Broly

The sky outside Kami's Lookout was crystal clear, with wisps of white cloud drifting lazily by, peaceful as a paradise. Tang Yangbing stood at the entrance, taking a deep breath of fresh air and savoring the scent of grass and trees carried by the breeze, though his mind remained fixed on his upcoming plans. He set off toward Korin Tower, the stone steps beneath his feet slightly weathered by years of wind and rain, yet still as sturdy as ever.

"Wow, so many fish! I love them!" Korin's round body suddenly leaped down from the top of the tower. His furry paws waved excitedly, his eyes gleaming with childlike innocence. His upright ears twitched slightly, as though catching the fishy scent drifting through the air, while a glistening thread of drool hung from the corner of his mouth. Tang Yangbing could not help but chuckle. He took several fresh dried fish from his backpack and handed them over. Korin immediately pounced on them, carefully holding the fish in his paws as he gnawed away, purring contentedly. His tail stood high like a soft flagpole.

"As long as you're willing to expand the Senzu Bean growing area, you'll have even more fish to eat every day from now on." Tang Yangbing crouched down and persuaded him gently. At once, Korin's eyes lit up like two brilliant stars. He tilted his head, seeming to seriously consider the tempting proposal. The air was filled with the distinctive fragrance of the Senzu Bean plants, their lush green leaves swaying softly in the breeze as though responding to the deal.

Tang Yangbing calculated silently. Expanding the growing area would not only increase Senzu Bean production, but also stockpile more resources for future adventures. He recalled his earlier warning to Yajirobe. Upon hearing the threat, "Steal any more and you'll be cut off from food," the burly man had gone pale and repeatedly waved his hands, swearing he would never dare do it again. Thinking of that, Tang Yangbing's lips curled into a confident smile.

After a reluctant farewell with Korin, Tang Yangbing set out on the road back to Kami's Lookout. The fading sunlight fell across his shoulders, stretching his shadow long behind him. Insects occasionally chirped from the roadside grass, joining the distant murmur of a waterfall to form a tranquil, vibrant scene. He hurried through the dense forest, fallen leaves rustling beneath his feet as though seeing him off.

By the time he returned to Kami's Lookout, night had quietly fallen. The interior was brightly lit, and massive stone pillars cast mottled shadows in the candlelight. A faint sandalwood scent lingered in the air. The moment Tang Yangbing entered the main hall, he suddenly slapped his forehead, his face filling with regret. "Damn it, I actually forgot to ask Korin about the Ultra Divine Water!" he muttered, his voice echoing through the empty hall.

Ultra Divine Water—the mysterious liquid said to unlock the human body's potential. Its name was like a seed that swiftly took root and sprouted in his heart. Tang Yangbing recalled Korin's description of it: a crystalline liquid held in an ancient clay jar, emitting a faint blue glow as though it contained the secrets of the universe. He imagined his strength skyrocketing after drinking it, but then shuddered.

"No, that thing is too dangerous." Tang Yangbing shook his head and walked to the window, gazing into the night sky. Countless stars glittered like diamonds scattered across black velvet, gradually calming his restless heart. He remembered Korin's warning that the Ultra Divine Water's power was exceedingly tyrannical, no different from deadly poison to ordinary people. Countless adventurers had paid a terrible price for coveting its power, and some had even died because of it. Tang Yangbing clenched his fists and drew a deep breath before finally making his decision. "Forget it. It's safer to improve my strength step by step."

He turned toward the training room, determined to turn today's gains into real action. Moonlight streamed through the high windows and coated his figure in a silver edge.

Mo stood on the terrace of Kami's Lookout, his gaze piercing through the swirling clouds as he stared into the distance. The setting sun dyed the sky orange-red, and the evening breeze brushed his hair, bringing a faint chill. Scenes of Son Goku battling Viral Heart Disease in the anime replayed endlessly in his mind—a harrowing trial between life and death. Son Goku had struggled at death's door, barely enduring through the tenacious vitality of his Saiyan bloodline, yet every faint rise and fall of his heartbeat was like an alarm bell pounding against Tang Yangbing's heart.

Tang Yangbing frowned slightly, his thoughts surging like a tide. He repeatedly considered Son Goku's experience. That legendary bottle of Ultra Divine Water might have quietly eroded his body even as it unlocked his potential; and his frequent later use of the Saiyan Limit Kaio-ken had subjected his heart to an unimaginable burden. These factors intertwined like an invisible carving knife, etching tiny cracks into Son Goku's powerful cardiac muscle. Tang Yangbing could even imagine it: every burst of Kaio-ken was like a raging storm battering that heart which should have been indestructible. Over time, wear and tear would inevitably follow.

