Buu Takes Over Mosco, Mule’s Furious Battle with Broly (Part 1)
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“Do you really think you have the power to turn them into chocolate? They’re real Gods of Destruction!” Broly shook his head.
“Uh…” Majin Buu fell silent.
“Did you notice that robot that Mule uses?” Broly whispered.
Majin Buu nodded rapidly.
“Can you take control of that robot?” Broly asked.
“Can you eat a robot?” Majin Buu asked excitedly, rubbing his stomach.
“No,” Broly replied, shaking his head.
“Then I won’t take it,” Majin Buu said, rejecting the idea quickly.
“If you take control of the robot, it might give us an edge to defeat him,” Broly suggested. “I think your magic might be able to take it over.”
“Then let’s do it!” Majin Buu’s eyes lit up with excitement.
“Let’s wait and see what they’re up to first,” Broly decided after a moment. “We’ll stay here for now.”
One minute later.
Sidra and Mosco arrived, landing beside Broly and Majin Buu.
“What are you two wandering around here for? Are you lost?” Sidra waved with a friendly smile, trying to make conversation.
“We want to go to Universe 6, but we don’t know how to get there,” Majin Buu answered.
“Why go to Universe 6? Come with me to the God of Destruction’s realm. I’ll show you some more fun things,” Sidra smiled. “Plus, didn’t I say I’d teach you both some techniques for being a God of Destruction?”
“No thanks,” Broly refused. “I’ll let Champa teach me.”
“Don’t be like that. Champa can’t even manage himself, let alone teach you,” Sidra grinned at Broly.
“No!” Majin Buu shook his head as well.
“Beep, beep!” Mosco made mechanical noises.
“What’s he saying?” Majin Buu asked, confused.
“Nothing important…” Sidra waved it off.
Bang!
Suddenly, the hatch on Mosco’s stomach opened, and Mule stuck his head out, gripping the door.
“You two are really testing my patience! I’ve had enough of being polite!” Mule shouted angrily at Broly and Majin Buu.
Mule had reached his breaking point.
What’s the point of talking to these two brats?
Wouldn’t it be easier just to beat them up?
“Sidra, I’m done playing nice!” Mule growled, flying out of Mosco’s body, his face twisted in frustration.
Sidra stayed silent, watching.
“I’ve decided to handle this my own way!” Mule snarled, his expression growing darker.
Sidra still didn’t say anything.
“Broly, tell me—did you kill my son?” Mule pointed his finger accusingly at Broly.
Broly said nothing, knowing that he wasn’t strong enough to face Mule head-on.
“Don’t want to answer, huh?” Mule narrowed his eyes, his face growing even more menacing. “Don’t think you can fool me! My son went to Universe 7 and mysteriously died within minutes! And to top it off, he reincarnated right away? You expect me to believe this has nothing to do with you?”
Broly’s heart skipped a beat, but he remained silent.
So, he already suspected us?
“My son’s robot, Luke, was incredibly powerful!” Mule continued, his voice filled with anger as he pointed at Broly. “I investigated that galaxy in Universe 7, and besides you and Buu, there’s no one else strong enough to have killed him! Who else could it be?”
Majin Buu: “???”
What are you even talking about?
Why are you dragging me into this?
“Angels don’t kill, so the only culprits left are you and Buu!” Mule’s eyes burned with rage as he spat his words at Broly, his saliva flying everywhere.
Smack!
Broly, losing patience, powered up, his body surrounded by a dark green aura as he transformed into the Legendary Super Saiyan.
Without hesitation, Broly grabbed Mule’s finger and twisted it.
“Ahhh!”
Mule screamed in pain, feeling like his finger was about to be snapped off.
He never expected Broly to suddenly attack.
Now in his Legendary Super Saiyan form, Broly unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, pummeling Mule, who was caught off guard and cried out in pain.
“Buu! Now!” Broly shouted while continuing to batter Mule.
“Huh?” Majin Buu snapped out of his daze and immediately flew toward Mosco.
Whoosh!
Majin Buu dove into Mosco’s body through the open hatch.
Clang!
The hatch shut tight behind him.
Inside, Majin Buu attempted to take control of Mosco, but despite all his efforts, he couldn’t establish a connection.
Frustrated, Majin Buu fumbled around, growing more frantic.
Meanwhile, outside…
Broly had pinned Mule down, slamming his head against Mule’s in a brutal headbutt.
Bang!
Both of them staggered from the collision, feeling dizzy.
