To Zarbon, all of this was nothing.
With a cold snort, killing intent filled his eyes as he rapidly pursued Broly.
While flying, Broly gradually realized that the presence behind him was getting closer and closer.
When he glanced back, he immediately recognized who it was.
Zarbon!
Broly nearly wanted to cry.
Don't be fooled by that pretty-boy appearance—his strength was absolutely not to be underestimated.
Broly quickly judged that this guy named Zarbon had a power level of at least 22,000.
And on top of that, he could transform. Once he did, his combat power could rise to over 30,000.
Run!
Broly instantly increased his speed.
"Kid, you can't escape!" Zarbon chuckled lightly. Although he was somewhat shocked by the infant's power level, something around ten thousand was nothing in his eyes.
In a flash, Zarbon turned into a streak of light, like a shooting star crossing the sky, and shot forward.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared directly in front of Broly, completely cutting off his path.
"Where do you think you're going?" Zarbon sneered, sizing up the tiny figure before him.
Broly stopped for the moment, quickly thinking of a way to deal with the situation.
"Kid, whether you understand me or not, I'll say this anyway," Zarbon said coldly. "Lord Frieza wants me to bring you back—alive. You're lucky. Otherwise, I'd have already killed you."
Hearing this, Broly let out a small sigh of relief.
Judging from Zarbon's expression, he didn't seem to be lying.
Alive?
That bastard Frieza probably wanted to raise him as some kind of puppet.
But Broly had no intention of becoming anyone's puppet. He was a once-in-a-millennium Super Saiyan!
No matter what, there was no way he would go back with Zarbon.
The problem was—how was he supposed to deal with someone whose power level exceeded 20,000, possibly even 30,000?
That gave Broly quite a headache.
If he ran, he wasn't as fast as Zarbon.
If he didn't run, he would definitely be captured and sent back to Frieza.
And who knew—Frieza might even use him for experiments.
Meanwhile, inside Frieza's massive spaceship, Dodoria finally couldn't hold back his curiosity.
"Lord Frieza, are we capturing that little Saiyan named Broly to study him?" he asked.
It wasn't that Dodoria was being nosy—he was just genuinely curious why Frieza wanted to capture a Saiyan infant.
Of course, he only dared to ask because Frieza seemed to be in a good mood. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't risk it.
"Study him? Why would I do that?" Frieza glanced at him and asked in return.
"Then… then what do you intend…?" Dodoria stammered, his lips trembling slightly.
"Dodoria, that boy named Broly has a blood feud with King Vegeta," Frieza said with a faint smile. "If we nurture him properly and then have him destroy Planet Vegeta and wipe out all the Saiyans… wouldn't that be rather amusing?"
"Ah… I see! I see!" Dodoria suddenly understood, but then asked again, puzzled, "Then why not just destroy Planet Vegeta directly, Lord Frieza?"
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