When Son Gohan, the ultimate king of the grind, arrived on the God of Destruction Planet, Beerus hurried away with Whis to escape this trouble spot.
Today's assignment was to destroy a hundred dead planets beyond saving. It really was exhausting.
Being a God of Destruction was getting harder and harder.
After Beerus and Whis left, Son Gohan sat down beside Broly and started chatting with him.
Broly was much more talkative than before, and communicating with him was no longer a problem.
And under Whis's guidance,
Broly had made enormous improvements in controlling both his power and his emotions.
In other words, even when Broly entered his green-haired, full-power state, he could still retain some measure of awareness.
Yes, he was now a somewhat rational battle maniac.
"Broly, let's fight!"
Son Gohan challenged Broly to a fight.
Although he trained every day, Son Gohan hadn't fought anyone in a while, and his body's craving for combat had become unbearable.
"All right." Broly's eyes lit up too.
That was how Saiyans were. More than hot blood flowed through their veins; they also carried a hunger for battle in their genes.
Those genes were etched deep into the bones of every pure-blooded Saiyan.
Only mixed-blood Saiyans had a chance of becoming peace-loving and less fond of fighting.
But Son Gohan was a different sort of mixed-blood Saiyan.
At first, Son Gohan had fought because he had no choice.
But after transforming into Super Saiyan 4, his bloodline power might have undergone an evolution, making him extremely eager to fight as well.
And now he had added the new beast form transformation on top of that.
Every cell in his body seemed addicted to fighting.
Combat. Fierce combat.
That was what he desperately craved.
Videl had already endured far too much