Mule, dazed and in pain, couldn’t believe how much Broly had grown in just six months.
Half a year ago, this kid wasn’t even close to my level.
Now he’s nearly strong enough to be a real threat.
“Hahaha, Mule, need my help?” Sidra chuckled as he watched the fight from the sidelines.
“Hmph, I don’t need it! You think I’d lose to a five-year-old brat?” Mule sneered.
Bam!
Just as he finished speaking, Broly landed an uppercut to Mule’s stomach.
Ugh…
Mule coughed up a mouthful of bile, then kicked Broly in the shoulder, sending him flying backward.
Mule rushed forward to follow up, but Broly met him head-on with a punch.
Boom!
The impact from their punches sent shockwaves rippling through space, obliterating nearby planets as if they were made of paper.
“Not bad, not bad,” Sidra remarked, watching with amusement. “They’re doing my job for me. I was too lazy to destroy those planets anyway.”
“Still, Mule, if you lose to a rookie God of Destruction, I’ll cut ties with you,” Sidra teased.
“Hmph, lose to him? Not a chance,” Mule scoffed, grabbing Broly’s arm and landing a fierce kick to his side.
Broly grimaced in pain but retaliated with a powerful slap to Mule’s face.
Mule felt his cheek burning from the blow.
“Brat, you’re asking for it!” Mule roared, his energy surging wildly.
Bam!
Mule threw a heavy punch, landing it in Broly’s abdomen.
Ugh…
Broly spat out another mouthful of bile, but quickly kicked Mule in the face, leaving a bright red shoe print on his cheek.
Broly opened his mouth.
Whoosh!
A dark green energy blast shot out, heading straight for Mule.
Seeing the incoming attack, Mule didn’t dodge. Instead, he slapped the energy aside with a wave of his hand.
Bang!
The energy blast veered off course.
“Is that all you’ve got? Do you really think your boosted energy is enough to defeat me?” Mule sneered.
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Buu Takes Over Mosco, Mule’s Furious Battle with Broly (Part 2)
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Just as Mule finished speaking, something felt off.
“Hey, Mule, he’s behind you!” Sidra laughed.
Mule’s smile froze. He turned around and, sure enough, Broly was right behind him.
Broly grabbed both of Mule’s arms, forcefully pulling them behind his back.
“Ahhhh!” Mule screamed in agony.
Broly yanked with all his might.
Mule felt like his arms were about to be torn off, his screams becoming even more desperate.
Frustrated that he hadn’t managed to rip off Mule’s arms, Broly slammed his head into Mule’s back with a bone-crunching thud.
Ugh…
Mule spat out a mouthful of blood.
Bang!
Broly kicked him again, this time landing a solid hit to Mule’s lower back.
“Argh!”
Mule tumbled through space, flipping several times before releasing energy to stabilize himself, coming to a stop beside Sidra.
“That little brat isn’t simple. He’s more of a challenge than I expected,” Sidra remarked with a smile.
“Hmph,” Mule wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, glaring menacingly at Broly.
“By the way, that pink blob is inside your Mosco,” Sidra pointed at the nearby Mosco.
“What? He thinks he can control my Mosco?” Mule sneered, clearly not concerned.
“Mule, you might want to control Mosco and fight. Losing to a rookie God of Destruction would embarrass us veterans,” Sidra suggested with a chuckle.
“Do you think I need Mosco to deal with a kid like this? Are you insulting me?” Mule scoffed, making it clear he had no intention of using Mosco. “Besides, fighting this brat is fun! I haven’t had such a good fight in a long time.”
With that, Mule calmly flew toward Broly.
Huff, huff, huff…
Broly panted heavily, feeling the immense power of his opponent. He had unleashed all his energy from the start, hoping to overwhelm Mule quickly. But Broly didn’t expect this red-faced warrior to be so durable. Despite his heavy attacks, Mule wasn’t seriously hurt, while Broly was already feeling fatigued.
“Good, Broly, you haven’t disappointed me,” Mule said, rubbing his nose, smiling at Broly.
Broly’s expression became more serious.
Meanwhile, inside Mosco, Majin Buu continued trying to control the robot, but no matter what he did, Mosco remained motionless. Even using his magic had no effect.
“Hey, Buu, it’s useless. I know you can use magic,” Sidra said, approaching Mosco and tapping its body. “This is a God of Destruction’s robot, Mosco! You’re just a human—did you really think your magic could control him?”
Majin Buu ignored Sidra.
“Better come out now, Mule is about to get serious. I think Broly might get killed,” Sidra said with a teasing grin.
