The blazing aura surrounding Kaito's body flowed into his palm and poured entirely into his own body.
Broly's massive muscles began shrinking rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, soon returning to their original size.
After extracting a small sample of Broly's flesh, Kaito began absorbing again—within moments, Broly was reduced to a dried-out corpse.
Feeling the immense power now surging inside him, Kaito nodded in satisfaction, then completely erased Broly's remains from existence.
Flying up from the crater, Kaito first healed the wounded Goku and the others, then turned toward Bulma.
"It's done. Let's head back."
Bulma nodded blankly. She walked to Kaito's side, and the two vanished from the spot.
...
After they left, Vegeta suddenly lunged forward with all his strength, then crawled like a caterpillar toward the massive crater where Broly had fallen.
When he reached the edge and peered down, he saw nothing but a black, human-shaped mark scorched into the bottom of the pit.
Seeing that, he murmured to himself,
"So the Super Saiyan… just died like that?"
For Vegeta, the Super Saiyan had always been a sacred symbol—a faith he'd pursued his whole life. And now, Kaito had shattered that belief as easily as flicking away dust. It was something he simply couldn't accept.
Goku and Piccolo also stepped up to the crater's edge, silently staring downward.
Even though Broly's combat performance had been rather disappointing, the moment his Super Saiyan power erupted, that aura—so wild and overwhelming—had shaken everyone present to the core.
After what they'd witnessed today, it was doubtful any of them would be getting much sleep tonight.
...
Meanwhile, Kaito had already returned to the lab with Bulma. He placed the fragment of Broly's flesh on the experimental table and began extracting his cells.
Through the computer screen, a faint emerald glow could be seen radiating from the samples.
Bulma couldn't help but exclaim,
"Incredible vitality! He's a Saiyan just like Vegeta, isn't he? How could there be such a huge difference?"
Kaito smiled faintly.
"Some people are born blessed by the heavens, while others are as ordinary as blades of grass. You of all people should understand that—your intelligence isn't something most could ever compare to."
It wasn't empty flattery. Kaito truly meant it.
After all, who would've thought that a sixteen-year-old girl could invent something like the Dragon Radar? Most kids at that age hadn't even finished high school.
And later, she even built a time machine—during an era when resources were scarce, no less. That kind of achievement would've been groundbreaking anywhere in the universe.
Bulma was caught off guard by the sudden praise, her cheeks turning faintly pink. Trying to act nonchalant, she said with an awkward laugh,
"Oh, come on, I'm not that great, haha~"
Kaito shook his head, fixing her with a serious look.
"I'm not exaggerating. You really are a genius among geniuses. I'm certain of it."
After saying that, he turned back to the experiment, leaving Bulma frozen in place, her mind spinning.
Kaito's words had struck something deep within her. She'd been praised for her intellect countless times before—but somehow, his words felt different. More sincere. More… fulfilling.
She caught herself wondering why. Was it because the praise came from someone who felt almost divine?
Bulma imagined Kaito's words coming instead from someone like Piccolo—and immediately broke into a cold sweat at the thought.
...
While she was lost in thought, Kaito had already implanted Broly's cells into his own chest. The moment they entered his body, they were devoured and assimilated, and the power of the Legendary Super Saiyan bloodline began merging with his own.
BOOM!
The lab floor suddenly cracked open, startling Bulma so much she let out a scream.
"What—what's happening!? Kaito!?"
Kaito's long white hair floated upward, now faintly glowing with a translucent green light—just like Broly's.
A ring of green flame-like energy rose around his body—not the violent, explosive aura Broly had displayed, but one that burned calmly, steadily, like living fire.
The ferocity of Super Saiyan power intertwined with Kaito's divine energy, fusing into a strange and perfect balance.
A wide white robe manifested around him, and the characteristic horns of the Ōtsutsuki clan grew from his head. Behind him shimmered a golden image—the God of Tides.
His eyes transformed into the Kinringan.
This was his ultimate form—the God of the Ōtsutsuki.
An overwhelming divine pressure radiated from the small lab, spreading outward until it enveloped the entire Earth.
That oppressive aura was far beyond what a normal human like Bulma could endure. Even though Kaito did his best to restrain it, it still struck her hard.
With a choked gasp, Bulma coughed up blood and collapsed weakly to the floor.
Kaito wanted to help her, but the energy raging inside him was too wild to control. He hadn't expected the Legendary Super Saiyan bloodline to be this powerful.
Closing his eyes, he focused on suppressing the storm within.
Gradually, his robe split open at the chest, exposing his torso, then began to shift—shrinking and reshaping until it resembled a fitted trench coat.
The green aura faded, drawn back into his body. His horns retracted.
Finally, he exhaled deeply, and the crushing divine pressure vanished.
Ignoring his own state, Kaito hurried to Bulma's side, lifting her gently and transferring a wave of Yang Release chakra into her body. Slowly, color returned to her pale face.
Bulma, still trembling from fear, clutched her chest and said,
"That was terrifying… Kaito, was that your true form?"
"Yeah. Sorry about that. I got a bit too eager—didn't expect the power to go berserk."
"It's fine, I'm okay now. But wow… you looked incredible! So majestic—that's exactly what a god should look like! Honestly, I should be thanking you for letting me witness it firsthand!"
Bulma grinned and playfully poked his chest with her finger.
Seeing her like that, Kaito finally relaxed. He'd been worried the shock might've left her traumatized—but apparently, she was fine.
Neither of them realized how intimate their position had become—Kaito kneeling halfway down, Bulma smiling softly in his arms.
At that exact moment, an incredulous shout rang out from the doorway.
"WHAT are you two doing!?"
The voice startled Bulma so badly she nearly tumbled from Kaito's arms.
When she turned toward the door, she saw Yamcha standing there—his face dark with rage.
For some reason, Bulma couldn't help but notice that the color of his hair looked… oddly unnatural.
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