Kada—the very first planet Son Goku had visited on his maiden space voyage. Once a world of serene beauty and peace, it was now a smoldering hellscape. Volcanoes erupted violently, rivers of molten lava cut across the surface, and vast fires raged unchecked, blanketing the skies in thick, choking smoke. It was a vision of armageddon.
Freed at last from the shackles of control, Broly was scouring the cosmos, world by world, in a single-minded hunt for Kakarot. In mere days, several planets had met their end at his hands. Today, his search had led him to a world Kakarot had once tread upon: Kada.
"SPEAK! Where is Kakarot?! I can feel the faint residue of his ki here! He was here!" Broly roared, his golden-green aura a seething corona of power—the unmistakable form of the Legendary Super Saiyan. In his crushing grip, he held a burly, bull-headed humanoid—none other than Ox-King, the patriarch of the Minotaurs. Around them, the scorched ground was littered with the bodies of his fallen kin; the anguished cries of survivors echoed through the ruined landscape.
"Ka… Kakarot? I don't… know that name…" Ox-King gasped, his face purpling as he struggled for breath. "But… recently… a man named Son Goku visited… He looked… much like you…"
"Son Goku? Where is he now?!" Broly's eyes blazed with intensity at the promising lead.
"I… do not know." Ox-King's heart burned with hatred for the monster who had slaughtered his people, but the primal fear of death was stronger. He dared not resist—a far cry from the legendary courage of the Minotaur race.
"Seems you have nothing more to offer me. Perfect… time to test a little technique I picked up on Planet Yardrat." His casual tone implied a grim fate for that distant world as well.
A cruel smile twisted Broly's lips. Crackling arcs of green energy, like miniature lightning, shot from his palm and directly into Ox-King's temples. The Minotaur king convulsed violently as a torrent of memories—scenes, faces, conversations—were forcibly ripped from his mind and transferred to Broly's. Blood streamed from Ox-King's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth until, with a final shudder, he fell silent forever.
Broly tossed the lifeless husk aside like rubbish. "Earth… So that's where you're hiding… KAKAROT! HAHAHAHA!"
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Not far away, atop a jagged cliff, three Minotaur heads and one young woman cautiously emerged from a cleverly concealed burrow. Having witnessed Ox-King's gruesome end, their faces were pale with terror. The Minotaurs were Brute, his wife Two-Flower—whose impressive "assets" were legendary—and the scrawny, bug-eyed Strategist. The fourth was a beautiful young woman with an ethereal grace: Angel.
Soon after Goku had left Yardrat, Zamu—feeling threatened by Goku's lingering presence—had pressured Angel's family to honor their childhood betrothal immediately. The wedding date was set.
The news shattered Angel's peaceful life. The face she had tried so hard to forget blazed back into her mind with startling clarity—Son Goku. In that moment, she realized the truth: her feelings for Zamu were those of a brother, but her heart belonged to Goku.
On what was supposed to be her wedding day, she stole away, boarded the spaceship Goku had gifted her, and set a course for Earth. Curious about other worlds, she first made a stop at Kada Star.
There, she had met Brute and his eccentric crew. Because of their connection to Goku, they welcomed her warmly. Brute, Two-Flower, and Strategist had been giving her a tour when Broly descended—forcing them to dive into a pre-dug hiding hole as the very planet trembled under the invader's overwhelming power. Brute knew a direct fight was suicide, and Two-Flower's firm reasoning had prevented him from a glorious, foolhardy death.
"Brute, this is terrible! He stole Lord Ox-King's memories! He'll learn about the old boss!" Two-Flower fretted. Like Brute, she was a devoted admirer of Goku's strength and character.
"Let's sneak up and back-stab him!" Strategist croaked, thrusting a finger through a ring and grinning lewdly.
"Idiot!" Brute cuffed him hard on the back of the head. "I told you, he's in a different league! We'd be turned to dust before we got within a hundred paces! Some strategist you are—go join Lord Ox-King's ghost!"
"No, boss! I'm your most loyal subordinate! And Lord Ox-King is already dead!" Strategist wailed.
"We have to get off this planet," Angel said, her voice grave but steady. "If that monster finds us, we're dead."
"Leave? How?" the three Minotaurs asked in unison.
"Don't forget, I came here in a spaceship." She held up the capsule Goku had given her. "If we can reach Earth and find Goku, he can avenge everyone."
"Then let's move! If he spots us, it's all over," Two-Flower urged, peering nervously at Broly's distant, radiating form.
"Boss, look! He's flying away… Whoa! A giant ball is falling from the sky!" Strategist shrieked, eyes bulging.
"You blind fool! That's an energy blast, not a—"
"Ball! Damn it, he's going to blow up the whole planet!" Brute roared, cuffing Strategist again.
"Stop hitting my head! I used to be the smartest Minotaur on Kada—you've turned me half-witted!" Strategist whined, rubbing his sore scalp.
Angel didn't wait. She threw the capsule. POOF! A sleek, spherical spacecraft materialized before them. She and Two-Flower leaped inside.
"Are you two going to stand there yapping all day? Get in!" Two-Flower bellowed from the hatch.
The two male Minotaurs scrambled aboard in a panic, just as a blinding, deafening roar consumed the world behind them.
Kada Star vanished in a cataclysmic sphere of green annihilation. Yet, in the precise instant of detonation, concealed by the all-consuming fire and fury, a single, small spacecraft slipped through the maelstrom and shot into the void of space, carrying its four terrified passengers toward a distant, blue world called Earth.
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