High in the sky, the course of the fierce battle began to tilt in one direction.
With the power surged after Fusion with Earth's Kami, and his centuries of accumulated combat experience, Piccolo has begun to completely overwhelm Son Gohan on both offense and defense.
Son Gohan threw a straight right punch, aiming directly at Piccolo.
Piccolo's left arm had already been raised in advance, accurately blocking the incoming punch, while his right knee, almost simultaneously, slammed into Son Gohan's abdomen!
The moment Son Gohan was struck, his entire body arched uncontrollably, and a sharp, cramping pain shot through his abdomen.
The continuous, high-frequency attacks completely put Son Gohan at a disadvantage. His internal energy began to become disordered, and his movements became slightly stiff.
Piccolo seized this opening and, in the instant their fists and feet clashed again, suddenly closed in.
He reached out with lightning speed, gripping Son Gohan's shoulders tightly, giving him no time to react, and slammed his forehead, carrying all his strength, into Son Gohan!
Thump!
Son Gohan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, a buzzing in his head, and he was completely dazed from the impact.
Before he could recover from the dizziness, a powerful whip kick had already swept across his side.
Son Gohan flew out horizontally, tracing an arc in mid-air.
He floated in mid-air, rubbing his numb ribs, and deliberately dispelled his fighting stance.
Son Gohan showed no resentment, but rather a relieved, bitter smile.
"I lost, Uncle Piccolo."
Piccolo withdrew the golden-orange light from his body and returned to his normal appearance.
He looked at Son Gohan, his tone as stern as ever.
"You just lack real-world experience to hone this power, Gohan. Your potential is far greater than this. You should try to dedicate more time to honing your martial arts skills in the future."
Seeing that the battle was over, the three little ones cheered loudly and rushed towards the two who were slowly landing.
Wow! Uncle Piccolo is amazing!
" Brother Gohan is super strong too!"
Just as they landed back in the Lookout square, ready to be "interviewed" by the children, the two of them stopped at the same time.
They turned their heads simultaneously, casting their gazes towards the sky not far away.
There, three unfamiliar figures appeared out of nowhere.
Turles released his hands from Paragus and Broly's shoulders and slowly descended with the two from mid-air to the edge of the plaza.
"Dad!"
Upon seeing his father, Retasu immediately abandoned Son Gohan and Piccolo, ran over joyfully, and hugged Turles's leg.
He tilted his little face up and curiously looked at the tall, but somewhat timid, unfamiliar Saiyan following behind Turles.
Son Gohan and Piccolo also came over and greeted Turles.
Piccolo's gaze passed over Turles and landed on Broly, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.
Within this seemingly dull-looking young Saiyan, he keenly sensed a massive, almost terrifying, primal power, a power like a dormant volcano, lurking and ready to erupt at any moment.
What an amazing atmosphere...
On the other side, Paragus looked at the group of unfathomable powerhouses before him, and their respectful demeanor towards Turles. He felt an even greater sense of awe for the general's absolute dominance over the legion and Earth.
He followed nervously behind, not daring to even breathe.
Just as Turles was about to introduce Broly to everyone, two powerful and concentrated auras suddenly emanated from the tightly closed wooden door of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber inside the Kami's Lookout.
As Son Goku and Vegeta emerged completely from the shadows, they were bathed in the sunlight of the square.
Paragus, standing behind Turles, was instantly captivated by one of the figures, freezing in place.
A powerful shock and overwhelming hatred suddenly erupted from his single eye.
Vegeta!
That face! That arrogant expression!
He's exactly the same as King Vegeta from back then, the one who was high and mighty and ruthlessly exiled him and Broly to a desolate planet!
Years of exile, humiliation, and hatred were ignited in that instant.
Paragus knew almost instantly that the person before him was Vegeta IV, the son of King Vegeta and the prince of the Saiyan!
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at another person next to Vegeta.
Paragus's heart skipped a beat.
That person... looks remarkably like General Turles!
Who exactly is this man to the general?
Paragus, suppressing a trembling voice, took half a step forward, pointed at the two approaching figures, and whispered to Turles:
"General! What is that?"
Turles followed his gaze, calmly nodded, and gave a direct affirmative answer.
"That's right, that guy is Vegeta IV."
Without giving Paragus time to be blinded by hatred, Turles turned his head, his voice turning colder, and said directly:
"However, I should remind you that he is also a valuable resource for the legion's combat strength."
"And it wasn't him who exiled Broly back then."
"If you harbor resentment towards Vegeta III from back then and want revenge, feel free to vent your anger, as long as you can."
"But we can't let him die! Do you understand?"
Paragus's aged face shifted between light and shadow after hearing these words.
He weighed the legion's rules against the overwhelming hatred in his heart, and finally, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head deeply.
"I understand, General!"
When Paragus raised his head again, his single eye gleamed with barely suppressed cruelty and ecstasy.
He confirmed again:
"As long as you don't kill them, it'll be fine!"
Turles smiled and nodded, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"Certainly."
"And you'll have that opportunity soon! The outcome depends on Broly's performance!"
Turles, along with Paragus and his son, formally walked towards the crowd.
Let me introduce myself.
Turles stepped aside, making way for the tall, taciturn figure behind him.
"This is Broly."
In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on this new face.
Son Goku walked halfway around Broly, his nostrils twitching, a hint of curiosity on his face.
"You're Saiyan too, right?"
Seeing the confusion on everyone's faces, Turles confirmed their guess.
"That's right, he's also a surviving Saiyan."
"Before Planet Vegeta was destroyed, he was exiled to a remote planet in space by Vegeta's father and imprisoned there for decades."
Son Goku and Son Gohan looked surprised.
I never imagined that in some corner of the universe, there would be fellow humans who had suffered such a fate.
Upon hearing the words " Vegeta's father" and "exile," Vegeta's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.
He turned his head and met Paragus's single eye with an overwhelming hatred that seemed ready to devour him whole.
It's just those pointless grudges again.
Vegeta shrugged, completely unconcerned.
Turles completely ignored the undercurrents between the two, glanced around at everyone present, and his voice became serious.
"I brought him here so he could train with you!"
"The threat of Moro is not over yet, and none of us can afford to relax for a moment! We must remain on high alert at all times!"
The relaxed atmosphere in the square just moments before instantly turned serious again.
Son Goku, Son Gohan, and the others nodded in agreement, acknowledging Turles's arrangement.
Vegeta, however, stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his face bearing undisguised scrutiny and arrogance as he looked Broly up and down, who had been shrinking his neck and avoiding eye contact the entire time.
"Our training..."
"Not just any random guy is qualified to join!"
Paragus trembled with rage upon hearing this, his chest heaving violently.
What gives him the right to look down on Broly?
Back then, it was because Broly's Power Level far surpassed that of Vegeta, who was a prince at the same time, right from birth that he aroused the jealousy of that bastard King Vegeta, who ruthlessly exiled him to the godforsaken Planet Vampa!
Now this Prince Vegeta dares to turn around and look down on Broly with such a condescending attitude!
General!
Paragus abruptly turned towards Turles.
"I beg you! Let Broly fight him!"
He wanted revenge!
I can't stand it for another second!