Broly immediately expanded his senses to search for Goku's energy.
His perception spread outward like a massive invisible web, rapidly covering the entire Earth before extending deep into outer space.
The moment he sensed Goku's location—
Broly became speechless.
Goku wasn't even on Earth.
His energy was extremely far away, running along a winding road somewhere beyond the planet.
No wonder so many people died here.
"Kid, what exactly was that thing you fed me earlier?"
Nappa suddenly remembered the Senzu Bean and his eyes lit up greedily.
He stepped forward, his massive body casting a shadow over Broly.
"You got any more of those? Hurry up and hand them over! That thing tasted amazing!"
His tone quickly shifted from curiosity to command.
After all, he had literally been cut in half.
Yet after eating that tiny bean, his body completely regenerated.
If he could mass-produce something like that…
At that moment, a thought flashed through Nappa's mind.
Could it be…
Was Raditz's insane increase in power because of these magical beans?
Nappa's thoughts raced rapidly.
Raditz used to be weak.
His power level had only been around 1,500.
But now?
100,000.
That level of growth was impossible through normal training.
But if Raditz repeatedly nearly died and then recovered using Senzu Beans…
Doubling his power again and again…
Then everything suddenly made sense.
Nappa's breathing grew heavier.
Greed filled his eyes completely.
He stared at Broly the same way a starving wolf looked at prey.
It was worth mentioning that Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz had all worked under Frieza for years.
And Frieza absolutely knew about Saiyan biology.
Especially the terrifying ability to grow stronger after recovering from near death.
It was one of the Saiyans' greatest gifts—
And one of the things Frieza feared most.
Because if Saiyans repeatedly abused near-death recovery…
Their power levels would increase exponentially.
Eventually, they might even surpass him.
That was precisely why Frieza deliberately assigned Vegeta's group relatively easy missions.
He carefully controlled the strength of their enemies.
He made sure they rarely suffered serious injuries.
Rarely experienced near-death situations.
And therefore had no opportunities to exploit Zenkai boosts.
Most planets they conquered were around Earth's level.
Power levels rarely exceeded 500.
Actually—
Across most of the universe, fighters with power levels over 100 were already considered impressive.
Anything above 5,000 was extraordinarily rare.
Earth suddenly producing several fighters in the thousands was the real abnormality.
Even Demon King Piccolo back in the day only had a power level slightly above 200—
Yet he could easily destroy entire cities.
Vegeta's team was basically playing high-level characters inside beginner zones.
Raditz was like a level-100 player.
Nappa level-300.
Vegeta level-1000.
Meanwhile the strongest villagers were only level 10.
So naturally—
The three Saiyans almost never got injured.
Their missions were overwhelmingly one-sided massacres.
No desperate fights.
No near-death recoveries.
No opportunities to evolve.
Although the Frieza Force possessed healing chambers capable of recovering serious injuries within an hour—
Nappa once considered intentionally fighting Vegeta to the brink of death repeatedly in order to abuse Saiyan recovery boosts.
But Vegeta immediately rejected the idea.
Vegeta's exact words had been:
"Idiot! Do you really think Lord Frieza doesn't know about our abilities? He assigned us these missions specifically to stop us from getting stronger! The moment you try something like that, all three of us will mysteriously die during some mission!"
Back then, Vegeta thought Nappa's idea was unbelievably stupid.
Your brain must be filled with cosmic garbage instead of intelligence.
Did you really think Frieza would allow Saiyans to exploit loopholes like that?
If you ended up critically injured—
Frieza might not even bother healing you.
He might personally finish you off himself.
Vegeta understood Frieza's fear of Saiyans better than anyone.
That was why Vegeta always suppressed his own desire for rapid growth.
Not because he lacked ambition—
But because he knew Frieza was always watching.
Any unusual behavior could lead directly to execution.
Then why did Raditz insist on bringing Goku to help conquer another planet?
Raditz claimed:
"The three of us are having trouble conquering it."
But the real reason was much simpler.
They needed manpower.
Cleaning battlefields.
Collecting resources.
Managing survivors.
Saiyans were excellent at destruction—
But terrible at cleanup work.
And they disliked working with non-Saiyan races.
At least Goku was still a Saiyan.
"Kid, I asked you a question. Do you still have more of those magical beans?"
