(Part 1)
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“Oh? Better not anger you? Who are you trying to scare?” Quitela’s interest was clearly piqued, and he asked with a smirk, “What are you going to do if I do make you angry?”
“The God of Destruction Sidra from the Ninth Universe, Mosco from the Third Universe, the human controlling Mosco, Mule, and his son!” Broly’s face was cold, and just as he was about to continue, he noticed that the light surrounding Ren was growing even brighter.
Broly’s eyes focused, and he decided to stop talking, realizing something important was happening.
“What? What were you going to say about them?” Quitela asked, slightly confused.
The light around Ren intensified, and his form was now fully human-shaped, beginning to materialize.
“I’ll tell you in a moment,” Broly said, his voice trembling with excitement, his body shaking even more.
“That pink fatty, you’re from the Seventh Universe, right?” Quitela, uninterested in Ren, suddenly turned his attention to Majin Buu as a thought crossed his mind.
Majin Buu stuck out his tongue, making a goofy face at him.
“Hmph! Did you know I hate people from the Seventh Universe the most?” Quitela sneered repeatedly.
He wasn’t lying; his greatest disdain was for Beerus and the entire Seventh Universe. Additionally, during the God of Destruction Tournament held in the Eighteenth Universe, it was Frieza from the Seventh Universe who had eliminated Quitela’s chosen warrior.
“Uh…” Majin Buu scratched his head and ignored him.
“I came in, I went out, what are you going to do about it? Hit me, you two idiots,” Quitela sneered, taunting them as he bounced around the edge of the energy barrier, becoming more and more obnoxious.
For Quitela, teasing these two was entirely his own amusement.
Broly and Majin Buu glanced at each other, clearly frustrated by the annoying behavior of this meddling jester.
Broly wanted nothing more than to pummel him, but this was a critical moment—he couldn’t afford any unnecessary trouble.
Majin Buu, on the other hand, clenched his fists, thinking about turning Quitela into chocolate.
The last God of Destruction chocolate, Sidra, had tasted great—crunchy and satisfying!
If he turned this guy into chocolate and ate him… Maybe he’d even surpass Broly in power?
Majin Buu felt tempted by the thought.
“I came in, I went out, what are you going to do about it? Hit me, you two idiots,” Quitela continued repeating his mockery.
“Broly, since he’s practically begging to be hit, why not grant his wish?”
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed from behind Broly and Majin Buu.
Broly’s eyes widened as he immediately turned around to see who had spoken.
Majin Buu also whipped his head around, staring at the person who had just appeared behind them.
It was Ren.
Ren had fully recovered, now wearing a set of angelic garments, a glowing golden halo around his neck, and holding a black angel’s staff. He stood about 1.8 meters tall, with a mature face that had replaced his once youthful features, looking even more strikingly handsome than before.
But the most eye-catching feature was Ren’s short silver hair, gleaming brilliantly in the vast expanse of space.
After 24 long years, Ren had finally transformed into a true angel.
“Ren…” Broly’s eyes reddened, and tears almost streamed down his face.
After 24 years of waiting, Ren had finally returned.
“Broly, you’ve grown up,” Ren said as he walked over, patting Broly on the shoulder.
Tears flowed freely from Broly’s eyes as he nodded forcefully.
“And Buu, you’re still as chubby as ever,” Ren said, playfully pinching Majin Buu’s plump cheek.
Majin Buu: “…”
Over the past 24 years, Ren had been fully aware of everything happening around him.
Broly and Majin Buu’s loyalty had deeply moved Ren.
Broly’s dedication was something Ren had expected. What he hadn’t anticipated was that Majin Buu, notorious for his appetite, would also wait patiently for 24 years, resisting the urge to eat and staying by Broly’s side.
This act of devotion had accelerated Ren’s growth.
“Ren… You’ve returned?” Broly wiped his tears and grinned broadly.
“Uh…” Majin Buu scratched his head, joining in with a goofy smile.
Quitela, floating on the edge of the barrier, widened his beady eyes as he looked over at Ren.
A new angel has really been born?
Why do I feel like I’ve seen him before…
Who is he?
