The New World...?

The local supermarket in Saitama seemed to shrink whenever Broly walked in. Standing at an impressive 7 feet tall, the Saiyan had to constantly duck his head to avoid bumping into the "Special Sale" signs hanging from the ceiling. His presence was both magnetic and intimidating; his semi-tanned skin and muscles, sculpted by decades of combat and genetic inheritance, strained beneath his casual clothes, which barely contained his massive physique. His wild, spiky black hair fell to his shoulders, with two strands framing a face with strong features and coal-black eyes.

Despite his legendary warrior appearance, Broly was on a mission of peace: buying candy.

He pushed a cart that was already overflowing. And no wonder. Feeding a Saiyan family was a Herculean task. He thought of his wife, Kakaroko, waiting for him at home. A smile curved his lips as he recalled her image: a beautiful woman, 5'7", with that peculiar palm-like hair and a voluptuous figure he adored; her large breasts, her slender waist, and those wide hips that led to a perfect backside. She was innocent, naive, and brutally strong—the perfect partner.

Broly sighed, already imagining their vacation in Okinawa. They needed this break. Between working at the dojo, where they both taught martial arts while concealing their true alien nature, and raising their six children—Furensō, Gohan, Goten, Naruto, Romanesco, and the newborn Bardock Jr.—the routine was exhausting.

"Okinawa will be perfect," Broly thought, grabbing five family-sized bags of chocolates. "The kids will play on the beach, and Kakaroko and I can... 'train' in private."

The thought of spending hours having fun with his wife made his tail, hidden inside his pants, twitch involuntarily. He paid the bill (an astronomical sum that startled the cashier) and left the establishment carrying a dozen bags in each hand as if they were feathers.

He was about to cross an alley to take a shortcut to his spacious apartment when the air shifted. He didn't sense Ki, nor any familiar magic. It was a distortion of space. Before he could react or fly, a vortex of purple and black energy opened beneath his feet.

"But wha...?!"

There was no time for anything else. The world spun violently, the colors inverted, and the asphalt pavement of Saitama vanished.

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Broly landed firmly, his boots hitting the ancient cobblestone pavement. The first thing he noticed was that he hadn't dropped a single bag of candy; his reflexes were flawless. The second was the noise.

He wasn't in the quiet residential area of ​​Saitama. He was in a bustling, vibrant plaza, teeming with life. The air smelled of incense, steamed buns, and spicy aromas. All around him, the architecture was a fascinating blend of ancient Chinese tradition and modern technology, with neon signs blinking atop curved rooftops.

People strolled by, and many stopped dead in their tracks when they saw him. And no wonder. A giant over two meters tall, strikingly handsome and muscular, standing in the middle of the street with Japanese supermarket bags, was an unusual sight.

Broly frowned, his dark eyes scanning his surroundings.

"This isn't Okinawa... and it's definitely not Saitama," he muttered in his deep, gravelly voice.

He tried to sense Kakarok's or the children's Ki. Nothing. He was completely isolated. Yet, he sensed other presences. There were strong people here. Not Saiyan-level, but capable warriors nonetheless.

He decided to walk, searching for answers. His imposing figure cut through the crowd like an icebreaker. Women turned to look at him, some blushing at his wild allure, while men instinctively stepped back at his size.

Broly reached a more open area, a kind of street market near a temple. He was distracted, looking at a food stall, wondering if they accepted yen, when a firm, authoritative female voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"Hey, you. Big guy."

Broly turned slowly.

Standing before him was a woman. She was beautiful, with delicate Asian features and dark brown hair styled in two buns covered with white fabric (ox horns). She wore a modified blue qipao with gold details that accentuated her athletic figure. But what caught Broly's attention most wasn't her face, but her legs; they were incredibly strong and muscular, encased in dark stockings and white combat boots.

It was Chun-Li. The former Interpol agent and Kung-fu master was patrolling her neighborhood when she noticed the anomaly.

Chun-Li looked him up and down, assessing the threat. Her brown eyes held a mixture of curiosity and caution. She had never seen anyone with that physique; not even Zangief or Marisa possessed that "different" aura of power that this man exuded.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Chun-Li asked, crossing her arms, though maintaining a fighting stance. You're wearing strange clothes and carrying bags from a Japanese supermarket, but we're in the heart of China. Besides... you have the physique of a fighter. A master, I'd venture to say.

Broly, maintaining his usual composure, nodded slightly. Strands of his hair swayed in the breeze.

"I'm afraid I'm lost," Broly replied sincerely, his voice resonating calmly. "I was buying sweets for my wife and children... and suddenly I appeared here. I'm not looking for trouble."

Chun-Li raised an eyebrow, surprised by the giant's politeness. She had expected a Shadaloo thug or some street fighter looking for a fight.

