Paragus

Beneath the crimson skies of New Vegeta Planet, fierce winds swept up clouds of dust, making the hard metal floor of the training ground hum. In the distance, several towering energy pylons shimmered with an eerie blue light beneath the afterglow of the setting sun, lending a touch of technology to this desolate battlefield.

Bang!

A deafening boom echoed over the training ground. Vegeta's fist, wreathed in blazing blue aura, slammed into Tang Yangbing's outstretched palm with thunderous force. The instant fist and palm met, a visible ring of energy rippled outward, blasting the surrounding rubble in every direction.

What was shocking was that Tang Yangbing stood perfectly still. Not even a crack appeared on the metal floor beneath his feet. His flowing black hair stirred gently in the lingering energy, and his face remained calm and composed, as though he had merely weathered a light breeze.

"What?"

Vegeta's eyes widened, fine beads of sweat already seeping through his purple battle suit. He stared in disbelief at his own fist, then at Tang Yangbing's completely unscathed palm. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. Impossible! That strike had been enough to smash a small mountain—how could it fail to make the other man take even half a step back?

"Yeah, I knew this would be the result."

Krillin, watching from the edge of the field, shrugged helplessly as his orange gi snapped in the wind. He recalled a similar scene he had witnessed in the gravity training room last year. Back then, Son Goku had also casually taken Vegeta's full-force blow just like this. The memory brought a wry smile to his lips.

Krillin's offhand remark was like pouring oil on the fire, instantly driving Vegeta's rage to its peak. His handsome features twisted with fury, veins bulged at his temples, and the aura around him suddenly surged, scorching the surrounding air until it faintly warped.

Bang bang bang...

A rapid series of impacts rang out like torrential rain pounding against metal. Vegeta became a streak of purple lightning and reappeared before Tang Yangbing. His fists moved so fast they became countless afterimages, every punch shrieking as it tore through the air, carrying destructive energy as they poured down on Tang Yangbing in a raging storm.

Tang Yangbing's figure flickered amid the barrage of fists. His movements appeared slow, yet he always managed to evade or block every heavy strike at precisely the right moment. A few punches occasionally landed on him, but they only threw off a handful of sparks, without causing even the slightest damage to his white gi.

"Boring!" Tang Yangbing shook his head lightly, a trace of disappointment flashing through his eyes. "You need a lot more training!"

Before his words had faded, Tang Yangbing's gaze suddenly sharpened. He casually raised his right hand, his fingers slightly spread, and an invisible force field instantly enveloped the entire training ground. Vegeta's frenzied assault was like a wave crashing against an invisible wall; every afterimage of his fists vanished in an instant.

"It's over!"

Tang Yangbing's voice was soft, yet it carried unquestionable authority. He slowly curled his fingers inward. The surrounding air seemed to freeze with the motion, and even the hum of the distant energy pylons abruptly fell silent.

"Wha—!"

Vegeta's pupils contracted sharply, and his terrified roar tore through the sky. Before he could sort out his thoughts, an overwhelming force slammed brutally into his abdomen. Agonizing pain exploded through him, as though his internal organs had all been shattered. His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, carving a pathetic arc through the air.

His vision spun wildly as sky and earth blurred together before his eyes. He tried to steady himself, only to find the strength draining from his body at a terrifying pace. The last thing he saw was Tang Yangbing's unnervingly calm face. Then darkness surged in like a tide, completely swallowing his consciousness.

"Too... too strong..." Yamcha stood frozen in place, his voice trembling. He had personally witnessed Son Goku's miserable defeat at Tang Yangbing's hands, but seeing Vegeta taken down with a single punch still shook him beyond words. Cold sweat slid down from his temples and dripped onto the cracked ground.

He recalled the despair he had felt when fighting Vegeta—the Saiyan prince who had made him unable to withstand even one move had proved just as helpless before Tang Yangbing. The realization sent chills down his spine, and his gaze toward Tang Yangbing filled with awe.

Tang Yangbing slowly withdrew his fist, his robes fluttering gently in the breeze. He turned toward the dumbfounded Krillin and Yamcha, speaking as casually as if he had only swatted away a fly. "Take him back." With that, he turned and soared into the air, becoming a streak of light that swept over the cracked earth and sped toward West City.

In Bulma's courtyard, the setting sun dyed the droplets from the fountain gold. She was fiddling with her latest detector when she heard the commotion and looked up, only to see Tang Yangbing land lightly by himself.

"Huh? Where's Vegeta?" She curiously craned her neck to look around, then was drawn to the unfamiliar man before her. His tall, straight figure stood out in the twilight, and Bulma could not help smiling. "Hey, handsome, what's your name?"