After 24 years of growth, both Ren and Broly’s appearances had changed significantly. While their hairstyles remained the same, their faces had matured, transforming their previously youthful features into strikingly handsome ones.
Quitela hadn’t recognized them immediately.
Moreover, because they were communicating within the energy field in the vacuum of space, Quitela hadn’t heard a single word of their conversation.
Staring at Ren from afar, Quitela silently observed the newly born angel, thinking to himself.
So, the Ninth Universe has a new angel now!
But his skin color… it’s strange.
Aren’t angels supposed to have blue skin?
Your skin looks different, which is why I didn’t realize it sooner.
“Ren, have you really become a full-fledged angel?” Broly asked, his excitement evident.
“Yes, I have,” Ren confirmed with a nod.
“Your tail…” Broly noticed Ren’s silver tail swaying behind him.
Ren’s tail had turned silver, gleaming in the light.
“A tail?” Quitela was taken aback. “What the… Is this guy really an angel? I’ve never seen an angel with a tail before!”
“The color of the tail is quite nice,” Ren chuckled as his tail swayed behind him.
Ren then took a moment to sense his own body, realizing that his bloodstream had vanished, replaced by countless particles of angelic energy.
He was left speechless for a moment.
Why do I have a tail now?
Well, whatever. It’s probably just a form of evolution.
Besides, since my body is made of countless particles of angelic energy… It means…
My body can regenerate!
As long as the particles gather together again, I can restore my physical form.
Additionally, Ren’s transformation into a full-fledged angel had brought forth his accompanying staff.
He tested the staff’s ability to amplify his angelic energy—it increased it by fiftyfold.
Not bad, the amplification reached the level of a true angel.
Merus once said that his staff could only amplify energy by thirtyfold, while Vados’ could amplify it by fiftyfold. And the Grand Priest’s black-and-gold staff was the most powerful, capable of increasing energy a hundredfold.
Then there was the silver staff the Grand Priest occasionally wielded, which could magnify angelic energy by eightyfold.
Ren exhaled slowly, even releasing a shimmering bubble of energy.
Ren: “…”
Afterward, Ren turned his attention to Quitela, who was still hovering nearby.
Broly also glanced over at Quitela, his eyes filled with anger.
Now that Ren had recovered, Broly had nothing to hold him back.
An emerald green aura began to surge around Broly.
Ren raised his hand, signaling Broly to remain calm.
Quitela frowned, sensing that Broly’s energy had grown significantly stronger.
As for Broly’s transformation, Quitela hadn’t witnessed it during the God of Destruction Tournament since the Fourth Universe was the first to be eliminated. Therefore, he hadn’t fully grasped Broly’s capabilities.
Moreover, Gods of Destruction rarely interacted with one another.
Thus, most Gods of Destruction were unaware that the Ninth and Third Universes had been without Gods of Destruction for the past 24 years.
Many Gods of Destruction were too preoccupied with managing their own universes to pay attention to others.
Quitela had only wandered into the Ninth Universe out of boredom, curious to see what games Sidra had been playing lately.
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(Part 2)
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Being a God of Destruction was often a dull job.
Their primary duty was to destroy planets that had lost balance or served no purpose.
Though the task was as simple as a wave of the hand, performing the same duties for millions of years had left many Gods of Destruction feeling jaded.
Take, for example, a graphic designer tasked with making endless minor adjustments to font sizes. While easy, the repetitive work could make anyone want to pull their hair out.
Likewise, Gods of Destruction often grew tired of their role, sometimes wishing someone else would destroy planets so they wouldn’t have to.
Quitela had been wandering the cosmos for this very reason when he stumbled upon Broly, Majin Buu, and Ren’s transformation.
Out of sheer boredom, he had decided to toy with them.
With Beerus not around, who could challenge Quitela?
As the second strongest God of Destruction, Quitela was quite confident.
“Hey, you there, trainee angel! Aren’t you going to come over and greet me, the great God of Destruction?” Quitela called out with a smug smile toward Ren.
A trainee angel, after all!
From Quitela’s perspective, trainee angels weren’t anything special.
And in his eyes, Ren was just an angel born from the essence of the universe, not one of the Grand Priest’s direct offspring.
