A Saiyan Who Was Born with 50,000 PL

"Zamasu, this time I will definitely get rid of you!"

As Goku and Broly clashed in an intense battle, Trunks didn't hesitate for a moment. Clenching his fists, a golden aura erupted from his body like a raging flame. Without delay, he transformed into the powerful form of Super Saiyan IV.

"What??"

Zamasu's face shifted into a look of pure disbelief as he witnessed Trunks' transformation.

"Such a powerful aura... What happened to this Trunks? How did he become so strong?"

Back in the past, Trunks had only been capable of transforming into Super Saiyan II. At that time, Zamasu had nearly killed him in a brutal fight. But now, Zamasu was faced with a much stronger opponent—a version of Trunks far more formidable than he had imagined.

Even from a distance, Zamasu could feel Trunks' overwhelming power. If he relied only on his Super Saiyan Rose form, defeating Trunks in direct combat would prove difficult.

But Zamasu smirked to himself. It didn't matter. After all, he possessed an immortal body. Even if he couldn't overpower Trunks, he could still exhaust him in a war of attrition.

As Trunks' body flickered into motion, he drew the sword strapped to his back and launched himself high into the air. With a battle cry, he dove straight toward Zamasu like a comet.

"Don't get cocky with me, you filthy mortal!" Zamasu roared.

"You'll never be able to defeat a god!"

In a flash, Zamasu transformed into his Super Saiyan Rose form. His body twisted and leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding Trunks' attack. Within seconds, he had retreated hundreds of feet away.

But Trunks wasn't about to let him escape.

With a swift tap of his foot against the ground, Trunks surged forward like lightning, closing the distance between them in an instant. At this moment, Trunks' speed and power in his Super Saiyan IV form were far superior to Zamasu's.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two clashed at blinding speed, exchanging thousands of blows within moments. However, Zamasu was clearly at a disadvantage. He was forced to dodge repeatedly, unable to mount a counterattack.

Perhaps it was Trunks' anger that fueled his strength—something that was characteristic of Saiyans.

"Oh? Do they all have such incredible power?"

Marcus, who was watching the battle unfold, didn't show the slightest trace of fear or concern. Instead, his expression was one of excitement.

"It seems this trip wasn't in vain," he said with a smirk.

"If I can make these fighters submit to me, my power will grow even greater."

As Marcus stood watching the battle, a long-haired Saiyan at his side began to move. Step by step, the Saiyan approached GT Vegeta, his dark eyes fixed on him.

This mysterious Saiyan bore an uncanny resemblance to Vegeta. They shared the same angular face and prominent widow's peak, but his hairstyle was vastly different—his long, black hair cascaded down to his waist, reminiscent of Raditz's style. He wore no shirt, only a pair of blue tights that clung to his lower body.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?" GT Vegeta asked, frowning.

There was something oddly familiar about this Saiyan's aura, but GT Vegeta couldn't place it.

"Hmph! My foolish brother, you don't even recognize me?" the Saiyan sneered. His voice dripped with venom.

"The title of Prince of Saiyans should have been mine. But thanks to our father's insecurity—and his fear of me—I was exiled to a dying planet the moment I was born."

The Saiyan's tone grew colder with every word.

"Of course, you wouldn't know about any of this. That old fool never told anyone, least of all you. To him, I was as good as dead."

A wicked smile spread across his face as he continued, "But now, since that old man is no longer around, I'll settle the score with you instead."

This long-haired Saiyan's hatred was palpable, radiating off him like a dark aura. Decades of abandonment and resentment had turned into a seething rage that consumed him.

"Hmph! I have no idea what you're talking about, bastard," GT Vegeta snapped, his tone dismissive.

"I've never had an older brother. Do you really expect me to believe something so absurd?"

For as long as GT Vegeta could remember, he only had one sibling—a weak, untalented younger brother. He had never heard of an older brother, let alone one with such a story.

"Let me reintroduce myself," the Saiyan said with a sinister smirk.

"My name is Rigor, the rightful Prince of Saiyans."

He stepped closer, his words laced with anger.

"When I was born, my combat power was an incredible 50,000 points."

"Our father—the coward—saw my potential and considered me a threat. So, he exiled me to a dying planet, hoping I'd never return."

Rigor's eyes narrowed, his expression growing darker.

"From that day on, my hatred grew with each passing moment. After hearing that Planet Vegeta was destroyed, I had given up on revenge. But then I found out you were alive, and all my hatred returned. My foolish younger brother, you will now bear the burden of our father's sins."

Rigor's face twisted into a hideous snarl as his fury boiled over.

"As your elder brother, I'll send you to hell today. I'm sure our father will be thrilled to see you there!"

Both Vegeta stared at Rigor, their expression grim. This revelation was difficult to ignore. The resemblance was uncanny, and Rigor's story seemed plausible.

Still, GT Vegeta wasn't about to back down.

"Hmph! Even if what you say is true, what does any of this have to do with me? I wasn't even born when you were exiled!" GT Vegeta retorted, his frown deepening.

But Rigor didn't care.

"Ah, you're right. None of this has anything to do with you," Rigor said mockingly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"But that doesn't change the fact that I want to kill you."

"Hmph! If you think you can kill me, let's see you try!" GT Vegeta shot back, his voice cold and confident.

With a shout, GT Vegeta transformed into his Super Saiyan IV form. After months of intense training, he no longer needed the assistance of Blutz Waves to achieve this transformation.