The Battle Against Broly

"Broly, why are you still following me!"

Flying through the air, Turles sensed Broly's presence behind him and had no choice but to stop. He watched Broly approach, feeling somewhat helpless.

Over the past month, Turles and Broly had grown much closer. With the memories from his previous life, it was easy for Turles to win over someone as simple-minded as Broly, and the two had become good friends.

Broly really was unfortunate. As a Saiyan who had a power level of 10,000 from birth, he would have been treasured if he'd been born into another race. Once he grew up, he would have been a blessing to his entire people.

The universe was cruel. The law of the jungle was only the most basic rule; darkness was its one constant. You never knew when invaders might suddenly arrive, enslave you, destroy your home, or even take your life.

But King Vegeta's way of thinking was peculiar. Simply because he feared Broly's terrifying potential and worried it might threaten Vegeta's position, he chose to exile Broly to the desolate Planet Vampa. The Saiyans had lost a chance to rise to greatness for nothing.

Some said King Vegeta had done it because he was about to rebel against Frieza and needed to preserve a few Saiyans as a last resort. But Turles knew that was impossible. With all his memories combined, he understood the Saiyans far too well.

Even setting aside whether King Vegeta was that far-sighted, the Saiyans' system of raising their young had a huge flaw.

Among the Saiyans, a race of warriors, female Saiyans didn't take part in raising their children after giving birth. All infants were raised in incubation pods.

Although the nutrient solution in the pods provided newborn Saiyans with everything they needed and made up for some of their natural deficiencies, it also meant they didn't grow close to their parents. On top of that, Saiyans were instilled with combat experience from a young age. This made them emotionally detached, and combined with the violence in their blood, it meant that every Saiyan became selfish and self-serving once he reached adulthood.

If they didn't even care about their own families, how could anyone expect them to think about their race and make sure some of them survived?

So Broly was nothing more than a sacrifice King Vegeta had made to eliminate a threat to his throne.

Still, Broly's eighteen years on a desolate planet had left him very simple-minded. Perhaps because he feared Broly might seek revenge when he grew up, King Vegeta hadn't instilled combat experience in him as an infant. So Broly's temperament was somewhat like Son Goku's, and he greatly valued Turles, the new friend he'd made.

But sometimes, Broly's simple nature could be exasperating!

"Turles, stop bullying Father!" Broly answered bluntly.

"That's your father, not mine. And I'm not bullying him. I'm just sparring with him. You know what sparring means, right?" Turles hurriedly corrected him, exasperated.

That old bastard Paragus couldn't handle sparring with him, so he'd sent his son to talk him down while hiding away himself.

Just you wait until I catch you. I'll show you what happens then. You think I'm anything like you? Turles thought to himself.

After a month of constant fighting, Turles's power level had finally surpassed 10,000, reaching 12,000. He was now almost on par with Vegeta, and with his ability to sense energy, Paragus was no longer a match for him!

Honestly, Turles was very surprised that his power level had nearly doubled in just one month. His talent wasn't supposed to be anything special. Even with the help of the Spirit Fruit, he'd been defeated by Son Goku before Goku went to Namek, which showed just how poor his talent was.

Turles didn't know what had caused the change, but a higher power level was a good thing, so he didn't dwell on it.

"Then spar with me!"

Broly suddenly said this to Turles with complete seriousness.

Broly's words left Turles speechless. If I could beat you, would I still be pestering Paragus? You really don't know your own strength, do you?

It seemed that was exactly the case. Turles suddenly froze as the possibility occurred to him, and felt even more gloomy.

But after thinking it over, Turles was a little tempted. He and Broly had a pretty good relationship now, and a fight with him might actually be a good choice.

"Fine! But you have to hold back!" Turles agreed.

The two picked an empty patch of ground and began their first fight.

Looking at Broly across from him, Turles couldn't help feeling a little stirred up.

Facing Broly now, Turles no longer felt as helpless as he had when facing Frieza. Both had power levels above 500,000, but this time Turles wasn't afraid. He was even looking forward to it. The Saiyan blood in his veins had made him eager for a fight.

Neither of them attacked right away. They simply stared at each other. Turles had raised his energy to its limit, even though it was nothing to Broly.

A strong gust of wind swept past, and Turles attacked first!

