SWISH!!
Krillin flew toward a dense forest filled with wild beasts.
Wind howled past his ears as the scenery below rapidly retreated.
Lowering his head slightly, Krillin glanced at the Nappa he was carrying.
The once arrogant Saiyan warrior now looked like a pile of mud.
Only the faint rise and fall of his chest proved he was still alive.
Along the way—
"Baldy…"
"Please… just kill me…"
Nappa looked at Krillin with pleading eyes.
His voice was weak and raspy, barely audible.
The arrogance that once filled those eyes had completely vanished.
Only pain and despair remained.
Krillin gritted his teeth silently.
He remembered Tien.
Remembered Chiaotzu.
Remembered Yamcha.
They were dead.
Killed by Nappa.
Killed by this Saiyan invader.
"Please…"
Nappa begged again, his voice almost breaking into sobs.
At this moment—
He only wanted a quick death.
Being eaten alive by wild beasts?
That kind of death was too horrifying.
Too humiliating.
He would rather be punched to death instantly than suffer such torture.
"In your dreams."
Krillin's voice trembled with anger.
"You killed Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu!"
"And you wasted so many Senzu Beans!"
"Broly wants wild beasts to eat you alive!"
"And I don't pity you either!"
Every word sounded as though it was squeezed through clenched teeth.
Krillin wasn't cruel by nature.
He was kindhearted.
Softhearted.
He hated killing.
But toward Nappa—
Toward the man whose hands were stained with his friends' blood—
Krillin felt no sympathy whatsoever.
"I didn't kill that guy named Yamcha!"
"I refuse to take the blame for that!"
Nappa foamed at the mouth in frustration before hurriedly adding:
"And that little guy Chiaotzu blew himself up! That wasn't my fault either!"
He was trying desperately to lessen his crimes.
Trying to convince himself he didn't deserve such a horrible death.
But it was meaningless.
Whether Yamcha died by his hand or not didn't matter.
Whether Chiaotzu self-destructed didn't matter.
What mattered was—
Tien died by his hands.
This city was destroyed by him.
Countless innocent people died because of him.
That alone was enough.
"Save those excuses for the beasts."
Krillin shook his head and sped up.
He didn't want to hear Nappa's excuses anymore.
Didn't want to look at his disgusting face anymore.
He only wanted to complete Broly's order.
Only wanted this murderer to receive proper punishment.
Very soon—
Krillin arrived above a massive forest.
This jungle lay far outside the city and had avoided destruction.
The trees were dense and ancient.
Vines twisted around giant trunks.
The roars of beasts echoed from deep within.
Wolves.
Tigers.
Bears.
And countless predators unknown by name.
Without hesitation—
Krillin dropped Nappa from the sky.
Cleanly.
Decisively.
Nappa's body traced an arc through the air before slamming violently into an open area within the forest.
THUD!!
The heavy impact startled countless birds into flight.
The surrounding beasts scattered in fear at first.
They cautiously stared at the thing that had fallen from the sky.
Then—
The thick smell of blood spread through the air.
Wild beasts possessed sharp senses.
They could smell blood from kilometers away.
And now—
A massive bleeding body lay directly before them.
The temptation was irresistible.
The first beast appeared.
A huge gray wolf with vicious eyes.
It cautiously approached Nappa.
Sniffed him once.
Then bit down experimentally.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH—!!!"
Nappa's scream instantly echoed through the forest.
It was no longer a human scream.
It was the cry of ultimate agony.
The howl of absolute despair.
The final lament of a dying life.
The scream echoed across the jungle—
Drawing even more beasts.
Second.
Third.
Fourth.
More and more predators gathered.
Wolves.
Tigers.
Bears.
Hyenas.
They surrounded Nappa and began tearing into him piece by piece.
The screams continued for about a minute.
Then slowly weakened.
Until finally disappearing entirely.
Only the sounds of flesh being ripped apart remained.
Bones cracking.
Low growls of satisfaction.
Krillin watched briefly—
Then finally couldn't endure it anymore.
Turning around, he quickly flew away.
His face was pale.
His stomach churned violently.
He nearly vomited.
Nappa deserved death.
This was Broly's order.
But watching a man get eaten alive by wild beasts—
That still exceeded Krillin's mental limits.
Flying through the sky, Krillin closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.
Then silently muttered within his heart:
Yamcha…
Tien…
Chiaotzu…
Did you see that?
Broly avenged you.
Your killer died horribly.
…
Meanwhile—
Back at the battlefield.
After dealing with Nappa—
Broly slowly shifted his gaze toward Vegeta.
His eyes were calm.
Completely emotionless.
Yet it was precisely that calmness that terrified Vegeta the most.
Vegeta's entire body trembled violently.
His face turned pale.
Floating in midair—
He shook uncontrollably.
Not from cold.
But from fear.
Broly's gaze felt like invisible blades cutting across his body.
As though deciding where to strike first.
So Super Saiyans really are monsters…
Vegeta screamed internally.
