Under Eliza's strict instruction, Broly and Paragus ate properly and orderly, with none of the savage feasting one might have expected.
Although Eliza and Son Gohan did not demand especially refined or restrained table manners, they could not let them eat too disgracefully either.
Before long, Broly patted his bloated belly, leaned against the nearby wall, and fell into a deep sleep.
Paragus, meanwhile, gazed through the window at the starry expanse of space. His expression was calm as water, but his lone eye occasionally narrowed, flickering with thoughts as though he were pondering something.
Son Gohan sat cross-legged on the floor with his eyes shut. He was not meditating, but considering the road ahead.
It had only been a little over a year since the Majin Buu arc seven years in the future, leaving nearly six years remaining.
He had already found a sparring opponent. As long as Broly could use meditation to control his power as much as possible, there would be no need to worry about finding opponents.
What remained was finding a place where they could fight without holding back. Earth was certainly out of the question, while searching through outer space's vast sea of stars was like looking for a needle in a haystack—completely unrealistic.
Broly could not survive on those barren planets without air. As for having Shenron grant Broly the ability to survive without oxygen, Son Gohan would never voluntarily discard this trump card that could keep Broly in check.
But planets with oxygen were far too difficult to find. Even with the Musli Empire's star maps, planets with oxygen and relatively favorable environments were generally colonized. It would not be good to recklessly destroy one through battle.
Wait... perhaps I can do this.
A spark of inspiration struck Son Gohan. He immediately