He shot toward Broly at top speed, fists clenched and ready. He was fast, reaching Broly in the blink of an eye. Planting his right foot hard against the ground, he threw an uppercut at Broly's face.

Turles put all his strength into the punch and slammed it into Broly's face. A smile was already tugging at his lips, but his expression quickly froze. He stared in shock as Broly stood completely unmoved—then a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

"Kh!" Turles looked down. Broly's right fist had slammed into his stomach. Fighting through the pain, Turles counterattacked, grabbed Broly's wrist with both hands, and threw him over his shoulder, smashing him into the ground and leaving a huge crater.

Broly's expression changed as he lay on the ground. The simple look on his face vanished, replaced by utter indifference. His icy gaze fixed on Turles like a knife.

With an explosive burst of energy, Broly carried Turles's body into the air. He reversed his grip on Turles's wrist and began raining punches down on him.

As he desperately dodged Broly's attacks, Turles struggled to break free. He was already regretting this.

There was no way he could handle Broly once he got serious. They weren't even in the same league. And judging by the way Broly looked, he was probably already on the verge of losing control.

"Broly!" Turles shouted, finally unable to hold back after blocking another punch. His entire arm had gone numb.

At the sound of Turles's voice, Broly's attacks paused for an instant. Seizing the precious opportunity, Turles finally wrenched himself free and immediately retreated, putting some distance between them.

Hovering in the air, Turles grimaced. His whole body felt as if it had been battered to pieces. In just a few seconds, Broly had nearly left him seriously injured.

Turles didn't dare provoke Broly any further. He stayed far away in the air, watching him. If Broly showed even the slightest sign of acting strangely, Turles would flee without hesitation.

Luckily, Broly didn't lose control any further. With Turles no longer provoking him, Broly's energy began to subside. The coldness in his expression gradually faded, and his simple, honest look returned.

Turles still didn't dare let his guard down. He watched Broly from a distance for a while before slowly approaching. Once he reached Broly, he finally relaxed and couldn't help complaining, "Broly, were you trying to kill me?" He shook his numb arm as he spoke.

Broly didn't get angry at Turles's complaint. Looking a little remorseful, he said, "Sorry, Turles! I don't know what happened just now. After you hit me, I suddenly felt really angry. Are you okay?"

Turles had known Broly's emotions were unstable, but he hadn't realized they were this unstable. One sparring match had nearly sent him to his death. Still, Turles didn't blame Broly. He had agreed to fight him, after all.

As the feeling slowly returned to his arm, Turles stopped complaining. Instead, he looked at Broly seriously and said, "Broly, you have a serious problem. You need to find a way to control your emotions. We're the masters of our power. Don't let it control you!"

Broly scratched his head awkwardly, looking confused. Turles's words were too profound for him. Broly was completely illiterate—his bastard father, Paragus, had never taught him anything beyond fighting. Turles had even been the one to teach him his own name.

Looking at the simple-minded Broly, Turles found it hard to imagine that same cold expression on his face. He shook his head and said nothing more.

After telling Broly to go back and find his father, Turles turned and left, returning to his own place.

Once there, Turles took off his Battle Suit and looked at the bruises on his body, feeling rather frustrated.

As he rubbed the bruises to promote blood circulation, he began thinking back over the fight.

The fight had been brief, but the impact on Turles had been enormous. His power level had increased so much over the past month that he'd gotten a little carried away. He'd actually thought he could spar with Broly. Luckily, things had ended without disaster; otherwise, he might have lost his life. After all, he didn't have Instant Transmission and couldn't escape Broly's speed.

Still, the fight hadn't been without benefits. Since he'd started fighting Paragus, Turles hadn't suffered injuries as bad as the ones he'd received today. The pressure Broly had put him under couldn't even be compared to Paragus's. Once his injuries healed, he was sure he'd make a bigger breakthrough than ever before.

Thinking about how quickly his power level could rise, Turles even wanted to fight Broly again!

"Ugh!" Turles groaned, his attention returning to his injuries. Looking at the bruises, he quickly shook his head and abandoned that dangerous thought.

"Have I lost my mind? Why am I looking to get beaten up? Isn't steady progress good enough?"

After reminding himself that he had no desire to get beaten up, Turles continued tending to his injuries. Groans soon began to echo through the cave!