"Sweets?" Chun-Li glanced at the bags and then back into Broly's deep, dark eyes. Her instinct told her he was telling the truth, but her experience told her that someone so powerful doesn't just appear out of nowhere. "I'm Chun-Li. Let's just say I protect this city. If you're truly lost, perhaps I can help you... but first, I need to know who you are." You have an energy that sends shivers down my spine, and that's saying something in this world.

Broly smiled slightly, a smile that made him look even more attractive.

"My name is Broly. I'm a martial arts master... and I just want to get home before the sweets melt. My wife will be very sad if that happens."

Chun-Li let out a small laugh, relaxing her posture.

"Alright, Broly. Come on, I know a place where we can talk and maybe contact some friends who know about 'strange journeys.' But I'm warning you, if you try anything, my kicks are no joke."

Broly looked at the woman's legs and nodded with martial respect.

"I don't doubt it."

Chun-Li led Broly through the winding market streets to a quiet, traditional restaurant, away from the main bustle. As they walked, the police officer's attitude subtly began to shift. She no longer saw him as a potential threat to public safety, but as something entirely different.

They sat down at a secluded table. The owner, intimidated by Broly's size, quickly brought tea and several plates of dumplings. As Broly carefully placed the bags of sweets on an empty chair, Chun-Li watched him. She couldn't help it. Her brown eyes scanned the Saiyan's figure with intense, and, to her own surprise, voracious scrutiny.

Chun-Li had matured. She had raised Li-Fen and taught kung fu to many young people, but deep in her heart, there was an emptiness that grew larger with each passing year. She longed to be a mother. She longed to have a child of her own, of her own blood. But she couldn't find anyone worthy. Most men were too weak, too immature, or simply didn't meet her standards.

But Broly... Broly was different.

"He's perfect..." Chun-Li thought, lightly biting her lower lip as she watched him take a small, toy-like cup of tea from his enormous hand. "That height, that bone structure, that muscle density... His genes must be exceptional."

The desperation he had been hiding beneath his martial discipline began to bubble up. He imagined what a child with him would be like: a strong, healthy boy with that wild hair and dark eyes. A worthy heir to his techniques and his brute strength.

"You have a very large family, you mentioned," Chun-Li said, her voice a little softer and huskier than usual. She leaned across the table, resting her chin on her hand, subtly invading the Saiyan's personal space. "Six children... That takes a lot of stamina."

Broly, oblivious to the woman's hidden intentions, nodded proudly as he devoured a meat bun in one bite.

"Yes. Furensō is the oldest, very strong. And little Bardock Jr. was just born." Broly smiled, a genuine, paternal expression that made Chun-Li's heart race. "I like being a father. Although Kakaroko does most of the hard work. She's amazing."

The mention of his wife made Chun-Li feel a pang of envy, but it also confirmed what she needed to know: he was fertile and a good father. That only fueled her desire.

"Your wife must be very tired," Chun-Li suggested, sliding a hand across the table, "accidentally" brushing against Broly's granite forearm. The skin was hot and hard. "Perhaps... in this world, things work differently. Maybe you could need someone to guide you, someone as strong as you."

Broly blinked, glancing at her hand on his arm and then into her eyes. Despite his social ineptitude, he noticed the intensity in Chun-Li's gaze. It was the same look Goki sometimes had when the children went to sleep, but there was something more... an urgency, a biological need.

"My priority is to return," Broly said, gently, though not roughly, withdrawing his arm. But I appreciate your help, Chun-Li. You're very kind.

Chun-Li wasn't discouraged. On the contrary, his polite refusal and loyalty made him even more attractive. She rose gracefully from her chair, smoothing her qipao over her hips, making sure he saw the strength of her legs, famous throughout the world.

“I understand, Broly. But we don’t know how long you’ll be stuck here,” she said, walking around the table until she was standing beside him. She placed a hand on his massive shoulder, sensing the latent power. “It could be hours… days… or months. And a man like you shouldn’t be alone. If you need… anything to ease the stress of being away from home, or if you want to ‘train’ in more private, my dojo is nearby. It’s very spacious.”

She leaned closer to his ear, lowering her voice.

“I’ve always wanted to see just how strong a warrior from another world really is. And I’m curious… to see if you can keep up with me.”

Broly felt a shiver. Not from fear, but an instinctive reaction to a powerful female making advances toward him. His Saiyan biology respected strength, and Chun-Li exuded power. However, the image of Goku and the children remained vivid in his mind.

“Can we go see those friends of yours who know about travel?” “—asked Broly, standing up. His height **** Chun-Li to look up, making her blush as she felt small for the first time in years.

“Of course,” she replied, masking her momentary frustration with an enigmatic smile. “Let’s go. But the offer still stands, big guy. The night is young in China.”

As they left the restaurant, Chun-Li was already making plans. She wasn’t going to let this genetic opportunity slip away so easily. If she had to help him get back home, fine, but perhaps she could convince him to leave a “memory” in this world before he went.