A Bit of a Mess

On the surface of the desolate planet, wind and sand howled, and broken stones littered the ground. Beneath the gray sky, several ruined peaks stood alone, as if recounting the hardships this land had endured. In this dead-silent environment, Paragus stood atop a rise, his withered fingers tightly gripping an energy detector, while a crazed gleam flickered in his clouded eyes.

When he confirmed through the detector that the Saiyan prince Vegeta was still alive, a terrifying light burst from his bloodshot eyes. His cracked lips trembled uncontrollably, and he nearly threw back his head in a wild howl. He had waited far, far too long for this moment. In his mind, he could already see Vegeta kneeling before him, personally admitting that Paragus was the new king of the Saiyans. At the thought, a vicious smile spread across his wrinkled face.

His gaze involuntarily shifted toward the tall figure beside him. Broly stood silently amid the wind and sand, his dark green battle suit covered in dust. His thick arms hung at his sides, sturdy muscles faintly visible beneath the fabric. The warrior, over two meters tall, was like a silent statue. There was no light in his deep eyes, as though he cared nothing for anything around him. The gale whipped his dark green hair, strands brushing across his sharply defined face, yet he did not so much as blink.

Paragus smugly stroked his chin, his callused fingers lightly tapping the controller at his waist. As long as he had this unfathomably powerful son, what did Prince Vegeta matter? What did Saiyan pride matter? He would trample it all beneath his feet. He could practically see himself seated upon the throne already. When that time came, the entire universe would bow before him!

Just then, Broly, who had been standing motionless all this time, suddenly raised his head. A nearly imperceptible ripple passed through his deep eyes as his gaze fixed directly on the gray sky. That subtle movement immediately caught Paragus's attention.

"What is it, Broly?" Paragus asked anxiously. "Don't worry. You'll have a chance to show your strength soon..."

Before he could finish, Paragus followed Broly's gaze, and his pupils abruptly contracted. Two figures were hovering in midair. The sand and dust whipped up by the gale spiraled around them, yet could not approach them. The black-haired youth in front had his arms folded over his chest, his orange martial arts uniform snapping in the wind, an eager, excited smile on his face.

Paragus's heart sank violently, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. How could anyone have found this remote planet? He instinctively retreated half a step, his right hand unconsciously reaching for the controller at his waist. But when his gaze swept over Broly, steady and imposing as a mountain beside him, his panic gradually calmed.

"Who are you?" Paragus shouted, forcing himself to remain composed. His voice echoed across the empty wilderness.

Tang Yangbing gave Paragus a contemptuous glance, his sharp eyes seeming capable of seeing through everything. "Who I am isn't important to you." His voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority. His gaze remained locked on Broly. "I'm not here for you."

Tang Yangbing slowly descended onto the rocky ground, kicking up a ring of dust as his feet touched down. He looked directly into Broly's eyes, which were gradually beginning to glow, and a battle-hungry smile curved his lips.

"Broly, fight me!"

The fierce wind swept up Tang Yangbing's black hair as a faint aura began to radiate from his body. Paragus, standing to one side, wore an ashen expression. He could clearly sense that the other party had not taken him seriously at all. The realization filled him with both fury and fear, and his grip on the controller tightened involuntarily. Yet when he looked at Broly, whose body had begun to tremble faintly, a sinister smile crept back onto his lips.

That was right. With this monster of a son by his side, what did he have to worry about? Paragus sneered inwardly, his finger already resting on the controller's button, ready to unleash the most terrifying weapon of war in the world.

"Broly, kill them for me!"

Paragus's voice was like shattering ice, piercing the air with unquestionable authority and fury. He had never imagined that anyone would dare speak to him in such a contemptuous tone. The disdain and provocation in those words instantly ignited the rage that had long been buried in his chest.

He slowly raised his right hand. The delicate controller in his palm glinted with a cold metallic sheen beneath the dim light. As his fingertip moved slightly, an eerie, deep pale-green glow emerged from the center of the controller. Like a venomous snake flicking out its tongue, it silently spread outward, staining the surrounding space with an ominous hue.

"Arghhh..."

