Transformation

"Kakarot! I'll kill you!"

Broly's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, low and thick with killing intent. Every word was like an icy blade slicing through the air. He slowly raised his hands, his knuckles cracking sharply under the strain, as though his bones were twisting in rage. His eyes had originally been a deep green, but scarlet fissures suddenly burst across them like shattered glass. Blood vessels spread wildly within, while a beastly ferocity gleamed deep in his pupils.

"Ah! Hah..."

A thunderous roar erupted from deep within his throat, making the air around him tremble. It was like the bellow of an ancient beast, echoing across the barren surface of the planet for a long time, as if it would tear heaven and earth apart. As the roar continued, Broly's aura began to surge at an astonishing rate. An invisible pressure pressed in from every direction, making it hard to breathe.

The sky turned pitch-black in an instant. The bright daylight was swallowed by dense darkness, as though an invisible hand had covered the sun. Dark clouds churned like surging black waves, and countless bolts of blue lightning poured from them, tearing across the heavens and illuminating Broly's savage face. Arcs of electricity leaped around his body with piercing crackles, as if heaven and earth themselves were trembling before his rage.

At that moment, the entire planet seemed to come alive. The ground shook violently, splitting open with countless bottomless cracks. Distant mountain ranges collapsed amid the tremors, rocks rolling down like rain as dust filled the air and formed a gray haze. Gale-force winds howled, sweeping up sand and stone and turning the desolate surface upside down. The planet seemed to be welcoming the birth of a king, expressing its awe and terror in the most violent way possible.

"Ahhh..."

Broly's roar continued as his aura surged like an erupting volcano. His muscles swelled wildly as power flooded into them, veins coiling across his skin like dragons. Every breath carried scorching air that warped the atmosphere around him. His figure flickered amid lightning and darkness, like a god of destruction walking out of myth.

"Stop... stop, Broly! Don't transform!"

Paragus's voice trembled, filled with despair and terror. He staggered a few steps forward, trying to approach Broly, only to be forced back again and again by that violent aura. His face was pale as paper, fine beads of cold sweat covering his forehead. His hands clenched tightly into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

More than anyone, Paragus understood what Broly's current state meant. Once Broly completely transformed into the legendary Super Saiyan, he would lose all reason and become nothing more than a killing weapon that knew only destruction. In that form, Broly would have no family, no friendship—only an endless thirst for slaughter. At that point, not only Kakarot and Vegeta, but even he himself—Broly's biological father—would become targets.

Paragus felt as though an icy hand had seized his heart. He could practically see the grim future already: the planet collapsing, blood flowing like rivers, Broly destroying everything in his madness, including himself. The desperate premonition nearly suffocated him. He could only watch helplessly as his son's figure gradually blurred amid the lightning, as though an irreversible nightmare were slowly unfolding.

Cold fear coiled around Paragus's spine like a venomous snake. He stared fixedly at the out-of-control figure in the distance as horrifying images uncontrollably surfaced in his mind—pure destructive desire burned in Broly's scarlet eyes, while those large hands he had once gently stroked were now drenched in blood. And lying in that pool of blood was none other than his own biological father—him!

The thought made Paragus tremble all over. He seemed to see a tide of destruction surging outward from Broly in every direction—prosperous interstellar cities reduced to dust in energy storms, brilliant rivers of stars fading one after another, until the entire universe fell silent. By then, there would be no life, no civilization—only eternal nothingness.

"No! Absolutely not..." Paragus growled hoarsely as his trembling right hand shot up. The controller in his palm flashed madly, its grass-green light flickering like the final breaths of a dying man. The glow reflected off his deathly pale face, exposing every trace of his fear.

At the same time, the golden restraint device on Broly's forehead lit up. Soft light rippled outward like water. The glow seemed to possess some sort of magic, gradually calming Broly's violent aura. His heavy breathing slowly weakened, his tense muscles relaxed somewhat, and the madness in his beastlike eyes began to fade.

