The Invincible Monkey

Late at night!

"I'm leaving tomorrow. While I'm gone, make sure you keep training. Training is like rowing upstream: if you don't move forward, you'll fall behind. I hope you'll impress me the next time we meet." Wang Yang looked solemnly at the seven children before him, who ranged in age from seven to fifteen.

They were all his disciples, whom he had taken in at War Emperor's request. Though he looked very young, the people on this planet placed great importance on etiquette and education.

The knowledgeable were respected as teachers. Not one of them looked down on Wang Yang; instead, they held him in great respect.

"Yes, Master!" The seven disciples bowed respectfully.

"When you grow up, help War Emperor, treat the people well, and develop science and technology!"

Wang Yang quietly turned around and looked up at the twinkling stars.

The seven disciples silently bowed once more, then slowly left.

"Brother Yang, Father said you're leaving. Is that true?" At some point, a little girl in a pink dress, as delicate as a porcelain doll, had come up behind Wang Yang. She clutched her skirt in her small hands and nervously watched his back.

"That's right. My goal is to become the strongest, so I have to leave." Wang Yang didn't turn around. His voice was calm.

"But if you leave, I'll be so sad." As Little Yue'er spoke, tears slid down her fair cheeks.

"You'll only be sad for a little while. When you grow up and make new friends, you'll forget all about me." Wang Yang smiled as he comforted her.

Little Yue'er was only three years old. Wang Yang's mental age was thirty, and he cared for her with the affection and tenderness of a father for his daughter.

"Before you leave, could you tell me one more story?" The tears on Little Yue'er's face came and went quickly.

"Sure! I'll tell you a story called The Invincible Monkey!" Wang Yang gently pinched Little Yue'er's jelly-soft cheek and smiled.

"Once upon a time, there was a powerful race in the universe called the Saiyans! One day, a newborn baby opened his eyes, and the entire planet trembled. The next moment, flames shot into the sky..."

"The planet exploded, but the little monkey was incredibly lucky and flew into the vast universe. That was where his amazing story began."

"On Gao Lao Planet, the little Saiyan monkey defeated the Pig Demon and rescued the people..."

"On White Bone Planet, the little monkey killed the White Bone Queen..."

"After enduring all kinds of hardships and defeating one powerful enemy after another, the little monkey finally grew into a mighty warrior who could hold up the heavens. In the end, he defeated the one known as the ruler of the universe—Quan Dan—at the very top of the cosmos!"

"From then on, the monkey became the new ruler of the universe!"

Wang Yang threw himself into portraying the invincible monkey's growth and power. It was all made up, but the tale also held the wish in his heart.

Little Yue'er listened, enthralled, her bright, innocent eyes fixed unblinkingly on Wang Yang. She hugged his furry tail, gently stroking it now and then with her little hand, as if she were petting a cute kitten.

In the dead of night, stars glittered across the sky as countless people on the planet fell asleep.

Inside the spaceship, Paragus sneaked into Broly's room next door. After the banquet, he had pestered Linge until he let him board the ship, saying that he wanted to familiarize himself with the place first.

"Broly, wake up!" Paragus whispered as he shook the sleeping Broly awake.

Broly lay sprawled across the bed, his thin blanket kicked to the floor. A bubble on his nose swelled and shrank as he breathed.

Pop!

The bubble burst!

"Father, what is it?" Broly murmured, opening his eyes and yawning.

"Broly, get up. We're going to kill those aliens." In the dark room, Paragus's expression was cold, his eyes glinting with a chilling light.

"Why are we killing them?" Broly looked at Paragus in confusion. Hadn't they all been getting along just fine over dinner?

"They're bad people. We have to wipe them out," Paragus said in a low voice.

"Oh!" Broly was still young and didn't have much of a sense of right and wrong. Or perhaps, compared with those aliens, he was simply more inclined to trust his father. Of course, if the others had been Wang Yang and his companions, that would have been another matter.

"You'll do exactly as I say. Here's what we'll do... You must kill him with one blow, and try not to make too much noise!" Paragus whispered instructions into Broly's ear.

Broly was wide awake now, his eyes bright as he nodded over and over.

"Lord Linge, Paragus has something to discuss with you." Paragus knocked on Linge's metal door, the dull thuds echoing through the corridor.

"Get lost! It's the middle of the night. Whatever it is, tell me tomorrow." Linge's voice boomed. He'd just fallen asleep and been woken up, and he was furious. He didn't spare Paragus the slightest courtesy.

The universe ran on the law of the jungle. Paragus's combat power wasn't even as high as his, and Linge naturally felt he was above him.

If he was in a good mood, he might show you some respect. If he wasn't, you were just some nobody, and he wouldn't give you the time of day.

"I have something important to tell you. It concerns a combat power of fifteen thousand." Paragus clenched his fists until they cracked, his face so dark it looked ready to drip with rage.

"Then the Scouter must be malfunctioning!" Linge said impatiently.

"The Scouter isn't malfunctioning. There really is someone with a combat power of fifteen thousand."

"You'd better give me a satisfactory explanation, or I'll make you regret it." With a bang, Linge flung the door open.

Linge was bare-chested, with a sheen of sweat on his skin. He glared at Paragus and his son, his expression hostile.

"There are two people on this planet with a combat power of fifteen thousand. That's both right and wrong." Paragus's voice was low and eerie.

"What do you mean?" Linge frowned.

"What I mean is, one of them has a combat power of fifteen thousand. As for the other one..." Paragus paused.

"What's the other one's combat power?" Linge stepped forward curiously and grabbed Paragus by the collar.

"The other one's combat power..." Paragus glanced at little Broly, his gaze shifting.

"Broly, attack!"

"What?" Linge froze for a moment.

Broly let out a loud roar and leaped high into the air like a nimble rabbit. A ball of energy in his hand shot down like lightning and slammed into Linge's chest.

Boom!

"Argh!"

Linge's chest burst open. He screamed and flew backward, then hit the ground. He twitched once and lay motionless.

Completely caught off guard, Linge had been struck by Broly, whose combat power exceeded thirty thousand. He was killed instantly.

"The other one's combat power is far greater than fifteen thousand. He's my son, Broly." Looking at Linge's thoroughly lifeless body on the ground, Paragus burst into wild, arrogant laughter.