Majin Buu’s eyes widened. Without hesitation, he opened the hatch and flew out of Mosco, landing beside Broly.
Broly glanced at Majin Buu.
“Couldn’t control it!” Majin Buu said, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Even your magic didn’t work?” Broly asked.
“Nope,” Majin Buu replied.
Broly didn’t say anything more.
“Let’s fight him together!” Majin Buu suggested.
“No, I’ll handle this alone,” Broly insisted stubbornly. “If I’m going to become the strongest God of Destruction, I can’t lose to one of the weakest Gods.”
“Okay!” Majin Buu nodded without question.
“Broly, I’ll ask you one last time—did you kill my son?” Mule’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Broly.
Broly stayed silent, refusing to answer.
“You think staying silent will stop me from finding out the truth?” Mule growled. “I’ll make you confess!”
Boom!
Suddenly, Mule’s body erupted in a flash of purple-red light. Seeing Mule’s transformation, Broly’s expression grew even more serious.
“Didn’t that human angel, Ren, tell you? Gods have their own way of fighting!” Mule sneered, his purple-red aura flaring even brighter.
Broly remained silent.
“Tremble, brat! You shouldn’t have messed with a God of Destruction!” Mule laughed maniacally.
“Hahaha, Mule, don’t forget that he’s a God of Destruction too, even if he’s just an intern,” Sidra chimed in from the side.
“Shut up!” Mule snapped.
“Alright, alright, I’ll just watch,” Sidra laughed, not taking offense. “Need any help?”
“Hmph, I don’t need help to deal with an intern God of Destruction!” Mule scoffed, “I won’t even use Mosco. I’ll crush this kid myself!”
“Good luck then. Don’t embarrass us veterans,” Sidra shrugged, his smile growing wider.
“Are you ready to get beaten, brat?” Mule’s expression turned even darker.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Mule extended his clawed hand, launching a blast of purple-red energy toward Broly.
Broly gritted his teeth, raising his hand to block. He extended a finger and pierced the energy blast, then grabbed it with his other hand, ripping it in two.
Rip!
Mule’s destructive energy was torn apart by Broly’s sheer strength.
“Impressive. This kid has even more potential for growth than I thought,” Sidra remarked.
Whoosh!
Before Broly could react, Mule appeared above him in an instant.
Bang!
Mule executed a powerful overhead kick, slamming Broly on the head. His skull twisted from the force as he was sent hurtling through space, leaving a trail of green energy in his wake.
Forty seconds later…
Crash!
Broly’s body pierced through a massive asteroid, bursting out from the other side.
Whoosh!
Mule pursued him with incredible speed, delivering another fierce kick that sent Broly spinning uncontrollably.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Mule accelerated his attacks, pouring more energy into his blows. Broly found himself completely overwhelmed, unable to defend against the onslaught.
Watching from a distance, Majin Buu trembled with anger as he saw Broly being pummeled.
“Aren’t you going to help him? If you wait too long, he’ll be dead,” Sidra commented casually, glancing at Majin Buu.
“You can’t bully Broly!” Majin Buu roared, enraged. White steam billowed from the vents on his head and shoulders.
Whoosh!
Majin Buu charged at Mule.
Smack!
Mule effortlessly raised his left hand, blocking Majin Buu’s charge. He grabbed Buu’s antenna and slapped him several times across the face, leaving Buu helpless.
Thud!
With a swift kick, Mule sent Majin Buu flying backward.
Crash!
Majin Buu collided with Broly.
Gasp!
Broly coughed up a mouthful of blood as the green aura surrounding him dissipated, reverting him to his base form.
Although Broly’s power had increased significantly over the past six months, the gap between him and Mule was still vast.
Previously, when Broly and Ren teamed up against Champa, even with Ren’s assistance, Broly had been seriously injured multiple times by Champa—and Champa hadn’t even been fighting at full power.
But now, things were different.
Mule had made up his mind. He intended to beat Broly into submission and force him to admit to killing his son.
Who else could it be?
Mule was convinced there was no one else.
Otherwise, why would his son have died so mysteriously?
If it wasn’t Broly, Champa wouldn’t have hidden the truth about his son’s death from him.
It had to be this brat!
And on top of that, this kid had teamed up with Champa to humiliate me!
I haven’t even settled that score yet!
I still need treatment to recover what I lost…
Damn it… I even have to squat when I use the bathroom now, otherwise, I’ll end up peeing on my legs!
The more Mule thought about it, the angrier he became.
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