Nappa demanded again.
"Yes."
Broly nodded calmly without expression.
Then casually summoned the Gourmet Treasure Basin again.
"Treasure Basin. Give me ten Senzu Beans."
FLASH!
Soft white light erupted from the basin.
The glow illuminated Broly's calm face—
And Nappa's greedy eyes.
Moments later—
Ten bright green Senzu Beans materialized and dropped neatly into Broly's palm.
Nappa's pupils shrank violently.
His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
He stared fixedly at the basin.
That's…
That's the legendary Gourmet Treasure Basin?!
Then that means—
This kid is Broly?!
"You… you're Broly?!"
Nappa's voice trembled with excitement.
He immediately glanced behind Broly—
Toward his waist.
Sure enough—
A Saiyan tail swayed lightly behind him.
It really was Broly.
Shock.
Excitement.
Greed.
And a faint sense of unease all mixed together inside Nappa's chest.
But he quickly suppressed the fear.
So what if he's Broly?
His son being powerful doesn't mean he is.
"Yes. I'm Broly."
Broly's expression darkened.
His eyes became like frozen blades.
He pointed toward Yamcha and Tien's corpses in the distance.
"Since their deaths involve you…"
"Where's your son?"
Nappa interrupted immediately while scanning the surroundings nervously.
If Broly's son Blanch was nearby—
That would be troublesome.
Even if the rumors about 15 million power level were exaggerated—
It was still terrifying.
"He's not here."
Broly answered honestly.
No lies.
No explanation.
"Hand over the Treasure Basin! If you do, I might spare your life!"
Nappa burst into excitement.
Inside his mind—
The truly terrifying one was supposed to be Blanch.
As for Broly himself?
Probably nothing special.
After all—
Wasn't Kakarot only around 300 power level?
Broly and Kakarot were friends.
Their strength should be similar.
Maybe Broly was stronger.
But how much stronger could he really be?
1,000?
2,000?
At most 5,000.
Meanwhile—
Nappa was now at 8,000.
He felt absolutely confident.
BOOM!
Broly stopped listening.
Without waiting for Nappa to finish speaking—
He casually raised one hand.
Like swatting away a fly.
No visible aura exploded outward.
No massive energy surge.
No dramatic shockwave.
Yet with a heavy impact—
Nappa's entire body was smashed directly into the ground.
Only his head remained exposed.
Nappa froze completely.
His eyes blinked blankly.
What?
Who am I?
Where am I?
What just happened?
His thoughts temporarily stopped functioning.
He only saw Broly raise his hand slightly—
Then somehow ended up buried underground.
Nappa looked around in confusion.
Why do I suddenly feel shorter?
BOOM!
Broly lightly stomped the ground.
The motion appeared casual.
But the force transmitted precisely through the earth beneath Nappa.
Nappa's buried body was launched violently upward like a cannon shell.
"What?! What's happening?!"
Nappa still looked completely confused.
He rubbed his eyes midair in disbelief.
SWISH!
Broly instantly appeared directly above him.
Then casually slapped downward.
BOOM!
The strike never physically touched Nappa—
Yet an overwhelming force slammed directly into his spine.
Nappa crashed downward like a meteor.
BOOOOM!!!
A massive crater exploded open beneath him.
Dust and shattered rock erupted skyward.
Nappa lay spread-eagle at the crater's center.
A horrifying handprint-shaped dent had formed across his back.
"PUAH!"
Nappa vomited a massive mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments.
Everything inside his body felt ruined.
His spine felt shattered.
His organs twisted apart.
Even breathing caused unbearable agony.
Then—
Broly descended from the sky.
And stepped directly onto Nappa's spine.
CRACK.
The sound of breaking bones echoed clearly.
Nappa's spine snapped completely.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Nappa screamed like a slaughtered animal.
The scream lasted five full seconds before collapsing into miserable sobbing groans.
His lower body instantly lost all sensation.
Only his upper half twitched helplessly.
After doing all this—
Broly finally crouched calmly beside him.
Nappa's cries continued endlessly.
Every scream overflowed with pain and terror.
He tried pushing himself upward—
But his arms trembled uselessly.
"It's okay. You won't die."
Broly's voice sounded soft.
Almost gentle.
