c16: The Great Underwater Adventure
Although bathing with a beautiful 16-year-old girl was indeed an alluring situation something he might not even have been able to buy with money in his previous life
Broly still chose restraint.
Even though Saiyans in the Dragon Ball manga were naturally driven by instinct and battle desire, they were not devoid of personal will. Individuals like Son Goku and even Vegeta had demonstrated that self-control and personal principles could exist despite their violent racial nature.
Broly didn't want to take advantage of Su Xiaoyou by exploiting his current childlike appearance to lower her guard and deceive her. That kind of behavior would make him no different from someone shameless and opportunistic.
Wouldn't that make him just like that damned Momonosuke?
Broly knew very well that he wasn't some saint.
He had desires. Strong ones.
Saiyan physiology itself amplified certain impulses battle lust, excitement, adrenaline and those emotional surges often translated into physical reactions. But even so, he still had a bottom line.
If he were truly someone without restraint, then with his current level of power, power that could already rival or surpass many elite warriors seen in the Saiyan invasion era he could have destroyed entire cities or even reshaped the environment countless times without consequence.
But he hadn't.
Because there was still a line he refused to cross.
Besides, in his current childlike body, even if his soul was that of an adult, the mismatch itself would only make the situation more uncomfortable.
After all, although Su Xiaoyou wasn't particularly voluptuous, she was still the type of girl who would have been considered a goddess in his past life. If she actually stood naked in front of him, it would be impossible for him to remain completely unaffected.
Saiyan bodies responded strongly to stimulation, this was a race that thrived on heightened emotional states, after all.
To avoid embarrassing himself, he decisively spoke toward the door:
"No need, I can handle it myself."
"Really?" Su Xiaoyou clearly hesitated, her voice lingering with a trace of reluctance.
"Really!" Broly answered firmly, cutting off any further attempt.
"...Alright then."
As her footsteps gradually faded away, Broly slowly sank into the bathwater.
Using a subtle release of ki, he reheated the water. This kind of fine control raising temperature without causing destruction was something he had only recently begun to master, similar in concept to how experienced martial artists could manipulate ki for non-combat purposes.
Soon, white steam filled the bathroom.
At this moment, Broly's thoughts drifted.
Had he made a mistake?
Was suppressing his desires really the correct choice?
In the Dragon Ball world, Saiyans didn't suppress their instincts, they embraced them. Their entire evolution revolved around combat, emotion, and explosive growth through battle.
Yet here he was, constantly restraining himself.
Would that lead to an even greater backlash later?
His long-held principles, the moral framework from his previous life, were like invisible chains binding him.
At the same time, the blood of a Saiyan especially a mutant like himself continuously stimulated his senses.
Fight.
Destroy.
Overwhelm.
These urges weren't imagined, they were biological.
"Could it be…"
"That my physiological desires weren't eliminated, only suppressed?"
"And that this suppression is accumulating… eventually leading to those moments where I lose control during battle?"
His mind recalled the earlier incident, the brief loss of consciousness, the surge of violent instinct, the overwhelming urge to destroy.
That wasn't normal.
Even for a Saiyan.
To verify this hypothesis, Broly quickly dried himself, put on his clothes, and stepped outside.
With a slight bend of his knees, He shot into the sky.
Flight, driven by ki, propelled him forward at high speed. Unlike aircraft, Saiyan flight relied entirely on energy output and control, allowing for instant acceleration and directional changes.
After flying for about ten minutes, Broly reached the vast ocean.
Below him, endless water stretched to the horizon.
Soon, he spotted an uninhabited island, one of Japan's thousands of remote islands scattered across the Pacific.
Japan, while limited in landmass, possessed a vast maritime zone largely due to these distant islands.
Many of them were nothing more than rocky outcrops or coral formations.
And this one was particularly barren.
The island was composed mainly of reefs and hardened coral rock, its surface uneven and pitted, resembling rough, diseased skin.
There was no vegetation.
No signs of life.
No human presence.
Looking at this unpleasant terrain, Broly felt an instinctive sense of rejection.
Without thinking too much, he raised his hand.
A sphere of ki formed in his palm.
Unlike earlier, this energy wasn't carefully restrained, it was dense, compressed, and violent, similar to the raw blasts used by Saiyan warriors during planetary invasions.
With a flick of his wrist, He fired.
The ki blast struck the island instantly.
A deafening explosion followed.
The entire landmass shattered under the impact, the reef structure collapsing as seawater rushed in, swallowing the remains.
Within seconds, the island disappeared beneath the ocean.
After releasing a portion of the excess energy building up inside him, Broly felt noticeably lighter.
A low groan escaped his throat.
This kind of release pure, destructive output felt almost… natural.
At this moment, Broly had no idea that such an action, if placed in a geopolitical context, could potentially alter maritime boundaries or reduce territorial claims.
But he didn't care.
Because that wasn't his goal.
Destroying the island had only been a side effect.
His true objective was below.
The deep sea.
Without activating any protective energy barrier, Broly plunged directly into the ocean.
This decision wasn't reckless.
Saiyan bodies were incredibly resilient. Even without ki reinforcement, their physical durability far exceeded that of humans. Combined with his current power level, the pressure of deep water posed little immediate threat.
As he descended, sunlight gradually faded.
The water grew darker.
Colder.
The pressure increased steadily.
At around 100 meters below the surface, a massive great white shark suddenly emerged from the shadows.
Its body cut through the water like a torpedo, jaws wide open, rows of serrated teeth glinting faintly in the dim light and it lunged straight at Broly.