Son Goku, watching from afar, smacked his lips involuntarily as a bead of cold sweat trickled down his temple. He could clearly sense that, in that brief instant just now, the aura Broly had released had far surpassed that of an ordinary Super Saiyan. It was a primal, savage strength that was almost instinctive, as though it were a force of destruction that had existed since the birth of the universe.

"Now you've seen it, right?" Tang Yangbing said with a light chuckle, arms folded across his chest as excitement glinted in his eyes. "This is only his state when he's conscious. If he completely loses his reason..." He paused, his voice carrying irrepressible anticipation. "Just how spectacular would it be when the legendary Super Saiyan fully erupted?"

Broly remained calm for roughly ten seconds. That brief peace finally allowed Paragus to catch his breath. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his taut nerves had just begun to relax—

But then Broly's eyes abruptly flew open. The calm from moments earlier was gone, replaced by a terrifying feral gleam, like a trapped beast making its final struggle. He stared fixedly at Son Goku in the distance and let out an earth-shaking roar from deep in his throat:

"Ka—ka—rot—!"

That roar seemed to flip some forbidden switch, and Broly's aura once again surged out of control. Golden energy flared skyward, dyeing the entire sky in a horrifying gold. The ground cracked beneath his feet, stones swept into the air by the violent energy before being pulverized in an instant.

Paragus watched in despair. The controller in his hand was still flashing, but its light had become weak and unstable, as though it could go out at any moment.

Green energy blazed like boiling magma, wave after wave sweeping madly in every direction with shrill howls that tore through the air. Wherever it passed, the ground seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand. Rocks and dust were flung high into the air, only to be crushed into powder midair. The rolling shockwaves even stirred the distant cloud cover into spiraling vortices.

Amid that horrifying sight, the golden circlet on Broly's forehead—the restraint that had bound him for countless years—suddenly let out a crisp crack. The sound was faint, yet it seemed to shatter some imprisoning shackle. As fragments of gold scattered in every direction, unprecedented energy erupted from within him.

A strange gurgling sound came from inside his body, as though countless sleeping beasts were awakening. The muscles across his body expanded wildly at a visible rate, veins twisting across his bulging physique like dragons. His already imposing two-meter frame swelled to over three meters tall. Every muscle contained world-destroying power, and even the wind pressure raised by a casual movement tore spiderweb-like cracks through the surrounding ground.

A grass-green aura rustled wildly around his body. It was no longer merely energy spilling outward, but seemed to become liquid flame, flowing and boiling across his muscular skin. Every strand of his hair stood on end, turning a dazzling grass-green. The pupils in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only a chilling pale white, like two bottomless vortices ready to swallow everything they saw.

"Kakarot, I want you dead!"

The roar seemed to come from the depths of the underworld, every word carrying tangible killing intent. Before his words had even faded, Broly's body had turned into a green bolt of lightning. The air compressed into visible ripples in his wake, and the earth shattered inch by inch beneath his feet.

Before Son Goku could even assume a defensive stance, the green figure was already before him. Broly threw a simple, direct straight punch, but it contained enough power to shake mountains. The force of the punch warped even space itself.

"Bang—!"

A deafening impact rang out. Son Goku flew backward like a kite with its string cut, his body carving a miserable arc through the air as he crashed through several towering peaks in succession. Massive boulders tumbled down, dust shot into the sky, and the shattered mountains turned into a rain of debris.

Yet Broly's thirst for slaughter was far from satisfied. He floated in midair, his pale eyes locked onto the dust cloud rising in the distance. A savage smile curled across his lips. The green aura around him grew ever fiercer, like a starving beast catching the scent of prey. He slowly raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, his knuckles creaking painfully under the excessive force.

"Not enough..." he murmured, his voice filled with chilling madness. "Far from enough..."

Before his words had faded, his body once again transformed into a streak of green light, shooting toward the lingering dust cloud at even greater speed. This time, even more terrifying energy had gathered around his fist, warping the light itself in his path.

Mo drew a deep breath as the biting wind and sand lashed across his face. He realized he could not wait any longer. Before him, Son Goku in Full-Power Super Saiyan form—his golden hair burning like flames, his aura sweeping out like a storm—was being steadily driven back by Legendary Super Saiyan Broly. Every clash produced deafening explosions. The sight had completely exceeded Tang Yangbing's expectations.

