Broly pressed the button on the Dragon Radar. Following the radar's signal, he immediately looked toward the house.
He walked toward it.
Creak…
Broly pushed the door open.
From inside, a sudden burst of upbeat drum music filled the room.
Broly turned his head toward the source and saw an old man, face practically glued to the TV screen.
Broly curiously approached and saw three bikini-clad women dancing on the television.
He'd seen TVs at Bulma's house before, so this wasn't anything new. But what Broly didn't understand was—what was so great about watching these three women?
Losing interest, Broly started searching the room for the Dragon Ball.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted it—the Dragon Ball was hanging around the old man's neck.
Broly felt like fortune had smiled on him. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and yanked the Dragon Ball from the man's neck.
The old man snapped out of his trance and turned to Broly in shock.
"What are you doing?" he asked, glancing at Broly and then at the missing Dragon Ball from his neck.
"Mine," Broly said, holding the Dragon Ball up.
"Who are you?" the old man asked, puzzled. "How did you get here?"
"Flew… flew here," Broly said, pointing at the ceiling.
The old man: "…"
"Flight technique? Are you one of Crane Hermit's disciples?" the old man asked, frowning.
"Who?" Broly looked confused.
"That damn Crane Hermit sent a kid to mess with me? Why not send a few pretty girls instead?!" Master Roshi grumbled, clenching his fists in frustration.
Broly scratched his head. He didn't get it at all.
After a moment of silence, he pointed again at the Dragon Ball. "Mine."
"I found that ball this year while diving in the ocean… You want it?" Master Roshi snorted. "Tough luck. I'm not giving it to you!"
He stepped forward and snatched the Dragon Ball back.
"Mine!" Broly glared angrily at him.
"Nope! Not giving it! So there!" Master Roshi stuck his tongue out defiantly.
Whoosh!
Broly lunged forward and slammed his hand on Master Roshi's head.
Master Roshi: "…"
He's fast…
Since when did Crane Hermit have such a strong disciple?
Boom!
Broly, still holding Master Roshi's head, charged straight through the house's wall, burst out onto the island, and smashed him face-first into the ground.
Roshi's skull made direct contact with the beach.
Then, with both hands, Broly rubbed his head forcefully back and forth against the sand.
Master Roshi screamed in pain.
A minute later—
Broly snatched the Dragon Ball from his hand and planted a foot on Roshi's back.
"Mine," Broly declared, clutching the ball.
Master Roshi was on the verge of tears.
A dignified martial arts master like me… beaten up by a kid? How humiliating…
Who is this brat, anyway?!
"Mine!" Broly said again stubbornly.
Master Roshi stayed silent.
"You say yes," Broly added.
Master Roshi: "…"
He was utterly defeated—mentally, emotionally, and physically.
"Kid, I'm letting you off the hook 'cause you're young. But if you push me too far, I won't go easy on you!" Master Roshi shouted in anger.
Smack!
Broly grabbed Roshi's turtle shell and started flinging him in all directions like a ragdoll.
Another full minute passed.
"Mine! You say yes!" Broly yelled, holding the Dragon Ball high.
"Yes… it's yours… take it…" Master Roshi choked through his tears. "Kid, don't you know anything about martial ethics?!"
Broly, satisfied at last, tucked the Dragon Ball into his shirt and hugged it happily.
Then he slowly ascended into the sky.
"Hey! Are you really that Crane Hermit's disciple?" Roshi called up loudly.
"No… don't know him," Broly replied. He pressed the button on the Dragon Radar, and his body lit up.
Whoosh!
Broly shot off into the sky like a comet, leaving a trail of light behind as he vanished from sight.
Master Roshi's eyes widened in shock.
Despite the pain, he forced himself up, removed his turtle shell—and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
The edges of the shell were cracked.
He tapped the edge with a finger, and the material immediately crumbled.
Cold sweat poured down his back.
That kid wasn't even going all out…
If he had used a bit more force…
Master Roshi shivered violently, his face going pale.
Who the hell is he?
At least he's not one of Crane Hermit's disciples… thank god.
He felt a wave of lingering fear—but also relief.
…
Forty minutes later.
Broly returned to Capsule Corporation with two Dragon Balls and reappeared at Ken's side, pulling them out from inside his shirt.
"Found… found them," Broly grinned wide.
"Oh? Two of them?" Ken raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.
"Coincidence," Broly answered. "From old man… took…"
"Never mind, I'll check the footage," Ken muttered, removing the monitor camera from Broly's head. He plugged it into a nearby computer and started the playback.
Broly leaned in close, curiously watching over his shoulder.
Soon, the screen displayed Master Roshi's face.
"That's… that's him! Wouldn't give! So I hit him!" Broly explained.
Sure enough, Ken watched as Broly proceeded to rough up Roshi and casually snatched the Dragon Ball.
Ken: "…"
After reviewing the footage carefully, he confirmed that Broly hadn't used any real force.
Given Broly's power level, even a light tap could have turned Roshi into dust.
But judging by the video, Roshi only suffered superficial injuries.
"Not bad, not bad." Ken nodded approvingly and patted Broly on the shoulder. "Nicely done."
Don't let his goofy looks fool you—this guy's not dumb at all.
Ken had only sent him out to find one Dragon Ball, and the guy brought back two.
"Alright, next—another mission." Ken smiled.
"Mission! I like! Can hit people!" Broly beamed.
Ken: "…"
"Stop thinking about hitting people all the time…" Ken wiped his forehead.
"Hit people! Feels good!" Broly replied.
Ken had no words.
This guy really did have the makings of a God of Destruction.
(End of Chapter)
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