In Gran's line of sight, on that nameless planet, Cooler had entered a new form—four sharp horns protruded from his head, and a mask-like bio-armor covered his mouth.
This was his final form.
At the same time, Cooler also noticed Gran's presence.
"Lord Gran!"
He was instantly elated. The god he admired—he could finally see him again.
Cooler glanced toward Broly in the distance.
Good… good…
At least his earlier humiliation hadn't been witnessed by Gran.
"AAAAAAAH!!"
"You damn Saiyan monkey—did you really think that was all I had?!"
"Watch closely—this is my true power!"
Lightning crackled wildly around Cooler as his aura surged higher and higher, like a demon on the verge of awakening.
Then—
At its peak!
His purple aura suddenly transformed into blazing gold, and his body shifted from its pale purple-white into radiant gold.
Golden Cooler!
BOOM!
In the pitch-black universe, that golden brilliance shone like a second sun. A power that transcended mortals erupted across the nameless planet.
First Tier of the Divine Realm!
(PS: In the original canon, Frieza reached this state after only four months of training. Cooler had trained for eight years.)
Golden energy swept across the planet like a tidal wave, shattering the crust into countless cracks. From within, beams of golden light burst outward.
Even Cooler, who had been ignoring his surroundings, finally noticed something was off.
But he didn't care.
Right now, all he wanted was to display his overwhelming strength before the God of Destruction Candidate.
"Die!!"
With a powerful kick, he launched himself forward, becoming a streak of light as he charged straight at Broly.
Outside the battlefield, Bulma grew anxious.
"Lord Gran, shouldn't you step in and kill Cooler? I'm afraid Broly might be killed before he even loses control!"
"Relax," Gran replied calmly. "The Frost Demon race is tough—but the legendary Saiyan physique is just as formidable. Just watch."
With a flick of his hand, a purple barrier enveloped both him and Bulma. The raging energy crashing from the planet instantly dissolved into harmless sparks upon contact.
Meanwhile.
Because Broly was still conscious, his power remained capped at 150 billion. Against Golden Cooler's divine-level strength, he was completely outmatched.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A storm of blows rained down on him. His injuries piled up, blood spilling endlessly from his mouth.
And yet—
He endured.
Cooler was stunned.
This was the power he had forged over eight years of relentless training. He had believed it was enough to surpass even a God of Destruction Candidate.
And yet...
He still couldn't kill this Saiyan immediately.
Worse, Broly's power… was rising again.
"Damn it!!"
Cooler knew exactly how terrifying this was—he had experienced it eight years ago.
If Broly wasn't killed instantly, he would only grow stronger… and stronger.
"Die!!"
Golden Cooler kicked Broly high into the sky, then brought his hands together before his chest, compressing all his energy into a single point—similar to Vegeta's Galick Gun.
BZZZZZZT!
The power condensed to an extreme limit. With a sharp crack, the energy sphere in his hands reached the Second Tier of the Divine Realm.
"Gran, save him!!" Bulma cried out in panic.
"No need," Gran said calmly. "Broly is about to lose control."
Just as he finished speaking—
Cooler hurled the attack.
At the same moment, Broly's pupils vanished, his eyes turning completely white.
His reason—gone.
BOOM!
The devastating attack struck him head-on.
"Hahahaha! Let's see you survive that!"
But just as Cooler laughed—
A beast-like roar erupted from the smoke above.
Then...
BOOM!
Brilliant green light exploded outward, tearing through the clouds of destruction.
"What?!"
Cooler's expression froze in horror.
As the smoke dissipated, Broly reappeared.
His hair… had turned emerald green.
The Legendary Super Saiyan!
After years of growth, Broly had finally awakened that fabled state.
According to the Grand Priest, the Saiyan ancestor Odys once used this very form to battle the Omni-King himself.
Now, Broly had stepped into that same realm—
His power surged into the First Tier of the Divine Realm.
And it wasn't stopping.
Given more time… more stimulation… he would only grow more terrifying.
"YES!!"
Bulma cheered in relief.
Gran smiled as well.
A monster like Broly didn't even need to train—his power would naturally increase over time.
