In the time that followed, Bulma began conducting detailed scans of the Super Dragon Ball beneath their feet.
Gran couldn't make heads or tails of her technical process, so he turned to Broly, who was standing outside the lab.
"Stay here and protect her. I'll go destroy a few planets and come back for you later."
"Don't worry, Big Brother Gran. In this universe, aside from you, no one else should be my match."
"That's quite the bold claim—but with your physique, it's only natural."
Gran chuckled.
He cast one last glance at Bulma inside the lab. Without another word, he raised two fingers to his forehead—
Whoosh!
He vanished instantly.
With Gran gone, only Broly and Bulma remained on the planet.
The surroundings were eerily quiet. But then again, this was a Super Dragon Ball—completely devoid of life.
There wasn't even oxygen here.
Yet thanks to Whis granting them the ability to survive in the vacuum of space years ago, neither Broly nor Bulma was affected.
Zzzzt!
Inside the lab, after completing her scans, Bulma got to work—sparks flying as she began welding components together.
In just half an hour, the Super Dragon Ball Radar was already more than halfway complete.
It had to be said—Bulma was a once-in-a-generation genius.
Broly stood guard outside, watching over her. Just as he thought everything would proceed smoothly—
A terrifying surge of energy suddenly erupted from the direction of the Eastern Galaxy.
Boom!
The stars trembled as if shaken by an unseen force. Something dreadful was rapidly approaching.
"Hm?"
Broly, who had been standing with his arms crossed, lowered them and fixed his gaze toward the Eastern Galaxy.
"W-What's happening?"
Bulma stepped out of the lab, still holding her welding tool, her voice trembling slightly.
"It feels like a powerful fighter is heading this way. Bulma—quick, pack up the lab!"
Broly frowned.
Hearing this, Bulma panicked. She hurriedly tossed the welding tool back inside, ran out, and pressed a button near the wall.
Poof!
The entire laboratory instantly collapsed back into capsule form.
Grabbing the capsule, Bulma suddenly remembered something. She walked up to Broly, jumped up—and smacked him on the head.
"Did you just call me Bulma? Show some respect! Call me Big Sister Bulma!"
"..."
Broly's face instantly went stiff.
Back when he was younger, Bulma had always forced him to address her that way—otherwise, no food for him.
This woman is evil…
Broly grumbled inwardly.
But the thought of losing access to food made him shiver.
In the end, he gave in. Blushing, he stammered:
"B-Big Sister Bulma…"
"Hmph, that's more like it!"
Bulma placed her hands on her hips and laughed proudly.
So what if he was the attendant of a God of Destruction? She could still keep him in line!
After basking in her small victory, she nudged him again, worry creeping into her voice.
"That strong guy… he's not coming for us, is he?"
"We've only just arrived, and we haven't offended anyone. He probably isn't here for us."
Ever since following Gran, Broly's personality and awareness had changed drastically compared to before.
Now, as he analyzed the situation, a sharp glint of intelligence flickered in his eyes.
"That makes sense… but in those TV dramas, random strong fighters passing by are usually dangerous. What if he attacks us?"
Bulma looked uneasy.
"Don't worry. Judging by his aura, he's fairly strong—but not stronger than me."
Though Broly hadn't trained under Beerus or Whis, Gran personally guided him whenever he had time.
As a result, aside from gods like Gran, no one truly knew the extent of Broly's strength.
"That's a relief."
Bulma finally let out a breath.
The two fell silent, waiting for the mysterious figure to pass by.
However.
Three minutes later…
Broly's expression darkened.
Bulma swallowed hard.
That terrifying aura wasn't passing by at all—it was heading straight toward them.
"Who the hell is this guy? My Super Dragon Ball Radar is almost finished, and now he's delaying me—how annoying!"
Bulma gritted her teeth.
"Broly, if he lands here… beat him up for me!"
"Understood, Big Sister Bulma."
Broly's voice turned cold as he began loosening his joints.
Meanwhile, in the Eastern Galaxy, Cooler was speeding toward the nameless planet.
"I wonder just how strong Lord Gran really is… Could I have already surpassed him?"
Cooler muttered to himself.
When he first met Gran, he hadn't truly grasped his strength—he only respected him because of his status as a God of Destruction candidate.
But later, when he was nearly beaten to death by the young Broly—
Gran had appeared between them, effortlessly blocking Broly's attack and saving his life.
At the time, Gran's power felt unfathomable.
But now, looking back…
It didn't seem quite so overwhelming anymore.
"Better meet Lord Gran first. After all, he did save my life."
Cooler shook his head.
Ever since that moment, he had begun to admire Gran—
His status.
His strength.
Everything about him.
And yet… now he felt a trace of unease.
What if he had already surpassed Gran?
Wouldn't that shatter his image of a God of Destruction candidate?
Gods like them were supposed to stand invincible above all.
Lost in his thoughts, Cooler accelerated, drawing closer and closer to the nameless planet.
Suddenly—
"Where is he?"
Cooler spotted two figures on the planet below.
According to the report, the God of Destruction candidate should be there…
So why couldn't he see him?
"…Wait. That guy…"
Cooler's gaze locked onto the towering, bull-like figure.
The more he looked, the more familiar it felt.
Then—
A flash of realization struck his mind.
The image of young Broly overlapped perfectly with the figure before him.
It was identical.
That person—
Was the very same Saiyan child who had nearly beaten him to death back then.
END OF CHAPTER
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