This wasn't like their battles with Frieza or Buu. There was no malice in Broly’s strikes—only a desperate, explosive need to survive. Every time the Saiyan Prince landed a blow, Broly’s aura flared brighter, shifting from a dull green to a blinding, radioactive emerald.

As the two rivals prepared for their ultimate gamble—the Metamoran Fusion—they looked at the "monster" before them. They didn't see an enemy. They saw a mirror of what the Saiyan race used to be: beautiful, terrifying, and utterly unbroken.

In this realm of pure energy, the traditional rules of martial arts failed. Broly let out a roar that vibrated through Goku’s very bones. His muscles expanded, his armor snapping off his frame. He wasn't just a warrior anymore; he was a force of nature.