"Wait a little longer. When I practice hard, I'll hit you again!" Son Goku added, curling his lips at him.
"How many days?" Broly asked, and his toes unconsciously turned half a circle to the outside.
"It should take more than ten days, or even longer. After all, your foundation is there." Son Goku scratched his head and made a careful calculation.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Broly nodded in agreement, and the corners of his mouth raised again. That bellicose light flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it again.
"That's great." A heartfelt smile broke out on Son Goku's face, and the curvature of the corners of his eyes was a little deeper than before.
"Damn it! Kakarot! If you have the ability, show your true strength!" Vegeta's voice exploded from below, his voice raised to an extremely high pitch, with a sense of embarrassment and anger that comes only after being completely ignored, "I know you still have reservations!"
Son Goku lowered his gaze and looked calmly down at Vegeta, who was standing in the rubble with arrogance still surging around him.
He didn't answer immediately. He was silent for two or three breaths before speaking in a calm voice that didn't match his age at all, "Vegeta, can you become Super Saiyan now?"
Vegeta's lips suddenly pursed.
He stood in the rubble, his shoulders stiffened for a moment, and then he pursed his lips even tighter, his eyes flickering, as if he had hit an invisible wall on those two words.
The anger that was still surging just now was stuck in his throat, and even his arrogance dimmed briefly.
"You... what do you mean?" Vegeta held it in for a while before uttering these words. His voice was lower than before, and there was obvious weakness underneath the arrogance that he held on to.
"It seems you won't become Super Saiyan." Son Goku slowly shook his head, as if he finally confirmed an answer he had guessed a long time ago.
His tone was not serious, it was even lighter than before, but the lightness that fell on Vegeta's ears was heavier than any heavy hammer.
"Then there is no point in continuing to fight."
"You... do you mean that you can already transform into Super Saiyan?" Vegeta's pupils shrank suddenly, his voice changed tone, and the disbelief surged out of his throat, almost breaking the last bit of his dignity.
"Yes." Son Goku nodded.
"This... this is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Vegeta involuntarily took half a step back, and the sole of his boot crushed a small stone, making a crisp clicking sound.
He stared, his eyes fixed on Son Goku's young face. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his lower lip was bitten with a shallow white mark.
A newly born low-level warrior with only two Combat Power can become Super Saiyan after leaving his home star for less than a year and returning for three days?
He tried his best and couldn't touch the thing on the threshold, but this guy just changed at his will?
Broly also stopped smiling and squatted on the huge rock to look down. His eyes stopped on Son Goku for a moment, as if waiting for a verification.
"Crack!"
Son Goku's arrogance suddenly changed color in the next moment.
Golden light spurted out from his body, which was several levels brighter than when he fought Vegeta before, reflecting a warm golden halo on the surrounding gravel.
His black hair started to billow up from the roots, stood upright, and instantly turned into a solid golden mass.
The tips of her eyebrows were dyed with golden light, and even the light deep in her pupils was coated with a thin layer of gold.
A completely different momentum spread from him, and the huge rock under his feet trembled slightly from the pressure.
Vegeta's pupils shrank, and the entire figure was nailed in place.
The golden flame hit his field of vision and made his eyelids tighten. He had seen Broly look like this, and had seen the same posture in front of Reiz countless times.
Those images have always been engraved in his mind, like a goal that he tries his best to reach but always falls short of.
But at this moment, a low-class warrior who was born later than him and several classes below him completed the threshold that he had not yet crossed in front of him.
He stood there, his whole body froze, as if something had taken away all the support from the inside. His back molars gritted loudly, but no amount of strength could suppress the sourness and humiliation surging in his chest.
"Why is this happening?" Vegeta murmured to himself, his voice as low as asking about the gravel beneath his feet.
At that moment, he felt that all his pride and hard work were illuminated by this golden light and had nothing to hide.
"It's nothing, Vegeta. This kind of transformation is actually not difficult for you. As long as you master the skills, you should be able to easily transform into Super Saiyan." Son Goku restrained some of his arrogance and his voice fell smoothly.
"I don't need you to teach me!" Vegeta raised his head suddenly, and the suppressed unwillingness in his eyes exploded again at this moment.
He kicked his feet and rushed towards Son Goku with all his last strength.
The golden arrogance rekindled around him, but that anger burned into his fists before any other arrogance.
Son Goku Raise your hand and put your fingers together.
The edge of the palm drew a straight trajectory in the air and landed accurately on the back of Vegeta's neck.
"Crack."
Vegeta His head tilted, his eyelids closed heavily, his body leaned forward, and he fell face down into the rubble.
The moment he fell, the flames of arrogance were extinguished like a broken wind flag, leaving only a few wisps of smoke curling up from the cracks in the gravel.
Broly squatted on the huge rock, his eyes moved from the fallen Vegeta to Son Goku, and then back again after a moment.
He looked at Son Goku again, his eyes a little more serious than before, with a hint of scrutiny and interest.
"Don't worry, Vegeta is fine, he just fainted." Son Goku smiled at Broly and took back that layer of Super Saiyan's arrogance from his body.
The golden light faded from his hair, and the broken hair hung down, returning to its original black color.
He flicked his wrist and added.
"In the next few days, I will practice hard and then challenge you!"
Broly nodded and said nothing more, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that was not there before.
"I'm leaving first. Goodbye." Son Goku waved to him.
"Whoosh!"
Son Goku's fingertips touched the center of his eyebrows again, and with a slight sway of his body, his entire body disappeared completely from the giant rock.
When he regained his footing, the feeling under his feet had been replaced by the polished stone floor in his living room.
"Kakarot, what have you done?" Gine's voice came from the top of her head, with a slight upward pitch. It could be heard that she had not completely let go of her worries just now.
She squatted down and touched Son Goku's shoulders and arms with her hands, as if to confirm whether there was any piece of flesh on his body.