Battle Against Broly

"Broly, why are you still following me!"

Flying through the air, Turles sensed Broly's energy behind him and had no choice but to stop. He looked at the approaching Broly with a sense of helplessness.

Over the past month, the relationship between Turles and Broly had progressed significantly. With the memories of his past life, it was very easy for Turles to hoodwink the simple-minded Broly, so they were now considered good friends.

Broly was truly a pitiful case. As a Saiyan born with a combat power of 10,000, if he had been born into any other race, he would have been cherished and protected; as long as he grew up, he would undoubtedly have been a blessing to his people.

The universe is incredibly cruel. The law of the jungle is the basic rule, and darkness is the only constant. You never know when invaders might suddenly arrive to enslave your life, destroy your home, or even take your life.

However, King Vegeta's way of thinking was peculiar. Simply because he feared Broly's terrifying talent and viewed it as a threat to Vegeta's status, he chose to exile Broly to the desolate Planet Vampa, pointlessly throwing away a chance for the Saiyans to rise.

Some say King Vegeta did it because he was about to rebel against Frieza and needed to preserve some seeds for the Saiyan race, but Turles knew this was impossible. Having integrated all his memories, Turles understood the Saiyan race all too well.

Setting aside whether King Vegeta even possessed such foresight, the Saiyan cultivation system itself had massive flaws.

In a society where every Saiyan was a warrior, to maintain combat readiness, female Saiyans did not participate in child-rearing after giving birth. All infants were raised uniformly in incubation pods.

Although the nutrient solution in the pods provided the necessary nourishment for newborn Saiyans and compensated for some congenital deficiencies, it also meant that Saiyans felt no closeness to their parents. Furthermore, young Saiyans were injected with combat experience from an early age, which created a coldness in their emotions. Combined with the inherent violent factors in Saiyan blood, every Saiyan was, in reality, a selfish individual once they reached adulthood.

If they had no feelings even for their own kin, could you really expect them to care about the survival of their race and think about preserving its future?

Therefore, Broly was merely a sacrificial lamb for King Vegeta to eliminate a threat to the throne.

However, eighteen years of life on a desolate planet had left Broly very simple-minded. Moreover, perhaps out of fear of Broly's future retaliation, King Vegeta had not injected him with combat experience as an infant. Consequently, Broly's temperament was somewhat similar to Son Goku's, which was why he valued Turles, his new friend, so highly.

But sometimes, Broly's simple nature was enough to leave one speechless!

"Turles, stop bullying Father!" Broly answered Turles's question straightforwardly.

"That's your father, not mine. And I'm not bullying him; I'm just sparring with him. Do you understand what sparring is?" Turles felt a surge of irritation and immediately corrected him.

Paragus, that old bastard, couldn't handle the sparring, so he sent his own son to act as a lobbyist while he went into hiding.

Just wait until I catch you, then we'll see how I deal with you. Do you think I'm the same as you? Turles thought to himself, feeling secretly resentful.

After a month of continuous fighting, Turles's combat power had completely broken through the 10,000 mark, reaching 12,000. He was now roughly on par with the current Vegeta, and with his ability to sense energy, Paragus was no longer his match.

In truth, Turles was very surprised that he had nearly doubled his combat power in just one month. By all accounts, his talent was not outstanding; as a low-class warrior, he had been defeated by a Son Goku who hadn't even gone to Namek yet, even with the help of the Spirit Fruit. His lack of talent was evident.

Although Turles didn't know the reason, an increase in combat power was a good thing, so he stopped dwelling on it.

"Then I will spar with you!"

At that moment, Broly said this to Turles with extreme seriousness.

Broly's words left Turles completely speechless. He thought, If I could beat you, would I still be pestering Paragus? You really don't have enough self-awareness, do you!

It seemed that was indeed the case. Turles suddenly froze, realizing this possibility, and felt even more depressed.

After some thought, Turles felt a bit tempted. His relationship with Broly was currently quite good, and if he could have a sparring match with him, it would be a decent choice for him at this stage.

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

The two chose an open area and began their first spar.

Looking at Broly across from him, Turles couldn't help but feel a ripple of emotion.

Facing Broly now, Turles no longer felt the distress he had experienced when facing Frieza. Although both possessed a combat power of over 500,000, Turles felt no fear; instead, he felt a sense of anticipation. The combative instincts within his Saiyan blood had him feeling impatient to begin.

The two did not strike immediately, simply staring at one another. Turles raised his Ki to its limit, though to Broly, it was hardly worth mentioning.

A gust of wind blew past, and Turles launched the first attack!