"Tang Yangbing." He answered simply, his gaze passing over the swaying bluebells in the courtyard. "I'm sort of Son Goku's friend." A breeze swept past, sending several petals spinning around his feet. "I knocked Vegeta out."

That casual answer left Bulma stunned. She looked at Tang Yangbing's unruffled face, then remembered Vegeta's usual arrogant manner, and could not help laughing. The afterglow of the sunset outlined Tang Yangbing in gold and cast a long shadow behind him. The sight etched itself deeply into Bulma's mind.

"Hehe, never thought he'd have a day like this. He's always so high and mighty, strutting around like he doesn't care about anyone." Bulma covered her mouth as she chuckled, her eyes glinting with undisguised schadenfreude, as if she had just witnessed something immensely satisfying. She lightly brushed the hair before her forehead with slender fingers, her tone playful. "But after getting beaten that badly today, he definitely won't be able to swallow it. He's bound to keep pestering you for rematches!"

Bulma clearly did not take the matter too seriously. She merely shrugged, looking relaxed. To her, as long as Tang Yangbing had not actually tried to kill Vegeta, nothing else was a big deal. Sunlight filtered through the window lattice onto her light-blue hair, casting it in a soft glow.

"Let him do as he likes. I don't mind." Tang Yangbing spoke calmly, as though discussing the day's weather. His eyes swept over the surroundings as if searching for something. The courtyard was spacious and quiet, with only a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of distant flowers and grass. After a pause, he continued, "By the way, can you lend me the Dragon Ball Radar? I have something to discuss with Shenron."

Since Paragus had not come here to find Vegeta, Tang Yangbing knew that waiting was not the way to solve the problem. He had always acted decisively and disliked passively waiting for opportunities. At his words, Bulma's eyes lit up slightly, seemingly intrigued by his purpose.

"You want to summon Shenron? Sure, I'll get it for you right away!" She turned toward a storage cabinet nearby and began searching through it briskly. Bulma no longer had the same obsession with summoning Shenron that she once did. She quickly found the compact device and handed it to Tang Yangbing. "Here. I hope you get what you want."

Tang Yangbing accepted the Dragon Ball Radar, his fingertips lightly brushing its cool metal casing. He glanced down at the blinking dots on its screen, then turned and left. In just two hours, guided by the radar, he quickly gathered all seven Dragon Balls scattered across the world. Each one gleamed orange-red beneath the sun, as though it held endless power within.

"Come forth, Shenron!"

Tang Yangbing stood at the center of Kami's Lookout, his voice steady and powerful. Son Goku stood beside him. The ever-curious, energetic warrior had immediately rushed over in excitement the moment he heard Tang Yangbing was going somewhere "interesting," his eyes shining with childlike eagerness.

"Take me with you! It sounds super interesting!" Son Goku grabbed Tang Yangbing's arm and pleaded eagerly. Tang Yangbing looked at him, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He felt that Son Goku and Broly, these fated rivals, were due to meet. So he nodded and agreed to Son Goku's request.

The instant Tang Yangbing's words fell, the entire sky suddenly darkened. Dark clouds rolled together, like an immense black curtain draped across the heavens. Lightning darted through the clouds like silver serpents, while thunder roared hard enough to numb their ears. Then a brilliant golden light burst from the seven Dragon Balls and shot into the sky. Within that dazzling radiance, an enormous green dragon slowly appeared. Its body coiled and twisted through the air, its scales gleaming with mysterious luster beneath the light.

Shenron's eyes were like two burning flames as he looked down at the people below. His arrival shrouded all of Kami's Lookout in a solemn and mysterious atmosphere. Kami and Mr. Popo stood silently nearby, their gazes complicated as they looked toward Tang Yangbing. Kami's brow was slightly furrowed, as though pondering something, while Mr. Popo remained expressionless as always—though a faint, almost imperceptible ripple passed through his eyes.

Tang Yangbing stood before Shenron, his figure especially upright amid the interwoven lightning and golden light. His gaze was firm, as though he had long prepared himself to face anything.

The dragon's massive body hovered in the air, its scales glinting with a metallic sheen beneath the sunlight. Its deep draconic eyes looked down upon Tang Yangbing, and its voice resonated through the air like an ancient echo. "One who summoned me, state your wish. I can grant any wish!"

Tang Yangbing looked up at the legendary creature, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He knew perfectly well that Shenron had always liked to exaggerate, but this request should be no trouble for him. "Son Goku and I want to go to New Vegeta Planet. Can you do that?" Tang Yangbing's tone was calm, though it held a faint trace of expectation.

