The Saiyan Clan's Current State

"Yeah!"

Broly clenched his fists, excitement blazing in his eyes. "When I watched you fight the other Candidate Gods of Destruction before, Brother Gran, I could barely stop myself from jumping in."

Gran: "..."

It seemed every Saiyan was just that battle-hungry!

"Then let's go."

"Where to?"

Broly looked somewhat confused.

Gran teased, "First, we're making a trip to Galactic Patrol Headquarters."

"What?"

Broly's eyes immediately widened.

"What? Don't you want to take part in the Inter-Universal Martial Arts Tournament? If you want to hold that kind of tournament, you first need to spread the news throughout the universe. The Galactic Patrol can do exactly that."

"But..."

Broly hesitated.

"I know what you're thinking."

Naturally, Gran knew what was on Broly's mind.

Many years ago, he had Paragus gather the Saiyans scattered across the universe and bring them all into Galactic Patrol Headquarters.

The purpose had been to help the Supreme Kais manage Universe 7.

But while Paragus was still on Planet Vampa, he had always wanted to use Broly.

After Broly began following Gran, his outlook had changed drastically, and he later came to understand Paragus's intentions.

That was why Broly had not gone to see Paragus all these years.

"If you really don't care about Paragus, just kill him," Gran said teasingly.

"No!"

Broly blurted it out instinctively.

Gran smiled. "Then there you have it. Since you don't want to kill him, give him another chance. Didn't he apologize to you back then?"

Before Broly could speak, Gran patted him on the shoulder again. "Come on. You haven't seen your father in a long time. Go see him."

"Alright."

Only then did Broly nod, anticipation filling his eyes.

Noticing that, Gran sighed helplessly. He had to mediate his little brother's father-son relationship himself. What a pain.

"Let's go."