Broly!

"Broly... ah..."

Betkas heard the name, and thoughts of retreat had already begun to creep into his mind. Who was Broly? A Super Saiyan by birth. Forget Betkas as he was now—even in the future, he might not be able to beat him. Heh... Betkas really wanted to turn around and run.

After all, any other Saiyan would have been one thing. But Betkas was a relative of the very people who had framed Broly and his father. In these circumstances, it would be strange if they didn't settle the score with him. Paragus was an ambitious man in the original story, too. Betkas didn't dare put his life in someone else's hands.

Fortunately, he wasn't related to Kakarot. Otherwise, Broly would already have gone berserk. After all, in the original story, Broly had reacted especially strongly to Son Goku's ki. It had even turned into murderous intent.

Paragus seemed to be trying to remember something. The youth before him, who looked nearly thirteen, reminded him of someone he had met... but his memories were a little hazy.

"Damn! I forgot... that striking pale-yellow hair and light-gold eyes!"

Betkas suddenly noticed Paragus's expression and realized he had a serious disadvantage. He'd never paid attention to his appearance before, but the unusual circumstances had made him spot the problem at once. Among the entire pure-blooded Saiyan race, Betkas was the strangest of all. His hair was pale yellow and his eyes light gold, unlike the pure black features of other Saiyans.

That made Betkas easy to identify, especially since his tail proved he was a pure-blooded Saiyan. Paragus's memories were from a long time ago, and he had only glimpsed Betkas from a distance back then, so he hadn't recognized him. He'd only thought he looked familiar. It was probably just a matter of time before he remembered.

"This is going badly..."

Betkas noticed the hostility in Paragus's eyes and the faint sneer on his lips. If I weren't worried about losing my trump card and my chance to transform into a Super Saiyan 4, I'd cut off my tail. A Saiyan's tail was his greatest weakness.

"So you're Prince Betkas... It's been a long time. No... perhaps the prince has never met lowly warriors like us."

Paragus suddenly spoke, his voice icy.

"I haven't," Betkas replied. He readied himself to run, watching Broly, who was still standing there blankly.

"Broly... I'm giving you a chance. Kill him!"

Paragus spoke without warning. Betkas was startled, but Broly immediately obeyed and sprang into action. His speed was astonishing. In an instant, he was in front of Betkas, swinging a punch with his right fist.

Betkas's eyes narrowed slightly. It was already too late to dodge. Broly's reaction was faster than he'd expected, catching him off guard. He could only take the hit head-on. He opened his left hand and blocked Broly's punch.

"Smack!"

Their fists collided with a sharp sound, sending a wave of air surging outward.

"Damn! He's so strong my hand's gone numb!"

Taking advantage of the block, Betkas immediately leaped back. He clutched his left hand, which had gone completely limp, and stared in shock. He hadn't expected Broly to be so terrifying even with that Control Device on him. Just how frightening would Broly be at full strength?

"Maybe... if Broly transformed into a Super Saiyan now, he could already crush Frieza in his second form! And he's only a little over ten years old..."

Betkas's expression darkened as he thought to himself.

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

He shot into the air without stopping, dodging the attack. The Ki Blast slammed into the distance, erupting in a gigantic mushroom cloud with a deafening roar. Everyone trembled.

"You're getting cocky!"

Betkas suddenly spun around and swung his right leg in a turning kick. At the same time, a dark shadow appeared—Broly.

"Thud!"

His foot struck Broly's left arm with a faint impact. Broly himself staggered several steps to the right.

Broly suddenly seemed to fly into a rage. He roared, and his ki surged. A visible aura enveloped his body as his muscles swelled, making him look packed with power.

That made Betkas even less willing to take him head-on. He wanted to run, but Broly wasn't going to let him. If Broly chased him to the spaceship and destroyed it, things would get ugly.

So he had to knock Broly down for a little while. Just a few seconds would be enough for him to escape. He didn't expect to defeat Broly. He wasn't Son Goku, with that kind of plot armor.

For Betkas, being a transmigrator without even a cheat was the worst. All he had was foreknowledge of the plot... but that wouldn't put food on the table. He had no strength.

"Ha!"

Broly gave a soft shout, his aura flaring as he charged at Betkas. He was even faster than before.

"Battle power: 17,342?!"

Betkas looked tense. He didn't want to push Broly into using even greater power. Otherwise, he really might die.

He immediately retreated at full speed, but he was clearly slower than Broly.

"Tch... you're forcing my hand..."

Seeing Broly right in front of him, Betkas stopped dodging. Two golden energy spheres suddenly appeared in his hands. He brought his hands together, combining them into a ball of energy about the size of a soccer ball, and hurled it straight at Broly's chest.

For some reason, Broly didn't dodge. He let Betkas's attack hit him. A thunderous explosion followed, and dust billowed everywhere in a towering cloud.

"Hmph... He really is strong, but he's still nothing compared to Broly!"

Paragus watched from a distance and sneered to himself. He knew exactly how strong Broly was.

"W-what?! Impossible... How could this be?!"

Paragus suddenly felt the ground ahead shake violently. A towering aura surged into the sky, filling him with a terrible premonition. When he saw what was happening...

Paragus was shocked. Broly had gone berserk. Betkas... was in despair!