Shenron released a deep dragon's roar, a pale golden radiance spreading across his body. "No problem. I will send you to New Vegeta Planet now." Before the words had faded, two brilliant red beams burst from Shenron's eyes. Like tangible pillars of light, they instantly engulfed Tang Yangbing.

Tang Yangbing felt the scene before his eyes begin to twist and distort, as if an invisible hand were kneading the space around him. Countless afterimages streaked past his vision, while multicolored specks of light danced across his retinas. When his vision finally refocused, he found himself in an entirely unfamiliar environment.

The familiar bluestone floor and ancient structures of Kami's Lookout had vanished, replaced by a vast and boundless red desert. In the distance, bizarre purple crystal mountains refracted dreamlike halos beneath the light of twin suns. The air carried a faint metallic scent. A breeze swept by, lifting fine red dust that glittered like specks of starlight beneath the sun.

"That really was fast." Tang Yangbing moved his limbs, feeling the slight dizziness brought on by the shift through space. "It's more convenient than Instant Transmission. You don't need to sense someone's ki." He looked around and noticed that the gravity of this planet was unusually powerful; every step felt as though he were carrying heavy shackles.

Just then, Son Goku began hopping around like a child who had discovered a new toy. "Wow, this planet's gravity is just like the Hyperbolic Time Chamber! That's amazing!" He looked around excitedly, curiously examining this unfamiliar world. Son Goku crouched down, grabbed a handful of red sand and rubbed it between his fingers, then looked up at the two gleaming suns in the sky, his eyes shining with the urge to explore.

The gravity on New Vegeta Planet was indeed ten times that of Earth, but to Tang Yangbing, who had already undergone grueling training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, this level of gravity was hardly worth mentioning. He closed his eyes slightly and felt the tremors rising from the ground beneath his feet, his sharp senses spreading outward like ripples.

A moment later, Tang Yangbing opened his eyes and looked toward a distant location. "Found it," he murmured, a confident curve rising on his lips. "The strongest ki on this planet is in that direction." In his perception, a powerful, violent energy fluctuation came from dozens of kilometers away, as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the night.

Mo stood upon the barren surface of New Vegeta Planet as fierce winds whipped up red sand and dust, spreading it through the air like a blood-colored mist. He narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the unnerving aura in the distance. It weighed on his heart with tangible pressure, more violent and more elusive than the ki of Son Goku and Vegeta.

"That ki really is strong," Tang Yangbing murmured, his voice nearly drowned out by the howling wind. "Far stronger than Son Goku and Vegeta. The Legendary Super Saiyan truly lives up to its reputation."

He slowly closed his eyes and extended his senses to their limit. That aura crashed against his perception like raging tides, filled with unsettling violence and chaos. Tang Yangbing could clearly feel the restless energy fluctuations within it, like a caged beast frantically battering against its prison.

"So this is why Broly can't control his Legendary Super Saiyan transformation..." Tang Yangbing opened his eyes, a flicker of realization passing through his golden pupils. He could sense the primal savagery contained within that power, like a supernova that could explode at any moment—beautiful, yet dangerous.

He turned to look at his companions behind him, his black combat suit snapping loudly in the gale. "Let's go," Tang Yangbing said, his voice calm as still water yet carrying unquestionable resolve. "Our target is over there."

Meanwhile, on the other side of New Vegeta Planet, Paragus paced anxiously inside a crude metal building. Dim light cast deep shadows across his wrinkled face, while the metal floor gave off dull echoes beneath his military boots. His gaze kept drifting toward the window, where Broly was undergoing near self-destructive training on the practice grounds.

"I have to find a way to persuade Prince Vegeta..." Paragus muttered, his rough fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the control panel. The intelligence he had received a few days ago still left him unsettled—Frieza, the demon who had once enslaved the Saiyans, had actually been killed by a Super Saiyan two years ago.

The discovery left Paragus both excited and anxious. There were now only a handful of pure-blooded Saiyans left in the entire universe, and this might be the best opportunity to fulfill his ambitions. He imagined gathering every Saiyan on this desolate planet and pictured himself seated upon a throne.

But a cold smile soon appeared at the corner of his lips. Reviving the Saiyan race was merely a disguise for his ambitions. What he truly desired was to become the supreme king of the Saiyans, to make every member of his race submit beneath his feet. The thought quickened his heartbeat, and greedy light gleamed in his eyes.

A sudden boom came from outside, accompanied by Broly's violent roar. Paragus hurried to the observation window and watched his son rampage across the training grounds, a complicated expression appearing on his face. Broly was both his greatest asset in achieving his ambitions and his greatest uncertainty.