Hearing that Planet Vegeta had been destroyed because King Vegeta offended Beerus, a flash of satisfaction crossed Paragus' eyes, followed quickly by a profound sense of loss.
It was as if his life's obsession had suddenly vanished, and his spirit withered significantly.
"Is that so? To offend Lord Beerus... King Vegeta, you truly deserved to die! It's just a pity I won't be the one to get my revenge..."
Paragus looked at Turles with a pleading expression. "I don't know your relation to Bardock, but I hope you can look after Broly in the future. He..."
While Turles' main body was off retrieving Broly, he was multitasking, focusing his mind on familiarizing himself with Vegito's body.
"Tsk, Zamasu really was a waste," Turles muttered to himself. "I bet he didn't even tap into half of this body's true capabilities. As expected of Vegito, I suppose. The potential is a bottomless abyss..."
By the time Turles brought Broly back, Whis was already waiting. The Angel looked Broly up and down with keen interest.
"Ho ho ho. So this is the Legendary Super Saiyan Lord Turles mentioned? A mutant among Saiyans, it seems. And he hasn't even undergone formal training. What an excellent seedling..."
Turles chuckled. "Exactly. Broly has never had systematic training, and he can't control the energy inside him. I'll be taking him to train for the next day. It wouldn't be much fun if he went on a rampage in the middle of the arena."
"Is that so? Lord Turles, would you like my assistance?"
Whis was clearly intrigued by Broly's raw talent. The man was like a blank canvas, perfectly suited for a God of Destruction candidate. Whis could paint whatever he wanted on this canvas.
"Of course, if you're willing..."
Turles was slightly surprised by Whis' offer, but he didn't refuse. When it came to teaching, nobody was more professional than an Angel.
Notably, Turles only brought Broly back. As for Paragus? He had already passed away. Naturally, from old age. Turles would absolutely never admit that he had subtly tampered with the process.
"Alright, Broly. Let's eat first, and then we'll start the training."
"Eat?"
At the mention of food, Beerus and Whis' eyes lit up simultaneously, their true nature as gourmands fully revealed.
As robots brought out dish after dish of gourmet food, the group fell upon the feast like starving ghosts.
Broly, in particular, was a sight to behold. He had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. He transformed into a ravenous monster, stuffing his face at a terrifying speed.
Bulma and the others could only watch with twitching lips.
Once they were full, Turles led Broly, Whis, and Beerus to a specific area he had shrouded with his Time Power. As they approached, they saw Vegito (Turles) inside the zone, drenched in sweat from his own training.
"Ho ho ho. What a wonderful training ground. However, Lord Turles, before we begin the instruction, I must gauge Mr. Broly's current strength."
"No problem. I'll take care of it," Turles said. He turned to Broly. "Broly, fight him. Show me what you can do."
Broly blinked, looking at the man with the invincible smirk. "I... I..."
"It's alright. Don't be afraid of losing control. That power belongs to you. And even if you do go on a rampage, I can subdue you in an instant."
"Alright... okay."
As Broly agreed, the others stepped back, leaving the battlefield to Vegito (Turles) and Broly.
Vegito (Turles) smirked. "I'm coming for you, Broly!"
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, Vegito (Turles) appeared in front of Broly. His right fist cut through the air, smashing heavily into Broly's face.
Broly's features distorted under the impact before he was sent flying.
A moment later, a roar erupted from the distance.
Broly screamed, sounding like a frenzied beast as he charged back at Vegito (Turles).
"RAAAAAAGH!"
There was no technique—just raw height, brute force, and high-speed movement. He lunged straight for Vegito (Turles) and threw a massive punch.
Bang!
Vegito (Turles) caught Broly's fist in his palm, twisted his wrist, and slammed him into the ground with a powerful over-the-shoulder throw.
Boom!
A human-shaped crater formed in the earth. A moment later, an intense green light exploded from the pit.
Broly was enveloped in a flickering green aura. Erratic Ki blasts shot out in all directions, turning the surroundings into a wasteland. It was clear that Broly had zero control over his output.
"Aaaaaagh!"
He opened his mouth wide, instinctively venting his rage. His power level began to skyrocket.
His thick, black hair began to stand on end. His aura shifted into a turbulent mix of gold and green, and his black pupils flashed into a piercing gold.
The pressure of his Ki expanded to a staggering degree.
"Tsk. Interesting. Channeling the power of the Great Ape while remaining in human form? It's like a 'Youth Version' of Super Saiyan 4," Turles noted.
With another roar, Broly lunged at Vegito (Turles) again.
Crash!!
Their fists collided in mid-air, unleashing a shockwave of energy that swept across the landscape. The clouds above were shattered by the impact.
Dense rubble rose into the air only to be pulverized into dust by the pressure. As the two exchanged blows, they became blurs of light flickering across the sky.
Whis watched, impressed. "What remarkable battle instinct. He is learning Lord Turles' fighting techniques and improving at an incredible speed."
"Hmph. It's alright, I guess. Nothing special," Beerus muttered, crossing his arms. Despite his dismissive tone, even he could see the talent.
"Ho ho ho. Lord Beerus, you shouldn't say that. You must remember that Mr. Broly has never had a single day of formal training."
In the sky, Vegito (Turles) was equally surprised. He used to think the old movie version of Broly was a monster, but this new version was just as insane.
He could clearly feel Broly adapting to his rhythm and mimicking his combat style. Furthermore, the man was incredibly sturdy; his physical defense was so high that ordinary attacks couldn't even scratch him.
Tsk. Is the defense of a Legendary Super Saiyan really this broken?
Despite his thoughts, Vegito (Turles) didn't slow down. He sidestepped a wild swing from Broly and countered with a roundhouse kick that sent the giant tumbling through the air once more.
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