Dragon Ball: I Am Broly

Guiding Ki within the body and trying to control it independently was a complex challenge, but for King and Vermouth, the results were extraordinary.

Although they could only rudimentarily use a small fraction of the Ki within them, they had already begun to handle it with some functionality.

After all, for them, Ki was still a "magical" energy completely foreign to their prior experience. However, compared to what they were before, their abilities had taken a massive leap.

Vermouth, for instance, already excelled in hand-to-hand combat thanks to her previous training.

Now, with Ki's support, her power had reached an entirely new level.

She could crush the Black Organization with just one finger, especially in terms of physical strength.

King, on the other hand, lagged slightly behind. Before this, he was nothing more than an ordinary man whose greatest talent lay in video games.

Although he had now started using Ki, his abilities were still basic. He could barely execute the "Turtle Ultimate Fist."

However, that very same "Turtle Ultimate Fist" allowed him to hold his ground in balanced combat against minor monsters, Lesser Rank than Wolf—creatures that would have been utterly impossible for him to defeat before.

Although his progress was slower, the improvements were evident.

Broly wasted no time giving them some key advice.

He reminded them that, to strengthen the Ki within the body, physical training was fundamental.

Meditation, while useful for quickly recovering Ki, wasn't enough to enhance its capacity.

Meditation is only a small part of Ki training. If you want real results, you must practice with physical movements and constant control exercises.

He didn't want either of them to misunderstand the importance of physical training. After all, anyone needed a balance between mental control and physical development.

Fortunately, neither of them was foolish.

They fully understood the value of advice from someone like Broly, "The Legendary Super Saiyan." Ignoring the words of someone like him would be idiocy, especially when they were already seeing the benefits of Ki in their abilities.

As Broly interacted with the Multiversal Chat Group, time passed quickly.

In the distance, Planet Frieza began to come into view.

Why do these people insist on naming planets after themselves?

Broly couldn't understand it.

Planet Vegeta.

Planet Frieza.

There was even a Planet Beerus, named after the God of Destruction.

It's ridiculous. Don't they find it embarrassing?

While he continued questioning the planet names, the ship finally landed smoothly on the designated platform.

Upon disembarking, his eyes met a bustling scene: dozens of strange-looking figures came and went, all dressed in the distinctive uniforms of Frieza's forces.

The traffic of spaceships was equally intense. One ship would take off just as another landed.

"Mr. Broly, follow me."

Lepa called out, gesturing for Broly, Lemo, and Cheelai to accompany him.

Without a word, Broly followed them to the recruitment center. The building was a strange, white structure.

Inside, the people wore uniforms similar to the regular members of the forces, but Broly could sense that they were different.

Their power levels easily surpassed 1,000 units, making it clear they were active combatants, not recruits.

"Mr. Mori! We've recruited someone special!"

Lepa, full of enthusiasm, stepped forward to speak with one of the people in charge.

The man, identified as Mori, looked up with a distracted air. His expression betrayed a certain fatigue.

"Ah? Who? Him?" he asked, gesturing toward Broly with his gaze.

His eyes scanned Broly with some incredulity. "What's his combat power? You do know the minimum standard for combat members is over 1,000 units, right?"

"Of course we know, of course we know. Over 1,000 units of power!"

Lepa rubbed his hands nervously. "Of course we know, Mr. Mori! But let me tell you… this man, Broly, has a power level that even our most advanced detectors can't fully measure."

Mori raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

"Oh? Really?"

Without wasting time, he activated his own Scouter to evaluate Broly's power level.

Beep, Beep, Beep

!

The device began emitting warning sounds as the numbers on the screen skyrocketed. But before it could complete the reading, the Scouter overloaded and exploded in his face.

Unlike the others, Mori didn't even flinch at the explosion.

Thanks to his own power level, he withstood the impact without issue. However, his eyes were wide as he stared at Broly in disbelief.

"This… this is incredible!" he exclaimed, unable to believe what he had just witnessed.

Without delay, Mori ran inside the recruitment center. Shortly after, he returned carrying several next-generation Scouters designed to measure higher power levels.

But the result was the same.

One by one, the devices attempted to measure Broly's power level, and one by one, they overloaded and exploded.

Boom

Boom!

Boom

"Incredible, incredible!" Mori nodded repeatedly with enthusiasm. His expression reflected his excitement.

"Mr. Broly's power level is too high. This is beyond my control, so I'll contact Lord Frieza immediately."

Cheelai, Lemo, and Lepa exchanged looks of disbelief.

"Are we going to meet Lord Frieza?"

"Will we really see him in person?"

"I heard Lord Frieza is pretty short. Is that true?"

"Shut up! Keep your voice down!"

"You shouldn't say things like that. I once heard someone commented that Lord Frieza had bad breath… and they were executed on the spot."

Hearing this, Cheelai covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes darting nervously around to ensure no one had overheard.

When she confirmed everything was calm, she let out a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Broly remained silent.

Am I really going to meet Frieza?

He knew that Frieza had always hated the Saiyans.

That hatred was as old as the Saiyans themselves, and after what had happened with Vegeta and Goku, it was likely even greater now.

Broly wasn't sure how Frieza would react if he discovered his true identity.

Just as he was pondering this, Mori returned, visibly excited.

"Mr. Broly! Lord Frieza has decided to meet you in person and has sent Mr. Sorbet to escort you."

Cheelai and Lemo's jaws dropped.

"Frieza… is going to see us?" Cheelai asked in disbelief.

Mori nodded enthusiastically.

"What luck you have!" he said enviously, though without a trace of resentment. "Someone with such a high power level deserves a privileged position. It's only natural."

"Mmm."

Broly simply nodded.

…

A few minutes later, a small blue-skinned alien entered the recruitment center, riding a white floating vehicle.

His appearance was unmistakable: Sorbet, the assistant who had helped resurrect Frieza just four months ago.

"Who is Broly?" Sorbet asked, glancing at the group with disdain.

Mori quickly stepped forward, bowing slightly. "This is Broly, Mr. Sorbet. His power level is extremely high."

Sorbet examined Broly carefully, evaluating him swiftly. Finally, he nodded indifferently.

"Lord Frieza wants to see you. Come with me."

Then he turned to Cheelai, Lemo, and Lepa.

"You three as well. Lord Frieza always rewards well when he's in a good mood, so make sure not to mess it up."

Cheelai, Lemo, and Lepa exchanged glances before shouting in unison.

"Yes, sir!"

Their loud voices drew the attention of several people in the area, causing Sorbet to frown.

"Silence!" he said irritably. "Are you coming or not? If not, I'll leave without you."

"Let's go, let's go, Mr. Sorbet! Of course, we're coming!"

"Alright then, move it."

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