Frieza stood at the cabin door, staring blankly at the fading light, and did not move for a long time.
The cold wind poured in from outside the hatch that had not been closed, causing his tail to sway slightly.
His mind was in chaos, everything that had just happened rolled before his eyes like a revolving lantern, and every frame made his chest feel tight.
After a long while, he slowly turned around and saw five or six younger brothers still kneeling behind him.
Those pairs of eyes were all staring at him, some were wide-eyed, and some were still twitching at the corners of their eyes. It was obvious that the scene just now had been captured by them.
Frieza had a thought in his mind.
His majestic image cannot collapse in the hearts of these younger brothers.
Absolutely not!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He waved his hand gently, and his arm drew an understated arc in the air.
Several rays of invisible energy shot out instantly, accurately hitting every witness present.
The bodies of the five or six younger brothers exploded at the same moment, turning into dense clouds of blood mist, with not even the bones left.
The blood mist filled the air for two seconds, and then was sucked away by the ventilation system, leaving only a few faint red marks on the floor.
Frieza retracted his hand, straightened his collar, took a deep breath to return the expression on his face to normal, and then returned to the main control hall unhurriedly, looking as calm as if he had just gone to drink a cup of tea.
Berryblue had his back to the door and was looking down at the data pad in his hand. His expression was deep and focused, a little too focused.
He didn't even raise his eyelids, as if there was nothing worthy of his attention in the entire main control hall except the data board.
"Who said Lord Beerus was found before?" Frieza asked with a cold face, and his voice was so calm that there was no wave.
"It seems that Bruchi said it." Berryblue raised his head and pretended to think for a while, but still did not look at Frieza's face.
"Execute immediately." Frieza gave the order, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Sacred World of the Kai.
Broly is still in a state of rage, his eyes are dull, and there is no focus in his eyes. Only the most primitive fierce light is burning deep in his pupils.
He pressed Vegeta's head tightly, his fingers clasping the top of Vegeta's head like iron pliers.
Vegeta's face was pressed against the stone floor and rubbed back and forth. The gravel beneath him was crushed to pieces, and shallow dents were plowed out on the ground.
After several rounds of beatings, Vegeta was seriously injured.
His consciousness was swinging back and forth between fuzzy and awake, and his vision was sometimes dark and sometimes white, and no bone in his body was groaning.
Later, he didn't even have the strength to scream. He could only squeeze out a few hoarse sounds from his throat, and his lips moved but he couldn't say a word.
Broly was completely unaware of it and still held on to Vegeta's head, pressing his entire head out of shape and flattening his face to the ground. The blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth mixed with the soil, covering half of his face.
"You... you bastard!" Vegeta tried his best to exert his last bit of strength, staring into blurred vision, two lines of hot tears falling from his eyes, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear it, "I saved you... Are you targeting me like this? You don't hit anyone, but you hit me... Are you being unreasonable..."
After saying the last few words, his voice became completely hoarse and he could no longer make any sound.
His head tilted, the whites of his eyes rolled out, and he finally fainted completely.
Broly's pupils shrank suddenly, as if they were stabbed by something.
There was a ripple in the depths of those empty white eyes, as if a stone had been thrown into the calm lake surface, and the ripples spread outward in circles.
He stared at the unconscious Vegeta on the ground, tilted his head, let out a low whimper in his throat, and then shook his head violently, causing his blond hair to fly wildly.
"Crack!"
The golden flame suddenly extinguished, fading from the roots of his hair, turning from golden back to black inch by inch.
Immediately afterwards, the bulging muscles around his body slowly calmed down, and his thick arms and shoulders shrank back to their normal size.
The swollen muscle lines disappeared without a trace, and even the ferocious expression on his face relaxed, returning to his usual harmless face.
In just the blink of an eye, Broly completely retreated from the dual forms of Mimic Great Ape and Super Saiyan, and returned to the usual silly-looking black-haired boy.
He looked down at his open hands and moved his fingers, like someone who had just woken up from sleep checking whether his hands were his or not.
Looking at Vegeta again, he was lying on the ground motionless, his face was covered with mud and blood, his clothes were in tatters, his body was covered in injuries, and his breathing was so weak that he could hardly feel it.
Broly scratched his head, rolled his eyes, and his face was full of confusion.
He knelt down, stretched out a rough little hand, and patted Vegeta's face gently a few times.
"Pah! Pah!"
Every stroke was firm, and Vegeta's face was shaken from side to side.
Poor Vegeta, less than a minute after he fainted, was slapped on the face by Broly and forced to turn on his phone.
He took a sharp breath, his eyelids trembled again and again, and finally opened a crack. In his field of vision was the big face of Broly, which was very close to him, staring at him with concern.
"Ah--" Vegeta squeezed out an indistinct wail from deep in his throat, and his whole face wrinkled up in pain.
"You finally woke up!" Broly's eyes lit up, and he quickly held Vegeta's shoulders, lifted him up, and asked eagerly, "Are you okay? Who hit you? Tell me, and I'll vent your anger."
Vegeta opened his mouth, opened and closed it, closed and opened it again, but in the end nothing came out.
He stared silently at Broly's sincere eyes, with ten thousand curse words stuck in his throat, but he didn't bother to spit out a single word.
Don't you know who hit me?
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling that he had never been so speechless in his life.
But looking at this kid's appearance, he seems to have regained his senses now.
This is a good thing, at least I don't have to be beaten anymore.
"I know," Broly slapped his thigh suddenly, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists loudly, with anger suddenly revealed on his face, "It must be the guy named Supreme Kai who beat you! He beat you like this! I will avenge you now!"
Vegeta snorted with all his strength, his voice was hoarse and weak, but Prince's arrogance was not lost at all. "I'm seriously injured now, don't disturb my rest!"
"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Broly nodded, and thoughtfully stretched out his hands to grab Vegeta's shoulders, turned him over, and let him lie on the uneven ground, with his cheek pressed against the cold stone.
"You, you, you... why are you touching me?" Vegeta was so anxious that the veins on his neck were popping up. Although his voice was weak, it was full of irritability.