"HAHAHA!"
"Good! I only came here to meet Lord Gran… and yet I ran into you again!"
"Finally, I have a chance for revenge!"
"This time—I'll kill you!"
BOOM!!
A dazzling radiance erupted from Cooler's body. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he pierced through space itself, arriving at the nameless planet in an instant.
The moment he landed, the sheer force of his power fractured the ground into countless cracks.
Crackle! Snap!
Arcs of lightning coiled around his body as he fixed his gaze on Broly. His voice was cold—sharp enough to cut bone.
"We meet again."
Bulma's eyes widened the moment she saw him, her finger trembling as she pointed.
"H-He… he's Cooler!"
She recognized him instantly.
Back then, when she went to find her sister—and to avenge her—she had encountered Cooler by chance. If not for Broly's protection, she might not have survived.
"It's you!"
Broly also recognized him.
Cooler's appearance was far too distinctive—round-headed and smooth-bodied. And once transformed, his body would sprout numerous sharp protrusions.
"Sister Bulma, stay behind me."
Broly stepped forward, placing himself between them.
"Hahaha! Surprised?" Cooler laughed wildly.
"Yeah… a little."
Broly calmly sized him up.
"Compared to before, you've grown much stronger. Looks like you really did train hard these past years."
From his perception, Cooler's aura was terrifying. Judging by raw combat power, it was around 100 billion.
And that was only his base form.
If he entered his final form… the power would be far more horrifying.
"So what, Saiyan monkey? Are you scared now?"
Cooler clenched his teeth, his voice dripping with hatred.
"But it doesn't matter. This time, I'll torture you… and then kill you in the most brutal way possible!"
He spat out each word one by one, the venom in his tone unmistakable.
"Is that so? Then I'd like to see just how you plan to take your revenge."
Broly began walking forward.
But as he moved, he muttered under his breath—
"Sister Bulma… I might lose control later. Run when that happens."
If both stayed in base form, he had nothing to fear.
But if Cooler transformed… then Broly would have no choice but to lose control to match him.
"Got it—be careful!"
Bulma immediately shot into the air, fleeing toward outer space.
Cooler saw her leave—but didn't bother stopping her.
To him, Bulma was nothing more than an insect. Once he killed Broly, catching her would be effortless.
As Bulma exited the planet, Broly stepped forward until he stood directly before Cooler.
Barely a meter separated them.
Their eyes locked—
And sparks seemed to ignite in the space between their gazes.
Cooler had originally come to meet Gran.
But now… he had completely forgotten that purpose.
"DIE!"
A violent surge of energy exploded from his body. A blazing energy sphere formed in his palm and shot forward.
The heat was terrifying—like a miniature sun had appeared, scorching Broly's skin.
But Broly merely tilted his head slightly—
And dodged it.
At the exact moment the energy blast detonated—
He moved.
BOOM!!
His muscles swelled explosively.
If he had looked like a young bull before, now he resembled a primordial beast unleashed. A feral roar rumbled from his throat.
"ROOOAR!!!"
Yet he hadn't lost control—
That was simply instinct.
BANG!
A punch thundered toward Cooler.
"Hmph! Let's see how much you've improved!"
Cooler met it head-on with his own fist.
But...
The instant their fists collided—
Cooler's confident expression shattered.
"Something's wrong… what is this power?!"
"How could you possibly possess—"
Before he could finish—
BOOM!!
An overwhelming force blasted him away.
"ROOOOAR!!!"
Broly roared again, immediately giving chase.
And so..
A brutal clash erupted across the nameless planet.
The sounds of fists colliding, shockwaves tearing through the air, and energy detonations echoed without end.
BOOM!!
Star-splitting storms.
Destructive lightning.
Their battle triggered terrifying phenomena, as if the apocalypse itself had descended.
"Impossible! Your power shouldn't be this great!"
"I trained for eight years—eight years! How can I still lose to you?! I refuse to believe it!!"
Cooler's screams rang out as the battlefield expanded.
From the northern hemisphere of the Super Dragon Ball—
To the southern.
And finally.
Their fight burst out into the vastness of space.
...
Meanwhile.
In another part of the cosmos, where Gran was destroying planets—
He sensed the violent fluctuations of energy.
"Hm?"
Floating in the void, Gran paused.
One of the auras was clearly Broly's.
The other…
felt strangely familiar.
It didn't take long before realization struck.
"So it's Cooler… He actually came looking for Broly again?"
Gran couldn't help but laugh.
Back then, he had spared Cooler's life simply because the guy had arranged a maid to serve him.
Yet now, eight years later.
Cooler had come knocking again.
Judging from his aura, he had indeed trained hard during those years.
"But…"
"That level of power still isn't enough to beat Broly."
Gran looked in the direction of their battle.
During the past eight years, while preparing for the Candidate God of Destruction tournament.
He had also taken time to train Broly whenever possible.
Now, Broly's base power had reached 150 billion.
If Cooler only had that much strength—
He would be beaten to death.
"…No. That's probably not his full power."
Gran stroked his chin thoughtfully.
In the original records, Frieza had achieved his Golden Form after only four months of training.
Cooler had trained for eight years.
Could it be—
He had also reached a Golden Form?
"…Now this is interesting."
A faint smile appeared on Gran's face.
"Let's see… between Golden Cooler and a berserk Broly—who's stronger?"
With that thought...
Gran swiftly destroyed the unqualified planet before him.
Then, placing two fingers against his forehead—
Whoosh!
He vanished instantly.