Turles rushed toward Broly at high speed, fists clenched and ready. He was incredibly fast, reaching Broly in the blink of an eye. He stomped his right foot heavily into the ground and launched an uppercut directly at Broly's face.

This punch carried the full force of Turles's body, landing heavily on Broly's face. Turles couldn't help but want to smile, but his expression quickly froze. He stared in shock at the unmoving Broly, and then, a sharp pain radiated from his abdomen.

"Urgh!" Turles looked down to see Broly's right fist buried deep in his gut. Enduring the intense pain, Turles attempted a counterattack, grabbing Broly's wrists and executing a back-throw that slammed him into the ground, creating a large crater.

The expression on Broly's face as he lay on the ground shifted. The simple-minded, honest look vanished, replaced by an extreme coldness. His icy gaze fixed on Turles like a blade.

With an explosive burst of Ki, Broly flew into the air, taking Turles with him. He gripped Turles's wrists and began raining down a flurry of punches.

While trying his best to dodge Broly's attacks and struggling to break free from his grip, Turles began to regret his decision.

A serious Broly was simply not someone he could handle right now; they weren't even in the same league. Furthermore, looking at Broly, it seemed he was on the verge of losing control.

"Broly!" After blocking another one of Broly's punches, Turles, his entire arm now numb, finally couldn't help but shout out loud.

Hearing Turles's voice, Broly's attack stalled for a split second. Seizing this hard-won moment, Turles finally broke free from Broly's grasp, immediately retreating to put some distance between them.

Hovering in the air, Turles couldn't help but grimace, feeling as if his whole body were falling apart. In just a few short seconds, he had been nearly beaten to a pulp by Broly.

Turles didn't dare provoke Broly further, only watching him from a distance. If he saw even the slightest sign of trouble on Broly's face, he would flee the scene without hesitation.

Fortunately, Broly didn't lose control any further. Without Turles's provocation, Broly's Ki began to recede, the coldness on his face gradually fading until he returned to his usual, simple-minded expression.

Turles didn't dare to be careless. After observing from afar for a while, he slowly began to approach. Once he reached Broly's side, he finally relaxed and couldn't help but complain, "Broly, are you trying to kill me?" As he spoke, he shook his numb arm.

Broly didn't get angry at the complaint; instead, he said with a look of guilt, "Sorry, Turles! I don't know what happened just now. After you hit me, I suddenly felt extremely angry. Are you okay?"

Turles knew Broly's emotions were unstable, but he hadn't expected them to be this volatile. A simple spar had nearly cost him his life. Still, Turles didn't blame Broly; after all, he had agreed to the spar himself.

As his sensation began to return, Turles stopped complaining and looked at Broly seriously. "Broly, your problem is quite severe. You have to find a way to control your emotions. We are the masters of our power; don't let the power control you!"

Broly scratched his head awkwardly, looking confused. Turles's words were a bit too profound for him, as Broly was truly illiterate. That bastard father of his, Paragus, had never taught him anything about culture, only combat. Even his own name had been taught to him by Turles.

Looking at the simple-minded Broly, it was hard to imagine that the cold expression from moments ago could have appeared on his face. Turles shook his head and said nothing more.

After sending Broly back to find his father, Turles turned and left the area, returning to his own living quarters.

Back at his quarters, Turles took off his battle armor. Looking at the bruises on his body, he felt somewhat dejected.

Turles began rubbing the bruises to stimulate blood circulation, all the while reflecting on the battle that had just taken place.

Although the fight had been very brief, the blow to Turles's ego was immense. The increase in his combat power over the past month had truly made him arrogant; he had actually dared to think about sparring with Broly. Fortunately, he had escaped unscathed in the end; otherwise, he might have lost his life right there. After all, he didn't possess Instant Transmission and couldn't have evaded Broly's speed.

However, it wasn't without its gains. Since he began fighting Paragus, the total injuries Turles had sustained up until today didn't even add up to the severity of the wounds he had received just now. The pressure it brought upon him was also incomparable. He believed that once his current injuries healed, he would experience a greater improvement than ever before.

Thinking about the possibility of rapidly increasing his combat power, Turles actually wanted to fight Broly again!

"Ugh!" A muffled groan escaped his lips. Turles's attention snapped back to his injuries. Looking at those bruises, he shook his head violently and hurriedly abandoned that dangerous thought.

"I must be tired of living. Why would I go looking for a beating? Isn't it better to just improve step by step?"

Having reaffirmed that he had no masochistic tendencies, Turles continued to treat his injuries, and muffled groans began to echo through the cave from time to time!