In his hands, Broly holds a small, delicate flower, its petals a soft shade of lavender. With gentle care, he examines the flower's intricate details, his fingers moving gracefully as he brushes them over the fragile blossom. His touch is surprisingly gentle for someone of his immense power. His massive muscles are relaxed, and he sits cross-legged on the ground, seemingly lost in thought. He resides beneath the shade of a colossal ancient oak tree in a secluded corner of a forest.