On the Brink of Death

A clump of his hair turned purple, stiff and wild like it was frozen, his entire body shrouded in flame-like aura. His eyes shifted to a pale green, their shape altered, and his skin changed color too.

Broly... this was his current form.

But even so... that immense power surged and leaked out violently, directly blasting Betkas back hundreds of meters.

"How is this possible?! The controller broke?!"

The most shocked of all wasn't Broly or Betkas—it was Paragus. He clearly remembered that without his consent, Broly's power shouldn't have been able to break free.

But now... Broly's overwhelming aura had fully exposed itself. The sheer force of his presence was enough to darken the sky and earth, howling winds tearing through everything. Paragus's entire body trembled uncontrollably, and the thought of fleeing even crossed his mind.

Betkas, on the other hand, was in far worse shape.

He slowly rose from the ground, glanced at the shattered remains of his scouter—destroyed by the explosive surge of Broly's ki—and felt nothing but helplessness and despair.

Because Broly had transformed!

He never imagined that his own desperate ultimate attack would accidentally damage the controller. That was the most infuriating part. It triggered Broly's rage, erased his consciousness, leaving only a mindset of pure destruction.

And so the strongest power erupted. That pressure alone made Betkas unable to muster even a shred of resistance.

This gap... wasn't a joke.

"Even if he's not a perfect Super Saiyan yet, he can still kill me in one shot... heh."

Betkas wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at Broly in the distance, whose aura kept exploding skyward. Bitterness filled his heart. Based on his memories, Broly's current state was what they called a pseudo-transformation.

In other words... pseudo was just a form of False Super Saiyan, not the real thing. While his power didn't increase fiftyfold, it was still at least... thirty times or more.

Heh... he could barely handle Broly before. Now that Broly had taken this form, what chance did he have to resist?

The only option left was... run!

But... could he even escape?

Betkas asked himself that, because Broly was clearly in an unconscious state right now.

If any living thing nearby made the slightest move, it would likely be the first to suffer a thunderous attack. That was why he didn't immediately turn and flee. Even a hundred meters away, in Broly's pseudo-Super Saiyan state, killing Betkas would still be effortless.

"I really can't accept this... dying at the hands of a Super Saiyan would be honorable, but dying to a False Super Saiyan? That's nothing to be proud of."

Betkas mentally grumbled with a hint of dark humor. He knew Broly hadn't truly transformed. Or to put it another way... Broly didn't want to become a real Super Saiyan yet. As for why... only Broly himself knew. That's why he was stuck in this pseudo-state.

"What a damn mess... this is screwing me over."

Betkas muttered bitterly in his mind. He now realized how unreliable the scenes described in anime and novels really were.

In this pseudo-state, that pressure alone was already unbearable. If Broly became a full Super Saiyan, Betkas had no doubt he'd be crushed or even unable to move. There was no scenario where sheer willpower could let him resist.

Just standing here was already beyond his limits.

"HAH!!! AH!!!"

Broly himself kept roaring and erupting without restraint, oblivious to the "apocalyptic" scene around him. His outburst sent gales sweeping across the planet, thick storm clouds gathering overhead with lightning crashing down—like the end of the world...

As if, at any moment, this planet would be destroyed.

Imagining what was coming, Betkas refused to just wait for death. He hadn't lived enough yet. In his past life, his worldview had been boring. But this world was different. Coming here, Betkas had too many things he wanted to do.

For example, fighting the legendary Son Goku once... That was the Saiyan instinct in his blood. Otherwise, his original self wouldn't have had such a mindset.

Or battling all kinds of bosses—Frieza, Cell, Majin Buu, even that God of Destruction who easily beat Super Saiyan 3 Goku...

He wanted to fight them all. So he refused to die here. Especially not at the hands of Broly in a False Super Saiyan state.

After all, Vegeta didn't know about the Dragon Balls yet. Even if he did, he might not revive him. So Betkas couldn't accept dying. Because it meant he'd likely never get a chance to come back.

That King Yemma guy wasn't someone to mess with. Think about it—where did the Saiyans from the original story go after they died? Hell? Then why didn't any of them show up? That meant they were all reincarnated!

The thought of being forced into reincarnation by King Yemma, losing his hard-earned advantage and Saiyan traits, filled Betkas with terror. Even Majin Buu couldn't escape the cycle of reincarnation!

So he had to escape, even if it killed him.

But then Broly's aura stopped surging. Because of his surging power, his body had unconsciously grown larger. From his originally shorter frame, he now stood nearly six feet tall. His imposing physique forced both Betkas and Paragus to look up.

A cruel grin spread across Broly's face as he laughed wildly, celebrating his freedom from that damn "Control Device." At the same time, his hands aimed in two different directions, forming twin green energy spheres brimming with destructive aura. Seeing this, both Betkas and Paragus's pupils violently dilated.

Because... Broly was aiming at both of them!

This time... Betkas and Paragus realized just how close death was. That overwhelming power crushed them, leaving them unable to resist. All they could do was watch Broly's actions helplessly.

"It's over!!!!"