If Ren had been the Grand Priest’s child, Quitela would have shown more respect.
But since this angel had been born from cosmic energy, Quitela saw no need to show any courtesy.
After all, trainee angels were generally not strong enough to defeat a God of Destruction.
Ren calmly gazed at Quitela. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from where he stood.
“Where’d he go?” Quitela blinked, startled.
As Quitela was thinking about how fast this trainee angel was, he suddenly felt something off behind him. Mechanically, he turned his head, and what he saw made his face change repeatedly, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“When… when did you get behind me?” Quitela stammered, clearly shaken.
Broly raised an eyebrow in surprise and delight as he looked at Ren. Majin Buu’s mouth hung open in an “O” shape.
“My staff hasn’t even fully sharpened yet, but let’s start with you,” Ren said calmly, raising his staff and swinging it down toward Quitela.
Quitela tried to dodge, but Ren was faster.
Bang!
The staff struck Quitela squarely on the forehead.
Crack!
A sharp sound echoed as if Quitela’s skull had fractured. Without even the chance to scream, Quitela’s head slumped, and he passed out immediately.
Ren: “…”
Broly was stunned. Majin Buu’s mouth gaped even wider, as if he could fit an ostrich egg in it.
“Did you hear that cracking sound?” Ren asked, looking at Broly and Buu.
Both of them nodded vigorously. Indeed, the sound of cracking bones had somehow echoed, even though they were in the vacuum of space.
It was as if Quitela had used energy to broadcast the sound of his skull fracturing, a desperate signal that he could still be saved. Clearly, his survival instinct was strong.
“So fragile?” Ren sighed, shaking his head, a bit disappointed.
“Crunchy! I want to eat him!” Majin Buu patted his stomach, licking his lips as he eagerly approached.
Broly was instantly reminded of when Majin Buu had eaten Sidra, the God of Destruction. That chocolate had been crispy, and Buu had thoroughly enjoyed it.
“Not so fast. Let’s reset things,” Ren said, glancing at Majin Buu and then at the unconscious Quitela. He raised his staff, channeling angelic power through the crystal orb, and healing energy quickly enveloped Quitela.
In just a moment, Quitela’s eyes fluttered open.
“Lord Quitela, are you alright?” Ren asked, smiling.
Seeing that it was Ren, Quitela jolted in fright, immediately teleporting a safe distance away from him.
“Damn it! You caught me off guard! Do you think you could defeat me, the God of Destruction, in a fair fight?” Quitela blustered, pointing to himself with his thumb.
“Why don’t we have a rematch?” Ren suggested with a smile. “I’ll give you three seconds to prepare.”
“Three seconds? I only need one!” Quitela shouted, summoning a surge of purple-red energy.
Boom!
In an instant, Quitela unleashed all his God of Destruction power, pushing his strength to its absolute limit, his face showing extreme caution. He knew instinctively that this trainee angel was formidable. One wrong move, and he could lose.
However, he was confident in his own power. After all, he was the second strongest God of Destruction, perhaps even stronger than Beerus by now.
Quitela assumed a battle stance.
Whoosh!
Ren vanished again in a blink, reappearing almost instantly—standing on top of Quitela’s head.
“What… what?!” Quitela was dumbfounded, his shock quickly turning into rage.
Who do you think you’re mocking?!
Quitela slammed his hands upward, aiming to swat Ren off. But before he could react, Ren tapped Quitela’s head lightly with his staff.
Crack!
Another sharp sound echoed as Quitela’s hands froze in mid-air, his movements abruptly stopping. His head lolled to the side, and once again, he fainted.
Ren: “…”
“This weak?” Ren said, visibly disappointed.
Broly grinned in delight. Majin Buu’s lips twitched nervously as he stared at Ren’s staff, a sense of fear creeping over him.
That staff seemed terrifying. One simple tap, and Quitela’s skull had cracked.
And then, even as he fainted, Quitela had somehow managed to send out an energy signal, broadcasting his dire state. How desperate must he be?
Smack!
Ren once again channeled healing energy through his staff, covering Quitela and reviving him.
As soon as Quitela regained consciousness, his eyes darted around nervously.
