"Hmph, that green glow's gone?" Mule sneered. "I thought you were something special. The moment I get a little serious, you can't take a hit?"
Broly was already badly hurt. He gritted his teeth, forced his body upright, and stubbornly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Majin Buu's marshmallowy body knitted itself back together as his eyes burned with anger.
Then Buu didn't hesitate—both hands aimed at Broly, a warm glow blooming between his palms.
Whoosh!
In just a few seconds, Broly's body healed completely, and his energy snapped back to its peak.
Broly blinked—he hadn't expected Buu to know healing.
"Healing?" Mule was taken aback. "I didn't see that coming… You fat idiot even have that skill?"
A thought flashed across Mule's mind, his eyes lighting up.
Should I have this fatso fix… that?
No. Absolutely not!
Too humiliating!
I'd rather find some wonder-medicine than let someone treat me for that.
"This guy can heal, huh?" Sidra drifted over with an easy smile. "Why not have him help you… grow back what you lost?"
"Shut up! Mind your own business!" Mule snapped, his voice sharp.
"Seriously, your voice is getting sharper," Sidra said, trying not to laugh.
"My voice is always like this! Stop with the snide remarks!" Mule barked.
"Then go get 'em," Sidra chuckled, backing off to give them space.
Mule still refused to let Majin Buu treat him.
The fewer who know about this, the better!
No one else can find out—besides Sidra.
"He's healed—so what? Healing doesn't raise your power," Mule scoffed.
Rumble—!
Right as he finished, emerald light burst from Broly again.
Sensing the jump in power, Mule's grin froze.
"What? His energy went up!"
"Probably a trait of his race," Sidra said, stroking his red beard.
"Hmph. Not by much… only doubled," Mule exhaled.
"You call doubling 'not much'?" Sidra's face grew a shade more serious. "Be careful. Use Mosco, quick. If you get toppled here, don't blame me for not warning you."
"I know what I'm doing," Mule said, still refusing to use Mosco.
Broly blurred into a streak of green and howled toward Mule.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
They clashed hard in midair.
Even with his newly doubled power, Broly was still far behind. After a few exchanges, Mule's edge was obvious.
Another heavy punch crashed into Broly's chest.
Broly spat blood; the emerald aura shattered. He was seriously injured again.
"I'll heal you!" Majin Buu didn't rush to fight—he understood the gap. Healing Broly, though—that he could do.
But just as Buu was about to begin—
Swish!
Mule flickered, appearing right in front of Buu.
Smack! Smack!
Two ringing slaps caved Buu's pudgy cheeks.
"Think you'll heal him? Dream on!" Mule sneered. He squeezed, crumpling Buu into a pink ball.
Thump!
He punted the ball away.
Whooosh!
Buu arced through space like a comet.
"Now you're a vegetable, huh? Let's see you heal him now." Mule wasn't done; he jabbed at the flying ball with two fingers.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Each tap punched a deep hole into the pink sphere.
Buu didn't even groan—he seemed to be out cold.
"Hmph. That pink fatty's down. He won't die, but he sure can't heal you," Mule said coldly, drifting toward Broly.
Broly steadied himself, every breath a strain.
He's too strong…
"Now tell me—did you kill my son?" Mule's voice was ice. "Don't worry. If you tell the truth, I won't kill you. I just want answers. I won't let my son die unexplained."
"I don't know," Broly said, stubbornly shaking his head.
"Little brat. You've got no healer now—how will you beat me?" Mule laughed.
Broly calmly took out a bean and swallowed it.
Mule blinked.
What's that?
"Snack time?" Mule snorted.
But as he laughed, the smile died on his lips.
Rumble—!
Power blasted off Broly again; emerald flame raced over him, hair spiking as he roared back into his Legendary Super Saiyan state.
"What?" Mule's eyes went wide.
"Oh? Looks like that bean heals him and restores energy," Sidra said lightly.
A cruel glint flashed in Mule's eyes.
"He probably has more of those beans. Eat one, and your thing could grow back," Sidra added with a grin.
Mule's gaze sharpened.
Perfect. No one would ever know!
"Kid, hand over those magic beans, and I'll let your case go for now," Mule shouted, his voice carried by his aura straight to Broly's ears.
Broly didn't answer. He raised his left hand and pressed a button on his watch.
Chak-chak-chak!
Plates slid into place—scarlet armor bloomed over his entire body.
In a blink, Broly looked like an ironclad warrior.
"What… what is that?" Mule's pupils shrank.
Click!
The armor's color rippled—scarlet washed into deep green.
Fwoom!
Broly shot at Mule like a missile.
Crack!
His armored helm slammed into Mule's chest.
Mule vomited blood, face paling.
Broly surged up, palmed Mule's head, and buried it into a nearby asteroid.
Then he ground Mule's face across the stone like a belt sander.
Mule's howls tore through space.
Broly pounded a fist into Mule's chest; Mule's limbs jerked up involuntarily.
Broly's metal hand snapped onto Mule's ankle.
He whipped Mule left, right, up, down—smashed him everywhere.
In under ten seconds, the moon-sized rock shattered to dust.
