"That little girl?"
Broly frowned and shifted his gaze to Kale.
Kale was glowing green all over, her eyes a blank white, looking as if she had lost all reason.
However, her state was somewhat different from Broly's. Broly's eyes were now grass-green whenever he transformed.
Moreover, Broly no longer lost his reason, so there was a clear difference between the two of them.
"She's a little different from me."
Broly smiled.
"What do you mean?"
Vegeta and Trunks were both taken aback.
"Nothing. By the way, you ran over here... don't tell me you're scared of that little girl." Broly did not explain.
It would have been difficult to explain anyway.
Broly could only sense that Kale shared the same bloodline as him, yet seemed fundamentally different. It was a feeling that could not be put into words.
"Me, afraid of her?" Vegeta sounded tough, but his eyes kept darting away.
"Haha, Uncle Vegeta is always so competitive!" Trunks covered his mouth and snickered.
"If you're not afraid, why did you come over here?"
As Broly spoke, he did not forget to raise his huge foot and stomp hard on Frost on the ground. Frost let out a muffled groan and spat out several more mouthfuls of blood.
"Didn't you see they were sparring with their own teammate? Proud Saiyans wouldn't stoop to interfering in someone else's battle."
"Hahaha!"
Broly shook his head and laughed helplessly.
This guy was still as full of himself as ever.
"What the hell are you laughing at? So, are you planning to kill this guy?" Vegeta narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the mangled Frost.
"Him? Let him off for now. Once the tournament is over, I'm going to kill him." A sharp glint flashed through Broly's eyes.
"You really can't