"Do you really think you can turn them into chocolate? They're true Gods of Destruction," Broly shook his head.
"Uh…" Majin Buu fell silent.
"Did you notice Mule's robot?" Broly lowered his voice.
Majin Buu nodded rapidly.
"Any way to snatch that robot?" Broly asked.
"Robots edible?" Majin Buu rubbed his belly, excited.
"No." Broly shook his head.
"Then I'm not snatching it," Majin Buu decided on the spot.
"If we take the robot, we might actually beat him," Broly suggested. "Feels like your magic could yank the robot away."
"Then let's snatch it." Majin Buu's eyes lit up.
"First watch what they plan to do. We wait here," Broly decided after a beat.
A minute later.
Sidra and Mosco streaked in from the distance, stopping beside Broly and Majin Buu.
"What are you two doing out here? Lost?" Sidra waved amiably, smiling.
"We want to go to Universe 6, but we don't know the way," Majin Buu answered.
"Why Universe 6? Come back to my God of Destruction Realm and play—I'll show you much more fun stuff," Sidra chuckled. "And I said I'd teach you some on-the-job tricks for a God of Destruction."
"No." Broly refused. "I'll have Champa teach me."
"Don't say that. Champa can't even manage himself; how could he teach you?" Sidra grinned at Broly.
"No!" Majin Buu shook his head too.
"Ji-gu ji-gu!" Mosco emitted a mechanical buzz.
"What'd he say?" Majin Buu asked, puzzled.
"Nothing…" Sidra shook his head.
Clack!
The hatch on Mosco's abdomen opened.
"You two don't know what's good for you! We give you face and you spit on it?" Mule stuck his head out, one hand on the hatch, and cursed Broly and Majin Buu out.
Mule had had enough!
What's the point talking to two brats?
Wouldn't a good beating solve it?
"Sidra, I've had it! I'm done acting!" Mule huffed, flying out of Mosco's body.
Sidra said nothing.
"I'm handling this my way!" Mule ground his teeth, his face turning colder by the breath.
Sidra kept silent, offering no comment.
"Broly—answer me. Did you kill my son?" Mule jabbed a finger at Broly's nose and roared.
Broly did not admit it.
He knew full well he wasn't Mule's match.
"Not talking, huh?" Mule's eyes narrowed; his face was ice. "Don't think silence fools me! My son went to Universe 7 and suddenly died—so bizarre—and within mere ten minutes he reincarnated? You dare say it has nothing to do with you?"
Broly's heart tightened.
So he already suspected us…
"The robot Luke my son controlled was no ordinary power," Mule snarled, still pointing at Broly. "I combed that galaxy in Universe 7. Other than you and Buu, no one stronger. No one else could have killed him! If not you two, then who?"
Majin Buu: "???"
What are you talking about?
Why am I included?
"Angels don't kill. So the killer can only be you and Buu!" Mule's eyes looked ready to spit fire as spittle sprayed Broly's face.
Pop!
Broly lost patience. Dark-green light burst from him as he became the Legendary Super Saiyan.
He grabbed Mule's pointing finger and snapped it back.
"Argh—!"
Mule screamed; it felt like the finger had been torn off.
He never expected the kid to attack so suddenly.
Transformed, Broly pounded Mule with fists and feet.
Caught off guard, Mule yelped again and again under the flurry.
"Buu! Now!" Broly shouted while pummeling Mule.
"Uh—" Majin Buu finally got it and shot toward Mosco.
Whoosh!
Majin Buu dove straight into Mosco's belly.
Clack!
The hatch sealed.
Majin Buu tried to take control.
No matter what he did, he couldn't connect with Mosco.
He flustered, hands flying.
Outside—
Broly pinned Mule's head and slammed his own forehead forward.
Bang!
Skulls cracked together.
Broly's head swam.
Mule too saw stars.
Half a year ago, the kid wasn't my match…
Now he actually feels dangerous.
"Haha—Mule, need a hand?" Sidra laughed, watching.
"Hmph. As if! You think I'd lose to a five-year-old brat?" Mule snorted.
Bang!
No sooner had he boasted than Broly's uppercut drilled Mule's gut.
"Gah—"
Mule spewed bile, then countered with a kick to Broly's shoulder.
Broly flew back.
Mule gave chase.
Seeing him rush in, Broly met him head-on with a straight.
Rumble—!
Their fists exploded with power, shockwaves billowing.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Nearby planets crumpled like papier-mâché, blasted to grit.
"Nice, nice—saves me work. I was too lazy to erase those anyway," Sidra smiled, arms folded. He teased, "Mule, if you lose to a newly appointed trainee God of Destruction, we're done being friends."
"Hmph, lose to him?" Mule sneered, snatching Broly's arm and smashing a kick into his armpit.
Broly grimaced, then slapped Mule hard across the face.
Mule's cheek burned.
"Little punk, you really don't want face!" Mule raged, power surging.
Boom!
He hammered Broly's abdomen.
"Urgh—"
Broly spat bile, then booted Mule in the face.
A bright red shoe print bloomed on Mule's cheek.
Broly opened his mouth—
Shiit!
A dark-green beam lanced from his throat, sweeping for Mule.
Mule didn't dodge. He flung his palm and slapped the beam aside, diverting it.
"With that little juice you want to fight me? You think a bump in power means you can win?" Mule smirked.
Then something felt off.
"Hey, Mule—he's behind you," Sidra laughed.
Mule's grin froze. He turned—Broly was already there.
