Saiyan Reborn: Bravoc's Journey in Omniverse

"Wasn't this supposed to be a lawless zone? The streets are a mess, sure, but it's surprisingly well-organized…"

Bravoc muttered to himself, hands tucked behind his head as he walked beside the flamboyant man in pink.

After a thoroughly satisfying feast, the two had left Red Tree Area 35 behind. Now they strolled through Area 27, a notorious "lawless zone" of the Sabaody Archipelago.

Their destination?

A very specialized establishment tucked within the underground relaxation sector.

Doflamingo chuckled, voice smooth as ever.

"Fufufu~ A bunch of rookie pirates stirred up trouble here not long ago. One even had the guts to attack a Celestial Dragon. The Marines didn't take that lightly—Admiral Kizaru showed up and wiped out half of them. What you're seeing is just the leftover chaos that hasn't been cleaned up yet."

Bravoc nodded thoughtfully.

Now that Doflamingo mentioned it, it did ring a bell.

Right… this was just before the Marineford War arc. The "Worst Generation" of rookie pirates landed here. Luffy, Zoro... the gang. Luffy even punched one of those stuck-up Celestial Dragons to save that mermaid, Camie.

The memory replayed in his mind like an anime rerun.

Kizaru had descended like divine judgment. The Straw Hats? Scattered across the world by Kuma's strange powers. A necessary reset, leading to two years of grueling training.

As for the other so-called "supernovas"… they got their first taste of how merciless this world could be. Not even a group effort could scratch an Admiral.

"Huh. Guess the impact didn't last long. Celestial Dragons are already back, huh?"

Sure enough, up ahead, a crowd had begun kneeling. Two arrogant figures approached, helmets like goldfish bowls gleaming under the light.

"Sir Bravoc, we've arrived."

Doflamingo's voice suddenly held a note of urgency as he gestured toward a building nearby.

He was tense—not for himself, but for what Bravoc might do.

No reverence. No hesitation. Bravoc had spoken of Celestial Dragons like they were insects.

If he even thought about raising a hand...

The entire Archipelago could vanish in one blast.

Doflamingo really didn't want to see what the World Government would do in response.

Bravoc snorted, clearly unimpressed by the "gods" of this world. But he followed Doflamingo inside anyway.

Now wasn't the time to derail his plans.

He hadn't come here just to stir trouble—not yet, anyway.

What followed was nothing short of legendary.

The most extravagant lounge in the Sabaody Archipelago—handpicked by Doflamingo himself.

For Bravoc, it was like discovering a hidden level of luxury he'd never known.

Compared to this?

His past life had been pitiful.

Even the Saiyan warrior women he used to admire—those wild, fierce brawlers who challenged him mid-air—felt tame in comparison.

Here?

He had a United Nations of charm: bunny-eared seductresses, fox-tailed dancers, towering women claiming giant blood...

And Bravoc?

He rose to the occasion.

Seven-in-seven-out stamina. A battle of flesh and power. He "defeated" every opponent like a one-man army.

From the shadows, Doflamingo sipped his wine, lips twitching in amusement.

This guy's not just strong. He's a monster—in every field.

His determination to win Bravoc over to the Donquixote Family only deepened.

But like all things…

The thrill didn't last.

After two days of non-stop indulgence, something shifted.

One quiet morning, Bravoc stood in front of a mirror, frowning at his reflection.

"Ugh. I look like crap."

He flexed—and swore he felt his power drop.

With a frustrated growl, he punched the mirror, shattering it into a thousand shards and almost blowing a hole in the room.

"Alcohol and indulgence… are ruining me!!"

He stormed out like a man reborn, brushing past a chaotic crowd of half-dressed partygoers.

He found Doflamingo waiting outside, looking as sharp as ever in his suit.

"Enjoyed yourself, Lord Bravoc?"Doflamingo asked with a grin.

Bravoc yawned.

"Eh. Average. Their stamina was disappointing. My warrior women back home are on a whole different level."

Doflamingo blinked.

"Fufufu~ Your people must be... quite something."

Bravoc nodded casually.

"Yeah. Some of them could probably erase this world if they felt like it."

He wasn't joking.

A mid-tier Saiyan with a power level of 10,000 could level a planet. Bravoc, once transformed under the full moon, could hit that easily.

And then there was Vegeta...

Doflamingo chuckled, though it sounded more nervous than amused.

"Fufufu~ That... certainly explains a lot."

He wasn't sure if Bravoc was bluffing or terrifyingly honest.

But based on everything he'd seen… Bravoc's power easily outclassed Kaido.

Which meant—if there were more like him?

This world wasn't ready.

Still, Doflamingo wasn't done playing the long game.

"I've heard of a place," he began smoothly, "called Gran Tesoro. A floating paradise of wealth and pleasure. When all this Marineford business is done, perhaps we could take a little detour?"

Bravoc grinned.

"Why not? Might as well see what this world's best has to offer."