A low, suppressed roar forced its way out from deep within Broly's throat. It did not sound human, but more like the final struggle of a beast imprisoned in the abyss before breaking free of its chains. Before everyone's horrified eyes, his body suddenly swelled. His muscles bulged wildly as if life had been injected into them, and destructive power surged beneath every inch of his skin. A grass-green aura erupted from beneath his feet, blazing like hellfire and enveloping his entire body. Scorching waves of air swept outward, throwing dust into the sky.

"Kakarot... Kakarot!"

Broly's gaze locked tightly onto Son Goku. The chaos in his eyes had now been completely consumed by violent killing intent. He roared, each syllable seeming to carry the weight of blood and fire. His entire body shook violently with extreme rage, while his joints let out grating creaks.

Then, what burned in his eyes was no longer mere anger, but tangible flames dancing wildly in the depths of his pupils. He started forward, closing in on Son Goku step by step. With every step, the iron-hard ground beneath his feet, forged from special alloy, shattered on impact. Web-like cracks rapidly spread outward, leaving deep footprints behind, as though the earth itself were wailing beneath him.

"This guy still remembers the grudge from when he was just born... What an obsession."

Tang Yangbing stood quietly to one side, coldly watching Broly's nearly crazed state. A complicated emotion suddenly rose within him—this warrior, toyed with by fate, had been swept up in hatred from the very moment of his birth, controlled his entire life like a puppet on strings. Beneath his world-destroying power, there might be nothing more than an emptied shell and a heart that had never known warmth.

"Tang Yangbing, is this guy... the 'Legendary Super Saiyan' you mentioned before?" Son Goku smacked his lips, the usual playfulness gone from his face and replaced by unprecedented gravity. Feeling the oppressive force in the air that had nearly solidified into substance, he continued, "I couldn't sense anything special from him before, but now... this aura is insanely powerful."

The air seemed to freeze. Paragus's faint aura had been almost negligible on this desolate battlefield, but in that instant, a terrifying energy suddenly erupted, sweeping through the entire space like an erupting volcano. The intensity of that aura surpassed any opponent Son Goku had ever faced before, and even he felt an unprecedented pressure.

"This is exciting. I didn't expect there to be such a powerful opponent!" Son Goku's eyes gleamed with blazing light, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile filled with fighting spirit. He turned toward Tang Yangbing beside him, expectation in his voice. "How about I fight him first?"

Tang Yangbing nodded expressionlessly, shifting one step back and completely yielding the battlefield to Son Goku. There was no fluctuation in his gaze, as though everything had unfolded exactly as he expected.

"Broly, let me take you on!" Son Goku's voice echoed across the empty battlefield, his gaze tightly fixed on Broly as he advanced step by step. Every one of Broly's steps was heavy and powerful, making the ground beneath him tremble faintly, as if even the earth shook before his strength.

Son Goku clenched his fists, and the Saiyan blood within him instantly boiled. With a low roar, his hair abruptly turned golden, blazing light burst from his pupils, and a golden aura flared around him—Super Saiyan form, activated!

He stomped down fiercely with his right foot, instantly grinding the rocks beneath it into powder. Son Goku shot forward like a bolt of golden lightning, tearing through the air as he charged straight at Broly. He was so fast that he arrived before Broly almost instantly.

Bang!

Son Goku's fist, carrying enough force to tear through the air, slammed heavily into Broly's chest. That punch contained all of his strength, enough to destroy a mountain peak. Yet Broly seemed not to feel the impact at all. His body did not move in the slightest, and even his steps did not pause.

Broly's eyes remained vacant as he muttered that name again and again. "Kakarot..." His voice was low and hoarse, like an echo rising from the abyss. His body seemed forged from steel; even Son Goku's full-powered strike had failed to leave the slightest mark on him.

Son Goku's pupils contracted slightly, and an unprecedented shock surged through him. He could clearly sense the unfathomable power within Broly, like a sleeping giant beast slowly awakening. The surrounding air twisted under Broly's aura, and cracks spread across the ground beneath his feet, as if even this space could not bear his existence.

"Just how strong is this guy?" Son Goku drew a deep breath, the fighting spirit in his eyes burning even hotter. He knew this battle had only just begun, and Broly would be the most terrifying opponent he had ever encountered.

His obsession with Kakarot was truly profound! The hatred that had nearly taken physical form churned around Broly's massive body like poisonous mist in the night. Even the surrounding air seemed warped by that intense resentment, emitting a faint hum.