He sighed softly, a trace of concern flashing through his eyes. Saiyans were famed throughout the universe as a warrior race. Their bodies should have been perfect fighting machines—especially their hearts, the power cores that drove their endless battle lust. How could they be so fragile? Tang Yangbing recalled the many legends of Saiyans. They fought across the stars, their bodies capable of withstanding laser bombardments, while their immune systems were powerful beyond belief. Once foreign germs invaded their bodies, they would immediately be devoured and broken down by surging immune cells, leaving not even a trace behind.

Yet Son Goku had fallen to Viral Heart Disease. Tang Yangbing could not help thinking that perhaps the double ravages of the Ultra Divine Water and Kaio-ken had created some unknown weak point in Son Goku's body. Like a solid fortress that seemed flawless on the outside, while inside, years of neglect had quietly opened a crack. The virus had seized the opportunity, like a cunning assassin striking precisely at that weakness.

At that thought, an inexplicable sense of urgency rose in Tang Yangbing's heart. Though it was all merely speculation, he knew that hidden bodily dangers often stemmed from subtle accumulation. He silently warned himself that no matter what happened in the future, he had to be more careful. He absolutely could not allow a similar tragedy to repeat itself on him.

Just then, a faint vibration came from his chest. Tang Yangbing came back to his senses and pulled out the System Badge that had accompanied him for years. A faint glow flowed across its surface, as though a sleeping beast had finally awakened. He touched the badge lightly, and a cold electronic voice rang in his mind:

"Ding—System upgrade complete. A new check-in mission is now issued: Find the legendary Saiyan, 'Broly,' pin him to the ground and rub him into it for one minute, then complete the check-in. Time limit: 10 days. If the mission fails, the system will enter dormancy for ten years."

Tang Yangbing's mouth twitched. For a moment, he did not know whether to laugh or cry. He raised his head toward the darkening sky, where starlight had begun to twinkle as though mocking this absurd mission. A system upgrade should have brought stronger functions, yet it had issued such an unreliable command. Broly—that legendary berserk warrior whose strength was unfathomable. Even Son Goku had suffered badly at his hands. And now the system wanted him to "pin him to the ground and rub him into it"?

"Why does the upgraded system feel even less reliable than before?" Tang Yangbing murmured, his tone carrying helplessness and self-mockery. He clenched the badge, feeling the faint energy fluctuations within it, while his mind had already begun racing through how to find Broly and complete this seemingly impossible mission in just ten days.

Night quietly descended, and the lights of Kami's Lookout flickered in the darkness, reflecting Tang Yangbing's resolute eyes. The road ahead was filled with uncertainty and challenges, but he knew he had no way back.

Mo stood atop a barren sand dune, the scorching sun mercilessly baking the earth while grains of sand scraped faintly beneath his feet. He frowned slightly, an indescribable sense of absurdity rising in his heart. The check-in mission required him to pin Broly to the ground and rub him into it before it could be completed. It was utterly unbelievable, as though fate were playing a malicious joke on him. He took a deep breath. The air was filled with the dry smell of dust, while the distant horizon warped in the heat haze.

"To find Broly, I can only wait for Paragus by Vegeta's side. Otherwise, I'll have to borrow the Dragon's power." Tang Yangbing spoke quietly, his voice exceptionally clear in the empty wilderness. He looked up at the sky, where a few sparse white clouds drifted across the blue expanse as though mocking his predicament. The location of New Vegeta Planet was a mystery, hidden somewhere in the universe and leaving him with nowhere to begin. After considering it carefully, Tang Yangbing decided on a two-pronged strategy: he would go to Bulma's home and keep watch on Vegeta, waiting for Paragus to appear; meanwhile, he would borrow the Dragon Radar and summon the Earth Dragon to locate Broly.

With a thought, Tang Yangbing used Instant Transmission. The scenery around him blurred at once, as though twisted by an invisible hand. The next second, he appeared in the spacious courtyard of Bulma's home. Several towering trees cast dappled shadows across the lush garden, and the breeze brought a faint floral fragrance. Bulma's house was grand and modern, its white outer walls gleaming under the sunlight while its glass windows reflected dazzling light.

Vegeta stood in the middle of the courtyard, dressed in his familiar battle suit. His muscles were taut, and powerful energy radiated from his entire body. Sensing someone suddenly appear beside him, he spun around, surprise flashing through his eyes. When he recognized Tang Yangbing—the man who had defeated Frieza and his subordinates a year ago—the surprise on his face quickly turned to wild delight. A confident smile spread across his lips, and blazing battle intent burned in his eyes.

"Tang Yangbing? What are you here for?" Vegeta's voice carried a hint of provocation as he stepped forward, making the grass beneath his feet sink slightly. Sunlight shone on his golden hair, making it gleam brilliantly. Clearly, he had successfully broken through to the Super Saiyan realm.

"Haha, I've become a Super Saiyan! I challenge you! I'll prove that I'm the strongest warrior in the universe!" Vegeta puffed out his chest proudly, his voice loud and full of confidence. His fists clenched, and the air around him seemed to tremble beneath his aura as blades of grass swayed lightly at his feet.

