"Bang!"
This heavy hammer hit Broly firmly on the back of the neck.
The impact point exploded with a golden shock wave visible to the naked eye, knocking all the rows of long tables on both sides of the hall that had not been shattered to the ground.
Broly's head was slammed forward, and his chin almost hit the gravel on the floor.
Broly turned his head one by one, his blurred drunken eyes focused hard on Vegeta's face. He frowned several times before finally recognizing who the person in front of him was.
"Why did you hit me? Isn't it just to teach your father a lesson for you? How about you attack me?"
Vegeta's heart sank suddenly, but it didn't work.
"I'm so dizzy... Why is this wine so powerful..." Broly muttered vaguely again, and his eyelids began to fall uncontrollably. The number of Vegeta in front of him changed from one to two, from two to four, and from four to one large piece.
He shook his head vigorously to get rid of those ghosts, but the more he shook his head, the more dizzy he became.
"Crack!"
Broly's body suddenly lost all support, and the whole person fell straight to the side like a wall that had its base removed. He hit face down on the edge of the big pit that he had made with his own hands, making a dull impact sound.
His limbs were spread out, and an even and low snore came from his nose...
The fifty-two-proof spirit finally completely knocked this Legendary Super Saiyan down.
"It's so dangerous." Vegeta breathed a long sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe a layer of cold sweat from his forehead that had broken out at some point.
"Whoops!"
King Vegeta also roared back from a distance, landed next to Vegeta, and looked down at Broly, who was lying on the ground snoring loudly.
His royal robe was stained with a lot of dust from the explosion just now, and his hair was a little messy, but the fear in his eyes had gradually been replaced by another, more dangerous look.
"Kill him while he's drunk and unconscious now."
"What are you talking about, my father? Did you get a blow to your ear just now that affected your hearing... I made it very clear, I won't kill him." Vegeta folded his arms and didn't even look at his father.
"Vegeta... Are you willing to let such a guy who is countless times more powerful than you live by your side all the time? His existence itself is a threat to you. As long as he lives for a day, you will never be the strongest Saiyan." King Vegeta's brows frowned deeply.
"Although I am really unwilling... Every time I see him, I wonder why the blond one is not me. But with Broly here, I will have a target in front of me that I can never catch up with. Every time I feel that I am strong enough, as soon as I look back and see him, I know that I I'm still far behind." Vegeta finally turned around and looked directly at his father calmly and firmly, "You go, father... I will never kill him. Not only will I not, I will continue to practice with him until one day I can really catch up with him."
King Vegeta was silent for a long time, his lips pursed into a straight line, and extremely complex emotions surged in his eyes...
There was disappointment in his son, fear of the potential threat of Broly, and a trace of envy that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
I envy Vegeta that he has a more powerful opponent than him to catch up with, but he has no goal of catching up during the years he has been sitting on the throne.
"And... you'd better not even have such thoughts." Vegeta added, his tone a few degrees cooler than before, "If you really did something to Broly while he was drunk, Reiz will never let you go. You die in Reiz In the hands of E, I may not be able to stop him... To be honest, I can't stop him at all. When that time comes, I won't mind letting you abdicate early, and then give Saiyan's throne directly to Reiz. I believe that with his ability, he is more than enough to be the king."
"You... what did you say? Are you going to hand over the throne that has been inherited by the Vegeta family for four generations to an outsider?" King Vegeta was so angry that his nose almost crooked.
At this moment, he suddenly had an extremely strong illusion...
The son in front of him doesn't look like his own, but rather looks like he was raised by Reiz himself.
These words came out of Vegeta's mouth, with such a righteous and stern tone, it sounded like he was thinking about Reiz.
"But I feel...Reiz has no interest in the throne. If he wanted to be the king, he would have been the king long ago. He didn't have to wait until now." Vegeta relaxed his tense tone and even had a faint smile on his lips.
"Did he tell you that personally?" King Vegeta was stunned for a moment.
Saiyan There has never been a strong man in history who was not interested in the throne...
The first thing for every Combat Power person who reaches the top is to challenge the current king and replace him.
How could someone have no interest in ruling the entire Saiyan race?
This kind of thing is almost impossible to exist in his cognition.
"Although he didn't say it himself, I can tell." Vegeta looked away from his father's face and fell on Broly, who was lying on the edge of the pit and snoring like thunder.
In the courtyard of Reiz.
Reiz and Linoshi were sitting face to face on both sides of the small round table. There were several plates of dishes brought back from the earth on the table. The heat had almost dissipated, but the fragrance was still strong.
Just now, a golden flame burst into the sky in the direction of the palace, followed by a series of dull explosions and the roar of collapsed buildings. From such a long distance, you could feel the ground shaking faintly.
Reiz and Linoshi put down their chopsticks almost at the same time and glanced in the direction of the palace.
Linoshi gently raised her right hand, and the white Scepter appeared out of thin air in her hand.
She gently twirled Scepter in front of her, and a soft silver light circulated inside the crystal ball at the head of the staff, and then a clear real-time holographic picture was projected in front of the two of them, showing everything that was happening in the main hall of the palace in detail before their eyes.
In the picture, Broly was lying on the edge of the big pit that he had smashed with his own hands, punching the gravel at the bottom of the pit and muttering curses.
"Vegeta This kid... has really made a lot of progress during the time he has been out. In the past, he only knew how to hold his neck and talk back to others, but now at least he has learned to stop his father from doing stupid things at critical moments." Reiz took a sip of the juice on the table, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Are you really not interested in the throne?" Linoshi blinked, taking Scepter back and leaning on his side.
"I'm not interested. I don't have time to manage the people on the planet... Just dealing with the various court meetings, military parades, and listening to the combat reports of each unit every day is enough to take up a lifetime of free time. If I have that time, I might as well spend more time with you." Reiz shook his head slowly.