The deaths of the four were not loud.
That was what haunted Nina most.
No last stand.
No final roar.
No blaze of Saiyan defiance.
Just absence.
So She trained harder than she ever had before but differently.
Before, Nina had trained to dominate.
Now, she trained to end fights before loss could occur.
She stopped chasing reckless damage trades.
She refined timing, restraint, situational awareness.
Not mercy.
Preservation.
During spars, she began watching flanks, checking escape routes, tracking invisible threats.
Her ki control sharpened until she could feel distortions at the edge of perception assassins, suppressors, observers.
Broko noticed.
"You've changed," he said once.
Nina didn't stop striking the training dummy.
"I don't intend to lose anyone else," she replied.
Her power climbed steadily not explosively.
Nina (after refinement): ~160,000,000
But more dangerous than the number was how little she ki wasted.
For the first time, Nina was no longer just a weapon.
She was a guardian.....
Broko and the Birth of Doctrine.
Broko spent weeks alone after Cooler's death.
Not training.
Thinking.
His old philosophy had been simple:
Only strength matters.
It had produced loyal monsters, loyal kin .
It had also produced casualties.
He rewrote it carving it into something colder, more enduring.
The New Saiyan Doctrine.
Strength without awareness is arrogance.
Survival of the group outweighs glory of the individual.
Every battle is preparation for the unseen enemy.
Growth is mandatory even in peace.
Emotion is fuel, not to be suppress
He did not soften the path.
He clarified it with blood, his blood .....
...
Saiyans would still break themselves.
But now they would also watch the shadows.
.....
King Cold's Counteroffensive
King Cold did not rush like his children,
He tested...
Small encounters at first.....
Elite scouts probing Broko's defenses when ever he left the new Saiyan planet .
Remote-controlled weapons designed to analyze compression techniques and search for flaws .
Mercenary fleets sent not to win but to measure response times of their defenses .
Broko and Nina responded decisively.
Every attack was destroyed.
Every survivor was tracked backward.
Cold escalated gradually over a year.
Each clash sharper.
Each test closer to real war.....
The Indirect War with Frieza
Frieza never met Broko directly.
He didn't need to.
Broko struck Frieza's empire methodically:
Mining worlds annihilated along with the inhabitants...
Supply chains erased... Business partners captured and memories taken using a combination of spirit manipulation and magic ki memory searching for accuracy.
Laboratories stripped of data and detonated for good measure..
Not random destruction.
Targeted erasure.
Broko and Nina were venting his loss with these attacks as well...
Frieza raged in private.
Smiled in public..
Frieza's Shortcut.....
Impatient, humiliated, furious
"He decided to do something only meant for lesser beings, a disgusting ritual called training" .... Frieza thought with annoyance
Two weeks only
Nothing refined.
Nothing stable.
But enough him .
He unlocked a form similar to Cooler's perfected evolution a raw, overwhelming, grotesquely powerful stature .
Frieza (Unstable Evolved Form):
~10,000,000,000
It was magnificent, immaculate .
And useless.
After 15 minutes, the form collapsed heavily .
Frieza nearly died from exhaustion.
He laughed anyway.
"I'll only need minutes anyway, as I am lord FRIEZA, the Emperor of the universe!! ," he told himself.
The Decision
Elsewhere
Broko felt the shift in the universe.
Something was building in power something deadly.
Something catastrophic.
But before Cold.
Before Frieza.
There was still unfinished work.
The Next Hunt...
....
Broko chose carefully this time.... He needs new levels of strength
.
A god-tier reincarnator.
Not one who fought.
One who avoided it.
Target: X-Men Comic Reality
This world was harsher than its movie counterparts.
Mutants fought gods every Tuesday .
Cosmic forces moved openly like going to shopping....
And at its center..
A reincarnated being gifted with obscene potential.
The Harem-Bound One
He had been given a system.
Not a skill.
Power scaled through conquest of attention and Sexual desire, the more he surrounded himself with admirers and slept with them , the stronger he became.
Power Level: ~1,000,000,000
Yet this guy,
He avoided true threats.
Used wealth, influence, narrative control redirect problems to others and elsewhere .
When mutants like Phoenix-level entities appeared...
He disappeared, like a quiet fart in the wind but,
He was adored.
And very Untested.
Broko observed for months.
From shadows.
From the edge battlefields as a mere bystander.
From moments where the reincarnator could have acted and didn't.
Disgust settled in Broko's chest.
Departure
Broko prepared to leave, thanks to spirit control, he could now better hide his presence.....
...
Nina stood at the hangar.
"You're not taking me," she said acting like she doesn't care.
"You're needed here Nina ," Broko replied.
She stared at him, then nodded.
"Don't die," she said looking me in the eyes . "I'll be..... Upset, I little bit ."
Broko allowed himself a faint smile. Then said "I give you a nice surprise when I come back".... Then he disappears.....
.....
Elsewhere.....
This time, he thought,
I will hunt those who think power excuses cowardice.
He vanished into the multiverse.
And somewhere..
A beautiful, adored man felt the universe notice him for the first time.
....
End of Chapter Twelve