"Leave it to me," Son Gohan said.
As he spoke, he casually poured a stream of energy into Broly's body, completely sealing his absurd strength.
Then he drew Broly into his inner universe.
He dumped him on the Ancestral Planet.
Hmm, I'll leave him to fend for himself for a while.
Seeing Broly's body disappear, Goku and the others asked no questions.
"Whew."
Goku let out a relieved breath, his arms hanging limply at his sides as his stomach rumbled.
I'm starving!
He had barely eaten anything before Broly came after his boxed meals.
"Haha, I'm hungry," he admitted with a laugh.
Son Gohan laughed too. "Your stomach already told us."
Jiren: "..."
What a strange father and son.
Jiren felt he could not understand Saiyans at all, much less this kind of affection between father and son.
Goku looked at them. "Want something to eat?"
Jiren shook his head.
Cohl shook his head too.
"What about you, Gohan? Want some?" he asked Son Gohan.
Son Gohan held his fingers a tiny distance apart. "I could eat a little."
They landed on a life-bearing planet and found a reasonably clean patch of grass to sit on.
Goku took out his pile of boxed meals.
And so, Son Gohan showed Goku that his so-called "little" actually meant devouring more than half his dear old father's meals.
Jiren and Cohl stared blankly as the father and son wolfed down every last meal.
They silently marveled that Saiyan stomachs were every bit as incredible as the Saiyans themselves!
But something even more incredible followed.
Son Gohan extended a hand toward the pile of empty food containers and used Destruction.
Jiren and Cohl both froze.
But they were probably thinking the same thing.
Seriously?
You're using a God of Destruction's technique for this?
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