Battle Power: Ten Billion

Year 750.

The World Martial Arts Tournament officially began.

In the end, Master Roshi, disguised as Jackie Chun, took the championship.

After the tournament, Son Goku set off on a journey to find the Dragon Balls.

He fought the Red Ribbon Army, climbed Korin Tower, battled the world's number one assassin, Mercenary Tao...

But Broly didn't get involved in any of it. His greatest hobbies remained eating and sleeping.

Year 753.

The 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament opened.

Tien Shinhan won the championship, and Son Goku took second place.

Broly attended both of these tournaments as a spectator, watching the matches from the stands.

Of course, over those four years, Broly's Battle Power continued to skyrocket wildly.

If he had to put a number on Broly's Battle Power...

He figured... it had to be at least in the tens of billions.

The legendary Super Saiyan's strength was just that terrifying.

And he never even trained.

Still, Broly's immense power was all suppressed within his body.

Thanks to Master Roshi, ever since arriving on Earth, Broly had never gone on a rampage.

Maybe Master Roshi's care for him had subtly changed his violent temperament.

In truth, Broly himself didn't know how strong he was.

Anyway, Broly felt like Son Goku and the others seemed pretty weak.

You guys train day and night, so why do I feel like you couldn't beat me at all?

Luckily, Broly wasn't all that interested in fighting.

Nobody's picking a fight with me...

Why would I bother?

Eating well, drinking well, sleeping well—wasn't that good enough?

Wasn't that the whole point of the Turtle School's philosophy?

At the tournament venue.

"Everyone, see you in three years."

The Referee announced loudly.

The audience slowly filed out of the stands.

"Goku, take my gi. Yours is all torn up." Krillin smiled.

"Thanks." Son Goku nodded.

"Too bad, really." Krillin sighed.

"Can't be helped. A loss is a loss." Son Goku didn't seem bothered.

"Are you sure you don't want half the prize money?" Tien Shinhan asked.

"I don't want it." Son Goku shook his head. "I wouldn't know what to do with the money anyway."

"But you're entitled to it." Tien Shinhan looked a bit embarrassed. "I only won by luck. The truth is... in terms of skill, I completely lost to you."

"Haha, luck is part of skill too!" Master Roshi laughed. "And Goku learned a lot from facing a strong opponent like you."

"Hehe, yeah!" Son Goku nodded with a grin.

"So, how about we all go grab a meal together?" Master Roshi suggested. "Goku and Tien can eat their fill and get their strength back."

"Then let me treat everyone with my prize money." Tien Shinhan offered.

"Heh... better not!" Krillin wagged his finger and grinned. "You don't know it yet, but we've got two bottomless pits here."

As he spoke, Krillin glanced in Broly's direction.

Tien Shinhan blinked, not quite getting it.

"Ah... crap! Where's the Power Pole my grandpa gave me?" Son Goku suddenly remembered his staff.

"You're pretty worn out, right? I'll go grab it for you!" Krillin said, heading into the room.

"Thanks." Son Goku nodded.

"I'm sorry, I was too harsh on you!" Tien Shinhan apologized to Yamcha again.

"Don't worry about it. I'm already grateful I wasn't killed," Yamcha said with a smile.

"What are your plans from here? Where will you go?" Master Roshi asked. "If you'd like, you're welcome to stay at my place."

"Huh? No way!" Launch was the first to object. "Letting outsiders move in—Broly and I wouldn't be comfortable with that!"

Master Roshi: "..."

Master Roshi didn't dare say a word.

Because Launch was in her blonde mode right now.

Bulma: "..."

Bulma silently glanced at Launch.

For years now, Launch had been pursuing Broly.

But Broly still hadn't caught on.

The thing was... Broly was handsome enough, but he was way too lazy.

And he didn't look strong at all.

Not even as good as Yamcha.

Too bad...

Why didn't I make a trip to Master Roshi's Island back then?

Maybe Broly would've been mine?

With my charm, I couldn't have won him over?

Such a prime piece of young meat, wasted on Launch.

Bulma's mind wandered a bit too far.

"Well... I appreciate the offer..." Tien Shinhan wiped his sweat. "Even though I betrayed my master, we're still Master Shen's disciples. We can't shamelessly impose on you."

"It's... it's nothing..." Master Roshi waved a hand.

With Launch objecting, what else could I say?

"Chiaotzu and I will go live somewhere else," Tien Shinhan replied.

"Ah!"

As they were talking, a piercing scream came from inside the room.

"What was that?" Master Roshi had a bad feeling.

Broly immediately turned his gaze toward the room.

"That's Krillin's voice!" Son Goku's face changed color as he rushed toward the room. "Krillin, what's wrong?"

Everyone followed into the room.

Inside the room.

Krillin lay motionless on the floor, eyes wide open and vacant.

The Referee was sprawled on the ground, apparently injured too.

"Krillin, what happened? Hey!" Son Goku hurried over to check Krillin's injuries.

"A... a monster snatched a strange ball from a bag..." the Referee said weakly. "And he stole the tournament's participant list too!"

"The Dragon Balls and the list?" Master Roshi was stunned.

"He's dead..." Son Goku's expression was grim.

"What? What?" Master Roshi was shocked.

Broly's expression shifted slightly too.

That little bald guy—someone actually killed him?

"Krillin... was murdered!" Son Goku gritted his teeth in fury, his whole body trembling.

"How did this happen?" Yamcha hadn't fully processed it yet.

"It was... a monster?" Master Roshi said in a low voice. "It took Goku's Dragon Ball and the tournament list?"

"Krillin tried to stop it, but the monster killed him anyway," the Referee said somberly.

"That bastard! I won't forgive him!" Son Goku, grief-stricken and enraged, grabbed the Power Pole from the floor, strapped it to his back, and turned to Bulma. "Bulma, do you have the Dragon Radar?"

"Huh? Yeah..." Bulma wiped away a tear and answered instinctively.

"Wait! Goku!" Master Roshi tried to stop him.

"Flying Nimbus!" Son Goku snatched the Dragon Radar from Bulma's hand and summoned the Flying Nimbus.

"Hold on! I order you to wait!" Master Roshi shouted.

But Son Goku stepped onto the Flying Nimbus, shot into the sky, and vanished from sight in an instant.

"That reckless fool!" Master Roshi chased after him, looking up at the spot where Son Goku had disappeared, his voice low. "That thing took out Krillin easily! Goku used up all his strength in the tournament—how can he possibly be a match for that monster?"