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"Broly… that legendary Super Saiyan they talk about… is that really you?"
Vegeta muttered to himself. His expression went from confused, to suddenly enlightened, to utterly horrified.
"That's right. I'm the legendary Super Saiyan," Broly replied without the slightest hesitation—open and direct, not hiding a thing.A line like that should've sounded proud, arrogant even.
But Broly said it with complete calm. No swagger, no sense of glory—just the tone of someone stating, I'm just a regular low-class warrior.
Hearing Broly admit it himself, Vegeta felt the world spin around him. His heart sank into despair.Sure, he always talked about defeating Kakarot with his own hands—maybe even killing him—but deep inside, Prince Vegeta's pride never once truly acknowledged the bloodline of that low-class warrior.
In Vegeta's heart, he had never given up on surpassing Broly someday… and defeating him in a fair fight.Now, with Broly openly claiming the title of the legendary Super Saiyan, the hit to Vegeta's pride was devastating.
Matching his childhood memories with the long-circulated legends of the Super Saiyan, every detail lined up… and the despair only deepened.
"Tch. That's all you ever amount to," Broly said coldly. "Whenever something hits you hard enough, you just curl up and drown in your own self-pity. You don't fight back. You don't look for a way out. You never chase hope."
"Talent is only the starting point. Yeah, talent matters—but what can you do about it? You can't change your talent, but you can change how hard you work. And honestly? Most people ignore one simple truth…"
Broly glanced at him sharply.
"Effort itself is a kind of talent. How many people can grind day after day for years without giving up?"
Goku, who had been listening like he was trying to decode an ancient scripture, suddenly stood up.
"Broly's right. That legendary Super Saiyan thing sounds crazy strong—I have no idea what kind of talent or power it comes with. But I've always believed this: talent matters, sure… but hard work matters just as much."
He clenched his fists.
"As long as I work hard enough, I won't fall too far behind Broly!"
Seeing how strong Broly really was—and how hard he trained—Goku felt a little discouraged.But discouraged or not, he still fully believed that effort would keep him from being left in the dust.
"See that, Vegeta?" Broly pointed at him. "That's the difference between the two of you. Not power. Mindset."
"Tell me—how does Kakarot's talent compare to yours? And yet his growth always outpaces yours. Ever wonder why?"
Broly didn't wait for an answer.
"Your mindset is fragile. You can't handle pressure. You doubt yourself constantly. You're not ready to put your life on the line for your goals. With that attitude, of course others will surpass you."
"Remember this: Talent decides your ceiling.Effort decides your floor.
If you don't work, you don't even qualify to reach your minimum."
Broly was clearly in a great mood today—lecturing Vegeta felt oddly satisfying, so he actually took the time to teach him seriously.
"Alright, let me tell you both the shortcut to becoming a Super Saiyan. First: you need at least a power level of one million. More is better. That's the bare minimum—if you're below that, don't waste your time."
"Second: anger. The lower your power level, the more rage you need. The higher your power level, the less."
"When your power level hits ten million, you barely need anger at all—you'll transform naturally."
He waved his hand dismissively.
"That's all. The method's yours now—it's up to you what you do with it. I'm in a good mood today, so I shared a lot. Don't let me down."
Broly was confident—arrogantly confident. Even giving them a shortcut, he wasn't afraid. Not when he carried the blood of the legendary Super Saiyan.
He knew his own talent. And he didn't rely on that alone—he worked hard, and most importantly… he had his system.If even that wasn't enough to stay ahead of Goku and Vegeta, he might as well smash his head into a wall.
"First place will always belong to me—Broly!"
Just then, Bulma—who'd changed clothes and had clearly been eavesdropping outside the whole time—pushed open the door with a bright smile.
"Aww, Broly, are you giving a lecture? I didn't interrupt anything, right?"Not a hint of guilt despite absolutely interrupting.
She cheerfully plopped down next to Broly. In private she called him "husband," but in front of others she used his name—an agreement she and the other girls had made with Broly.
"Oh, right—are you guys hungry? Want me to whip something up?"
Gurgle~
Goku's stomach answered before anyone else could. Bulma burst out laughing.
"Alright, give me a moment—I'll go cook! Oh, Broly, could you organize all those supplies in the back? Seriously, Launch and the others…"
She sighed and headed for the kitchen.
Broly turned toward the mountain of supplies stacked at the back of the ship and felt his head throb.This was the handiwork of Chi-Chi, Launch, and Maron.
Afraid the two men would "suffer" during their trip, the girls had basically loaded every possible household item onto the ship.Their packing style was basically: "Why not just move the whole house?"
Just as Broly started sorting through the mess, Erha's voice rang in his head:
Fifth-stage mission activated.
Target: Kill Frieza in his full-power third transformation.
Reward: 100,000 points + one chance to travel back 1,000 years (the same timeline Bardock traveled to!).
Boss, between us… the sixth-stage mission reward is even bigger!
"Seriously? I'm already thrilled I get a time-travel opportunity for this mission—but the next one's even better? Wait, if I can time-travel… can I bring other people back with me?"
Broly could hardly contain his excitement.If he could bring someone back, he'd bring Bardock. His talent was wasted in a timeline like that.
"Of course you can," Erha replied immediately, "but it'll cost you some points."
"That's nothing! Just deduct whatever you need when the time comes."
Broly waved it off confidently. His wallet was finally filling up—what was a few points?
Unfortunately, Broly had no idea that with that one casual sentence… his newly fattened wallet was about to be emptied right back to zero.
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