After a while...
"Alright, let's head out first. Bulma brought you a lot of delicious food."
Seeing that Broly was still enduring the pain, Gran grabbed him with one hand and started walking down the Dimensional Tower.
With every floor they descended, the pain on Broly's face lessened.
By the time Gran brought him out of the tower, the agony had completely vanished, replaced by a look of pure relief.
"Broly!!"
The moment she saw him being carried out, Bulma rushed forward.
"Bulma, long time no see."
Dropped onto the ground, Broly looked at her and grinned foolishly.
"What did you call me?" Bulma huffed and punched him on the head.
Broly: "..."
Why is this woman so fierce? Anyone who didn't know better would think she was the Saiyan here.
"B-Bulma... Big Sis!"
Broly fidgeted awkwardly, looking like a shy young man.
"That's more like it!"
Bulma nodded in satisfaction.
"Come on, get up. I brought you lots of good food."
"That's great! Thank you, Big Sis Bulma."
"Hehe, no need to thank me. If anyone should be grateful, it's me. If you hadn't protected me all those times, I don't even know how many times I would've died by now."
Bulma immediately began handing him all sorts of snacks.
"Big Brother Gran, why did it take you so long to come back? I was really worried about you."
Holding an armful of pastries, Broly ate while asking.
Back when Gran fought Quitela, Whis had taken him to the Void Realm. After returning from there, Gran had been sucked into the turbulent currents of time and space.
At the time, Broly had been worried sick.
"I spent some time playing around in another timeline, so that's why I came back late..."
Gran briefly explained before looking back at him.
"As for you, you've only been in the Dimensional Tower for two years, yet you've improved this much. You must've suffered quite a bit."
"It wasn't that bad!"
Broly laughed like a simple-minded fool.
After laughing for a while, his hair suddenly turned grass-green, and his power instantly returned to the early stage of the Third Layer of the God Realm.
"Big Brother Gran, look! I can stay rational in my Ultimate Berserk State now."
His eyes had turned completely white, without visible pupils, making him look somewhat intimidating.
"Let's take a closer look."
Gran and Whis carefully observed him.
Broly's current state was identical to his former berserk form. His aura remained violent and savage, and it was precisely that ferocity that gave him such overwhelming power.
More importantly, he now retained his sanity while in that state, allowing him to consciously control his strength.
A Legendary Super Saiyan whose body could increase its power almost without limit—and who could now consciously command that power.
Even Gran found Broly frighteningly powerful now.
"Gran, look more carefully."
Whis spoke.
"Broly can consciously control his power now, but you'll notice that his control is still rather crude."
"That's true, but..."
Gran narrowed his eyes.
"Broly has cultivated his Dimension now. Dimension strengthens every aspect of a person."
"Especially the mind, willpower, and soul."
"It's precisely because his Dimension has reached the level of Earth's Kami that he's able to control his power to this extent. Otherwise, he'd be in far worse shape."
What Gran described was similar to Vegeta's situation.
Vegeta could consciously control his power too, but his control remained rough and unrefined, which was one reason he continually lost to Son Goku.
Being conscious of one's power and controlling it poorly were not contradictory concepts.
"So putting Broly into the Dimensional Tower was the correct decision."
Gran smiled brightly.
"Only by continuously increasing his Dimension will he eventually be able to control his power with the precision of a true martial artist and properly walk the path of martial arts."
"Not bad, kid."
Whis gave Gran a rare compliment.
Searching for the Super Dragon Balls to help Broly and sending him into the Dimensional Tower had both been Gran's ideas.
Now that time had proven the results, even Whis felt there was nothing fundamentally wrong with Broly's training path.
The only thing he still found questionable was relying on external means to maintain Broly's sanity.
"I know what you're worried about."
Gran replied calmly.
"Broly was never the same as ordinary Saiyans. Right now, this is the only way he can train properly."
"If he keeps cultivating his Dimension and one day surpasses Lord Zalama himself, then I refuse to believe he won't be able to control his own power through sheer will alone."
Surpass Lord Zalama?
Whis rolled his eyes.
Just imagining it seemed impossible.
Only this guy would dare say something like that.
Still, he chose not to argue further and instead sank into thought.
"Stop eating here."
Seeing Bulma continue stuffing food into Broly's hands, Gran shot them a glare.
"Okay, okay."
Bulma laughed awkwardly and quickly led Broly out of the room.
Gran draped an arm over Whis's shoulder and left as well.
Back by the lakeside, Bulma continuously tossed out Capsule Corp capsules.
Each one contained Earth's finest foods.
The whole reason she had come was to bring these delicacies to her little brother-in-arms.
Faced with such a feast, even Gran and Whis couldn't resist.
Soon they were eating alongside Broly.
Fortunately, Bulma had prepared more than enough.
Even with Gran and Broly's Saiyan appetites, they couldn't finish everything.
After eating their fill...
Gran and Broly lay sprawled across the grass, their faces filled with contentment.
Whis sat elegantly at the tea table, sipping after-meal tea.
"Gran."
At that moment, Bulma walked over.
Lying on the grass, Gran shifted his gaze and immediately noticed Bulma's long, fair legs.
After admiring them for a moment, he sat upright.
"What is it?"
Bulma hesitated.
Eventually, biting her lip, she said:
"I want to go back to Earth."
The moment she said that, Broly sat bolt upright as well.
"Big Sis Bulma, why are you going back?"
"I have something I need to do."
"What is it? Is it urgent? Did someone give you trouble?"
Thumping his chest with his thumb, Broly declared angrily:
"If somebody's bothering you, just tell me! I'll beat them up for you!"
His expression was so earnest and simple-minded that Bulma almost laughed.
More than anything, however, she felt touched.
