American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 113 Kakarot and Broly
As the white light pierced the heavens and soared above the clouds, the gruesome sight of flying flesh and blood caused Gamora and Nebula to freeze in place.

Qiu Yi died.

Before he could even react in fear, a giant hand crushed his head in an instant.

At least from Broly's perspective, he crushed Kakarot's head.

The deafening explosion nearly destroyed the entire island, and the soaring shockwave even caused the surrounding lake water to flow backward.

Gamora and Nebula, who had fallen into the water, were caught off guard and swept into the undercurrents created by the shockwave.

"Stop! Broly, stop right now!!"

The controller in Paragus's hand was burning hot, as if it might explode at any moment. Broly's collar tightened more and more, causing him increasing pain.

However, because Gamora was caught up in the undercurrents, the power of the Mind Stone remained inactive.

On one hand, there is the forceful control resulting from absolute mental torment; on the other hand, there is the release of the purest instincts from the depths of the soul.

The impact of the two forces intertwined in Broly's mind, forming a huge undercurrent storm.

The electric current that spread throughout his body awakened childhood traumas stemming from tens of thousands of instances of abuse.

"Ugh! Ahhh!! Ahhhhhh!!! Ahh ...

Broly clutched the collar around his neck, tearing at it with all his might. He didn't know what material the collar was made of; it seemed like a tight band binding a monkey, deeply embedded in his flesh. Even with his current strength, he couldn't tear it off.

Broly screamed in agony, a suffocating feeling gradually spreading through him. He wailed, despaired, helpless, and resentful, his heart aching as if he were being boiled in a cauldron of knives and boiling oil.

During the countless days and nights of torment on Planet Wampa, no one ever came to his rescue.

Tragically, the only thing that accompanied him in this world, the only thing that existed in his heart, besides his father's abuse, was...
The only sound is the baby's cry that I've heard since birth.

The next second, Broly's muscles surged with terrifying energy at a visible speed, expanding to a state far exceeding that of a normal group, making him look both burly and terrifying.

Like a terrifying god of death standing between heaven and earth, it exudes a brutality that has destroyed everything since ancient times.

"Kakarot!!"

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, everything seemed to freeze.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two burning hearts, pulsating with the echoes of fate, like a symphony of destiny, spanning more than a decade.

The heavy knocking sound seemed to break his most primal instincts, causing Broly to fall into an unexpected silence. He turned his head slowly, almost as if he were pausing, and looked at the person behind him with a knowing look.

An arm grabbed Paragus's hand that was using the controller, its icy expression like a cold winter wind as it stared at the being before it.

"Who are you????"

Paragus stared in shock, the newcomer's appearance instantly reminding him of the Saiyan named Arika.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The once clear sky suddenly gathered dark clouds that blotted out the sun, a bolt of lightning struck between the two, and a gale arose.

Carrot El's gaze met Broly's, then he coldly looked at Paragus, grabbing his hand with one hand and gently squeezing it. With a deafening boom, the terrifying force pulverized the controller in Paragus's hand, deforming Paragus's fingers in the process.

But Paragus had clearly forgotten the pain. The destruction of the controller struck him like a thunderbolt. The lingering tremor in his pupils struck the deepest fear in his soul, and he let out a desperate groan.

No one knew Broly's terror better than him!
This person's action was tantamount to unleashing the reins on a mad dog capable of destroying the universe!

"It's truly remarkable that it can suppress such a level of power."

Carrot El made no attempt to hide his loathing for Paragus, his contemptuous tone sending a chill down his spine as he muttered to himself:

"However, there seems to be another interpretation to the story."

"Superman's weakness has never been Kryptonite, but his kindness."

"Just as Broly could easily kill you if he weren't out of control."

"The fact that you're still alive is the best proof of that."

Carrot shoved Paragus to the ground.

He doesn't deserve to be a father. As an orphan of the same race after their destruction, he and Broly clearly only have each other, yet he always uses the name of love to control the child.

If Paragus hadn't been fully aware of Broly's love, how could he have dared to take advantage of it!
Even the fat puppet knew to kill Babidi when he wasn't looking, so how could Broly not know?

Superman's weakness has never been Kryptonite, and Broly's control was never due to that controller!

Paragus's face was filled with shock, his expression changing repeatedly as he watched the newcomer, yet somehow, the person seemed vaguely familiar.
"Who are you? How do you know about Broly?"

"Ka, Ka, Ro, Te".

The next second, to Paragus's horrified gaze, Broly, with a smirk, slowly and deliberately spelled out the syllables of the name.

But this time it wasn't out of instinctive anger, but out of rational clarity!
Upon hearing this name, Paragus was no less shocked than the lakes of Namek.

As Broly uttered those words, the face so close to his seemed to overlap with Arika's:
"Could it be... you are...?"

"You're Arika's son??"

The moment Carrot El stood before Broly, his heart pounded with an unprecedented feeling.

The blood flowed through my body with a surge of heat, as if something was stirring deep within my heart, and every cell in my body was cheering with joy.

At this moment, the beating of the two hearts seemed to resonate and overlap.

"Broly".

With each step he took, the wild grass within a five-kilometer radius was flattened by three inches by the shockwave emanating from Carrot El.

Ignoring Paragus, Carrot El's gaze remained fixed on Broly, murmuring the name of the person before him.

It was unbelievable; he had never felt this way in his life, and he dared not feel this way even on Earth, which felt like his home.

But now, as this feeling welled up inside him, Carrot El felt as if a layer of skin had been torn off, and he silently clenched his fists.

"Is this guy really Kakarot???"

"How could this be? How could Kakarot be here?"

"He didn't die in the destruction of the planet???"

(End of this chapter)