>>5548929“This isn't the limit of Broly's power, either. He's just struggling for control right now.” you tell her, Koriand'r looking from him towards you curiously. “Those transformed Oozaru forms, like the Golden Oozaru are only transitory forms. A middle form until they master control of it to achieve the true power.”
“True power?” she asks, eyes sparkling. “Wait, isn't that...?”
“The power King Vegeta uses? Yes, the very same.” you tell her. “Once Broly masters his control over the Oozaru form, he'll reach a new plateau of power. That form is around eight times stronger than this one.”
“EIGHT TIMES!” she exclaims, shocked. “No way!”
“It's quite something.” you tell her as Broly throws Sarada straight up into the air, only to take a shoulder charge square to the chest. Yet he keeps his balance, planting his feet as Leyas's charge knocks him sliding backwards. Broly then slams his fists down onto the older Saiyan's shoulders, knocking him down to a knee.
“GRRAAAAAA!!” Broly roars, kicking Leyas square in the chest and knocking him backwards. As he does, Sarada drops down in a massive two handed axe handle, smashing the heavy blow down on him. Knocking your son down to a knee, he exhales through clenched teeth. Yet still has the presence to retaliate, immediately springing upright into a powerful uppercut that launches Sarada back, crashing down on top of her brother.
“He's so strong...” she says, more to herself than you as your son continues to fight. As you look to her, her eyes are almost sparkling as she watches your son rise back up to his feet. As he does, both Leyas and Sarada untangle themselves and stand once again, seeming only a little worse for wear. But then she notices you looking, blushing slightly as she twiddles her fingertips. “Umm, well, I mean...”
“Haha, don't worry about it.” you say with a laugh, reaching out and patting her on the head. “Not like I haven't noticed how much time the two of you have been spending together since you got here.”
“Uhh wh-what are you talking about?” she asks, trying to sound innocent as she looks almost nervously up at you. “He hasn't done anything wrong.”
“Relax, Kori.” you tell her, using the nickname you've heard your children call her. Especially Broly. “I can tell he likes you.”
“N-W-Wait, he does?” she asks, her sudden tone change catching you completely off guard. “What has he said he likes about me?”
How in the world did you get yourself in this situation?
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