Half a month passed just like that.
That day, on the God of Destruction Planet.
Son Gohan sat cross-legged atop a dead tree, meditating to cultivate the power of destruction.
On the ground, two figures clashed at high speed in a fierce battle.
One was tall and burly, with a savage ki and ferocious attacks.
The other was also quite muscular, but considerably smaller.
He was retreating again and again, forced onto the defensive.
They were Broly and Goku.
Broly had only transformed into a Super Saiyan.
But his power was not to be underestimated.
Even Goku in his full power Super Saiyan Blue form was no match for him now.
Broly slammed a fist into Goku's forehead.
The blow knocked Goku straight out of full power Super Saiyan Blue and back into his base form.
Goku climbed to his feet, clutching his forehead.
"Ow, Broly, you really don't hold back at all, do you?"
Broly grinned fiercely. "No, I already held back."
He was right.
At the very least, he hadn't activated his green-haired full power form yet.
"Want to keep going?" Broly asked coldly.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Goku let out a deep breath and relaxed his body.
In an instant, his entire ki changed.
"Hah!" Broly roared, charging forward and driving his fist toward Goku.
But Goku actually dodged it.
Goku's breathing was steady now, his whole body relaxed.
He seemed to have become a feather, drifting weightlessly, offering nothing for force to act upon-impossible to hit or pin down.
"Huh?" Broly was taken aback.
Then he threw another punch, only for Goku to dodge it again.
Son Gohan opened his eyes and looked toward Goku.
Vegeta, who had been watching with his arms crossed, also narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
Whis smiled faintly.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!