The meat varieties on Planet Vegeta seemed quite average, and without any spices to help, it was barely edible beyond satisfying hunger, with no texture to speak of.
However, for Broly, who had spent years eating insect eggs, it was a joyful feast; every bite felt like tasting a peerless delicacy, and his expression was as satisfied as if he had ascended to heaven.
Moreover, this was the first time Broly had ever eaten something so delicious.
A large sausage was quickly devoured by Broly, who even licked the grease off his fingers, not missing a single gap between them.
After finishing the sausage, Broly let out a loud burp, patted his stomach with a look of pure satisfaction, and left a trace of grease on the corner of his mouth.
"Had your fill? Can we start now?" Caselar snorted coldly and asked indifferently, arms crossed, tapping his toe lightly on the ground with a hint of impatience in his eyes.
"I'm full!" Broly nodded, swallowing the last bite of sausage and licking his lips as his gaze became focused.
"Come then! Kid! I'm going to return the humiliation I just suffered a hundredfold!" Caselar said, baring his teeth. His fists clenched, knuckles cracking, as his red aura surged once more, making the soil beneath his feet tremble slightly.
Broly wasted no more words. With a kick off the ground, he charged rapidly toward Caselar, golden aura exploding behind him, moving so fast he left a golden afterimage in the air.
Simultaneously, Broly reached out his small hand, fingers splayed, grabbing directly for Caselar's head with clear, simple, and brutal movements.
"Naive! The same trick! You dare use it before me a second time!" Caselar was exasperated, a flash of anger in his eyes. He lowered his stance and delivered an elbow strike directly into Broly's chest, the tip of his elbow hitting Broly's sternum with a dull thud.
Broly's body trembled slightly, his chest leaning back as his footsteps paused for a moment, but then he acted as if nothing had happened, grinning to reveal two rows of white teeth as if the strike were merely a tickle.
Slap!
In the next instant, Broly's hand was already pressed onto Caselar's head, his five fingers like iron pincers firmly gripping the top of his skull, knuckles straining as his nails dug into the scalp.
He slammed him violently into the ground, the movement crisp and efficient, carrying a force of pure tyranny.
Boom!
Accompanied by a loud crash, the back of Caselar's head made intimate contact with the earth. Soil flew everywhere as a shallow crater was smashed into the ground, cracks spreading outward from the pit.
At that moment, Caselar felt his head buzzing. Countless golden stars floated before his eyes, waves of dizziness hit him, and his ears were filled with a roaring sound. His monocle was knocked askew, its lens covered in dirt.
Broly repeated his previous tactic, grabbing one of Caselar's fingers and dragging his body, swinging him back and forth, left and right, without stopping.
Caselar's massive frame was as light as nothing in Broly's hands, being swung around and slammed into the dark blue plants, each impact kicking up a cloud of dirt and shredded leaves.
Caselar let out series of pig-like squeals of agony, the sound echoing under Planet Namek's green sky, startling distant birds into flight as they circled among the golden clouds.
Dyspo: "..."
Cocotte: "..."
The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness.
The corner of Dyspo's mouth twitched incessantly, his purple face covered in dark lines, and his ears drooped powerlessly.
Cocotte bit her lower lip, her red hair fluttering gently in the breeze as her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes.
Caselar is such an idiot—how did he get beaten by this guy again?
Falling for the exact same trick a second time!
"Enough!" Dyspo roared, his voice like thunder exploding across the open land.
He shouted sternly at Broly, veins popping on his forehead, his purple skin turning darker with rage.
Broly ignored him entirely, still clutching Caselar's finger while slamming his body back and forth against the ground.
His movements were crisp and decisive, every strike landing solidly and without mercy.
Caselar's body traced arcs through the air as he was swung to and fro.
"I said enough!" Dyspo's forehead veins bulged. He bared his teeth, trembling with rage, his fists clenching with a creak, yet he didn't dare rush forward.
Broly was too absorbed in the beating; Dyspo feared accidentally harming Caselar.
Thud!
Broly stomped on Caselar's stomach with full force.
Pfft...
Caselar spat out a large mouthful of blood, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out instantly.
His monocle hung crookedly, his eyelids closed heavily, and with blood staining the corner of his mouth, he lay slumped on the ground like a pile of mud.
Broly rummaged through Caselar's person, pulling out the silver-white Energy Gun and snatching the box from his waist.
That silver-white box containing Vegeta.
He glanced sideways at Dyspo with a hint of smugness in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
Then he turned and left with a light step, like a child who had just acquired a new toy.
After returning to Rez's side, Broly took Vegeta out of the box and held him up to examine him closely.
The tiny "Vegeta" lay in his rough palm, pointed at both ends and bulging in the middle, looking like a peculiar seed.
"Hey, are you okay?" Broly flicked Vegeta with his finger.
Vegeta's body remained motionless, though only his eyeballs were spinning.
Those eyeballs looked exceptionally large in the tiny body, rolling around as if searching for an exit or perhaps expressing some complex emotion.
"Eh? The eyeballs can turn!" Broly's interest was piqued instantly, his eyes lighting up and his mouth splitting into a wide grin.
He extended a finger and pointed to Vegeta's left side.
Vegeta's eyes turned toward the left, his pupils following Broly's finger like an obedient little pet.
Broly then moved his finger to Vegeta's right side.
Vegeta's eyeballs looked to the right again, following Broly's finger mechanically.
Broly grinned, laughing like a child whose prank had succeeded.
He extended his index finger and began circling it around Vegeta's forehead—one lap, two laps, three laps—moving faster and faster.
Ten seconds later.
Countless spiral black lines appeared before Vegeta's eyes, and white foam began to leak from his mouth.
His eyeballs stopped moving and stared straight up, his pupils dilated; the whole person seemed to have been spun into a stupor.
Rez: "..."
Rez looked at the Vegeta in Broly's hand, the corner of his mouth twitching, his face full of helplessness.
Linoshi pressed a hand to her forehead, suppressing a laugh, though her shoulders shook slightly and her hand instinctively covered her mouth.
"Stop playing, Broly. You're going to play Vegeta to death like that!" Rez quickly scolded in a low voice.
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