Obtaining The Bloodline Of Frieza And Broly—Renkai’s Dominion Expands with Ginyu’s Return and a Journey to the Supreme Kai’s Realm

The icy plaza of Frieza's headquarters planet shimmered under a pale sun, its surface scarred from battles past. Frieza and Broly lay sprawled on the cold ground, breaths shallow—Frieza's silver form battered, Broly's once-raging frame limp, black hair matted with sweat. Renkai stood over them, a towering figure of quiet authority, his sharp features softened by a faint smirk. He flicked two senzu beans from his pocket, tossing one into each mouth with practiced ease. Frieza coughed, vitality surging—wounds knitting, his sneer creeping back. Frieza: 5 billion (enhanced). Broly stirred, eyes fluttering open, dull and listless once more. Broly: 6 billion (base).

"Oh ho ho! Mr. Shenron, my thanks!" Frieza rasped, rising with a flourish, his tail flicking as he eyed Broly warily. The Saiyan sat silently, gaze vacant—no trace of the green-haired terror remained. Frieza's confidence swelled—Renkai's presence was a leash on that beast. "You've spared him, I see. Useful to you, then?" His voice dripped with calculation, the Emperor's mind already spinning webs. Broly was a tool now, not a threat.

Renkai met Frieza's crimson stare, a collector's glint in his eyes. "Before I go, one more wish—your call, King." His tone was light, but the offer carried weight, a habit born of scavenging power from every corner of the multiverse.

Frieza didn't hesitate. "Resurrect Commander Ginyu!" No pause, no doubt—soldiers were fodder, but Ginyu's loyalty was a rare alloy. The legion's grunts gawked, their disposable status laid bare.

"Simple," Renkai said, raising a hand. A snap echoed—no flash, no flourish—his mastery of Pool's transformation seamless, masking whether he stood as man or dragon. Only Bulma, perhaps, could pierce that veil. Light shimmered, and Ginyu materialized—purple skin gleaming, horns sharp, tears welling as he dropped to one knee. "King Frieza—I'm back!" His voice quaked, gratitude raw. Hell's heat had singed his soul for mere moments before Renkai yanked him free.

Ding! Death Beam acquired. Double Death Beam acquired. Crazy Death Beam acquired. Frozen Demon Bloodline (inactive) acquired. The system chimed, Frieza's finger-fueled arsenal flooding Renkai's repertoire. A grin tugged at his lips—perfect for his style, a precision edge to his chaos.

Ginyu's gaze darted to Broly, fear flashing. "Broly—here?" His voice trembled, the Saiyan's rampage etched into his bones. Then he saw Renkai, and relief washed over him. "Mr. Shenron—you're with us." The dragon's might was a shield, Broly's threat nullified.

Renkai nodded, then turned to Broly, voice softening. "Your father's dead, Paragus—want him back?" A test, probing the Saiyan's heart.

Broly's dull eyes flickered, emotionless. "Dead? Don't care—don't need him. Can I follow you? You're a real devil—I want that." His tone was flat, yet resolute, a spark of awe beneath the monotone.

Renkai laughed, extending a hand. "Follow me? Welcome aboard—you've got a big brother now." No judgment—Saiyan ways were familiar. Bardock, King Vegeta—none revived by their sons. Raditz had bragged of patricide as honor. Broly's indifference fit the mold; the new Broly's grief was the anomaly. Renkai's mind drifted—old Broly versus new—a puzzle for later.

"System, he's with me—take him back?" Ding! No problem. Golden light flared, enveloping them. "Farewell, Frieza, Ginyu," Renkai called, vanishing with Broly, leaving the icy world behind.

Capsule Corp's sprawling estate buzzed with life, its gravity room humming as Yamcha, Vegeta, and others sparred under crushing weight. Renkai strode in, Broly trailing—a hulking shadow, docile yet imposing. "Everyone," Renkai announced, voice cutting through the din, "meet Broly—newest of the crew. Security Department's got a fresh face." Heads turned, sweat-slicked faces breaking into grins. "Welcome aboard!" Yamcha called, fist raised. Vegeta snorted but nodded—grudging respect.

The day dissolved into celebration—a feast sprawled across the dining hall, laughter echoing as plates piled high. Broly sat quietly, sampling Earth's fare, a faint smile tugging at his lips. As night fell, Bulma slipped into Renkai's arms, her blue hair brushing his chest. "Hubby, hug me," she murmured, tiptoes lifting her closer. He obliged, hands circling her waist, lowering his head to meet her lips. She grinned against him. "Be good tonight, hmm?" Her whisper promised more, a private reward for his return.

Morning broke, Renkai refreshed, seeking Broly in the gravity room. The Saiyan sparred with Vegeta, movements fluid—rage tempered into focus. "Broly," Renkai called, waving to the others, "settling in?"

Broly paused, wiping sweat. "Big brother—this training… it fits me." His voice carried a rare warmth, eyes flicking to Yamcha and Vegeta. "Even the weak ones—you keep them. Why?" A genuine question, curiosity piercing his stoicism.

Renkai chuckled. "Strength's not everything—loyalty, grit, they matter too." He studied Broly—since New Vegeta's collapse, the Saiyan's instability had vanished. No ring, no madness—just raw power, tamed by awe of Renkai's might. Fear had cured him where control failed.

Broly nodded, absorbing the words. Then, hesitantly: "Big brother—take me to the Supreme Kai world." A wish, simple yet bold, born of trust.

"Easy," Renkai said, snapping his fingers. Teleportation alone couldn't breach that realm—wishes were his key. Light flared, and the gravity room faded, replaced by the Supreme Kai's sacred expanse—rolling green hills, a crystalline sky, air thick with divine weight. Ding! Explosive Bombardment acquired. Massive Meteor acquired. Fluorescent Energy Shield acquired. Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline (inactive) acquired. Power surged within him, Broly's lineage now his to wield.

Two figures emerged—Xin, the Eastern Supreme Kai, slim and pointed-eared, his violet robe billowing, and Jebit, his green-skinned attendant, eyes sharp. Xin's gaze hardened, superiority radiating. "Mortal—this is no place for you!" His voice boomed, godly disdain dripping as he stepped forward, aura flaring in warning.

Renkai met his stare, unfazed, a devil's grin spreading. The game had just begun.

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