A Planet with Life

Broly suddenly erupted, then fell back into a deep sleep. The man clutching Wang Yang's calf also drifted off, still holding on tightly with one hand.

After everything he'd been through that day, Wang Yang's tiny body was utterly exhausted. But he didn't dare sleep. What if he nodded off and somehow failed to hold on to Broly?

Is this the energy shield that lets Broly survive in space? Wang Yang's curiosity flared. He ran his little hand along the inside of the shield, which was smooth as glass.

Suddenly, a look of longing came over Wang Yang's face. He pressed one hand and one foot against the shield, then even pressed his face against it to study it closely.

If he could learn this trick, he'd be able to roam anywhere in the universe.

Adrift in space, with no way to tell how much time had passed, Wang Yang finally couldn't hold on any longer. He tore Paragus's cape into strips, twisted them into a rope, and tied himself and Broly together by the hands. Still worried, he wound his little tail around them too before finally falling into a deep sleep.

He slept, woke, and slept again. After repeating this countless times, Wang Yang was so hungry his stomach rumbled nonstop, and black spots danced before his eyes.

After drifting for so long, the Saiyan's physique had helped the man recover somewhat from his injuries. Now he was holding on to Broly's calf instead.

"Are we going to starve to death in space?" the man cried in despair.

"Just hang on a little longer. There's life ahead, so we'll have something to eat soon," Wang Yang said weakly. He hadn't been idle all these days; he'd been studying ki.

He studied his own ki, Broly's ki, and Paragus's ki.

Ki was a catchall term. Simply put, it was energy, and everyone had some. When studying ki, he first calmed his mind, then closed his eyes and sensed Broly and the other man's ki, before extending his awareness farther out.

Strangely enough, ever since he was born, Wang Yang felt that his comprehension had become remarkably sharp. He'd mastered the knowledge in his mind and even expanded on it.

Now, he sensed a great deal of faint ki ahead. Judging by the energy shield's speed, they'd arrive soon.

"Kafra, you'd better not be lying to me," Paragus said suspiciously. How could he sense that? Since when could Saiyans do something like this?

"Don't worry, Uncle Paragus. There's definitely a planet with life ahead," Wang Yang said confidently. Over the past few days, he'd learned plenty from talking with Paragus, including that the man was Broly's father. After finding that out, Wang Yang could only marvel that the man had somehow escaped his fate.

A green streak tore across the sky and entered the atmosphere. The temperature inside the energy shield began to rise.

Broly woke from his slumber and let out a roar. Their speed slowed, and he guided all three of them down to the ground in a gentle, even descent.

The three of them touched down, and the green energy shield vanished at once.

"Uncle Paragus, go find us some food. We're starving," Wang Yang ordered without a second thought.

"All right. Wait here a moment." Paragus nodded and, despite his exhaustion, flew off into the distance with ki. In his eyes, no matter how clearly Wang Yang spoke, he was still about the same age as Broly.

"Good buddy, you're incredible. Saving your life took a lot of effort, so I'm glad I did it," Wang Yang said with a grin, patting Broly on the shoulder.

"Hehe!" Broly stared at Wang Yang blankly. Seeing his bright smile, he couldn't help but give him an innocent smile in return.

Just then, a speck in the sky drew closer and closer. Paragus came flying back, carrying a huge, scaly beast over his shoulder. He bobbed unsteadily in midair, looking utterly drained, as if one more straw would make him fall.

"Huff, huff! I'm exhausted." Paragus dropped the beast and sat on the ground, panting heavily.

After going so many days without food, Paragus was already worn out. He'd nearly lost his grip on the beast.

The scaly beast was as big as a house and looked a bit like a dinosaur. A wound as large as a washbasin marred its head, its edges charred black and reeking of burnt flesh.

"Come on, come on. Don't just sit there. We're starving!" Wang Yang urged Paragus to get up and get to work. Adult Saiyans at this point in the story were hardly good people, so there was no need to be polite—especially not to the ambitious Paragus from the original story.

"Damn brat!" Paragus was furious. He hadn't even had time to rest before being ordered to work again. Once I've eaten my fill, I'll show you what's what.

Paragus finally finished chopping the wood and arranged it in a cone, then skewered the beast's body with it. He was just about to start a fire when a Ki Blast shot past from the side and struck the wood above it.

Paragus instinctively looked to the side.

"Uncle Paragus, you've been working so hard. I felt bad just watching, so I thought I'd give you a hand," Wang Yang said with a grin.

"You wicked little brat! You nearly hit me!" Starving, Paragus flew into a rage.

Broly stared blankly at his father, unsure why he was angry.

The more Paragus looked at Wang Yang, the more he disliked him. He was nowhere near as quiet and adorable as his own son, Broly.

Night fell. The three of them sat chewing on huge chunks of meat.

The roast was plain, without a single seasoning, but to Wang Yang it tasted like the finest food in the world. He ignored whether a baby's digestive system could handle it and wolfed down mouthful after mouthful.

"Ah, that hits the spot!"

After eating his fill, Wang Yang lay on the ground with a groan.

"Get up, brat." Paragus cracked his neck and his knuckles, then looked down at Wang Yang.

"What for?" Wang Yang floated up until he was at eye level with Paragus.

"What for? You disrespectful little brat. I'm going to teach you to respect your elders." Paragus sneered and reached out with his thick arm to grab him.

"Let's talk this out. Keep your hands to yourself." Wang Yang used ki to swiftly dodge his grasp. He could sense that Paragus's ki was no match for his own. Though his body was frail and he couldn't beat Paragus, he could "see" his movements clearly, making it easy to dodge.

Paragus watched Wang Yang evade him in surprise. Then, in a fit of humiliation, he sprang into the air and reached for Wang Yang with both hands, moving like a blur.

He couldn't even subdue a tiny baby. It was humiliating.

Wang Yang's tiny body darted back and forth, up and down, always slipping away just before Paragus could catch him.