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"By the way… that name sounds kinda nice, but what even is this Fate-Binding Marriage Thread thing?" Broly stared at the reward list, eyeing the mysterious item he couldn't make sense of.
Fate-Binding Marriage Thread: Tie one end around the user's finger and the other around their spouse's. The thread will undergo an unimaginable transformation.
Effect: Once bound by a pair of true lovers, the thread disappears and becomes a long chain of destiny, firmly linking the fates of both people. If the user is immortal, their spouse will share that immortality.Even if the user dies, their spouse remains unaffected. And when the spouse is in danger—only fatal, instant-kill danger—they'll automatically be teleported to the user's side! (Can activate up to 10 times per month. Only works for couples who truly love each other.)
"Damn, that's amazing. But… why are there only four threads?" Broly's eyes widened as he read the description.
He had always worried that his endless battles might accidentally drag his girls into danger. Sure, Earth and all of them could be revived by Shenron if worst came to worst, but that thought still made Broly uncomfortable.
With this Fate-Binding Thread, he finally felt relieved. Future battles might reach the girls, but he could now protect them in a way that didn't rely on Dragon Balls. As for other Earthlings… Broly honestly couldn't care less. But anything that threatened Earth in a way that might hurt his girls? Broly would never allow it.
The only thing that bugged him was… Why only four of these threads? They were enough for now, but what about the future??
"Don't worry, Boss! With me around, how could you ever run out of good stuff? Once you get new wives, you'll naturally get more threads!" Erha, who had followed Broly for years, immediately guessed Broly's concern and spoke up before Broly even asked.
Broly thought about it and nodded. Worrying now wouldn't change anything. After praising Erha a bit, he went back into his training.
Time passed. In the blink of an eye, two years were gone.
Broly, deep in training, was jolted awake yet again by the unrest in his bloodline. Lately, as his strength skyrocketed, bursts of violent energy had begun colliding deep within his blood, like something trapped inside was trying to break free.
Broly frowned. In theory, he had already completely mastered his bloodline. Something like this shouldn't happen. No matter how he analyzed it, he couldn't figure out the cause. Eventually, he just stopped thinking about it—his intuition told him it wasn't dangerous.
Even if that power really did break through in battle, it wouldn't cause him any trouble. At worst, it would make him a bit more aggressive—basically like going into his Legendary Mode.
Just as Broly was about to continue training, he suddenly paused.
A planet was barreling straight toward Earth.
Broly didn't bother moving. Someone else would deal with it. Sure enough, Goku and Krillin appeared—…Wait. Nope. That was Goku and Vegeta.
Anyway, the two teamed up and managed to knock the mysterious planet off its collision course just in time. It drifted for a while… and then exploded anyway.
But that wasn't the end.
Right after the explosion, dark clouds rolled across the sky. A massive spaceship descended, landing heavily on Earth. Alien soldiers in combat suits walked out, shouting at the crowd:
"From this moment on, this planet belongs to Lord Slug, King of the Great Universe! The Milky Way will also fall under Lord Slug's rule! Submit now, and you may keep your lives!"
The moment the alien finished speaking, the surrounding humans burst into laughter.
"HAHAHA! Did he just say King of the Great Universe?""What an idiot!""Is this guy an escapee from the mental hospital?"
Seeing the humans not only ignore them but laugh at them, the aliens immediately received an order to kill everyone present.
Once the area was cleared of all witnesses, the soldiers knelt on one knee with their right fists pressed to their chests, facing the spaceship door.
"Welcome, King of the Great Universe—Lord Slug!"
A tall, black-robed figure stepped out. Anyone who saw his face clearly would've noticed how much he resembled an elderly King Piccolo.
He was none other than Slug.
Slug's life was nearing its end, but he wasn't ready to stop conquering planets. Upon learning from faint memories that something called the Dragon Balls had once appeared on Earth, he set his sights on the planet.
He had two goals:
Find the Dragon Balls and wish for youth.
Transform Earth into a ship-like world suitable for Demon Clan survival.
Meanwhile, Krillin had rushed to the scene along with a kid who looked almost exactly like Gohan from the original anime. Seeing the bodies everywhere, their eyes burned red with anger.
"You bastard! Go to hell! HAAAH!"Krillin launched a Kamehameha straight at Slug. Slug didn't even twitch. One of his subordinates casually stepped forward and swatted the beam back, blowing Krillin and the boy off their feet.
"Hm?"Slug stretched out his right hand—and the kid beside Krillin was pulled helplessly into the air, flying straight toward him.
"Gohan!! Damn it—let him go!"Krillin, shaking, rushed Slug again… and was slapped away just as easily.
"You jerk! Let go of me!"The boy struggled nonstop, firing tiny ki blasts at Slug—who didn't react at all. With the kid's current power, it was basically the equivalent of tickling him.
The only reason Slug grabbed him was because he spotted the Four-Star Dragon Ball on the kid's hat. He questioned him about the Dragon Balls, but no matter how he asked, the boy said nothing useful.
In the end, Slug simply read his memories—and learned everything.
"Hey! Baldie over there! If you want this brat to stay alive, bring me the other six Dragon Balls. You've got half a day. If I don't see them by then… start preparing his funeral!"
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