Broly hoisted Mule by the throat, lifting him high.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
He backhanded Mule again and again.
Mule's face was a ruin, teeth popping loose, blood pouring as despair clawed at him.
Near-death and a senzu later, Broly's base power had climbed a bit—one or two times at most.
But once the armored suit engaged, his strength spiked fiftyfold.
Even before the suit, Broly was nearing Mule's level—he could've traded a hundred rounds without falling behind. With the suit on, Mule was no match.
Whoosh!
Still gripping Mule's neck, Broly streaked to Majin Buu.
Buu was still a pink ball.
Broly flicked a senzu with one finger, popping it into Buu's body.
Pop!
The bean took effect—Buu unfolded back to his plump self.
"What did you shove up my butt?" Buu rubbed his backside, gawking at Broly.
"…".
"Who are you?" Buu blinked at the armored figure.
"I'm Broly."
"Uh… why do you look like that? And what did you shove in me?"
"Doesn't matter," Broly said curtly.
Buu noticed Mule dangling in Broly's grip like a dead chicken.
His sore butt forgotten, Buu's eyes gleamed.
Smack-smack-smack!
Broly laid more slaps across Mule's face.
Teeth flew; blood flooded his mouth; misery swallowed him whole.
"You balled me up! I'm turning you into chocolate!" Buu crowed, squinting with glee.
"Apologize," Broly said coldly.
"He's right—apologize!" Buu cheered, kicking Mule viciously.
"Aaaugh—!"
Already broken, Mule coughed more blood.
"Apologize," Broly repeated.
"Sidra! You're just going to watch? Help me!" Mule rasped, calling to the distance.
Swish!
Sidra flashed in, appearing at their side.
Broly's visor flared—he eyed Sidra warily.
Buu dropped into a fighting stance.
"What's in it for me?" Sidra asked mildly.
"I gave you the robot, No. 7!" Mule ground out.
"Give me another. I want two," Sidra grinned.
"…" Mule.
"Ten! I'll give you ten! Just help me!"
"Deal. Ten it is," Sidra nodded, satisfied.
"Then do it—now!" Mule barked, eyes bulging in Broly's grip.
"Broly, let him go," Sidra said at last, tone brooking no dissent.
Broly stared back, cold.
Buu stuck out his tongue at Sidra.
"I'll say it again. Release him. You know the consequences," Sidra warned, eyes narrowing.
"None of your business," Broly growled through the modulated helm.
"I'm making it my business," Sidra snapped, moving in.
Broly moved faster—his grip tightened.
Crack!
Something popped in Mule's neck.
"Gaaah—!"
White-hot pain exploded as his cervical spine creaked.
"You dare kill a God of Destruction? Do you know the price?" Sidra's face darkened.
"You're the one threatening me," Broly shot back.
"Very good. A little trainee God of Destruction, throwing his weight around in front of a veteran? Think I'm helpless just because you're holding him?" Sidra laughed in fury. "Watch."
Flicker!
He raised a hand and clenched at the air toward Buu.
In an instant, Buu's body warped into Sidra's grasp.
"Now I've got a hostage too," Sidra said lightly, pinching Buu's neck. "Go on, make a move—unless you want this fatty dead."
Broly fell silent.
His eyes flicked to Buu.
Buu answered with a reassuring look.
Broly's heart settled.
Right. Buu can regenerate. Even if his head comes off, he'll be okay. And I've got senzu…
"I know exactly what you're thinking," Sidra smiled. "You think he can regenerate. Even decapitation won't kill him. But what did Mule tell you? Gods have godly ways to fight. I can wound his soul. His body might regrow—will his soul?"
Broly went quiet again.
"Last time—let Mule go, or I'll kill this fatty," Sidra said, killing intent flashing.
"He—he's Merus's trainee God of Destruction!" Broly blurted, throwing out the name.
"You think angels care about this? He's just a trainee. Doesn't even have his own universe," Sidra snorted. "No disrespect—just facts. Angels cultivate serenity. Even if Buu died—even if you died—that human angel of yours, Ken, wouldn't shed a tear."
Broly said nothing.
"And to Ken, if you die, he'll just pick another trainee," Sidra droned on. "For angels, swapping Gods of Destruction is like swapping pets."
Broly trembled.
"Most Gods of Destruction are beasts. To angels, Gods of Destruction are pets," Sidra pressed, chuckling. "When a pet dies, a master might feel a twinge—but most just get a new one."
"You're lying! Ken isn't like that!" Broly's hand shook violently.
Mule: "…"
Sidra, you bastard—stop riling him up! He's going to snap my neck!
"And do you really think I'm helpless while you hold Mule?" Sidra hissed—and vanished.
Broly's pupils shrank.
Flick!
Sidra appeared behind Broly.
Clack!
His hand clamped onto Broly's armored wrist and squeezed.
A crushing force seized Broly's arm.
Broly fought back, but it felt like an invisible lock had snapped shut—he could barely move.
Sidra's palm bloomed with violet-red energy.
Hakai!
The Destruction energy splashed across Broly's arm….
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