Broly, You'll Play Vegeta to Death at This Rate!

The meat varieties on Planet Vegeta seem to be quite ordinary, and with the lack of spices to enhance the flavor, it's not really good for anything other than filling the stomach.

However, Broly, who eats insect eggs year-round, is very happy with the meal. Every bite is like savoring some kind of delicacy, and the expression on his face is one of pure bliss, as if he has ascended to Heaven.

Moreover, this was the first time Broly had ever eaten something so delicious.

Broly devoured the large sausage in no time, licking even the grease off his fingers and between his toes.

After finishing the sausage, Broly let out a loud burp, patted his stomach, and showed a satisfied expression, with a trace of oil still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

"Are you full? Can we begin?" Kahseral snorted coldly and asked indifferently, arms crossed, toes lightly tapping the ground, his eyes showing a hint of impatience.

"I'm full!" Broly nodded, swallowed the last bite of sausage, licked his lips, and his eyes became focused.

"Come on, kid! I'm going to repay you a hundredfold for the humiliation you just suffered!" Kahseral said through gritted teeth, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and red flames rose around him once more, causing the ground beneath his feet to tremble slightly.

Broly stopped wasting words, pushed off with his feet, and rushed towards the direction of Kahseral. Golden flames exploded behind him, and his speed left a golden afterimage in the air.

At the same time, Broly stretched out his small hand, fingers spread, and grabbed directly at Kahseral's head. His target was clear, and his action was simple and brutal.

"Naive! The same trick again! You dare to use it a second time in front of me!" Kahseral was furious, a flash of anger in his eyes. He lowered his body slightly and delivered an elbow strike directly to Broly's chest, the tip of his elbow hitting Broly's sternum with a dull thud.

Broly's body trembled slightly, his chest arched back a little, and he paused for a moment. Then, as if nothing had happened, he grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, as if the blow had only been a tickle.

"Smack!"

The next moment, Broly's hand was already pressed on Kahseral's head, his five fingers like iron clamps, firmly gripping the top of his head, his knuckles digging into his scalp.

He slammed his fist into the ground with a swift and decisive motion, carrying a brute force.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Kahseral's head made intimate contact with the ground, sending dirt flying and creating a shallow crater in the ground, with cracks spreading outwards from the edge of the crater.

Kahseral felt his head buzzing, countless golden stars flashing before his eyes, waves of dizziness washing over him, and a deafening roar filling his ears. His monocle tilted to one side, the lens covered in dirt.

Broly did the same thing, grabbing one of Kahseral's fingers and yanking his body back and forth and side to side.

Kahseral's massive body was as light as a feather in Broly's hands, being swung around and slammed into the deep blue plants, each landing sending up a spray of dirt and broken leaves.

Kahseral let out a series of pig-like screams, the sound echoing under the green sky of Namek, startling distant birds into flight, circling among the golden clouds.

Dyspo: "..."

Cocotte: "..."

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness.

Dyspo's lips twitched incessantly, his purple face was covered in black lines, and his ears drooped limply.

Cocotte bit her lower lip, her red hair swaying gently in the breeze, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

Kahseral is an idiot, how did he get beaten up by this guy again?

The same trick will work again!

"Enough!" Dyspo roared, his voice booming like thunder across the empty land.

He roared at Broly, veins bulging on his forehead, his purple skin darkening with rage.

Broly ignored him completely, still grabbing Kahseral's fingers and slamming him around in all directions.

His movements were swift and decisive, each strike solid and merciless.

Kahseral's body traced arcs through the air as he was tossed around.

"I've said enough!" Dyspo, his teeth bared, his whole body trembling with anger, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he dared not step forward rashly.

Broly was so engrossed in the game that he was afraid of accidentally injuring Kahseral.

"Bang!"

Broly stomped hard on Kahseral's stomach.

"Puff..."

Kahseral coughed up a mouthful of blood, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out.

His one-eyed glasses were askew, his eyelids were heavy and closed, blood was still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he was slumped on the ground like a lump of mud.

Broly patted Kahseral a few times, pulled out the silver-white Energy Gun, and then ripped off the box from his waist.

That silver-white box containing Vegeta.

He glanced sideways at Dyspo, a hint of smugness in his eyes, and a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

Then he turned and walked away, his steps light and quick, like a child who had just received a new toy.

After returning to Reiz's side, Broly took Vegeta out of the box and examined him closely.

The tiny "Vegeta" lay in his rough palm, pointed at both ends and bulging in the middle, like a peculiar seed.

"Hey, are you alright?" Broly flicked Vegeta with his finger.

Vegeta's body remained completely still, except for his eyeballs, which were moving around.

Those eyes seemed unusually large for such a small body, darting left and right as if searching for a way out, or perhaps expressing some complex emotion.

"Huh? Its eyes can move!" Broly immediately became interested, his eyes lit up, and his mouth widened into a grin.

He held up one finger and pointed to Vegeta's left side.

Vegeta's eyes turned to the left, his pupils following Broly's finger like an obedient little pet.

Broly then placed his finger on Vegeta's right side.

Vegeta's eyes turned to the right again, mechanically following Broly's finger.

Broly grinned, like a child who had just pulled off a prank.

He extended his index finger and began to circle it around Vegeta's forehead, once, twice, three times—the speed increasing.

Ten seconds later.

Vegeta saw countless spiraling black lines before his eyes, and white foam appeared in his mouth.

His eyes stopped moving, staring straight up, his pupils unfocused, as if he were dizzy.

Reiz: "..."

Reiz looked at Vegeta in Broly's hand, his lips twitched, and his face was full of helplessness.

Linoshi put her hand to her forehead, trying not to laugh, but her shoulders trembled slightly, and her fingers unconsciously covered her mouth.

"Stop playing around, Broly! You'll kill Vegeta if you keep doing that!" Reiz quickly scolded in a low voice.