Broly felt the resistance in the water immediately after engaging, the dense pressure of the deep sea drastically slowing his movements. His punches, which could normally shatter rock and pulverize enemies instantly, became noticeably sluggish, requiring far greater force and control.
This meant one thing, he was expending more energy with every movement.
But instead of frustration, a surge of excitement rose within him.
For a Saiyan, especially one with abnormal potential like Broly, environments that restricted movement and increased energy consumption were ideal for training. Just like how fighters in the Dragon Ball manga used gravity chambers or harsh environments to push their limits, this deep sea pressure acted as a natural training ground.
This was truly a perfect place to train and vent.
Broly's original intention to kill the creature with a single punch like he normally would instantly changed.
Instead, he adjusted his strength deliberately.
He threw a controlled punch at the great white shark, the impact sending a shockwave through the water and stunning the creature rather than obliterating it outright.
The massive predator froze.
For a moment, a man and a fish stared at each other in the dim ocean, both wide-eyed.
The great white shark, whose instincts had been honed over millions of years, immediately sensed that something was terribly wrong.
This wasn't prey.
This was something far more dangerous.
Still, driven by instinct, it lunged again, jaws opening wide in a desperate attempt to assert dominance.
Broly simply raised his hand and shoved it aside.
The force behind that casual motion traveled through the water like a compressed shockwave, sending the shark's body spinning.
That single interaction was enough.
Fear replaced instinct.
The great white shark, one of the ocean's apex predators immediately turned and fled, escaping as fast as it could, terrified of this strange creature with two arms and two legs that moved freely in the crushing depths.
Broly watched it leave but didn't pursue.
After dealing with the shark, he continued descending.
Five hundred meters.
Seven hundred meters.
Nine hundred meters.
At this depth, sunlight had completely vanished.
The ocean was pitch black, illuminated only by scattered bioluminescent organisms.
Here, Broly saw creatures unlike anything near the surface strange, twisted forms with translucent bodies, elongated limbs, and glowing organs adapted for survival in extreme conditions.
Some had oversized eyes.
Some had no eyes at all.
Others emitted faint light from within their bodies.
Broly tilted his head slightly.
Perhaps the lack of light here had shaped their evolution.
Without the need for visual appeal or even visibility—these creatures had abandoned conventional forms entirely.
Suddenly a massive shadow loomed behind him.
At that moment, Broly was casually observing a translucent jellyfish, its faint glow pulsing rhythmically in the darkness.
Before he could react, a thick tentacle, lined with powerful suckers, wrapped tightly around his waist.
Immediately after a pair of enormous, bronze-like eyes opened in the darkness behind him.
It was a giant squid.
Its body stretched nearly 17 meters long, its presence dominating the surrounding waters like a true deep-sea monarch.
The creature paused.
Confused.
According to its understanding, anything caught in its tentacles should have been crushed instantly by the immense pressure and strength of its grip.
Yet the "prey" in its grasp showed no signs of damage.
But instinct overrode hesitation.
The giant squid opened its beak-like mouth and forcefully dragged Broly inward, intending to tear him apart and swallow him whole.
Inside that suffocating darkness, Broly didn't panic.
On the contrary his eyes lit up slightly.
He had never seen such massive squid tentacles before.
The texture.
The size.
The sheer volume of flesh.
A strange thought surfaced in his mind.
Wouldn't this taste incredible if grilled?
Even as he was being pulled into the creature's mouth, his body remained completely unaffected. His Saiyan physique, combined with his current level of power, rendered the crushing force meaningless.
Then be raised a single finger.
A pinpoint of ki gathered at the tip.
Unlike large-scale blasts, this was an extremely concentrated energy attack, similar in principle to techniques used by elite fighters who focused their power into a single point for maximum penetration.
A flash of white light pierced through the darkness.
In the next instant
It shot straight through the giant squid's head, exiting cleanly through the opposite side.
The enormous body froze.
Then went limp.
Broly had just eliminated this deep-sea monster often mistaken in ancient human legends as a "kraken" or sea demon with a single, precise strike.
Grabbing one of its massive tentacles, Broly began dragging the corpse.
The scent of blood quickly spread through the water.
And with it came attention.
From the darkness below, several large presences began to stir.
Among them a sperm whale.
The massive creature approached cautiously, its sonar pulses probing the unfamiliar intruder.
But what it encountered was something far beyond its comprehension.
Five minutes later the sperm whale retreated.
Its massive head was covered in swelling marks, its movements sluggish, and its demeanor… defeated.
If it could cry, it probably would have.
If Broly had known how to properly prepare and cook whale meat, it might have ended the same way as the giant squid captured and taken away as food.
After spending some more time in the deep sea, casually bullying other massive creatures and releasing the excess energy building up in his body, Broly finally came to a conclusion.
His earlier hypothesis
Was correct.
As long as he didn't excessively suppress his instincts and allowed his power to flow naturally during combat, his mind remained stable.
There was no loss of consciousness.
No uncontrollable rampage.
Saiyans were, by nature, a race that grew stronger through battle and emotional release.
Trying to constantly restrain that instinct was like blocking a volcano, it would only erupt more violently later.
Understanding this, Broly felt a surge of excitement.
Grabbing the 17-meter-long giant squid, he shot upward through the ocean at high speed.
Water pressure, darkness, resistance
None of it could stop him.
Breaking through the surface with a loud splash, Broly flew back toward land.
Tonight
He was going to have a proper meal.
A barbecue.
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