Broly!

"Broly... ah..."

Betkas felt the urge to retreat the moment he heard that name. After all, who was Broly? A natural-born Super Saiyan. Forget about the current Betkas; even in the future, he wasn't certain he could best him. Heh. Consequently, Betkas truly wanted to turn tail and run.

If it were any other Saiyan, it might have been manageable, but Betkas happened to be a relative of the primary culprit who had framed Broly and his father. In such a situation, it would be a miracle if he weren't targeted for personal revenge. Paragus was an ambitious man in the original story, and he certainly wouldn't dare entrust his life to anyone else.

Fortunately, he wasn't the type of relative Kakarot was, or Broly would have already gone berserk. After all, in the original story, Broly's reaction to Son Goku's energy was particularly intense, even escalating into murderous intent.

Paragus, meanwhile, seemed to be lost in thought, as he found the nearly thirteen-year-old boy before him strikingly similar to someone he had once seen, though his memory was a bit hazy.

Damn it! I forgot about this eye-catching light yellow hair and light golden pupils!

Betkas suddenly noticed Paragus's expression and realized a fatal flaw. Because he hadn't paid much attention to his appearance before, he had suddenly discovered his own shortcoming in this special situation: among the entire race of pure-blooded Saiyans, Betkas was the most peculiar. His hair color was light yellow and light gold, not the pure black of other Saiyans.

This made Betkas very easy to identify, especially since his tail proved he was a pure-blooded Saiyan. Paragus's memory was a bit dated; he had only caught a glimpse of Betkas from afar back then, so he didn't know for sure, only feeling a sense of familiarity. It was likely only a matter of time before he remembered.

This is looking a bit tragic!

Betkas suddenly noticed the malice in Paragus's eyes and the cold sneer curling his lips, and he felt helpless. If he didn't want to lose his trump card and the opportunity to transform into a Super Saiyan 4, he would have absolutely cut off his tail, as the tail was a Saiyan's greatest weakness.

"So it is Prince Betkas... It has been a long time... No, perhaps the Prince has never had the pleasure of meeting low-class warriors like us."

Paragus suddenly spoke, his tone icy.

"Indeed, I haven't..." Betkas prepared to flee with one hand, his eyes vigilantly watching the still-dazed Broly.

"Broly... I'll give you a chance... finish him!"

Paragus spoke without warning. Betkas was startled, but Broly obeyed instantly. His speed was staggering; in a flash, he rushed before Betkas and raised his right fist to strike.

Betkas's eyes narrowed slightly. It was too late to dodge, as Broly's reaction was faster than he had anticipated, catching him off guard. He had no choice but to take it head-on, opening his left hand to block the incoming punch.

"WHAM!"

A collision sound erupted, sending a blast of air sweeping through the surroundings.

"Damn it! His strength is this high? My hand is numb..."

Taking advantage of the block, Betkas leaped backward, clutching his paralyzed left hand in shock. He hadn't expected Broly to be this terrifying even while wearing that Control Device. If this were Broly in his prime, just how horrifying would he be?

Perhaps... if the current Broly transforms into a Super Saiyan, he would already be enough to completely crush Frieza's second form! And this is only at ten-something years old...

Betkas's face turned grim as he thought to himself.

Just then, a flash of light appeared ahead. Betkas looked up and saw that Broly had fired a Ki Blast directly at him.

Without pausing, he took to the sky to dodge. The Ki Blast slammed into the distance, creating a massive mushroom cloud and a deafening roar that made people tremble.

"You're really getting cocky!"

Betkas suddenly spun around, raising his right leg for a roundhouse kick. A dark shadow suddenly appeared—it was Broly.

"BANG!"

The kick landed on Broly's left arm, producing only a soft thud, while Broly himself stumbled back a few steps to the right.

Broly, however, seemed to fly into a rage, letting out a roar. The energy within him surged, and a visible aura covered his body. His muscles bulged, making him look brimming with power.

This made Betkas even less willing to engage head-on. Although he wanted to run, Broly wouldn't grant his wish. If Broly chased him to the spaceship and destroyed it, things would get ugly.

Therefore, it was necessary to knock Broly down for a while. Just a few seconds would be enough for him to escape. He didn't count on being able to kill Broly; he wasn't Son Goku, and he didn't have that kind of fate.

For Betkas, a transmigrator without a golden finger was the most miserable. He only had the advantage of knowing the plot, but that couldn't be eaten as a meal because he lacked the strength.

"HA!"

With a sharp shout, Broly surged with energy and charged at Betkas, his speed even faster than before.

Combat Power: 17,342?!

Betkas's expression grew solemn, as he didn't want to force Broly to unleash even greater power, or he would truly be done for.

He immediately retreated rapidly, but his speed was clearly inferior to Broly's.

"Tch...! You forced my hand..."

Seeing Broly right before him, Betkas stopped dodging. Two golden energy spheres suddenly appeared in his hands, which he then brought together, merging them into a soccer-ball-sized orb that he smashed directly into Broly's chest.

For some reason, Broly didn't dodge, letting the attack land squarely on him. A thunderous explosion followed, and a cloud of dust filled the air.

"Hmph... truly strong, but compared to Broly, he's still far behind!"

Paragus watched from afar, sneering in his heart. He knew exactly how strong Broly was.

"NA... NI!! Impossible... how could this be!!"

Paragus suddenly saw a violent tremor ahead, followed by a sky-piercing aura. This gave him a bad premonition. When he saw the situation on the field, Paragus was shocked. Broly was going mad, and Betkas... was in despair!