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-Saiyan Conqueror Quest 202 Epilogue-
<span class="mu-s">AGE ???, TOWA'S LAB</span>
“In the red corner, hailing from the demon realm and with a measured powerlevel of 192 billion, we have the future king of the demon realm, Maza!” your brother Chilli declares, gesturing to your half-demon half-brother. Everyone cheers, Auntie Towa clapping with a smile. He raises a fist, clad in red padded gloves.
“And in the blue corner, hailing from the destroyed world of the Saiyans Vegeta, with a powerlevel of 231 billion, we have the Berserker himself, Broly!” Chilli shouts, turning to your brother and you, your hands massaging his shoulders.
“Come on, raise a glove.” you whisper in his ear as everyone cheers him as well, Broly giving you a small nod then raising one fist, upper arm parallel to the stage and right upper arm upright. Chilli then turns to your alternate timeline self, handing the microphone to her and leaping off the stage, landing by his family in the makeshift stands. His daughter is bouncing up and down excitedly, your niece's missing tooth making her look as adorable as ever.
“Once more, remember. No shots below the belt, fists only, no using ki or flying. Try and keep at least one foot on the stage at all times and obey my commands. Both fighters ready?” Future Chaya, wearing an odd black and white striped shirt says, looking back and forth between the brothers. Then, crossing her arms and stepping out from between them, shouts, “BOX!”
“Go! Rush now!” you shout to your brother, who immediately puts his hands up by his chin and mouth, backs-out towards his half-brother. The Peek-a-Boo stance. But as he takes two steps out, Maza simply lunges, sliding to a stop just a foot from Broly and firing up a left-handed Smash up at his guard. Broly sees it coming, stacking his gloves to take the hit and absorb his brother's blow. But Maza's Smash is too strong, using the full power of his legs, back and arm sends both Broly's hands straight up into the air. “Shit!”
“Now!” Perfect Cell calls from Maza's corner, your half-demon sibling twisting. Planting his feet, he twists and fires a heavy right hook at Broly's head. But, right as the red glove is about to strike, your brother leans back while pulling his arms back, Maza's wide swing missing his nose by a hair's width. As the red glove passes by his face, you can hear your brother's left hand clench tight on his blue glove as he steps back with his right foot, finding his balance and dropping his level. Maza's eyes widen as his blow goes wide right before Broly swings, the padded blue fist driving up into Maza's liver.
“Yes! You got him!” you cheer as Maza staggers a step back, the blow stunning him. “Now GO!”
