Year 750 of the Age.
The World Martial Arts Tournament officially began.
In the end, Jackie Chun, the alias Master Roshi had taken, won 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, and battled Mercenary Tao, the world's greatest assassin...
Broly, however, didn't take part in any of it. His greatest loves were still eating and sleeping.
Year 753 of the Age.
The 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament opened.
Tien Shinhan won the championship, and Son Goku came in second.
Broly had been in the audience at both tournaments, watching the matches.
Of course, Broly's Battle Power had continued to rise at a crazy rate over those four years.
If someone absolutely had to put a number on Broly's Battle Power...
They'd estimate it was at least in the tens of billions.
That was how terrifying the Legendary Super Saiyan's Battle Power was.
And he never trained.
But Broly kept all the immense energy within his body suppressed.
Thanks to Master Roshi, Broly had never gone berserk since coming to Earth.
Perhaps Master Roshi's care had subtly changed Broly's violent temperament.
Broly himself didn't know how strong he was.
All he knew was that Son Goku and the others seemed really weak.
You train day and night, so why do I feel like you can't beat me?
Luckily, Broly wasn't all that interested in fighting.
Besides, no one's picking on me...
Why should I fight?
Isn't it great to eat well, drink well, and sleep well every day?
Isn't that the Turtle School's whole philosophy?
At the tournament grounds.
"Everyone, see you again in three years!" the referee announced loudly.
The spectators gradually filed out.
"Goku, take my clothes. Yours are in tatters," Krillin said with a smile.
"Thanks." Son Goku nodded.
"What a shame," Krillin sighed.
"Can't be helped. A loss is a loss." Son Goku didn't seem to mind.
"Are you sure you don't want half the prize money?" Tien Shinhan asked.
"I don't." Son Goku shook his head. "I wouldn't know what to do with the money anyway."
"But you're entitled to the prize money," Tien Shinhan said, somewhat embarrassed. "I only won because of luck. The truth is... I was completely outmatched by you."
"Hahaha! Luck is part of strength, too," Master Roshi laughed. "And Goku got to learn a lot by facing such a strong opponent as you."
"Hehehe, that's right." Son Goku nodded with a smile.
"Then how about we all go get something to eat?" Master Roshi suggested. "Goku and Tien Shinhan could use a good meal to get their strength back."
"Then let me treat everyone with my prize money," Tien Shinhan offered.
"Hey... better not!" Krillin wagged a finger and grinned. "You know there are two super-eaters here, right?"
As he spoke, Krillin glanced over at Broly.
Tien Shinhan blinked, not quite understanding.
"Oh... no! Where's my Power Pole?" Son Goku suddenly remembered it.
"You're nearly out of strength, aren't you? I'll go get it for you!" Krillin said, walking toward the room.
"Thanks." Son Goku nodded.
"I'm sorry I was so rough with you," Tien Shinhan said to Yamcha.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad I wasn't killed," Yamcha said with a smile.
"What are you all planning to do now? Where will you go?" Master Roshi asked. "You're welcome to stay at my place if you like."
"Huh? No way!" Launch was the first to object. "I wouldn't feel comfortable with outsiders living there, and neither would Broly!"
Master Roshi: "..."
Master Roshi didn't dare say a word.
Launch was in her blonde-haired mode right now.
Bulma: "..."
Bulma silently looked at Launch.
Launch had been pursuing Broly all these years.
But Broly still hadn't caught on.
The thing was... Broly was pretty handsome, but he was so lazy.
And he didn't seem strong at all.
Yamcha seemed like a better choice.
But what a shame...
Why hadn't I visited Master Roshi's Island back then?
Then Broly might have been mine.
With my charm, how could I not have won him over?
Such a handsome young man, wasted on Launch.
Bulma's thoughts began to wander.
"Um... I appreciate the offer," Tien Shinhan said, wiping his sweat. "Though I betrayed my master, Chiaotzu and I are still Master Shen's disciples. We can't just impose on you."
"It's... it's nothing," Master Roshi said, waving a hand.
Launch had already objected. What else could he say?
"Chiaotzu and I will live somewhere else," Tien Shinhan replied.
"Ah!"
As they were talking, a piercing scream came from the room.
"What was that?" Master Roshi had a bad feeling.
Broly immediately turned to look toward the room, too.
"That was Krillin!" Son Goku's expression changed. He hurried toward the room. "Krillin, what happened?"
Everyone hurried into the room together.
Inside, Krillin lay motionless on the floor, eyes open and vacant.
The referee was sprawled on the floor, looking injured as well.
"Krillin, what happened? Hey!" Son Goku hurried over to check on him.
"A... a monster snatched a strange ball from the bag..." the referee said weakly. "And he took the tournament's list of participants, too!"
"The Dragon Ball and the list?" Master Roshi was stunned.
"He's dead..." Son Goku said gravely.
"What? What?" Master Roshi was shocked.
Broly was also slightly moved.
This little bald guy had actually been beaten to death?
"Krillin... was murdered!" Son Goku gritted his teeth in fury, his whole body trembling.
"What happened?" Yamcha still hadn't recovered from the shock.
"A... a monster?" Master Roshi said gravely. "It took Goku's Dragon Ball and the tournament's list?"
"Krillin tried to stop him with all his might, but that monster still killed him," the referee said in a low voice.
"That bastard! I'll never forgive him!" Overcome with grief and anger, Son Goku snatched up the Power Pole, strapped it to his back, and turned to shout at Bulma. "Bulma, did you bring the Dragon Radar?"
"Huh? I did..." Bulma wiped away a tear and answered automatically.
"Wait, Goku!" Master Roshi hurried to stop him.
"Flying Nimbus!" Son Goku snatched the Dragon Radar from Bulma and summoned the Flying Nimbus.
"Stop! I'm ordering you to wait!" Master Roshi shouted.
But Son Goku had already leapt onto the Flying Nimbus and shot into the sky. He quickly vanished from sight.
"That reckless boy!" Master Roshi rushed outside and looked up at where Son Goku had disappeared, his voice low. "That guy could easily beat Krillin! Goku used up all his strength in the tournament. How could he possibly stand a chance against that monster?"
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