Broly seized both of Mule's arms and wrenched them behind his back.
"Argh—argh—!"
Mule howled.
Broly yanked harder.
It felt like Mule's arms would pop off; his screams turned guttural.
Unsatisfied he hadn't torn anything, Broly rammed his forehead into Mule's back.
"Pfft—"
Mule coughed blood.
Thud!
Broly kicked Mule in the lower back.
"Awooo!"
Mule tumbled through space, then flared power to steady himself, flashing back to Sidra's side.
"That kid's no joke—didn't expect it," Sidra said, amused.
"Hmph." Mule wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, eyes going gloomier.
"That pink fatso's inside your Mosco," Sidra pointed at the robot.
"What, he thinks he can control my Mosco?" Mule snorted, utterly unconcerned.
"Mule, better pilot Mosco before you embarrass us old-guard Gods of Destruction".
"Use Mosco against a brat like this? Are you insulting me?" Mule scoffed. "Besides, fighting him is fun. I haven't enjoyed myself like this in ages!"
He drifted toward Broly again.
"Huff… huff…"
Broly panted, feeling his opponent's weight.
He'd gone full power from the start, hoping to maim Mule in one rush.
But the red-faced freak could really take a beating.
Even heavy hits weren't doing deep damage.
Broly was the first to tire.
"Good—Broly, you didn't disappoint," Mule rubbed his nose, smiling slitted-eyed.
Broly's face grew tighter.
Inside Mosco, Majin Buu kept trying to make the robot move.
Nothing worked. He even tried magic.
"Hey, Buu—it's useless. I know you use magic," Sidra said, tapping Mosco's belly. "That unit is the God of Destruction Mosco. You're just a… person. You think magic can hijack him?"
Majin Buu ignored him.
"Come out. Mule's about to get serious. I think he might beat Broly to death," Sidra said lightly.
Majin Buu's eyes bulged. He burst the hatch and shot to Broly's side.
Broly glanced at him.
"Can't control it!" Majin Buu shook his head, dejected.
"Even magic fails?" Broly asked.
"Fails," Buu replied.
Broly said no more.
"Let's go at him together!" Majin Buu proposed.
"No. I'll do it," Broly insisted. "If I'm going to be the strongest God of Destruction, I won't fail to the weakest."
"Oh!" Majin Buu nodded without thinking.
"Broly, one last time—did you kill my son?" Mule asked coldly, eyes slitted.
Broly kept silent.
"Think silence stops me from finding out?" Mule snorted. "I'll make you talk."
KRRAAACK!
Purple-red light erupted from Mule.
Seeing the change, Broly's face grew darker.
"That human angel Ken never told you? Gods have their own way of fighting," Mule sneered as the purple-red aura blazed brighter.
Broly said nothing.
"Tremble, brat! You shouldn't have provoked a God of Destruction!" Mule cackled.
"Haha, Mule—don't forget he's a God of Destruction too, even if only in training," Sidra threw in.
"Shut it!" Mule barked.
"Fine, fine. I'll just watch," Sidra smiled. "Need help?"
"Hmph. To deal with a trainee? I won't even use Mosco—I'll rub his face in the ground," Mule jeered.
"Then go on—don't shame us old hands," Sidra shrugged, smiling wider.
"Ready to get thrashed?" Mule's face turned arctic.
Whoosh!
He thrust a claw; a bolt of purple-red power shot out, streaking for Broly.
Broly gritted his teeth, slapped down with one palm and jabbed a finger into the energy.
Then his other hand clawed and tore.
RIP—!
Mule's Destruction Energy ripped in two.
"Tsk, tsk… impressive. Give him time; the kid's ceiling is high," Sidra mused.
Swish!
Mule blinked—appearing directly above Broly.
THUD!
An inverted axe-kick slammed Broly's crown.
His skull warped; a dark-green line burned across space as he skipped like a stone.
Forty seconds later—
CRUNCH!
Broly punched through a massive asteroid, bursting out the far side.
Whoosh!
Mule closed, boots drumming, kick after kick flipping Broly end over end.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
His speed and output spiked.
Broly had no room to counter.
Watching Broly reduced to a punching bag, Majin Buu began to shake with anger.
"Aren't you going to help? Wait any longer and he dies," Sidra said airily, glancing over.
"Don't bully Broly!" Majin Buu exploded; white steam blasted from the vents on his head and shoulders.
WHOOSH!
He lunged at Mule.
Smack!
Mule just raised his left hand and stopped Buu by the face.
Then he grabbed Buu's antenna and slapped him across the cheeks several times.
Majin Buu couldn't even resist.
"Out!" Mule punted him away.
THUD!
Majin Buu crashed into Broly.
"Pfft—"
Broly vomited blood; the dark-green aura shattered and he dropped back to base form.
Half a year of growth had been real—but against Mule the gap was still big.
Back when Ken and Broly together faced Champa, even with Ken assisting, Broly had been badly hurt several times.
And Champa hadn't gone for the kill.
Today was different.
Mule had decided: capture this punk, beat him down, and force the confession.
Who else could it be?
To Mule, there was no one else.
Otherwise, his son wouldn't have died so strangely.
If it wasn't him, Campari would have told me how my son died.
It has to be this kid!
And he colluded with Champa to make me cut my thing!
That debt isn't even settled!
Now I have to get treatment for it to grow back.
Damn it… I even have to squat to pee or it'll splash my legs.
The more Mule thought about it, the angrier he got.
[End of Chapter]
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