Nappa had been tortured to death right in front of them.
Severely injured.
Fed a Senzu Bean.
Beaten again.
Fed another bean.
Repeated endlessly until his potential was exhausted—
Then thrown to wild beasts.
Cold.
Cruel.
Merciless.
How will he deal with me?
Vegeta's heartbeat thundered wildly.
He knew he had acted arrogantly before.
Knew he may have offended Broly.
Though he hadn't slaughtered innocents or destroyed the city—
He was still a Saiyan.
Still Nappa's companion.
Would Broly spare him?
Or torture him the same way?
"Vegeta."
"Let's continue our earlier conversation."
Broly suddenly smiled faintly, breaking the silence.
"Our earlier conversation?"
Vegeta blinked blankly.
Conversation?
What conversation?
Weren't we just dealing with Nappa?
Your topic changes are way too fast!
Vegeta complained internally, though he didn't dare show dissatisfaction outwardly.
He forced himself to calm down and recall earlier events.
What had Broly asked him before?
"You know Beerus?"
Broly asked calmly.
Vegeta froze.
Of course he knew Beerus.
Of course he knew the terrifying existence even Frieza feared.
But he didn't understand why Broly suddenly asked about him.
Nor what deeper meaning lay behind the question.
Silence lingered briefly.
Vegeta floated there with clenched fists.
His lips tightened into a straight line.
His eyes contained complicated emotions.
Fear.
Hesitation.
Struggle.
And finally—
Determination.
He understood clearly—
This was a crossroads of fate.
Broly's question wasn't casual.
It was a test.
A decision regarding life and death.
Answer correctly—
And he might survive.
Answer wrongly—
And his fate might not differ much from Nappa's.
"…Yes."
"I've seen him before."
Vegeta finally spoke.
His voice sounded slightly hoarse from tension.
But every word was crystal clear.
"When I was five years old…"
"I saw him acting however he pleased inside my father's palace."
"My father wasn't even remotely his opponent."
As Vegeta spoke—
An old memory resurfaced in his mind.
The magnificent Saiyan palace.
King Vegeta's imposing figure.
And—
That terrifying purple being.
Tall.
Thin.
Overwhelming.
Just standing there made him feel like the center of the universe itself.
A mere casual gesture—
And King Vegeta was sent flying like a ragdoll.
That was the first and only time Vegeta had ever seen his father look so powerless.
The mighty King Vegeta—
Reduced to helplessness before that purple figure.
"Acting however he pleased?"
Broly scratched his head curiously.
"Did he… do 'that kind of thing' with your mothers?"
The question came so suddenly—
So absurdly inappropriate—
That the atmosphere froze instantly.
Broly looked completely serious.
Entirely sincere.
Vegeta: "…"
Vegeta's forehead veins bulged violently.
His mouth twitched repeatedly.
His face turned red from rage.
What the hell do you mean 'mothers'?!!
Do you even hear yourself?!
And besides—
Do you think Beerus is that kind of person?!
If Beerus heard you saying this—
He'd probably erase the whole planet!
Krillin silently wiped sweat from his bald head nearby.
Broly…
You really were corrupted by Master Roshi…
Krillin sighed internally.
Thinking of Roshi's shameless behavior—
He suddenly realized Broly definitely inherited some strange influences growing up.
But still…
What exactly did Beerus do inside the Saiyan king's palace?
For a moment—
Even Krillin's imagination started drifting in the wrong direction.
Nope nope nope!
Can't think about that!
Krillin hurriedly shook those dangerous thoughts away.
"T-That's not what happened!!"
Vegeta roared furiously.
His body trembled violently from anger.
"You saying 'mothers' is already outrageous enough!!"
"Then what did you mean by 'acting however he pleased'?"
Broly asked innocently.
His eyes sparkled with pure curiosity like a child listening to a story.
Vegeta took a deep breath.
Trying desperately to calm himself.
Arguing with Broly was pointless.
"This is exactly what I meant!"
"Beerus isn't interested in those things at all!"
Vegeta snapped angrily.
"Krillin…"
"What exactly was Broly asking?"
"I don't understand."
Goku lowered his voice and whispered curiously beside Krillin.
He genuinely looked confused.
Goku truly didn't understand.
His knowledge regarding those topics was incredibly limited.
"Uh…"
"I'll explain later…"
Krillin awkwardly wiped away sweat.
He absolutely did not want to explain this right now.
Especially not in such a serious atmosphere.
"I don't understand either."
Piccolo crossed his arms and frowned slightly.
As a Namekian—
He genuinely had no clue what they were talking about.
Namekians reproduced asexually.
They had no male or female distinctions.
No romantic relationships.
No family concepts.
So human gender dynamics were completely beyond his understanding.
"Beerus is a God of Destruction."
"The strongest god in this universe!"
Vegeta hurriedly explained.
He hoped the title itself would shock Broly into taking things seriously.
Even if Broly was a Super Saiyan—
Surely he couldn't compare to a God of Destruction.
