Time flew by. More than four months had passed since Son Goku first entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
The ground was already covered in tally marks, and the cloth bag of Senzu Beans was more than half empty. Both men's clothes were torn to shreds, their hair tangled into clumps. Sitting there, they looked no different from a pair of wild men who had just crawled out of the mountains.
But the rhythm of their sparring was nothing like it had been during the first month.
Broly's punches had grown accurate. He knew to guard his chin, and he knew to pull back a little when he got hurt.
Son Goku had gained plenty too, of course, but he was still digesting the little bit of God Ki inside him far too slowly.
It was like a chunk of ice lodged in his chest. Some had melted, but it refused to melt completely and truly become his own. Goku knew that Broly's current strength simply wasn't enough. He had to make him stronger.
This time, after fighting to exhaustion, both of them crashed heavily to the ground.
Their bodies smashed two more craters into the ground, side by side, one on the left and one on the right, as though they had planned it. Goku lay sprawled on his back, his chest rising and falling. Broly lay facedown, motionless.
They lay there for a full half hour, neither getting up first.
Unexpectedly, Broly was the first to speak. He panted on the ground for a long while before slowly squeezing a few words out of his throat.
"Kaka... rot, stop... fighting."
Goku was sitting beside him by then. Hearing that, he froze.
The guy actually wanted to stop fighting and rest.
A few months ago, he had been losing his