Speak or Not!

Burter was momentarily stunned.

What was he supposed to say or not say?

What did you want him to say?

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

Broly took the opportunity to land several more heavy slaps on Burter, the sound ringing out sharply.

Burter was dazed once again, his head swaying from side to side as stars danced before his eyes.

"Are you going to talk or not!" Broly shouted again, his eyes wide and glaring.

Burter felt even more bewildered.

What did you want him to say?

Wait a minute... wasn't that the question he was supposed to be asking Reiz?

He only wanted to know how he had killed Cui and Dodoria!

How had the tables turned, with him being the one asked?

He didn't know anything!

Hmm?

It seemed he did know how Reiz had wiped out Cui and Dodoria.

It must have been the work of this Saiyan brat.

If he couldn't even beat this kid, how could Cui and Dodoria have stood a chance?

How could those two possibly be a match for this little monkey?

"Are you going to talk or not!" Broly landed several more punches on Burter, slamming them into his face and body.

Burter's face was a mask of utter despair, bruised, swollen, and dripping with blood.

"If you don't talk, I'll beat you until you do!" Broly roared, unleashing another flurry of blows, every punch landing with visceral impact.

"What do you want me to say?" Burter finally couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly asked, his voice laced with a sob.

"What to say?" Broly paused for a moment, his movements coming to a halt as he looked back at Reiz, his eyes filled with confusion.

"If he doesn't even know what to say, he's useless," Reiz called out to Broly, his tone indifferent.

"Uh!" Broly nodded thoughtfully, agreeing that Reiz was absolutely right.

"Whoosh!"

With a flick of his hand, Broly tossed Burter high into the air.

Burter's body tumbled through the sky, rising higher and higher.

Then, Broly unhurriedly opened his mouth, energy gathering within.

A golden light coalesced in his throat, growing brighter by the second.

"No! I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll talk!" Endless despair welled up in Burter's eyes as he screamed at the top of his lungs, his limbs flailing wildly in the air.

However, it was already too late.

"Whoosh!"

Broly's energy blast erupted, a thick beam of golden light shooting into the sky and instantly engulfing Burter.

"Ah—"

Burter let out a shrill, piercing scream that was cut abruptly short.

His body was torn apart, disintegrated, and vaporized within the golden light, ultimately blasted into nothingness—he was dead beyond any hope of recovery.

Only a few specks of ash drifted down from the sky, carried away by the wind.

"Heh heh." Broly clapped his hands and grinned happily, his face beaming with satisfaction.

Not far away, Monaito was frozen in shock at the sight.

His mouth hung wide open, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, and his cane nearly slipped from his hand.

Was this Saiyan child really that strong?

That guy just now... he was a member of the Ginyu Force, wasn't he?

This kid had actually wiped out a member of the Ginyu Force!

Wait a minute... weren't the Saiyans Frieza's subordinates?

Had they started a rebellion against Frieza?

Monaito quickly thought of Bardock.

A few months ago, it was precisely because of that Saiyan, Bardock, that Monaito had managed to survive.

Perhaps these Saiyans were good people too!

Still, these two Saiyans, a boy and a girl, were wearing the Dragon Balls around their necks like souvenirs... did they intend to take them away?

He looked at the Two-Star Dragon Ball around Reiz's neck, then at the One-Star Dragon Ball around Linoshi's neck, a complex mix of emotions swirling in his heart.

"Well done, Broly." Reiz gave Broly a thumbs-up, a look of approval on his face.

"Hehe!" Broly grinned foolishly, feeling quite satisfied.

He picked up the mineral water bottle he had tossed aside earlier, took another sip, and felt wonderful.

"Let's go, let's check on Vegeta; the situation on his end doesn't look too optimistic," Reiz sighed, casting his gaze toward the distance.

"Oh?" Broly scratched his head, not quite understanding what "not too optimistic" meant.

Reiz didn't waste any more words; he took Linoshi's hand and flew toward the direction where Vegeta was located.

Broly hurried to catch up, drinking his water as he flew, looking perfectly at ease.

At Vegeta's location.

On the wasteland, Vegeta's small figure stood alone, facing the four of them: Ginyu, Jeice, Recoome, and Guldo.

The atmosphere was heavy, tense, and ready to snap.

"Little Prince Vegeta, you and Reiz certainly have a lot of nerve!" Ginyu snorted coldly, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at Vegeta from his superior height. "Dodoria and Cui have lost contact. Was it the two of you who wiped them out?"

"Hmph!" Vegeta had no intention of answering that question; he crossed his arms and tilted his chin upward.

"Where is Reiz? Where is he hiding?" Ginyu asked again, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

"Do you really think I'd tell you?" Vegeta huffed, his small face etched with stubbornness.

"Then tell me, who was that brat from earlier? I recall there being no such person in your squad," Ginyu asked with a smile, though his eyes were as cold as blades.

"Enough talk, Ginyu! Let's have a real fight!" Vegeta was never going to answer these questions; he simply snorted, his face filled with boundless fighting spirit.

He assumed his stance, his energy surging as a golden aura rose around his body.

Ginyu watched the little Prince, only five years old yet brimming with such high spirits, and the corners of his mouth curled into an amused smile.

"Which one of you is going to give him a good thrashing?" Ginyu asked with interest, arms crossed as his gaze swept over his three subordinates.

"Let me do it!" Recoome volunteered, stepping forward, his thick, sturdy frame casting a shadow over the ground.

"Recoome, you jerk, I haven't agreed to that yet!" Jeice snorted, sounding annoyed.

"How about I give you that chocolate I had earlier?" Recoome said, pulling a piece of chocolate from his pocket and holding it out to Jeice.

The chocolate was wrapped in a crumpled piece of paper, its edges slightly melted, clearly having been in his pocket for quite some time.

Jeice: "..."

"Is it clean?" Jeice's face darkened as he curled his lip, looking at the chocolate with disdain.

"It's wrapped in paper, isn't it? Why are you so picky?" Recoome glared at Jeice and laughed.

Jeice thought about it and decided that made sense, so he took the chocolate.

However, Jeice still wasn't entirely convinced, so he held it up to his nose to sniff it.

The moment he did, Jeice felt his eyes sting; a pungent, intense stench of sweat mixed with the cloying sweetness of chocolate hit his brain, nearly knocking him out.

He jerked his head away, his entire face contorting.

"Recoome! You bastard, are you trying to launch a psychic attack?" Jeice trembled with rage, pointing a finger at Recoome's nose.

"Hahaha!" Recoome roared with laughter, doubling over, clearly very satisfied with the effect he had caused.

"Um... Jeice, if you're not going to eat it, I will. I don't mind!" Guldo scratched his head sheepishly, smiling as he stared intently at the chocolate.