"Well, whatever…" he muttered with a hint of boredom.
It was clear he had lost interest, wishing to train with someone.
After devouring an entire table of food for lunch, Broly resumed his training in the afternoon. While performing his exercises, he occasionally checked the Chat Group, participating in the conversations from time to time.
When dinner came, he repeated the ritual: another entire table was devoured in minutes. Then, he continued training until past midnight, at which point he finally decided to rest.
The next morning, he woke up early as usual, full of energy. This time, he decided not to be the only early riser.
"Get up!" he shouted, waking Cheelai and Lemo, who grumbled at first but eventually gave in to Broly's insistence.
However, at that exact moment, the Scouter began to emit an insistent beeping sound.
"Beep, beep, beep—"
The sound broke the morning stillness. Lemo, startled, quickly answered the call, casting a quick glance at Broly and Cheelai.
"H-Hello? Have you arrived at Planet Vampa?" he asked nervously.
On the other end, the response was hesitant.
"Hmm… there's a crater here… but it doesn't seem like Planet Vampa…"
"Yes, yes, it's a crater! That's Planet Vampa! That crater is the one I mentioned, the one caused by the mighty Broly!" Lemo quickly replied.
Hearing this, Cheelai slowly turned her head to look at Broly.
He averted his gaze, pretending he hadn't heard anything.
"Are you here already?"
"Alright, alright, I'll mark the location. Come immediately!" Lemo exclaimed before ending the call.
With a deep sigh, Lemo slumped his shoulders, wearing a tired but satisfied smile.
"So? What's the situation?" Broly asked, crossing his arms as he looked at him curiously.
"They were still hesitant. They thought this wasn't Planet Vampa."
"But I told them that this massive crater was caused by you, and that was enough to convince them. Now they can't wait to come."
Cheelai scoffed. "Ha! Sure, a crater like that… who wouldn't want to meet the lunatic who made it?"
Lemo nodded. "They were really impressed by your power level. Even though we couldn't measure it because the Scouter broke, seeing a crater like this, they know your strength must be extraordinary."
Broly nodded in understanding. "If they take me back… will you get a high reward?"
"Yes," Lemo admitted bluntly. "Usually, recruiting combat members requires a minimum power level of 1,000 units. From that point on, any recruitment comes with rewards that vary based on the combatant's power level."
As he said this, his eyes sparkled with longing.
For someone like him, with an insignificant combat level, grand aspirations were an impossible luxury.
What more could I want? I just want to protect myself… and earn some money.
"Hey, Lemo, how much do you think it will be?" Cheelai clenched her fists with evident excitement.
Lemo stroked his chin. "With someone as strong as Broly… probably, in Frieza's army, aside from Lord Frieza himself, there's no one who could compare to him. Not even the former members of the Ginyu Force would match his level."
"So the rewards should be… especially generous."
Cheelai raised an eyebrow, clearly dissatisfied with the vague answer. "But how much, exactly? Are we talking thousands, millions, what?"
"To be honest, I don't have an exact figure. There's never been a case like this before."
Cheelai rolled her eyes. "Then saying that is as good as saying nothing."
She fixed her gaze on Broly with a playful smile. "Broly! How much do you think you'll make us?"
Broly observed her, puzzled, raising an eyebrow as if evaluating her words.
His expression seemed to say: Do you realize talking like that might get you punched? You sound like a human trafficker.
However, he responded calmly. "I've lived on Planet Vampa since I was little. I don't know anything about what you call money."
Cheelai blinked, realizing her slip-up.
She scratched her head and stuck out her tongue with an embarrassed smile. "Ah, right, I forgot! Sorry…"
"..."
Broly sighed, resigned, as he watched her with exasperation.
Suddenly, his expression turned serious, and he raised his head toward the ceiling.
"They've arrived."
Cheelai looked at him, confused. "They've arrived? Who's arrived?"
Before Broly could respond, Lemo's Scouter began to beep. His face lit up as he noticed a small blinking dot on the screen.
"It's the people coming to rescue us!" His eyes widened in surprise.
"Come on, hurry, let's go see!"
The three of them rushed outside, looking up at the sky. Broly, thanks to his Ki perception, could already sense the approaching presence.
On the horizon, a black dot appeared in the sky.
The dot grew larger, becoming clearer as it approached, until it was evident it was a round ship.
Bang!
The ship landed forcefully, kicking up a cloud of sand and rocks that quickly dispersed in the wind.
!
The ship's hatch opened, and from it emerged a figure that immediately caught everyone's attention. His appearance was notably similar to Lemo's, clearly of the same race.
As soon as he stepped out of the ship, the newcomer ran toward them with an excited expression on his face. However, when he saw Broly, his excitement skyrocketed even further.
With trembling hands, he pressed the button on his Scouter to measure the power level.
On the device's screen, the numbers began to climb rapidly.
110… 1,000… 10,000…
Beep, Beep, Beep
The Scouter emitted a loud beep before the counter reset to zero.
"What?!" the man exclaimed, but before he could react, a column of smoke began to rise from the device.
Alarmed, he tore it off his face and flung it away.
Boom!
The Scouter exploded instantly. Despite losing the device, the newcomer didn't seem upset in the slightest. On the contrary, his face was lit with ecstasy.
"Ha, ha, ha! I knew his power level was off the charts! I've hit the jackpot! I've hit the jackpot!" he shouted, overflowing with emotion, completely ignoring Lemo and Cheelai, who watched him in disbelief.
Without hesitation, he ran toward Broly, grabbed his hands in his own, and began shaking them enthusiastically.
"Hello! You're Broly, right? I'm Lepa!" he said quickly. Then, with eyes shining with excitement, he added, "Is it true that you really plan to join Frieza's forces?"
Broly observed him with interest before replying, "Uh-huh."
This Lepa…
The resemblance between Lepa and Lemo was undeniable, from the face to the nervous gestures. They were surely of the same race, although Lepa seemed notably stronger, with a power level estimated at over 800—clearly above Lemo's and probably respectable among Frieza's army reservists.
"Will it really be us who recruit you?" Lepa asked, his eyes fixed on Broly.
"Uh-huh."
"Yay!"
Suddenly, Lepa let go of his hands and began jumping and shouting like a child.
"Yes, yes, yes! This is amazing!" he exclaimed, bouncing with overflowing excitement.
"…"
Broly watched him silently, his expression saying: What am I even looking at?
Cheelai and Lemo exchanged glances before shaking their heads and letting out deep sighs. Lepa continued jumping like a lunatic until he finally started to calm down.
Realizing how ridiculous his behavior had been, he coughed awkwardly and tried to compose himself.
"Sorry, sorry… I got too excited…" he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
Lemo, clearly worried Lepa might embarrass himself again, grabbed his arm and quickly addressed Broly.
"Broly, let's board the ship. Let's get out of this godforsaken place."