Standing in the distance, Tang Yangbing's pupils narrowed slightly as turbulent waves rose in his heart. The scene before him was simply too horrifying—Broly had taken one of Son Goku's heavy punches head-on without even furrowing his brow. Son Goku was no longer the weakling he had once been. With Tang Yangbing's intervention, he had broken through his limits early and reached the full-power state of Super Saiyan 1. His dazzling golden aura was like a burning star, illuminating the entire wasteland as brightly as day, while the surging energy fluctuations made the earth tremble faintly.

Yet even that world-destroying power had failed to make Broly retreat even half a step!

What frightened Tang Yangbing even more was that Broly had not yet displayed the Legendary Super Saiyan form. Just what kind of terrifying power was hidden within that mountain-like body? If he were to fully release the berserk factors in his bloodline and transform into the irrational Legendary Super Saiyan state, his strength would likely increase exponentially, reaching a level that would leave people in despair.

"Awesome!"

Son Goku's voice carried irrepressible excitement, blazing fighting spirit burning in his bright blue eyes. Rather than being discouraged by his ineffective attack, he seemed to have found an opponent worth going all out against. With a light tap of his toes, he shot into the sky like an arrow released from its bow, his golden aura trailing a magnificent tail of light behind him.

In midair, Son Goku sharply twisted his waist, sweeping out his right leg like an iron whip. With a shrill howl that tore through the air, it struck Broly squarely in the neck. The attack contained all the power in his body, enough to snap a mountain in half.

Bang—

A dull impact resounded over the empty wasteland, as though a heavy hammer had struck everyone in the chest. Yet to everyone's suffocation, Broly remained completely unmoved. His beast-like eyes stayed locked on Son Goku, the killing intent churning within them nearly solidifying into substance.

Alarm bells rang in Son Goku's mind. The intense sense of danger made him retreat without hesitation. His hands swiftly came together before his chest as blue energy began to gather madly, emitting a teeth-grating hum. Dazzling blue light danced between his palms, making the surrounding sand and stones gleam as brilliantly as sapphires.

"Kamehameha!"

With an earth-shaking roar, a blue pillar of light several meters in diameter tore through the air. The ground split apart in its path, rocks flew everywhere, and it rushed straight toward Broly with the force to destroy all in its way.

Boom—!

A Kamehameha containing all of Son Goku's strength, like a blue dragon tearing through the sky, crashed violently into Broly's chest with a deafening roar! Wherever the energy wave passed, the air seemed to evaporate instantly, leaving behind a warped trail. The surrounding rocks were swept up and ground into countless tiny particles, spinning madly within the scorching blast.

Rumble—!

Amid an earth-shaking roar, the ground trembled violently, as if the entire land were wailing in agony. The instant the Kamehameha struck, it erupted in a blinding white light, like daylight descending and bleaching everything around it stark white. Dust surged into the sky like raging waves, blotting out the sun. The once-level ground was blasted open into a massive crater dozens of meters wide, its edges scorched black as shattered rocks scattered in every direction like rain.

As the dust slowly settled, Broly's figure gradually came into view. He was still standing where he had been, completely unmoved, as though that world-shattering attack had been nothing more than a breeze brushing past him. Not even the slightest mark had been left on his chest muscles; only a few wisps of dust slowly drifted down over his powerful body. There was no ripple in his cold eyes, only an almost indifferent contempt.

"N... Not even a scratch?!"

Son Goku's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief. His clenched fists trembled slightly. That attack had contained all of his strength—enough to destroy a mountain—yet before Broly, it had been like child's play. He could feel the unfathomable energy within his opponent, like a vast ocean with no visible bottom.

However, fighting spirit quickly reignited in Son Goku's eyes. He would never admit defeat so easily! His body flashed like lightning, and in an instant, he appeared before Broly. His right fist tore through the air as it smashed fiercely toward the other man's face!

Bang!

The punch landed squarely. Broly's massive body was finally sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut. He crashed through several enormous boulders before slamming heavily into the distant ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Yet Broly rose to his feet almost immediately, merely brushing the dust from his body. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly into a disdainful sneer. Clearly, although the blow had left him looking somewhat disheveled, it had caused no real damage.