Liam Price felt like his ribs were broken.
As it turned out, his intuition was spot-on.
He had been kicked in the chest by the baby strapped to his front—a “gentle” little nudge that snapped his ribs.
Mind you, Liam’s physical attributes had already received an epic upgrade.
While his physique might not be on the level of the Hulk just yet, he was certainly several times stronger than Captain America—the standard unit of measurement for Marvel combat power.
As long as no special armor-piercing rounds were involved, taking normal bullets with his bare body wouldn’t even leave much of a scratch.
Yet even with that kind of durability, Liam still couldn’t withstand a single foot from his dear little boy.
And it wasn’t like he had let his guard down and failed to dodge.
Before getting kicked, relying on his keen perception, Liam had actually caught little Broly’s sudden movement in an instant.
However, little Broly was right in his arms.
The distance was too close, the kick was too fast, and the force was far too immense.
Even if Liam had wanted to dodge, he couldn’t have.
With his ribs broken, Liam fell hard onto his backside.
Looking up, he saw the moonlight filtering down through the tree branches.
“Oh, crap!” Only then did Liam remember that Saiyans transform under a full moon.
At the same time, he recalled how Goku’s grandfather had died in *Dragon Ball*.
Facing an unexpected life-or-death crisis, Liam’s brain worked so fast it practically smoked.
In a flash of inspiration, he actually came up with a solution.
*When little Goku went out of control as a kid, cutting off his tail stopped him from turning into a Great Ape!* Of course, he also realized that doing so carried an enormous risk.
After all, Broly wasn’t like Goku.
He probably wouldn’t lose all his strength just because his tail was pulled off.
On the contrary, if the pain flew him into a rage and triggered a Super Saiyan transformation on the spot, Liam would be utterly screwed.
*Damn it, should I do it or not…?* Though Liam had already grabbed little Broly’s tail, he was genuinely torn.
Just then, little Broly—whose entire body was already surging with a greenish aura—suddenly looked up at Liam.
Blinking his big, round eyes, he cried out a word: “Daddy!” After calling out to his father, the little guy tumbled forward into Liam’s chest, snuggling close.
The thick bear-skin blanket that had been wrapped around him had been kicked to shreds by the brat, so little Broly was feeling a bit cold.
That single call of “Daddy” distracted Liam just long enough for little Broly to wrap around him like an octopus.
*Snap, crackle, pop…* “Hss-hss-hss…” This time, Liam hadn’t just broken one rib—he’d broken a whole set.
The agonizing pain left him gasping for air.
On a full moon, even as an infant, the Legendary Super Saiyan simply had no way to control his strength, which had multiplied at least tenfold.
However, Liam had already given up on pulling off the little guy’s tail.
The moment Broly hugged him tight, Liam’s Perception attribute kicked in.
He felt it: the violent, restless ki surging within the boy was gradually calming down as he held his father.
“…So what if a few ribs get broken?
If it keeps this brat safe and sound, I’ll take it.” Gritting his teeth against the pain, Liam found a spot sheltered from the wind and spent the entire night soothing little Broly.
That night, Broly never turned into a Great Ape, safely passing his first full moon on Earth.
A few days later, thanks to his robust physique, the fractures healed on their own.
At the same time, Liam noticed a few changes on his status panel: [Host: Liam Price] [Age: 28] [Strength: 30/150] (↑) [Constitution: 30/100] (↑) [Agility: 30/100] (↑) [Intelligence: 13/20] [Charm: 10/12] [Perception: 20/25] [Talent: Saiyan Upper-Class Warrior] [Skills: Chinese Home Cooking (Intermediate), Vehicle Operation (Beginner), Hunting (Intermediate), Mechanics (Beginner)] [Status: Recovery boost in progress.
Although the host was not brought to a near-death state in battle, the [Saiyan Upper-Class Warrior] talent still took partial effect, granting a degree of growth to the host’s Strength, Constitution, and Agility attributes.] That was a pleasant, unexpected bonus.
More importantly, through this unexpected injury, Liam gained the confidence to raise his dear son properly.
Deep inside, little Broly possessed his own calm and kindness.
The reason he was so wild and brutal in *Dragon Ball* was most likely because he never had a good father to guide him during childhood.
People like Broly’s biological father weren’t rare in reality; Liam had seen plenty of them in his past life.
They were thoroughly mediocre themselves—neither hardworking nor gifted—yet insisted on projecting all their ambition and utilitarian desires onto their children.
Not only did they treat their kids as tools to fulfill their own wishes, but they also loved asserting the kind of authority over them that they could never command in society.
Worse still, such parents’ sole method of education was suppression and denial, as though their own self-worth and confidence had to be built on humiliating their children.
Liam had only one thing to say to parents like that: *You people are fucking disgusting.* Therefore, he would never become like them.
He always approached Broly’s education from a place of encouragement and appreciation, respecting the boy as a person first before acting out the role of a father.
Of course, taking advantage of the fact that he could still actually hurt the brat, Liam would swat the kid’s rear end on the rare occasions when the little monkey made a fundamental mistake.
For instance, once when little Broly was home alone, he got so carried away playing with their sled dog, Ah Fu, that he accidentally demolished their original hunter’s cabin.
When Liam returned after buying seasonings in the neighboring town, the brat actually tried to lie to his face.
He had even dragged two brown bears out of the forest, trying to pin the wreckage on Big Bear and Little Bear.
Without a second word, Liam pulled little Broly across his lap and gave his small butt several firm spanks.
“If you lied, Daddy might only give you one or two swats…” Having disciplined the brat, Liam put his hands behind his back and explained to Broly why he had spanked him.
As for why his hands were behind his back—well, when he spanked Broly’s butt, the ki in the little guy’s body had automatically lashed back in defense.
Talk about inflicting minor damage to the enemy while destroying oneself: Liam had punished the kid, but his own hand had swollen up like a bear paw.
“…But not only did you lie to Daddy, you refused to take responsibility, and you even tried to escape punishment by framing Big Bear and Little Bear.
That’s why Daddy gave you a spanking.
Remember, Broly: you are my son.
No matter what mistake you make or what trouble you get into in the future, tell Daddy the truth.
Even if Daddy can’t shield you from the consequences, I will at least face them together with you.
You don’t ever have to worry about being all alone.
After all, you’ve got me as your dad.”