While everyone was still talking, Tien Shinhan, who had been unconscious on the sofa for a long time, finally stirred.
His eyelids trembled slightly. He let out a low groan and slowly opened his three eyes, looking around in confusion.
"Tien! Tien! You're finally awake!" Chiaotzu sighed in relief and hurried over with concern.
"My head feels heavy… like it's filled with lead…" Tien struggled to sit up, rubbing his temples that were still throbbing slightly.
He glanced at Master Roshi, who was pretending to look out the window, and asked helplessly:
"Master Roshi… what exactly did you spray on me earlier? That medicine was way too strong."
"Hehe… it's nothing, nothing!" Roshi laughed awkwardly and rubbed his hands.
"Just some sleep-aid stuff. Totally harmless! Don't worry about it!"
"By the way… what happened to Demon King Piccolo?"
Tien shook his head, trying to recall what he had heard before fainting.
"I was pretty dizzy earlier… but I vaguely remember Chiaotzu saying…"
"…that Broly defeated Demon King Piccolo?"
As he spoke, Tien's three eyes turned toward Broly in disbelief.
"Yes, Tien! It's absolutely true!" Chiaotzu nodded vigorously.
Seeing the opportunity to brag, Master Roshi immediately became excited.
He cleared his throat and once again vividly retold how Broly had defeated Demon King Piccolo—this time with even more exaggeration and dramatic flair.
Tien listened with his third eye wide open.
His mouth slowly fell open as shock filled his face.
"Hehe, actually, there's something I never told you all," Roshi said proudly at the end.
He puffed out his chest and stroked his beard like a wise master.
"Broly is actually the most powerful disciple of the Turtle School!"
"He's my secret trump card!"
"The strongest student I've ever trained!"
Broly simply grinned while chewing his apple.
Of course he wasn't going to expose Roshi's obvious bragging.
In Broly's simple mind, the old man might be a bit unreliable sometimes—but he had treated him well.
He gave him food and a place to live.
So being called the "senior disciple" didn't really matter.
Tien Learns the News
"So Broly… is actually that strong?" Tien said in amazement.
The way he looked at Broly had completely changed.
What used to be calm curiosity had now turned into burning interest—and a faint desire to challenge him.
"Also, Tien, you probably don't know this yet," Krillin added excitedly.
"Goku has already gone to train with Kami at Kami's Lookout!"
"When he left, he confidently said that when he comes back…"
"…he'll definitely surpass Broly!"
"Kami?" Tien froze again.
The amount of information was overwhelming.
For a moment, he couldn't process it all.
"Alright, all you youngsters should train hard!" Master Roshi laughed.
"You have three whole years to improve yourselves."
"When the next World Martial Arts Tournament arrives…"
"…you can all fight it out there!"
"That's when things will get truly exciting!"
Krillin nudged Broly with his elbow.
"Broly, now that you're this strong…"
"You'll participate in the next tournament, right?"
"Let everyone see your real strength!"
"Nope."
Broly answered instantly.
Still leaning lazily against the sofa.
He refused without hesitation.
"Huh? You won't participate?" Yamcha looked surprised.
But a small trace of relief quickly appeared on his face.
Maybe that's for the best…
I seriously doubt I could surpass this monster in just three years.
If Broly doesn't compete, maybe I can rank higher in the tournament.
"Yes, I'm not going," Broly said firmly.
"I'm not interested in fighting or competitions."
"With that time, I'd rather eat a few good meals and get some comfortable sleep."
Master Roshi quietly wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead.
You say you're not interested in fighting…
But when you fought Demon King Piccolo…
You looked pretty calm and natural.
Not reluctant at all.
This kid… is impossible to figure out.
Somewhere Else on Earth
While the atmosphere at Kame House was relaxed—
Deep within a remote, untouched jungle somewhere on Earth—
Ancient trees towered into the sky.
Vines twisted around their trunks.
The air was dim, damp, and heavy with the scent of earth and plants.
On a moss-covered stone sat a small green figure.
He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
His face looked almost identical to Demon King Piccolo's—
But younger.
It was the new Piccolo.
Suddenly—
Piccolo opened his eyes.
A terrifying hatred flashed in his red pupils.
He clenched his small fists tightly.
"Broly!!!"
His voice echoed through the silent forest.
"You killed my father!"
"You destroyed his ambition!"
"I swear this oath!"
"I will avenge him!"
"I will become stronger than you!"
"And then I will tear you apart in front of everyone!"
Age 756
Time passed like a fleeting shadow.
Three years slipped by quietly.
In Age 756, the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament officially began during a cool rainy season.
For Broly, however—
These three years had mostly been a peaceful cycle of:
Eat → Sleep → Eat → Sleep.
But he did gain one new hobby.
Video games.
Broly never intentionally pursued greater power.
Yet the blood of the Legendary Super Saiyan within him continued to grow naturally.
Day after day.
Like a deep river flowing silently.
His strength had increased enormously.
It was a powerful growth that came directly from his life force itself.
As for exactly how much stronger he had become—
Broly couldn't calculate that.
Numbers weren't really his thing.
He only knew one thing:
He felt much stronger than before.
Like a small stream that had quietly become a massive river.
Still calm on the surface.
But hiding terrifying power underneath.
The Day of the Tournament
The day the tournament opened—
The sky was gray.
Light rain drizzled softly across the land.
The ancient Martial Arts Temple looked even more solemn under the rain.
And once again—
Fighters from all over the world began gathering.
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