Cooler's final decision was not to become a God of Destruction.
When asked why,
he said he did not want to wear that strange uniform and spend his life confined to a tiny planet.
A life without freedom was not what he wanted.
He even made a bold declaration.
Even without becoming a god, he could surpass the gods as a mortal.
It sounded quite impressive.
Son Gohan believed he could do it.
After all, his current strength had already surpassed that of an ordinary God of Destruction.
Time flew.
Another year passed.
The Universe Tree in Son Gohan's Other-Dimensional Space had grown as tall as an adult.
The entire space had expanded enormously as well, now rivaling the Milky Way Galaxy in size.
Fragments of rock were gathering together, forming planets.
Son Gohan's strength rose along with it, growing day by day.
By now, even he had no idea just how powerful he had become.
Worth mentioning was that, over this year, Broly and Kale had actually gotten together and consummated their relationship.
Kale gave birth to a boy, whom they named Parami.
Shockingly, the little boy had a power level of over a hundred million from the moment he was born.
He could even turn into a Super Saiyan when he threw a tantrum. It was utterly outrageous.
All anyone could say was that he truly lived up to being the child of two mutant Saiyans. His genes were simply too powerful.
As for Paragus, Broly's father, who had regained his youthful body, he trained diligently, but his power level grew slowly. Even after several years, he still had not managed to become a Super Saiyan.
He simply had little talent for combat. Having a son like Broly was a genetic mutation-a jackpot win.
With no other