"What else do you know?"
Broly asked calmly.
Completely unshaken by the title.
No fear.
No awe.
Only curiosity.
After all—
Broly had already learned Beerus's identity from Merus long ago.
So none of this surprised him.
"I don't know much more."
Vegeta shook his head regretfully.
His memories from age five were blurry.
Aside from Beerus's terrifying figure and his father's humiliation—
Most details had faded long ago.
"And you're the most talented Saiyan warrior?"
Broly suddenly asked again.
The topic shifted so abruptly that Vegeta nearly choked.
Vegeta: "…"
That question stabbed directly into his heart.
How was he supposed to answer?
Yes—
He was supposedly the genius Saiyan warrior.
Yet currently—
He was the weakest person here.
Broly was unfathomable.
Goku had 180,000 battle power.
Piccolo had 120,000.
Gohan had 80,000.
And him?
18,000.
That number used to make him proud.
Now—
It felt humiliating.
Vegeta experienced an unprecedented sense of disgrace.
He was the Prince of Saiyans.
A genius.
Yet on this tiny little planet—
He had become the weakest one present.
The contrast nearly drove him mad.
But he forcibly maintained composure.
Finally—
He squeezed out a single word through clenched teeth.
"Yes."
The voice was so soft it nearly vanished in the wind.
Yet even speaking that single word required immense courage.
Because acknowledging his talent also meant acknowledging his weakness.
A deeply bitter contradiction.
"When I was feeding Nappa Senzu Beans earlier…"
"You looked extremely jealous."
Broly smiled knowingly.
Vegeta's mouth twitched again.
This guy notices way too much…
Indeed—
When Broly fed Nappa those beans—
Vegeta's eyes practically glued themselves onto them.
Jealousy.
Desire.
Greed.
He had wanted desperately to steal them for himself.
Those miraculous beans—
Those treasures capable of massively increasing battle power—
Were irresistible to any warrior.
Vegeta couldn't deny it.
"…Yes."
His voice sounded dry and stiff.
"Then let me ask you this."
"If Senzu Beans were unlimited…"
"How high could your battle power rise?"
Broly asked casually.
Vegeta's pupils contracted sharply.
An uncontrollable excitement surged within him.
He's actually going to give me Senzu Beans?!
The thought exploded through his mind like lightning.
Senzu Beans!
The treasure that boosted Nappa from 4,000 to 150,000!
The miracle that pushed Raditz from 1,500 to 100,000!
If he obtained them—
If he repeatedly experienced near-death recoveries—
How strong could he become?
200,000?
300,000?
Even higher?
Could he surpass Kakarot?
Challenge Broly?
Restore the pride of the Saiyan Prince?
"I'm not completely sure…"
Vegeta tried to sound calm, though excitement still leaked through.
"There should be a limit eventually…"
"But my limit is definitely higher than Nappa's and Kakarot's!"
His confidence wasn't blind.
It was based on what he firmly believed to be reality.
He was the Saiyan genius.
Nappa was merely an elite warrior.
Kakarot was merely low-class.
In terms of talent—
Vegeta believed himself superior to both.
"So how many beans would you need?"
Broly asked with interest.
Vegeta thought carefully before giving a cautious answer.
"Five."
"Five should be enough."
He didn't dare ask for too many.
Afraid Broly might reconsider.
Afraid of appearing greedy.
Besides—
He still intended to grow through real training eventually.
"Five?"
"That's nowhere near enough."
Broly casually waved his hand.
"Take fifty."
A flash of light appeared.
Then a strange treasure bowl materialized in Broly's hands.
Long ago—
Bulma had helped Broly create storage equipment similar to a space ring.
He normally kept things like the Treasure Bowl inside it.
"Treasure Bowl."
"Give me fifty Senzu Beans."
Broly casually ordered.
SHING! SHING! SHING!
White light burst from the bowl like fireworks.
Bright yet gentle.
After three seconds—
The light faded.
A bulging cloth bag appeared inside the bowl.
Broly casually grabbed it and tossed it toward Vegeta.
As casually as tossing an apple.
PA!
Vegeta hurriedly caught the bag.
His hands trembled slightly.
Not from weight.
But excitement.
He carefully opened the bag and looked inside.
Exactly fifty Senzu Beans rested there.
Smooth.
Green.
Glowing faintly like polished jade.
Every single bean contained miraculous power.
Fifty.
A full fifty.
Ten times more than he dared request.
More generous than his wildest fantasies.
Vegeta became ecstatic instantly.
With these fifty Senzu Beans—
My battle power will absolutely soar!
150,000?
That'll only be the beginning!
200,000?
300,000?
Even higher!
With these beans—
I, Vegeta, will no longer remain the weakling stuck at 18,000!
I'll become powerful again!
I'll reclaim the glory of the Saiyan Prince!
"Three days."
Broly smiled lightly.
"I'll give you three days."
"Train properly and raise your battle power as much as possible."
"That should be enough time, right?"
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