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Super Broly held Paragus tightly in his arms, so tightly that it seemed he never wanted to let go.
He had missed his father far too much. Father and son clung to each other as if afraid the other might disappear.
"Father…" A single tear slipped down from the corner of Super Broly's eye, a warrior's tear.
Because of that emotion, he hugged Paragus even harder. The newly revived Paragus immediately turned red in the face, not from shyness, but because Super Broly's grip was far too powerful.
After all the recent battles, the dormant power inside Super Broly's body had been completely awakened. His strength was no longer what it once was. Paragus' body stiffened, his face cycling through red, green, blue, orange, indigo, and violet hues.
It was clear he was suffering terribly, his expression growing darker by the second.
He kept patting Super Broly's back frantically, trying to signal that he was about to be strangled to death.
But Super Broly, overcome with emotion, mistook it for excitement; he thought his father was just as moved as he was, crying and trembling from joy.
"Father, this is amazing! You're really alive again!"
Super Broly's tears and snot flowed freely, completely unaware that Paragus was on the verge of returning straight to King Yemma's office.
Trunks could only cover his face in exasperation.
He walked over and said helplessly, "You might want to let go. Your father's about to die again."
Super Broly froze, then quickly released him, and sure enough, just as Trunks had said, Paragus was barely clinging to life, almost passing out completely.
"Father! Father!! What's wrong?!" Super Broly panicked and began shaking him violently.
Trunks' face went dark. The way Broly was shaking him, even if Paragus had been perfectly healthy, he'd have ended up with a concussion.
(This guy's gonna kill him a second time at this rate…)
"Stop shaking him…" Elder Moori finally couldn't bear to watch anymore.
"I understand you're excited, but your father has already fainted."
Only then did Super Broly release his grip and gently lay Paragus on the ground.
"I'm sorry… Father."
The whole scene left Trunks speechless, and even Goten behind him was covered in sweat from secondhand embarrassment.
Z Broly, on the other hand, burst into mocking laughter.
"Ha ha ha! What an idiot!" he jeered. "Do you want that old man to live or die?"
The whole thing was pure comedy to him. Sure enough, the newly revived Paragus had fainted again. Seeing this, Elder Moori closed his eyes and used the Namekian art of telepathic communication.
A moment later, a small Namekian child came running up.
"Kiru, come heal this gentleman," Moori instructed.
The little Namekian, named Kiru, walked over shyly. He was adorably small, looking very much like Dende had in his youth.
"Kiru has shown remarkable talent since birth," Elder Moori explained with pride. "He has great potential with our Namekian healing arts, perhaps one day, he'll grow into a Dragon Clan prodigy like Dende."
Trunks studied the little one and nodded. "To earn Elder Moori's praise, you must be something special."
Moori smiled, then turned to Kiru. "Kiru, go on, show our friends your ability."
Kiru nodded his small head, and a soft green light began to glow between his hands. But, he didn't even touch Paragus. The distance between them was at least five meters.
(Healing from a distance?! This kid's no ordinary Namekian!)
Even Trunks was impressed.
This kind of ability was extraordinary; even Universe 7's current apprentice Supreme Kai, Kibito, couldn't heal from a distance.
He had to place his hands directly on someone to activate his power. The same was true for Majin Buu and even Dende himself.
But this little Namekian, Kiru, could already perform remote healing at such a young age.
If Kiru continues to grow, the potential of his abilities is truly incalculable.
Soon, after Kiru's healing, Paragus opened his eyes again.
Super Broly looked at Kiru and said, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me," Kiru replied. "A friend of Trunks' is a friend of ours. If it weren't for Trunks, Elder Moori wouldn't have been revived, and I wouldn't exist either."
From Kiru's words, it was clear that he was born after Elder Moori's revival, that is, Moori had hatched him himself. Even at such a young age, Kiru understood the situation perfectly, and Trunks couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up.
He stepped closer, bent slightly, and said, "Well done, little Kiru. You must promise Trunks to study diligently under Elder Moori from now on."
Kiru nodded vigorously, then politely bowed, and slowly stepped back.
Finally, Paragus regained full consciousness.
"I… was I dreaming just now?" Paragus rubbed his head. The pain he felt proved he wasn't dreaming.
Then he saw the others: a green-skinned elder, two unfamiliar men, and his son, Super Broly.
"I'm sorry… Father, it was my fault just now," Super Broly controlled his emotions and apologized.
"Where… am I? This place… I distinctly remember being killed by Frieza," Paragus muttered.
Super Broly's face darkened, Trunks hadn't lied. His father had indeed been killed by Frieza.
"Father, this gentleman used the Dragon Balls to bring you back," Super Broly said, pointing at Trunks.
Paragus looked at Trunks. From the young man's expression, he sensed a faint aura reminiscent of King Vegeta. But as his savior, Paragus bowed deeply with gratitude.
Seeing this, Trunks introduced himself. "Hello, Paragus. I'm Trunks, Vegeta's son. Do you still wish to pursue revenge?"
Paragus stiffened instantly, trembling as he looked up. He had suspected it, but now he knew for certain, this was indeed Vegeta's grandson.
Conflicting emotions stirred within Paragus. The man before him was the grandson of his enemy, yet also his savior.
At that moment, Trunks continued: "Planet Vegeta wasn't destroyed by a meteor. You and your son might have sought out Frieza again, serving as his pawns, but I assume you don't know that the Saiyans were wiped out by Frieza."
"From one perspective, if Broly hadn't been exiled, he might have died the day Planet Vegeta was destroyed."
"Although my grandfather's actions were extreme, they inadvertently saved you and your son."
"And all the wrongdoing was his alone, it has nothing to do with my father or me."
"Now that I've revived you, the grudge ends here. If you're thinking of taking action against us, you'd better focus on dealing with Frieza instead."
With these words, Trunks placed the entire blame squarely on Frieza.
After hearing this, Paragus fell into deep thought.
At this moment, Super Broly spoke up to support Trunks. "Father! Trunks wouldn't lie to us."
Memories of Earth flashed through Super Broly's mind, Pan offering him a large pork hock, the kind little girl, and all the delicious food he had enjoyed.
"There's so much good food on Earth, and Trunks' family treated me so well," he said, smiling happily.
Paragus looked at his son's joyful expression and finally felt at peace.
"Prince Trunks, Broly and I pledge our unwavering loyalty to you and King Vegeta," Paragus said, bowing once more.
Trunks, unimpressed by such formalities, replied simply, "As long as your loyalty is sincere, that's enough."
"By the way," he added, "Perhaps you should also take care of your other son."
(End Of This Chapter)