Deceiving Broly

Just as Wang Yang was lamenting his misfortune, a small head poked out from the upper edge of the massive crater, peering down.

"Broly... my good brother, hurry and save me." Wang Yang spotted him immediately, raising his right hand and grimacing as he called out to Broly.

"Wang Yang, why are you lying on the ground? Who beat you up like this? I'll take revenge for you." Broly flew down and landed beside Wang Yang. Seeing Wang Yang's miserable state, he flew into a rage. His Ki began to climb steadily; Wang Yang estimated that Broly's combat power must be around twelve thousand at this moment.

"..." Wang Yang was speechless. How was he supposed to answer that?

"No one hit me; I just had bad luck and got injured like this myself," Wang Yang said, feeling like crying but having no tears.

This beating had been for nothing.

"Then how did you get hurt?" Broly looked at Wang Yang with wide, curious eyes, like a naive child.

"Now is not the time for this, hurry and get me out of here," Wang Yang shouted.

"Oh, oh. But you have to tell me why you got hurt like this later." Broly carelessly grabbed Wang Yang and flew out of the giant crater.

"..." Wang Yang was so angry he wanted to hit him. A brat is a brat; he really didn't know how to hold a conversation.

"Hiss! Hiss! Be gentle!" Wang Yang gasped in pain.

"Ah! Where did our home go?" Broly flew into the air and looked around, seeing only a landscape full of pits and craters; as for the imperial city, it was nowhere to be found.

"It's gone," Wang Yang said irritably.

Yesterday, after transforming into a Giant Ape, the imperial city had borne the brunt of the destruction caused by this maniac, Broly.

"Then what should we do?" Broly scratched his head in distress.

"The War King is over there, let's go find him." Wang Yang sensed the War King's Ki and pointed in his direction.

As for Paragus, Wang Yang conveniently ignored him.

At this moment, a group of people had gathered around the War King. When they saw Broly flying toward them, they turned pale with fright, clutching their blades and spears as they stared nervously at him.

"Uncle War King, don't be afraid. He has his senses back now and won't go around destroying things," Wang Yang said, forcing a smile that looked worse than a cry.

The War King's mouth twitched as he looked at the devastated land, wanting to cry but having no tears; the life's work he had struggled for was just gone like that.

Sigh!

"Where is my father?" Broly looked around, failing to find Paragus.

"I don't know." Wang Yang glanced in a certain direction and told a bald-faced lie.

"Oh!" Broly was still young and hadn't spent many days with Paragus, so their bond wasn't deep. He just responded indifferently upon hearing this.

"Uncle War King, is there a place to rest? And maybe get something to eat?" Not only was Wang Yang severely injured, but his stomach was also growling with hunger.

"Follow me. I just hope that place hasn't been destroyed as well." The War King sighed.

The War King led Wang Yang and Broly to a mansion two hundred kilometers away, a residence he had built during his standoff with the previous dynasty.

By now, Wang Yang was covered in medicinal herbs and wrapped up like a rice dumpling. He watched longingly as Broly gorged himself on food, while he had to be fed by a slow-moving maid.

Often, by the time he had swallowed one bite, the maid hadn't even brought the next piece of food over.

I'm going to beat you half to death one day too, just so you can watch me eat from the sidelines. Wang Yang felt a surge of frustration, though he couldn't really blame the true culprit.

"Broly, I need to tell you something," Wang Yang said after a moment of contemplation.

"What is it? Tell me," Broly said, his mouth stuffed with food, his voice muffled.

"You should cut off your tail!"

"Tail?" Broly swallowed his food, grabbed his tail with his greasy little hand, and looked at Wang Yang curiously.

"Yes. Every time there is a full moon, we Saiyans turn into Giant Apes, and then we lose our minds and destroy everything," Wang Yang explained.

As for the seventeen million units of Blutz Waves, explaining that wouldn't make it any clearer for Broly.

"But cutting off the tail hurts!" Broly looked at Wang Yang pitifully. The knowledge in his mind also told him that Saiyans turned into Giant Apes during a full moon. But he was still young, unable to distinguish good from evil, and had no psychological barrier against destroying things.

"If you don't cut it off, the next time you turn into a Giant Ape and kill us all, there won't be anyone left to prepare food for you. You'll only be able to go outside and eat rocks," Wang Yang said with a sly smile, coaxing the young Broly without a hint of guilt.

Whoosh!

Broly's small figure vanished like a phantom. When he reappeared, he was holding a rock the size of a head.

Broly licked his lips.

Crunch!

"Ah!" Broly took a bite of the rock, immediately clutching his mouth and wailing in pain as the rock fell to the ground.

Poor Broly; he was still young and naive, never realizing he could just look for other food.

"Is it hard to eat? If you don't cut off your tail, you'll have to eat rocks like that in the future," Wang Yang continued his deceptive threats.

Broly looked hesitant and indecisive. Finally, he looked at the meat and fish on the table, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and with a loud shout, pulled his tail off with all his might.

"Ah!"

"It hurts, it hurts!" Broly clutched his backside, jumping up and down in agony.

Perfect!

Wang Yang smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits, his anxious heart finally settling back into his chest.

Right now, he was the only Saiyan here with a tail; even if Broly were to go berserk, he could transform into a Giant Ape to subdue him.

After all, he knew the technique for the Artificial Moon.

It seems I'll need to increase the intensity once my injuries heal. If the gap between our base forms grows too wide, even transforming into a Giant Ape might be risky. Thinking of Broly's constantly rising combat power, Wang Yang felt his pressure double instantly.

The Saiyans were truly a warrior race that had once dominated the universe; even though Wang Yang was still in his infancy, his recovery speed was astonishingly fast, and within five days, he was already up and jumping around.

"Broly, from now on, you'll be training with me." Having just finished a full meal, Wang Yang dragged Broly out to the mountain behind their base.

"Training? Okay, Father used to teach me how to train often," Broly said.

Wang Yang had learned that Paragus's training for Broly focused on physical conditioning and combat styles.

"You don't need to practice those things anymore; you'll train the way I teach you," Wang Yang said.

"Then how should I train?" Broly looked at Wang Yang, puzzled.

"You aren't lacking in combat power right now. In fact, your combat power, which grows every single moment, is a threat. Once that growth exceeds your control, you will be consumed by this power and go on a rampage." Wang Yang looked at Broly earnestly, unsure if the boy truly understood, but he continued, "You need to learn how to control the Ki within your body."

Broly stared blankly at Wang Yang, not quite grasping the meaning, yet he felt that it sounded like it made a lot of sense.