The final flush sounded like a sigh, and then the toilet fell silent.
Trunks slowly approached with a prepared talisman clutched in his hand.
"Well then, Zamasu. You'll be spending the rest of your life inside this toilet," he said calmly. "Think of it as your new home."
Without hesitating, Trunks slapped the talisman onto the toilet lid. The whole movement was smooth and decisive.
Super Mini Cell stared, his tiny face a mask of shock. Moments ago, there had been a living, talking person; now, just a sealed porcelain fixture remained.
"What kind of move was that, boss?!" he asked, disbelief coloring every word.
"It's the Devil Sealing Wave that Grandpa Turtle Hermit taught me," Trunks explained patiently. "It's a powerful sealing technique."
Super Mini Cell turned his head toward Master Roshi, who was currently flanked by women on each arm and looking as unserious and perverted as ever. He couldn't fathom that this lecherous old man was the master of such a terrifying technique.
"That old man's that strong?!" he exclaimed.
Just then, a man with spiky, crab-shell-shaped hair stepped in front of him. It was Son Goku.
"Of course. Master Roshi is my teacher," Goku said proudly. "I didn't expect you to learn the Devil Sealing Wave from him, Trunks. You move fast."
Trunks gave a small smile. "I've wanted to learn it for a while. For someone like Zamasu, who has an immortal body, the most efficient way to deal with him is the Devil Sealing Wave."
While the two were talking, Super Broly, who had been severely injured and defeated by Gogeta, slowly opened his eyes.
As he regained consciousness, his sanity returned. He looked around, confusion clouding his gaze. He remembered fighting Gogeta, but nothing after that.
"You're awake, Broly," said Gohan, holding little Pan.
Broly froze, then looked down at his wounds. He quickly realized that his fight with Gogeta must have ended with his defeat. Everyone in front of him was a stranger, and Broly immediately became alert. He had never seen so many people gathered in one place before.
Then, his stomach let out a thunderous growl. After being unconscious for so long, he was starving.
Pan giggled softly at his embarrassed expression. "Daddy, this uncle looks hungry!"
Gohan smiled kindly. "Then, Pan, what do you think we should do?"
Obediently, Pan climbed out of Gohan's arms, flew to the dining table, picked up a huge, glistening pork knuckle, and flew back to offer it to Broly. The little girl held the food out to him with both hands, her eyes pure and filled with kindness.
Broly's eyes started to water.
The smell was mouthwatering, he had never smelled anything so good in his life. Feeling no hostility from those around him, he reached out and took the pork knuckle from Pan. He began to eat.
Pan smiled as she watched him devour the food. "Hello, I'm Pan! What's your name, Uncle?"
Broly paused, wiped his mouth, and replied, "Broly. Thank you."
Then he went right back to eating. It was one of the happiest moments of his life. He had never eaten anything so delicious. Growing up on the desolate Planet Vampa and working for Frieza's army, he spent most of his life on missions eating simple, rough food. Saiyan cooking was always basic and crude, nothing compared to the cuisine prepared by Bulma's top chefs.
Broly ate with great satisfaction.
But just as he was enjoying his meal, a strange killing intent suddenly grabbed his attention. He glanced around the corner and soon found the source of that murderous aura hidden in an inconspicuous corner.
The newcomer looked almost identical to Broly, with the same tall, muscular build and fierce expression. This one was shirtless except for a red sash around his waist. Judging by his dazed look, he had likely just woken up.
There was no mistake; this was Z Broly, the twin brother of Super Broly. However, neither brother knew of the other's existence. One was the Legendary Super Saiyan, and the other was a Mutated Super Saiyan.
Their eyes met, and for some inexplicable reason, the moment they saw each other, the blood in their veins began to boil.
Trunks, who had been preparing to seal Z Broly, paused mid-step. Watching the scene unfold, he became intrigued. Two monstrous Saiyans about to fight each other, it wasn't something you saw every day. He decided to wait and see how things played out before taking action.
The next second, Z Broly suddenly spoke.
"You look a lot like me," he said. "And I can feel it, your blood is just like mine. It's burning." He clenched his fists. "I don't know why, but I really want to fight you."
Everyone nearby was stunned, even Trunks. Son Goku was standing right beside them, yet Z Broly wasn't going berserk. Trunks hadn't expected this at all. He thought that Z Broly could only scream, "Kakarot!" like a mad dog whenever he saw Goku. But now, he was talking like a normal person.
Super Broly listened quietly and gave a small nod, simply replying, "Mm."
Neither of them knew the truth about the other's identity.
Super Mini Cell watched with an amused expression, like a spectator. "So this guy can actually talk normally?" he muttered. "And here I thought all he could do was shout 'Kakarot' over and over." He rolled his eyes, mocking Z Broly's usual behavior.
"Didn't you hear what my wife said?"
At that moment, a sharp voice cut through the tension.
"Hey, you two! If you're going to fight, do it somewhere else. You're not welcome to do that here!"
The voice belonged to Bulma, the hostess of the gathering.
But Z Broly had no intention of listening. His palm began to glow as he gathered a dangerous amount of energy. "Shut up!" he shouted impatiently.
Bulma froze, momentarily flustered and embarrassed. As the hostess, being yelled at like that made her lose face.
Then, a deep, magnetic voice came from behind her.
"Didn't you hear what my wife just said, loser?"
It was Vegeta. He held a small container in one hand and glanced at Trunks. "Trunks, do you still have any of those talismans? Give me one."
Trunks immediately understood what his father meant and smiled knowingly. While practicing the Devil Sealing Wave earlier, he had faintly sensed Vegeta nearby. (So, Father must've learned the Devil Sealing Wave, too.)
To help his dad make a grand entrance, Trunks used Instant Transmission to appear right next to him. "Here you go, Dad, the talisman."
Then, Trunks turned toward the two Brolies and declared, "And you two, take your fight somewhere else!" The next instant, he transformed into Super Saiyan 4, his red-furred aura flaring violently.
"That's right!" came a clear, confident voice. A young woman stepped forward to stand beside Bulma. It was Bulla, now transforming into her Super Saiyan 4 Rage form.
Seeing her husband, son, and daughter standing together to protect her, Bulma felt like the happiest woman in the world. She straightened her back and shouted, louder this time: "If you're going to fight, do it somewhere else! Don't ruin everyone's mood!"
Super Broly, the more polite of the two, understood immediately. Fighting here would be inappropriate. Without a word, he flew off into the distance.
Under the combined pressure from Vegeta, Trunks, and Bulla, Broly had no choice but to follow.
(End of chapter.)
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