"Experience the pain properly. Once you're close to death again, I'll feed you another Senzu Bean."
As he spoke—
Broly actually took out another Senzu Bean and waved it in front of Nappa's face.
The green bean reflected temptingly in the sunlight.
Then Broly lightly patted Nappa's cheek.
The movement looked casual.
Almost friendly.
Yet every touch made Nappa tremble from agony.
Nappa's eyes lit up immediately.
Senzu Bean!
As long as I eat it—
I'll recover again!
And then…
I'll become even stronger!
Near-death recovery meant doubled power!
Hope suddenly reignited inside Nappa's heart.
"Isn't this how your power level keeps increasing?"
Broly smiled slightly.
Nappa's heart sank instantly.
So Broly already understands how Saiyan recovery works.
That's bad.
What if he refuses to give me the bean later?
Or worse—
What if he plans to heal me only to torture me again?
A chilling realization suddenly hit Nappa.
For the first time—
He genuinely felt fear toward Broly.
"Using this method… how high can your power level rise?"
Broly asked casually.
"At least… over 100,000…"
Nappa gritted his teeth while answering through pain.
"I'm looking forward to it."
Broly nodded seriously.
Like he had just heard about an interesting experiment.
Then he placed one hand firmly on the back of Nappa's head.
"Stay here and enjoy the pain for a while. I'll come back once you're close to dying again."
Nappa struggled violently.
But Broly's hand pinned him down like iron.
His face was pressed directly into the dirt.
Then—
Broly released him.
And vanished into the sky at terrifying speed toward Vegeta's location.
…
Meanwhile—
Vegeta had already arrived in a nearby town and entered a restaurant.
The place looked fairly clean.
The smell of butter, roasted meat, and spices filled the air.
"This. This one too. And all of those."
Vegeta pointed rapidly through the menu.
"In fact, bring me everything."
He ordered over fifty dishes in one breath.
The restaurant owner stared blankly.
A middle-aged bald man wearing a greasy apron slowly lowered his notepad.
He glanced between Vegeta's damaged battle armor and his arrogant expression.
"Sir… are you eating alone?"
"Hmph. Do you see anyone else here?"
Vegeta folded his arms coldly.
"Well… of course that's fine…" the owner forced a smile.
"But… do you actually have money?"
Vegeta: "..."
His face darkened instantly.
As a planetary conqueror—
Why would he carry money?
In Vegeta's worldview—
The weak naturally provided food for the strong.
And even if he had money—
He only possessed universal Frieza Force currency chips.
Completely useless on Earth.
"Enough nonsense. Bring the food."
Vegeta's patience vanished.
The owner finally understood.
This lunatic intended to dine and dash.
He immediately stepped backward nervously.
Then clapped loudly.
CLAP! CLAP!
The restaurant's back door opened.
Four huge muscular men stepped out.
Each over six feet tall.
Arms bulging with muscle.
Faces filled with menace.
They surrounded Vegeta immediately.
Vegeta merely snorted.
He never even stood up.
Then—
The world blurred.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
All four men were launched backward simultaneously.
The entire exchange lasted less than one second.
Vegeta still sat calmly in his chair with folded arms.
As though nothing happened.
The owner turned pale.
His legs shook violently.
"Now… can you cook my food properly?"
Vegeta asked coldly.
"Yes! Of course! Right away!"
The owner nearly tripped while sprinting toward the kitchen.
"And if I find out you spat in my food…"
Vegeta raised one finger.
A tiny blue energy sphere formed at his fingertip.
Then—
Flick.
BOOOOM!!!
The blast exploded outside the restaurant entrance.
The owner's face instantly lost all color.
"I-I would never do that!"
Vegeta ignored him completely.
Soon—
Dishes rapidly arrived one after another.
Steak.
Soup.
Seafood pasta.
Vegeta immediately began devouring everything at absurd speed.
Then—
WHOOSH!
Three figures descended outside the restaurant.
Piccolo.
Krillin.
And Gohan.
The restaurant doors swung open.
The three entered.
Vegeta froze mid-bite.
A chunk of steak remained hanging from his fork.
He genuinely didn't expect them to find him this quickly.
Without scouters—
How did they know where I was?
Could they really locate opponents through energy sensing alone?
Vegeta's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
That ability…
It seemed incredibly useful.
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