...
Near the nameless planet, two figures clashed in a frenzy.
The battle grew more terrifying by the second—every exchange between them was a collision of ultimate power.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Their blows seemed capable of tearing the very fabric of space apart. As time passed, more and more bruises and impact marks appeared across Cooler's body—each one a testament to Broly's relentless assault.
"Damn it… damn it…!"
"How are you this strong?!"
Pain twisted Cooler's face as he abruptly pulled back, creating distance. Raising both hands, purple rays of death flared between his fingers.
"Go!!"
BOOM!!
A force equivalent to 100 billion in power shook the cosmos.
Facing the incoming barrage, Broly remained expressionless. He raised his fist and punched straight into the incoming death beams.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One beam after another shattered under his fists.
With his physique, that level of power was nothing more than a tickle.
However.
"DIE!!"
The moment Broly smashed the final beam—
Cooler suddenly appeared at his side, channeling all his strength into a single punch.
Crackle! Snap!
Wrapped in crackling electricity, the strike drilled forward like a venomous dragon, smashing toward Broly's face.
BOOM!!!
This was Cooler's strongest attack.
The impact unleashed a monstrous shockwave, and he was convinced it would blow this brute's head clean off.
"…Was that supposed to tickle me?"
A calm voice slipped into his ears.
Cooler's pupils shrank violently.
The massive Saiyan's head hadn't exploded.
Instead.
It slowly turned toward him, tanking the full force of a 100-billion-power strike without even flinching.
Broly's gaze was calm.
Too calm.
Like a monster staring down prey.
"So this is the result of your eight years of training? …Pretty underwhelming."
He grinned.
"How… is that possible?!"
Cooler felt his worldview collapsing.
His strongest attack in base form—
Hadn't even left a scratch.
"Then it's my turn."
Before Cooler could react—
Broly's heavy punch slammed into his abdomen.
"AAAAAARGH!!"
Cooler was blasted from space, crashing back onto the surface of the nameless planet.
BOOM!!
A massive crater formed upon impact.
Lying at its center, agonizing pain flooded through his entire body as blood burst from his mouth.
"Cough… cough…!"
To be fair, the Frost Demon race possessed terrifying durability.
Even after enduring so many of Broly's attacks—
Cooler still managed to stand.
"H-How… how is this possible?!"
Wiping the blood from his lips, he stared at Broly, who descended from space once more.
"You're just a savage Saiyan monkey—what right do you have to surpass a Frost Demon like me?!"
"I refuse to believe it!!"
Cooler leapt out of the crater, roaring hysterically.
Behind him, from the cracks in the ground, faint golden light from the Super Dragon Ball seeped through—
But he completely ignored it.
His aura suddenly began to change.
Seeing this, Broly's eyes sharpened.
He knew...
Cooler was about to transform.
"Hmph. Do you think I'm dumb enough to let you?"
After following Gran for so many years, Broly had long since matured.
This wasn't a tournament—
It was a fight to the death.
If Cooler completed his transformation, Broly knew he would be forced into a berserk state to win.
And once he lost control...
Too many variables came into play.
He didn't want that.
So...
Broly shot forward like a bolt of lightning, aiming to finish it before the transformation could complete.
However.
Just as he closed in—
BOOM!!
It was like the sun itself had exploded.
Violent. Blazing. Boundless.
The sheer force distorted—and even shattered—space itself.
"WHAT?!"
Broly was instantly blasted away, only stabilizing himself after being hurled tens of thousands of meters back.
He knew—
He was too late.
After eight years of training, Cooler's transformation speed had become terrifyingly fast.
...
Meanwhile.
Far from the battlefield, Bulma hovered in space.
Feeling the terrifying surge of power from the nameless planet, her heart clenched.
"No way… wasn't Cooler's energy weakening earlier? Why did it suddenly spike like this?!"
"Damn it… does Broly have to go berserk again just to beat him?!"
"Gran, where are you?!"
She clutched her chest, as if that alone could suppress her fear.
At that very moment.
Whoosh!
A tall, composed figure appeared beside her.
Bulma's eyes lit up instantly. She grabbed his arm tightly.
"Gran—you're finally back!"
"Mm."
Gran nodded, glancing at her.
"At least you're not stupid. You knew to leave the battlefield."
"..."
Bulma's excitement instantly turned into irritation.
So annoying…!
Suppressing her frustration, she hurriedly said:
"Gran—it's Cooler! He came looking for us again!"
"I saw. He's much stronger than before. As expected of the Frost Demon race."
"Then… how strong is he now? Can Broly still beat him?"
"His power is already approaching the Divine Realm. And that's still not his limit. If Broly doesn't transform—he won't win."
Gran grabbed Bulma by the back of her collar and said calmly:
"Come. Let's get closer and watch."
"..."
Like a chick being carried, Bulma puffed out her cheeks in protest.
But...
Given the terrifying fluctuations from their battle, staying near Gran was the only place she felt safe.
Besides… she'd been carried like this before.
Thinking of that, she reluctantly accepted it.
Whoosh!
Gran moved through the starry sky at incredible speed, returning to the vicinity of the nameless planet in an instant.
Bulma held her chest—
So fast…
"Hmm."
Gran looked toward Cooler on the planet below.
"He's already entered his final form… but his aura is still rising."
A faint smile curved his lips.
"Looks like he's about to transform into his Golden state."
...
END OF CHAPTER
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