"Since you insist on going, then go ahead."
Gran shook his head.
Two years ago, even Bojack had nearly been beaten to death by little Broly. At this stage, there was no way Coola could possibly be Broly's match.
Still…
The Frost Demon Clan was famously hard to kill.
So let's see whether Coola could endure as long as Frieza once had.
"Please wait here for a moment, Candidate God of Destruction. I will return shortly."
Coola bowed deeply and backed away, quickly leaving the conference room.
Outside the building.
Salza had been waiting there, standing by for Coola's orders.
Suddenly
A dark figure burst out from the building.
"Lord Coola!"
Salza and the others cried out at once.
"Come with me. I want to see just how strong this Saiyan really is," Coola said as he shot into the sky.
"Lord Coola, I suspect the attacker may be connected to that Candidate God of Destruction!"
Salza followed closely, voicing his concern.
As one of the Coola Force's chief strategists, Salza's words made Coola pause for a brief moment.
"Don't worry. I understand these Gods of Destruction well."
Flying through the air, Coola narrowed his eyes.
"They are the supreme gods of the universe. As long as we do not cross their bottom line, they won't meddle in mortal affairs."
"Even if, as you say, those people are related to the Candidate God of Destruction…"
"So long as I defeat them openly and fairly, he won't say a word."
So that was it.
Only now did Salza understand why that god's temperament had felt so strange.
Still, a new doubt arose in his mind.
"Lord Coola… may I ask—just how strong is that Candidate God of Destruction?"
After all, he had never seen their lord lower himself to such a degree.
"How strong?"
Coola replied solemnly,
"Let me put it this way: our Frost Demon Clan calls itself the rulers of the universe—but a God of Destruction could erase our entire race in a single breath."
Boom!
A tidal wave of shock surged through Salza and the others.
So such terrifying gods truly existed in the universe…
Back in the conference room atop the tower, Gran stood by the window, watching them fly off in the distance.
To him, a battle of this level was nothing more than child's play.
The only thing Gran was actually worried about was whether Beerus and the others' 'poop-scooper'—
their literal servant—might get blown to pieces by the shockwaves.
That would be awkward to explain to Lord Beerus.
So Gran kept his attention on the situation outside.
Just then, an elf-like maid entered the conference room, trembling as she carefully brewed tea for him.
"Coola's quite perceptive, I'll give him that."
Gran glanced at her and chuckled softly.
Since Coola knew how to behave, Gran wouldn't mind saving his life later because of it.
As Gran sipped his tea, far more violent explosions erupted in the distance—Coola and the others had finally collided with little Broly.
From their auras alone, it was clear that Broly was being suppressed at first.
Gran had expected this and wasn't surprised.
After all, Broly's calm-state battle power was only 20 million, still worlds apart from 470 million.
Gran then shifted his focus to Bulma.
Thankfully, the girl wasn't stupid—she had already started retreating in advance.
But…
Salza and the others seemed to be chasing after her.
The moment their auras drew dangerously close to Bulma, the teacup in Gran's hand was instantly decomposed into particles by Destruction energy.
The elf-like maid jumped in fright at the sight.
At that very moment—
Broly's aura suddenly went berserk, his battle power skyrocketing to 3 billion.
Immediately after, the auras of Dore and Neiz vanished completely.
Inside the conference room, it was as if the shattered teacup had never existed at all.
Gran calmly asked the maid to pour him another cup.
He knew that Broly had killed Dore and Neiz just before completely losing his mind.
Unfortunately
Salza was still alive.
But…
A berserk Broly was terrifying in and of itself.
"AAAAAAH!!"
"AAAAAAH!!"
Two agonized screams echoed from afar. Gran paid them no mind.
He had warned Coola long ago.
Since Coola insisted on throwing himself into it, all that remained was to see how long he could last.
Soon after, Salza's aura disappeared as well—he, too, had been blown apart by Broly.
Only Coola's screams continued.
It had to be said—the Frost Demon Clan truly lived up to its reputation.
With 470 million facing 3 billion, Coola endured for a full half hour without dying.
But things only got worse.
Broly's aura continued to climb, and half an hour later, his battle power surged to 5 billion.
At that level, unless Coola could enter a Golden form, his death was certain.
"This farce has gone on long enough."
Gran set down his teacup, pressed two fingers to his brow, and with a whoosh, vanished instantly.
Above the city on the other side—
Coola had already entered his ultimate form, yet his condition was utterly miserable.
The four white horn-spikes on his head had been snapped clean off. A large section of his tail was gone, and there was scarcely a single part of his body left uninjured.
Even so, Coola still refused to die.
He was kicked high into the air, Broly's figure appearing behind him in an instant.
Both fists clenched—
The mindless Broly poured every ounce of his power into his arms.
BOOM!
A terrifying force detonated through the void, unleashing endless storms of destruction. The already-ruined city below was torn apart in an instant.
"AAAAAH!!"
"NO!!"
If struck by this blow, Coola's body would be split clean in two.
Regret flooded his heart.
He should have listened to the Candidate God of Destruction.
But it was too late now.
Who—who could save him?!
BOOM!
Broly moved. His battle-axe-like hammer strike finally descended.
Buzz!
Space itself compressed under the pressure, the air screaming with violent shockwaves.
The aura of death enveloped Coola completely. He fell into utter despair.
Just as Coola was about to be beaten to death—
A figure suddenly appeared beside them.
"That's enough. Go to sleep."
In a flash, Gran struck the back of Broly's neck with a precise chop.
Broly collapsed unconscious instantly.
"C-Candidate God of Destruction…"
The sight of Gran effortlessly subduing Broly ignited a spark of hope in Coola's eyes—
But after uttering those words, he passed out as well.
"You were warned not to come, yet you didn't listen," Gran muttered as he grabbed the falling Coola and Broly with both hands.
"If you hadn't at least been polite enough to assign a maid to serve me, do you think I'd bother saving you?"