Boom!
Without wasting a second, Quitela exploded with purple-red energy, shooting away in a desperate attempt to escape.
Broly’s aura flared, crackling with green lightning as he prepared to chase after him.
Earlier, when you messed with me, you wouldn’t listen. Now you think you can just run away?
You’ve got another thing coming.
I may have a better temper now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t give you a good beating.
Just as Broly was about to pursue him, he noticed something odd—Quitela, while speeding away, suddenly went limp and passed out mid-flight.
At the same time…
Crack!
The sound of cracking bones echoed once more, carried through energy waves.
Broly was baffled.
Majin Buu scratched his head in confusion.
Both of them turned to Ren, waiting for him to explain.
Can you really break his skull from that far away?
“When I healed him earlier, I left his skull partially unhealed. That way, if he tried to escape too quickly, it would crack again,” Ren explained with a smile, his silver hair gleaming in the starlight as his tail swayed gently behind him.
Majin Buu nodded, rubbing his head nervously. There was a hint of fear in his eyes.
I’d better behave around this guy. Otherwise, if he cracks my skull… I might not be able to regenerate.
It feels like it would even hurt my soul.
Whoosh!
In a flash, Ren appeared beside the unconscious Quitela.
“Oh dear, poor little mouse. Let me heal you again,” Ren sighed softly, his staff once more glowing with angelic energy as he healed Quitela.
Quitela slowly regained consciousness, blinking rapidly and glancing at Ren with newfound wariness.
“You should run now,” Ren said with a gentle smile, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth.
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(Part 3)
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Quitela’s body trembled violently. After a moment of hesitation, he quickly dropped to his knees before Ren.
“I’m sorry, I was wrong, Angel!” Quitela was on the verge of tears, overwhelmed by fear.
This guy is too powerful.
How could a trainee angel be this strong?
He seems just as powerful as a real angel!
I have no chance against him… it’s better to admit defeat quickly.
Today has been terrible… I should have checked my horoscope before stepping out.
Bang!
Ren swung his staff once more, striking Quitela on the head.
Crack!
Quitela’s skull fractured again.
“Oh dear, it cracked again,” Ren sighed.
Smack!
The staff glowed with angelic energy, enveloping Quitela’s head and quickly healing him.
Quitela slowly opened his eyes, regaining consciousness.
“Your head cracked, then healed, cracked again, and now it’s healed once more!” Ren said casually, while repeatedly tapping Quitela’s head, alternating between injuring and healing him with angelic power.
Quitela’s head kept fracturing and mending for several minutes.
After five minutes of this torment, Quitela finally broke down, crying uncontrollably. He waved his hands helplessly, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded with Ren.
“Please stop… If you keep this up, I’ll end up brain-dead.”
“Oh, this is so much fun,” Ren chuckled, his smile growing even wider.
“I’m really, really sorry! It’s all my fault!” Quitela frantically apologized, bowing repeatedly in desperation.
“Hmm, what’s that buzzing sound?” Ren asked suddenly.
Quitela: “???”
Quitela looked around in confusion.
How could there be mosquitoes here? We’re in space!
“You fool! Ren is saying your voice is so quiet that it sounds like a mosquito buzzing,” Majin Buu whispered in Quitela’s ear.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Quitela quickly raised his voice, terrified that Ren might not hear him.
However, as Quitela finished apologizing, something clicked in his mind. He suddenly remembered hearing this name before.
Quitela’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Ren.
“You… you’re that human angel…” Quitela stammered, pointing at Ren as the realization hit him.
Has this guy really become a full-fledged angel?
How is that possible? In just 20 years, he’s already transformed into a true angel?
Smack!
Broly dashed forward, grabbing Quitela’s wrist.
“Who are you pointing at? Where are your manners?” Broly growled coldly.
“You… you’re Broly? The newly appointed apprentice God of Destruction from Universe 18?” Quitela finally pieced it together.
Boom!
Broly delivered a powerful punch to Quitela’s side, landing directly under his arm.
“Aaaaargh!”
Quitela let out a howl of pain, his entire body going numb from the intense blow.