All that food she had fed this giant wasn't wasted after all.
"No one's causing trouble."
Bulma smiled warmly.
"But if someone ever does, I'll definitely call you."
"Alright then..."
Broly looked visibly disappointed.
"Since you're going back, I'll take you there myself."
Gran had already guessed why Bulma wanted to return.
She had visited the future timeline and already knew how history would unfold.
After the Namek Saga came the Android Saga.
And in that arc, the most important person was Son Goku.
The problem was that Goku suffered from a heart virus.
Previously, Bulma had intended to use the Dragon Balls to cure him.
However, all three wishes from Namek's Dragon Balls, as well as Earth's Dragon Balls, had been used by Gran.
Meaning Goku's illness had never been cured.
Most likely, Bulma wanted to gather the Dragon Balls again and make that wish.
"Thank you, Gran."
A gentle smile appeared on her fair face.
Seeing that smile made Gran feel a little guilty.
If he hadn't used those wishes, Goku's heart disease would've been cured long ago.
"Let's go."
Gran had Bulma place a hand on his shoulder.
The next moment, using Instant Transmission, the two vanished.
Earth.
Bulma's home.
Whoosh!
Gran and Bulma appeared instantly.
"I used up your wish. Do you want me to compensate you somehow?"
Gran finally couldn't hold back and asked.
"It's alright."
Bulma patted the small pouch hanging from her waist.
"There's still plenty of time before the Androids appear. Once the Dragon Balls turn back from stone, I can make the wish then."
After the wishes on Namek had been granted, Gran had collected Earth's Dragon Balls as well.
They were currently stored inside her pouch.
"Alright."
After spending so much time together, Bulma understood that Gran's offer wasn't an empty gesture.
Yet she still refused.
Gran guessed she simply didn't want to become overly dependent on divine beings like them.
"If you run into trouble, just call Whis."
Gran didn't say anything more.
Turning around, he left Earth.
Standing alone, Bulma quietly watched the place where he had disappeared.
A sweet smile slowly blossomed on her face.
...
The Destroyer Realm.
Another month passed after Gran sent Bulma back to Earth.
During that month, Beerus continued sleeping inside the Temple of Destruction.
Gran, meanwhile, made no move toward carrying out any planetary cleansing missions.
Instead...
He spent the entire month fighting Broly.
Or rather, teaching him through combat.
Unlike before, when Broly learned techniques but couldn't properly apply them, he could now remain rational in his Ultimate Berserk State.
Everything Gran taught him could finally be put into practice.
BOOM!!
Two streaks of light repeatedly collided in the skies above the Destroyer Realm.
Each impact unleashed earth-shaking explosions.
"Big Brother Gran, take this punch!"
Wrapped in a blazing grass-green aura, Broly's power had reached the early stage of the Third Layer of the God Realm.
Clenching his fist, he charged straight at Gran.
"Good!"
Gran didn't use his full power.
Whatever level Broly fought at, Gran matched it.
Whoosh!
Gran transformed into a streak of white light, cutting across the sky at incredible speed as he rushed toward Broly.
The two fists collided!
A monstrous shockwave erupted from the point of impact and swept across the heavens.
Every section of space it touched shattered with explosive cracks.
"S-So strong!"
Broly gritted his teeth.
Even though Gran was using the same level of power, he still couldn't withstand it.
"Again!"
Refusing to accept defeat, Broly stepped back and charged once more.
BOOM!!
Their second collision directly blasted open the sky.
Transparent fragments of shattered space rained down like dazzling crystals.
The two fists remained locked together.
Yet Broly's body was steadily being pushed backward.
"Big Brother Gran, why?! We're using the same amount of power!"
"This is the advantage of absolute control."
Gran pressed down on Broly's fist and drove a punch into his face.
"Even with equal power, I can draw out one hundred percent of its potential."
BANG!
Blood sprayed from Broly's mouth as his body was hurled toward the ground.
"When you were little, I already taught you this."
Gran transformed into a streak of light and descended after him.
"In battle, don't rely solely on brute force. Use your brain."
Appearing beneath Broly, Gran kicked upward.
BOOM!!
Broly shot back into the sky.
"And your combat techniques are too weak. Learn how to redirect force. Learn how to predict your opponent's attacks..."
Hovering in midair, Gran drew both hands back to his waist.
A brilliant energy sphere formed between his palms.
"You couldn't apply martial arts properly before, but now it's different."
"You need to fully understand everything I've taught you!"
The energy blast shot upward.
Carrying overwhelming power, it instantly struck Broly.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!"
The explosion bloomed across the sky like fireworks.
Amid the deafening blast echoed Broly's agonized screams.
Thud!
Moments later, Broly crashed to the ground.
He looked absolutely miserable.
Not a single part of his body was unharmed.
His hair had reverted to black, and the explosion had even gifted him a brand-new afro hairstyle.
"Whis, help restore the surroundings."
Gran landed on the ground and glanced at the spectator enjoying the show.
"Certainly."
Whis waved his staff.
Less than three minutes later, the damaged Destroyer Realm had been restored to its original state.
Seeing Broly's pitiful appearance, Whis thoughtfully healed all of his injuries as well.
"Big Brother Gran, you're incredible."
After waking up, Broly climbed to his feet with a bitter smile.
"Of course I am."
Gran grinned smugly.
Broly: "..."
Whis: "..."
This guy really had no shame.
"Don't rush it."
Gran patted the giant on the shoulder.
"Your berserk problem was only solved recently. Take it one step at a time."
Broly nodded.
"Mhm."
The three returned to the tea table.
Whis poured a cup of tea for each of them.
Then he looked at Gran and asked:
"Gran, when are you planning to improve Universe 7's ranking?"
END OF CHAPTER
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