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He went up to the door and took a glimpse inside. He saw a young woman with bluish skin and violet hair. She reminded Broly of a younger looking version of Widowmaker from Overwatch. He had met her before, when he rescued her after she escaped from the attack from CEs. Broly already heard that the city lord hosted another tournament for older people, but he wouldn't have thought that she could become so strong that she was scouted as the city lords' disciple.

Before he could close the door, he was spotted by her. She stared at him with a widened eye. She ran up to him. She stood a few meters away and gave a salute to him.

”Sir Broly, it is an honor.” She was almost shouting at this point.

”Hey ahem Violet. It has been 12 years already, hasn't it? Seems like you made tremendous progress.”

”Yes, Sir! Although the CEs are gone thanks to you, it doesn't mean there are no other threats. I want to be at my best if we get attacked one day once again.” She spoke with conviction.

Broly smiled. People like her, who give their best no matter the situation will push a civilization to new heights.

”Just call me Broly. Keep up the good work and remember to have enough rest between your sessions, those are as important as the workout itself.”

”Understood, Si- Broly.”

Broly closed the door and headed towards his room. Violet still stood in salute with utmost admiration still lingering in her eyes as she looked at the closed door.

'I knew he was great but after becoming a disciple and heard about his feats. Broly is not only the greatest battle genius but my savior and the savior of the whole planet. He rushed into the base of the CEs alone and slaughtered every single last of them. What a sight that would have been…' Violet thought.

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Broly went inside his training room, closed the door and looked around. After a while he found out how to turn the sign red and went up to the gravity control. Now that he thought about it, it was weird that no one else had claimed this room.

He looked at the options, surprisingly it started from 500g upwards to 1500g. They had risen the upper limits, but he wondered why they removed the lower options. Not wanting to ponder about it any longer he turned it on and started training.

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The next morning, he stepped outside still sweating all over. His clothes were again torn numerous times. It couldn't handle the intense training he completed every session. He needed to find other clothes that wouldn't be damaged that easily.

He walked towards a famous armor shop in the city center. They made high quality armor for the elites of all races. On the way he attracted the crowd's attention, with his 2,12m of height, as he was easily spotted. Not many races were tall in the city, so he especially stood out.

Few people knew of his identity and it quickly spread like wildfire. Some even tried to approach him, but as soon as he saw that, he released his aura. Everyone without exception made way for him. Not able to approach closer than 2 meters.

He walked inside the shop and was immediately greeted by numerous armors, resembling different forces of the universe. He saw the armor in the style of the galactic patrol and also armor made after Frieza's forces. One piece in particular stood out to him. A black chest armor with a green mid-section and shoulder pads. Corresponding black armbands and black boots with white borders. The toes on the boots were green as well. It looked almost identically to the one in the new Broly movie.

He pointed at it and said.

”I will take this.”

The shop owner, who was reading what seemed to be the news, didn't look up and just said the price.

”100 energy crystals.”

”I will take the purple pants and that green fur as well.”

”150 then.”

”Go to the Saiyan headquarters and say that Broly owes you money, they will pay you.”

Without waiting for a response, he flew up wanting to leave. The shop owner saw this, he screamed out thief and pressed a button under the counter.

The armor in Broly's hand suddenly lit up in blue lightning, enveloping it completely. He looked through his items and removed a small device on the inside of the armor and crushed it. The lightning ceased, and he flew away.

The shop owner looked with widened-eyes at Broly who was completely unfazed by the safety measurements.

”Did he say his name was Broly? The- the savior??”

As Broly flew towards the palace, he noticed that many on the ground were pointing at him. He looked around and saw that he was the only one flying.