And yet, he had trained.
Gran recalled the movie version of Broly, where Frieza had been beaten for over an hour.
He couldn't help but wonder—
Could Frieza's older brother endure just as long?
On the battlefield.
Cooler trembled as he stared at Broly.
"T-This… is that legendary Super Saiyan form spoken of among the Saiyans?"
"How is that possible?!"
"How could something like that exist?!"
"Die!!"
Like a madman, he unleashed a barrage of energy blasts.
They struck Broly one after another—
But in this form, Broly was like an indestructible titan. The attacks did nothing.
Originally, the berserk Broly hadn't even been targeting Cooler.
But after being bombarded—
His gaze locked onto him.
Then...
He descended.
BOOM!
His speed tore through space itself, cracks forming in the fabric of reality.
"Damn it! He's gone berserk again—just like before!!"
Cooler's heart filled with terror.
I have to run!
He turned and fled without hesitation.
But...
Broly was faster.
"NO!!!"
Cooler tried to fly toward Gran, hoping to be saved again—
But a hand seized his leg.
And then.
The beating began.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
His screams echoed across the shattered planet.
He tried to resist—
But Broly's power continued to climb, reaching the peak of the First Tier.
Against that overwhelming force, Cooler stood no chance.
Half an hour passed.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
An hour passed.
His bones shattered countless times.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
An hour and a half passed.
His arm was torn off. His legs were gone. His skull caved in by several centimeters.
And yet.
He still wasn't dead.
"T-This… what kind of monster is he?" Bulma covered her mouth in shock.
"As expected of the Frost Demon race… their durability is truly insane," Gran murmured.
"Gran… are you going to save him again?" Bulma asked.
"Save him?" Gran shook his head. "Why would I?"
"You saved him before…"
"That was before," Gran said calmly. "Back then, he knew how to behave, so I spared him. Now he's come back to die—why should I bother?"
His tone was indifferent.
Like a god looking down upon mortals.
Bulma shivered.
"Gran… if I were in danger, would you be this cold too?"
"No. I would save you."
"Really?!"
Her eyes lit up.
"Don't get the wrong idea," Gran said flatly. "You're the one who feeds Lord Beerus and the others. That's why you have certain privileges."
"…Huh?"
Bulma froze.
So her "special treatment"… came from being a glorified caretaker?
Still.
Immortality, eternal youth, survival in space.
All of it came from that role.
She puffed her cheeks… then lifted her chin proudly.
Not everyone gets to serve gods like this.
"Alright," Gran said. "This fight is over. Let's go down."
He carried Bulma and descended.
Below them—
The nameless planet was no more. Its crust had been completely destroyed, revealing the Super Dragon Ball beneath.
Cooler lay pinned against its surface, being mercilessly beaten.
Broly straddled him, punching relentlessly.
Cooler's consciousness faded.
Then.
Gran appeared.
He grabbed Broly's fist mid-swing—effortlessly stopping it.
Even with Broly's overwhelming power, Gran blocked him with ease.
"This… is Lord Gran's power?"
Cooler's thoughts trembled.
"I was foolish… to think I could surpass a God of Destruction…"
"Lord Gran… are you going to save me again?"
But when their eyes met—
He saw it.
Not indifference.
But disappointment.
"Lord Gran… is disappointed in me…"
His heart clenched.
And then..
His last breath slipped away.
His pupils lost focus.
Cooler… was dead.
"Gran… I think he's dead," Bulma whispered, peeking from behind him.
"Mm. He's dead."
Gran had already knocked out the berserk Broly.
Cooler's body was utterly ruined—limbs gone, skull crushed, not a single part intact.
Bulma beamed.
"The tyrant of the universe… finally gone!"
Broly deserves an extra drumstick for this!
The surroundings fell silent.
Gran stood there quietly, looking at Cooler.
"…I warned you back then," he said softly. "Why come back to die?"
"Go on… enjoy some angelic music in the afterlife."
He shook his head.
In his mind, he recalled how Frieza, after death, had been sent to paradise to listen to cheerful songs.
Cooler would likely share the same fate.
END OF CHAPTER
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