Broly

"By the way, why are we going out of our way to collect the Dragon Balls?" Son Goten rolled his eyes at the Five-Star Dragon Ball in his hand and asked Trunks.

Trunks excitedly took the Dragon Ball from Son Goten and put it in his backpack, which was already bulging with five identical Dragon Balls.

"Don't you think this is fun? You want to see what Shenron looks like too, right?" Trunks offered a reason Son Goten couldn't refuse. Clearly, Son Goten was curious about how big Shenron really was.

"There's only one left. Let's go, Goten." Trunks pressed a button on the Dragon Ball Radar, found the location of the last Dragon Ball, and took off into the sky. Videl, who had come along out of curiosity, followed behind them.

Son Goten shook his head and followed the two. This all felt strangely familiar. Was it from one of the movies? Dragon Fist Explosion? No, that movie was supposed to happen after the Majin Buu saga, when Son Goku had already been revived... Holy crap, it was Broly!

Son Goten's frown suddenly turned to terror. Damn it, wasn't this The Dangerous Duo! Super Warriors Never Rest? Seriously, there was no escaping it. Scratching his head, Son Goten could only accept the truth. But in the original story, Broly went berserk after Son Goten's crying reminded him of Son Goku. It'd be fine as long as he didn't cry.

Reassuring himself, Son Goten followed Trunks and Videl to the place where the last Dragon Ball was.

"Hey, is this all it takes to summon Shenron?" Videl asked, eyeing Trunks's shoulder bag dubiously.

"I'm sure of it. That's what my mom told me." Trunks confidently patted his chest, then turned to Son Goten with an excited look. "Goten, what would you wish for?"

"Me?" Son Goten scratched his head, confused. He really didn't know what to wish for. The original Son Goten would probably have asked for toys, but now he had the mind of an adult and had no idea what to pick.

"If it were me, I'd wish for a castle made of cake!" Trunks declared, looking dreamy, as if he could already see the cake castle.

Son Goten's mouth twitched. You could probably get one from Big Mom.

"Anyway, let's get the Dragon Ball first," Son Goten said, gesturing at the ball still sitting in the bird's nest.

"Right!"

Videl and Trunks rushed toward the nest holding the Dragon Ball. Son Goten's lips curled into a faint smile as he charged after it too.

After a chaotic scramble, the Dragon Ball, which had almost reached Trunks's hands, bounced away when Videl and Trunks crashed into each other.

"Hey, why'd you suddenly run out like that?"

"You were in my way!"

Son Goten covered his forehead in exasperation as Trunks and Videl continued blaming each other. So this was what people meant by having a useless teammate.

Suddenly, a low voice sounded behind Son Goten, making his pupils contract. His head turned toward the sound, slowly and mechanically.

He saw a young man with golden, spiky hair, yellow eyebrows, and pale green eyes. His muscular body was bare, and he was quite handsome.

Holy crap, why was Broly here? I hadn't even cried! I hadn't said a word, so why had he shown up? Son Goten's eyes widened in terror, his body trembling under the pressure of Broly's power. It was a pressure that came from their bloodline.

"Hey, who's that?" The two who had been arguing could also sense Broly's completely unrestrained ki. Trunks asked, "Goten, do you know him?"

"Kakarot!" A menacing grin spread across Broly's handsome face. With a roar, he suddenly lunged forward and punched the terrified Son Goten away.

It hurt. That was all Son Goten could think. It felt like an ordinary person had just been struck and sent flying by a speeding iron train. With a splash, he was knocked into the sea.

"Goten!" Trunks watched Son Goten crash into the sea, his face grim. Furious, he turned toward Broly, transformed into a Super Saiyan, and charged.

"Goten! Trunks!" Videl clenched her fists and fired Ki Blasts at Broly. But with Videl's level of strength, the blasts were nothing more than a tickle to him.

"Damn it!" Son Goten shot out of the sea, golden energy blazing around him. He joined the fight, facing Broly alongside Trunks.

Boom.

Boom.

Bang.

In midair, Trunks and Son Goten attacked Broly. The fierce battle left all three of them looking battered.

Broly seized the chance to knock them apart. "Kakarot!" he roared, and his power suddenly began to surge. Terrifying energy poured out of him bit by bit, making the whole earth tremble.

"What is that ki? It's Broly!" While training, Son Gohan suddenly sensed Broly's familiar ki. His eyes widened, and there was a trace of fear deep within them. Broly had clearly been the most despair-inducing opponent Son Gohan had faced in his life. He, Son Goku, Vegeta, Future Trunks, and Piccolo had all been helpless against Broly. If they hadn't given all their energy to Son Goku in the end, the grass on their graves would probably be ten meters tall by now.

"Damn it!" Son Gohan cursed under his breath, gathered his ki, and used the Flight Technique to race toward the battlefield as fast as he could. He'd thought Broly had been killed by his father seven years ago. Who would've guessed he was still alive—and had come to Earth?

"Goten, Trunks, Videl, please be okay!" Son Gohan gritted his teeth and prayed.