"Sigh..."
Bang looked at the empty milk powder can, then at the energetic little guy in his arms, and sighed with a face full of weariness. "If this continues, I'm afraid this old man's dojo will have to be turned into a dairy farm... or I'll have to find a way to earn milk powder money!"
The martial arts Grandmaster was facing the greatest financial crisis of his career.
Broly also finally fully understood the current situation; the one who had adopted him was actually the S-Class Rank 3 hero of the One-Punch Man World—"Silver Fang" Bang!
In other words, he had actually come to this world full of Monsters.
"Forget it, since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it..."
Broly had a good mindset and quickly accepted reality.
"The main task now is to eat and sleep! Work hard to grow up!"
Of course, there was an even more important task—to suppress the power in his Bloodline that could go berserk at any moment.
As a Legendary Super Saiyan, terrifying power was naturally hidden within his Bloodline.
This power was like a dormant volcano, constantly restless within his tiny body.
In the original work, Broly often lost control and went on rampages as a child, possessing incredible destructive power.
Fortunately, as a transmigrator, his mental strength far exceeded that of an ordinary infant, acting like a solid dam.
If nothing unexpected happened, he could still suppress this boiling torrent of energy.
Time flew by.
In just two months—
Under Bang's careful care, Broly showed a shocking growth rate.
Thump, thump, thump!
The small figure could already run steadily around the dojo, looking like a two-year-old child.
This growth speed was truly astonishing.
"Speaking of which... it's time to officially give this child a name."
Bang looked at the baby playing by himself, stroking his beard with a kind smile.
He pondered for a moment, and inspiration suddenly struck: "Hmm... how about 'Banguo'? It's loud and grand, with a profound meaning!"
The old man felt more and more satisfied the more he said it.
"Broly!!!"
A clear, tender, but perfectly articulated child's voice smashed over like a small cannonball!
Bang: "...?!"
He suddenly looked down and saw the two-month-old little guy looking at him with big, dark eyes, repeating: "Broly!"
Bang was petrified.
Dismantling Monsters with his bare hands was daily life for him, but a two-month-old infant speaking... this completely exceeded his understanding of martial arts!
"Is... is that you talking?!" The old man's voice was a bit shaky.
Broly nodded vigorously, then hugged Bang's leg, looking up with an expression that could only be described as cute and innocent.
"..." Bang took a deep breath, trying to convince himself: "This child... was never ordinary to begin with... being able to speak... well, it's... quite reasonable?"
He squatted down and looked the baby in the eye. "Broly... is that your name?"
Broly nodded vigorously again.
Let the name of his past life go with the wind!
In this life, he is Broly!
He liked this name!
"...Alright, Broly."
Bang finally accepted this setting and patted the little guy's head.
Broly's eyes lit up, and he immediately seized the opportunity to sweetly call out: "Grandpa~~~!"
The baby voice's lethality was MAX.
Boom!
These two words were like an ultimate finishing move, instantly piercing through Bang's steel-hard shell of a martial arts Grandmaster.
"Gra... Grandpa?!"
Bang was stunned at first, then an unprecedented warm current surged into his heart.
The old man, who had never married or had children and had poured all his heart and soul into martial arts and his Disciples, felt his heart melting at this moment.
He laughed heartily and lifted Broly high up: "Hahaha! Good! Good boy! Let me hear you call me Grandpa again!"
"Grandpa~~~!" Broly was not stingy at all.
"Hahaha! From now on, you are my, Bang's, grandson!"
The old man's hearty laughter echoed through the dojo.
A sense of warmth also welled up in Broly's heart.
In his past life, family ties were weak; in this life, having a "Grandpa" who truly loved him seemed... not bad?
However, as a Legendary Super Saiyan, even in infancy, his terrifying power could not be completely hidden under the daily "warmth."
Bang!
—Another baby bottle was innocently sacrificed in Broly's hands, with shards and milk splashing everywhere.
Clang!
Broly just wanted to "walk a bit faster" to get a toy, but he ended up crashing through the sturdy wall of the dojo like a small cannonball, leaving a baby-shaped hole.
"Hiss... Broly! Gentle, gentle!"
The most miserable one was Grandpa Bang himself.
Once, while holding his grandson to play, Broly's excited little fist accurately landed on his grandpa's nose... Thud!
Bang clutched his nose, which had instantly turned black and blue, his head spinning as he almost fainted.
"Wuwu... Grandpa, I'm sorry..." Broly looked at his "masterpiece" and cried sincerely.
Bang clutched his nose, looking at his teary-eyed grandson; he was both amused and exasperated, so how could he bear to blame him?
While applying ice to his swollen nose, he fell into deep thought.
"This power... is too amazing, and..."
He could clearly feel that with every bit of Broly's growth,
The energy hidden in his tiny body, like a prehistoric beast, was also growing simultaneously and astonishingly.
This completely defied common sense!
The growth rate of the power far exceeded the infant's ability to control his body.
"Unable to control the skyrocketing power... is that the root of the problem?"
Bang's eyes became extremely solemn.
This grandson who fell from the sky not only had a mysterious origin but also possessed a terrifying talent far beyond imagination... A month passed quietly.
"Bang! I've come to see you!"
The dojo door was pushed open, and a travel-worn Bomb strode in, his loud voice breaking the silence of the dojo.
However, the hearty smile on his face instantly froze and turned into unbelievable shock when he saw what was in his brother Bang's arms.
"Ban... Bang?" Bomb's voice changed pitch as he rushed to his brother's side, his eyes wide. "Whose... whose child is this?!"
"Brother?!"
Seeing his long-lost older brother, a flash of genuine joy appeared in Bang's eyes.
He carefully lifted the baby in his arms a bit higher, his face overflowing with a strange, almost boastful, loving smile. "Let me introduce you, this is my grandson!"
"Grand... Grandson?!"
The expression on Bomb's face could no longer be described as just strange; it was as if he had swallowed a live frog.
He suddenly leaned in and lowered his voice, with a bit of playfulness and disbelief. "Hey, hey, you brat! When did you secretly father a child out there? Now even a grandson has popped out?!"
Countless scenes from their youth instantly flashed through his mind—could his brother's wild martial artist career have included some "romantic flings"?
"Ahem!"
Bang almost choked on his own saliva and couldn't help but roll his eyes dramatically...