Monster? No, I Am The Devil!—Renkai’s Unyielding Might Crushes Broly’s Rage and Rescues Frieza’s Broken Reign

The fractured plains of New Planet Vegeta groaned under Broly's unleashed might, the air thick with dust and the acrid tang of scorched earth. His fist hurtled toward Renkai, a golden-green blur of rage—Broly: 8 billion (Unstable Legendary Super Saiyan Green)—muscles bulging, hair aflame with chaotic energy. Renkai stood aloft, arms crossed, Goku's guise unshaken, his expression a mask of calm defiance. Below, Frieza lay crumpled against a boulder, blood seeping from his shattered mask, his silver form flickering faintly. Frieza: 2 billion (Fifth Form). "Shenron—don't!" he croaked, voice a broken rasp. "He's a monster!"

Paragus, perched on a distant ridge, sneered through the chaos. "Fool! Resisting Broly? You think you're—" His words choked off, eyes widening in disbelief. Broly's punch slammed into Renkai's face, a thunderclap splitting the sky. The ground quaked, fissures spidering outward—yet Renkai didn't budge. Not a flinch, not a scratch. It was as if Broly's blow was a child's playful tap, devoid of menace.

Frieza's jaw slackened, shock warring with pain. Paragus's sneer twisted into horror. They knew Broly's madness—no jest lived in his fists, only death. Yet Renkai stood, unmoved, a monolith against a storm. Broly's white eyes flickered, surprise piercing his frenzy—like Android 16 facing Cell's futility in another tale.

"Trash," Renkai said, voice dripping with mockery, Goku's features sharpening the taunt. "Doesn't even tickle." Renkai: 42 trillion (Humanoid Dragon, Super Saiyan 2, 20x Kaioken). His power dwarfed Broly's, a cosmic chasm—yet he held back, probing the Saiyan's limits. This old Broly, a relic of legend, was an ant to him, a plaything to test. Against foes, Renkai struck with all—lion against rabbit, no mercy spared. Here, he toyed, savoring the experiment.

Broly's roar erupted, a primal scream that shook the planet's core. "Kakarot! Kakarot!" His aura flared, green tendrils lashing the air as New Vegeta trembled, its crust cracking under the strain. Fists rained down—punches like meteors, kicks like gales—each blow a desperate bid to shatter Renkai's calm. The sky darkened, storm clouds swirling as Broly's rage crescendoed, a tempest of violence unleashed on a single target.

Frieza and Paragus gaped, rooted by the spectacle. Broly's onslaught—enough to raze worlds—crashed against Renkai like waves on a cliff. Dust billowed, obscuring the clash, yet Renkai's silhouette held firm, a beacon in the maelstrom. Amid the fury, he reached into his gi, pulling out a stick of gum. Popping it into his mouth, he chewed lazily, glancing at Broly. "Want some?" he asked, voice casual over the chaos.

"Kakarot! Kakarot!" Broly's screams grew shrill, his aura spiking wildly. Didi! Broly: 8.3 billion… 8.7 billion… 9 billion. The detector chirped, tracking his ascent as rage fueled his power. Renkai chewed, unperturbed, each taunt stoking the fire. Green qigong bombs coalesced in Broly's hands—dozens, then hundreds—hurtling toward Renkai's face in a relentless barrage. Explosions lit the sky, shockwaves ripping through the plateau, yet Renkai stood, gum snapping, unscathed.

Broly's fury peaked, his breath ragged. With a final, guttural howl, he poured every ounce of strength into a massive qigong wave—emerald energy swelling, a planet-killer aimed point-blank. "Die!" he roared, unleashing it. The blast engulfed Renkai, a cataclysmic bloom that shook New Vegeta to its core. Boom! The shockwave tore outward, hurling Frieza back, his battered form skidding across the dirt, life flickering on a thread. Paragus's soldiers—cosmic and Frieza's alike—vanished in the blast, incinerated or buried as the ground split, magma bubbling forth.

"Hahaha!" Broly panted, chest heaving, his own face scorched from the proximity. The planet shuddered, disintegration accelerating—crags collapsing, skies darkening with ash. Smoke cloaked Renkai's position, and Broly's lips curled in triumph. "Dead now, right?" His voice rasped, confidence surging. That blow—his all, at point-blank range—surely no one could survive.

A breeze stirred, clearing the haze. Renkai emerged, pristine—gi unruffled, hair untouched, a faint smirk on his lips. "What's so funny, Broly? Share the joke." Broly's white eyes widened, horror replacing madness. Not a mark—not even dust—marred Renkai. The Saiyan stumbled back, floating unsteadily in the fractured sky.

"You… you're not Kakarot!" Broly's voice quavered, sanity clawing through his haze.

Renkai shed Goku's guise, reverting to his own form—sharp features, dark hair, an aura of quiet menace. He drifted closer, eyes glinting. "Awake now, are you?" His tone was light, but edged with steel.

"Why… why can't I kill you?" Broly rasped, retreating further, terror etching his once-ferocious face. "What monster are you?"

Renkai closed the gap in a blink, looming over him. His smile twisted, feral and cold. "Monster? No—I'm the devil!" Laughter boomed, a dark echo that chilled the air. Broly's strength faltered, his aura guttering. "No wonder…" he muttered, voice fading as his body slumped—green hair blackening, muscles shrinking, consciousness slipping. He plummeted, a fallen titan.

Renkai's hand shot out, catching Broly mid-fall. With his other, he scooped Frieza's limp form from the rubble. New Vegeta groaned its last, magma rivers consuming the ruins, the planet's death knell ringing. Teleport. Using Gudu's faint ki as a beacon, Renkai vanished, reappearing on Frieza's headquarters planet—a stark contrast of icy order to Vegeta's chaos.

His arrival jolted the gathered legion. Gudu yelped, Likum flinched, soldiers gawked as Renkai dropped Broly and Frieza to the ground. Frieza stirred, breath shallow but alive; Broly lay still, unconscious. "King Frieza—you're okay?" a soldier stammered, rushing forward. Others crowded, voices overlapping in frantic relief.

Frieza wheezed, too weak to snap at their idiocy. Okay? His face was a ruin, armor shards embedded in flesh—yet he lived. "Medical pod—now!" Likum barked, the first sensible order. Gudu edged closer, eyeing Broly warily. "Mr. Shenron… Captain Ginyu?"

"Dead," Renkai said, tone flat, brushing off the loss. He fished two senzu beans from his pocket, tossing one into Frieza's mouth, the other into Broly's. Frieza coughed, vitality creeping back—wounds knitting, strength returning. Broly twitched, eyes fluttering, awareness dawning in a haze.

Renkai stepped back, watching the legion scramble. New Vegeta was gone, Broly tamed, Frieza spared—his work here done, for now.

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