dont be fooled) and the rest of his body between your legs so you dont suffocate.

“you feelin a little bit better, broly?” you incline, pressing the hair from his face.

he nods, squirming his head deeper and feeling himself sink into your chest. “you are warm. very, warm.”

“thats because its eighty degrees in october, baby.”

[pfpanimes]

⌕ dragon ball • broly.

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redraw of a redraw of a screenshot!!

vvv The other one and og screenshot! vvv

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Flower🌷

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Literally the same

[blackenedsnow]

Hihi

Can you write a (Super) Broly x Gender neutral reader?

Broly lives with them, and one day they come home super sad. It turns out one of their loved ones had passed away?

silent comfort

WARNING: Themes of grief and loss

PAIRING: (Super) Broly x Reader

NOTE: Thank you so much for your request! I hope everything is going well and I hope this is okay.

SUMMARY: Broly, living peacefully with you, is unsure how to comfort you when you return home visibly distressed. It isn’t until you reveal that a loved one has passed away that he understands your sorrow.

The sky was dull and gray as you made your way home, the weight of the day pressing heavily on your shoulders. The news still echoed in your mind, turning over again and again, not quite settling in. A loved one, someone you cared about deeply, was gone. You weren’t even sure how to process it yet.

Your steps felt slower than usual as you walked through the door, the familiar warmth of your shared home doing little to ease the ache in your chest. Usually, coming home to Broly was a comfort in itself—his presence always steady, always solid—but today, you felt like you were bringing a storm inside with you.

Broly looked up from his spot on the couch as soon as you entered. His eyes locked onto yours immediately, concern flickering across his usually calm face. He could sense something was off. Broly was sensitive like that, attuned to you in ways most people weren’t.

"Y/N?" His voice was low, that familiar rumble filled with curiosity. He stood up slowly, walking over to you, his large form almost looming but not in a threatening way. Broly was big, sure, but around you, he was always careful. Always gentle. “What’s wrong?”

You swallowed hard, trying to find the words. How could you even start? Your mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. Broly's head tilted slightly as he waited, his expression soft but confused. He didn’t understand yet, but he could tell—there was something in your eyes, something broken.

Finally, you managed to whisper, “I... I lost someone today.”

His eyebrows furrowed, the confusion deepening in his features. “Lost… someone? What do you mean?”

You took a breath, trying to explain. “Someone I love... they passed away. They’re gone. I’ll never see them again.”

The words felt heavier as you spoke them aloud, and you could feel your throat tighten, tears threatening to fall. Broly’s eyes widened slightly in realization. He didn’t say anything right away, but you could tell by the way his expression shifted that something clicked. He understood—at least, on some level—what you were going through.

Broly knew what loss was. He’d lost people too, in ways far more violent, far more destructive. Ba, His father, his home, the life he never got to live. He knew that feeling of something being ripped away, leaving a hole that nothing else could fill.

His massive hand reached out, hesitating for a second before gently resting on your shoulder. His touch was surprisingly tender, considering his size and strength, and you could feel the warmth of his skin against yours. “I... I know what that feels like,” he said quietly, his deep voice softer than usual. “It... it hurts.”

There was a simplicity to his words, but the weight behind them was real. Broly didn’t speak much, but when he did, it was with sincerity. He didn’t need fancy words or long explanations. He understood pain. He understood loss.

You nodded, your head dropping as the tears finally began to spill over. “It does. It really does.”

Broly watched as the tears slid down your face, his eyes filled with a kind of helplessness. He wasn’t used to seeing you like this, and it was clear he didn’t know what to do. But then, slowly, he did the only thing that made sense to him.

Without a word, Broly pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. He didn’t crush you, didn’t squeeze too tight, just held you gently against him. His warmth surrounded you, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside didn’t exist. It was just you and Broly, your sadness held close between the two of you.

“I am here,” Broly murmured, his voice rumbling in his chest.

His arms tightened slightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, you’d disappear too. You leaned into him, letting the solidness of his body ground you. Broly wasn’t great with words, but his actions spoke louder than anything. He was here. He wasn’t going anywhere.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. You just stayed there, held in his embrace, your tears soaking into his compressed shirt as you let the grief flow. Broly didn’t rush you, didn’t try to make you stop. He just held you, his presence a quiet reassurance that, no matter how much you hurt, you weren’t alone.

After what felt like forever, you finally pulled back slightly, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from crying.

Broly shook his head, his expression soft. “You don’t have to thank me.”

He lifted a hand, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with surprising delicacy for someone so strong. His eyes met yours, and there was something vulnerable in his gaze. Broly wasn’t used to dealing with emotions like this, but for you, he was trying. He always tried.

“I’m glad I have you.” you replied softly, resting your hand on his.

Broly’s lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smile, but it quickly faded as he watched your face, still etched with sorrow. He hesitated, clearly wanting to help more but not knowing how.

“If... if you want to talk about them,” he said, stumbling slightly over his words, “I will listen.”

You smiled, more genuinely this time. “Maybe later. Right now, I just... need to be with you.”

Broly nodded, his arms tightening around you once more, pulling you close again. “Okay. Then we’ll stay like this.”

And with that, you let yourself sink into his embrace, the weight of your grief still heavy but a little easier to bear with Broly by your side.