Broly's huge body was like an immovable mountain, his green aura surging like a raging tide. Every breath he took swept up the surrounding rocks and dust. A trace of resolve flashed through Tang Yangbing's eyes. He stopped hesitating and violently shook his arms. Golden energy instantly burst from his body, dazzling like a rising sun. His hair stood on end, turning a brilliant gold, while the lines of his muscles became even more pronounced beneath the aura—without hesitation, he entered Full-Power Super Saiyan form.

He wanted to personally experience just how terrifying Legendary Super Saiyan Broly's strength was!

Bang—!

Their fists collided violently like meteors, and a piercing tearing sound erupted through the air. Tang Yangbing felt a mountain-toppling force surge from his opponent's fist. His body flew backward uncontrollably, his feet carving two deep trenches across the ground as stone and dust sprayed outward like rain. In the end, he slammed heavily into a towering peak. The mountain instantly collapsed into countless falling rocks, while dust spread out and blotted out the sky.

Tang Yangbing struggled up from the pile of rubble, shaking his numb right arm. He gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice, "His battle power really is insanely strong. I have at least three billion battle power right now, yet I still lost to him. Damn it, wasn't this Broly only supposed to have one hundred and forty million battle power? Did he get stronger again after fighting Son Goku?"

Despite the waves of agony running through his body, a feverish desire to fight ignited in Tang Yangbing's heart. It surged like an erupting volcano, making the blood in his entire body boil. Perhaps Broly was the most difficult opponent he had ever faced—but at the same time, he was also the opponent who made his blood burn the hottest!

"If that's the case, then let's see what I can do at full power!" Tang Yangbing roared. His golden aura surged again, and the air around him seemed to ignite from his fighting spirit, letting out sharp hissing sounds.

Mo's gaze sharpened abruptly, as though two golden flames had ignited deep within his eyes. In that brief yet heart-stopping exchange, he had clearly sensed the world-destroying energy within Broly's body. It was like a bottomless, violent ocean, something that absolutely could not be measured by a mere three billion battle power!

Another Legendary Super Saiyan from another timeline surfaced involuntarily in his mind—the monster who had rendered even Super Saiyan Blue Son Goku and Vegeta helpless. That Broly grew stronger and stronger in battle, like an unstoppable war machine. Every injury caused his power to increase geometrically.

"Could this one be..." Tang Yangbing's heart sank, but he immediately cast the thought aside. This was not the time to hesitate. The Super Saiyan form was clearly no longer enough to deal with the crisis before him.

"Then..." Tang Yangbing took a deep breath and suddenly clenched both fists, his knuckles popping crisply from the force.

"Haah—!!!"

A deafening roar tore through the sky. Centered on Tang Yangbing, violent shockwaves swept out as though they had substance. The rocks beneath his feet cracked inch by inch under the impact, while tiny fragments were swept into the air, resembling golden fireflies beneath the glow of his aura.

Crackle—crackle—

A scalp-tingling sound of electricity exploded through the air as arcs of deep-blue lightning danced around his body like countless thunder snakes in a frenzy. This lightning was not merely leaking energy, but tangible power filled with destructive force. Every flash left behind a scorched scent in the air.

His golden hair became thicker and brighter at a visible speed. Every strand seemed to come alive, trembling violently amid the surging energy. His formerly steady golden aura now became an erupting volcano, shooting into the heavens and ripping apart the clouds overhead. The edges of the aura glowed a blazing white, a phenomenon created by energy compressed to its extreme.

Most striking was the change in his hairstyle—his originally flowing golden hair rose completely upward like burning golden flames. Only a single lock remained over his forehead, stubbornly fluttering amid the violent energy currents, as though declaring its owner's unyielding will.

At that moment, the pressure Tang Yangbing radiated made the entire land tremble, and distant mountains groaned as though unable to bear the strain. The place where he stood had become a massive crater a hundred meters across. The rocks along its edges were still continuously melting, glowing red like lava.