Are You Going to Talk or Not?!

Burter was confused for a moment.

Talk about what?

What did you want him to say?

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

Broly took the opportunity to slap Burter across the face a few more times, each blow ringing out.

Burter was knocked silly again. His head rocked from side to side, and stars danced before his eyes.

"Are you going to talk or not?!" Broly shouted again, glaring at him.

Burter was even more bewildered.

What did you want him to say?

Wait... wasn't I supposed to be asking Reiz that?

I only wanted to know how he killed Cui and Dodoria!

Why are you turning the question around on me?

I don't know anything!

Huh?

I think I know how Reiz killed Cui and Dodoria.

It must have been this little Saiyan brat.

I can't even beat him, let alone Cui and Dodoria.

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

"Are you going to talk or not?!" Broly punched Burter several more times, pummeling his face and body.

Burter's face was filled with utter despair. It was bruised and swollen, and covered in blood.

"If you don't talk, I'll keep beating you until you do!" Broly shouted, then started pummeling Burter again, every punch landing solidly.

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

"What do I want you to say?" Broly was taken aback. He stopped, turned to look at Reiz, and stared at him in confusion.

"If he doesn't even know what to say, there's no point keeping him around," Reiz told Broly calmly.

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

"Whoosh!"

Broly flung Burter straight into the sky.

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

Then Broly calmly opened his mouth and began gathering energy inside it.

Golden light gathered in his mouth, growing brighter and brighter.

"No! I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll talk!" Utter despair filled Burter's eyes. He desperately screamed at the top of his lungs, limbs flailing wildly in the air.

But it was already too late.

"Whoosh!"

A blast of energy shot from Broly's mouth. A thick golden beam surged into the sky, instantly engulfing Burter.

"Argh—"

Burter let out a shrill scream, then fell silent.

His body was torn apart, disintegrated, and vaporized in the golden light, until the blast reduced him to scraps. He was well and truly dead.

A little ash drifted down from the sky and scattered on the wind.

"Heh heh." Broly clapped his hands and grinned happily, looking thoroughly satisfied.

Monaito, watching from not far away, was instantly stunned with fright.

His mouth hung wide open, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. The staff in his hand almost slipped to the ground.

Was this little Saiyan kid really that powerful?

Wasn't that guy a member of the Ginyu Force?

This kid had actually killed a member of the Ginyu Force!

Wait... weren't the Saiyans Frieza's underlings?

Were they rebelling against Frieza now?

Monaito soon thought of Bardock again.

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

Perhaps these Saiyans were good people too!

But these two Saiyans, a man and a woman, had tied the Dragon Balls around their necks like souvenirs... Were they planning 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, and felt conflicted.

"Nice work, Broly." Reiz gave Broly a thumbs-up, smiling in approval.

"Heh heh!" Broly grinned foolishly, feeling great.

He picked up the bottle of mineral water he had tossed aside and took another swig, savoring it.

"Let's go check on Vegeta. Things don't look too good for him," Reiz said with a sigh, gazing into the distance.

"Oh?" Broly scratched his head, not quite understanding what "don't look too good" meant.

Reiz said no more. He took Linoshi's hand and flew toward Vegeta.

Broly hurried after them, drinking water as he flew, completely at ease.

Where Vegeta was.

On the wasteland, the little figure of Vegeta stood alone, facing Ginyu, Jeice, Recoome, and Guldo.

The atmosphere was tense, with a fight about to break out.

"Little Prince Vegeta, you and Reiz have quite some nerve!" Ginyu snorted, arms crossed as he looked down at Vegeta. "Dodoria and Cui have gone missing. Did you two kill them?"

"Hmph!" Vegeta didn't want to answer. He crossed his arms and raised his chin.

"Where's Reiz? Where is he?" Ginyu asked again, scanning the area.

"Do you think I'd tell you?" Vegeta snorted, stubbornness written all over his little face.

"Then tell me, who was that kid just now? I don't remember him being in your group." Ginyu smiled as he asked, but his eyes were cold as a blade.

"Cut the crap, Ginyu! Let's have a proper fight!" Vegeta would never answer those questions. He merely snorted, his face brimming with fighting spirit.

He took up a fighting stance, energy surging around him as golden flames rose from his body.

Ginyu looked at the five-year-old little prince, full of fighting spirit, and the corners of his mouth lifted in an amused smile.

"Which of you wants to teach him a lesson?" Ginyu asked with interest, his arms crossed as his gaze swept over his three subordinates.

"Let me do it!" Recoome volunteered, stepping forward. His burly frame cast a shadow over the ground.

"Recoome, you bastard, I haven't agreed yet!" Jeice snorted, speaking crossly.

"I'll give you the chocolate I got last time. How about it?" 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, and its edges had started to melt. It had clearly been sitting in his pocket for quite some time.

Jeice: "..."

"Is it clean?" Jeice asked, his face darkening as he pursed his lips and eyed the chocolate with distaste.

"It's wrapped in paper, isn't it? You don't have to be so fussy!" Recoome glared at Jeice and said with a grin.

Jeice thought about it and decided that Recoome had a point. He took the chocolate.

Still, Jeice wasn't entirely reassured, so he held it up to his nose and sniffed.

The moment he did, Jeice's eyes watered. A powerful stench of sweat mixed with the cloying sweetness of chocolate and hit him right in the face. He nearly passed out from the smell.

He jerked his head away, his whole face scrunched up.

"Recoome! You bastard! Are you trying to attack me with a stink bomb?" Jeice trembled with rage and pointed at Recoome's nose as he cursed him out.

"Ha ha ha!" Recoome roared with laughter, doubling over with delight at the effect he'd caused.

"Um... Jeice, if you're not going to eat it, I will. I don't mind!" Guldo said with an embarrassed smile, scratching his head as he stared fixedly at the chocolate.