“Didn’t you say earlier you wanted me to hit you? Well, I’m granting your wish now!” Broly said, showing no mercy as he repeatedly slapped Quitela across the face.
Quitela’s face quickly swelled, turning bruised and purple like a balloon.
Boom!
Broly kicked Quitela hard in the chest.
Gush!
Quitela coughed up blood, leaving a trail of crimson in the void of space.
“Pass him over!” Majin Buu called out from the distance, waving at Broly.
Wham!
Broly nodded and delivered a powerful kick, sending Quitela flying toward Majin Buu.
Smack!
Majin Buu slapped Quitela back in Broly’s direction.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The two of them began batting Quitela back and forth like a ball, making Quitela soar helplessly between them.
After being cooped up for 24 long years, both Broly and Majin Buu had been desperate for some fun. Now, with Quitela as their plaything, they couldn’t be happier.
Quitela didn’t dare resist. He had no choice but to endure the beating, his body filled with pain.
I can’t fight back… That angel, Ren, is watching.
If I try to resist, my head will crack again.
He’s going to turn me into a vegetable at this rate.
It’s better to just let these two vent their anger. Maybe I’ll survive this.
Through the intense pain, Quitela allowed himself to be batted around by Broly and Majin Buu like a toy.
Ren didn’t interfere. He let the two of them have their fun.
After all, Quitela had asked for this himself when he chose to provoke them.
During Ren’s divine transformation, even if Quitela had fought Broly, it wouldn’t have mattered. As a transforming angel, Ren was immune to all attacks.
But Broly wouldn’t have understood that. Broly, after waiting 24 years for Ren’s return, wouldn’t risk anything happening to him.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Broly and Majin Buu continued slapping Quitela back and forth, their laughter echoing across the stars.
Quitela kept his mouth shut, his heart filled with despair.
You two just wait! When Ren’s not around, I’ll make you pay!
…
In Universe 7, a small spherical spaceship sped through space, heading towards the Solar System.
Inside the spaceship, a long-haired man with a scouter over his eye sat on a bench, smiling confidently.
“Prince Vegeta, I’ll be arriving on Earth in about a minute,” Raditz said with a smirk as he spoke to Vegeta.
Through the scouter, the image shifted, showing Vegeta and Nappa on a distant planet. The two Saiyans had nearly wiped the planet clean of life.
Corpses littered the ground, and the cries of the remaining inhabitants echoed faintly.
The few survivors clutched weapons, firing blue laser beams at Vegeta and Nappa.
But neither of them flinched, the laser beams as harmless as a tickle.
Against these low-level aliens, the planet’s inhabitants were utterly hopeless.
Vegeta casually destroyed one of the attackers with a single gesture, scoffing disdainfully.
“Hmph, even if your brother joins us, he won’t be of much use,” Vegeta said coldly, addressing Raditz.
“Prince Vegeta, my brother might be a low-class warrior, but he can transform into a Great Ape. Even if his battle power is low, he can at least help us clean up some of the trash. Don’t you agree?” Raditz chuckled.
“Do whatever you want,” Vegeta replied dismissively.
“But speaking of which, Prince Vegeta,” Nappa suddenly chimed in, “it’s been a long time since we’ve heard anything about Ren or Broly.”
Vegeta shot Nappa a sharp glare, anger flashing in his eyes.
Boom!
With a swift kick, Vegeta sent Nappa tumbling across the ground.
Nappa scrambled to his feet and quickly kneeled at Vegeta’s side.
“Prince Vegeta, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have brought them up!” Nappa stammered in fear.
“Nappa, I didn’t say you couldn’t mention them. I just happened to kick you. It’s your bad luck that you were standing nearby,” Vegeta said with a cold smirk.
Nappa: “…”
“It really has been a while since we’ve heard from them,” Vegeta said, the smirk on his face growing. “So what if they’re so-called Legendary Super Saiyans?”
Nappa didn’t dare speak, his body trembling.
“I just remembered something—didn’t Ren mention your brother, Kakarot?” Vegeta scoffed, a mocking smile on his face.
Raditz blinked in confusion, unsure of what Vegeta was getting at. He quickly asked, “Prince Vegeta, what did Ren say about my brother?”
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