Tang Yangbing gave Vegeta a blank look, a hint of disdain in his gaze. He shook his head lightly and said coldly, "I didn't come for you. I'm not interested in this little bit of strength you have." In his eyes, Vegeta had only just crossed the threshold into Super Saiyan and already dared to challenge him so arrogantly. He was simply overestimating himself. Tang Yangbing felt no ripple in his heart, as though he were looking at an ignorant child. His gaze passed over Vegeta and turned toward the distant sky, his thoughts already focused on a more important target.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled across Bulma's courtyard like molten gold. Vegeta stood in the center of the yard, golden energy blazing fiercely around him and distorting the surrounding air into rippling waves. His trademark black hair had become brilliant gold, every strand seeming coated in sunlight as it fluttered gently in the breeze.

"Looks like this Saiyan prince is showing off again." Tang Yangbing stood not far away with his arms crossed, a faint smile on his lips. He could sense the powerful aura radiating from Vegeta, but to him, that strength was nothing more than a firefly before the moon.

The air was thick with tension, and the flowers and grass in the courtyard swayed violently under the waves of energy radiating from the two men. In the distance, several birds fled in panic, as though they sensed the coming storm.

Vegeta's golden aura burned even more fiercely. He raised his chin arrogantly, his eyes gleaming with supreme confidence. "You dare look down on me? Damn it!" His voice trembled slightly with rage, and veins bulged across his tightly clenched fists.

Tang Yangbing shook his head lightly, his short black hair completely unmoving amid the gusting energy. "You need to have the ability to make me respect you first," he said in a frighteningly calm tone. "You've only just broken through to Super Saiyan, so what the hell are you showing off for?"

At that tense moment, Bulma hurried out of the house. She wore a light-blue set of loungewear, and a trace of sleepiness remained on her face. Clearly, the noise outside had woken her. "Vegeta... don't fight!" Her voice was filled with obvious worry, and her hands unconsciously twisted together.

Vegeta did not even turn to look at her. All of his attention was focused on Tang Yangbing. His golden aura formed a dazzling halo around him, and the grass under his feet began to turn yellow from the heat.

"Then come on. I'll teach you a lesson and let you know that I'm the Saiyan genius!" Vegeta laughed in fury, his lips twisting into a savage curve. His battle suit snapped in the energy gusts, and the fluctuations radiating from him made the air buzz.

Tang Yangbing remained as calm and unbothered as ever. Only the occasional sharp glint in his eyes suggested that he was not as unconcerned as he appeared. "Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Seems like Son Goku broke through to Super Saiyan long ago. You only just did it—what gives you the right to call yourself a Saiyan genius?"

Those words were like a sword stabbing directly into Vegeta's most sensitive sore spot. The muscles on his face twitched violently, and the fury in his eyes nearly burst forth. "Y-you bastard... you're even more annoying than that Kakarot." His voice squeezed through clenched teeth, filled with suppressed rage.

The sun gradually sank beneath the horizon, and the last rays of light stretched the two men's shadows long. The atmosphere in the courtyard was so heavy it seemed ready to solidify. Even the fish in the distant pond stopped swimming, as though waiting for the inevitable clash.

Bulma stood at the doorway with her hands tightly clasped before her chest, her eyes filled with worry. She knew this confrontation was probably unavoidable.

Vegeta's figure suddenly shot forward like lightning, leaving only a blurred afterimage in the air. Every step he took carried enough force to tear the earth apart. Broken stones sprayed behind him, and dust churned into a golden haze beneath the sunlight. In the blink of an eye, he had closed in on Tang Yangbing. Battle intent blazed in those once cold and ruthless eyes, though there was also a faint trace of restraint.

His fist carried a fierce gale as it tore through the air with a piercing howl. The force of that punch was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, yet Vegeta subtly held back at the moment he struck. Two years of living on Earth had gradually changed his instincts. The Saiyan prince who had once regarded human lives as worthless still attacked fiercely, but his moves were no longer lethal strikes meant to kill.

Tang Yangbing's clothes snapped in the force of the punch, his black hair lifted by the energy surge before falling back down. He keenly noticed that Vegeta had held back, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. His gaze swept over Bulma, who had just stepped out of the house. She was nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, her azure eyes filled with concern. Looking back at Vegeta, Tang Yangbing sneered inwardly. It seemed this proud Saiyan had ultimately had the ice in his heart melted by Earth's warmth.

"Bastard! Get serious!" Vegeta's roar made the surrounding trees shudder. Seeing Tang Yangbing maintain that calm, unbothered expression, veins bulged at Vegeta's temples. The aura around him surged by another degree, golden light flowing endlessly beneath the blazing sun. The humiliation of being looked down upon nearly made him lose control, yet at the brink of exploding, he forcibly suppressed his killing intent.