The emerald Ki swirling around Broly's body flowed rapidly into Uchiha Chiga's palm, merging into his form like a stream absorbed by the ocean.
Broly's massive muscles deflated in seconds, his body shrinking as his strength was drained away. When Chiga extracted a fragment of Broly's flesh and blood, he began absorbing again, drawing out every last trace of energy until the Legendary Saiyan's body withered to dust.
Feeling the overwhelming power now coursing through him, Chiga nodded in satisfaction. He clenched his fist, and Broly's empty shell crumbled to ash, dispersing into the wind.
Floating up from the massive crater, Chiga extended his hand. Golden energy flickered around his fingers as he healed Goku and the others with a soft wave. Their wounds began to close instantly.
"The matter's settled," he said calmly, turning to Bulma. "Let's go back."
Bulma blinked, still stunned by what she had just witnessed, and nodded absentmindedly. She walked beside Chiga, and the two vanished in a flash of light.
Once they were gone, Vegeta, who had been frozen in place, suddenly sprinted forward. Crawling to the edge of the crater, he peered inside. All that remained was a black, humanoid mark seared deep into the ground.
"Super Saiyan… just died like that?" he muttered, his voice trembling.
For Vegeta, the Super Saiyan legend had been more than power — it was faith. Seeing that belief crushed so effortlessly by Chiga left him reeling.
Goku and Piccolo stood beside him, silently gazing into the pit. Broly's madness had been terrifying, but his power—his aura—had shaken them both to the core. None of them would sleep easily tonight.
Meanwhile, back in Capsule Corporation's underground lab, Chiga placed Broly's extracted tissue on a sterile table. With precise movements, he separated the cells and observed them under a scanning display. On the monitor, the tissue emitted a faint, emerald glow.
Bulma, standing beside him, couldn't hide her astonishment.
"What incredible vitality! He's a Saiyan like Vegeta, right? But how could there be such a huge difference?"
Chiga smiled faintly, his tone calm and thoughtful.
"Some are simply born favored by the heavens, while others are destined for mediocrity. You should understand that better than anyone. After all, your intelligence isn't something ordinary people could compare to."
His words weren't flattery. He spoke as though stating a simple fact.
After all, who could have imagined that a sixteen-year-old girl would invent the Dragon Radar? In an age when most people were still in school, Bulma had created technology that even scientists decades older couldn't replicate. Later, she had even built a time machine in an era lacking advanced resources — an achievement that defied belief.
Bulma blushed lightly, feigning modesty.
"Oh please, you're exaggerating, haha~"
Chiga shook his head, meeting her gaze with a serious look.
"I'm not. You truly are a genius among geniuses. I believe that with certainty."
Turning back to his work, Chiga began examining Broly's cells again, leaving Bulma momentarily speechless.
She had heard countless compliments throughout her life, but for some reason, his words felt different — genuine, almost… warm. Her chest tightened slightly, though she couldn't explain why.
"Why do his words affect me like that?" she thought, fidgeting. "Is it because he's a god?"
Her imagination wandered — picturing Chiga's serene face with Piccolo's green skin — and she shivered. "Ugh, no, definitely not that…"
While Bulma wrestled with her thoughts, Chiga carefully implanted the Broly cells into his own body. The moment they fused with his blood, the transformation began. The power of the Legendary Super Saiyan raged through him like an untamed storm.
Boom!
The entire laboratory shook violently. The floor cracked open beneath Chiga's feet.
Bulma's eyes widened in panic.
"Chiga?! What's happening!?"
Chiga's long white hair lifted into the air, glowing faintly with emerald green light. A radiant aura surrounded him, its fiery energy burning brighter than before. Unlike Broly's raw, explosive Ki, Chiga's was refined — divine.
The overwhelming force of a god intertwined with the primal fury of a Saiyan, creating a perfect, terrifying harmony.
His robe shifted, transforming into flowing white garments, and from his head sprouted two curved Ōtsutsuki horns. Behind him, a radiant halo resembling the Golden Wheel Divine Escort shimmered into existence.
Chiga's eyes opened — now shining with the brilliant golden pattern of the Golden Wheel. This was his most powerful form yet — God of the Ōtsutsuki.
The divine pressure radiating from him blanketed the entire Earth.
Bulma gasped, clutching her chest. The force was suffocating — her body trembled under its weight. Even though Chiga tried to restrain his aura, it still overwhelmed her fragile human frame.
She coughed violently, blood spilling from her lips as she collapsed.
"Bulma!" Chiga's voice echoed, but he couldn't move. The chaotic energy within him resisted control. He hadn't expected the Legendary Super Saiyan's power to be this uncontrollable.
He clenched his fists, forcing his mind to focus. Slowly, his energy stabilized. His robe tore down the center, morphing into a tight, battle-fitted trench coat. The green flames surrounding him dimmed and faded into his skin. His horns dissolved, and at last, he exhaled deeply — the pressure vanished.
Ignoring his exhaustion, Chiga rushed to Bulma's side and lifted her gently into his arms. He placed his hand on her chest, channeling Yang Release Chakra into her body.
A soft golden glow enveloped her, and her breathing steadied. Her pale face regained color.
"Are you alright?" Chiga asked softly.
Bulma inhaled shakily, then laughed weakly.
"That was terrifying… but also… kind of amazing. Was that your true form?"
"Yes," he replied, his tone apologetic. "I lost control. I'm sorry — I didn't expect that much power."
Bulma waved her hand, smiling through her fatigue.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Besides, you looked incredible back there — like a real god. That was… breathtaking."
She laughed lightly, poking Chiga's chest playfully. Seeing her back to her usual self, Chiga sighed in relief. He had genuinely feared she'd been too frightened to speak.
However, neither of them noticed how close they were — Bulma half-leaning into his arms, Chiga kneeling with one arm around her waist. Their faces were only inches apart.
Then, an angry shout shattered the moment.
"What the hell are you two doing!?"
Startled, Bulma almost rolled out of Chiga's arms. She turned sharply toward the door — where Yamcha stood frozen, his expression a mix of confusion and fury.
For some reason, Bulma thought his hair color looked strangely off…
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